Jedidiah The Great Living City [NoM/April Fools/Event]

There was a shared understanding between the false djinn and Hyperion, but a pulse of greed flashed through Hyperion's mind and he wasn't going to leave any cards on the table. To him, it seemed as if everyone seemed to evade Sollas' request. Pulling nothing out, dropping something in, and then turning it into a game. To Hyperion, they seemed to hide their convictions, what they truly desired or perhaps they didn't know it themselves.

The undead would approach the uniquely dressed magician that seemed to enjoy games, a trait the two shared. Hyperion would stand nearly a head taller than him, staring into his pupils, noticing their oddly jet black appearance. Hyperion would reach for one of the pills that matched those orbs, but he would hesitate for a moment, uncertain if he would want all the knowledge, would he have even entered if he had known what the results would be?   "I think you've got it backwards. Knowledge is the curse, and death is the gift. At least to me."

Hyperion's mind was clear to know exactly what he wanted. He would dip his arm at the nearly shoulder height box and he would seemingly pullout a small, twin pronged blade?


It was an ornate tuning fork that Noir would recognize having been their at its collection. This was the vessel that Menat had chosen for herself upon her victory within the dungeon of Ipos.

At the time, the loss was INSTRUMENTAL in Hyperion's desire for growth and strength, ridding him of undue conceit. But he had wishes to know of the path untaken.

Then with his other hand he would pull out his Iessai-no-Sutemu, tapping the tuning for to have it sing aloud.

He would hold both in a single hand, disguising the source of the power he would invoke. Seeping magoi into his hand, then sweeping the false vessel across the room, at all the other candidates, starting farthest from Saint Germain. "I would make you all..."

Then tapping the bough to Saint Germain's temple, invoking enough magoi for Izanagi's Call. "Bow." It was as if his words were laced with the very magoi he has used. He would see himself as a king, as the legends claimed that one who was chosen by the djinn were to become king candidates.

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Using Iessai-No-Sutemu's Izanagi's Call on Saint Germain.

Magoi: -20

Name: Iessai-no-Sutemu
Tier: Alma Torran Artefact
Type: Artefact - Bough
Material: Unknown
Magic Type: Intelligence
Appearance: A one and a half metre branch of an oak tree - that is what it appears to be. However, when viewed closely, the branch seems to be made from many hundreds of coiled-up wires. The composition of said wires has not been ascertained, not with the combined efforts of scholars from Magnostadt and Kou; all that is known was its Kinan name. It is believed this is only one part from a greater collection of so-called ‘branches’ that may have once formed a tree-like network working in unison.
Function:

Izanagi’s Call: Pouring magoi into the top of the Iessai, one may press it against a target’s temple and choose a small phrase for the Iessai to repeat. This phrase could be ‘eat the apple’, ‘sleep now’, ‘kill this man’ or any other command phrase - as long as it is an imperative. This will impart a subconscious suggestion that will force the target to act upon the command phrase for a post. If sustained, these command words can be linked together for a total of three command phrases working upon one person at a time [20 magoi to activate | 10 to sustain]

[Passive] The Roots of Ame-no-Mihashira: Once the suggestion has been placed, for every thread that someone who has been targeted by Izanagi’s Call and the Iessai are present, the suggestion will get stronger and stronger until they cannot resist acting upon the command phrase. However, only the last command phrase that was imparted on a target will have this effect.

Izanami’s Voice: This has a dual function: Pouring magoi into the base of the Iessai, one may record any audio content within earshot, up to an hour’s worth, that is stored within the bough. For each new recording, a small branch will grow outwards from the bough [10 magoi to activate]. Pouring magoi into one of those branches, one can replay the recording, sounding in hushed tones like whispers [10 magoi to activate | 5 magoi to sustain].

As he saw the man go up to the Djinn of falsehood. ghost would watch on to see what was his best move. Slowly but surely he would watch. As the man laid claim to his desire. Upon hearing what he had to say. Upon seeing what it was that he truly wanted. Having never said a world to this lad. But having seen him. More than once tower after tower. Ghost finally came to an understanding of what this man wanted and that was to rule the world. He would be damned if he could not do anything else. As Ghost turn was up. Then give a bow with a silly pristine with it. It was as if he was mocking the man. Well because he was in fact mocking the man. As he would then say to him. Rather he would listen or not. "Hahaha oh my oh my."

He would say with a very silky like voice. "Do you want the crown now or do you want the crown later? Ohhhh...I know you rather have it now. The only problem with that is you keep waking up out of that dream of yours. You know the one where you are the almighty king. You wake up to reality a reality where you are nothing more than a slave who owns slaves. A reality where your friend has claimed two Djinn in the Tower Of Power and you've yet to claim one. Not even one." As he started to walk around keeping a safe distance but still close by. "Your fate is not to be king of the world. Your fate is not to defeat that queen of that nation. Your fate is to serve me by spreading my influence around the world." As he said that he would be looking up at the sky but then turned back to the slave master. " We both share the same pain in being undead. So us fighting to the death would be a waste of time. So when we do cross paths. When we do fight and we will because we have similar goals. Our battle will not be to the death. But a fate much worse. As we will fight to see who will rule and who will serve...Now excuse me while I seek out my treasure. "

Soon Ghost would be at the box. As he took his hand inside he would slowly but sure pull out a crown. As he held the crown. It was dark blue and green. Almost transparent in appearance. As Ghost put it on his head. He would say. "Since birth, I've been fighting a secret war. This crown if I had it then maybe just maybe. I would be able to end it. You see this crown allows me to control the very souls of dead magical beings such as magicians and witches. You see this crown is so strong that I can not wield it yet. But once I find it. This world Flase Djinn I will truly create change in it. By ridding the world of this selfish illness known as Royalty.

"Something I desire... but never had before..." Noir murmured to herself, wondering about the answer. She knew she desired knowledge, but it should be more specific because there were so many forms of knowledge.

The magician made up her mind, but she would let other people approach the box first. So many different items being pulled out from it, but perhaps the one Hyperion pulled out was the only one Noir recognized. Of course, she would, because it was the metal vessel Menat had chosen for Ipos. It was clear that the undead wanted something related to that, perhaps related to power and maybe the title of a king based on the action he took afterward.

With a sigh, the magician would step forward, finally taking her turn to interact with the box. "Knowledge is power..." She stared at the box, "And I have been endlessly searching for that. It feels like an addiction, once I found something, I want to know more. I have an insatiable thirst for that, possibly because I need the power... I feel greedy. But I want it so bad." Noir closed her eyes as she pulled out something from the box, a book... obviously.


Noir stared at the book, wondering what will happen if she read it. Wondering what will happen if she got all the knowledge she wanted to know... She didn't know... It had always been her life purpose, she could've just found another purpose but it would feel different and she knew it. So the magician drop the book into the box again before turning her back and walk away, back to where she stood to wait for her turn.

Jedidah stood firm in his choice, saying aloud "Such conviction, I'm sure my brother and father will not mind my choice with how things have gone. From the comments of those following you, I'd say you're versed in the proceedings of a dungeon. The vessel, what shape, what form shall I inhabit for you my slave king, I can become the ball and chain if you're a fan of irony."

The Djinn would chuckle for a bit before continuing to say "My humor aside, you were all lovely, our Kind Saint, I would suggest having blonde send their heads flying. I wouldn't want people thinking this is an execution. From your games, I'm assuming you do desire a slaughter. If that is your wish, and you wish for people to die why don't we give everyone a choice don't you agree?"

A twisted snicker would creak out as if someone had stepped through one of the decrepit houses. In the sky, the rukh would coalesce as light would shine from a great magic symbol. Jedidiah would be ready to chant, to call forth the great magic he held. With words, precise, sharp, quiet, and quick he would say at Saint Germain "So you snickering horde if you commend or condemn yourself I do not care. I ask though, do you wish to play this game?"

It was all he had to say in their action, he would let Sollas and Father answer to things on their own. Sollas seemed to have quite the chance for new friends, Father seemed to have his own course of action. Once actions had been taken, pacts had been made, Jedidiah would enter his vessel.

Father, stepping forward would speak for the first time. "Some of you may know me," he would begin "you may believe you've even met me, but I am unique in a right of my own. What is also unique, is the gift I offer. My sons offer knowledge and power alike, my prize may seem as both. I promise you more than anything, that what I offer you is a key, a key to what I cannot tell you. Tho I may relinquish one small bit, it unfastens the future."

His cane, great and gilded would be presented out in both hands. An expressionless face contrasted a voice of passion while father would finish his explanation. "This I offer before you is called a divine stave, one which can create a dream realm of one's inner makings. This stave is only for one who craves deception, or a true idealist. I see a young who die trying to wield young magic but it seems the Fanalis fears not death tho I do not encourage him to take it."

His face turned, towards the approaching Zub "You as well, can try and take this gift, for it is the hands that grasp it first which can claim its' power, and they who leave clutching the cane shall keep it. Though, unlike the boy, I suggest you not grab it for your own reasons, I'm not sure you can handle a curse if you risk my touch goi."

The masked face turned towards that of Saint Germain and Noir, glancing between the two of them before saying "You two, seem the most appropriate, the doll I feel will find more kinship in the words of Sollas, but you two, maybe even the Ghost with the false crown. I imagine you can make great use of this power, please nothing would make me happier than if one of you three came to grab it. I do reiterate though, any my grab it, even use it, just know consequences could follow."

With words finished, the stage was left to the Demidjinn.

Sollas couldn't believe the sight that had happened before him, it was simultaneously the best of responses as well as the worst ones he could hope for. As the fox boy came up and reached in to grab a handful of nothing the Demi-Djinn could feel his heart weaken for a moment as he felt a sense of sympathy for the boy before him. He thought he'd be able to look at the others with a smile, how wrong he was as each one of them came forward to participate in his game.

A boy would then drop ahead into his box of gifts, it made him look upon the boy with worry as he wondered if he truly was okay at that moment. He thought to speak but as he opened his mouth he quickly shut it deciding to leave his comments until everyone was done with what they wanted to pull out. One after another he felt a sense of dread as one pulled out a pill of poison to play his own game, and then the one his brother seemed to favor would pull out something that made him uneasy. A copy of a vessel, his own personal claim to power which seemed to earn the ire and interest of Ghost who gave his own opinions before asking the man to join him.

"I..." He started again before stopping as he tried to gather his thoughts after he had seen what they had all just done, but then as he was thinking of what he could possibly say to give them all his feelings and help them as he truly wanted. Although he was sure to who he wanted to give his aid he soon found himself stopped as his so-called family began to share their own feelings.

Once he was done he would give a soft nod to himself, he didn't like how they presumed to know his own feelings but they were right on one thing. He felt a sense of kindred with the young boy, not just because of their age but something of his circumstance spoke to him. With that thought in mind he took a deep breath as he would float forward to recover his box. He would hold it in his hands and begin to collapse it, slowly it was destroyed as he created a solid black-orb from inside the box as it was destroyed within mere seconds of a second.

"My power is one that is deadly, but can be used for terrible greatness or great terribleness." He said in a way that might've sounded confusing before he continued on. "Zion, I feel as if you understand me like there's something kindred in us, so, if you were to gain this power what would be the first thing you do with it, you know you can never get what you desire, so what would you do with the power to take away anything?"

While he waited for his answer he would turn his head to Phobos as he looked a bit sorrowful at him. He looked at him like a younger brother might look at an older one who lost his path somewhere along the way. "I sense great pain in you, one that you can't acknowledge, all you can do is keep trying to live, but to me, it doesn't look like you're living, and I truly hope you can find peace with your life knowing that you deserve it."

As he turned his head from the other closer to his age Sollas would look upon Noir next with a simple nod to her. "It takes a lot to give up the thing you want, but something you earn can be better than the things you've been given, a lesson I'm sure you know very well. While I think you could do well with learning my skills I'm sure you might find a way regardless, and I'd like to see where you go with the gifts and boons you've earned so far."


"As for you two." He said as his eyes would turn upon both Ghost and Hyperion at the same time, they both showed they wanted to use power for different reasons and while Ghost's claims could be said to be good there was still an unease about him that the young boy couldn't shake. "I find myself at odds with what you would do with my magic and I'm unsure if I should teach you, and I feel that to be reason enough, maybe I will change my opinions when I meet you again one day but I have too many questions than time would permit."

He took a deep breath after he gave his thoughts and would take a step back as he floated above the ground waiting to see how they would react to everything that had been said, the boons they would be able to receive, and the gravity of the entire situation before them all.


Dm notes: Eight pick your vessel, SG act to your intimidation, everyone else feel free to try and Claim fathers staff, anyone can take it but he has favorites. Sollas is offering Zion that chance to learn the magic, and Noir the chance to plot at a later date.

The magician stared at the Divine Stave and she stepped forward, approaching Father. While she didn't crave deception, Noir could say she was an idealist... most of the time. She reached towards the cane and touched it, wanting to claim its power and understand what kind of divine power was stored within this so-called Divine Stave.

Noir would hear what Sollas said to her and she would respond to him with a nod. She understood better than anyone else the meaning behind those words being spoken to her. The magician knew she worked so hard to earn everything and it had always been her forte. "I'd look forward to it." She would say to Sollas, seemingly excited about the opportunity although it won't be apparent on her facial expression.

As he heard the two of them talk. He would start to fade away into his mindset. As a smile would indeed come upon his face. Ghost would be a bit on the curious side of things. It was true he was a powerhouse and had yet to do anything worthwhile. But that was because he was doing what he does best in secret. As he looked at the came he would have a curiosity of a look on his face. But he would not say a word as he looked on and watch the Djinn start to say what it is he had to say. As Ghost looked on he would come back to reality and with that the reality that he was not the victor. As he looked over at the one who was chosen. All Ghost could do was clap truly. As he truly did congratulate the man even if he did not value life.  

As he watches the lady magician aim to grow this Stave that was so-called Divine. Ghost would look on and be a bit on the quiet side. As he would then simply say, "Poke The Lie And Catch A Thief." Soon he would start to whistle hunting we will go. As he went to go seat back down. Where he was before he went to the box. As he waited to be sent home. Soon he would get up and then make his way towards the Cane and would grab it. As he would say with a smile. "Just joking, now then I wonder what could come out of this. Now pardon me Lady Magician." As he said that if allowed he would try to active the Stave to see what would happen if he did.

He recalled Phobos from their first meeting. Much had changed between the two of them. But now, in the presence of a djinn, how could he afford to be held back? Hyperion would nod for a second, comparing his own strength to the warriors. It seemed that he still had the upper hand in a battle of pure strength.

However, Hyperion would pull back the artifact from the Fanalis grasp. He would recall his own lineage and his parents, how it seemed that Fanalis seemed to be at the root of his problems. Hyperion used his free hand and would, fwishing and flicking while channeling magoi into his opposite arm, then stepping forward, with a resonating palm strike to Phobos' chest. A swift reminder that he was not to be messed with, and that no gaze would stop him from his goals.

But he had more important things to handle, in this case being vested with Jedidiah's power. A humorous thought had slipped his mind for a vessel, for a passionate jokester, there was but a single thought. "I have the perfect form in mind; a codpiece." Finding a makeshift nightmareish shoulder plate and placing it over the bulge of his member.

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Magoi -30

Tier: B
Class: Magician
Type: Offensive/Supplementary
Range: Close
Requirements/Drawbacks: Specific movement to wand to cast. Requires contact with body part containing fluid-filled organs.
Scaling: Damage
Sustain: 0
Cool Down: 3
Cost: 30 Magoi
Description:

The spell gathers Sound Magic into the forearm, visibly vibrating wielding the magician's spell source, resonating with the bones, throughout the forearm. If the hand or object in the affected arm makes contacts an organisms chest, the spell will deal internal damage [ B-tier damage] to any fluid-filled organs.