Brave

Heyooooo! So a little bit before we start: For those of you who are new or don't remember me, I used to go by the names Nirvash and Brave Soul and I'm a bit of an old one when it comes to Reborn. I'm 22 years old, I have one cat, my favorite food is quesedillas and anything Mexican in general (ladies ), and I really like science and teh vidya gaems. That being said, I invite any and all questions (within reason) as an exercise in getting to know me better while also becoming more acquainted with you lovely psychopaths people of the Reborn community! Remember to have fun with it and try not to be rude (I'm looking at you, Erick jk ily). Now then. Ask me anything!

That feel when she comes back and says she might be starting to love you and all the sudden, these emotions come flooding back and you're not sure what to do with them because of various reasons. Also, hi, guys, been a while.

The Heavenly Tournament : Succeeding Solomon Summary: The twilight of the golden age approaches as, unbeknownst to the world, its guardian, Solomon, grows weary. Since the advent of life, God King Solomon has stood sentinel over the world, guiding and defending it to the best of his ability but for all his power, such a task is incredibly draining. Now, as his own life wanes, he makes a decree to the deities of this world: “Should the strongest among you be found, send them to me and they shall inherit my crown.” The gods of the Pantheon heed Solomon’s words and organize a contest to find the strongest among them. Since direct combat between them would reduce the world to cinders, the gods see only one way to settle the score and involve the lives of those who call this world home. The gods send out a rallying cry swearing to grant the wishes of any who would enter into a contract with them in return for their aid in the contest. With the game afoot and history rounding a new turning point, the Pantheon enters pitched combat via their chosen champions, all seventy-two with their own reason to covet the title of God King. Chapter 0: Winds of Change, Howl Sat round their regular corner table at their accustomed spot in the courtyard of the cafe they would commonly visit in the afternoon were three students, two young women and a young man, all three sporting azure cloaks emblazoned with black owls. The shorter of the girls, a brown-skinned, round-faced brunette with her hair in a fishtail braid and a disinterested way about her stirred sugar into her tea, while the slim and pale blonde drummed her fingers on the table and glared pointedly at the first, totally ignoring her eclair. Sat opposite them was a rather haggard young man with short dusty blonde hair wearing a gray vest over his white dress shirt. “What about Leonard’s Librarie? I can’t remember the last time we went there,” he suggested. “Three days ago,” the girl stirring her tea said instantly. “Right after classes because Emmeryn wanted a copy of The Warlock and you, David, wanted wells with green ink in them because blue ‘wasn’t your color’ or something.” Shetook a sip and looked at David to continue. “Uh… Avalon Park, maybe?” the boy said feebly. “No, that’s --” “In the Lavender Quarter and none of us can get in there,” the blonde girl said before the other could open her mouth. “That’s what you were gonna say, right, Sadia?” The girl called Sadia nodded. “I was also going to say ‘boring’ but I think that much is obvious.” David sighed and put his head in his hands, defeated. “So since nothing we think up is going to interest our fair Lady Sadia, where would she like to go today?” he asked. A smile tugged at Sadia’s lips and she reached into the bag hanging on her seat. “ Now that you mention it,” she said as she placed an ornate silver rod on the table, “I do need a new focus for this.” “Your staff looks fine to me. What’s wrong with the one you’ve got now?” David asked. He picked up the rod and started inspecting the hunk of citrine, cut and polished and big as his fist, that topped it. Emmeryn cut in, suspicion lacing her tone. “And more importantly, where do you plan on obtaining one?” At this, Sadia grinned. “Glad you asked! The caravans are gathering outside the city again --” “Of course it’s outside the city,” Emmeryn said. “Is it already that time of year again?” David wondered aloud. “-- and if we show some initiative, make it to them before they’ve cleared customs, I’m betting there’s a good chance we can sneak a peek at what they’ve got before anyone else! We can do some haggling and try for a good price!” “Do we really need to leave the city for something we could do at five different shops in this quarter alone?” Emmeryn muttered with a roll of her hazel eyes. “We go to the same shops and the same places every day, Emm. I already know what’s here and none of it’s good enough. I want to see the things that come from elsewhere and, besides, it’s more fun this way!” insisted Sadia. “I think you mean ‘more dangerous’,” David replied as he gave a glowering Sadia her rod back. “The shops here are honest; traveling caravans will do or say anything they can to make you overpay for something you probably don’t even need.” “Not to mention if they see you really want something, they won’t hesitate to swindle you out of every last piece you’ve got,” Emmeryn added swiftly. “That’s why we haggle!” Sadia slammed her fist on the table. Emmeryn let out a barking laugh. “Ha! With people that’ve been doing this their whole lives? Who are backed by mercenaries who only care about how much they get paid? Right, good luck with that.” “I think what Emm means,” David said before Sadia could respond in kind to the other girl, “is that we’re kids to them, Sadia, and that means we’re either an easy target or not worth their time.” “We’re sixteen years old, David, and Emm is almost seventeen. I wouldn’t call us children.” “They would,” the blonde girl said. “Honestly, Dia, I’m never going to understand your obsession with the outside.” “It’s not an obsession,” Sadia countered hotly. “It’s a healthy interest, and I’ll never get why you’re not more interested! There’s so much more out there than Zonwu and right on the city’s doorstep are people that can show and tell us all about it.” “Sweetie, you live in a three hundred year old that was built on the back of a giant land tortoise!” Emmeryn said standing from her seat. “There’s so much here you haven’t even seen yet and you’re in a hurry to leave? I just don’t get it.” “So we’re not going?” asked Sadia. Her two friends shook their heads. “Unless you want to go alone. I’d really rather not deal with the merchants until after they’ve cleared their way into the city,” Emm said bluntly. She finished her eclair in two bites and clapped the crumbs off her hands. “Just not worth the trouble to me. Sorry.” “I kinda have to side with Emm on this one, Dia…” David said nervously scratchinghis arm. “Besides, it’s starting to get a little late and we’ve still got that paper to write on crystal engineering, so hitting the library sounds like a good idea.” “You still haven’t done that?” “Not all of us can be star students like you, Dia,” Emmeryn laughed. “Fine,” sighed the brunette. Sadia stood and smoothed out her black uniform skirt, adjusting the strap hanging from her belt holding a large blue grimoire to her side. “Go do your paper; I’ll find some way to keep myself occupied.” The three paid for their food and parted ways from the cafe’s cobblestone patio, Emmeryn and David headed north towards the library of the Gabora College and Sadia meandering off into the heavy foot traffic of Zonwu’s Merchant Quarter, Arlowe. Arlowe consisted mainly of low buildings of dark wood and yellow limestone, most no higher than two and a half stories, with burnt orange terracotta roof tiles glowing in the late sunlight. Some buildings had rooftop gardens or balconies jutting out into the alleyways; the streets were clay and the sidewalks paved with brick and lined with all manner of plant life: bright flowers and shrubs and bushes and, when afforded space to grow, spindly maple trees with magenta leaves and proud dogwood trees with their white flowers in bloom. The street widened as Sadia approached Genbu Circle, a wide and bustling plaza rimmed by stores and other establishments centered around a copper fountain dominated by the statue jade-eyed statue of an ancient land tortoise. Supposedly, the statue was in the image of the very creature upon which the city was built, though Sadia had her doubts about this. The city was founded three centuries ago after the tortoise settled into the valley to die, and it was said that no one really knew what it looked like. Supposedly, its kind were all extinct. Sadia chalked it up to the artistic license of the fountain’s architect and left it at that. Whether or not the statue was accurate mattered not because at the very western edge of the district, high on a ridge where the tortoiseshell met the countryside, lay a temple almost small enough to be called a shrine. She hadn’t visited it in a while but, on days like this, would sit in the shade and watch the sunset while she dreamed of the outside world. It was cool and shady and mostly private (nearly everyone in Arlowe knew of it yet chose not to frequent the spot unless they had need of it), but what she liked most about it was its status as the best vantage point in this part of the city. From it, Sadia could see well onto the horizon, watch the Argum River twist off into the sunset, and spy on the incoming caravans all at once. If she couldn’t leave the city to see them in person, she figured, watching them arrive would be the next best thing. Briskly, Sadia cut through the chattering crowds ignoring the shouting vendors and moving west towards her destination. Once free of the throng, she cut into an alleyway, took out her rod and conjured a gust of wind that vollied her onto the rooftops. From there, she leapt from roof to roof until the stone pavement disappeared and the houses shrank and her boots touched down on the countryside at the very edge of Arlowe. The path changed from stone to dirt and wound uphill, neatly lined by cypress trees and wildflowers. After a few minutes of walking and humming softly to herself, the sun hung just over the horizon and Sadia found herself at the gate of the temple perched near the edge of the tortoiseshell. The temple wasn’t very much; just a mossy stone dais and a slightly unkempt shrine at the back behind a violet wooden arch. Under the purple roof of the shrine sat a statue roughly the girl’s height depicting a three-eyed shirtless figure with wild hair and wolfish features the girl knew to be one of the old deities, nearly forgotten in this age: Marchosias, the Warrior King. Sadia lay her rod across her lap to sit at the edge of the dais facing the sunset and gazed over the rim of the shell at the steady river of caravans pulled by spiral-horned ox flowing towards the city gate. “Look at all of them,” she whispered, entranced and envious. “Coming from who knows where to visit here, of all places. I wonder what they’ve seen on the way?” Breathing out a sigh, the girl produced a small notebook from her bag and started jotting down what she saw. Wagons of all sizes and colors trundled up the road while their drivers spurred the beasts pulling them on; merchants chatted with their employers and the hired mercenaries; people or sitting on the backs and tops of the wagons ever vigilant despite their proximity to Zonwu. Sadia could see their lips moving but none of their conversations could be heard from her spot, a fact she cursed. It was almost as if they were teasing her curiosity, daring her to jump off the ledge and join them if she wanted to know what was being said. Almost too quickly passed the hour. Evening fell, the stars came out for the night and she knew the torches in the town behind her had been lit by the city watch at least a half hour ago. It was well past time to return home. Grumbling reluctantly, Sadia gathered her things and approached the shrine to pay her respects before leaving. She waved her staff, muttered an incantation, and the fire bowls on either side of the statue came to life. Kneeling before the idol as she had countless times before, Sadia bowed her head and touched the inscription on the pedestal: “Speak your ambition and pray”. “Help me see what’s outside this place,” she pleaded. “Someday soon? I’ll be nearly of age next year so maybe by then? There’s too much out there past this place and I want to see it for myself. So please…” Silence reigned for a while as the girl meditated on that wishing for some sign that the old god heard her. Legend contended that if he had, Marchosias would send a breeze as proof and even though legends were just legends, a part of her still hoped. The air was still and chilly as she looked expectantly at the statue. It returned her gaze with a blank one of its own. “Of course not,” she conceded, standing to leave. “Thanks anyway.” A breeze rushed through the grass and trees at that moment and, startled, Sadia faced the statue again. A grin slowly spread across her face, excitement and disbelief overtaking her features. The wind grew stronger then, whipping her hair about her face and ripping leaves from the trees to scatter about. “Thank you, thank you!” she cried. “Next year then? You’ll help me leave by next year?” As if to answer her, the breeze grew stronger and began circling the temple; the fire in the bowls struggled to stay lit, flickering against the howling wind. As it grew to a roaring gale, the wind carried with it a voice, deep and echoing and clear against the din. “Next year?” The fires died that instant plunging all into darkness and sending fear to grip Sadia’s chest. Bewildered, she spun about frantically trying to get a grip on what was happening. The eyes of Marchosias’ statue suddenly burned like indigo stars, frightening Sadia away from it and onto the stone dais. Her foot made contact with the structure and the same light erupted forth, moving and twisting across the surface of the dais to scrawl out a magic circle. “I doubt either of us can wait that long,” the voice said. “Who’s there?!” Sadia cried helplessly. “What do you want?!” “The same thing you do: freedom! You and I are kindred spirits, child. We’ve waited far too long to sit and wait another year. It’s time we leave this place! Together!” “Who are you?!” “You know who I am.” the voice declared proudly. “Thirty-fifth of the Pantheon, the Warrior King and Saint of the Ambitious, Marchosias! Was it not you who called to me, Sadia Aspiza?” “How do you know my name?” Sadia demanded but the god continued as if she’d never spoke. “Sadia, if you still wish to see this world with your own eyes, then my offer is this: accept me into your heart and carry my will as your own! Swear this and I will return it in kind. By my blessing, you will be free! Free to roam, free to explore as you’ve so longed!” The circle was finished now, glowing like a beacon in the night and nearly blinding Sadia. She stumbled backwards and fell looking towards the sky for any sign of the source of the god’s voice. “I-I…” she stuttered. “Can trust you?” “I am nothing if not honest and I seek not to harm you,” the bodiless voice answered. “Should you accept, then the both of us shall see our wishes made real, this I swear. You need only do the same.” Shielding her face from the wind, Sadia stood and forced her nerves down. In spite of this, her whole body still trembled like the leaves tossed about in the maelstrom. “A chance like this won’t come again, will it?” “No. Refuse and I will leave to seek another. So I ask once more: will you accept me into your heart?” “Then I accept!” she shouted into the gale. No sooner than she did, the statue’s burning eyes projected themselves into the circle and blinked. Three eyes sparkling like amethysts took form several feet above her and, like a ship emerging from the fog, a massive leg clad in baggy white cloth stepped forth from the wall of wind. The rest of a body followed, sturdy and muscled covered in sparse chestnut fur with a gold and silver belt inscribed with the same magic circle carved in the ground round its middle; wild black hair curtained the eyes as the god’s beastlike face took form, proud and noble and undeniably frightening. A halo rotated behind him as did two golden wheels floating just behind his canine ankles, and a chalk white snake twenty feet in length slithered out of the aether with its mouth agape, amber eyes unblinking and fixed on Sadia. The girl followed the serpent’s body upwards and saw, to her complete shock, that it grew out of Marchosias’ braided hair. “Then it begins tonight!” Frozen in place by fear and awe, Sadia could do nothing as Marchosias knelt down and turned his ethereal gaze on her. The two locked eyes and the beastly deity reached out with a clawed finger to gingerly touch the right side Sadia’s neck. Immediately there was a searing pain there; her hand clapped onto the source of the ache and she bit back a scream, fighting to stay conscious as her body was weighed down by the god’s aura. “Our wills are as one now,” the god commanded. “Be as my eyes and hands in this world. Go boldly forth and the road will rise to meet you. Guide us both to victory!” All at once, the winds converged around the circle and blew outwards with a thunderclap and flash of purple akin to a lightning strike. The light from the circle died and Sadia fell to her knees, vision hazy and her head swimming as she grasped at reality. Ultimately, she could not fight her body’s demand for rest. She fell asleep right there, oblivious to the gemstone bracelet that now clung to her left wrist. Elsewhere, a few miles from Zonwu, a knight and her charge sat on horseback at the head of a traveling party, dumbstruck. The woman, tall and stately, narrowed her eyes behind the visor of her helm and pursed her lips, her expression wrought of worry. “Milord, another one!” she said turning towards the hooded man beside her. “As if this weren't difficult enough, now every person in Zonwu and for miles around would’ve seen that,” the hooded one drawled absently rubbing the back of his left arm. “Which means if we've enemies here, they'll be on the hunt. It can’t ever be easy for us, can it, Kyrie?”

Chapter 0 to be posted tonight! T-minus 30 minutes!

Blue, you look like one of my uncles o.O

Hey, Tony, you wanna introduce me to your friend?

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holy fuck

I got a cat. Her name is Corinna.

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beard game: hella strong scarf game: on point candy game: tangy idk i guess i look alright? i like my jawline at least.

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holy shit you're my age now

For those of you who don't follow my tumblr, this is my new favorite hoodie. Hood up. Hood down. I really like my hair like this. Fun to play with. Side note: Beard game's been strong lately. No, I will not apologize for not smiling. You all know the drill by now and that second one was me actively attempting to smile by thinking happy thoughts.

Best story n/a 10/10 would read again