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[The Prairie] Darkness is an Illusion (Noaru)

Postby Rayage on November 2nd, 2014, 10:51 pm

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The creature hadn’t made a move against Rayage. Aside from scaring her a bit it seemed rather tame, a personality trait one could not just judge from the appearance of the being. It talked with such intelligence, its voice sent a shiver down the wizards spine. It was an involuntary reaction, something within her just moved as she listened to the walking bones. The bones themselves were the normal, average pile that one could find just walking through this place. This creature, it wasn’t as scary as it tried to make itself out to be. It needs the visage of the bones, stealing them from their proper place, to even obtain an intimidating look. The thought amused the wizard.

”A creature who know not his true form?” Rayage asked, but it sounded more like a statement, the nuit trying to take in the information given to her. The thought was sad, tragic even. To lose sight of your true self must be horrible. To carry around the question of ones worth and purpose only to try to cover it up with the illusion of a real, tangible form, a new identity that feels like an empty shell. Though the more one lies to themselves, the more they start to believe in the shell that was taken, to take on that new persona and become comfortable. However, that small comfort still, in time, shatters and the question still remains deep down in the heart. Rayage knew that well. She too had gone through that same experience when she became a nuit and took on the magonym.

She watched in silence as the bones were gently, carefully discarded. The swirling mist intensified as the creatures other form was shown. She stayed there on the ground observing from her own unique perspective as he mentioned that this form might be better, more comfortable for the wizard to associate with. In her silent brooding, emotions were bubbling as the thing reminded her of herself, and brought back memories that were almost forgotten.

She slowly stood up and faced the otherworldly creature, looking him in his redish eyes, the color itself faded as if time worn. She approached him, having only to take a step or two to get as close as she wanted. She peered up into the hood, staring into those eyes and she smiled, but it was a sad smile, her own eyes full of regret, ”You poor, unfortunate soul.” she said, her voice softened as she tried to understand his plight, ”Even in that form you still do not feel whole.” she told him.

”You still do not feel that sense of being. There is emptiness inside you. Doubt. It is festering upon your very being. To be uncertain of your true self…” She reached up, trying to go beyond the hood, where the young mans face was. She wasn’t scared of his different appearance. That would be rather hypocritical of her. In fact she felt drawn to him, in his silent suffering, ”it is a tragic state to be in.” she finished, and if the being did not pull away, then she would try to touch him gently on his ‘cheek’. Her hand possessed two rings on it, a metal one with two blue gems on it, and a golden ring with the symbol of an Alchemy circle on it, on the circle itself was two gems on opposing sides of each other. Blue in hue, too, they represented the fount and filter of the Alchemy circle. The former ring was upon her pointer finger, and the latter on her ring finger.

Then she realized what she had done, and if he didn’t pull away, she would along with taking a couple steps back, ”Im sorry.” she apologized, ”It’s just I understand.” she said, the shame and embarrassment of her actions were clear on her face. What had gotten into her to act like that? ”I understand what that feeling is like.” she told him, her voice, her excuse almost a whisper. It was in that moment that the politics and all the titles in the world couldn’t save her from herself, and her own inner thoughts. She was supposed to be a master wizard of the citadel, but instead, here, confronted with her own memories and feelings, she was once again mortal. No longer the perceived ‘perfect’ alchemist who caters to Qiao, but a being with emotions… A being with emotions that have been suppressed for far too long. The truth to her words couldn’t be clearer.

He had, at first, scared her, but now the person has become someone interesting to the nuit. His words and tragic presence brought her back to an earlier time in her life. She was not yet sure if she liked this or not. It had been hundreds of years since she felt this raw. Her gaze now could not even hold to the persons in front of her.
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[The Prairie] Darkness is an Illusion (Noaru)

Postby Noaru on November 3rd, 2014, 7:46 pm

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Noaru was surprised by this persons sudden change in demeanor. Before, she looked as though she was ready to flee and escape him, but now she stood in front of him; downtrodden by some form of sadness. She was an odd individual, and possibly one of so few souls that held some of his worries. To find someone similar to him was indeed a treasure, and finding a kindred soul out here in a forsaken wasteland—it had to be a strange twist of fate.

I have a sense of being; yet, there lingers a nigh infinite sense of imperfection within, ” Noaru said before he watches Rayage extend her hand to touch upon his cheek. He froze for a moment, again surprised by the strangers actions. Noaru was opening his mouth to interrogate Rayage for her actions, until the visage of his long departed comrade overlaps with her form, replacing it entirely. He was prone to these types of hallucinations, and they felt so realistic and pure.

There were times, many times where he wanted to immerse himself in these illusions, and return to the era where he had a place, purpose and companions—family to look after. Although, these illusions were never pleasant, it was only this time that a hallucination was so. Noaru watches as his hallucination fades from an elderly man, with grey hair and brown eyes into a young woman with green eyes, and long, elegant black hair. “You continue to haunt me, Vasq, reminding me that your love remains, even after your death and passing, ” Noaru thought solemnly.

Now, back to reality, Noaru could sense that this person shared a bit of semblance to his companion; Vasq, and himself. However, it seems as though Rayage had gone through more than what a soul should handle in their lifetime. “ It is fine, your actions reveal that you hold an innate ability of empathy, ” Noaru extends his right hand and places atop the crown of Rayage's head “ Compassion and identification outweighs unbridled power in both quality and substance, ” this moment reminded Noaru of the time when he use to be a guardian and helpful adviser; he was glad that trait of his did not fade with his memories, during the Valterrian.

Now, stand to your feet and compose yourself, young soul. There is no need to wallow, while in the presence of one who has seen a millennium, ” Noaru wanted to encourage this person; despair would not last in his presence, for he had once seen a period of peace and happiness, and now wishes that others could also...one day.
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Postby Rayage on December 30th, 2014, 10:14 pm

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The wizard pondered the words of the entity before her. It was so strange to be so kind to someone who you just met, but it felt ok, right in a way. This being had wisdom, and for that Rayage could respect him. However it too, seemingly, isn’t without its flaws. Imperfection was a constant battle she struggled against and when he brought it up the word ripped in her soul. Her work, the great work of alchemy, was imperfect, her magic was imperfect, she was half-baked. The label struck her in this instance like never before, like a moment of realization of her own flaws seen through the recognition of the being in front of her. It was a strange sort of insight, seeing ones flaws in another. It was like looking in a mirror, and not seeing yourself, but still being able to recognize who is there.

The hand fell on her head, yet she felt nothing, it was an empty touch, and when he went so far as to encourage her she couldn’t help but smile and take a step towards him. Standing there by his side she was facing the opposite direction the being was, and she looked out onto the landscape, barren and dead, ”You have seen a millennium?”

”It is strange, but it feels like a millennium since I’ve come to this island, when in truth it has only been a few seasons since my return.” she said, ”Time drags on in this isle of the dead, and it is easy to lose track of the days. This place seems disconnected from reality, existing in its own time and space.”

She laughed, at ease, ”And it’s odd to find a companion here of all places, especially one as strange as you. If you have seen a millennium, spirit, then perhaps all of this seems beyond you and everyone is, in your eyes, but children. It must be hard,” she said, looking up at the sun, ”to see this world plunged into the darkness that we see today. Knowledge forever lost, or perhaps, waiting to be rediscovered. However, the living races are doomed to make the same mistakes over and over again. Progress, with such sort lifespans, is hard to enact. Isn’t that frustrating?” she asked him, ”To watch people stumble over the same obstacles and vices of their ancestors?”

”Change is a slow force in this world.” she said turning to now look at the being at a different angle, as if she would be able to see something different in his manifested form, ”It is part of the reason why I came to this place.”

”I want to change the world and restore hope and light and knowledge. I want families to be able to live peacefully, and for me to be able to start my own. So, I will not wallow in your presence anymore spirit.” She said, ”For I too am seeking to fill a hole in my heart, within my very being. If you have endured for such a great amount of time, then I too can carry on.”
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Postby Noaru on January 4th, 2015, 9:27 pm

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If not that long, maybe more,” The passages of time have always brought him to distant lands, and into strange instances that seemed out of place, or too coincidental. But, what of this instance? Noaru saw Rayages smile, and felt something move within him, where a beating heart should have been. What was this feeling? Did he find a proper host; one that he had been searching for so long? He could not mistake this sensation for love or affection, for he believed such things could no longer find a place within him. Noaru could have easily become the quintessence of quietude, and he knew this, but things changed for the better. And now, he was just a being contemplating whether or not a feeling within him was love or accomplishment.

Noaru said nothing as Rayage spoke to him; his silence due to his habit of listening to people, when they casually conversed with him. The last person to chat with him so casually was Hadrian. And Noaru had to admit that he enjoyed the young mages weird sense of humor, and moments he was given soulmist within the confines of a home. “ I could never grow tired of this world, ” Noaru's soulmist began to sway, despite the absence of the wind. “ I avoid having that kind of perspective on the living. But, I will say they are more than children, while some are less than beasts, ” The last of Noaru's words carried a bit of hatred, which quickly subsides.

Noaru did not wish to disrupt the flow of the conversation at hand “ It is frustrating. So is possessing knowledge and power capable of changing the world, and having no one willing to push toward the future with you, ” Noaru releases fine strands of soulmist around him; they carry the likeness of spider silk, but flowed in the same manner his other tendrils of soulmist did. “ Determined for change, and seemingly unperturbed by the unknown,” Noaru utters softly as he looks ahead of him.

You seek completion, and you do not appear to have been seduced by power, ” Noaru flows around Rayage with lengths of soulmist following behind him “ If you truly seek completion and look for a brighter future, ” Noaru pauses in front of Rayage, and stands upright before her “ Then I shall help you, ” Deciding to help someone you just met in a wasteland was a bold decision, but Noaru did not feel as though he had made a wrong one.
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Postby Rayage on January 18th, 2015, 1:26 pm

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The words, the thoughts, the feeling seemed to flow from her. Hundreds of years of being suppressed the nuit was finally beginning to feel again, to have some sort of compassion other than her sheer obsession with Alchemy. She was changing, and if change could even come to her, then she was sure that it was and will always work over this world, the realm of Mizahar. It was emotionally freeing to be able to talk so freely to this being without worry of some short sighted scheme. He was truly different from the nuits here on the island.

She talked, and he talked, and she talked some more, the conversation had a natural and easy going flow about it. It moved from topic to topic, related note here and there, she noted the disdain in his voice when he too commented that some of the living were less than beasts. There was history there, a painful past to which she could only offer a nervous, but understanding smile and nod in agreement. She knew all too well the darkness of man and that which resides deep within the psyche of all creation. It is the reason evil exists, and it does exist in all men, no matter how well it is disguised as something else. Darkness always finds a way out, an outlet. The trick is not to let it consume and become you. Rayage was down that very path herself, trying to redeem herself and once again be a light in the darkness. However, this change, being willed, was harder than anything she could ever imagine. She felt herself slipping sometimes back into the negative thought process of old, the same thoughts creeping up in which she instructed and created Evalin with… The Alchemist liked to think that she was stronger than that, but the truth was that she was just as weak as anyone else, or at least felt like it.

When looking at the being before her she noticed as he went on his substance began to sway, frizz about him. It seemed to move with an invisible wind, and she could only wonder if this happened every time when the being got excited or felt any kind of emotion. To be something unable to hide emotion would surely be something horrible. Rayage couldn’t imagine an existence without the mask of a wizard to hide behind, the sheer fake confidence, and persuasion that came with the title of ‘wizard’. The very word held a mystical power which held sway on the hearts of men and undead alike. Magic was something fierce and those who possessed such power were to be respected. However, around this curious being, this spirit, Rayage felt more disconnected than usual. It was easy to be the person she longed to be around a stranger, seemingly unaware of the title or rank which the nuit held in the citadel. It was something freeing, and something that the nuit reveled in.

There was a simple complexity about the soul before her, and as the strands of his very being began to spread from him, flowing in an almost wave-like way she couldn’t help but admire it. He inspected her, and his eyes seemed to stare into the very core of her being, silently judging perhaps? She couldn’t quite put a finger on what she was experiencing or what was happening but the announcement made when he stopped in front of her shocked her more than anything. She looked at him, almost stunned by his words, an immortal struck so by a declaration. Part of her being was screaming FOOL, her mind fighting at the dark attitude still, it was hard to shake off centuries of programming and lifestyle for a new change. However, there was part of her which felt something else, a naive trust in the ghost. There was a sincerity in his words, talked as if it were some solemn vow.

However conflicted her emotions and motivations, it brought itself about in the form a laugh. She didn’t mean to laugh at the ghosts solemn offer, but she couldn’t do anything more. An amused smile pressed on her lips as she looked the spirit up and down, however she knew that he was indeed serious. The smile faded from her expression and she tried to stand straighter than the ghost himself as she tried to think of a more appropriate response.

”You are quite bold, spirit.” she said, nodding slowly, ”Jumping on the path when you don’t even know where it leads… or where it began. You know not even my name yet you are so sure.”

She paused, contemplating for a moment.

”However, that is quite admirable. You must know yourself quite well to trust your instincts like so. After all, one must stand for something else they might fall prey to insecurity. There are many paths and roads, and they don’t lead to the same place. Some might seem that they do, but with life there is always false promises, false people, illusions and deluded dreams.” She sounded almost defeated by the time she finished with her thoughts, her voice getting shallower and shallower, but at the same thickening with a profound emotion. Not sadness, not grief, she wasn’t mourning, but it was something between those emotions, a memory manifesting itself in its purest form.

The threads of the spirit flowed around him and basked around her… it was upon seeing his strength that she felt the weakest she had ever been. It wasn’t the same strength that Miro possessed, or any reimancer for that matter. It was something different, something emotional, something that she thought she had mastered a long time ago, only to realize that she was fooling herself. She was deluded, and now she was waking up and it wasn’t fair.

”I am Rayage.” She introduced herself, trying to return to the wasteland, trying to get out of her own head, trying to push the conversation forward. The Alchemist left out her title ‘Master’, as she viewed that it wasn’t the time or place for such formalities. Right now she was no fierce master of the citadel, right now she was Rayage, and even then that identity was being upheaved. She wished too for the spirits strength, and so gave him a short, ridged bow bending at the waist, head down before coming back up. ”And I will transmute Darkness into Light.” she said boldly, realizing the greatest work of Alchemy was yet before her, the great work of Change has yet to be accomplished. She was not some great controller, but merely a tool, an instrument of Change, and for that she needed to learn to be humble.

She too was changing, the darkness of her being slowly fading into something lighter, something brighter and filled with Hope for the future.
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[The Prairie] Darkness is an Illusion (Noaru)

Postby Noaru on March 3rd, 2015, 9:16 am

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How many times has Noaru told a soul his name?

One in the distant past, and another before a grand number of books. Years later, he had told a young mage within the confines of his home, and the months that followed afterwards flowed by quickly. Noaru never really looked back at his most recent memories, those of this current time. He hadn’t taken them into full consideration, until now. Moments that he has spoken his name to an individual surged throughout his mind, and triggering this flood of moments, this consideration...Rayage. “ And I will transmute Darkness into Light.” Such words of promise did not belong to a person of darkness, selfishness or turmoil. This was someone truly seeking change and he wanted to see what this soul would become.

Noaru did not have plans beyond his search of completion, whereas Rayage probably did. If he finds what he’s looking for, completion, then he’d simply disappear from the world. A dark, quiet sepulcher would be his final place for the rest of time. And the quietude would be filled with both his happiest and saddest memories during his time with the world; companions that lived with him, and those that died before him, their memories would reside with him also.

“ I’am Noaru, ” He says within another moment, and before yet another soul seeking change. Noaru did not want to feel as though his journey for completion was coming to an end. Yet, as he witnesses, understands, and experiences more things, his journeys end comes closer. His memories would return to him eventually, and his purpose would have been completed.

“ A follower of fate; epiphany of destiny,” a fitting title of sorts. Noaru could only hope that this new and upcoming journey would be longer than all the rest.


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Postby Rayage on March 15th, 2015, 9:26 pm

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There was a reassuring smile when towards the disembodied soul when he introduced himself, Noaru. She nodded and her grin grew wider as the soul included a title of sorts. Fitting in the manner, in the dramatic way that Ray had introduced herself, so had the spirit. ”It truly is an honor to meet you, Noaru. And I am glad to be in your presence in this desolate place. It is actually…” She paused to consider what she was going to say, looking onwards and outwards into the dry abyss before them, ”It is actually nice to have company.”

She had been traveling with Miro the past seasons, she had deeply missed the company. Although there was nothing quite like the work of the lab, in Sahova, time did drag. Discovery was exciting, but she missed the adventure of the wide world, a streak in her that time never muddled, was that of discovery. She had responsibilities in Sahova, she needed to prepare the island for its future and the future of Alchemy as well. Change will come, and she would herald it in through the might of her magic. She hadn’t realized how much her adventures had meant to her, nor the companionship that came with it. This island maybe her haven, but just like the Citadel, the Gug Andjak, it either meant ‘safehaven’ or ‘great prison’ in ancient tongue. Quite an appropriate title, for it could be either, as dependent on perspective.

”Ive come here, to this place, to find meaning, and it has indeed given me great meaning. Though there is also a hollow emptiness.” she told him, placing a hand over her heart, ”Sahova can bring one into the thralls of magic, but it cannot replace the want for conversation.”

”Much can be done here, moreso than the rest of Mizahar. Magic can advance the world, but it is confined here. A treasure of the past, a remnant of Alahea, perhaps one of the only remnants left… History is dripping here, yet it is hoarded. An entire cultures resurrection could be restored, if Sahova let just an ounce of its power travel throughout Mizahar. I have great desires, dreams for this world, I would like restore the past, or at least work towards it. Here, In Sahova, it can be accomplished, but not alone.” Her voice grew dreary almost starstuck.

”Throughout Mizahar there are ruins of the ancient past, Ive been to some of them. I wish to find more, but I need to grow my abilities, my skills, my power before I disembark. Not only that, but I need clues. So, my purpose here is threefold.”

”And here,” she gestured around the prairie, ”here is where I sought to practice my arts, to grow my skills in personal magic. I dare not destroy my own lab with my personal ambitions.”

”But even though I am here, I feel like I am not. Noaru,” she said, looking at the spirit, past and through his corporal substance, ”don’t you feel that way too? Maybe just sometimes… a little bit. Every time I feel I have made some connection, some sort of companion, they disappear.” she thought back to Wrenmae, Miro, and even Evalin, who wasn’t gone, but hated her masters very existence. It made one question if she was even worthy of such companionship.


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Postby Noaru on September 23rd, 2015, 1:58 am

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If Noaru had a heart, it would have wavered before Rayage´s humble response. However, something else moves instead, something more pure and whole than the blood pumping organ...his soul. Noaru saw a bit of innocence within Rayage that he'd not seen in a long, long time and he wanted to protect this--that which he felt was wholesomeness. Noaru did not feel as though he knew Rayage entirely, but as she spoke to him, more and more his understanding of her grew. However, sadness and duty seemed to grip her too tightly, along with this desolate land of magic.

“ This place satisfies only one part of your soul, Rayage. The emptiness you feel is proof of it, ” Noaru´s soulmist sways slightly as though some wind had blown by it “ This place does not appease your humanity,” Noaru did not know if Rayage was human, but he figures that what he said probably wouldn't matter to her, if she knew what he meant.

“ You and I have a lot in common, but there is much that I´am not familiar with in this world; magic, it´s history, and what true wonders it holds. I seek power and understanding, also, yet your search is more definite than mine,” It was as clear as the sky, which lingers above him, Rayage´s purpose and drive was stronger than his own. Noaru felt honored to be before Rayage; she was conversing with him, and pouring emotion into their words while doing so.

She talked about both herself and her hidden longing for companionship. Noaru could only silently listen to Rayage speak to give her the time to release what she'd been containing, and seemingly, been wanting to say to another for so long. “ A good companion is hard to find, or sometimes, they lose their way and become lustful for power. They become victims of their own obsession, leaving you behind and hating you for your actions of goodwill, ”

“ It was probably too bold of me to have said that I'd become your companion earlier, ” Noaru felt embarrassed; his soulmist moved awkwardly around him “ Yet, I feel no regret! I´ll be your companion and a good one! It took the nigh destruction of the world to separate me from those I deem my friends and trustworthy before, it´ll need to happen again for this occasion as well, ”

Noaru declares with a hint of confidence in his voice.
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