Flugel gives a relaxed shrug, his gaze drifting toward the horizon as a faint, wistful smile crosses his face.
"Soon, later... time doesn't matter much to me. After the life I've led, the journey tends to be more fulfilling than the destination. Whatever comes next, you can +
"I'm sure you'll find interesting things around this universe ~! Exploring should be accompanied by good companions. It makes the experience more enjoyable with new horizons to discover."
Floating upwards to peek over the landscape for a moment, coming back down. "We're +
Flugel tilts his head, a faintly amused smile forming as he regards the stranger.
"You make it sound so easy. Many an omniscient being has tried forcing their will upon this place before, and none fared well. What makes you think you'll be any different?"
“Hm. Intruiging… Then this world should be no less different than the prior… I’ll have to make haste of my work to end the bottled struggles properly...”
(The entity proceeds to dig his eye out and plop it into a long, stretched shadow that runs along the tower.)
Flugel glances toward the defaced statue, studying it with mild curiosity before shrugging.
"How long? I'd need a closer look to say. The stone may remember more than I do, though I suspect it would be rather reluctant to share."
"It busies itself with many things, truth be told. Magic, politics, spirits, sins, virtues... the list goes on."
Flugel stretches, as though burdened by the weight of what he remembers.
"Most knew me as the Great Sage Flugel. These days, I'm mostly forgotten. By my own design."
“Curious…”
(The man walks around the area as he examines the world he’s stumbled into.)
“Tell me, what does this world toil itself with?…”
(His head turns back to face Flugel. Before approaching him.)
“Who are you?…”
"Very relevant, I'd argue. How else does society advance if not by learning from its past? It's a tale as old as time, at least in my experience. As for the souls, correct. Existences without an expiration tend to create assholes or psychopaths. I'm more the former, thankfully."
“…Filtered?…”
(The man’s expression slowly frowns.)
“Are they not of themselves after being reused?…”
“Are those memories even relevant to this reality if they are but stored in books?…”
"You're looking at the man who oversees the filtering of souls for reuse in this reality. Their memories are siphoned into Books of the Dead, kept within my watchtower's library."
Flugel explains with a casual nod, closing his eyes as though discussing something ordinary.
(An eyebrow raises as he seems intrigued by his response.)
“Is this to be true?…”
(His arms sink back into his cloak.)
“Are you truly not blinded like the rest?… Have I finally found a being that understands what I seek to end?…”
"Cycle of torment, you say? And you're SURE you're not working with a witch? Interesting."
Flugel tilts his head, considering the words for a moment before a faint smile returns.
"You're speaking to someone who knows those types of cycles all too well."
“Humor isn’t how I’d describe it…”
(His boots plant on the ground as he tugs back at his glove before dusting off his cloak.)
“This isn’t a game that I want to play… It’s a goal I’ve given to myself to end the cycle of torment…”
The mage can't help but chuckle at the entity's boldness right out the gate, a faint grin forming beneath his hood.
"No allegiance to any witch, eh? That's a new one. So you're simply existing for the love of the game, much like myself? How wonderfully humorous."
(Emerges out of Flugel’s shadow and holds his hat as he stares down at them from behind.)
“You’re bold to assume that some individual conjured me… Yet that is not the case…”
(The air slowly turns cold as the shadows in the surrounding area slowly merge within his body.)
『@ShiveringPeace 』
Flugel smirks as he senses the unseen presence, folding his arms.
"Some sort of shade, daring to approach me? What did Satella conjure you to do this time?"
He speaks with the certainty of someone who has already assumed where the stranger came from.
Flugel leans back with the same quiet, knowing smile.
"Death is only a momentary inconvenience to people like us, Natsuki. You know that. And you're right about her. It's all she's ever known, and likely all she'll know. A simple creature, much like you."
“Doesn’t change the fact that you just left her there like she isn’t a person be happy I’m not hitting you square in the face for her since I doubt she would hit you unless told so now again go back to being dead”
Flugel chuckles, rubbing his chin with a smirk.
"I expected no less cold a reception. It speaks more to me than fake kindness. Apprentices need hardship and dedication. Reluctantly, I'm proud of what she managed in my absence. She won't hear it from me, lest she get ideas."
“Tch if that’s all you came for then why don’t you go back to being dead or I’ve got nothing more to say to you except fuck you for what you did to shaula”
he turned away to light a cigarette
"Hope is the most persistent illusion—only in silence can the world finally rest."
🌑An OC that is not new to RP.
🌑The writer is a freelancer.
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Flugel gives a quiet chuckle, folding his arms as his knowing smile lingers.
"Oh, trust me, that was never an option for you. Something far greater, or far worse, has always been on the table. How your path bends will make or break you. I'll be watching, as I always have."
“Look I don’t know what you mean by falling into place but I won’t stop until I get the best ending for everyone and I certainly won’t turn out like you or echidna”