Magus Musings: Week 4

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Absolutely terrifying.

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! 😊

OMG yes please

Square Enix is giving us Reaper scythes and electric guitars? There’s no way I could pass up designing this beastly hybrid for my male Viera OC.

reblog if you’re 25+ and still roleplay; or if you believe older muns have a place in the rpc and shouldn’t be told to give it up when they turn 30. 

i received this anon & i just want to make a point. 

Journal Entry 6

Sasai Sai, a cousin of the twins, brought Kirikun home, at least to The Tower. He was alive, but still asleep - hadn’t woken for the weeks he was in reunion Sai was told.  There was nothing very wrong with him, that they could tell or she could tell but there he was.  just dropped in the bed and not moving, wrapped up in bandages.

I thank the gods my brother is back and alive...now if he’d only waken

You sometimes think you want to disappear, but all you really want is to be found.

Kid Cudi (via quotefeeling)

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!

Dream Journal 3

More flying tonight, but the storm – gods the storm was incredible!  So much rage and anguish carried on the winds, and the rain was biting cold and sharp as needles.  But it didn’t stop me    I just flew faster and faster, through the canyon of steel of glass.  People hurried around beneath me – they all looked like hyur, but the clothing was strange.  Still I just flew and flew, feeling more of the energy as I did before.

I felt overcome with   grief?  Pain?  I realized I was crying but i didn’t know why.  It was a sadness I am not familiar with

and I realized too that I was crying.  I slowed my flying, feeling my face

my hand was blue!  I didn’t know how or why but the skin was blue, and without scales   The surprise stopped my tears and, just like that, the sky cleared.   No biting rain, no strong winds whipping my face, no clouds hiding the late evening sky

My chest burned, and I hiccupped, but this pain in my heart…I do not know why I was so sad that I would make the sky weep with me

Dream Journal 6

The dream tonight was more familiar to me.  I was in a cave, the steady drip of water echoing as it fell from the ceiling.  I wandered for a time, not lost but unsure of where I was to go.  I finally happened upon a large cavern, with vaulting cieling above.  I looked about, before I suddenly just appeared before me, as if it had been there always

In the center of the cavern stood a large tree, the trunk large around   The branches were filled with leaves, despite the darkness of the cavern. An energy radiated from it, a dark aura      Creeping up the trunk was a creeping vine that seemed to wind its way around the tree and up into the branches, its dark red leaves trying to choke out the tree.

I know this tree; I first saw it after I killed that woman and took that curse on me.  This was nothing new to me.

I found myself compelled to touch it, and I reached out a hand.  I gasped when I did as I felt a rush of energy pulse through me.  I heard similar gasps of surprise from near me, and I looked up to see

What was new were the other two women in the cavern with me.  Each had blue skin and hair, nearly identical in appearance save for their clothes. They seemed surprised to see me and the other, each inspecting their own tree, similar in appearance to mine except for the vine, that also stood in the cavern.  The younger of the two was touching her tree with a large hand sheathed in metal.  The other held a device that looked like those tomestones, the device giving off a soft chiming noise.  She, too, had placed a hand cautiously on her tree.

And as we now finally saw one another, I awoke, shivering.

What is going on with me?

Conflux, Pt. 11

The women were gathered in the small room – the “transporter room,” the Commander had called it – and exchange final goodbyes.  All had been a giggling mess of nerves since they woke up that morning, though Stormy seemed a bit worse for wear; claimed she had an “accelerated metabolism” that allowed her to drink copious amounts of a drink they called “tequila,” she had woken with a splitting headache.  A quick visit to the sickbay had helped relieve the pain, and the blue girl had spent a tender moment with Doctor Dubois, sharing stories of a woman who they both knew a version of.  The Commander just watched the exchange silently, but Ana knew the expression was melancholic, as she and her Doctor remembered their fallen lover while talking about Stormy’s alive one.  Stormy and the Doctor parted with a soft kiss, and then the trio had gone on one last tour of the ship before arriving at the transporter room.

Inside, a low din of activity greeted them as many of the Commander’s officers worked to finalize the calculations that would send them home.  “It’s funny,” the Commander remarked, watching them before turning to Anafenza.  “How strange this must seem to you.  All this technology, science, generations ahead of your world.”

Anafenza nodded.  “We have technology – the Garleans make full use of it – but this…is almost…”

“Indistinguishable from magic?” Stormy smirked, winking at the Commander.

Anafenza shrugged and nodded.  “That would…be a good way to describe it, yes.  But I’ve seen magic,” she continued with a wink.  “If you can call down a meteor from the heavens, then I’ll believe it.”

Stormy chuckled, but the Commander winced for a moment, her eyes going distant to some memory she didn’t want to think of.  She shook her head to clear it, before smiling again.

The “Trill” woman, Sano, cleared her throat behind the Commander, and all three turned to look at her. She nodded, almost sadly, clearly not wanting to break up their group.  “Ma’am, it’s time.  If we want a shot at getting them home before the window closes…” She trailed off, leaving the implications hanging in the air.

The three woman took in a deep breath, turning back to one another.  They smiled, before moving in to embrace one another together.

“This was…quite an experience,” the Commander remarked.

“It will certainly be a story to tell,” Anafenza continued on with a small nod.

“No one will believe us,” Stormy countered with a small laugh, and all three laughed together.  They hugged again, Stormy turning her head to plant a kiss on first the Commander’s cheek, then turning to Anafenza to do the same. Then, Stormy and Anafenza stepped up onto the illuminated pad.  Ana gave the blue woman’s hand a quick squeeze, before they parted, standing on opposite sides of the device.

Commander St. Peter smiled at them both.  “Good luck, and whatever gods you believe in protect you.  I am so blessed to know you both.”  She winked at Stormy playfully, but gave Anafenza a genuine smile.  “You’re going to do great things, Anafenza of the Ejinn.”

There was a long pause, as the three just stared at one another for another moment.  Then, the Commander turned her head to her crew.  “Energize!”

The light on the pad began to brighten, and a chiming filled the air as swirling motes of light enveloped the two women.  Anafenza giggled a little, feeling ticklish.

There was an alert on the panel, and Sano began shouting to her team.  “Engage the chronometric navigational sensors!”

“They can’t get a positive lock!  Something is throwing the entire equation out of sorts, and the transport can’t engage.”

“It’s not that ‘aether,’ is it?”

“No, we have a positive fix on that.  But there is a quantum imbalance in her signal and the other St. Peter’s.  The buffer is having a hard time maintaining their patterns, like another variable is missing…”

The lights died down, and the chiming subsided.  Stormy and Ana looked at each other, then at the crew working.

The Commander frowned, shaking her head.  “Something is missing…but the numbers all check?  We have good locks in both time and space?”  Her crew was nodding and agreeing as she rattled off things Anafenza could not comprehend.

Stormy snapped her fingers, looking at Anafenza.  “Something isn’t missing.  Someone is…”

The Commander paused, blinking, then smacked her forehead.  “Of course…the computer can’t make a firm lock on either of you…”

“Unless you can serve as an anchor,” Anafenza finished.  “And a beacon.”

“Just like in the pocket dimension.”

The Commander hopped onto the pad and took the center spot.  “Alright Nizeri, try now.”  She nodded. “Energize!”

Sano turned to the controls as the officer there worked the panel, and the lights and chimes began anew. She smiled, continuing to direct the officers.  “Positive lock engaged, they can make it to the pattern buffer!  Engage the scanners!”

The light overtook Ana’s vision, and the chiming deafened her.

“I’ll always…remember you…both!  May you walk…in the light…of the Crystal!”