✨Run Away✨ Play Song: Punk tactics (if you want) . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ "Hey, Sir?" Chite and Hemat looked back at Turine, who gulped nervously. "I could create a warp for like thirty five minutes. I don't think my magic reserve in my wand will be enough to hold it off for any longer than that. This rune...it's really strong. And umm....it is-" "Thirty five minutes will be enough. Thank you." Hemat stared at Chite wide eyed. Thirty five minutes will be enough? How could it be possibly enough? How could he claim that this was enough to stop whatever banshee was inside? "Sir-" "I have no doubt you are doubting me. But unlike you I don't doubt you guys." Hemat blinked. Did he just. Was Chite being...emotional? Or was he trying to reassure them. This man was truly crazy- "Get on with it." Turine sighed, nodding, she pulled out a lovely dusky brown branch that looked like tiny branches had been cut off from five places, and in such a manner that if someone brushed against those cuts they'd probably hurt themselves. But Turine who was used to handling such branches held it firmly at the base, with thick black veins spreading through the branch, as she tapped it on her fingers briskly, and a mellow black light surrounded the branch, as the branch transformed into a staff. Quite the short staff, reaching only till her waist but it was perfect for her to handle. Sturdy, really thick to hold but easy to wrap the fingers around, light weight despite how heavy it looked, with the redwood peeking slightly from under the veins of thick black coloured magic pulsating through it. The staff itself ended in what looked like a large swirl of the wood, with tiny sparks of black colour at the tips fizzing out from the excess of magic that was being put into the staff. She mumbled a few words to herself, as she backed away a bit, which was a considerable amount of distance from the door, holding onto her pendent desperately. Being someone who casted strong ancient runes, she was also someone who could get affected by harmful ancient runes, making her health constitution utterly weak, and therefore she needed help. Chite seeing all of this sighed, and rummaged his sleeves, pulling out his ministry pendent, and walking over to her, putting it around her neck. Given that he had a stronger magic reserve and that he had personally crafted his own registry pendant, and as much water from the fountain of youth that he could, his pendant was like a holy buffer item here. "Hold on to it as well. You'll dr0wn youself in despair otherwise." With the pendant in her clutches now, she could focus better, despite the slight nausea that still bugged her. Pointing her staff exactly 15 centimetres away from the circular runes, she mumbled away her own spell of creating warps. Her special magic was "Glocuseowarpus". And just with that, with her concentrated efforts, the effect of the ancient ruin carved by Otione was slowly getting mild. And that was a good thing considering Chite was feeling like he would fall flat to the ground without his own pendant. He mumbled something, which Hemat couldn't catch, because well Hemat was watching Turine carefully as she tried to nullify the effects of the other ancient rune by casting another ancient rune on it. He wanted to help, but he supposed whatever Chite had in mind was probably better to follow. That and the fact that it wouldn't be long before he'd have to say goodbye to Chite. Within a few minutes the warp like effect was created, having completely nullified the power of the ancient rune, making it just a simple door. But Turine had to continue sending the ancient rune of her own to ensure that the power of Otione did not come back in its place. It did not reverse the rune because the rune was irreversible, but made it dormant. Not active. And with that, Chite and Hemat made their way to the door, with Hemat kicking it open. In a swift movement, both Hemat and Chite were inside closing the door shut behind them as to not let whatever was inside escape the house. Once they were inside they were met with a picture frozen in time. An old house it certainly was with wallpapers of blue and white flowers displayed on a green background covering every inch of the walls. Old flower lamps hanging off the walls, glowing a bright light, which was still dim in consideration to the lights found in this era. There in front of them, on the front porch, right in front of it was a mat, and a pair of bell shoes. Probably belonging to the woman or spirit within. By the side wall was a small table on which a vase was kept with silver flowers within. That would be obvious. Back then silver flowers were abundant, that is a century ago, and they were meant to bring good luck. But to get to see them not on his own staff was irking Chite, like he had walked into some dream. There was the hallway, by which were stairs one could climb up.
Continued: On this very floor from the mere sight, one could see that there was another door if one ventured far enough inside the hallway, and that would probably be from where the slight music of jazz was coming. It was the same tune, repeating over and over again. "Charlets. Whoever lived here had quite the taste in music." Remarked Chite, to which Hemat could only raise an eyebrow at. To be present in somewhere that looked like a picture from a century ago brought to life and not react to it was really applaudable. But right now all Hemat could do was feel on guard. The music was repeating that very same line. "Stuck in time, you mean." "Correct. I wonder where our hostess is, really." Hemat rolled his eyes. "What hostess?" "Stuck in time. Otione forced someone to be stuck in time. Given how manipulative that b2st2rd was, I am not surprised that he had someone stuck in time just for his own entertainment." "You are saying-" "Yes. He used a forbidden art. Really, this case just gets weirder and weirder. I quite like rare. And I quite like this." He mumbled, taking off his shoes, walking onto the floorboards that didn't even creak from his weight. A perfect equation. Otione, you crumbling fool, you really were smart. A wasted opportunity for the man who went berserk. But this only proved Chite's theory. Otione was too far gone with his power to commit such a treason. Trapping a living person in that same moment was an act of treason. A horrible act, that had been banned in the age of the Third apostle. It was considered cruel to watch people be stuck in their worst or happiest memories all for a mages enjoyment. But to come across this happening in reality, Chite felt breathless. Hemat on the other hand felt sick to the stomach. He supposed it took a mad man to know another mad man. And that he shouldn't question it. But this was really sick. "Come on. Let us go find our hostess." "What- are you-" "I'm already barefoot." "You are wearing socks-" Chite didn't reply, he just walked further into the hallway, to the door from where the music was coming. The music was certainly Charlets, a woman a man, no one knew what they were, but their voice, it was magnificent. That same one line on the repeat, the croaking tune of the jazz behind. He was intrigued by it. Hemat who had no other choice followed his boss right behind, entering the room. And he was h1t with a very bright and popping floral background. The walls were utterly hot pink and bright. The lights were also gold. It did not help his eyesight. And there by the flowery sofas that were neatly kept in there place, stood a table was an old record player, playing the one same line. "I loved to be with you, and you b2rnt me, calling me a witch~" "How humorous." "Isn't the line- umm...horrifying? Who b2rns a mage?" "Oh right, you wouldn't know things. It's an old tale really, they used to tell it in the age of the eleventh apostle. The tale of how during the age of the first apostle, mages were less in numbers, and it was usually women who could wield magic. And then-" "Correct." Hemat turned around almost jumping up and down like a ball being bounced all in surprise. There in a flowing gown walked in a woman with lovely pale hair, almost like the colour of pale lily or that of muslin, those long luscious strands let loose falling on her shoulders, and down to her waist, with flowers and vines woven into them. And the tips of her hair were transparent. Comepletely transparent. It didn't help that her eyes were watery blue like a pond full of morning dew and water. Almost like the Fountain of Youth. She was short, slender, rather on the plump side, with rosy squishy cheeks and plump l1ps, and a curiously amused gaze. Her hands had what seemed like golden bracelets in the design of a snake biting its own tail. "At the very beginning of the life cycle mages weren't mages. Since the female population was so particularly revered, for their magical abilities. And the first apostle to rise as the saintess of the old church of non magics, was none other than-" "Ghislaine. Ghislaine Merdwick." Chite mumbled. His gaze was not on the woman, but on the book that lay next to the record player. A very thick book, that was old. Perhaps centuries old. With tattered pages, and a cover that he knew far too well. The old crinkled pages, yell ow beyond words, were bound within the cover of old leather. Or it seemed like leather, but it was rather the leaf of the extinct tree "Mercadius", also known as the mother to the rose plant and the child that was born out of it. The First apostle. Ghislaine Merdwick, the daughter of Mercadius tree and sister of the mage of Roses, Rosianne Merdwick.
