The Kingdom of Sycrensia, during his journey to declare war against the world, was suddenly afflicted by a mysterious poison. Shortly thereafter he vanished. It was almost as if he had never been on Earth... Only a few traces remained, scattering for the wind.
And now, the torn pieces of a page that was lost to history have begun to drift towards another beginning...
(mm... I understand. and actually I feel a little stupid. I should have realized sooner, haha~ ...but it seems I had no idea how hard you were trying. so... thank you, for everything. I just wanted to say that.
... anyhow, I don't mind waiting... but to be sincere, I miss playing with you. we still had a lot of fun, didn't we? please don't let any sad memories make you forget all that, coming here. well... that said, if ever you feel ready for another adventure, I'll be right here~)
(maybe. if you promise to work on your grammar and spelling while we do? oh, but I would have to inform you that the character Sycrensia has been sealed away, so I can't use him. hope you don't mind the bracketsXP)
(basically, during his journey to declare war on the world, the Kingdom of Sycrensia was afflicted by a mysterious poison. shortly thereafter a white-glowing being took him, and vanished. as for what exactly that being was, the reason why it showed up, and what it did with Sycrensia is a secret~ but it made him unable to return to Earth, by his own power at least.)
(you sure it's not the other way round...? well, as long as you try, I guess. now lesse... I'm not really that good at random RP, but can always give it a try... so I'll be keeping that witch role.
Cauldron, cauldron, boil and bubble
Let me create some manner of trouble~)
([I'll just go ahead and change my writing style a little]
Amused by the inexperience of this peculiar girl, the magician answered with a chuckle, "Your potion. What is it for?" then turned back to the cauldron and continued to move the wooden spoon around in slow circles...)
("Why, it is mushroom soup. Very good for the complexion..." If the mage's back hadn't been turned, one may have noticed a mischievous expression that betrayed those words...)
(There is a sudden -poof!- Soon, when the smoke has blown over, it appears the stalker is no longer there. "Well, well. How convenient." Quickly bending down and catching something in his hands, the magician squinted his eyes and grinned. He seemed very pleased. "Now will you try to break the spell, or do you prefer to keep him this way?")
(Shaking his head, he replied, "I am a mage, I. I'm not to devour such insipid things..." Walking over to the open window, he threw the toad into the air, catching it by the leg with his mouth. Making a delighted face as he began chewing on it. It was somewhat difficult to discern his words as he titled his head and spoke, "Bad luck... Has this one always been so unlucky?")
(Her suggestion made him blink with surprise, then stare with a wide grin at the girl, and finally he broke out into a booming laughter so the many vials and bottles along the shelves almost fell from their places. Once he had come to his senses again, he told her, "Very good, child. I perceive you are a quick learner." He went over to the shelves and began to sort through the bottles. "Tell you what, usually that is my line. I do a lot of bribing too, and still they refuse me. Once they set their minds, humans are terribly stubborn.")
(Still standing with his back towards her, he did not yet accept the love potion she was holding out to him, but said, "If you truly love me, that will not be necessary." Then the mage took a small, blue-colored vial from the shelf and swallowed its contents. He coughed a few times. "Are you saying you will marry old Blåkulla?" he said in a creaking voice as he turned again to her. His face was now old and deformed, his hands grown hairy, his skin resembled dried dirt, and as he smiled at her, huge fangs protruded from his lower jaw. He was such a terrible sight, that a curious little bird sitting on a branch by the window fell down dead in pure fright.)
([nope, this Blåkulla's a "real" troll, the kind that lives in the mountains and kidnaps human children and beautiful maidens to eat them~ actually they do have quite good self-restraint on that point, but she had better flee before he loses it¬_¬]
And he picked her up and twirled her around, "We shall hold a feast in the deepest cave halls at once!")
(Putting her down, the troll said, "I shall find you a good wedding dress," and then he toddled off to the next room and began digging enthusiastically in the wardrobe.)
(And as she ran, the troll's laughter echoed throughout the forest...
[wow. not bad. actually I'd like to play that scene... even so, I'm afraid Sycrensia will remain hidden-- there are only a few people capable of finding him, and that is entirely up to them.])
([not in my power, none of them is played by me. there's a reason I set it up that way, and perhaps it is best if it stays like this. although I don't mind either way~
that aside, Sycrensia is, albeit not evil, a villain character. and he's certainly not a nice person. so despite what he would know of this Blåkulla, you may not want to meet him~])
(I see. blood... that would make you a moist kind. you belong to the northeast wind, no? were you to blow diseases, frenzy would spread as were it pestilence-- is what could be said, I reckon. was there anything else...? ah, which prefer you, hot or cold blood?)
The sun was about to set on the trees of the forest, rustling quietly in the warm summer breeze. Everything, the scent of the moss-covered ground, the song of a blackbird in the distance, seemed so peaceful. Still, something had felt unusual. What was it? Something about the forest... almost unsettling. On a large boulder a bit off the trail, a ray of sunlight struck something that glimmered for a moment, before disappearing beneath the treetops. It was hanging off a hook in the stone... It looked like a key.
Raivis approached the boulder, an odd feeling in his stomach. A hand on his abdomen and a hand on the boulder, he stared at the key. A key here? What door did it lead to, what would it open? He glanced around, his head turned when the sunlight shined on the key again once more to catch his attention. He reached up for it, and brought it down to examine it in his hands, wondering to what it opened.
For a key, it was rather big and heavy... Golden, and of an old-looking design, although a plain one. Save the equally plain ring it was attached to there were no ornaments to it at all.
The forest was silent. The blackbird was no longer singing, not even the leaves moved for the wind anymore. For a moment, time might as well have stopped. But then the bird's clear voice was heard again, and the unsettling feeling at once dispersed. Except for the key, there was nothing unusual in sight as far as could be seen.
Raivis looked around, behind him, down, and then up, before back at the key. ..Should he- keep it? He'd kept all of Russia's keys and such while the man was away anyhow, so why not. He looked up at the path, taking a moment to collect the calm-ness around him.
((seriously long wait for such a short post q - q ;; ))
(is alright~ I was sort of thinking of cutting this scene short anyway, because that idea I had when I made the first post has grown and changed a little since then... so I don't really know how to take this part any further^^')
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