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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2018 21:33:45 GMT -5
Mozerath put his two hands on his hips looking around at the area he was in. "This is not my Palace, Xerxes! I let you portal one time and you get us lost!" Mozenrath yelled at Xerxes. This caused the snake to tremble and shrink into Moze's shoulder. "Sorry, Master." Mozenrath shook it off and sighed. "No matter. I'll portal us there myself." When a movement of his gloved right hand, a portal opened and he stepped through. However, the portal landed him right back where he left. "What magic is this!?"
Now Mozenrath was irritated, yet slightly curious at the same time."Odd. It seems my magic isn't working. Oh well. I suppose we'll have to investigate this oasis." Lucky for Mozenrath, he had ended up smack dab in the middle of the Deep Jungle, away from any life forms he could threaten. Xerxes began to snicker. "Master, you're lost." Mozenrath glared at his pet. "I am far from lost, Xerxes. It's exploring. This is obviously not somewhere I wanted to be. Now shut up before I make you." Xerxes shut his big mouth again and sunk into Moze again.
That's when a black shadow appeared. "Hm? Someone's minions?" After looking for a cause, Mozerath shrugged. "Strange looking thin-" He was cut off at the attack the creature caused. "How dare you! Do you not know who I AM! I AM MOZENRATH! Ruler of the Land of the Black Sand! You are to FEAR me!" With one swipe of the glove, the heartless was gone. "Pathetic. However, this might be the break we were looking for, Xerxes...I don't think we're near Agrabah anymore." With this, Mozenrath began to laugh. The idea of conquering a new land did seem like a great idea. Why not if there did not seem to be anyone to stop him.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2018 21:43:11 GMT -5
“Hey um… Moz-guy” implored a voice from far overhead. A young man took perilous refuge on a moss covered tree branch, back resting against the ancient tree’s massive truck. He was clad in torn cargo pants and a vest that might’ve been white once, but was now coated with the same dark dried blood, jungle grime, and sweat that also caked a face adorned in livid bruises and dripping gashes. Despite its dizzying elevation, Roxas’ perch proved to be providing little safety. Using the term ape or monkey to describe the creatures ascending the liana vines up towards the Twilight High yearbook’s ‘Most Likely to be Brutally Dismembered,’ was to vastly overextend the words’ meaning. Their stooped dangly forms were mostly covered in slick fur of an oily bluish-black hue. It terminated around the the paws and feet, leaving them bare and sickly pink like the digits of an immense rat, bristling in black talons with the serrated curvature of scalpels. More curiously yet, the creatures’ torso and entire skull were covered in a beige boney carapace, as if the mussel of ossein had been forced upon and welded to the hapless animals. A gap in this shell-armor revealed only a hollow pit within which danced a pair of yellow will-o-wisps vaguely evocative of ‘eyes.’ Whatever cruel force had birthed the arboreal abominations had also seen fit to brand them. In the erratic patchwork of shadows and sunlight cast upon the jungle's emerald verdancy by the web-like canopy, emblems of a twice-stitched heart dripping down into a thorny cross pulsed with a dull scarlet light that mimicked, or perhaps mocked, a heartbeat. The battered boy swallowed, looking down at the simian tide scratching and scraping over each either in their eagerness to devouring him utterly, before shifting wide blue eyes to the young sorcerer. “Could you like,” Roxas stubbornly kept up a brave face, but an adolescent crack hit hard in the last syllable. “Go get the Park Ranger….or something!” ooc: 7 Powerwilds appear
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2018 13:02:04 GMT -5
"Hm? What have we here?" The sorcerer commented as he felt his head tilt back a bit, touching his chin. Mozenrath had no idea what the boy was doing up a tree. It would have been more amusing if he knew the situation. Xerxes began to float around his neck as he spoke up with his annoying squeaky voice, "There seems to be a boy up a tree. Should we help?" That was the question. Mozenrath was not quite sure just yet. But, he might be the clue they needed to learn of this area so that he could conquer it. A park ranger though? What was that supposed to be? "Hmm...I suppose we could. He might have information on this area that might be useful to us." He explained to his pet, the eel nodding it's head in agreement. "Well, go on then..." The eel looked panicked and started to babble before the man rolled his eyes. "Must I do EVERYTHING myself?" He frowned before snapping his fingers and appearing beside the man in the tree.
"Well, my friend. You seem to be in quite a predicament." The man commented with a nod of his hand before raising his glove and firing a smaller blast of energy at the nearest powerwild. "Well, get up. I don't have all day, boy." He commanded as he summoned a small pair of winged shoes. The ironic part was Mozenrath was probably roughly the same age. "Put these on. We'll get your feet on the ground and we can finish them off if they decide to follow." He shrugged a bit, not caring that the monkey heartless were gaining on them in the tree. Xerxes pulling the tail of one of the nearby powerwilds while Mozenrath shook his head at the creature. "Useless...."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2018 3:52:28 GMT -5
The wizard’s demand was met with a brief period of dazed blinks. Shaggy blonde hair shifted as Roxas blankly moved his head between where’d his interlocutor’d previously resided nearly sixty feet down on the jungle floor and where he now stood on the broad branch, sending out crackling busts of pale light and concussive force. Mental wheels visibly turned but there came no brightening of revelation. Mozenrath was just suddenly…here…zapping rabid monkeys into boiling dark bits like his glove were some kinna railgun.
Abstractly Roxas knew what ‘magic,’ was, it was like electricity (or something) in the body you could do tricks with if you concentrated really hard. A few folks in town could do a little of it, clap their hands to make lights and stuff, neat. Moogles could make medicine that people said had ‘life energy’ or whatever in it. At freakin thirty munny a pop, Roxas hadn’t tested that out. Really, the only magic he’d seen up close was Vivi’s little fires, which while really cool ….really wasn’t anything like this.
Wide blue eyes starred dumbly at the winged shoes before lifting their bearer.
“Oh..um, thanks.”
Mozenrath looked, despite his imperious tone, to be around Roxas’ own age, though about a head or so taller. His face had very distinct angularity, an impression not helped by gold trimmed shoulder guards that ascended into points and a stiff color splaying outward from a high thin neck swaddled in grey wrappings. Tangles of strikingly black hair tumbled down in errant curls that occasionally escaped a turban of violet silk set with a ruby Roxas was pretty sure was worth more then all his worldly possessions and bodily organs put together. His skin had a pallor just a few shades shy of a corpse, full lips almost completely bloodless. Almond shaped eyes, set on either side of a long prominent hawkish nose, were completely black, like twin points of charcoal that melded iris and pupil. His cloak only came to down to about his waist, but haughtiness was a shroud far more complete.
Overall, not exactly the kinna guy Roxas would’ve sat next to on the tram.
Also was that an eel…flying…talking?
Neither fact stopped Roxas from ripping off his skate sneakers (another pair…Dad was going to kill him) and shuffling into the curious upturned shoes with diminutive wings.
The lurch into the air was unexpected, sending the jungle’s greenery tumbling in over itself as Roxas was sent upside-down before being righted as if from invisible strings. In fits, starts, and spins, the winged shoes spat in the face of physics and carried their wearer beyond the reach of howling heartless down toward the forest floor. However vertigo and holts didn’t distract raw rush of elation that brightened the boy's eyes to exultant sapphires, softening the set of his face in a unabashed childish wonder even amidst bruises and bloodstains.
“Awesome!”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2018 20:22:32 GMT -5
Mozenrath was pretty surprised with the boy's reaction. Had he never had any experience with magic before? If that was the case, then he may have an edge in this conversation. They could be even more susceptible to his power if they had no defenses to magic at all. Mozenrath would have to gauge that from his reactions and any conversations that they may have. Mozenrath stood and yawned a bit dramatically as he worked on handling the strange ape-like creatures that were climbing the trees.
Roxas took his jolly old time putting on the winged shoes that Mozenrath had given him. The boy tapping his foot a bit impatiently as he took his time. Once the shoes were on he was off. Mozenrath was always amused by the reactions to the shoes the first time. "Well it's about time..." He mumbled a bit to himself with an added eye roll before floating a bit above the tree branch to get out of the powerwild's reach before teleporting to the boy's side once he touched group. It was a pretty bumpy ride but the boy enjoyed it. He placed his hand out and summoned the boy's shoes before dropping them in front of him. There was no way that he'd leave him with the shoes long term.
It took a few moments for Xeres to appear at his master's side, peeking out from behind Mozenrath's neck to watch the boy, whispering quietly to the sorcerer. Mozenrath rolling his eyes once more at the pest in his ear. "I have this handled, Xeres..." The eel was quite convinced that Roxas knew nothing about what was going on. But, Mozenrath wants to see how much the boy did know. "Since we were far more than gracious to rescue you, maybe you can answer a few questions for us... Do you know much about this area? It is much larger than most desert oasis that I have seen." Mozenrath rubbed his chin a bit as he glanced around at their immediate surroundings.
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2018 0:46:29 GMT -5
The wizard of Moz and his assistant Xeres the creepy eel may not fit Roxas’ idea of graciousness, but then again neither did Roxas. Besides, when a guy saves you from becoming demon monkey chow and gives you a ride on some sweet magic shoes, just makes sense to him some slack right? “Thanks man, seriously you probably saved my life back there!”
That eel though…
“Not sure,” answered the bruised boy with the amiable stoicism reserved for those who spent their whole lifetimes lost.The giddiness of flight had faded from his system, leaving in its wake far too mild a concern for being wounded in a unknown jungle. Cognitively, Roxas, junior at Twilight High knew this should freak him out, but muscle memory transcended fickle remembrance. Roxas had more then one martial lifetime lurking beneath amnesiac mundanity. Now that the threat had passed, Roxas felt strangely…alright, which considering he was ripped up and talking to laser-wielding wizard asking deserts nowhere on any map, should probably be its own cause for concern?
Hey, rather be alright for no reason then freaked for lots of them right?
“Thought I was in Evenvale National Park,” supplied Roxas, eyeing the looming tropical tangle and misty boscages thick enough to reduce all sight beyond a hundred meters to nothing more more then mossy shadows and emerald haze. “But this is doesn’t look like any of the photos…” Ugh, Mr. Nashida was gonna skin him alive. Just one job, stay with the class and listen about animals and whatnot. But no, Roxas just had to be 'that guy' that holds up everyone at closing time by getting his ass lost. “Don’t remember anything about deserts either.” Honestly, Roxas’d never heard anything about deserts near town. What island was this guy even from?
“It’s ok though,” the high schooler affirmed with a firm nod, as if the sorcerer packing disintegration bolts were the one in need of reassurance. “Couldn’t have gotten too far from Tram line, if we head North we should hit it eventually.”
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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2018 22:40:20 GMT -5
"Oh it wasn't completely for your benefit. But I supposed a 'your welcome' won't kill me to say." Mozenrath mused with a shrug as his eel wrapped around his neck. Mozenrath pet the beast a few times as Roxas spoke. Roxas made no effort to change his shoes back and return the boots. Mozenrath had been extremely gracious enough to collect them during the fight to make sure that he got back his magical artifact. They were very dear to him. The two listened to him speak and explain. It was clear to everyone that Roxas had no idea where they were and Xeres moved from his master to get close to Roxas and loop around his neck, sniffing as he did. "Master. He knows nothing!"
Mozenrath tilted his head a bit in thought before letting out a very dramatic sigh. "Well isn't that just my luck, Xeres. Why can't I ever find the right person for what I need? First Aladdin won't play ball and decided to make my life so difficult. Now, we have someone that has no idea where we even are and can't even help us. Hm, boring..." Mozenrath shrugged a bit and seemed to be in thought for a moment. Xerxes laughed a bit as it retreated back to Mozenrath's side.
"I suppose for now you might be of some use. Come now, get yourself situated so we can continue. But, before we continue on this path, I should introduce myself. I am Mozenrath, Ruler of the distant Land of the Black Sands. This is my pet-" The eel chuckled and spoke up with it's sharp and painful voice "Xerxes!!!". The sorcerer shook his head. ================= @tapir
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2018 22:32:26 GMT -5
As Mozenrath’s soliloquy ran its course two things first became readily apparent.
First, that Roxas was stranded without bearings, weapons, or supplies besides textbooks in a man-eating monkey infested jungle with a complete jerkwad trust fund wizard guy.
Secondly, when they ran out of food, creepy eel here was so going to be dinner.
Secure in ruminations of moray-murder and the knowledge of how throughly boned they were, Roxas wiped off some of the blood with a towel from his backpack and turned his mind to non-monkey-chow thoughts. “Hello your majesty,” it seemed best to humor people who could sling laser bolts. “…and Xerxes,” Roxas gave the future Unagi Roll a curt nod. “I’m Roxas, from Twilight Town a little ways off.” Ruler of the Tram Commons Struggle Pits!
Huh, maybe…more blood-loss then he’d thought there..
Roxas shouldered his backpack and gave the wandering path a long look. It zigzagged out sight through vine choked brush, laden with soaked lichen that hung in almost chiropteran shapes from seeming every surface.
“Lead the way your majesty.”
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2018 18:58:46 GMT -5
Mozenrath watched the boy very closely as he seemed to look the two over when they all officially introduced themselves. "Good. Now that that is out of the way, let's find our way off this wretched planet." Mozenrath agreed as he glanced around them once more. They needed to find a way to get them out of here. His portals were not working and he needed to find out why. This was not something he normally encountered.
Mozenrath raised his gloved hand and snapped his fingers as he started to walk away from the boy, putting his shoes back on him and taking back his trinket. As quick as they were in his hand they were gone. Mozenrath had closed his gloved hand, teleporting the shoes back to a safe place. He didn't say a word about it as he walked. Xerxes groaned a bit as he floated around Mozenrath's shoulders before heading off ahead to peek through the brush.
Mozenrath had ignored the slight sarcasm to the 'your majesty' comment. It honestly had a nice ring to it. It just needed to wait till he concurred more lands before he would be alright with 'sorcerer' or 'your majesty'. He simply walked until her overheard an elephant in the distance. "Well that is a familiar sound." He commented as he continued up the path before them, no idea that this wasn't just an oasis. "master!! .....jungle!" Xerxes commented as he reappeared at his master's side. Mozenrath paused a bit in confusion. "Jungle? What are you talking about? I didn't go that far!" The sorcerer frowned as they almost started to argue about it.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2018 9:04:06 GMT -5
Mozenrath’s mentions of ‘planet’ evinced raised eyebrows from Roxas, the implication too strange to really process. The rationalization that he’d just heard wrong didn’t ease the doubt that only gnawed more ever more keenly as they ducked under hanging creepers. It was when the elephantine trumpet echoed through the vast verdancy that Roxas finally accepted that beyond all reason, this wasn’t Evenvale National Park. His thoughts reeled with how he could go from falling asleep on the tram to an actual jungle with animals he’d only seen in books. Everything was gaining the surreal quality of a dream. Problem was, in actual dreams you usually didn’t wonder that kind of thing. Secondly these cuts all over him sure as hell felt real. Whether he was trying to find the way out or just wake back up, Roxas figured that his options were pretty much the same in either case.
Huh weird, would’ve have though he’d been more panicy in a situation like this. But really it just felt…familiar somehow?
“He’s right,” Roxas said, affirming Xerxes’ deduction as the sinking feeling grew more acute. “While I was up there,” he nodded up towards the tangled canopy, remembering something other then killer monkeys now that things had settled down. “the trees went on and on. Would’ve seen a gap or the horizon if we were at an oasis.”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2018 20:40:48 GMT -5
"Well this is quite less than ideal." Mozenrath mused aloud to himself as he paused his march. His threatening eyes moving over to Roxas as he spoke about the trees going on and on. "...and you thought you would wait until now to express this?" Mozenrath replied with a bit of annoyance on his tone. Did he really think that waiting this long would make his statement more helpful? He was wrong. "I have half a mind to drop you back in the tree we found you in. All youre doing is trying my patience, boy." He warned as he continued forward.
Xerxes snickering a bit at the threat. "Roxas in troubbbble." It jested as it slithered off through the air after its master.
Mozenrath took a few steps forward before pulling the small crystal from his pocket to check it. He always had his Magic Detecting Crystal on him to check for magical beings. It was still below a range that he'd be concerned about. "What could be interfering with my portals." He spoke to himself as he walked with the group forward. He looked around "Xerxes, go get a better look of the area and report back." The eel grinned in reply with a nod before disappearing off into the trees as the sorcerer stopped in a clearing to place his hands on his hips. "Now to get us out of here and back to out plans for Agrabah." ========================== {Lastly, sorry again}
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2018 2:42:01 GMT -5
“So,” interjected Roxas after a period of quietly watching the divinations proceed from the edge of the clearing, arms folded across his chest and face set in a mounting adolescent sullenness. “Sorry for trying your patience again,” a none-too-subtle weight of intonation blunted the pretense of an apology. “But what is your mood crystal supposed to be doing anyway?”
Not sorry to see the creepy eel make an exit, Roxas took the opportunity to walk about in the clearing, eyes lifted to the span of sky bared by the break in the canopy. A corse yawn and sleepy reach upward resulted in a sudden weight entering his hands. Long metal lengths in the shapes of keys, one cast in the delicate winged filigree and the other dark and cruelly spiked, greeted Roxas’ wide eyes as he lowered his arms. Panic, surprise, curiosity all flowed through him in a dizzying rush. A ringing built in his ears until the pressure building against the inside of his skull seemed to threatened a gory explosion. The clearing’s edge spun as if he were at the center of a wobbling top. Verdant green and azure welkin commingled in a blur of lights and sounds from other times and impossible places. The world became a scream pierced only by the sound of his racing heartbeat.
…and then he was fine. Like a fever broken by a cold sweat, the inner cacophony was silent and memory bled freely. Roxas the Key of Destiny looked down at familiar weapons and pondered whether this world seemed familiar.
Gah, his head was fuzzy. There was something he was supposed to do…couldn’t quite place it.
“Mozenrath,” Roxas said when his faculties stabilized, getting steady on his feet again. “What sorta forces would be able to block your magic,” the boy inquired in a business-like tone, previous skepticism erased like a stray piece of code.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2018 14:51:34 GMT -5
The silence was welcomed before the annoying boys voice appeared again. Mozenrath let out an annoyed noise in response to the interjection. "Its sounding like you dont know what that phrase means." He commented sarcastically to himself. The ignorance this kid gave off just poked a nerve like Aladdin did. "Ignorance is starting to suit you all too well. If it detected a mood, it'd be glowing red from frustration at your stupid poorly worded questions. It is a crystal to detect magic. I'd explain more, but I dont think youre little mind would understand it."
Mozenrath couldn't wait to abandon him when his usefulness ended. It was getting very close now. He was more of a hinderance than a help right now. Mozenrath could just hang him from a tree in the clearing and let the monkeys have him.
That's when the spike of magic happened. Mozenrath looked at the glowing crystal in his hand. The light had brighted up considerably. It was a surprise with the sudden flair of magic. His eyes looked down at the ground to see if anything there had activated it before looking around at the edges of the clearing to try and find the source. It certainly wasnt that foolish boy that had been his tail since he rescued him. No way.
The light did not fade as Roxas spoke up. His tone sounding different. Mozenrath didnt pay it any mind though. He rolled his eyes. "Not many things. A genie. A device or object made to hamper magic, though a powerful one in this case to affect mine. Yada yada." Mozenrath replied, waving him off with his hand gesture. The shine of the object catching his eyes. "Or that." Mozenrath wasnt pleased. "Was this some sort of game? Or are you just that stupid, monkey bait." Mozenrath folded his arms, his expression displeased. Had this guy led him on on purpose? Was this some sort of game? Well, he had another thing coming if he thought he could take on a powerful sorcerer alone.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2018 4:36:03 GMT -5
Roxas looked from his weapons to Mozenrath’s glowing crystal, sheepish comprehension dawning across his face.
The truth was of course that it’d been an accident, an intersection of amnesia and Keyblades having a mind of their own. Roxas really didn’t have the brain space to deliberate on how exactly he’d though himself a normal Twilight Towner about five minutes ago. The possible answers were all equally troubling, and he really didn’t have enough information to to piece things out. What was certain was that firstly he was on some jungle World without any real explanation how. Secondly, he’d broken whatever brain-lock’d been in place just in time really tick off an already jerkish wizard with weird tastes in pests.
But c’mon really, no way he was copping to the fact that the ’stupid monkey bait’ option had been the right one.
Monkeybait considered the situation for a second or two and decided that things were way too far up Weird-Creek to throw down over not entirely unjustified insults of his IQ. “Look,” the boy ventured cautiously, taking the very unfamiliar role of being the guy trying to avert a fight rather then start one. “Sorry I screwed up your crystal, wasn’t intentional.” Dangit, admitted to stupid monkey-baitness! “But,” he ameliorated quickly, “I might have figured out a way off this jungle World.” Roxas wasn’t sure how he was going to fly the whole ‘step right up into this Dark Corridor sir’ thing, but one monkey-step a time. “This isn’t a game,” he assured, “I want to get home too.”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2018 9:58:22 GMT -5
Mozenrath wasn't as quick to believe that it was an accident. It felt more like he was being toyed with than anything else. Mozenrath didn't like to be made the fool. He had, out of the goodness of his heart saved the boy from being torn apart by deformed monkeys. This is how he was repaid? Ok, maybe that was a lie. He'd only saved the boy for his own gain. He did need to know about this world and how to get off it. But, the boy was no help. This was not going to work for him. Mozenrath held the crystal in the palm of his left hand, his right ready to strike if necessary.
Roxas began to babble off about messing up his crystal and the sorcerer raised an eyebrow at this. Screwed up the crystal? He hadn't screwed up his crystal. The crystal was working fine. "...you really aren't all there, are you... My mamlocks seem to have a better memory." He insulted the keybearer as he watched him closely. He likely would have just ended his meager existence if he hadn't said what he did next.
A way out of this jungle? "Im listening..." He responded as he watched the boy closely. What was the catch, he seemed hesitant to mention the way he planned to get them off the world. Mozenrath couldnt seem to redirect his portals. There was no way that this stupid boy had more powerful magic than him.
"Not a game... Hm, so you're just not that bright. Just tell me how you plan to get us out of here." He asked before his pet returned, stating that it didn't see anything but trees, trees, and more trees. That was of no use and Mozenrath rolled his eyes at the floating eel.
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