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Post by mugenginga on Oct 1, 2009 1:09:29 GMT -5
(OOC: So far its me and our newest member, monster. PM me if you want in.)
Belphegor leaned against the side of a tree as the waves lapped over the large... lake. From what he'd gathered, the people of this island called this a lake. It was rather large. It was more of a small sea than a large lake.
He was in one of his many human forms at the moment. Long black hair tied into a ponytail with a silver clasp, a ruby of amazing size set at the back. The tip of the ponytail fell to his hips. He had dark brown eyes and appeared Japanese. He wore a navy suit that looked to be a custom fit. His shirt was black. On his left wrist was an expensive looking gold watch, and three jeweled bangles were on his right wrist. He had on polished black shoes and a single silver earring hanging from his right ear. A ruby gem was set in it, and was as large as his thumbnail. He basically looked like a rich businessman who had set out to flaunt his wealth. Those of some worlds would have likely interperted him to be a nobleman or prince.
He'd encountered Abel earlier. The Bel of the Human World had shown up on this island. And the only one he'd ever heard of who had awakened to his powers. Beyond that, the power of several Bels coursed through his aura. He'd thought he'd escaped that annoying war. He'd never really put much stock in it, and with his power... he smirked. His power levels had lead to him being stranded here. He supposed he could go back, but had a funny feeling he would not be welcome. And with Abel wandering around, he had things to handle.
To those that could sense it, he had an extremely dark aura and swirled with a high strength of demonic magics. He glanced down at his clock. Late afternoon, huh? He'd probably need to head back to his castle soon. Not technically his, but the spirits that had inhabited it had been more than easy to subdue. Aside from all the paranormal energy around him, he also reeked of confidence and an oversized ego. Those that could sense the energies would realize it was likely well earned.
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Post by monster on Oct 1, 2009 1:22:48 GMT -5
The dizzy feeling was getting to him. From this he could tell he was lying down, and of course that was no good. The Bulkavian sat up in the spot, his hand pressing against the grass below him. He rubbed his forehead a moment, then traced his hand from his brow to the middle of his right horn. He sighed, the dizziness slowly going away. His fingers twitched at the feel of the grass. Strange, he hasn't felt this sensation in what seemed like forever.
He stood, gaining balance as his eyes focused on the wonderful sight that was a large lake and greenery. His glowing lavender eyes grew wide in amazement. He gasped, hardly containing the joy that was filling him. The sweet fresh smell of trees, grass, and water. It was refreshing and ... familiar. As an automatic reaction his legs marched forward almost running. Bluntly stopping at the bank, he fell to his knees hands swatting into the water, cupping them together and drawing a handful of water to his face. Splashing it to his flesh, he laughed with an anxious glee.
His eyes wandered around the scenery. Breath taking. But, curious as his eyes fell upon a figure. Strange being, of course. No horns, strange legs. What was it exactly? He stood, water dripping from his chin.
"Hello? Who are you?" He called out in his native tongue. All he knew was his language, maybe this strange figure could speak it too? Too many questions, he had to find out who or what this was. Where he was, for that matter. He took a few steps toward the figure and stopped in caution.
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Post by mugenginga on Oct 1, 2009 1:32:46 GMT -5
Belphegor looked up, raising an eyebrow. The creature was speaking, but it was no language ever spoken by Man or beast in his world. As such, he couldn't even describe it to the bleeting of a goat or the baying of a dog. However, he also understood it. Which mildly baffled his mind. The entities he had run into thus far on the island all spoke languages he knew. This creature didn't really look like anything from his world either. Well, it resembled some demons, but it didn't match any he could bring to mind. Which meant it didn't match any. He wasn't the demon of invention for his stupidity.
"Greetings. My name is Mushi Akuji," Belphegor gave a very slight nod. In Japan it would be merely an ackowledgement that one was there. However, he spoke very formally, and it was likely the power of the island would translate it into the manner of speaking of a noble or polite ambassador if the Bulkavian's language had such distinctions, "You seem rather lost. Are you perhaps new to this locale?"
All in all, he was unimpressed. The Island seemed to attract the oddest of people. As it was, Belphegor was speaking in Japanese. To the visitor, it would sound like no language he'd ever heard, but he'd understand it nonetheless.
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Post by monster on Oct 1, 2009 1:40:50 GMT -5
Michale's downturned ears twitched at the strange sound the man was emitting. He blinked, shyly looking at him.
"I'm Michale Dizzona" he paused a moment. "Lost is putting it lightly, actually. I fell into a hole back home and found myself here... Such a strange place. Do you live here?" He questioned, getting closer to the man before him. He just couldn't get over the weird look of the man. "You're not Bulkavin...." He said lowly and furrowed his brows.
He concentrated, sensing a sort of glamor magic. Baffled, is what Michale was. Simply and truly baffled. His eyes went straight for Mushi's, the lavender glow getting a tad brighter. Curiosity had killed the cat, but never killed a Bulkavin. He hungered to know what this creature before him was. "Glamor magic?" He thought aloud, eyeballing the form before him yet again. This place was truly a strange world, and he figured he was now pretty far from home. Thoughts swirled in that mind of his, the sounds this guy made, the understanding, the lake and the green lush .... He stopped himself, composing himself and stood up straight.
"Where exactly am I?"
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Post by mugenginga on Oct 1, 2009 1:47:58 GMT -5
Belphegor didn't change his expression, but the out loud thought of "glamour magic" amused him. He'd head of it, of course. It was an expression humans used to refer to the illusions creatures often called fae used. It meant that the odd creature at least suspected his current form was not his true one. However, he could read "people" well and could tell the creature was too confused to make out much beyond that. No need to hand him information. At least not for free.
"I suppose you could say that. I am more of a wayfarer, as it were. This iis not what I would consider my home, by any means. As for where we are, the current locale is called Giant's Lake by the nobles," he glanced at the small sea, "A bit of a misnomer if you were to inquire as to my opinion. But you are correct, I am not a Bulkavin. I doubt you've heard of the island country known as Nihon?"
To be completely accurate, Belphegor had been banished from Hell before much beyond the middle east had been settled by the race of Man. But he learned things quickly, and as such knew more about the modern world than most that lived there. He returned the eye to eye gaze the Bulkavin was giving him. It likely came across as intimidating, the disguised demon meant it very much in a wolf-like manner. He was the dominant one here, and he would not avert his gaze until Michale did.
(OOC: Nihon is the Japanese name of Japan. Sometimes its called Nippon instead. I'm an otaku in the true "it's an insult towards one who never leaves their house thaks to their obsession" sense of the word, so expect some sprinkling of that. I'll always explain it, however.)
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Post by monster on Oct 1, 2009 1:54:49 GMT -5
"Nihon?" The world rattled in his mind. "No village I know of is named Nihon... Is that from the Putrid Lands outside of Bulkavia?" His gaze shifted to the lake, his head cocked to the side in curiosity and then looked back to the man. "Honestly, I'm not even sure I'm even near Bulkavia. Even the Putrid Lands don't have scenery like this."
Puzzled, he sat down, his eyes fixated on the lake now. He sighed with a tint of distress. "I'm very far from home."
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Post by mugenginga on Oct 1, 2009 2:01:50 GMT -5
Belphegor couldn't hold back a small chuckle at that, "Nihon is a country, not a village. I do believe you may have insulted hundreds of years of tradition with that comment," the man waved his hand to indicate it was not a big deal, "But it clearly shows you are not from my world. This place in its entirety is known as Dimension Island. For those with no knowledge of the Multiverse, it is a rather large slap in the face."
He paused, having realized that the creature was already having trouble processing the information. No need to overload his brain. As it was, he was also trying to read this Michale. It was possible he might be desperate enough to get home to form a contract... the man smiled a bit. He needed to find if the creature knew enough about technology to even attempt a contraption that could get him home. Judging by his clothes, he would not. He seemed little more than a peasant of a world that had not yet gone through a technological revolution.
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Post by monster on Oct 1, 2009 2:07:09 GMT -5
The information had gone to his head, but he found himself unable to reply. His face went from lucid to stern, his eyebrows furrowed and met in the middle, his lips pulled tight against each other and his lavender eyes glowing a tad darker than normal. Frustrated, is what he was. Frustrated beyond belief.
"Country? What is that?" He finally said, dismissing the multiverse comment for now. He would think on that later, and find out a solution then. He looked at the man with a look of anxiety on his face now. "How in blazes did I get here?" His heart sunk to his stomach. Would he ever get home? "I was just trying to find an new place to settle.. not.. not this.. not another world.. What am I doing here?" He tried to calm himself down, but the shock of this was getting to him. He whimpered and slouched where he sat.
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Post by mugenginga on Oct 1, 2009 2:14:45 GMT -5
Belphegor grabbed at a loose strand of hair that was creating the illusion of half a bang, "Your language has no word for country? Well, think of it as a very large area of land owned by one man... I suppose your world might have women rulers. Do you have kings and queens?"
Belphegor was rather annoyed at the creature's confusion. Trying to find a new place to settle... not another world... he supposed he could grant a contract to the simpleton, but he felt it would take far too much effort at this point. Was this Michale from a place advanced enough to have moved beyond hunting and gathering?
The demon in human form was getting rather bored with the situation. The creature was so startled that he... Belphegor paused in his hair twirling, "Do you need a place to stay, perhaps?"
It might not have been the greatest idea. The castle he currently resided in had reeked of dark energy and spiritual presences even before his arrival. Now it was such that if he let it run out of check, those sensitive to its energies would feel it from five miles in any direction outward from its central point. But it seemed this Michale creature was gullible enough that he might accept any reassurances he had. It was worth a try. As for what he was doing here, Belphegor could not even attempt a lie without better knowledge of the creature's past.
He could have gone philosophical on the poor beast. He chose not to, however, in light of how broken he seemed to have already made his mind. Michale... Belphegor almost laughed, but managed to simply smile. Even with its odd pronunciation, it reminded him so of the name Man had given one of the higher angels under God's command. He let his hand fall to his side as he kept his gaze on Michale, seemingly waiting for a response.
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Post by monster on Oct 1, 2009 16:17:36 GMT -5
He looked at the man with a sense of pride in his eyes, his language and his homeland was this pride. "Kings and Queens? I've never heard such terms. Nay, my kingdom is run by the council of Elders... well was ran by the council. Ever since the invasion-" He stopped himself. Giving too much information to a stranger would prove to me a tad problematic. He smirked on the inside. He could sense what this man was up to, well at least a little. Problem solving was his delight, and this man was a problem he was willing to solve.
He rubbed his arm which had sustained a bruise from the fall near the lake. He inhaled, the second and what would be a hospitable question struck him. "Shelter for a day or two would be most welcome." He nodded and finally stood. The white hair swayed as he stood. Michale noticed he was only a tad taller than the other, strange since Michale was the shortest of all the adults in Bulkavia.
A plan began to evolve into his mind. Staying a couple days in another place would give him time to rest and to ponder the days ahead. A few questions would arise about this strange place, and he'd surely find a way back home. Home. He began to miss it more than anything, his heart heavy with the burden of being so far away. Smiling to Mushi, " Would I be staying in your village?"
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Post by mugenginga on Oct 1, 2009 16:44:25 GMT -5
Belphegor sensed the shift in Michale's attitude. He grinned a bit more. Perhaps he had underestimated the beast. He seemed to be more clever than he first let on. A council of Elders, huh? His world really did seem rather behind compared to the one he came from. He stood up straighter, showing no intimidation at the slight height difference.
"No, not precisely. I live in a castle. If you do not know the term, think of it as a very large stone building. As large as many a village, I assure you. In the history of my world, it was where the equivalent of your world's Elders would have lived. Along with their entire family and small army of servants," he paused, "I should warn you ahead of time, however. It is quite haunted, but the ghosts seem amicable enough. They will not harm you, on this you have my word."
He suspected this might reveal a bit about himself. But with the question of magic, it would be rather easy to explain it away. The ghosts, in a sense, were his servants. More like his slaves, but servant worked for the time being. He could easily destroy one that questioned him. His promise that Michale would be safe was genuine. None in the castle were strong enough to attempt to challenge him. He'd have to send the word to not reveal his identity however. It seemed they both had things to hide, but Belphegor felt he had more... the creature's apparent curiosity was rather enjoyable. He turned north and pointed.
"It is some distance from here, however. It would likely be nightfall when we arrived."
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Post by monster on Oct 1, 2009 17:06:24 GMT -5
"We have a word for castle, it's where the Council and the scholars reside. It's just possibly not like yours." He nodded and felt a little more pride about his homeland. Of course there was a castle in Bulkavia, where else did this man think the elders resided? Ah, that's what it was. Bulkavia was coming off as a bit primitive to his new acquaintance. "I assure you, we're not as primitive as I seem to be leading on." He smirked, but then it faded as the word haunted hit him. "Ghosts? Is that the same as a Trunzle?" Shaking his head a moment, knowing the fellow wouldn't know a word about the creatures that shared the land with his people. "I mean, they're creatures of the Earth, mischievous and quite annoying."
This fellow was strange. Tall and mysterious, he couldn't really get what this guy was all about. Nihon, The Giant's Lake... This all seemed a bit suspicious. He didn't know what a Giant entirely was, but he was sure it wasn't a good thing. His eyes followed the man's head, past his fingertip and to the direction he was pointing. "Then let's head out shall we? I'm rather uneasy to think about what would appear when the light is less than bright."
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