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The Apple of Their Eye

Planewalker

Remius

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Old Empire Citizen
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Remius stared, gaze caught idle on the wilted cusp of a leaf. Standing firm and alone, braced as though the ground may crumble beneath his feet at any moment, he squinted up at the tree. A skeletal thing, decrepit digits crawling upward, closer to the sun. Reaching, ever thirsting for that kiss of waxy life. It broke away, tendrils like webbed toes, patches of leaves skitching the season across its eaves. A breakneck pace, brokering naught; a wanton want, bearing but a single fruit.

An apple. Red and full. It bowed the branch upon which it sat. Teasing, taunting, tempting.

Synthetic wind blew through the grove, shifting it dangerously, brooking Remius's hand to cup it. Gently, he stayed it against the breeze. Cemented its place, that lone fruit hanging from such a forlorn sight. Curiosity ringed his hollow, absent eyes. The skin hanging loose from his bones—looser than the silks and velvet hugging his form—resonated, an echo about the tree. It left a space between him and the grove. Between him and the couples, the passersby mingling in the distance; their whispers fell upon him, aloof, aloft. Ripples of recollection that shivered past. Words and sounds. Drivel.

Hair laid in tassels about his face, framing chin and eye as he brushed it absently aside; each breath took in the floral arrangement, fresh apple and dried cinnamon. The sun beat upon his brow, cracked its afternoon yolk across the district. Heat coalesced, wrought sweat and stink, caused his breath to chase heavy in his chest.

The hour of his departure grew long, until he lacked the agency to determine its nature. An exacting figure, the narrative that played at the precipice of his mind, it began to teeter. Fell from the scales before his eyes; fled with the parting strands of relevance that tied him to this plane.

He licked his lips. Closed his eyes. Dug a nail into the apple's skin. It took but a gesture. A thought. Less than the gasp that afflicted him with the gravity of this world. He could be away. Drifting soft into the abyss. Into the Shroud.

Blissfully unaware, he drew himself into reverie. Lost himself to the fantasies of youth.
 
The Acquitor

Caszire Omarosa

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Old Empire Citizen
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Blooded Nobility
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Court Mage
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Male
Age
32
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A moment of peace had finally been granted to Caszire and he was loathe to leave its embrace. He had inadvertently found himself roaming the garden district in a bid to avoid any further interaction. Nothing good ever came of spending too long in the capital. Too many petty bastards attempting to elevate their standing, if only by a fraction. In a way, the magi had only himself to blame for his current predicament. He had been the one to offer his services to the Magistrates, knowing full well what type of people they were.

Granted, they had at least become somewhat more respectful with their requests as of late. He suspected the reason for the change of heart was twofold. The first being that his abilities were certainly beyond their expectations. Their standing within the Blooded aside, raw power was not something that was easily ignored. The other reason was most likely the fact that he had recently come under the purview of the Red Empress. Technically, he had always been mandated to serve the Emperor directly but that had never truly been the case. However in this case, he had received a personal missive from the new leader of the Empire.

Caszire had not received any official orders beyond that but he doubted that would remain true for much longer. He had to admit that the prospect was eliciting a certain measure of anticipation, something he had not experienced in what felt like ages.

As he continued to walk about, the magi sensed another presence nearby. Normally he would have simply went on his way but Caszire found himself oddly drawn to the origin. Only a few moments later he found himself looking at what he could only assume was another noble. There was something vaguely familiar about the younger man but the magi was not sure.

The magi stood there for a moment; stunned, awed, and even slightly mortified. He watched as the other man effortlessly began to drift into the Shroud. Caszire had begun to move without even noticing and closed the distance between the two in a matter of seconds. He reached out and placed a firm hand on the lad's remaining shoulder.

"I know you're still young, but isn't that a bit too irresponsible," the magi stated with a small smile.
 
Planewalker

Remius

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Old Empire Citizen
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Planewalker
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The friction that held him between planes shattered; inertia carried him back. The glossy look in his eyes faded, sharpened. The skin hanging dull, loose on his raglike bones bristled, puckered. A breath seized him. He jolted, chin swinging back, down, clipping hard into collar and lurching him a step forward. Into the branch, into the tree...

He gasped, caught himself. Slipped betwixt the rigors of self-control. His fingers scrabbled for purchase. Clenched around the apple. Jerked it free. Dismay crossed his brow, stitched him taut, the lines of his lips pursed yet slightly ajar. Staring at it, he caught hold of his equilibrium. That apple, the last bastion of life relayed in the visible spectrum of these artificial gardens. He plucked it from its stem. From the bosom of its breath. Tore it away into the clutches of gluttony. Ended the artistry of its life.

All for the sake of balance. To stay his feet firm upon the ground, his hands free of scratch and bruise. His mind eschewed of the influence of the Shroud. A murmur escaped him. The apple trailed in his grasp, arm hanging limp at his side.

He turned, eyes wide and purpled with bags of sleepless nights. He turned, assailed by a vigor that siphoned the quim from the apple, bequeathed the most egregious of breaths.

And he smiled. That wan, thin smile. Like a skull, but still clinging to the last rotting vestments of flesh.

"Your pardon?" he said. "I must apologize for the start, I, uh, was quite away in my own thoughts. Who might I have the pleasure of addressing?"
 
The Acquitor

Caszire Omarosa

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Old Empire Citizen
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Blooded Nobility
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Court Mage
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Male
Age
32
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Melchior
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"Pleasure, huh? Certainly seems you are no stranger to her embrace," the magi remarked casually. He wasn't one to judge but this lad was truly something else. "Caszire Omarosa. Court magi, among many other things I suppose."

He couldn't help but feel a slight chill at the appearance of the other noble. The lad looked as if he were nearly on his grave and yet did not seem to have a care in the world. Caszire had seen magi of this ilk before but not quite to such an extreme. His eyes narrowed slightly as he studied the boy with more attentiveness this time. Unless the magi was completely off, the one before him was one of them. Only they would flirt so casually with the Shroud. He could only sigh as the revelation came upon him.

Planewalkers tended to be eccentric, to put it mildly. Caszire supposed he could understand their desires to a certain extent but many were driven to the point of obsession. They were akin to historical scholars but possessed powers to be envied and yet they still wanted more. The magi was more than content knowing that the Shroud had granted him a boon. He wasn't sure why there was a need to know anything beyond that.

"I'd avoid grasping onto those thoughts too tightly if I were you. A light breeze looks as if it would erase your existence," he remarked in an even tone. Honestly he wasn't so sure that this lad would think that was an unfortunate outcome.

"Oh, I suppose I might as well also learn the name of the craziest magi within the capitol?" inquired Caszire, realizing he had not asked for the other's name.
 

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