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"In the Alovai's name."

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by claw


People who are often involved in Origin, generally living there, doing business there, or such.
Students, Staff, Alumni, all involved past or present are listed here in the records.



Name: Primaris

Age: 14

Nicknames: Pre. Pri. Mary.

Occupation: Astrius Academy student

Magic Class: Enchantment, Blight Druidism

Height: 4' 10"

Weight: 10 stone

Magical Ability: Restricted

Experience: Limited

Weapon Ability: None

Eye Colour: Brown

Hair colour: Brown

Appearance: See picture above

Weapon(s): None

Equipment: Primaris is dressed in simple white robes, hardly anything but splatters of dried mud decorate his plain clothing. Aside from that are a few small trinkets that hardly stand out or catch the eye in any meaningful way.

Personality: Though Primaris does try his best to remain a force for positivity and good in the world he cannot deny to himself that the pangs of jealousy and guilt do not cloud his judgement. He does at least have for the most part good intentions in his actions and rarely goes totally out of his way to cause harm to anyone if he can at all help it, but for the best of his abilities he will eventually cave into temptation and if he is taking too long to achieve or earn something the proper way he will do any underhand thing needed to get it.


The night outside the lone tower was dark, no stars could be seen in the cloudy sky as the midwinter chill filled the air. Drifts of snow blanketed the lone open window that spilled a view of a hidden mountain valley, one of the countless endless within the Ryridge mountains. Little moved in that distant valley, the snows had clogged up most of the roads and even if they had not been none would have had good reason to traverse them let alone at the depths of night, they were treacherous and oft covered in a thin sheen of ice that made the unwary and unaware slip and stumble, often falling into the narrow abyss to their rocky demise.
And even if they had the desire to come all the way along the thin path, what would drive them to do so? All that lay upon this small rocky plateau was a lone tower,
short and squat and covered in thick drifts of snow that covered it like a winter coat. It was all the small amount of flat ground could accommodate and even then it was hardly an impressive structure, barely even three stories tall and almost entirely abandoned of all life, had it been any less cold no doubt some wildlife other than an eagle which had flown away for slightly warmer nesting grounds would have called this desolate place home. Now it was little more than a library of lost and forgotten history.

In this lone tower, against the backdrop of rock and snow and shadow of the deep night a singular spot of warm light glowed from within the third story, where the lone window sat staring endlessly into the blanket of the world, a trio of candles the source of this faintly orange light that spilled into the world, crafting but the very illusion that the world beyond that stony edifice could be nothing more than a dream of some distant life so easily forgotten and melted away by so very small a light. Sadly it was not to be, for the howling wind echoed and whispered into the small study, carrying in its wake the dancing figures of snowflakes that drifted around each other in an exotic motion that conjured up the image of dark tavern girls in the seedy hours of the early morning. It slinked through the open air, twisting on just that thinnest of breezes that turned and shifted around as it aligned itself onto the cold stones of the floor and carrying across it only to halt but for a barest of moments before being joined by a score of its dancing brethren and caught once more in that harsh and hissing wind and its ever extending grasp of chill and spite and carried the whole lot back across the floor, whirling like a maddening swarm of white and crystalline ants upon grey stone only to collect in an ever growing pile upon just beneath the window and just barely outside of the grip of that baleful wind.

That clinging snow thankfully managed to avoid the centre of this lonely library towers room, for there was much there that could be disturbed. Though the snow did not clutter it the wind had no qualms about performing such an act, loose pages within books were fluttering and and threatening to tear loose from their holdings as the breeze clutched fiercely at them. And that said nothing for the three lone pages upon the stone floor itself, each of them were printed of a separate material,
one of velum, one of papyrus and one finally of the finest silk imported from distant lands far, far to east of these cold and desolate mountains. They had written on them in a singular ancient language that seemed to defy true understanding to all but the writer the carefully chosen lettering written of course in none other than human blood. This, was very simply the terms of a contract, extremely precisely worded to fulfil a precise and extremely exact purpose with the item sat in the middle of these three pages, as they lay triangular to it, each one of the pages sat on a different point, the text reading towards the item. The item in question that was the entire centre point of this attempt was a simple spear, neither ornate nor entirely appealing to the eye, it was simply an oak spear with a steel tip and a steel cap on the far end, aside from the mildly expensive metal it was entirely a common and utterly dull spear, and yet it was enough it seemed to warrant all this unearned attention.

And the reason for this bizarre sight of a simple and plain sight, of a spear so unassuming that most would barely pay it more than even the quickest of passing glances as they stepped by some common soldier grasping it in frozen fingers, flanked on each side by an odd array of paper printed with such exact and precise lettering that defied any logic or understanding to all but one to read was as simple as it was obvious when pointed out, this was a bargain, a deal plain and simple with one goal in mind, but to simply enchant the spear with certain properties in exchange for a singular set of favour. The terms of this arrangement could not be supplanted or altered now that they had been written and any being that could grant such a contract and indeed had any desire to fulfil it would find them selves pulled towards this call, seeking to answer it for it would certainly greatly benefit both parties involved should they wish to accept such a deal.

The figure who was solely responsible for this arrangement was sat parallel to the spear, exactly two feet away from it. It wasn't that this was a direct part of the contract ritual, but rather that this was something resembling politeness and of course some of the creatures that could grant contracts were rather large in size.
The figure was dressed from neck to foot in pure white robes, as clear an ordained as the snow that just barely twisted out of reach of his frozen face, brown eyes blinking slowly as needles of chill stabbed them selves into his sockets. He had been sat there for hours now, legs stiff as lay sat crossed under him, even if he wanted to call this off and leave he couldn't, the midwinter night had seen to that, so instead he was forced to simply sit it out and wait, and wonder, and dream that something could, would even want to, would dream of answering his prayers.

But just then, as his eyelids were finally starting to grow heavy as though they were laden portcullis of some ancient fortress, slamming shut upon a vast horde for the once and final time, there was something that caught his attention enough for the robed figure to suddenly lurch up from where he had once been sitting slouched over. What seemed at first to be no more than a trick of the light fluttering across the half dried lettering turned out that it was in fact a soft glow that was spreading across the words of each of the three pages a letter at a time until it covered each page in a glow that would have matched the light of the starlight had it been allowed to glower onto the snow. The white robed figure had to admit to himself that the pangs of excitement he felt in his chest were mingling with a growing sense of anxious of trepidation, perhaps he hadn't thought this one entirely all the way through, perhaps he had unstopped a bottle that now would never again be corked now that it was opened. Whatever secret, silent traitorous thoughts that crept into the back of his mind now seemed utterly irrelevant as he stood in the face of the overwhelming possibility that he had unleashed upon himself. He had very much crossed the point of no return, one way or another the words he had written in that archaic script was very much the final requiem on the previous part of the person he had been before this fateful night.

And just as the impossible couldn't dream to get any more fanciful, things seemed to swirl out of all proportion and imagination as the warming silver light that played from across the three pages grew it seemed that they grew so bright that from each a sudden rush of heat exploded out of every line, catching the papers to catch into a rush of flames that quickly consumed them, such was the speed that the fires appeared that the white robed figure leapt to his feet in surprise and shock, fearful that a few stray embers had launched themselves from the depths of the candles that dotted the room and were making a fine work of ruining the many hours careful waiting and painful preparation of this monumental event. But it seemed this sudden cascade of fire was not of some foul accident that had sought to utterly undo so much work but rather was something finally accepting this contract he had set out in the hopes that at least something would answer him.

A terrible pain suddenly built behind his eyes, as though someone was pushing on them from the inside, trying to force their way out, it made his vision blur chaotically and gave him a queasy feeling as though he were staring over the edge of some great pit that fell away into nothingness as the distant bottom where no light could ever even hope of reaching, a disturbed feeling at the base of his skull felt something between a headache and a kick from a horse that throbbed as though it were working against the beating of his heart. Such was his base discomfort that he was almost forced to sit back down but something compelled him to remain standing, now affixed to the floor as though his legs had turned to the same cold, unfeeling stone that he had been standing on. A part of him feared that it was so, the price he had paid for invoking this bargain in the first place, yet even as his vision cleared he knew that such a fate was but a small, paltry thing that would have been anything less than a kindness to his sorry plight.

There, stood directly before him, grasping the spear in one gloved hand, eyeing it with a clear lack of interest held in those golden eyes, was a figure clad entirely from head to toe in black, black robes covered his black shirt which lay covered in many pockets and pouches over his black riding trousers as he stood aloft in thick black boots, on his face was a black mask which seemed to silently draw in the light from the room around him as it danced across the thin locks of silver hair that had slipped out from beneath the covering of the black hood which obscured the rest from view, nary a hint of skin was shown, not even around his eyes which were the only part of him that were even partially revealed, not even a mouth was cut into the mask as it stared across from him. It was a strange thing, this being which so radiated power and awe and yet, it was hardly even a few inches taller than he himself was.

"The Alovai." He whispered reverently and not to mention fearfully, he could scarcely hear the sound of his own voice over the pounding rush of blood pouring through his ears, deafening him to even his own secret thoughts. It seemed this half silent whisper did not go entirely unheard however as those golden eyes looked up from where they had been appraising the spear, looking at him as if noticing he even existed for the first time despite him being the one to even summon him here in the first place. There was a pause as the Alovai slowly looked him up and down, a looked that felt like he was being cut open and slowly studied from the inside out like some form of strange creature utterly alien to what he had seen in the world before. "The magus said that... Sometimes you answer calls you deem worthy... But I never thought that this was eno.."

"It isn't." He was cut off mid-sentence by the Alovai's rich voice as it echoed through the vale of the small room, a voice he had never heard before yet sounding so very familiar eased the burning in the depths of his ears even as it caught his breath in his throat. It was a voice unlike anything he had heard, so foreign it did not feel as though it should be of this world and yet it clearly could not be anything but for where else would it be from if not from the masked god that stood before him,
holding the very spear he sought to empower in that most divine of grasps. "I must be honest with you... Primaris is it? This deal of yours is plain and boring,
a spear that never misses its target? A weapon that is almost certain to kill would be achieved by even the least competent of warriors and yet you seek the easy route in which to achieve this goal? Why?" It was not a question laden with malice though that could be excused for its mocking tone, but rather a simple curiosity that had an almost brutally blunt nature to it.

"It's... For my father... He guards our village but he's getting old and can't fight so well any more... And I thought that..."
"If you gave him a weapon that did all of the fighting for him you could clear his retirement if but for a few years and you could enjoy a happy and free life." It was rounded up so heartfully and yet so simply that all Primaris could truly do was to nod with a growing sense of shame at his own stupidity that he had brought upon himself. Now that he was truly face to masked face with the height of beings he could have dreamed of even hoping of summoning to such a small summoning as this. "Well whilst it is true I had not come for this enchantment out of the goodness of my intentions it was in fact you that made me wish to come." A wave of mixed confusion swirled over Primaris as the Alovai stepped forwards, planting the spear tip first into the floor of the library, already the very sight of it seemed to radiate a strange otherwordliness that often leaked from the sight alone of items that had been visited upon by a contract.

"It would seem, Primaris, that you wrote in the terms of your contract that I or indeed any being that answered the call would be able to enact one favour which also extends to the possibility of indentured service to any party if so desired. It is that which intrigued me enough to ensure I came, for it seems you could be extremely useful in both another place and time far beyond here."
"What... What do you want me to do?"
"Oh nothing too intrusive I'm sure you'll agree, all I require you to do is to locate he with the blood of the ancient and the power of the Magiseer in his veins and include yourself in his circle, bring them close to you and make them willing to pay heed to your council."
"I don't understand what that means."
"I know, and I don't intend you to for a very, very long time from now." It was here the Alovai reached up with two gloved fingers and pressed them against the centre of Primaris' forehead. Instantly a burning sensation spread through the depths of his skull and scorched all thoughts from his mind for a few brief heartbeats before the excruciating pain vanished as suddenly as it had first been induced.
"What did you just do to me?!" He was so shocked by the pain that he had entirely forgotten just exactly the being stood before him really was.
"Ensuring that you remained loyal to your half of his contract, failing to do so will be the start of a fate worse that you could dare dream of for not just yourself but all those around you. And also ensured that you would not suffer from the ravages of time, for I'm sorry but it will take you a very long time to reach this individual.
Fear not, for you it will be but an instant has passed, but for I, I'm afraid I must wait out the next thirty thousand years like the rest of us."

And then suddenly everything went very, very dark.

So begins...

Primaris's Story

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The darkness that had enveloped him for but a moment faded once more, bursting open around him like a bubble, leaving him raw and exposed to the freshness of the simple air. It could have only been for a bare moment and yet something felt instantly wrong, his skin burned as though he had been laying in the snow for hours and yet that could never be possible, even within that empty tower he had not been so cold as all that surely. Ever inch of his skin felt like it was bleeding against the robes that clung tightly to his skin as his eyes flashed open, fighting against what felt like slivers of steel being pressed against his eyelids.

He barely had time to blink before his lungs filled with air that tasted stale and stifled, he hadn't even noticed that he had the need for breath, such was the pain that clung around his form like a shroud it barely registered that the pain was at his very core too. Even as the air rushed into his body it was expelled outwards once more, the breath scoured across his throat, catching as though it were a bare hand across a splintered board of wood rotted by time and wear. It was a scratching and burning thing that caused him to splutter and cough without any hope to control his own body, the coughing only serving to make the pain running through him all the worse as it convulsed through his entire from, causing crashing waves of agony to stretch from his head to his feet as he doubled over, twisting like a trapped worm as the scorching fire tore through his very being.

There was a brief feeling of weightlessness followed almost instantly after by a heavy landing as he crashed down on his left shoulder, fresh pain slinking through his form as he tried to both curl up and push himself to his feet at the same time. He managed to just about pull himself up onto one knee when his body began to convulse once more and against his will a spew of black bile and vomit came pouring out of his mouth and leaking from his nose, the foul concoction of juices splattering loudly upon the floor and spraying horrific chunks of some unknown source across the once fine wood panelling. A thick string of the vomit clung to his lips as he coughed up the last stray strands of the disgustingness, it burned at his throat and caused his head to pound in a steady wave of pain but at the same time it felt as though the foulness had for the most part begun to clear from him.

He managed to rock back on his heels far enough that he was actually sat down, one hand clutching his aching stomach whilst the other supported his back to prevent himself from toppling back over, a dreadful feeling of lightheadedness clung to him now as the pain gradually started to fade. His aching eyes slowly quested around the room he found himself in, it was most certainly not the library tower he had been in moments earlier. Where there had been books there was only walls devoid of detail or note, placed around the room were strange boxes that seemed to serve no obvious purpose as well as a pair of beds, one of which had been made until he had fallen off of it, dragging half he covers off onto the ground with him.

It was harder than he expected to push himself up onto his feet, his legs felt as though they were being weighed down by iron manacles that were chaining him to the slowly spreading puddle of black bile. He needed a drink, or food, or fresh air, anything but to be in this room with that smell still clinging to it. He couldn't see anything around him that would serve to provide him with anything close to anything helpful so painfully he shuffled towards the door, it was a slow process with both of his feet dragging across the floor as he carried himself, half slouched over to the escape to this dreary place. His hands raised together, barely having the strength to raise only one on its own and pulled the door open, sending a cascade of fresh, cool air blasting into his face, causing him to close his tired eyes as he tried to enjoy the somewhat pleasant feeling as he stepped outside into the hallway.

And promptly passed out the instant he stepped past the threshold.

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"And I am telling you, it's true!"

"No way is that true!"

"Is too!"

"No way!"

As someone slept on the floor of the hallway, two figures came down. Both of them were around fourteen years old, and they seemed to be in a heated conversation. They were both coming from the outside, from around where the Arcade was on Campus, or at least one of them. They were relatively close, and despite the heated conversation seemed friendly with each other.

"I find it hard to believe that the king really prefers cheeseburgers over fancy foods".

"But it is!"

One of them was Iziti Rixy, and the other was the First Prince of the Kingdom, Zakar Verrevia. However, they were not acting like subject and noble, but two friends argueing over something. Iziti and Zakar both were wearing normal casual clothes, and Zakar also had his sword with him. Iziti had a pair of sunglasses with him, as well as a pair of goggles currently on his arm. Neither one looked particularly stressed despite the arguing, and they seemed rather friendly even.

"That seems too weird".

"We just killed an Ogre that was rampaging by the arcade for some reason, and you think that is odd?!?!"

"Well, yeah. Ogres are normal on this planet".

"...I guess you are right there..."

And then, suddenly, Iziti felt a "squish" under his shoe. It was not vomit though, or food, or someone's pet slime, or pillow. Rather, it was a person.


Iziti quickly took his shoe off, and used his Teal Color, Examination, to examine Primaris' body to see if he is okay.

"Wonder why he is just passed out on the floor like this..."

Zakar meanwhile was just wondering why he was passed out.

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If the boy sprawled on the floor actually noticed someone stepping on his back he didn't make any actual sign. He remained hopelessly unconscious, breathing steadily as if in deepest sleep, hardly aware of the small trail of black vomit that still clung to his clean shaven chin like a poor attempt at putting primal warpaint on his young face. He seemed to all the world to be nothing more than sleeping peacefully if it were not for the fact he were laying face first on the floor, a steadily growing patch of red sprouting across his cheek from where he had collided with the floor of the hallway.

And then, as an ominous shift changed with the very air, a static charge that filled ones heart with energy most foul if only for the briefest of moments if they could so much as feel it, something very, very unusual happened. For only a brief moment as the pulse of what could only be the strongest of magics tore through the very fabric of everything for only a heartbeat the veins on the boys face pulsed with a green light as though his very blood had been replaced with glowing algae. It shone brightly for only a blink of an eye before it too faded into memory so swiftly it seemed as though it had been nought but a trick of illusion and nothing more.

As though it were an unseen signal this strange pulse of green baleful light was a call to arise, for with a loud and strangled gasp as if drawing in breath at last for the first time as the boy who had been unconscious suddenly sprang up into a sitting position. He coughed and spluttered as he awoke once more, looking around himself and at his bare hands, his brown eyes glazed over as though he had just been awoken too early from a long slumber.

"Where... Where am I?" He spoke, coughing as he spoke though finally no more specks of the black and foul smelling vomit left his body as he talked. He couldn't help but rub his face, partially for the pain across his cheek from where he had landed but mostly for the dull ache, that stinging compulsion that felt like something was prodding him from the inside of his brain. It felt as though some large creature was inside the confines of his skull and trying to push its way outwards, urging him to fall forwards or else follow where it was trying to go.

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The two noticed the green blood, but did not really think much of it. Iziti was raised in a lab and didn't have a real idea for common sense yet, and Zakar grew up on Origin with weird stuff around all the time.

However, Iziti did find something odd with his Teal Vision, Examination.

"This seems normal. But I coulda was probably nothing".

Iziti though he felt a very old energy on him, but he shrugged it off.

"Anyways, ummm....are you sick or something? This is Astrius Academy, and we are in the boy's dorms right now. And it looks like that is your room".

Notably, there was a cleaning robot there now cleaning up all the vomit now, returning it to a clean and prestine situation, even eradicating the bacteria.

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"Atrius?" He sat bolt upright, fighting against the sudden wave of blood that came rushing to his head in response to his sudden burst of activity that threatened to drive him back down to the floor once more. A look of shock and confusion quickly blossomed across his features as he looked around himself with eyes that seemed to finally be taking everything in around him with fresh eyes. None of this place made even a hint of sense to him, this certainly wasn't where he had been only moments ago.

"But... I... I... What? I was in.. Near... I.... How did I get here?" He pushed himself up to his feet as he looked around, barely registering the two who stood next to him as his breathing grew rapidly more ragged as a cold feeling of panic clutched his heart, threatening to choke his blood within his veins. "Wha... How far are we from Athani? Or... Wolfsbane? Who... Who is the Magos here? I don't.... This wasn't.... The Alovi... I don't understand." He looked down at his hands, it hardly made sense, he had been cold and alone in some distant tower not in this small building, his hands shook as he tried and failed to piece the pieces together of just where he was and how he could have come to be here. What foolish bargain had he made?

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Upon reaching the dorms, dragging his trunk behind him, Quin looked at the signs and read the rules of the dorm. "Hmm, I wonder if my roommate will be older or younger than me." He spoke out loud. He put his headphone back on and zoned out to the music as he walked down the halls. He walked past the cafeteria and saw that this was the time when a lot of the students seemed to be eating. He looked at the clock and saw how late it was and realized he hadn't eaten in what felt like days, but he figured that was just the space travel that did that. He stepped inside and looked at all the other guys in there. Anyone of them could be one of the Rixy siblings. He started thinking logically. Obviously the Rixy siblings must be brothers or at least have one brother if the Headmaster expects me to live with one of them in the dorms. He thought to himself.

He finally decided this was as good a place as any to start his search. He grabbed a tray and picked out some food that looked tasty. He sat down and began to eat. When another student came and sat down across from him Quin took his headphones off and spoke to the boy.

"Excuse me, I'm new here and the Headmaster told me I should try to locate the Rixy siblings, by any chance do you know any of them?" Quin's voice was smooth as silk as he spoke.

"I think I have a class or two with Iziti, or Oculus as most of us call him, but I didn't know he had any siblings. He's the only person with the name Rixy that I've seen here. I think I just saw him down the hall a little bit ago. He's kinda short, really pale, white hair and red eyes... most the time."

"Thank you." Quin said with a smile. He got up and walked down the hall looking for anyone that fit that description. He was just about to give up and go back to the cafeteria again when he turned the corner near the arcade and saw a boy that fit the description he was given.

Quin ran to catch up to the boy, he was with two others and one seemed to look ill. He looked at the one he assumed was to be his roommate. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but by any chance are you Iziti Rixy? If so, I believe the Headmaster wants me to be your roommate." He spoke with his normal lyrical voice.

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"Cross Dimensional Travel?"

Almost as if they didn't really think it was much to worry about, his character getting sick, Zakar and Iziti began to talk with each other.

"Maybe...time travel?"

"Possible. Hey, dude....wait, they might have used a different calendar where he is from. But, it is a bit odd he knows this think someone teleported him in here?"

"Maybe. Or maybe they just dragged him in. He looks like he went through hell".

"Possible. When I used Examination, I did notice something odd...oh! I just realized it! I know why he is sick!"

"You do?!"

"Its because he probably got given like, twenty billion vaccinations or something!"

"Oh! Yeah! That makes sense!"

It was then at that point that they got interrupted by someone. It appeared to be someone with headphones. As Iziti had yet to deactivate his Teal Oculus, Examination acted upon him immediately.

"Oh, your an alien. I wonder why there are so many humanoid looking aliens?"

"So your finally getting roommate huh? Well, an official one anyways. Isn't Iviri coming to visit soon?"

" know, I don't think your grandfather liked it when you slept over those few times".

" would think that, but he was perfectly okay with it".

Iziti turned off his Teal Oculus, switching to red eyes. However, they still had that glow, but Quintin had not seen his normal eyes yet so had no way of knowing if it was unnatural.

"Interesting...pairing up someone with sound and someone with sight..."

Zakar looked back at Primaris, and then noticed something. Three larger, older boys ran right past them....completely naked except for their room keys in their hands.

"I don't know any of the places you listed, but they sound super old. Errrr, my name is Zakar Verrevia, Prince of the Rosetta Kingdom. What is your name?"

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Quin looked at Iziti with a raised eyebrow. "So that's why they call you Oculus. That's a pretty cool talent there." He chuckled. He looked down at the boy who seemed ill. "Are you going to be okay?"

He put his hands into the pockets of his hoodie as he usually did when he was feeling out of place. When he did he felt something in there that he hadn't put in there. He pulled out a key to the dorm room. "What the...? The Headmaster! That sneaky guy." He looked down at the key. "I guess I could have just looked at the number on the key if I had known it was in there."

He turned back to Iziti. "Oh yeah, my name is Quintin Melotique, but you can call me Quin." He heard Zakar talk to the other boy. "No way, I'm a prince too! I didn't realize I'd be meeting other royalty. I'm the prince of Eurythma, well technically Lennoxia, but that's the ruling continent of Eurythma."

He looked down at his key then to his trunk. "Well it was nice to meet you guys, but I think I should go check out the dorm room and put my stuff away. I'm sure I'll see you guys later." He smiled before going to find the room that matched the number on the key. When he got there he set his trunk down and took out his clothes and put them away in the closet and dresser that seemed to be empty on one side of the room. He found a piece of paper on the empty desk and he picked it up to read his schedule. It wasn't going to be too many advanced classes which Quin was happy with. He was already too late to start on today's schedule so he set it down and put his headphones back on and laid down on the empty bed to relax and recharge his manna.

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It seemed that with the arrival of a new figure to this strange place the attention had been taken entirely off of him, something he didn't at all mind. It was like a weight had been lifted off of the poor boy which allowed Primaris to stagger back, one hand on his pounding head where that headache only continued to pound at the doors to his mind, whilst the other was clasped firmly around his throat, as if by some mere act of it simply being there that it could withdraw the burning from within his throat from where his ragged and pained gasping came out in staggered beats.

It only was after the fact that he even noticed he was being spoken to and even them it came faintly, as though one were trying to speak to him through a wall of water. He could hardly process the world around him, let alone the words caught upon his tongue. And yet, despite the fact his entire mouth had been windblasted from his struggling attempts to breath this most hostile air he finally managed to splutter out something similar to a response.

"I.. I am Primaris Et Primaris, Son of Athani, b.. b.. blessed serf to the Magos Al.. Aliandros... I... I come from Wolfsbane... Please... Where is the Alovai? Who is the Magos in these... these lands? I mu.. must return to... must r-return to my noble master or... or I shall suffer to... too great a torment... to bear."

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Iziti was a bit surprised when Quintin introduced himself as royalty, especially given what he had heard about royalty, but it seemed like what he heard before meeting Zakar and Quintin was way what his other brothers might think. Iziti did not know much about the world, and lacked real common sense. But he had a good sense of what seemed off, and he was sure they were just exceptions to the rule.

Though this might be weakened after he met or heard about a certain princess.

As Quintin left to head towards their room, Iziti turned back to the boy in front of them while glancing at Zakar who tried to help him up.

"So, some form of time space travel?"

Zakar nodded his head.

"Seems like it".

"Alright, guess I will help bring him up to speed" Iziti told Zakar, as his eyes turned purple. He had already finished with his red eyes, and that was examining time. Chronos let him have some sway over time, though it was odd and finicky. For some things, he could only see a few minutes...but for Primaris, he got some very old details. Using those details though, Iziti could use purple to influence Primaris' thoughts, and update his knowledge of the modern age he was in. Of course, Iziti himself had several gaps, and it already was not perfect to use purple this way, but it was the best option he could think of.

He figured it would help calm him down. Or, at least skip the time it would take for him to gather that information. He utilized the power of Purple Oculus, he filled Primaris with an update he would understand, as well as a few theories of what happened to him. Even if he had a general idea of what happened, and on how to allow Primaris to understand, he was unable to get specifics from that far back, such as about the entity responsible.


While Quintin was resting on his bed, suddenly the door began to open suddenly. Not knocked on, not forced open, but opened naturally. At the door was a boy clad in a towel, with a roomkey around his neck held by a special chain. He had white hair and red eyes, just like Iziti, but his eyes did not have the glow Quintin would have seen in Iziti (as Iziti never released his power). Although he had a towel, he was still dripping wet. His height was shorter then Iziti, and he looked younger. He walked in while closing the door behind him, before he noticed Quintin.

He had grabbed his towel on his waist already to help dry him off when this happened, so it got into a situation where he was in an embarrassing situation. One that would result in most to freeze up in embarrassment and...

"Who are you?!"

Iviri was raised in a lab though, and never had clothing until after they escaped as the scientists treated them like lab rats and never gave them any. He had been forced to run combat drills like that, so even if he was embarrassed, he was already in combat mode.

"Trigger On!"

Suddenly, Iviri's body glowed in light, and his original body was replaced with one wearing strange looking clothing that was tough and would act like armor, while his Spirit Guardian appeared at his side in it's small form. Additionally, two glowing cubes appeared to float above Iviri's palms which were facing upward, holding powerful energy.

"Why are you in brother's room?!"

While he asked that question, he set a few surprises in place just in case.

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Something felt instantly wrong, that even whilst he was drowning within the despair of himself as his world was upending upon itself it seemed as though there were more things to weigh him down. Before he could even fully comprehend what was happening he felt... A force upon his mind and a compulsion in his soul pressed into him, burned and brandished his being with a sense of knowing and knowledge that was never meant for his mind. Everything came swelling into him, liquids, sounds, smells, faces, concepts, life, death, faith, powers, nothingness, righteousness.



He saw speeding boxes of steel, stern hands on iron rods, blank faces behind panes of glass, cold white tiles in a cold plain room, a false life cast aside, the feeling of rain on skin, the smell of raw ozone, the burning of rubber on tarmac, the shattering of glass, the sight of a moon in the sky, birds of iron and magic soaring through clouds as soft as dreams. He saw it all in a blink of an eye and in a life time of a god and for one brief moment everything seemed so utterly clear that he could almost reach out and with one hand hold the entirety of everything in one outstretched hand and feel every last atom passing through his fingers.


And then, almost as suddenly as the feeling of power had come over him it ripped away from him again, leaving him reeling and falling down onto one knee, barely being able to stop himself from falling flat on his face. It took him a moment to compose himself and calm the heavy and rapid beating of his heart as he blinked quickly, trying to understand the flashes of the afterimages he saw in those brief moments of darkness.

"I am... So far from home... None of this place makes any sense to me... I.. I come from a land called Mundus, in the Realm of Wolfsbane.... I suppose none of that really matters now, I imagine they're long gone... Along with my father.... Did the Alovai... No, impossible." Painfully he stood back up, struggling against the throbbing pain in his head. "I'm sorry, I... I should compose myself better." Here he bowed low to both Iziti and Zakar. "My master must no doubt be dead. In his absence and by your right of birth I am now your indentured serf." It seemed he was addressing Iziti as he remained bowed with his face pointed directly at the floor, eyes closed.

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Iziti honestly had no fucking clue what was going on right now. All he did was give him some (incomplete) information about the world, and now he was being bowed to. And that was with a prince near him. He looked towards Zakar, and saw...Zakar was completely laughing at the situation, granted he was doing it silently.

But it was obvious he was still laughing!

He was laughing so hard one had to praise his skills to keep it totally silent and out of Primaris' eyesight!

"You know what, lets get some answers!"

Completely unaware of what to do, Iziti just looked around and thought some things. And then, completely unaware of what was going on in his room and in Primaris' head...Iziti decided it would be best to delve into his memories to figure it out, utilizing his Oculus at full power to delve into Primaris' mind, while also putting the broken pieces back together in the process to return his personality to normal. Notably, anything Iziti discovered Primaris would remember as well.


"You met I....I mean, niichan? Then...which one?! Can you tell me his name?!"

Iviri had almost said Iziti's name outloud, but stopped himself and said something different, and in a different language no less. Though that was less surprising, they had been forced to learn multiple languages so that they could be sold to whoever the scientists felt like selling them too. It was something Iviri did to throw him off.

The cubes began to glow brightly, but he eyed the key.

"Show me me it works in the lock, and then maybe I wont blast you to pieces".

Iviri did not drop his guard once, as he was still remembering the potential threat of the scientists sending someone after them, As a result, he was wary of the person in front of him who he had never met before.

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The world around them seemed to go dark, very very dark in fact as Iziti entered into the world of Primaris' memories. Things were scrambled at first, skipping from point to point as the boy himself was trying to process just what exactly was going on with the world, his own memories were jumbling across each other in a sporadic display of thoughts and sound that hardly seemed to connect in any simple fashion that could be understood by any sane mind.

A brief flash of sunlight glittered off of the summer snows as it settled on the mountaintops. A far younger and far thinner Primaris stood, bare chested against the cold, shivering violently against the iron manacles around his slender throat weighed down on the raw and cracked skin underneath where it had scraped away his bare skin. There was a hissing sound behind him as coals were shifted by an iron poker and a lump of nervousness caught in his throat just moments before a rough hand clasped down painfully tight on his shoulder. He only had a moment to try to draw a frightened breath before a terrible pain exploded across his back along with the stench of searing flesh as he was marked, branded now and forever as nothing more than property. A slave.

The thoughts and pained memories of that day shifted and melted away like a house of sand in the morning tide, colours swirling and melding until they reformed once more into something new. He was stood outside, the snow all around him once more and the cold, still present but far less biting now against the thick robes that clung around him. He was knelt, along with a half dozen of his fellow serfs, behind his master, holding clasped in his hand was a small lantern that shone with a pale blue weirlight. He knew from what little he had been permitted to read that this only happened in the presence of beings of magic, no doubt as a result of being so close to his Magos, who stood before a great statue, arms raised as though he were trying to embrace it. They were knelt in a temple built of onyx and marble, with twisting pillars which held crawling serpents of ivory fastened upon them holding up nothing for there was no roof in this most holy of places. Primaris' knew he was supposed to keep his face down, he was not worthy of looking upon that statue- the statue of the Alovai, God of Gods, He who Guides, but he couldn't resist the simple pull. It was nothing more than a quick glance up but it was enough to sear the image into his brain. The statue was carved out of granite and it seemed the black robes of the Alovai were swirling around his majesty even though they were fixed in place, one hand was outstretched as though he were leaning forward to pull a friend up from the dirt and the muck of the world. And in that featureless face were affixed a pair of large yellow sapphires that shone like demons of nightmares in the faint blue light clutched in his fearful hands.

And then once again the memory shifted and tore away again, everything turned darker still as the blue light was replaced with a faint orange glow and those yellow lights seemed affixed before him... And yet... Now, the images before them weren't through Primaris' eyes, but rather from next to him. For Primaris' stood there, next to Primaris' One looked at the other who stared forwards, frozen but for a moment.
"What? But I'm... There? How?" His head snapped away from the memory of himself to look over to Iziti, a confused look in his eyes only for his mouth to fall open and him to step backwards a short step as his attention was drawn to something behind the boy.

There stood, with the plain and ordinary spear only just being discarded from gloved hands to be planted tip first within the very stone of the tower itself was the Alovai, looking every bit as he remembered from moments ago. A breath caught in his throat as the memory resumed once more, a memory that had only just been lived for himself moments ago. Just as his past self had done and still did next to him, he remained fixed in place, being utterly unable to tear his eyes away from the baleful golden eyes set within that mask of black.

He heard the same words that the ancient being had said to him only moments ago, hearing them with fresh ears gave him no clearer understanding of just who exactly who it was he was supposed to find. As the Alovai passed by Iziti without even breaking his stride at their presence he wondered whether this was the person he was supposed to seek out, it was clearly a being with great magical power and that no doubt elevated him far beyond Primaris' status. Thankfully it seemed the past version of himself and the Alovai didn't even know they were there as the memory continued onwards, and it was no small sense of trepidation that clutched the boys heart as he saw the masked beings hand lazily raise up to the past version of himself's face. And just as it had before, a searing pain tore through his entire being as the gloved fingers were pressed against the bare skin of his past selves forehead. It lasted just as long as it had the first time and was no less unpleasant for having experienced it before.

Even as he watched the conversation come to where he expected it to close suddenly as it had before something strange happened. It continued past where he should be able to remember. Where before everything had gone black and he had suddenly come to his senses in some strange bed on another world things carried onwards. Where the conversation abruptly ended he saw his own past self crumple onto the floor, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he collapsed. The Alovai looked down at the white robed boy as he lay upon the ground for a moment before slowly turning on his heel and looking directly and purposefully at Iziti, cold contempt glowering within his golden eyes before everything once more went crashing into darkness with a feeling as though the memory was being forced close and would not open again.

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"I see..."

Iziti was a little shocked...or maybe impressed, at Primaris. So he is not a normal human afterall...just physically he seems normal...unless, that thing did that on purpose...perhaps, in case anyone did go and do this?

Iziti knew that it was impossible for the Scribe to know where they were, who they were, and so on. In addition to that being a private viewing, it was impossible for anyone to have seen where they were, as it was a random placement and they could move around in the area containing the memory. In other words, he must have gotten lucky. Iziti did not panic and paid it no further mind, turning back towards Primaris.

That space at the end seemed interesting though, and Iziti sensed something...familiar?...about it.

"I hope you have some sort of detection ability" Iziti said, as he shrugged. "I hate to tell you, but that description described quite a few people here".

The timing...I wonder...

"What is it, Iziti?"

Zakar's voice entered his head naturally, without any energy or link. This was a secure private telepathic channel.

This guy...might have been sent to monitor or get close to Atrix...

" mean Millen's son?!"

Or Millen himself, or the headmaster, or such. But Atrix only just was discovered and enrolled, so it feels likely.

Yes, Iziti and Zakar had a good idea of who Primaris was sent to monitor. Zakar was a prince of the Rosetta Kingdom. And he knew about Millen, and the true story about what happened. So did the rest of the Royal Family once they reached a certain age, and a few others they trusted to help. They only discovered what really happened between The Hero and the Demon King afterwards, and by that time many crimes had already been committed, including against the Demon King himself. So, they helped Millen fade into a life of whatever he wanted.

Of course, they did this all discreetly, so the help was not that big. But it was enough for Millen to eventually sneak away on his own and not be bothered by people, everyone thinking the Demon King is dead.

As for Iziti, he knew because he occasionally worked for the Royal Palace. That was why he and his siblings had been able to show up here and attend. They still avoided all coming at once to prevent being found out, so many where scattered all over. But it meant they had a place to kick up their feet and take a breath. Iziti was the only one who possessed a power to detect Demon King Blood, no one else did, so when they were contacted by the Headmaster, Iziti was chosen to use examination on Atrix. Of course, to use it at full power he had to directly see Atrix's whole body without obstruction, which the Headmaster helped with.

"So, it seems like you have not eaten in quite awhile. Should we all go to the cafeteria?"

"Errr, Zakar, I should probably check on my roommate first. Besides, I want to tell him what to say in case my brother stops by. Otherwise, things could get messy".


Iviri looked at the man. First, it was with shock. Then, a bit of paying attention. Then there was a bit of understanding. But there was also rage.

"Violence? You call this violence?"

Iviri looked at the one in front of him with his teeth clenched.

"You think peace is that easy to acquire?! don't understand a thing about people..."

"Then in exchange for causing a huge uproar, why not show him as punishment?"

Suddenly, the conversation was interrupted by a white and gold tiger with lightning around it, staring down at both of them.


"Its partially your fault this all started. Or do I need to make you by force?"

Iviri looked at the tiger, his brother's Spirit Guardian, a little more before turning off his combat form. He immediately held his towel so it was in front of him, but Iviri was closer then before. Close enough for Quintin to see surgical scars all over his body. Most of them if not all of them would seem unnecessary.

"You are lucky" Iviri said as he found his stuff and quickly put them on after creating a wall using his power to project energy shields. "You get to at least have a chance to try and be what you want. Not everyone gets that. And don't think you know how bad violence can get, or that peace is easy to acquire".

Iviri finally stepped out again, fully dressed.

"Because you never know what someone lower might have gone through".

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Primaris was still bowed forwards, his back starting to ache at the base of his spine as he remained motionless before Iziti. He was still trying to process what he had just seen and was struggling to even piece this whole world together, he had already chalked up the images of his past to whatever strange feeling the obviously more powerful boy had placed over him when he taught him all he knew of this world. He almost jumped when he realised that the two before him were actually addressing him.

"So, it seems like you have not eaten in quite awhile. Should we all go to the cafeteria?" That was Zakar, it seemed. The thought of food made his stomach contract painfully. It wasn't something he was unfamiliar with by any means, this hunger. He had spent many nights staring up at the sky through the iron bars of his small cell, the weight of his chains digging into his skin, too hungry to sleep, the thoughts of even the barest scrap of wheat playing through his mind like the song of silken harp strings. Though, he supposed it was to be expected all things considering since he seemed to have moments ago voided the last food he had eaten in countless life times.

He didn't get a chance to answer before Iziti spoke before him.
"Errr, Zakar, I should probably check on my roommate first. Besides, I want to tell him what to say in case my brother stops by. Otherwise, things could get messy". He straightened up again, though he kept his face averted from his betters.
"I will go where you command, Magos Iziti." His voice was low with the practiced monotone of one who had reverence beaten into him. It was only natural that Iziti would be a Magos, that great and powerful group of magiseers who ruled over lesser men like he through nothing more than the simple virtue of that they were born with the power to dominate. It was the will of the Alovai, he told himself, the weak obey or are destroyed by the strong and the strong vie with each other for strength, it was the natural way.

He would go where the Magos commanded.

He obeyed.

He would obey.

He had no other choice.

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As the group (?) headed towards Iziti's room....


Astera, watching this scene, stepped forward...and swept his paw across to smack both of them in the head!

"There. Both of you stop using antagonistic words towards each other. Now here are the options. You can settle this now by stoping this argument and leaving it be, or I beat you both into submission, tearing up everything in the process, and then you can apologize to each other in those states forcibly".

"Owwww!" Iviri yelled as he rubbed his head. "That was too hard!"

"If it was soft, you would not get it!"

Astera then looked over at the man. "Anyways, you both created this whole mess with how you handled it, so in the future do keep in mind just how sensitive one can be to words. Or I will make it worse for both of you".


Iziti put his key into the door, turned and opened it to find Iviri, Quintin, and Astera.

"So...what happened here?"

Iziti actually already knew everything thanks to his link with Astera who told him everything, but he acted like he didn't.

"Nothing happened!"

"Oh good. We are getting some food. Want to see the Cafeteria Quintin? And Iviri....why do those clothes look damp? You didn't change into clothes without drying off first, right?"

"No no! Its just....the water I was drinking was in a bottle that got damaged, and it got a little on me! Its all fine!"

"Ah, okay, shall we go get food?"

"Y..yes! Coming!"

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When the tiger hit him, it suddenly became clear to Quin how much he was instigating this and the tiger's words made sense. Hit didn't even feel the urge to fight back as he normally would the instant anything had attacked him. "Sorry I took it so personal." Quin muttered before Iziti came into the room.

"Yeah, nothing much happened." Quin grinned his casual grin.

"Oh good. We are getting some food. Want to see the Cafeteria Quintin?"

"Well I already went there earlier when I was looking for you, the Headmaster is a weird one, but I didn't get to eat very much." Quin said as he heard his stomach growling.

Quin grabbed his headphones and put them around his neck. He didn't want to come off as a loner and people included you more in a conversation if they knew you could hear them. Granted he could listen to his music and have a conversation, but most people wouldn't know that.

"Good to see that you're on your feet." He chuckled to Primaris. "My name's Quintin, or Quin if you like sorry I didn't introduce myself to you earlier, you seemed a little out of it" He extended his hand to shake Primaris' as they went to the cafeteria.

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Primaris followed a few steps behind Iziti, his hands folded in front of him and his head slightly bowed keeping his gaze averted from his betters. He tried his best to not listen into the conversation that was unfolding before him, it was not his place to eavesdrop and he had learned long ago by way of a sharp application of birch twigs that he was to stand silent and unobserved until he was called upon to service his masters whim.

He had to admit to himself though that his ears did prickle at the sound of food. The smell of warm bread was a constant wake up call when he was growing up, having the good fortune for his cell to be located just beneath the kitchens meant that though he was more often than not only eating the scraps and leftovers from his masters table he could at least dream of the taste of fresh bread, imagine the feeling of how it must be soft and warm rather than cold and stiff from sitting stale for hours. He was glad his body was used to such a hunger for his stomach did not growl at the idea of the petty portions he was so used to.

Once more followed behind, making sure to walk far enough away that nobody would assume wrongly that he was attempting to place himself as the equals of the Magos but close enough that he would be on hand should he require him. It took a moment for him to realise that someone was talking to him, the one from earlier who had sped past who introduced himself as Quintin.
"Ah.. I.. I thank you for your kindness, sir." His voice was low and lacking in emotion, a practised monotone that served to draw no ire from his betters. A confused look spread across his face like the blossoming of a rose as he looked down at the hand that was offered to him, having no idea how to address the action he simply blinked slowly, hoping that someone would explain before he caused some form of offence.

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Quin could see the look of confusion on the young man's face. "Oh, I'm sorry. I sometimes forget that other cultures have different greeting habits." He smiled at the kid. Something seemed out of place about him, as if he wasn't on the same frequency as the others here. Quin was sensitive to subtle dimensional vibrations like these, he assumed he was from another universe and thought nothing more of it.

"So how's the music program here? I mean I know the school is for magic and science mostly, but there has to be some sort of extracurricular music program around here, right? Like a choir, glee club, or a band of some kind?" Quin asked hoping to find something that he would enjoy around here that didn't involve violence or training to fight.

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"Oh good, everyone is getting and arts, huh?"

Iziti couldn't help but smile a little when he heard that. It's good that at least some people have found what they want to do in life...then again, a few of us have as well. Ivera is a Detective after all...

"I have one idea. Watch this!"

"Wait, are you planning to..."

Suddenly, Iziti activated his Oculus...but revved it up at a power that was higher then normal. At the same time, it did not target them directly, but rather the location they were in. It was a combination of the Purple Oculus and the Red show something he experienced this morning.

The entire setting warped around them, to re-create the image. Suddenly, they were appearing to stand in the middle of one of the plaza areas on campus, even though they didn't actually move at all. At first, it seemed silent and peaceful, but the scenario was moving...and it moved to a particular spot on Campus, when something started to happen. At first, there were just a few students that had gathered. There were a number with injuries, which might imply battle, but the setting was peaceful.

And then, one of the Academy's bands came out. But this was not a normal band. Not just humans and elves and dwarves, but Beastfolk, Sentient Androids, Some sort of Plant Creature/person, and other humanoidish and even some blatant non-humanoid students showed up. Notably, they had the School Uniform on, even though it was optional several spares would be provided by the school, and it was meant for safety, but it also had benefits like being comfortable, and even helped deal with colds.

They had all sorts of instruments, old and new, ancient and futuristic. Some had enchantments, some had cybernetic modifications, but all at once they began to play and sing. It was a chorus that had beauty which surpassed reason and logic, and they even had a few people who danced, including a particular red haired scythe wielder, but that was besides the point since none of them had met him before....except Zakar.

The music not just permeated the soul, but those with injuries seemed to begin to heal and rejuvenate. But at the same time, it was not something that was made just to heal. It had a beauty to it, a magnificence, that even though they were not listening to it directly technically, a part of it could still be felt...if they attended in person, it would definitely be felt.

Colors and other special effects made from either magic or technology came out, and it was made into quite a display. A feeling of bliss and energy could be felt, like if one woke up feeling it would be a perfect day. It was as if the very concept of a true morning had been imbedded into them...and if one was to be there itself for this display, with all those members, it most likely would.

As it finally ended, Iziti stopped the performance.

"If we go to eat at one of the Plazas, even if they are farther then the cafeteria, we might be able to see them play again".