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Stein
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2027:
Beirut, Lebanon
Pigeon's Rock
It may have seemed typical, or even cliche at this point, but Makarios felt the windspray whip through his hair and it levied his spirits. After so many years, the silence carried by ocean wind was still cathartic to him. Except now, there was the scent of nostalgia that brought him back to earlier days. Days atop a lighthouse when the world seemed so unattainable. Some things never changed.
'Ah that dossier,' He played in his mind. Ruminating on it. He saw it for what it was, and hated it. It bristled his hair, their 'request' of his presence. Makarios LIlis had long since broken himself away from the greater Magni community. He owed nothing to them.
And yet, that dossier had driven him here. There was something enthralling yet calming about the Pigeon Rocks of Lebanon's Beirut, something that truly brought him past his "higher place" he normally reached by meditating. He sat atop the Rock and tried to work his way to a decision. The possible consequence if he didn't act. What kind of situation did the Divine Order have to be in to reach outside of their normally elusive society? What was the true state of the Magni community?
So on Pigeon's Rock he sat, hoping the water would whisper the answer or maybe the wind tussle it through his ears and hair. Something, someone. He assumed the Order would be contacting him again in the near future and he would have to be ready with an answer. This Magni community he had already re-discovered and turned his back on, deciding the world of men needed his talents more.
His mind wandered to Aava, the first person since his mother who'd lit his interest in magic again after his mother's death. He thought about her often. Well, all of them often, every time he meditated, wishing them blessings, strength and fortuity. And then there were the rare times he could Touch their auras. Flitting and irregular were these moments, a delight gift each time--assurance that his Roots were still alive. He had last felt Aava 3 months ago. Like all others, it was only an instant he could detect her, a flare from her aura pure and simple.
This is what he reached for as well. Something in him suspected they might have reached out to her. Maybe, just maybe if they could reach…
There was a flaring sensation in his mind. Nox! Makarios' hand met the ground from his Lotus meditating stance, the Chimpanzee meeting his soul in a breath. The Magni hoisted his entire body in one fluid motion on the strength of his hand, springing into the air and to his feet. As he landed he felt an err in his choice. Where his foot fell an array of archaic, ancient--magic lines spread forth. Makarios recognized the Seal of Summoning and clasped his hands together. He erected a barrier that fit his form and used a spell of expanding to widen its area. He layered it with a concentrated dose of Dispelling to remove magic from the affected area. A golden light appeared around him hugging his form, and spread out, dispelling the lines and runes that had begun to appear in the glowing black Nox. With a breath he pushed out and forced the barrier wider, Dispelling the Seal to its edge.
Maki began to relax until he felt a tension against his barrier. The remaining Seal line was surged with power and pushed back! It was with a start and Maki felt his barrier begin to shrink. With fervor he couldn't fight, the Seal shrunk his barrier and broke it, racing for Makarios again. It met him and traveled up his body. There was a flash of light, a wrenching feeling and he was gone.
---
The Divine Order Headquarters
Inside Mount Fuji
Makarios blinked, seeing his surrounding of Beirut for a split instant before realize it was simply an after image, he now stood inside a grand room, built entirely of smooth stone. Bathed in a calming almost pale morning blue light, the room was filled with sound of running water. A look to his right showed a torrent of water spilling into the room, a waterfall that cascaded into a pull flocked by a strange set of blue flamingos. Even Makarios didn't recognize them, feeling no semblance with these creatures. A look to his left showed a row of large windows. 10 stories of them, The windows were an irregular array of colors and some of them even shifted. There were individuals behind them, sitting at desks, talking with others in their rooms. Offices.
It dawned on Makarios as he finally looked forward and saw the massive set of Oak Doors that simply sat in the middle of the room, and seemed to go nowhere, that he was in the Headquarters of the Divine Order.
Those bastards Summoned him.
There was a sound behind him and Makarios spun to meet a familiar, yet unexpected face.
"Aava?"
Beirut, Lebanon
Pigeon's Rock
It may have seemed typical, or even cliche at this point, but Makarios felt the windspray whip through his hair and it levied his spirits. After so many years, the silence carried by ocean wind was still cathartic to him. Except now, there was the scent of nostalgia that brought him back to earlier days. Days atop a lighthouse when the world seemed so unattainable. Some things never changed.
'Ah that dossier,' He played in his mind. Ruminating on it. He saw it for what it was, and hated it. It bristled his hair, their 'request' of his presence. Makarios LIlis had long since broken himself away from the greater Magni community. He owed nothing to them.
And yet, that dossier had driven him here. There was something enthralling yet calming about the Pigeon Rocks of Lebanon's Beirut, something that truly brought him past his "higher place" he normally reached by meditating. He sat atop the Rock and tried to work his way to a decision. The possible consequence if he didn't act. What kind of situation did the Divine Order have to be in to reach outside of their normally elusive society? What was the true state of the Magni community?
So on Pigeon's Rock he sat, hoping the water would whisper the answer or maybe the wind tussle it through his ears and hair. Something, someone. He assumed the Order would be contacting him again in the near future and he would have to be ready with an answer. This Magni community he had already re-discovered and turned his back on, deciding the world of men needed his talents more.
His mind wandered to Aava, the first person since his mother who'd lit his interest in magic again after his mother's death. He thought about her often. Well, all of them often, every time he meditated, wishing them blessings, strength and fortuity. And then there were the rare times he could Touch their auras. Flitting and irregular were these moments, a delight gift each time--assurance that his Roots were still alive. He had last felt Aava 3 months ago. Like all others, it was only an instant he could detect her, a flare from her aura pure and simple.
This is what he reached for as well. Something in him suspected they might have reached out to her. Maybe, just maybe if they could reach…
There was a flaring sensation in his mind. Nox! Makarios' hand met the ground from his Lotus meditating stance, the Chimpanzee meeting his soul in a breath. The Magni hoisted his entire body in one fluid motion on the strength of his hand, springing into the air and to his feet. As he landed he felt an err in his choice. Where his foot fell an array of archaic, ancient--magic lines spread forth. Makarios recognized the Seal of Summoning and clasped his hands together. He erected a barrier that fit his form and used a spell of expanding to widen its area. He layered it with a concentrated dose of Dispelling to remove magic from the affected area. A golden light appeared around him hugging his form, and spread out, dispelling the lines and runes that had begun to appear in the glowing black Nox. With a breath he pushed out and forced the barrier wider, Dispelling the Seal to its edge.
Maki began to relax until he felt a tension against his barrier. The remaining Seal line was surged with power and pushed back! It was with a start and Maki felt his barrier begin to shrink. With fervor he couldn't fight, the Seal shrunk his barrier and broke it, racing for Makarios again. It met him and traveled up his body. There was a flash of light, a wrenching feeling and he was gone.
---
The Divine Order Headquarters
Inside Mount Fuji
Makarios blinked, seeing his surrounding of Beirut for a split instant before realize it was simply an after image, he now stood inside a grand room, built entirely of smooth stone. Bathed in a calming almost pale morning blue light, the room was filled with sound of running water. A look to his right showed a torrent of water spilling into the room, a waterfall that cascaded into a pull flocked by a strange set of blue flamingos. Even Makarios didn't recognize them, feeling no semblance with these creatures. A look to his left showed a row of large windows. 10 stories of them, The windows were an irregular array of colors and some of them even shifted. There were individuals behind them, sitting at desks, talking with others in their rooms. Offices.
It dawned on Makarios as he finally looked forward and saw the massive set of Oak Doors that simply sat in the middle of the room, and seemed to go nowhere, that he was in the Headquarters of the Divine Order.
Those bastards Summoned him.
There was a sound behind him and Makarios spun to meet a familiar, yet unexpected face.
"Aava?"
