Aquatic log 3

[21:15] Fennel turns a dicey gaze over toward Yamani, watching them dance back and forth around the area. While he's simply. . surveying, it would be quite rude of him to not inform them of a few things.

"A moment of your time, my aquatic.. acquaintance." A gesture over to the Sirenian in question. "It would be. . pretty unfortunate for you If I did not inform you that any and all compatriots of Osrona? Who knowingly bend to their whims? Is up for summary execution."

He turns wholly to face them.
(Fennel Loire)
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[21:16] "They really should consider, like . . . a sign, or something."

It wasn't the first time he'd heard this -- of that mysterious cafe's mystery hours. It was something frustrating, trying to enter it but never, ever being able to catch the time they are open. And, because he cannot catch the time they are open -- he has no way of finding out their mysterious mystery hours.

"I'd like to come, too. I'm interested, as well, but have never managed to get inside . . ."
(Reason)
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[21:20] The young Siren would slowly look towards the Siren. Her Glacial gaze would slowly meet that of Fennel. The temperature drop would be palpable. Her jagged teeth would grit if only slowly. A calm exhale was casted before she would speak her own breath.

"And may I ask what has driven a man such as yourself to such extremities? Even after the biting loss of the mines, you would expect the leaders of their respective settlements to.. Stay out of the crossfire if they didn't have the need to."

She stated. Thumb placed upon her hilt as the blade slowly revealed itself. Freezing gusts form as a defensive measure to protect against physical harm.
(Yamani)
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[21:25] "A good friend of mine was slain in your little attempts to 'regain' control of the mines."

And by your, he of course means Osrona. No, there was an obvious recount of every face present for such a war, every stand-out individual, and luckily for him, yet unluckily for her?

He was quite knowledgeable on the in and in. "Unnecessarily at that. Talks of a prideful exchange gone wrong. Because of such. I have decided that I've no need to continue any service to Osronan folk.

So if you'd like to ask such a question, it would be that your methods are wanting and your reasons even more so lacking. None are permitted to cross while my wife and I walk these grounds. Not from within those walls. Should they willingly support the war front."

And oh, has Yamani done more than that. Active participation? A death sentence.
(Fennel Loire)
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[21:43] The young woman would slowly look towards Fennel. Unwavered by the actions of what was casted before them. "Those people decided to try and rob my freedom. And to fall to anyone who sympathises with those militatists to in this vast place. If it were not for the engagements of corporals, results would play differently."

She stated. Staring at the Loire. Awaiting further negative interaction. "You yearn for Catharcism. Just as the same one behind that Prideful exchange gone wrong. Though I have to wonder, do you think they won't attempt to vanquish your deities as well?" the air would drop swiftly in temperature. Learning and mastering that of Ice magic.

"I truly wonder if you believe that they won't due the same to you when they get the chance."She asks willingly. A glow would emanate within her pockets. At least that once more. "Tapuco, and I can smell your animosity from here." She continued, not caring enough tofully worry about the weight of the situation present.


"So come. Show me your belief." She insisted. Shark constructs made of water and ice would surround her entire stature. Moving aggressively within the gales that she had created. She was not going run from the people that willingly enjoyed to take without penance.


(Yamani)
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[21:52] Fennel's eyes begin to shine a faint luminescence.
From Aquamarine-green to bright blue, these eyes dare to boldly obstruct that which stands before him.

With slits beyond pupil, a calmed storm beyond the inferno of heat from within, chagrin ventures forth at these words in the low exhale of a sigh.

At some point he feels he is responsible for that death, for both of their deaths. Orain, a cousin, one whom he wanted not to know but much preferred to the other two.

And Xenia? Something similar, someone friendly, reliable to a sort. Upon his shoulders does he feel their death weighed heavily, perhaps if he'd offered his countenance upon the fields of battle could he have prevented it all.

"Oh, how I do love when one so foolish believes that they understand the inner workings of my mind." A playing card, simple, easily noticed is pulled free before his hands work magic. three, then five, and seven even begin zipping back and forth.

this, is catharsis.

"What you must understand is your place in the world, my fair mer-folk. It is not my belief that you need to see. What have you that requires seeing it?

You are simply a puppet. However! I do dare to believe that even those have their uses. Oh yes, you've interest indeed, for you live. You breathe."

Your soul is aglow with magic and sustained by the breath in your body and the blood that flows through your flesh.

I would sample how it works.
(Fennel Loire)
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[21:52] For now, the only thing Violet does is look on. Silently.
(Violet Vartuul)
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[21:58] Trife says, "Sh sh.."
[22:00] Amelia isn't sure what was happening, but seemed to stand there with her arms resting on the beam behind her
(Amelia Ironheart)
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[22:33] A direct flash of light was given. One that was more sensitive than what she had normally seen. "And what is one getting at Loire? I have little time for games like this." She stated, clearly there was harshness within her tone.

The woman's look of irritation would be more than visible upon that. Her patience was growing thin. The twin sharks would continue to surround her stature. Though her blade would slowly rest upon her sheathe, her eyes closing as she would gather herself.

Asher, was one she didn't have much contact with but understood his character brought many joy to many more lives.

Meia, was not only a brave woman, the one who drew closest with Dallan. Slaughtered without as much a hint,

Chezara a woman far too old to even be continuing to fight wars her predecessors should, ripped in half by an absolute monster. More and more bodies have piled within the shimmering cities gates.

Aviel. Felled by one of Achyons strongest military forces. Her friend that has been with her since the school bells of class rang, a man who always bathed within trouble that became a growing beacon of light later years within her career.

And Yamani, Yamani feels the internal struggle of that to live. Of that who's right it is to live onwards. Seeing so many people within this area leave her. Just to move forwards within her life is that of a direct challenge.

Furiously she would open her eyes. Fennel was toying with her, attempting to sink furiously deep within her conscience. And this internal warfare was one that continue to rage on from within. Only for one to push and assume little.

"Amori was one that I did not expect to commit actions like he did. But attempting to toy with my mind instead of being straightforward... Will do little for me within my future."

She stated. Turning around,

"I have work to do. Pushing Merfolk towards a future that is prosperous for them. To ascend beyond the shackles that the corrupted gods laid bare for them." She continued. Steps audibly being taken towards the west as her hand rest within their pockets. "And the shimmering city would do well to assist me with that goal."

Steps were taken towards the east unless stopped.





Echoed within the expanse of her mind.

"Puppet? Such Crap. I have the freedom to keep moving forward. And shall continue to."






(Yamani)
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[22:39] {Lost Dangerous RPB against Fennel Loire}
[22:39] ** Fennel Loire has inflicted an injury upon Yamani. ("Temporary Injury", "Temporary Injury", "Temporary", "Duration: Medium (4 days)") **
[22:52] Titanic mounds of lava rise to his command and between them are hefty sums of fire, blasting about and scorching the land with little remorse. These are the magics of one who wields duplicity upon humane means and one who has crested a realm of unfeeling sufferance, of godhood.

Where even death is not available.

Yamani's scrupulous ideals pale to absolute nothing before his own, or so he feels. To utilize the Shimmering City who would tear down any and all? For the kind of her people?

Doesn't she know that Achyon has announced even stronger ties with the Deep Company and those who follow the ways of the sea?

Eventually, between the both of them using their stalwart abilities, Fennel's overwhelming inferno of passion has forced the fish out of water to her knees, where lava will wash over her hands and arms, burbling as they solidify into rock-ish mounds.

"I have no need to toy with your mind." He continues as though they'd never paused their conversation, clashing ideals. And his steps carry him to her now fallen form.

"You have no desire for freedom at all. Your allegiance stands as a testament to that. How could you figure they would help you?

Corrupted gods?

Shackles?

Do you not see that they press upon the heel of those who care not for the angels and their saints? The stars, their workings of eternal suffering?" Fennel's mind races with incredulous thoughts, impervious to the rouse of humanity.

He sees beyond these petty pleasures of reason and understanding. Ichor pools from where she struck him, yet it does not gleam golden or even a chaotic purple. He bleeds as any man does, as any man has.

Yet his eyes still resonate with something greater. "I was aware that your god was the 'Deep One', but I suppose you've conformed totheir own like-mindedness, yes? Pah."

A card rises once more in preparation, silver and orange sheen of kinetic energy surrounding it. He considers, for a moment, obliterating the woman whole. But spares Violet a look.

It could benefit the both of them, one could surmise.

His look is enough time for her to scramble to an exit, should the Sirenian desire. Disappointment will follow but, nonetheless, her exit would be now, if any time at all.
(Fennel Loire)
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[23:11] The blasts of Magma shifting would swiftly surround the woman. Even after attempting to leave the area Fennel continued to press against the woman. The clashing of Ice and magma would soon grow to bubbling Obsidian. The shards of Ice blasted away heavily against that of the Loire.

Shards of Ice would follow against her enemy. Some melted before it would reach its target, however. Constant tries to at least weaken her enemy. Desperate attempts to bring her opponent down upon his knees. Overwritten with strikes of liquid magma.


"Your allies will not stop until everything is stomped outwards!"

She screamed. As vents of liquid magma would push forth against her. Her Aquatic constructs blocking some of the vents of lava. Forming superheated obsidian. Flashes of aquatic influences would continue onwards for as long as her stamina could hold.

"Your people..... enjoy to switch whenever its..... convenient to them.. And this is proof the fireblooded only serve for themselves..."

The sweltering heat forced her to struggle Merfolk were not well suited to face off against that of the flames. "Your words involving that of the Deep one.. SHOWS HOW ARROGANT YOU SURFACE WALKERS ARE WHAT HAPPENS WITHIN THE DEPTHS! She screamed.

They did not see what she had saw.. Demented forms and beings sending people to be killed by a god that has been raised by hatred. Only for that to become ones destruction. She has seen beings that she would call her ally cannibalize and twist their blade at a whim if it calls it.

Did they truly believe that they had the answers? She could only thing she would to was rush towards him, Attempting to strike them down with another set of whips. One both of pure water, and the other of blood leaking from her scrapes.

Only to have another strong piece of rock and magma sent towards her way Stinging her arms. Sucking the moisture out of each of her appendages giving a temporary deformed look. "They...Will know... My desires....Are....Ineveitable…" She stated. As slowly Fennel became distracted.

Large amounts of Ice would be casted around heated vents. Creating a smokescreen to dispurse in. No longer was she to stay here. Now it was time to take the proper steps she desired.

(Yamani)
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[23:21] The young woman would swiftly return towards the area. Much closer towards the safety. Her eyes directed towards that of Kai, Her injury being quite that of severe proportions. "The fireblooded… The have began to move against that of Osrona…. I would clearly inform officials of this...."

She stated. Magma lodged within her arms. Using Ice magic to deal with the growing pains. Her skin deflated and deformed with how much moisture that was being dealt with. Even moving her hand to place her sword back within her sheathe became uncomfortable.

"Ngh!"

She yelled. Still pushing to maintain focus on the task at hand. Relaying the information.

"Also.. Have any healing potions?"

She asked wondering..
(Yamani)
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[23:25] A hefty sighed was let go. This would be a matter of diplomatic wit and detailed information. Perhaps a chance for the Grimmore to prove her abilities as a capable member of the council.