Post by Rina on Dec 7, 2016 0:14:14 GMT -8
"................I suppose."
Just about everything that could go wrong, just went wrong. Dammit Murphy, why did your law have to come into effect?
"...Hey, could I tell you a story? It's...a rather personal one that I feel should warrant you knowing. It would at least clear some confusion on what it means to be a Dark Wizard."
Schezo went and peeled off the vegetables Are brought along, not really in the mood to prepare the curry roux. He took an empty bowl, peeling the potato over it so it caught the scrap skins. While he listlessly prepared them, he went on to tell her a little bit of his back story. Arle told her hang-ups with this world, he might as well disclose some things about himself so she'd at least understand him a little better, and try to avoid an awkward silence as they worked. Unless this talk would make things more awkward than it should.
"The reason why I assert upholding the Dark Wizard's honor is because I am not the originator of dark magic, but a successor. A time ago, when I was close to your age, I was but another student of a magic school. On the day of the school excursion, his voice called to me, drawing me to a mirror that led to the labyrinth of the fallen capital of Rana. In my class, it was stated to be the sealing place of the predecessor Dark Wizard, Rune Lord. I fell into the mirror, and I tried my utmost to escape with my life, using the spells I learned in school. As I closed in on the end, I slowly began awakening to my fate of succeeding the title. I found a scroll containing the ancient dark magic Areiado, and encountered the Dark Sword and proved my worth of being its master. I eventually triumphed over the soul of Rune Lord and succeeded the title, finding a way back where I once was, and...I felt proud of my newfound power for a time. It was then I came to realize the curses of being a Dark Wizard; I lived past the human lifespan, power incontinence was commonplace for a time, and I struck fear in those that lived to see my dark power. All I had was myself, the dark power, and the ability to steal others power."
"Perhaps...perhaps my lust for magic power was a product of my insanity? Did I succumb to megalomania at a ripe age of emotions, blinding me from the repercussions of dark magic? It's such a time so distant, I've forgotten my own age, deeming it insignificant."
Schezo sighed, feeling like he's rambled enough about himself. He may have overstayed his speech, so he stopped himself from telling more.
Just about everything that could go wrong, just went wrong. Dammit Murphy, why did your law have to come into effect?
"...Hey, could I tell you a story? It's...a rather personal one that I feel should warrant you knowing. It would at least clear some confusion on what it means to be a Dark Wizard."
"The reason why I assert upholding the Dark Wizard's honor is because I am not the originator of dark magic, but a successor. A time ago, when I was close to your age, I was but another student of a magic school. On the day of the school excursion, his voice called to me, drawing me to a mirror that led to the labyrinth of the fallen capital of Rana. In my class, it was stated to be the sealing place of the predecessor Dark Wizard, Rune Lord. I fell into the mirror, and I tried my utmost to escape with my life, using the spells I learned in school. As I closed in on the end, I slowly began awakening to my fate of succeeding the title. I found a scroll containing the ancient dark magic Areiado, and encountered the Dark Sword and proved my worth of being its master. I eventually triumphed over the soul of Rune Lord and succeeded the title, finding a way back where I once was, and...I felt proud of my newfound power for a time. It was then I came to realize the curses of being a Dark Wizard; I lived past the human lifespan, power incontinence was commonplace for a time, and I struck fear in those that lived to see my dark power. All I had was myself, the dark power, and the ability to steal others power."
"Perhaps...perhaps my lust for magic power was a product of my insanity? Did I succumb to megalomania at a ripe age of emotions, blinding me from the repercussions of dark magic? It's such a time so distant, I've forgotten my own age, deeming it insignificant."
Schezo sighed, feeling like he's rambled enough about himself. He may have overstayed his speech, so he stopped himself from telling more.
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Dec 7, 2016 0:14:48 GMT -8 by Rina
Arle began melting some butter using the makeshift oven she'd brought, adding some flour as she listened to Schezo's tale. She was very quiet as he spoke, mostly out of a desire not to interrupt. When Schezo finished, Arle stopped what she was doing to acknowledge him. She offered him a brief smile. "Wow, Schezo! I had no idea you were so... old!" Arle remarked in bewilderment. He honestly didn't look it. Yet, it did start to make sense to Arle why he had difficulty speaking or getting along with others. Surely there had to be ... some consequence to immortality. She couldn't really imagine herself living in a world of the far future. Would it be better or worse than this ravaged land? The roux would need to be stirred for a while as it cooked, giving Arle some time to tear her focus from advancing the food preparation. "And uhm--... About what you said. Not long ago I met a very old woman at a shop in the black market. I wasn't really 'myself' at the time, but I remember her telling me that a lifetime of using dark magic took a great toll on her health. She said that it rotted all that it touched and told us never to stray from the light. It seemed like she was trying to atone for something she'd done in the past." Arle began to muse aloud. "I don't know how any of it works myself. Only my grandmother ever really mentioned it, and she mostly just told me it was bad for me. But um--The old woman gave me a special artifact to help make me myself again. It's supposed to show you your age, but I noticed it doesn't move when I hold it. I just had what I thought was my seventeenth birthday, but it still says sixteen..." Arle explained, digging out a magical pocketwatch and holding it out to Schezo in demonstration. It was like any normal clock, but the numbers only went up to ten. The various hands began to spin wildly before settling at an age that apparently read out sixteen. The clock then went still. 
Arle leaned over to get a better look. "Wow, you weren't kidding." she mused aloud, gesturing to one of the more slender, red hands. "That hands supposed to be moving, but it's not. Apparently I've stopped aging too. ...And also de-aged to like five years old and nobody has any idea why." Arle explained, just sort of casually revealing that she herself was apparently immortal for reasons unclear, or was at the very least defying age. Suddenly she remembered she was supposed to be cooking and returned to the roux, beginning to add several spices to the mix. The roux would be ready soon.
"She said that no simple mortal spell could have done this, but it seems like there's no leads in figuring it out. Almost as if it's fate..." Arle mused aloud in response as she began mixing together the curry. "I'm just glad I"m not stuck as a five year old forever. Now we just have to bring this to hte people... It's not as much as we would've made in the kitchen, but ... it's something! Hehe..." Arle went on, taking the cart and beginning to slowly wheel it down the street. ...Hopefully that pot had a lid. They'd probably need to wheel it a ways before they'd reach an area people would feel safe hanging around. Hopefully none of them would be startled by Arle's condition. As much as she'd tried to wash up, she still looked rather disheveled to say the least.
Arle was understandably a little exhausted from working through the pain. She didn't even see the toad officer approaching their general direction. She'd already tunnel visioned in on They were probably responding to one of the distress calls from not long ago. It was doubtful the Toad Officer was seeking them out specifically, but against the odds he began approaching them. Arle promptly handed him a bowl of curry without really recognizing who he was. "Oh--thank you. Are you the ones who volunteered to work in the kitchen this evening?" the toad officer asked. At this, Arle snapped to attention. "Oh--Yeah!" "...No offense, but you look like you lost a fight with a Chargin' Chuck! Didn't the kitchen get attacked? What are you still doing out here..?" the officer asked, a little bewildered by the scene before him. "Oh--um, we still had some ingredients to work with, and with the famine and all... I didn't want to be responsible for anyone going hungry tonight." Arle softly replied. "...Wow, uh--That definitely wasn't in your job description. You've really gone above and beyond with this one. Y'know they should really be reporting this on the news instead of that psycho who bombed the place. Say, have either of you been on the news before? "Actually, yeah. There was this big party a while back that I was a part of. The whole life sphere got involved." "...That was you?! ...Maybe you will make it on the news after all. You know how they follow celebrities around. Heh. Some pickpocket had a field day with that one. But enough about that. ...If you're feeling up to it, stop by later and we'll compensate you for everything you've been through. Sheesh. You're out here making us look lazy!"
