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jikan_rpg2022-09-10 03:53 pm
dragonrising) wrote in jikan_rpg2022-09-10 03:53 pm
Curse/Kizuna Catch-All for September
⌛ Who: Runyu and anyone he encounters
⌛ What: For about a week he'll be cursed (close CR) and then he'll experience his first full Kizuna transformation...
⌛ When: Mid-September
⌛ Where: Various locations
⌛ Warnings: Childhood trauma will be mentioned as part of the dragon transformation. May include implications of child abuse/neglect.
A. Cursed (Closed to Close CR only)
The tea set he'd been given was an odd one. Still, he was willing to give it the benefit of the doubt, even with knowing the curses this place had on offer. It was one chipped cup and something about that drew him in. One chipped up in a set... No, he shouldn't apply personal experiences to something as simplistic as a teacup.
Still, he prepared tea in the set and set the chipped up before his own place. The other cups were for anyone who wished to join him.
Of course he was noticing that the more tea he sipped the more bitter it became. And dry? Confused, he frowned and looked into the tea in the pot curiously. Which was likely how someone would come across him if they were at the Four Seasons Manor.
B. Transformation (Open to all)
Of the three of them living in his rooms, he was the one who hadn't yet experienced a full transformation. Probably for the best given what his transformations had been so far. However, today was about to change that fact. Because today he felt the pain in his body as he changed and quickly rushed outside. The large and unexpected dragon form meant that some things were broken on his way out of Four Seasons, rushing into the sky to go into the forests.
There he moved into a pool of water, his scales glistening. He didn't want to be seen. It wasn't the pain that caused it though. Instead it was the idea that someone could see this body of his. His true body. Only a few had been allowed to see it and now here it was on display without him having control of the fact.
Anyone coming across the water in the forest would likely see the large silvery dragon shy away from them. Between pain and panic, he was stressed. In need of reassurance honestly. But he certainly didn't know how to ask for it...
⌛ What: For about a week he'll be cursed (close CR) and then he'll experience his first full Kizuna transformation...
⌛ When: Mid-September
⌛ Where: Various locations
⌛ Warnings: Childhood trauma will be mentioned as part of the dragon transformation. May include implications of child abuse/neglect.
A. Cursed (Closed to Close CR only)
The tea set he'd been given was an odd one. Still, he was willing to give it the benefit of the doubt, even with knowing the curses this place had on offer. It was one chipped cup and something about that drew him in. One chipped up in a set... No, he shouldn't apply personal experiences to something as simplistic as a teacup.
Still, he prepared tea in the set and set the chipped up before his own place. The other cups were for anyone who wished to join him.
Of course he was noticing that the more tea he sipped the more bitter it became. And dry? Confused, he frowned and looked into the tea in the pot curiously. Which was likely how someone would come across him if they were at the Four Seasons Manor.
B. Transformation (Open to all)
Of the three of them living in his rooms, he was the one who hadn't yet experienced a full transformation. Probably for the best given what his transformations had been so far. However, today was about to change that fact. Because today he felt the pain in his body as he changed and quickly rushed outside. The large and unexpected dragon form meant that some things were broken on his way out of Four Seasons, rushing into the sky to go into the forests.
There he moved into a pool of water, his scales glistening. He didn't want to be seen. It wasn't the pain that caused it though. Instead it was the idea that someone could see this body of his. His true body. Only a few had been allowed to see it and now here it was on display without him having control of the fact.
Anyone coming across the water in the forest would likely see the large silvery dragon shy away from them. Between pain and panic, he was stressed. In need of reassurance honestly. But he certainly didn't know how to ask for it...
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"Tis not your fault, so please do not apologise. I will manage. There is nothing that you need to feel obliged to do."
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One could not force anyone to accept help or amends. He could only offer and leave it at that. It wasn't up to him to decide what happened next and he knew that. He just gave a stretch to try to get some of the tension out of his long form before settling to make himself look smaller again.
"It will likely not reassure you but perhaps I could tell you what dragons are like where I come from. What our parentage is like."
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"Thank you, but I would not put you out of a way through no fault of yours."
He does tip his head in interest.
"It has been a long time since I heard new tales - if you are happy to speak of it, I do not mind listening."
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It was an interesting experience to explain this to another. Still, he saw the interest and that made him ready to offer his knowledge.
"Children born to Immortals often take on one aspect of each parent to become who they are. One will give the creature they become and the other the element. It makes it so one can trace the parentage this way. In the Heavenly Realm, dragons have only ever been part of the royal family. Before I was born it was my father, the Emperor, who was a golden fire dragon. At his side was his wife who was a phoenix. Two creatures of fire."
That alone was a solid clue that the Empress was not actually Runyu's real mother. After all, two parents of fire could not create a child of water. That was not how it worked. "My father had a habit of enjoying many women and seduced my mother who was a fish. From that union I was born. Water from her and dragon from him."
There was so much more to that story but...
"I have a younger brother who lives here too. He is a phoenix like his mother and his nature is that of fire. People have likened Immortals of my world to that of gods. Our purpose is to make sure that the natural movements of the Mortal Realm run smoothly and as they are meant to. For a time before I took my father's throne, I was the Night Immortal. The one who moved the stars across the sky every night and recorded the dreams of the world."
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"Are your tasks assigned then, or are you born to them? It sounds as if you would be akin to the ainur of my world, but they are... mm, less people and more... concepts? That have taken on physical being. And they are mostly fea, that is, spirit, and only the most powerful or the most interested in the dealings of us Incarnates take physical form on anything like a regular basis. And they don't have children the way we do either, so in that they are very unlike your folk, for they came into being when the world did, and the only way for them to have children is to wed one of us, which few do. Some have relationships akin to parents and children - most of the smaller river tributaries which are conscious enough for speech will call themselves 'daughters' of the main branch river, for example."
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These people that the other spoke of seemed intriguing though. Runyu considered them for a moment. Concepts of what was needed in the world. That could take physical form if they were motivated to do so.
So...different.
"Have you ever beheld one of the physical manifestations of these beings?"
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He nods.
"Aye - the fourteen most powerful we call the Valar, the Great Powers of our world - they often took physical form to interact with us, although Morgoth, the Great Enemy, who was one of their number, became tied to his physical form as he put too much of his power into the world. Some of the lesser spirits, the Maiar, also tended to physical shapes - Eonwe, the Herald of Manwe, the Lord of the Breath of Arda, is probably the most well known, after Melian, who wed the King of the Sindar, Elu Thingol. But others have taken quieter or less noticable forms too, at times. The ones best known to me are Olorin, although when he dwelt in Middle-earth Men and Hobbits called him Gandalf, and so does he most prefer to be known, and the Ocean Maiar - Osse of the Storms, and Uinen of the Deeps."
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Especially if you were him and the Empress hated you personally for existing. But that was another matter entirely. One that they were not discussing here. Instead they were having an intriguing conversation comparing their worlds.
"So someone of them moved into the world to become part of it? Is that what I'm understanding?"
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He has... suspicions about one of his other friends now.
"Especially if they were bad at it! It seems to be rather asking for a good deal of trouble, especially considering the scope of such tasks... "
He's sitting here, thinking about a water elemental being told to manage the night, which is not... TOO horrible but also... wouldn't he better put to use doing something water based???
(That might be the Commander of the Gap strategizing, however)
"More or less." He agrees. "The Ainur are... I suppose you could call them the builders of our world. There are others, out beyond the walls of the world, but we know only those who descended into it, to bind themselves to it that it might be their life as they are the world's. And of them, we know only who choose to show themselves to us, or who others speak of. But because they are the shapers of the world, they are truly best described as embodiments of those aspects that they shape. Manwe is Lord of the Breath of Arda, the greatest of the Valar saving only the Great Enemy, and to him to all birds of the air hold allegience. It is said that he hears all that moves upon the face of the earth, and when he works with Lord Ulmo of the Waters he brings the rain and Osse Storm-Lord delights in working with him to bring the storms. His spouse is the Lady Varda, the Star-kindler, the Lady of Light, whose stars were the first light my people saw when first our foreparents woke, long ago, and to her still do many of our people call, for her light banishes darkness, and her touch is holy, that no evil may stand before unwithered. They say that when they stand together on the top of the holy mountain in Valinor, together they see all that passes under the sky."
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That was always going to be an action he would never regret. Among the many things he had done, he would never regret that moment. Even if he did regret that it had led to his brother's death.
"The spiritual beings of your world are fascinating. They truly seem to be like the gods that the other realms liken Immortals to. Yet it seems that they are like us in some ways where they have their own lives and feelings and duties to attend to..."
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He nods.
"There are similarities, aye! Although none of the Valar would ever call themselves Gods - the Enemy excepting - I know Men often pray to them, and the Dwarves venerate their Maker, Aule, most highly."
Technically, the elves pray too. But Maglor is well aware of the Doom that lays over him, and he hasn't prayed for millenia. No point if no one will hear him, after all.
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"Please give me a moment. I am changing back now."
With that he lowered himself completely under the water. Everything went still until there was something coming up from the lake, someone walking inside a bubble. When he came out, he was restored to what he normally looked like in this place. More than that, in this form, he was much smaller than Maglor.
Keeping his distance, he offered a polite bow to him. "Greetings again. I apologize again for having startled you."
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"Tis not your fault - one cannot help what this world subjects us to! Tis a pleasure to see your face."
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"I will understand if you'd prefer not but I'd like for us to get to know each other better."
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"You have been nothing but polite to me, despite my fears." He says honestly. "I don't know how long it will take for me to truly trust you - but I would like the chance to do so, for I deem most of my feelings are my own fears, and not a true reflection of you."
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"Please take all the time you need. I will just be glad to be able to continue to talk to you in the future. That will mean a great deal to me if you will allow that."
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"I am no great lord, that you should bow to me. I would be honored to get to know you better."
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Runyu smiled at him all the same though. He looked to the sword that had finally been sheathed then back to his face. "I can leave pillars of ice further in. That way when you practice you are less likely to sink so deep until you can get back to shore."
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"That... hm. That's certainly worth trying.... It would not be a trouble to you?"
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Turning away from him, he stretched out his hand and the water seemed to shiver before settling. One couldn't see the ice beneath the water but it extended all the way out to where Runyu had pushed him out in the first place.
"That should be good enough but if you need it further I can extend it."
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He can Sing the water off but it always feels like a waste of energy and leaves him tired, so this is much better.
"I will likely not need my towel at all!"
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"Hopefully not. This should make things much easier for you. I know that the weapons here are unique and the magic can be an adjustment."
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