**rolls held**
Sarik wrote:*
"It is generally considered sufficiently appropriate for one to refer to me simply as Sarik." The youngish pantheran would respond in kind, lifting his helmet off and tucking it under an arm. This was more as a courtesy really, though it did mean local radiation would spike somewhat in the area (Since Pantheran were mildly radioactive themselves). It would also expose his almost solid milky white eyes, that one might initially mistake for being blind. There were normal pupil and irises however, though they were a very faint, equally milky (And extremely faint) blueish colour. Despite outward appearance, he did appear to see just fine. The white eyes would especially stand out however, against the very inky dark pelt typical of his kind.
Intriguing... thinks the Sorcerer as he sees Sarik's eyes. Spending years learning his craft at Dweomer, The High Magus has seen many strange and wondrous things, so he is not alarmed or taken aback. At the same time, it never ceases to amaze the Amaki - this diverse range of expression found in lifeforms in the Multiverse.
Sarik wrote:"It is a very old family blade. Quite serviceable all this time later, but I try not to use it too much, truth be told." Sarik would openly admit. "Sadly it's either no longer as powerful as it once was, or, perhaps simply just modern enchantments tend to be stronger I suppose. Then again it was forged for a somewhat singular purpose as well, so that may have some bearing upon it. It's intended more to combat Demonic and Deviil forces."
"And what a terrible scourge it must lay upon the evil hosts, at that!" says Salomón with a grin.
"Though a singular purpose, 'tis a worthy one, in my estimation."Sarik wrote:"I do not meet many fellow practitioners of Akido." he'd admit, announcing himself as a practitioner of the martial art as well.
Salomón is pleasantly surprised to find another practitioner of the rare martial artform.
What are the odds? he thinks.
"Neither do I, my feline friend. Some randori might do us both good. How fortuitous that we met!" says Salomón, clearly enthusiastic that he might have a practice partner.
He then looks at Sarik and asks,
"Ryūgaku-chū ni nihongo mo aruteido shūtoku dekimashita ka?"Sarik wrote:His attention turned back to Sal "This is true." he'd agree to the last bit. "By the ancient language of my people, I would simply be what was called 'spirit touched'. By that simple descriptor, it covered anyone with unusual abilities. use of magic, psionics, what your kind would call 'super powers' and similar things. These days however, seem to be exceedingly different from those of my childhood, though it was far from the norm of my people as was..." he paused again as he debated how much to actually mention, but decided there was little harm in delving further into both his race, and himself. "That would have been many generations ago however. It seems through one means or another, I've come through a millennia or more worth of time. When I was a child, my people were under the boot heel of a race called the Atorian, and their assorted slave races. Seeking to make my kind much the same as well as ravage our world for their own purposes. Mostly to turn it into a so called 'energy planet', though I... admittedly don't really know what that actually means. I was far too young at the time. Some of us were... saved by ancients of our kind. I suppose one might consider them members of our gods pantheon, should I properly understand the usage of the human term. Eventually the demonic forces found us again and I was sent through a rift to this world by my mother, and found and trained as a youth."
"Altorian, you said? I can't say I've ever heard of them," intones the Magus.
"That should not, however, be particularly surprising, given I hail from South America. My own people, the Amaki... also known as the Stone-Men, because of.. well..." - here, he pauses and gestures at his own face and skin, which resembles a sort of dark bronze-colored, marbled, stone.
With a faraway look in his eye, the Amaki says,
"We, too, are from another world... but I have not been there..."Sarik wrote:"I am however, what your kind would call...." he'd trail off again, eyeing Sal somewhat defensively, as well as the other magic users about "A magebane. Hunters of mages." he'd state rather simply after a moment "Though specifically those that turn to evil." he assured "Granted some of our order are... overzealous...."
Salomón's right eyebrow raises when he hears the Pantheran describe his profession, as it were. He pauses and ponders for a moment, searching for the right words.
Then:
"If ever there were a lot of sorry souls that needed hunting, friend Magebane, the despicable and evil persons who use magic to consort gleefully with supernatural evil and join with it willingly are they. I applaud your noble profession and stand ready to join you in your quest. Some corrupting influences simply cannot be ignored if one is to do one's best to stamp out the hosts of hell!" says the High Magus with conviction as he stamps his foot for dramatic effect.
Dhatuun Onyxforge wrote:At Camp.When he sees Sal, ”Ahh!! My friend, i am glad you are back.” He listens as Salomon speaks. ”Hehe. Well, it got a little banged up while fighting a pack of werewolves. She did well, i am proud. So if you could take a look, i would appreciate it.” He starts to head off, when he turns back and looks at Sal with a serious look. ”I am interested in those Automoton things. After I do some personal errands, i will love to pick your brain.” With a nod, Dhaltuun heads off.
Salomón nods and smiles at Dhaltuun.
"Yes! You mentioned that earlier. I will be happy to discuss the Automatons of Dweomer with you at your leisure. And of course - I will see what can be done about the armor. Pease, if i do not see her before you do, convey my congratulations at her success in battle. She does her kind proud- of that, I have no doubt."When Dhaltuun's message crackles over the radio, Sal does not reply, concerning himself with fully replenishing his magical (PPE) reserves before making time for other adventures. If anyone were to approach him personally, however, he will pause to address them politely and briefly before returning to his meditation until it is complete.
