Magus Musings - Reflection

Conflux, Pt. 3

“So let me get this straight.  You’re me…from the future?”

The elder Jessica – who, it had been decided upon by the three women, would be called “Commander” – shrugged and nodded, as if that wasn’t the best explanation.  “Future Earth, yes, but I’d wager I was from a different universe, too.  I have no idea if a ‘Paragon City’ even exists in my universe, but I’m pretty sure we don’t have living comic-book heroes in my world.”

The younger of the two – who asked to go by her hero name of “Stormscream,” but settled for “Stormy” when the other two women refused – shook her head.  “I mean, sure, we have comics too, who doesn’t?”  She ignored Ana raising her hand at this.  “But you pretty much leapt right out of the television screen of one of my favorite science fiction shows!”

Anafenza struggled to keep up with the women, who spoke of a whole different world they both knew well: Earth.  It was a planet, which she likened to her own Hydaelyn, though the majority of people there were “humans;” the Commander had called up a picture of one on the hand-held device she carried, and Ana had recognized the Hyur immediately.

Commander St. Peter had catalogued it as another similarity between the three women.  The list was, admittedly, small.  More was in common between the two Jessicas beyond their appearance, they discovered; both were orphans, both were adopted by a man named Jason, both loved the rain, they had similarly-named lovers.  It was far too fantastic to be pure coincidence.  Now they were comparing differences.

Commander St. Peter came from a future Earth, where she served in an exploratory service called “Starfleet” as a ship’s captain.  She was an alien, adopted by a human, and was currently in command of the starship Rafale, a spaceship.  Before waking in the cavern, she had been in her office on her ship, going over recent scans of a nearby system.

“Stormscream,” meanwhile, was nearly ten years younger, and already a registered hero in her home city, on a version of the same planet nearly four centuries earlier.  She was a hyur, but what they called a “mutant” in her world.  Anafenza listened with great interest and delight to discover it was this Jessica she’d dreamt of flying through the city and holding command over the weather; the girl was able to control the weather at will, and used her ability to call forth lightning to power her gauntlets and turn the energy into powerful blasts of sound.  Unfortunately, the girl had just laid down to sleep herself as well; she was dressed only in loose cotton pants and shirt, without her armor and gauntlets.

Then it was Anafenza’s turn to talk.  She swallowed hard.  “I’m Anafenza, like I explained.  My tribe is the Ejinn.  I come from a world called Hydaelyn, the continent of Eorzea.  I…am not anything really special,” she continued, and noticed both women eye each other skeptically.  “Honest, I’m not.  I bake, I clean, I love to swim, I can hold my breath for over a quarter bell, I love my friends but I can’t do anything to protect them…and for the past few weeks I’ve dreamt about both of you.”  The other two just nodded at this revelation, taking the wind from Anafenza’s sails. She looked at the two of them in confusion.  “You don’t…seem concerned by this?”

The Commander shrugged apologetically.  “Truth be told…I was having dreams as the two of you, too.”

“Same,” Stormy admitted, blushing a little.  “Which is why I thought this was still a dream.”

“Maybe it is,” Anafenza replied with a shrug.  “Maybe we’re just figments of each others’ imaginations?”

“So who’s the dreamer?” Stormy asked.

Commander St. Peter sighed and shook her head.  “Before we go in-depth in the psychological analysis of this, let’s just assume we’re all awake and here with one another…”  She tapped the device in her hand – a “scanner,” she’d explained, and frowned.  “It’s still pulling information from my ship’s computer…fascinating…”

Ana leaned towards Stormy. “Computer?”

“Yikes…you don’t have much technology where you come from?”

“Only the Garleans and ancient Allag…most of my people rely on magic and aether.”

“The computer is a piece of technology that can store, recall, and display information,” the Commander explained.  “It’s a library, but it’s all stored in…energy, basically, instead of books.”  She bit her lip, still reading her scanner, before snapping it closed.  She tapped the arrowhead on her chest, eliciting a small chirp from the gold and silver brooch.  “Oh, that’s a good sign.”

“What is,” Anafenza asked, confused.

She tapped the brooch again, and another chirp came out.  “No error sound.”

Stormy snapped her fingers. “Your ship is still close enough to be received.”  She pulled a black rectangle from the pocket of her pajama pants and tapped the front of it, making it light up.  She blinked. “I…have a signal too, on my phone. It’s roaming, but I have a connection.” She looked up in confusion.

“Curious.”  The Commander turned to Anafenza.  “You don’t…have anyway to communicate with people on your world, do you?”

Ana tapped her horn, where a small pearl was embedded in the scales.  “Linkpearls.  They let us talk over distances with one another.”  She tapped the pearl again, hearing it ring as it activated.  She shook her head quickly in surprise.  “Gods…it works!”

“How are all three of us still in range of wherever it was that we came from,” Stormy asked.

Commander St. Peter shook her head.  “The only thing I can thing is that we’re somehow trapped in some sort of…pocket dimension.  That exists simultaneously near all three of our starting points in time and space.”

Anafenza shook her head and huffed.  “Speak plainly, please?”

Stormy giggled.  “Pocket dimension, kinda like the nightclub?  The Pocket D?”

The Commander and Anafenza both stared at Stormy; she lowered her head in awkward silence.  “Apparently not…”

Commander St. Peter shook her head.  “I have no idea why or how you could build anything in a pocket dimension.  They’re highly unstable and short-lived.”

Anafenza didn’t like the sound of this.  “Meaning?”

“Meaning, we only have a few hours, if even that long, to get out of here before this dimension collapses in on itself with us still inside.”

There was a stunned silence in the cavern, until Stormy cleared her throat.  “Well, shit…”

Jess had a great sword that she could summon (literally pull it from her aether, out of thin air) called Blood Thorn. This was tied to her family's bloodvine curse, and the blade was identical to other female members of her family (it was the same blade). Now that the curse has passed on to Ana...well...we'll see when she summons it what happens to it. Ze's daggers aren't named, though he has considered rather silly ideas like "Thunder" and "Lightning," to go with his Stormcrow persona.

Does your character have a named weapon?

I don’t mean just the in-game weapons, but does your character have a family weapon that has a name? Do they have a relic they found? Or did they name it themselves?

Dream Journal 4

I am not sure if I should be reading more books about Allag, or any of the fictions that are in our stores concerning allag technology.

First, it was a room this time; smaller than my apartment by far, but not cramped.  There was a couch off to one side, next to a window.  On the other side of that was a small desk.  The desk had

It was thin and rectangular. It had words and pictures on it, that kept changing, rewriting I guess.  I didn’t recognize the words – whatever language it was, I didn’t know it. There were similar glass rectangles with words and pictures flashing and rewriting on the far wall as well, next to a door that I assume led out to another room.  The window showed a vast night sky, with stars far more immeasurable than any sky I’ve ever seen.

There was a small hiss, and the doors opened.  A woman walked in, face down and studying what looked like one of those allagan tomestones, though it was larger than ones I’ve seen.  She was wearing black pants, and a top that was black but with white shoulders and a red stripe separating the black from the white. There was a arrowhead pinned on her chest, silver.  She had blue skin, and short blue hair and piercing blue eyes – I didn’t think it was possible for anyone to have that much blue on them naturally

She rounded the corner of the desk and sat down.  After a moment of reading the device she dropped it on the desk and reached for a white ball that she had sitting on it.  She tossed it into the air and then, as it came back down, bumped it back up with both hands.  She did this a few times, oblivious to me – I think I was a ghost, watching this dream.

And then she dropped the ball, and stared right at me.  Her eyes blinked a few times, her mouth hanging open.  I didn’t know what to do either.  We just stared at one another.  And then she laughed a little and said the oddest thing.

“It’s you!”

I woke up then.  I don’t know what that dream was, and I certainly didn’t recognize her.  Who was she? What was that place?

Was I even dreaming?

Hello! If you’re an active Final Fantasy XIV blog (roleplaying, aesthetic, etc.) could you please reblog this post? It’ll serve as a reference point for people who are looking for new blogs to follow to see who is active from February 11th and onward!

I’m Anafenza Ejinn, OC Muse.  Hailing from the Azim Steppe in Othard, and Ul’dah!

Hello all! 

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100ish Follower Giveaway.

Well now.

And here I thought no one wanted to read this Blog of Despair.

I believe it’s de rigeur to have a celebratory giveaway. I was originally going to do this at 100, but life has a funny way of throwing strange curve balls at you (or, in this case, impending babies). However, now it’s time for a giveaway that also gives me an opportunity to do some giving to good causes. So…

Welcome to this 100ish Follower Giveaway.

First Prize gets a 60 day digital time card code and can choose one charity to which I will donate $250 USD in your name. Good choices include Harvey and Irma relief organizations (preferably a local organization that can do a lot of focused good and needs the help), animal shelters, or Planned Parenthood. The only restrictions are that the choices can’t be mean-spirited or contrary to improving the lives and well-being of others; the charity must take donations online; and it must be a registered 501c3 in the United States.

Second Prize gets any Mog Station item of their choice under $10 and a $100 USD donation in their name to a charity. The same rules as above apply.

Third Prize gets any Mog Station item of their choice under $10.

I may increase the number of prizes if I get a big response. We’ll see!

How to Enter

~ Start (or keep) following this blog. ~ Reblog this post. Multiple reblogs don’t get you more entries, but are of course appreciated! The list of entrants will be selected from rebloggers of this post who are also followers. ~ Do not be a giveaway blog, porn bot, or anything that’s not, you know, an actual person. ~ Follow and reblog before September 30, 2017.

I’ll use random.org to pick winners shortly after September 30, 2017, then I’ll message you to work out the details of your prize.

Good luck!

Reblogging again, since it seems a few people keep coming to this account (no idea if I should close it or not). Check me out over at @nonamedalbinoauri!

New Character, New Blog!

This is a separate blog for a new character! Hope you enjoy! :)

I'm offering chibi!

Still for food/gas/bills now.

Looking to offer this type of drawing where your WOL is looking over a ledge.

It would be colored! Asking for $20.

Boost this please. 💖

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If you're interested!

Alignment Test - Anafenza Ejinn

Neutral Good Neutral Good- A neutral good character does the best that a good person can do. He is devoted to helping others. He works with kings and magistrates but does not feel beholden to them. Neutral good is the best alignment you can be because it means doing what is good without bias for or against order. However, neutral good can be a dangerous alignment because when it advances mediocrity by limiting the actions of the truly capable. Detailed Results: Alignment: Lawful Good ----- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (27) Neutral Good ---- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (27) Chaotic Good ---- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (18) Lawful Neutral -- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (16) True Neutral ---- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (16) Chaotic Neutral - XXXXXXX (7) Lawful Evil ----- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (15) Neutral Evil ---- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (15) Chaotic Evil ---- XXXXXX (6) Law & Chaos: Law ----- XXXXXXXXXXX (11) Neutral - XXXXXXXXXXX (11) Chaos --- XX (2) Good & Evil: Good ---- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (16) Neutral - XXXXX (5) Evil ---- XXXX (4)

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Birthday Candle - March 24th

The Day of the Endearing Intellectual

A thrilling scent to stir the spirits of the energetic, passionate, and dynamic souls born on March 24. Bottom notes of cedarwood, myrrh, and rosemary give way to a crisp middle note of mint and a top note of geranium flower.

March 24 people have an infectious optimism and an almost childlike sense of wonder that makes them naturally endearing.

Click here to convert your character’s birthday to an Earth date, then click here to find your candle.

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Everybody come have fun! 😊