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As Kirk stands there, with the newly acquired essense of the Dragneel ancestor feeding the Drinker, loudly booming out to the distant army that was keeping itself far far away from him as mana infused fire bursts from his body before it dies down. The desert itself seems to listens to what he has to say... For a moment there was nothing. Silent eyes cast on him from afar before all the bodies forged of sand start to return to the sand beneath their feet.
So a new rumbling began to reverberate under his feet, the glass floor he left behind on his waltz into the melted ruins all cracked and suddenly uprooted, jutting out into the desert. Kirk was correct, he had been underestimated and his patron belittled for its current state. So a more fitting Champion has been chosen to test him on his way to the capital to face down his past. "Consuming the test would only invite more wrath and attention to you Bargore." A deep male voice booms across the desert, powerful eyes glare at down on him from a distance. From where he was standing now Kirk could feel a strange pressure that seemingly overflowed across the broken shards now jutting all around them. "But you are right. We have been taking you and the Drinker too lightly. I am here as your apology... Rejoice."
In the distance he could see a figure, draped in a grey cloak and robe. Under the hood, two burning eyes of shining silver gazed with sure intensity down at him from atop the dunes. Though his position quickly changed as he leaped down to be level with him, the glass floor crunching beneath his... Clawed feet. Bird like talons easily crunched the glass beneath his feet. The pressure this man was giving off was like his own, confusing yet familiar. Now that he was closer Kirk could... Make out a beak under the hood, and white feathers. There were no bird folk amongst the Beast-kin... He was dealing with someone old from Zocom's past. On William's map he did jot down that there were people known as [Phoenix folk]. But he described them with red and orange, maybe even green and blue colours. Never Silver. "I heard you actually know a descendant of the Dragneel family. Now you've shamelessly eaten a ancestor. You don't mess around human, even gone out of your way to callout the administrator of the desert. You have my respect whether you care or not." He easily stood at 7ft tall but his physician was seemingly skinny, though the robe made things difficult to tell. It was difficult to tell why or how he was making his own flames retreat in such a manner. But this man was dangerous. The King had chosen to send this man to test him and the drinker. "But enough talk, lets see why they woke me up!" The Phoenix man quickly shifted his stance and raised his leg, dragging all the shards of glass with it as he upturns a whole sheet of shards to fire it as a vast wall at him, threatening to eviscerate him.
And behind that the stranger brought his fist back under his cloak, winding it up behind him as the air started to gather around his enclosed talons. Expectant eyes watching Kirk to see what he will do he suddenly launches himself forward with one hand primed and another obscured at his side, staying behind the sheet of glass he kicked his way with an attack prepared.
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I'm sorry what?
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Two things. One: Remember Kirk's running theme of terrible introductions? Staying true to character, haha.
Two: the Dragneel power is just Kirk's now, there's no Dragneel left. There also is no fire or heat being generated by Kirk, he the Drinker stopped the heat and Kirk put out the fire.
Surprise three: Due to how much I gotta do in Waaaabcha, after you edit the birbman's challenge I'm going to put our faux pas master on the back burner until it calms down.
That's nuts man, I'm sorry you gotta go through that.
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You have us <3
That's the same with me for a few of our old friends. I've spoken a couple times with Max at most, and it's been a couple years since, I haven't talked to Tom at all since we graduated. Same can be said for many others though I will admit large fault in that, because I'm horribly anti-social and socially anxious so I'm bad at keeping in contact regardless of how I feel. I dunno.
Actually, the only people from our graduating class I still talk to like.....AT ALL.....are you Putnam and Devis. Which is crazy to think about cause I had so many close friends besides. I still consider everyone my close friends, I guess I just don't feel a constant need to continue talking to them to mentally assure myself that we are. I hold hope that were the time to ever come where I spoke with any of them again that it'd be like we never stopped talking, but again I guess I just don't need that reassurance. I'm wired weird.
Except you aren't in self-imposed exile. And it's not like i need to constantly talk either. Im not THAT social myself. But it is needed to keep somewhat sane out here. But there where a lot of folks in my High School Crew I had befriended overtime. Some of my former bullies from middle and elementary school even.
Thats about enough of me whinging, just needed a little vent. Thanks for the support.
Fiiiiine I'll do the changes.
Its fine!
No worried papa. You take your rest
Thanks!
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I shouldn't like this. But I will
I normally only go at it for 8 hours, but its regularly 90 to 100+ degrees where i work plus humidity. I feel thy pain my dude.
Cool drinks (water mostly), non strenious activity in a cool area, and rest is pretty much how i deal with that.
"That's a fanciful way of saying old," Wuddy sneaks in as Sam tries to put back together what the Old Hag told him from 7000 years of fading memories. Even with aura to help keep his mind sharper than most, no one can hold that many years without losing something. It is something difficult for Sam to deal with and his friend to see, but now they must deal with a far more grim threat. The idea that the power Sam used to match and defeat Enkara was desperately needed for something. Something coming their way soon.
"It must have been the reason Death, or whomever acts in the behalf of Death resurrected you against the dragon's wishes. It seems to me that missing one of these four legends is a disaster guaranteed to happen. Though, we have no idea how to find the other three. We didn't even know you had this power."
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