[Self-Mod] A Disdainful Twist

[Fenrir Black]

12th of Kalendryas Era XV

Ugh...Where am I. What I am doing here? What is this place!? Who are you!?

It was a dark world, filled with nothing but silence and an ever-mixing concoction of purplish-black mist. It was a place where evil triumphed over good, a place where only vile creatures could probably spawn. There were no sounds, no echoes, no feelings in this place; nor were there signs of any life. In the midst of all the nothingness, stood one solid figure, Fenrir Black in nothing but his bed-time garbs. His face stood blank, confused in awe of this area which had fallen before him. How such a place could have possibly existed was beyond the comprehension of Fenrir. How he got there in the first place was even more of a mystery.

Hello? Anybody here? Can anybody here me?

His voice did not reverberate nor did it carry on further. A veil of purple mist covered the land, which in turn was completely black as if painted that way. No dust, bacteria, or any other common organic material could be traced. It was a void of solitude and a gateway to loneliness. Fenrir carried on further, slowly gliding over the black terrain while shaking his head side-to-side in desperation of finding a source of life. Instead, nothing had shown its way. A nightmare of a place this was; a nightmare.

Why am I here? Why!?

Fenrir grew more impatient by each second, marking his frustration and naivety in the current situation. He was both flabbergasted and amazed at his current location. His body language indicated a lack of motivation; absolutely zero morale whatsoever. Confidence, a force that Fenrir was known to have in abundance, seemed to not exist anymore in this empty space. What more could any human have expected out of such a place. What more could Fenrir have done to save himself from this living hell. There was no way out. No escape. There would be no salvation from this purgatory that Fenrir had gotten himself into.

And then it appeared. Fenrir was alerted immediately when it came into his presence. In a quivering, irregular, disturbed, frightened, motion, Fenrir slowly turned his head behind him, only to witness a figure dressed in what seemed to be an archmage's cloak facing away from Fenrir.. The figure's head was facing down and his back was arched. Long black hair not much unlike Fenrir's own swooped down from the figure's head till his upper back. Fenrir paused for a moment before squinting his eyes. He attempted to get a closer look at this new occurrence.

And then it moved. Straightening his back slowly and lifting his head up. His hair drooped slowly down his shoulders as he hunched them backwards. The figure's head then began turning towards Fenrir; slowly, as if it were a zombie. Fenrir tried to make light of what he saw, but his view was still blurred by the mist. The man turned ever so slowly, until at last his head been facing Fenrir head-on. In an instant, the man's nonchalant gaze turned into a smirk. His physical appearance was not yet distinguishable, but that smirk on his face seemed to sparkle. In that same instant, the man's eyes opened quickly and the man's body released a violent torrent of force, almost blowing Fenrir away. His body was layered with a purple aura with intertwining black threads weaving through, pulsating through the man's figure. He slowly lifted a finger, pointing it directly at Fenrir's heart. A crackling orb of pure force generated ecstatically on the man's finger, charging itself up to a ball of pure destruction. Fenrir could only watch as the man roared, firing the ball directly at Fenrir at hypersonic speeds. The ball soon approached Fenrir and...

"Ahhh!!!"

Fenrir woke up lying on his bed in his home, unscathed. Sweat dropped from his face and tears slowly rolled down as his heart's beat slowly tried to regain its regular tempo. Fenrir's eyes opened widely in extreme interest as he reached his hand for his shirt. He slowly slipped his hand under his shirt, slowly reaching the center of his chest. As he touched it, Fenrir pauzed in sheer awe. He pulled his hand back out, finding it layered in what seemed to be an oozing concoction of purple blood.

[Fenrir Black]

Fenrir exited his house wearing a new pair of clothes that his mother had dropped by at his house earlier yesterbrightening. The purple blood had thankfully managed to rinse off with a simple shower. Although the blood itself had vehemently clung on to Fenrir's skin, there were no scabs, bruises, cuts, or scars left behind. The supposedly injured place had absolutely no remains left, not even a small dose of pain, which Fenrir had prepared himself for. This particular incident had left Fenrir turbid beyond his own imagination. How such an event could have possibly taken place in his dreams...and then leave a "clue" supposedly. Fenrir couldn't debate whether or not what he was exposed to was real or not. At the moment, fact and fiction were touchy articles.

Seeking answers to this atrocity, Fenrir made his way out of his home to the nearest library. It was an expansive directory of lore and knowledge, a place suited to find answers to grueling questions. Fenrir regularly spent little or close to no time in the library, finding no need to seek knowledge in a book, although this time it seemed as if he had been staring at the manuscripts so hard, one could guess that he was trying to shoot a laser through his eyes right through it. Fenrir sat himself down close to the entrance, right in front of the librarian's desk, reading an article on the "Science of Dreams."

Dreams, although fictional have had disputable influences on many occasions throughout the history of Aelyria. Many such instances have included Deja Vu, warnings, omens, sleepwalking, and injury.

Fenrir glanced quizzically at the article on "injury" and read further.

Injuries caused by dreams are an extremely rare occurrence and can not be fathomed by those without a particular gift in arcana.

"Arcana? What does an average adventurer like me have to do with Arcana?" thought Fenrir.

Injuries in dreams are usually caused by confrontations with demonic beings, all-powerful entities, and spiritual essences. Psychological reasons for these events are as noted: The victim is being drawn to a certain path. Very few cases have been reported, although a farmer in the Lauryllian Gracelands had supposedly been decapitated by a a man in an archmage's robes wielding the ability to control fire at his will as if it were his plaything.

"That's it!" Fenrir squinted his eyes, lowering his head closer to the text.

This man, feeling that it was a sign, travelled to Aelyria Prime where he unbound himself and dedicated himself to the Arcane practice of Elementalism. In rarer cases, particularly regarding Sorcery, an alter ego had been present in the dream, slowly tormenting their victim. This ego usually appears as an exalted, powerful, version of the victim, and is usually the manifestation of the victim's future. Such things are currently being researched at the Aelyrian Bureau of Science.

Fenrir paused for a moment before closing the textbook. Over to his right, a woman in purple robes walked over to the librarian's desk.

"Good afternoon. I'd like to check out these two tomes on Advanced Sorcery." spoke the purple-cloaked woman in a relatively polite tone, although it spoke a slight hint of malice and arrogance. The librarian silently checked off the books in her list and let the sorcererss go. Fenrir stared at the sorceress for a moment and then got off from his desk, charging directly towards the doors.

"Wait! Are you going to check out those books!" insisted the librarian as Fenrir stormed outside.

"Wait up!" cried Fenrir. The sorceress raised an eyebrow and turned around.

"What is it?" replied the sorceress, annoyed. "I noticed you were a sorceress. I was having some disturbing dreams last night. Would you mind if I ask you a couple of questions?" asked Fenrir in desperation.

"Dreams? Hah. Why don't you go ask a mystic? I'm indeed a sorceress, but we do not deal with the arcane properties of the mind."

"No, but you do not understand!" Fenrir then searched through his garb's pockets and unveiled a vial of the purple blood that he had previously oozed out from his chest. "This blood. I found it on my body after waking up from a dream. I suppose it has something to do with sorcery."

The sorceress, now somewhat intrigued took the vial from Fenrir's hand, eyeing it suspiciously, opening it and taking a brief wiff before sealing it. "This is definitely the result of a sorcerer's spell. A strong sorcerer's spell at that." Fenrir seemed relieved to hear this.

"Really!? So then it is true what the paper said...May I speak to you a little later about this?" The sorceress raised an eyebrow as she thought about her choices. "Sure. Come to my quarters at the Ivory Tower tonight. There we can speak more. By the way, my name is Hinata Hanzo." "Alright thanks! My name is Fenrir Black." with that, Hinata smiled and went on her way back to her quarters. Fenrir took a feel at his chest once more...still no trace of any deformity.

[Fenrir Black]

13th of Kalendryas, in the Season of Winter, Era I of the Celestine Mandate, Era XV Post Fractum

The door of the sorceress' chambers was highly ornate in design, featuring several infused rings of iron and steel along with a few intricate patterns layering both parallel sides of the door. The handle was purple in color and the insignia of the Arcane class of Sorcery stood majestically above the door itself, clinging to the cobblestone walls. In front of the furbished doorway stood Fenrir Black, awaiting the consul of his new acquaintance. He knocked on the door twice, each one containing some type of mundane rhythm. Fenrir turned his head around both sides, eying his surroundings in hopes that nobody would punish him for opening the door without first receiving the consent of the one inside the room. He slowly pushed the door open, amazed at the fact that a sorceress would leave her own private quarters unlocked, and echoed, "Hinata? It's me Fenrir."

Instantaneously, a loud boom echoed through the room, causing Fenrir to close his ears by pure reflex. What the hell.... muttered Fenrir to himself as he regained his composure. In front of him, the dazzling sorceress in purple stood with one hand on her hips, eying him mercifully. "Well, you're here now. Why don't you take a seat." she offered. Fenrir took the offer and took a seat on a small, wood chair. "So, tell me. What seems to be the matter with you?" continued the seemingly disgruntled sorceress.

"Well, it's kind of hard to explain...and you might not be-"

"Don't think that I won't understand. I might not be a mystic, but I'm still half as crazy as one." interrupted Hinata immediately, crossing her legs. Fenrir chuckled softly as he then continued.

"The darkening before yesterday, I had a dream where I was walking through this inescapable void. There seemed to be nothing more than a mist of purple energy, a strange, ominous energy at that. As I wandered throughout this dream world, confused, I met a man in the robes of an archmage. I wasn't able to fully describe his looks, but I could tell that his hair was mimicking my own. The man then slowly turned and when my eyes made contact with his own, I felt a shrivel going down the back of my spine. His finger lit up and his entire body was swirling and pulsating with purple and black energy...and then he shot me and I woke up."

"Interesting. This man that you saw in your dreams was definitely you. You probably didn't get any sleep last night didn't you?" Fenrir nodded in agreement. "I see. Well then. I see only one path for you."

"What path may that be?" questioned Fenrir.

The Path of Sorcery
(training commences now)

[Fenrir Black]

"S..Sorcery...how is that possible?" questioned Fenrir, almost frightened at the fact that a man born to non-arcane family members could possibly be put on the path of Arcana.

"It's possible because the bound Arcana inside of your mind is calling you. Those who are born into "gemblooded" families aren't always the strongest of magi. Normally those without any link to Arcana at all, who are still able to become unbound are the strongest of them all. Your condition is very rare. I will personally unbind you."

"Unbind? What do you mean by "unbind?"

"I mean eliminating the barrier between you and your Arcane energy. Now sit quietly, this will not take long." Hinata stood from her chair as she rubbed her hands together violently, producing small black cinders from her hands. Her hands remained rubbing each other until finally, the amount of heat attained was impossible to hold. Immediately, she chanted a few words repeatedly, clapping her hands together after the incantation was finished. A small shockwave reverberated across the room as Hinata forced her palm on to Fenrir's forehead, causing him to scream incessantly and wail in agony. Fenrir then immediately dozed off into a sleep-like state, unable to feel, hear, or see anything.

"Did I do it?"

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Fenrir woke up finding himself in a far too familiar place. The void. He stood up, awed and frightened at the fact that he had returned to this hell of a place. Behind him, a loud voice echoed throughout the purple domain. "
Hahahaha! So you've finally gotten unbound huh! Guess what Fenrir, that was the stupidest mistake you've made in your life! Haha! This is going to be too fun!" screamed the entity with a maniacal tone to every single cackle that he issued. Fenrir squinted his eyes as he felt a cold chill run down his spine. What is that? Fenrir thought. In what seemed to be a fraction of a second, his alter ego appeared before him, only inches away from his face. He gazed at the man intensely, analyzing every single characteristic of his face. His skin was pure white, resembling Fenrir's own. The only distinguishable feature was his eyes, having the whited portion completely blackened out only to be contrasted with a bright purple pupil in the center. What are you going to do to me? Fenrir stood passively, gazing weakly at his alter ego. "My name is Rirnef, twat. And from now on, I'm going to make your life miserable." His hand slammed directly into Fenrir's neck, grasping at it with a fierce intensity. Fenrir choked vehemently as he gasped for air. In seconds a surge of black magic twirled from Rirnef's arm into Fenrir's neck.

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"Aaaaaahhhh!!!!!!!" Fenrir rolled about in pain as he resolved his consciousness. His eyes bled slowly the same purple blood that had previously poured out of his chest. He grasped his face protectively as he screamed even more. "Help!! My eyes!" screamed Fenrir as the blood slowly intermixed with tears. Hinata watched in amazement, knowing that helping Fenrir would have only caused his pain to become even worse. If he was going to get out of this predicament, he would need to learn how to control his Vis on his own.

"Why aren't you helping me!!" shouted Fenrir as he pulled himself from the ground slowly. Hinata kept a solemn facade as Fenrir attempted to get up on his own. "Grr...why...are...you...just...standing...t...t.. ..THERE!!!" Much to Hinata's surprise, Fenrir's anger generated a violent torrent of arcane energy, swirling around him rapidly, demonstrating a fierce blackish-purple hue. Fenrir's head hung down as he breathed heavily. "You good for nothing." grumbled Fenrir as he gazed deeply into Hinata's pure blue eyes, his eyes now the same color as Rirnef's. Hinata tightened her fist as she feared for the worst to happen. "You haven't helped me at all...thanks to your unbinding, I'm going to live in pain for the rest of my life." Fenrir's eyes still bled. His Vis is too strong for even himself to handle. thought Hinata as she sighed.

"WHY DO YOU IGNORE ME!!!" roared Fenrir with an impeccable intensity, blasting away nearby furniture with only his energy. "Grr...you, I'LL KILL YOU!" With that, Fenrir's hand gathered an enormous amount of black energy, creating a spherical concoction of doom. He pointed it directly at Hinata, cackling madly at the sadism at hand. "I'll...kill....y-"

In a moment's notice, Fenrir's entire Vis died out, the spherical ball of energy on his hand dissipating, and his eyes healed. He looked shamefully at Hinata, realizing the treachery he had just been exposed to. "What am I..."

[Fenrir Black]

Hinata scoffed as she watched Fenrir limp in shame. She stared at him, crossly, causing him to feel even more pitiful of himself. Hinata could only reply to his previous question to make him feel somewhat better. "You are a strange arcane mystery that I'm just going to have to solve." Fenrir rolled on to his back, eyeing Hinata quizically as she uttered her words. Fenrir turned his head, witnessing the destruction that he had caused. Chairs and tables flew rampant, smashing into the walls causing an intense amount of dust to raise into the air, potions and alchemical devices were battered to a pulp in just mere seconds, the floor was scarred and beaten, and the roof was only one more blow away from dissipating entirely.

"What's going to happen now?" muttered Fenrir, slowly regaining his composure as he rubbed the dry blood off of his face.

"Funny you should ask that as I already told you. I have just unbound you. That means your now going to follow the path of a mage, forever. And because of that, I'm going to be your master until you prove yourself worthy enough to become a master on your own. Your strange manifestation of this alternate personality is something you must learn to control on your own. But note what I'm about to say. That power, is not the power you should rely on to protect those around you. I will ask of you to please keep it under control to the best ability that you can." Hinata sighed. She turned around in attempt to find a single trace of written parchment. Fenrir barely nodded in agreement. As Fenrir stood up, recovering faster than Hinata expected, Hinata luckily found a tome which would be of some use.

"Here, it's called A Treatise to Arcana. All you need to know about the basics of Arcana and what standard definitions mean are in this book. Study it well, I'm going to quiz you on it." Fenrir simply nodded once more, taking the book in his hands and wiping the dust off of it. He searched its contents, flipping page upon page of arcane prose, attempting to find an answer to his predicament. Sadly, none were found. "Do not think that your anomaly can be found in this popular book. If you're that willing to learn more about it, visit an expert on the matter." Fenrir raised an eyebrow, replying, "Are there any experts on the matter?"

"Not really." Hinata smiled playfully walking out of her now mullified door. "Come with me, we're going to work on the first step of your training. Meditation. In order to cast any spell, you're going to need to learn how to meditate. While we head to our destination, I'd like you to read page five through seven in the Treatise. It will help you understand meditation better." Fenrir opened the textbook immediately, searching for the appropriate page number and began reading. He slowly walked, barely banging into a wall, that had broken upon contact with Fenrir's head.

As they walked out of the Ivory Tower, Hinata strolled cheerfully, taking many turns and twists until they finally reached their appointed destination. It was a small house, secluded in the midst of nature. They both entered the house, immersed into its tropical climate and relaxing aura. Oriental style furniture graced the small hovel, whose walls were made with nothing more than bamboo. The floor had also been made out of bamboo, supported by stilts that dug deep into the earth beneath. A fresh incense perforated through the air like a cloud and the moisture of the air itself felt cool and admirable. Fenrir fell into a state of ecstasy upon merely ten seconds of entering this haven. "What is this place?" he asked reluctantly. Hinata smiled and chuckled. "It's my house, duh." Fenrir's eyes widened in amazement, This is your house!? Holy crap, awesome!" Both Fenrir and Hinata chuckled as they sat themselves down.

"Our meditation training begins now. You're going to want to close your eyes and breath softly. Do not think about anything other than the blankness that you wish to attain. Think about the calm, soothing, nature of the environment around you, and let it help you stimulate your mind." Fenrir closed his eyes slowly, releasing all the tension in his body, attempting to achieve the state known as Clara. The smell of incense trickled into his nose, causing him to doze off into a euphoric, sleep-like state for a few minutes. Within five and a half minutes of meditation, something rather strange happened. Fenrir opened his eyes, witnessing the world in a completely different manner. Everything seemed to appear in a pure white, liquidy aura. All that was pure maintained a white color. He turned his head, witnessing the world move around him in slow motion. Hinata's wand radiated a clear red color, indicating its magical properties. But as Fenrir turned towards Hinata, she quickly brought him out of the trance with her hand. "How was it?" she asked hesitantly.

"It was crazy, unlike anything I've ever seen before. Even though you brought me out of that state, I can still feel some of the energy pulsating through my body." Hinata eyed Fenrir suspiciously after he said that. As she most likely expected, he was still in the state of Clara. His hands glew a bright purple aura. They were slowly surrounded by a black vortex. Good, he's learning how to shape his Vis already. Thought Hinata as she watched him work on his Arcane realm. Fenrir closed his eyes once more, delving deeper and deeper into his trance, mixing his own Personal Vis with the Ara around him, forming an arcane reaction of sorts called, Arcalysis.

Fenrir entered what seemed to be the realm in which all his arcana would dwell. Time had seemed to stop in the material plane as he traversed across the void that he'd been far too long exposed to. Even though I'm in the same hell-hole of a place that I went to before, it feels completely different now, as if I understand what this place is. Now this void....doesn't seem quite like a void to me anymore. Fenrir wandered around, eyeing the various different colors that eminated from the fog of arcana. "Enjoying what you're seeing, Fenrir?" That same ominous voice came out from within the darkness once more. Rirnef? Fenrir called out. "You still remember my name? I'm flattered. But after all, I am a part of you now!" Rirnef appeared from the darkness, dressed in his usual archmage robes, in his usual purple-eyed state. "You know Fenrir, with me around, you'll find using spells to be quite easy. But don't count on me to help you every single time. If you ever, ever show weakness like you previously did...I will take all that you have." Fenrir stared blankly at Rirnef, acknowledging his words with a quick nod. Rirnef grinned and then dissipated back into the darkness. I had nothing to fear from Rirnef after all.

Fenrir then returned back to reality, finding himself in the exact same position as he was before, staring directly into Hinata's eyes. Fenrir shook his head, shaken by the fact that his void had been immediately replaced by the light and warmth of Hinata's humble abode. Hinata stood up as she spoke, "You achieved Arcalysis already? Wow, you lucky guy. It took me five tries before I could even attempt to achieve it. I'm jealous." She grinned at Fenrir and directed him back to his books. "Go ahead, read the whole thing. You're almost set for a promotion to apprentice already at this point."

[Fenrir Black]

14th of Kalendryas, in the Season of Winter, Era I of the Celestine Mandate, Era XV Post Fractum

Key:bold text without quotes = Rirnef speaking to Fenrir.
The new day greeted Fenrir with a letter. As the disgruntled human opened up the letter which lay resting untouched under his house-door, a startling presence emerged from within the letter. In a few seconds, the letter let itself loose from Fenrir's hands, falling to the floor and boiling with arcane energy. Fenrir's eyes had yet not even awoken completely and already his day was to begin with many eye-opening surprises. The letter eventually exploded, turning into nothing more than a pile of black ash and purple residue. Fenrir rubbed his eyes, grumbling as he took a closer look at the ash. As he regained his full vision, the ash on the ground read a particular message, "Come to my house, now." Fenrir groaned as he dragged his body to his bathroom. Another day in paradise I guess. Let's see what miss Hinata has in store for me today. Fenrir quickly changed his clothes, adorning his usual sleeved coat and long-pants, well-suited for the winter season. As he approached his door, he turned around reluctantly. Oh yeah of course! My books. I've been studying all night yesterday, I might as well take 'em with me.

Fenrir headed outside into the city of Zinn'Sunn. Passing through mini-markets and various stalls, Fenrir slowly made his way through. This is quite a busy city ain't it? Rirnef! Fenrir was amazed at the fact that his alter ego was present even in his subconscious. What, surprised that I can speak even when you're not meditating? Hah, I'm part of your mind too you know. Fenrir sighed, realizing that he was going to have live with this atrocity for the rest of his life. Hey hey hey...I know what you're thinking, and it's not cool. Fenrir had finally arrived into the small corner where Hinata's humble abode was located. He knocked on the door, waiting only a few seconds for a response until a rather minimally dressed Hinata opened the door. Fenrir blushed slightly as he saw Hinata wearing only a small top and underwear. Hinata simply looked back at him, quizzically. "Hey there, got my message?" Her question was backed up by a wink, causing Fenrir to blush even further.

The two went inside, back into the warm, aromatic living room that they had previously lounged in. Now was when Fenrir finally realized why Hinata wore only her undergarments inside. He quickly took off his coat, leaving only his sweatshirt and his pants on. "It's pretty hot here isn't it?" Fenrir dryly asked. Hinata simply laughed as she went closer to Fenrir. "Today I'm going to teach you a few spells." Already? Thought Fenrir. I thought that mages always saved the spell-training for last. Hinata placed one of her hands on Fenrir's forehead. A sudden pulse of energy entered Fenrir's mind. Whoah, I feel like I know something. Of course you know something dumbass. She imparted a spell onto you...Let's see what we have here...Ohhh! I love this spell, very useful. What spell is that? Figure it out moron.Fenrir scratched his head, probably an attempt to shut Rirnef up. Hinata eyed Fenrir precociously until she offered, "Well go ahead, go into Clara and see if you can manifest this spell." Fenrir crossed his legs, and drank a small glass of wine. As a few minutes passed by, the white slow-motion state that Fenrir previously experienced returned to him. He attempted to maintain a balance between his Vis and his Ara as they slowly intermixed to form Arcalysis.

As Fenrir descended into the Astral Plane, he witnessed the several essences surrounding him. Using the imparted knowledge given to him, Fenrir shaped the mana that was formed, creating somewhat of a ball of mana. The ball then immediately dissipated, transporting Fenrir back into the material world. Hinata's house pulsated with Vis. As Fenrir looked around, confused, Hinata sprayed out an intense laughter. Hahahaha, dumbass! Fenrir shrugged as his frustration grew. What!! What did I do!? You fool, you didn't even stop to realize what you were creating. You didn't even ask her! Now you casted a gate spell on this woman's house! A gate spell? As Hinata recovered from her laughter, she decided to explain Fenrir what a gating spell was. "A gate spell is wherein a mage marks one certain location that he is familiar with and allows him to teleport there whenever he wishes. Now that you've gated to my house, it'll be easier for you to come here when we train." Fenrir stood there dumbfounded. "I guess I learned something today." insisted Fenrir. "Ooh, what would that be hmm?" "That my teacher likes to torture me like this."

[Fenrir Black]

15th of Kalendryas
Era 1 of the Celestine Mandate
Era 15 Post Fractum
9th Candlemark
Winter

"Hey Tym, let's catch that squirrel!" The sound of infantile squeals polluted the air of Zinn'Sunn amidst the humble abode of none other than Fenrir Black of the Phoenix District. After a discreet silence, the ever-present tumult perforated the air once more. "I caught it, I caught it Pym!" The voice seemed to have matched the exact same frequency of the one that had previously been uttered. It was loud and annoying, capable of putting any senior citizen into his or her deathbed. One could compare it to the cawing of a crow, or the grunt of a warthog intertwined with the clicking of a dolphin. Whatever it sounded like, it was capable enough to do the one thing that was known by all in the Phoenix District to be one of the greatest taboo's to ever commit...

"Damn you kids! I'm trying to get some sleep!!!" As if one had arose to challenge the crow of the two Zinn'Sunnese children, a monstrous roar emanated from the rather vehement Fenrir Black. The children looked at Fenrir vacuously with their promiscuous black eyes. They peered into Fenrir's own chocolate-colored oculars, caught in between a connection of staring. Whilst closing his eyes and turning around in shame, Fenrir spoke grudgingly. "Fine! Play whatever you want! Just don't give me the eye treatment..." He sobbed as he returned to his quarters. The two kids laughed cheerily and continued their discomforting brigade, seemingly unaware of the disorderly misconduct that they perviously exuded. It came to Fenrir's attention that at this point, if he were to be the most insane civilian in Zinn'Sunn, he would have a devilish duo to contend with.

God those kids scare me. Fenrir thought to himself as he attempted to reinstate himself into the arcane phenomenon known as Clara. Through the course of a few minutes, his eyes slowly lit up and his surroundings adorned a stable white color. Rirnef appeared once more before Fenrir, waving at him sheepishly as he popped a lopsided grin. Fenrir stared into his eyes before focusing on his Arcalyctic reaction. It happened in a matter of seconds, causing the astral plane to replace the plane of materialization. Rirnef watched Fenrir with an emphasized curiosity, most likely inspecting his spell-casting for errors in which he would boast in enumerous grandeur about his own arcane superiority. As usual, in a matter of seconds, Fenrir collected a mixture of essences including the essence of Hinata's humble abode. Combining it with his mana along with a conglomerate of force essence, a circle quickly drew itself onto Fenrir's Astral Plane. Followed by a patronizing white light, Fenrir quickly found himself in the home of another.

"Goodness, and you didn't even ask for permission. I'm proud of you." The familiar voice tingled Fenrir's ears. It just had to be Hinata, an individual of undeniable pride and humor. She laughed playfully as she revealed herself to Fenrir, dressed in a black gown along with an assortment of purple-colored accessories. "You look like you're going somewhere." implied Fenrir, fixating his gaze onto the lavishly clothed sorceress. "I don't recall having to go somewhere today...nope can't think of anything." Fenrir tilted his head in confusion. "What's up with the fancy clothes?" He added, hoping that his point would have been somewhat proved. "They're comfy." Fenrir stood there, bewildered. "Anyways, let's begin our session for today." Fenrir scratched his head, followed by a quick nod as they both headed for the usual area of meditation that Fenrir enjoyed so much.

"I like how you're using your gate spell. The only thing that I'm not liking is you taking that crap that those kids are giving you." Fenrir's jaw dropped like a brick. How does she know!!? thought Fenrir as Rirnef rolled over in Fenrir's astral plane, drenched in laughter. A small blush of embarrassment slowly revealed itself on Fenrir's face, drawing a peach-like pink on his cheeks. "What are you going to be imparting on to me now? A spell that I can blow them up with. Hahaha." Fenrir thought of the idea of blowing the two troublemakers to smithereens. He enjoyed the thought of it, but knew in the back of his mind that no such thing was possible. Hinata stared at Fenrir crossly, almost reminding Fenrir of the two devils he had previously met. "Yes." Fenrir's laughing slowly came to a halt as the simple response escaped Hinata's mouth. His playful demeanor slowly exuded fear and confusion. Hinata quickly tapped her hand on Fenrir's forehand, forcing her knowledge of the spell to surge through his mind.

Rirnef grinned maniacally. Oooh, my favorite. Fenrir wimpered slightly, knowing that whatever she imparted to him was probably not the most benevolent spell out there. After seeping into his Arcalyctic state, Fenrir imposed the planned abjuration sequence on a handful of Force Essence. It formed a small ball of purplish energy on his hand. As Fenrir took notice of the spell's form, he couldn't help but remember his first encounter with Rirnef. He sighed trudgingly but carried on with the spell. Fenrir took on a strange appearance in the material world after he abjured the force bolt onto his hand. His iris transformed into a bright purple orb, surrounded by a black sclera. Purple surges of energy seemed to pulsate from his body. "Fire it at that." Hinata pointed to a bullseye, nodding towards Fenrir. In a desperate aim to achieve the perfect result, Fenrir replaced the image of the bullseye with the image of the two kids in front of his house. His face grew stern with anger and in an instant of rage, he fired the force bolt at the bullseye, decimating it completely. "Oh, that's an angry boy."