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Mitigated Souls ~ [BlooBlanket & Kitten]

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Kitten

Kitten

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For Zara, she found it extremely hard to keep this attitude up. Sure, she wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine, but she wasn’t the type to keep acting callous. As some silence simmered in after her sarcastic words, the guilt began to eat at her. Sighing, she’d turn her head to apologize, but Aodh gripped her shoulder just as she turned to look at him. Their eyes finally met for the first time since last night, but there was something about his expression that caused her heart to throb in concern.

What came next from his mouth was something she didn’t anticipate at all whatsoever. To say he had no recollection of their intimate moments hours before? To call her a child over a serious topic? Zara was well aware that she could’ve acted more mature, but she didn’t think her approach was all that bad. At least she talked to him briefly instead of just disregarding him entirely. It especially hurt her when he said he wouldn’t waste his time with her if she didn’t straighten up.

It grinded her gears to know that he was quick to get discourteous about how she was behaving, instead of asking what’s wrong… but instead he decided to casually talk and ignore the elephant in the room. Zara has never once seen this side of him or was offered any hints that he could get this way over a small outburst. If she acted this mild around him, how would he act if she were more bitter? Aodh could tell that she was taken back by his response, her eyes widening while furrowing her brows in confusion.

Was it the effects of what he put in his mouth last night that made him this way? Something was altering him. It couldn’t be him doing this on his own.

Her lips started to part, to clarify what he was misunderstanding, and to remind him of everything that went down hours before. Not even a sliver of sound exited her mouth before he continued with his criticisms, but this time his words literally pierced through her heart like a sharpened arrow, and they were not Cupid's arrows.

…How could he say that the marks he had given her was unsightly?! He was the sole reason for them, yet blamed her as if she done that to herself?! If he forgot about last night, then why wasn’t he even concerned as to how she received them? As each second ticked, his words soaked into her like a sponge, cutting her up more than seconds before.

Oh, she was infuriated to the core, but it didn’t hold a candle to her overwhelming sorrow. As he shut the door behind him, she could feel her eyes burn with hot tears, caressing down her cheeks to dribble down her chin and onto her exposed lap. It felt as if there was a lump in her throat as it tensed up from trying to subdue her tears, but no matter how hard she tried they still skated against her reddened skin. Using the back of her hand, she’d wipe her salty tears away, sniffling sporadically to rid of any sign of her misfortune.

She’d bite the inside of her cheek as she closed her eyes and took in deep breaths to simmer down, not wanting her emotions to get the best of her. Zara would let him know how she felt and make sure he’d feel it too. In that moment, she was uncaring on how he’d react once her plan was commencing. He was about to earn a severe wakeup call, but she’d hold off on her pettiness for now and do as complied.

It didn’t take too long for the rest of the clothes to finish washing and drying, Zara heaving up the laundry basket to march upstairs and put everything away and make her bed. As she mindlessly folded her clothes, she’d continue to think back on his nasty words, causing her to clutch onto the fabric within her grasp severely. Zara would bite her lower lip so harshly in agitation that striations would be left in the inside of her mouth. Once realizing she was getting too invested on the past, she’d sigh out and dress herself after making her bed, wearing her apprentice clothing to meet up with Aodh despite not wanting anything to do with him for right now.

On top of her stand, she’d grip the petite marionette, inspecting it within her palm while the sudden urge to brutally throw it against the wall struck her. Tapping her boot on the ground beneath her, she’d distract herself from the violent thought she had and started to walk out of the home. She wasn’t going to let him phase her and act as if nothing had happened, but she wouldn’t talk much unless prompted to answer anything.

No sass. No attitude. Just learning.
Zara had the slightest idea as to why she still ventured out here to be with him. It probably was the guilt she felt when he said he wouldn’t waste his time with her if she continued acting how she did, knowing that he went through all of that trouble to even get her in the first place.

In the distance, her eyes would focus in on Aodh as he toyed around with a vibrant flame, her hands involuntarily clenching at her sides with the marionette in one of them. Letting out one final elongated puff of air, she’d stand several feet away from him before holding up the motionless doll, signifying she brought what he requested. She tried her hardest to not let any significant emotions to surface on her, instead displaying a relaxed expression as if nothing has ever happened.
 

BlooBlanket

Blanket Overlord
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Aodh would lift his eyes up as he felt a familiar presence approaching and stopping right in front of him. Judging by the amount of Mana it released, and the way it seemed to be unable to contain all of it, he was certain it was none other than Zara. And surely, there she was, holding the doll in front of him, featureless as ever. If one wasn't aware of its' status as a magical object, people may as well have thought it to be a petite mannequin like those shown off in the city's shop windows. Only, this was completely devoid of any items of clothing or decoration. Just smooth and levigated to the touch, a blank slate for any who came into possession of it.

"Good, I see you have brought it as requested. Let's start." Neither of them was in the mood to talk much, a noticeable difference from the chatter they exchanged over the previous days. Now, it was all about memorizing notions. He hadn't told her what they were about to do, however, leaving the process a complete mystery. As he kneeled down, she could see him cleaning the ground at her feet with his hand, swiping away pebbles, moss and dead leaves until nothing more than the bare soil was left.

Then, with one slick motion, he would start tracing a large circle, followed by a smaller one in the middle, and progressively smaller ones in its' inner part. He added some runes as well, each at every corner of a square that would serve as the shape's "core". It was impressive to see just how precise the lines he traced were, the entire process almost mesmerizing to look at despite being rather mundane in its' execution. Her Master knew what he was doing when dealing with Spellcraft, and this was no exception, rather, a simple, everyday process. She had seen a similar representation in one of his books.

The Catfolk would remain silent for the rest of the process, his hand darting from one spot to the other, fangs biting into his lower lip as he traced and weaved yet more magical conduits in that intricate display of magical prowess. The end result was one that likely would have earned him a compiment from his apprentice, if she was not preoccupied with repressing the searing pain gathered in her chest. With one final imposition of the Magus's hands as he got done with this lenghty process, the lines of chalk that made up the magic circle would light up in a warm blue glow, runes dancing in the corners of the innermost square, making up words she could barely understand. Two were, however, clearly visible to Zara if she payed even the slightest bit of attention to the runes before her. She could actually...read some of them despite never having received any sort of former training in decyphering them.

ᛗᚨᚾᛁᛈᚢᛚᚨᛏᛁᛟᚾ

- Manipulation -


ᛖᚾᚺᚨᛜᚲᛖᛗᛖᚾᛏ

- Enhancement -


ᛖᛚᛖᛗᛖᚾᛏ

ᛋᚢᛈᛈᛟᚱᛏ
She recognized the blue one as being the same color as the Runes Aodh had first used to introduce himself to her and spell out his name. Before he had broken her heart, that is. Even remembering that much was quite painful for her, since it only served as yet another reason to not open herself up to anyone else, ever again. She had been hurt enough up to this point, and it had proven to be too much to bear in the end.

He would get up, and hesitate for a moment before placing a hand on her shoulder. He hadn't changed, his touch was just as delicate as usual, and his eyes earnest. If he hadn't used such cruel words, he may even have deserved some of her respect. After what seemed to be an interval of time that protracted itself for minutes on end, perhaps due to the otherworldly nature of the flower itself, the man spoke up again.
"Zara, please put the doll in the middle of the Pact Circle. I will instruct you further once you have done that. It may be easier if you get down on your knees, as well." Then, his hand left her body yet again. Just like that, the warmth of Aodh's body was gone yet again. She had been deprived of it, if only for a short while.

Nothing was left but to obey him. With all the preparations out of the way, he'd point down at the doll and then at the young woman.
"Today, you will earn your very own Familiar. A Magus may have several, but as they are quite hard to acquire, they can be rather secretive about being in their possession." Did that mean he had several? She hadn't exactly seen any odd animals around, or objects which could be made into a companion like the "gift" she had been given as an introduction to that brand new world.

"First, open your circuits and place your hand on those purple and orange Runes. Once you have relaxed enough...I want you to think of at least three words. They will determine what kind of looks or personality your future Familiar may have, and redoing the process requires a lot of complex procedures...but I am sure that as talented of an apprentice as you are, you will have no problems with picking terms that complement your own personality. You know, for an easier and more productive partnership." Without any sort of indication left, Aodh would give a faint, encouraging smile to the upset girl and stand by her as she underwent this peculiar ritual. What was she going to do now?

The choices were nigh infinite.
 
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It felt very strange to look at his face after everything that happened not long ago, Aodh obviously moving on from the small incident they faced without a care in the world. It irritated her to no end, causing her blood to boil significantly. Perhaps her rage could make her mana’s presence very strong, despite her facial expression bland and emotionless. Zara did clench her teeth together momentarily, moving her jaw to the right before releasing her compressed teeth. Nothing pissed her off more than being ignored or having something serious be thought of as no big deal. She would nod once at him when he announced that they would now begin their session, watching him as he started to clean the area around her.

Being left in the dark, she wasn’t too certain on what was actually going on, or what they were going to do today asides from the hinting of using her lifeless doll. Intricately Aodh would paint the beautiful display before her, each rounded shape perfectly sculpted, as well as the abundance of lines seemingly perfect with no signs of unintended zigzags. If someone else were to do this, it would’ve taken them a huge chunk of time, but it was obvious that Aodh was very well experienced and knew what he was doing.

If it weren’t for her sour attitude, she’d compliment him and admire his brilliant work, but instead she continued to stand there, looking over his masterpiece icily with no response. It killed her to act like this, but she couldn’t subside her roaring emotions. She hoped soon she could conquer her emotions and act normal.

The patterns began to light up with a cyan glow, the image reflecting in her eyes. Obviously invested in this change, she’d squint her eyes to look deeper into these unique symbols and alien-like words, only being able to decipher two out of the four. Manipulation and Enhancement. The blue looked familiar, bringing back thoughts of their first encounter. A throb penetrated itself in her chest, the aftershock being felt throughout her entire body. Taking a small deepened breath, she’d attempt to soothe herself from the memories.

The tone he used was just the same as before; sweet and sincere, kind and generous. Zara knew that the Aodh she adored was in there, but that didn’t sway her enough to make amends with what he did. To add a cherry on top, his hand casually placed itself on her left shoulder, catching the Catfolk off guard. His hand hadn’t rested on her body for a full three seconds before she shrugged her shoulders and took a step backwards, causing his hand to retreat off from her. Without using words, her actions would definitely speak for her, portraying her despondency to his touches. Zara was unfeeling if it caused his chest to ache; that’s if he even found her actions insulting or insensitive. Still, she showed no expression to him, yet she was dying on the inside.

Perhaps acting would be a better suited profession for her after realizing how good of a poker face she displayed.

Still, the instructions were given, and she would follow through with them without chiming in with questions or small talk. Leaning down, she’d balance herself in order to sit on her knees comfortably, placing the petite figure in the middle of the Pact Circle, waiting for further instructions. Her furry brown ears twitched as he spoke, nodding her head slowly to show she understood his orders, not noticing the smile he radiated due to not looking at him.

How did he expect her to relax after the events of today? Zara let out a final peeved sigh before focusing on the task at hand and clearing her thoughts. Extending her hands outwards, she’d sprawl her fingers apart as each palm found their spot on their very own colored Rune. In concentration, the lids of her eyes fluttered closed as her breathing pattern shifted to be more gentle and less exasperated. Opening those unseen circuits inside of her body, she’d feel that familiar warmth spew out from her palms and fingertips. “Three words, huh?” She’d ponder to herself, attempting to think of how she envisioned her Familiar. After some deep thought, she came to an agreement with herself on those three words.

Compassionate

Reliable

Perseverance

Feeling confident in her choice of words, she’d open her eyes, catching glimpse of if anything would change before her or if anything did while she had her eyes closed.
 

BlooBlanket

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Aodh's mood soured noticeably when Zara stepped back from his tentative, affectionate gesture, his lower lip curling in a scowl as he'd bite into it almost to the point of drawing blood. He had been so stupid, so needlessly cruel to her. Yet even when he had tried to make amends, she had almost...rejected him. Her sigh marked yet another painful ache in his heart as he'd feel all of his guilt about to erupt out of him. Instead, only a snappy remark would follow her annoyance. "Yeah, I could be making technological breakthroughs while holed up in my laboratory, instead I have chosen to spend the day with my Apprentice. Foolish, don't you think? You are so talented and independent after all, you must have no need of someone to guide you in learning this."

With their fiery eyes locked onto one another, it was only a matter of time before the tension was broken by the doll beginning to rattle from side to side, then jerking upwards. Gradually, the words she had spoken had materialized in purple Runes, the color of her Mana. Swirling in a circle around the tiny creature, they imprinted themselves on various parts of its' body : the right thigh, left arm, and upper chest area. It would then fall back down as if its' wires had been suddenly cut. Much like a motionless marionette, it looked at her...before its' eyes would glow and take on a lavender hue and its' body change accordingly.

Sandy brown locks sprouted from its' hairless head and formed a bob cut of sorts, golden strings appeared out of nowhere to weave a stylish coat, boots and pantaloons around its' little body. It really looked like a pocket-sized Human...if one didn't take account the grooves, bolts and gradually waning lavender glow from its' eyes. It would stand up, rubbing its' temple.

"Que? W-Where-"
The puppet looked around himself curiously, giving a shriek as he saw the (in his eyes) giant, cat-eared woman blinking at him in confusion and amazement, skidding back by using his little legs and arms...only to hit against Aodh's boot with a - thud - and looking up, his mouth opening in a terrified scream as he got up and rushed back to Zara while frantically repeating a phrase.

"L-LE CHAT DÉMONIAQUE! S-SAVE MEEEE!"
Only to latch onto her thigh and not let go. It was odd to witness someone who was... scared by Aodh. Judging by the look of utter terror the Familiar gave Zara bedore cowering against her leg once more was one she wouldn't have forgotten so easily.

"Oh, right...must have forgotten to wipe his memory after all. This is going to be more awkward than needed." He'd tilt his head as he looked at a stunted Zara trying to process what had just occurred. She wasn't even sure how exactly this thing could move, without her needing to move those fancy wires that were wrapped around her slim fingers.

"Do you want to keep it?" She was asked by Aodh as he would bend forward on his knees and try to reach for the puppet, only for him to climb across her chest and wrap his arm around her neck to "hide" from the Magus.
"The ritual can be undone, but I will have to redo the circle and take a day or so to erase essentially everything that makes this Familiar yours. Learning how to adapt is essential to work in sync as Magus and Familiar, you know? Puppets happen to be the easiest to control, but also the most... varied in terms of personality." Aodh had, once again, started to lecture her without being requested to, but her learning even more than what little she already knew was essentially the best thing to be done.

"N-Non, S'Il-vous plaît...not my memories! I'm not getting taken apart again." Once again, the little creature spoke in that weird accent of his again, something which would have taken some getting used to. Now, it was really up to the Catfolk whether to get on with it and see how this "partner" would have operated, or handing it over to Aodh so that it could be stripped of its' past.

"Don't listen to him, I only unscrewed his head, took his arms and leg off, opened his torso to insert a special crystal...well, maybe I should have at the very least apologized, but he tried to stab me when I assembled him back together! I couldn't risk getting cut up, could I?" The young man would say with a faint pout.
 
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