[2018-Apr-17 18:06:58] Caesar nonchalantely witnessed the apex of a fight, the xuanthous irises following both the kids-- specially focused upon the blue-haired boy. A feeling boiled up inside, like a volcano ready to explode. According to the list of objectives, one person in evidence managed to fulfill a lot of the requirements.

Ah, how that pleased the Chosen. Luck was always on his side, managing to get out of impossible situations like the letter from Jianghu. And meeting one of the people he wanted to meet. Further analysis notices powerful, similar guides flowing near the defeated girl.

Too... lucky. But not enough time. Family lines didn't matter to him-- they were dead and couldn't raise more power. Deceased bloodlines could never influence the depths of the Elsyrean's soul, making his way towards Katzan.

While the blackened, adorned boots slapped against the ground, ominous waves of occultic polarized lightning flashed, danced and wobbled within his orbit. Crepitations escaped his structure, and the member of the Coalition stood parallel to Alberich. A head tilt, and the tired eyes answered the occultist, along with echoing tones.

"I'll deal with this from now on, kid. Leave it to the older people." adding, a hand penetrated the dark flames, coated with mana to soothe any heat.

"So... let us talk?"
(Caesar Valerius)
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[2018-Apr-17 18:07:56] LOOC - Alberich: [ I totally cast a spell on him already Caesar ]
[2018-Apr-17 18:08:16] LOOC - Katzan Xizoh: (yeah...)
[2018-Apr-17 18:08:29] LOOC - Katzan Xizoh: (Read their rp you fucking br)
[2018-Apr-17 18:09:22] "Ah- the mines of Ardent are a prime spot for Mythril. I need to take you thee soon, I think. Keh-keh."

Sibri continued to watch from a distance until the blacksmith mentioned leaving, and then he peeled his stare away from the goings on infront. Instead, he turned and headed her way, following along.

"Yes-yes... I think I will too. Come, let's go to your anvil--I have something for you," he said with an open-mouthed smile, grinning at her.
(Sibri)
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[2018-Apr-17 18:10:14] "Bwuhhh..."

She would cough sharply, her darkened spittle landing on the ground. Wobbly, she would pull herself up, wiping her mouth.

"Fuhh..." Acahualli stared up at JaDrako. "D'ya... know what he did t' me? I... can't think r'now."
(Acahualli)
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[2018-Apr-17 18:13:28] JaDrako lifted Acahualli up holding her in his arms a few tears fell looking at her state. "I don't know what he did to you Aca, but-" JaDrako cut his self off.

No time for words

He quickly began heading to Ardent to find someone to help Acahualli as he passed Alberich he gave him a nod hoping that they would have this situation under control.
(JaDrako Kumo)
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[2018-Apr-17 18:13:45] LOOC - JaDrako Kumo: (Am i free to go after Katz dots?
[2018-Apr-17 18:13:56] LOOC - Katzan Xizoh: (I ain't even referencing you, I think you're free to go)
[2018-Apr-17 18:14:20] LOOC - JaDrako Kumo: (Okie
[2018-Apr-17 18:20:10] Katzan felt the occult ray on his back. However, different from last time, it overcharged him with energy. Even as Caesar walked towards him, pretty much ignoring Alberich's only act, the boy quickly was shot down to the ground by the immense torment.

And more noticeable than that, his very essence started seeping against Caesar's mana. It started preying on it, sucking onto his very mana that was formerly used for protection.

This did not only mean that his very mana tried to suck onto Caesar in every possible way, as the boy started squirming down onto the floor. Alberich's method was potent on the last time, but this... Without much control over it, Katzan was simply a squirming mess.

He was being overwhelmed by the own feelings that his flames predated, and as such, they grew stronger and stronger around him as they fed.
(Katzan Xizoh)
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[2018-Apr-17 18:20:54] LOOC - Alberich: [ Wait on me Ceasar ]
[2018-Apr-17 18:27:41] "No, mister. You leave this to people who knows what's happening." he sighed, a frown still present on his face as he took yet another couple of steps closer, his hand still pointed at at Katzan, for he was keeping the control over his own mana and channeling his own spell over a continuous flow towards Katzan's own mind.

"His mind have been broken by the occult. What's in there, is but a tainted and twisted shadow of who he is. I've been there when it happened, and not once, not twice." the focused purple dressed wizard said as he finally stepped right close to Katzan, his hand still in the shape of a fist, as if he was gripping something. He lowered himself to the floor, approaching himself to the light haired young man. He wasn't angered, but concerned about him.

What Alberich did with that spell however was very different than the other time. He wasn't trying to feed Katzan's own Grey Darkness with his own mana, no. This time it was indeed more potent, aggressive and even stronger. The young chieftain should be able to feel that purple light, physically even, almost piercing a hole through his forehead and into his own brain and mind, but it wouldn't cause him physical pain. Not in the common sense, after all, that wasn't what Alberich was aiming to do in the least.

It would be something else. The guiding hand of Alberich's own occult would be trying to fight over Katzan's own, that aggressive shape of the darkness who overtook and filled the void which was his own mind, now being placed on a check, suppressed, fought, flanked and constantly trying to be overwhelmed by what seemed to be Alberich's own dark light. It should be a strange feeling, as if thoughts that doesn't belong to Katzan were passing through his head; but those weren't Alberich's either. It would be the occult trying to fight over to achieve something right there.

Something only Katzan and the green haired magi would realize, since both were the ones actively involved in that. But from the look on his face and how Alberich was handling the occult mad boy, it looked like he knew exactly what he was doing. He intended on helping him, after all.
(Alberich)
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[2018-Apr-17 18:41:31] The occultic presence warping the surroundings surpass Caesar's common aura structure, emanations climbing from the ground to ascend. His abusive, always ambitious and disheartening gaze fixates upon Katzan, once more. The Elsyrean could feel his heart pounding, the blood travelling through his veins, and the perverse smile crawling over his semblance.

"My name is Caesar Valerius, a Chosen from the--"

A numbling sound interrupted him, as the target's body fell to the ground. Fluid hand gestures relocate the magi, and subsequent jerky and robotic prepared moves are distracting. Exactly what was needed to notice the mana being siphoned. And... stealing from him is not something one should do.

Another gesture-- both of his hands apart and palms facing towards the 'audience', a magnamious pose to encite the men. Alberich's aggressive approach was something Caesar immediatly disapproved, annoyed by the know-it-all personality challenging what would be a diverging call.

Thus...

"I don't like the way you're talking." linear tones parted the white-haired one's lips, a tongue swirling to dry the desiring labiums. Another powerful stomp set remnants of stones flying, ascending and attracted by the shocks of energy!

Such crimson aura ceased, returning to a corrupted, never-ending flame of defiling emotions. Caesar was, undoubtedly, a master when it came to stealing things from people-- a knowledge which proved to be useful when reversed.

The tainting luminescence descended, bathing the entirety of Katzan's body. Upon contact, more and more penetrated his psyche, while an open smile never left the Chosen's expression. Cracks permeated the scope, and another rotten power started to dominate.

Consequently, an unutterable corruption prodded. It barked, whispering in the flame dancer's ears, calling. A matter of desire who turned out to be indefinite, addicting, and powerful. Despite that, the white-haired one couldn't simply enact all of the putrid influence at once.

Inexplicable to Alberich, a non-familiar scent of adulteration emanated from Caesar. And the lack of further use denounced the lack of power into the spell.

"Mm... I thought... my words said I would be the one dealing with this." the malefic mouth muttered.
(Caesar Valerius)
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[2018-Apr-17 18:42:15] LOOC - Katzan Xizoh: (... I don't feel like I have really much to say on my rp)
[2018-Apr-17 18:42:46] LOOC - Katzan Xizoh: (Alberich, you wanna go first? I'm just going to RP my reactions to that ABSURD ammount of occult)
[2018-Apr-17 18:44:03] LOOC - Alberich: [ Sure ]
[2018-Apr-17 18:45:05] Alberich looked up to Ceasar and immediately the green haired wizard rolled his eyes. Retreating his hand and ceasing completely the work he was doing on Katzan, as well as retreating his energy as a whole.

Without saying anything, Alberich just stood and left.
(Alberich)
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[2018-Apr-17 18:51:08] Isthar Null asks, "hello guys, i'm new here.Anything particular i need to know?"
[2018-Apr-17 18:53:28] Stretches
(Isthar Null)
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[2018-Apr-17 19:00:10] Katzan's body converged with two different kinds of occult energy as he squirmed down onto the ground. Alberich's way would most likely be safer, but it was obvious. His methods of containment were failing, Katzan's own powers growing progressively stronger and more aggressive. They needed something to feed upon.

And as much as their intentions weren't for that, they both did. Katzan's own greyish occult consumed through everything that went by, preying upon their mana as much as it preyed upon Katzan's own mind. The overwhelming emotions were too much for him to withstand.

The blue-haired teenager was trying to be controlled by Alberich, guiding it carefully. And even as the green-haired boy tried to do it, Caesar found upon himself a much more brutish way to control Katzan's own hunger for anything to prey at all.

All of those, trying to corrupt the poor young man's mind. Katzan was nothing but a victim of Occultism, now implemented in three different ways. One, his own bloodline, which made his claims to be chieftain more and more realistic by the day. It was nothing but this ever growing desire to be the best, to be the strongest, which guided him.

And as such, the Grey Occultist found upon himself too overpowered to even react. His own mana seemed to feed endlessly, consuming essence upon essence, until it found itself overwhelmed. Too much power, even for something as consuming as it was.

It is something that is simply too much. Although Katzan's raw, uncontrolled power was much stronger than it looked like usually, he was in a state too far from consciousness at this very moment, maybe pushed too far by them, and most likely helped by the fact that he did not experience conscience of his own acts for the past hours.
(Katzan Xizoh)
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[2018-Apr-17 19:10:53] Claw-like formations based on dark frames continued to peer into Katzan's mind. The more Caesar could feel the target's innate consumption using up the resources of corrupted energy, the more his powerful force intensified inside of him, consolidating a path to the unknown.

Not very unknown to the white-haired one, of course. The energies opened a direct path to the tormented boy's neck, shoving clothing and hair aside. Subsequently, the emission of light by a fluorescent spear graced the skin with a mark.

A concept made by a symbol of a serpent eating its own tail, forever stuck in this eager for power. However, adapting to Katzan's ambitions to become a chieftain, the merchant managed to morph the feelings and addict him to the pure definition of perfection.

He would never be satisfied until cleansed. Perhaps, if the damage had already reached his brain, permanent changes would make it unable for the occult mage to be recovered.

Caesar's guffaw echoes, watching probably the birth of a new Katzan. Delineating another smile, he left the boy down, a depraved scent escaping the stamp of mana. Remnants of the Elsyrean's blackened influence lingered, until the man disappeared with the crimson bolts.

Thunderous movements clapped, but he knew that wouldn't be their last encounter. Feeding such emotion to his objective would take some time and special care.

However, the 'Atl chieftain' wasn't the only one. For now, the Chosen lacked time.
(Caesar Valerius)