Exovaryn Haruke: Active Oracle

[Insert irrelevant scene of chatter/recruiting/fighting here]

The Harukean's eyes eventually lost their interest settled upon the Oscuri, flickering over towards Medulla, whom spoke of recruitment considering some faction he never covered details over. Such ambiguity was not something that captured one's attenton such as Exovaryn's own. Voss' gaze ascended for the skies above, soughting out the stars above hindered by the daylight and clouds above.

Wonder of the celestial bodies above grew strong within the magi, wishing to understand it greater, to become connected to the very bodies of mana that pailed his own reserves in comparison. They were seemingly boundless, nigh infinite when fantasized-- Hovering further, he found his arms extended as though to embrace the heavens, stretching out what little muscularity stuck to the bone.

"I am... Not interested." He stated bluntly, "Not interested in whatever groups you nor other magi of the land can construct. There isn't a hope in the land that it comes close to aligning with my beliefs." He answered ascending for the skies above.
"...I have something to do." He said naught more than that, rising for the clouds above, though his gravitational practice came to few limitations. That of his mana reserve, and altitudes in which he could breathe within.
(Exovaryn "Voss" Haruke)

[Insert irrelevant scene revolving around preluding battle here]

 It was all so... Amazing! A brilliant beauty to behold, however, one he could not dare venture further than what the atmosphere permitted. Oxygen was running low, and his basking and observations.. His concentrated focus honed on the celestrial bodies beyond the clouds above, was complete.. What he came here for, was fulfilled!
Thus, those bellow, likely from the former encounter could hear out one's descent from the heavens above. It was the scream of the air under the mercy of something amongst its midst, dense enough to conjure a glimmering aura of crimson-tangerine.

This was not from space nor anything remotely close from anything that superceded the troposphere of the atmosphere, this was simply the sentient that rose prior, plummeting with the aid of Gravity magic, presence tained with the bombarding essence that was Depravity, with the manifested essence of the Occult Arcane felt especially by fellow Occultists about..

Though, there was something different about it now, having taken the vertical trip prior. Prior to making impact with the earth once more, an abrupt halt beckoned the crackle of the air about, once disturbed only by the conflict that enacted moments prior. The outlash of the summoned shockwave spawned a halo of mud and dust to flank the unsuspecting. It was at the core of the miniature crator crafted, that a sole magi hovered, swathed in the stygian essence that was of the corrupted psyche.

Exovaryn had returned in a matter of hours...
Assuming such time had passed since prior, with a single difference having taken shape. The Oracle's Mark upon his chest, unlike its ebony marring prior, illuminated a grand saffron-- Activated.
The sick grin stretched across the Harukean's visage with the coming of such, achievement.

"...I'm.... Back..." He introduced in an oddly calm tone, words slipping past his lips akin to silk, inverted pupils sifting the scene yet again for differences amongst the present personages..
(Exovaryn "Voss" Haruke)