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"We have nothing quite like it in Weab; a most grand celebration, most grand! Did you say your brother teleported you here as well? He was kind enough to send me off a few hours ago. It certainly saved me a fair walk! I say, my lady, have you seen the exhibitions yet? Oh, you really must, they're not to be missed!" Alleb said all of this in one breath and didn't seem to need any more. Many knights have speculated that she was subjected to some vile experiment during her time with the Marizu, as she displays such powers often.

((-Alleb))

He left a few coins at every stall, and walked away with each one with a full trencher. By the time he had reached the next one, the food was gone.

The man wore a green tunic; emblazoned on the front was a silver scorpion, quartered by music notes, identifying him to anyone who knew his heraldry: Ser Dylan Read, Knight of the Void.

Ser Dylan looked around uncertainly; he'd mainly come for the food, and was not terribly fluent in the things other knights called "people skills." Every so often, he'd see a face he recognized, but his uncertainty prevented him from approaching.

((Heyo, it's Voyd. And yeah, this is pretty much how I handle social situations. I'm too nervous/shy to approach anyone, I'm scared of saying something that'll offend.))

Lady Iximaz turned and started slightly, one hand dropping to her belt knife before remembering that the newcomer was in fact Alleb and not a bloodthirsty Marizu. "Alleb," she said, bowing her head and trying not to stare at the girl's outfit. "It is good to see you, too. I only just arrived—my brother was kind enough to teleport me here. It's wonderful to see everyone enjoying themselves, isn't it? It seems like we get too few opportunities for merriment these days. I hope you are enjoying Sumralese?"

A young woman detached herself from the crowd, jogging over and waving ecstatically. Not that she needed to; she was quite distinctive on her own. Alleb the Odd, a recent defector from the Marizu, was clothed solely in purple, from the tiny be-feathered lavender hat perched on her head to the high-heeled boots laced to her knees, the color of eggplants. She skidded to a halt in front of Lady Iximaz, resembling nothing so much as a bobbing violet-backed starling.

"Greeting, m'lady!" she said, bowing and grinning. "I only just caught sight of you! Are you newly arrived?"

((-Alleb))

It was fortunate indeed her brother had become a prodigy of magic, Lady Iximaz thought to herself as she stepped onto the portal circle he'd scribed on the floor of his tower. He himself was too busy for the festivities going on in Borrd, but he'd agreed to transport her there for the day.

She shut her eyes, and when she opened them, she was standing in a crowded city square, filled with food vendors and merchants hawking their wares; a gaggle of street performers were putting on a show near the fountain; down the street, she could see people dancing to the music of bagpipes. Despite her sudden entrance, not many people paid her any mind; magic transport wasn't totally unheard of, after all, and clad in her light linen shirt and loose breeches, she blended in with the rest of the festival-goers.

She smiled and set off, wondering if she would see any friendly faces among the crowd.

I noticed that it's completely unclear that, for subforum organization purposes, if you put a tag on a certain post in a thread, it applies to the entire thread. So, I changed the code so that, if a parent of the post you're writing has a tag, you won't have the option to apply that tag again, since it's completely redundant and takes up a database row.

-- Tomash

"GA-GA-GA! GA-GA-GA! GAO! GAI! GAR! GA-GA-GA! GA-GA-GA! GAO! GAI! GAR!" Matthew was hamming his way into the fray, by manner of the theme of the Ultimate Form of Courage.

His current mech was nothing more then an armory on human-like form, though his enemies didn't know that, as the impending Dakka and Macross Missle Massacre was concealed in a bulky frame, which was moving like an American Football player into the fray, gliding across the ground via thrusters mounted on its back. It was somewhat of an imposing scene.

Anyhow, Ajax was elsewhere on the battle for now it was only him, but that would soon change... probably.

Apparently DoSAT wants you to fight with mecha. They say if you imagine it, its probably there (within reason, of course). They also say that you can operate it any way you imagine.

With that, you have now entered the battle field.

Close to each other, the two men were almost of a height, though Chakkik was far, far bulkier. Valon read the note and grinned. “Didn’t know you liked metal, Chak.”

Chakkik gave him a Look.

“…yessir.”

As the gigantic blond man stood before the microphone, a few somber piano notes filled the auditorium. After a few bars…

“I’m gazing upward, a world I can’t embrace…
There’s only thorns and splinters, venom in my veins…
It’s okay to cry out, when it’s driving you insane…
But somehow, someday… I’ll have to face the pain.”

Chakkik’s voice was deep, mournful, and thrumming; it wouldn’t have been out of place in an opera. He had approached the stage reluctantly, but when guitars and drums joined the piano, he threw himself into the song.

“I’m begging for forgiveness, everything I’ve done…
If God is listening, he knows I’m not the only one.
It’s okay to lash out from the rules that I’ve enslaved…
But somehow, someday! I’LL HAVE TO TURN THE PAGE! ”

He kept his eyes tightly closed throughout his entire performance. He prayed desperately that the melancholy he was feeling wasn’t showing on his face.

“My heart’s an endless winter, filled with rage…
I’m looking forward to, forgetting yesterday… ”

Chakkik was silent for a few seconds. When the music returned, he practically roared the lyrics.

“… it’s all gone COLD! And no one wants to change!
It’s all so WRONG! And no one wants the blame!
It’s all gone COLD! There’s nothing left to gain!
It’s all so WRONG! But who am I, who am I to say!?
To say… It’s all gone cold, BUT WHO AM I TO SAY!? It’s all gone cold… but WHO AM I? WHO AM I TO SAY! ”

He finally opened his eyes as all but the piano faded.

“Cold…”

((If you're wondering, the song is Cold, by Five Finger Death Punch.))

"Like I said it also covers things like Mad-Eye using metamorphosis against soemone. The catch in my world is that by trapping a human mind in a form which cannot handle it, you can destroy it. And there is the Obliviate spell. The human is considered so important, and mental damages are so terrible that there is two laws against black magic here, one against entering the mind of another person and another against any form of manipulation. You can project illusions at best. As for the time travel, imagine someone addicted to it, able and willing to use it against its foes, but cunning enough for not leaving traces. And, even if he's not cunning enough, imagine someone leaving all sorts of time paradoxes behind. I'm sure you can see how bad it would be."

((I thought everyone had heard that.))

"Well, I suppose you shall hear it soon!" Alleb said, smiling. "A version of it, anyway."

Jesse muttered something under his breath that might have been: "A real weird one."

Alleb, still smiling, elbowed him in the ribs.

"All that stuff you mentioned aside from time travel is also usually considered Dark magic," Ix said. She tilted her head. "Why is time travel bad, anyway? As long as you don't interfere with fixed points and aren't seen by your past or future selves, I think it would be fine..."

"Especially since you would have a population of warlocks rising pretty quickly. I mean, tampering with the mind or the body of other people, playing with time... Things you can do pretty easily — less easily with the last one — , but in my world, all of it would be black magic. Richard says that Butcher likes overpowered settings, but he sure doesn't make them frequentable."

"I am so glad I don't live in your world," she said. "At least in mine, Dark magic is a conscious choice."

"Using black magic, even accidentaly, will taint your mind, driving you to use it more and more until there is nothing left of it. And between the fact there is too many people in the world to monitor, it can become ugly pretty quick. It leads to a pretty brutal way to deal with the problem, the only exceptions are when the use is 'justified', like killing someone in self-defense, or if the potential warlock surrenders himself of his own will. But even there, there is still the need for another wizard to accept to take the convict as an apprentice, and make sure he doesn't turn again to black magic, or he's killed. And his mentor too, if the apprentice is still with under his direct care at the moment. They call this the Doom of Damocles. Even if there was no technical ground to use this with me, you could say I was pretty lucky here."

Ix almost shook her head in disbelief, but then remembered her own home universe wasn't much more forgiving and stopped. "Well. For what it's worth, I'm glad you weren't."

"And it was the one who had created the Renfield to boot. Turned about, this one had created this Renfield and several others to get the police and my master off his back to make his escape." Marina grimaced. "Anyways, that was when he learnt about me. A week later, more or less, he was in our living room, speaking about magic, and 'asking' to take me as his apprentice, underlining how I had doged another bullet back in this alley. Remember when I talked about the Laws of magic in my 'verse? Killing a human is the first one. The only reason I got away with this was because a Renfield's mind is destroyed when he's created, meaning there is nothing really human left. Otherwise, it would have been judgement and decapitation. And even with that, he wasn't so sublte about stressing the fact this apprenticeship was also a probation of some sort."

"That sounds terrifying. I..." She grimaced. "I can see why you hate vampires so much now."

"It's just that... Remember when I talked about killing someone? I was getting back from high school when I witnessed someone being aggressed, by a man. I didn't have to do much more though, since this man stood up and saw me..." Marina shuddered. "He just looked freaking crazy, a bloody knife in his hand, and ran at me, screaming like mad. I was deadly scared, wishing for something to just stop him, and he ended up getting crush on the ground by some sort of invisible force. And he was still moving — well, crawling — forwards, with the same mad look, even if he was clearly dying. I ran away pretty fast after that, trying to forget that crazy thing. Later, I learnt he was a Renfield, a human whose the mind had been destroyed by a Black Court Vampire to turn in him in some killing machine with no sense of self-preservation." She sighed heavily "If I hadn't used magic, I would have been dead. And I would have been seeing whatever afterlife my world has got in stock. If there is even one."

"Thank Merlin I never killed anyone, though." Ix's leg twinged at the thought. "Though now I'm wondering if that was planned for a later chapter, thanks..." She tilted her head, latching onto Marina's last words. "You've seen the afterlife?"

"Your partner said you were coming from an... angstfic, right? I suppose the most important for the author was creating a way for you to fall all down the bottom, and he, or she, didn't think about some of the pratical aspects. At least you didn't end up kill someone. Not exactly the best first peak to the supernatural world if you ask me. Well, at least it beats first peak at afterife," Marina said, a grimace on her face.

"It's not like the teachers aren't above lying to help their students," she said morosely. "Though why they went to such efforts to help me, I don't know. Maybe because it was a fanfic and not actually canon? That's the only thing I can think of."

"No offense, but there was no chance you could hide this eternally, and you're pretty lucky indeed they didn't arrest you, and that you had no problem without Wolfsbane Potion. Although I don't understand how the topic couldn't have been aborded before. Your teachers didn't approve about lying to people who are the Special Forces of your government, right? And they couldn't have ignored the matter given the fact you used the potion, right? It's not like there was a cauldron of it just lying around for seven years."

"And all my teachers provided some amazing references to the recruiters." Ix bit her lip. "There's a register you're obligated by law to put your name on after being bitten but my parents guessed—correctly, I might add—that putting my name down would pretty much mean no more future prospects for me. But... well, when I left Hogwarts, I also left behind access to the Wolfsbane Potion and when I kept missing lessons to recover and kept showing up with new injuries, someone put two and two together, my name got put on the register, and I was kicked out." She shrugged, looking resigned. "Honestly, I'm just lucky they didn't decide to arrest me after that."

"The effects depend on the song and my intent when I sing, really. For example..." She closed her eyes, focused on her magic, and began humming the Song of Storms.

She knew she'd done it right when Chris and Violet gasped in surprise, and a distinct smell of wet fur reached her. Ami opened her eyes and rubbed the water off her glasses. "I've found that with instrumental pieces, it's easier for me to make a literal, or in this case canonical, effect happen," she explained. "There are some songs I pretty much have to use to affect others' emotions, like Pinkie Pie's Smile song, or the spell doesn't work."

"So that's what you meant by damage control," said Violet. "You could theoretically use your voice as a sonic weapon, though, right?"

"If I were willing to hurt my throat and learn a metal song, yes," Ami deadpanned.