A black bird tapped its beak against Kreiwralk's window, before flying to the doorway and landing on the dusty ground beneath it. Kreiwralk opened the door, and the bird shifted into a more hideous form. The beast staggered into his house, and triggered by the scent of a strange powder, rolled his eyes back and let his tongue slip out between his sharper teeth.
"That aroma seduces." It purred. Kreiwralk ignored its remark but turned his attention to it.
"Tell me about what you found." Kreiwralk said calmly.
The creature turned his gaze to the towering shell of a man. It smirked casually and bared teeth. "Fresh prey." It drew out the vowels with an ominous tone.
Kreiwralk merely shrugged. "That does nothing for me. If that's all you have I won't mind letting you be purged." He turned back to his desk to continue writing without letting the beast speak.
"You won't even give me a chance to finish, Kreiwralk. I've got information all right, but I have a craving I won't deny." It turned to the powder in the old jars. "Juuuuust a taste," -- he drew out the sound again -- "I promise."
He sighed. Kreiwralk opened the jar and instinctively the beast stuck out its tongue. He took a small pinch of a green powder and sprinkled it onto the impatient creature's tongue. The beast's eyes widened, stomping its feet recklessly and showed giant incisors. After calming down, it smiled very happily and licked its lips. "Delicious! It's the seasoning to one hell of a delicious meal." Leaving the powder in its mouth for a while, the beast turned its head curiously. "Is this..."
Kreiwralk stopped him mid-sentence. "I had some automatons harvest a bit of mana and convert it into powder. Of course, I can't store a whole bunch of this, so enjoy this. I'm going to need the rest of the jar. Now, will you tell me more?"
"Mana!? The ingredient to the recipe of destruction and construction! Ahem," It grunted. "There's fresh prey in some academy not too far away. It's a rainbow in there, Krei! So many flavors... so sweet, bitter, sour, and... so savory! I can smell it. I can't tell you what it smells like, but I can smell it. Word goes you can only go in by invitation, those uptight bastards. They practice their little magic shows there, I guess. They train little sparks into fireworks, and with all those fla- excuse me, different types, it's gonna be a light show when they graduate."
"A bunch of kids playing with fire. Is this prey worth catching?" Kreiwralk sighed and leaned on the desk.
"Well, blue's a real good color of the rainbow in this world of ours." It responded.
Kreiwralk's aimless eyes darted towards Kreiwralk's casual gaze. "Nobility." He growled. The beast smiled wide and cackled.
"Well done, Sceun." Kreiwralk rubbed its head and watched it happily growl.
"How long can I keep a more... humanoid form?" Sceun asked. Kreiwralk flipped through his notebook and glanced at the text.
"12 hours will empty my reserves. Any longer and you tap into my life energy, and I don't like you that much. A good duration would be 8 hours, where you can come back and I can dismiss you. Your crafty little mind is at work. Speak it."
"I feel as if we're gonna need a more... in-depth analysis of our prey. What better way than to be among them?" Sceun gazed out the window towards the direction of the kingdom.
"If you imply infiltrating this academy, then tell me exactly how you'll be allowed in if it's invitation only?" Kreiwralk raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. "I do like your concept, but if your execution is flawed then not only will your plan be flawed, but our lives will be threatened."
"We're in luck." Sceun whipped out a crumpled ball of paper and unraveled it to present to Kreiwralk. Though dirtied, some words were able to be deciphered.
"A sample invitation?" Kreiwralk examined the paper closely. With his pencil, he marked the style with light strokes and attempted to copy the handwriting on the blank part of the page.
"I'm not too good with that 'writing' business. Help a little thing out, would you?" Sceun sat on the floor like a dog awaiting instructions from its owner, sticking out the tip of its tongue like a slender whip.
"Give me a bit, Sceun." Kreiwralk focused on the invitation's handwriting and practiced it in hopes of copying it perfectly. With a flick of the wrist, Kreiwralk dismissed the beast into a puff of dust.
Name: Kreiwralk Ygzlasti Age: Gender: Indiscernible, presumably male. Sexuality, romantically available?: (Pan as hell, but nah.) Nobility or Citizen: Ex-Nobility Colors: BUG Bio: Born of a family of nobles, Kreiwralk was destined to become a great prince. With his sharp wit and calm demeanor, he showed promise as a future great leader. However, through his studies, he discovered the follies of human civilization and the horrors of worldly genocide. Alongside this, he became interested in the uses of powerful magic. On the day of his coronation, he mysteriously disappeared. After months of searching with no results, he was declared dead, and his scheduled coronation was pushed back, turning into a memorial.
He fled into the wasteland lying between the two kingdoms, perfecting what he has learned about conjuration in solitude. After years of practice, he became an unusually powerful summoner. With enough mana, he can conjure great beasts and powerful monsters. He may also bring a previously living organism back to life as something a bit more horrifying, but this is usually temporary. Kreiwralk has a goal: to bring both kingdoms, and eventually the world under his control; and by god will he do nearly anything to get it.
Appearance: Leave it to the imagination, since I can't draw or find an appropriate picture. I'll think of this later.
Additional information: His voice is strangely distorted, and his clothing hides any hint to his gender. However, due to being abnormally tall (6'11) and due to the voice being slightly deeper than average, it is assumed that Kreiwralk is male. (Placeholder)
It was dark. So dark. So cold, so lonely. I can't feel my legs. I can't see through the thickness of the dark. Where the hell am I?
It felt like she was floating in a void of nothing, accompanied by no one but herself. How did I even get here?
As she lost hope, there was a light at the end of the void. Blowhorns. Gunshots. A strange tint of Mountain Dew lingered in her mouth. In that moment, a surge of power pierced through her. She smiled deviously, filled with a thirst for Mountain Dew. She curled into a ball, and a rifle materialized in her hands. She visualized a room with her fellow forumgoers, and suddenly disappeared from the void.
"But what if FF was not kill???"
She burst out in flames, shooting a rifle into the air. Now a blowhorn lay in her hands.
There's an adblocker extension for Chrome. I had issues where it said I didn't have the latest version of Chrome to go to the web store, so i redownloaded it entirely. It seemed to work then, and I could download an adblock extension.
I'm not familiar with many video editors, but I know iMovie is a thing. Dunno if it's to your liking though.
Refusing to step towards them, she observed the silliness from afar, after Force had notified her. Though she was terrified at first, there was no way she was gonna show fear. To prevent that, she denied to mix in with he crowd.
She overheard bits of the conversation between them. Falling down the stairs? Immortal? Respawn? Game over? All those question marks had an indescribable sound in her head, like a silent scream.
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