“ yeah. I try my best, but when all I have to interpret is a picture of a FISH or something, it’s not a lot to work with it… ” sometimes, that’s just the way magic was. but maybe he was better off not divining at all. there were plenty of people who worked well with the mystique of the whole thing; he, however, preferred his answers simple & clear cut! “ I’ll leave the fortune-telling to the Ms. Cleo’s of the world. I think I’m gonna stay out of it for now… ”
Saima sounded like they had a pretty interesting cache of talents themself, though! “ sounds cool! so all of that, and you’re kind of like… a muse? ” he gives a playfully discerning look to the other. “ I can see it! do people
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try to draw you a lot? ” the dramatic scene of that cliche iceberg movie comes to mind, but he doesn’t know the other well enough to be sure that he can make stupid jokes about it– not quite yet. so he refrains, though not without an amused smile. “ I’m not really an artist, so it probably won’t work on me… but if I end up writing a song about you, I’ll let you know! ”
“True, true. With not a lot to work with – maybe leaving it to someone else might be a better choice.” Saima could sympathize with the frustration of working with the mystique of trying to get answers. Maybe it’s something that could be worked with another time.
At the question, they chuckle. “Yeah, all of that. And I have served as a muse for people before. Inspired writings, paintings and all that.” They know that could lead one to make some dumb jokes about it. “Hah, feel free to let me know if anything happens. No problem if nothing comes out of it. ”
“ yeah– you’ll be the first person I call. ” he’s joking; realistically, if he turns into a vampire, there’s a long list of numbers to go through; he’ll get to Saima when he’s done yelling unintelligibly into the phone, freaking out.
“ yup. plus, for me? whenever I scry, it’s like… whatever I see is totally up to interpretation. so you might think one thing’s gonna happen, and then something totally different does. you freak out, thinking this thing’s inevitable and fated and all that– and it turns out it was never even supposed to happen at all. you know what I mean? the future’s not as OBVIOUS as people think it is. at least, not with hydromancy…you can NEVER get a clear answer from water; it’s always gotta be stupidly mysterious… ” the most ANNOYING of all his powers, by far. obnoxiously, one of the most highly sought after, too. everybody has burning questions they want answered; and sometimes he lacks the luxury to wave them off to someone else. he rolls his eyes, clearly annoyed with whatever supernatural force was controlling water divining. “ every time I do it, I gotta add a ‘results not guaranteed’ disclaimer. ”
“ so, what about you? ‘any cool powers come with your… um… mythical stuff? ”
Saima just chuckles a bit in response to the joke, knowing full well that there are likely others he would turn to in the immediate aftermath. It would be strange for them to expect otherwise.
“Hm, right at least with the open to interpretation it allows for multiple possibilities happening. It’s troublesome but it’s more akin to how existence tends to be.“ The future was often much more in the air so any reading would have to incorporate that. “But I get how that’s incredibly annoying when you just want to give someone an answer to their questions.“ Such warnings about things to be determined can make people feel like the attempt to ask was kind of pointless.
“Oh yeah definitely. I can move from place to place near instantaneously, I have control over nature. I tend to inspire creativity among musicians, storytellers – being a pretty gifted creative sort myself. I’m much stronger than I let on and can change my form when I tend to feel like it. “
“Are you wandering aimlessly, or do you have a purpose?”
They do suppose that ‘wandering’ has a connotation of being aimless, otherwise it would be ‘traveling,’ would it not? Azrael, themselves, is a traveler. They never rest, moving from place to place, wherever prayers call for their presence.
‘I do, in fact, have a purpose. I embody the mythos and folklore of my homeland- so I end up supporting creativity and nature wherever I go. Originally though, I ended up traveling because, at my core, I have a restlessness that can only be satisfied through travel.” Such was the case of being both otherworldly and hopelessly prone to movement. “So a bit of column a, column b to be honest.”
They say your name used to be a synonym for the sea, harsh and lovely and unforgiving. You’ve been long since forgotten, o mother of monsters, o queen of the deep, alone in the cracks and crevices of the cold, rough seabed while other, newer gods tread on your waters. You’ve been long since forgotten, o merciless […]
The waves lap at your feet and the wind blows through your bones as the sea-bed sways under your steps. The howling of the wolves is a symphony you’ve become desperate to forget. They said it was a compromise and instead it was a hostage situation that spanned centuries and as they pressed the knife […]
“That’s so incredibly true. To the point it’s ridiculous. I guess it’s kind of amusing a lot of the time to see what lengths they will go to see if it’s possible. Of course, on the flipside, they will go to quite terrible ends for the sake of it. They won’t turn that tendency off no matter how self-destructive it is.” That’s humans for you.
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