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    Working Hard ● Syn, Shiva

    Syndrome
    Syndrome

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    Working Hard ● Syn, Shiva Empty Working Hard ● Syn, Shiva

    Post by Syndrome 5th July 2021, 8:02 am



    A tunnel of darkness lay before her, monstrously hungry and gaping as it gave no indication of what awaited the mage, inside. Muddled water in varying shades of murky green and yellow sat in miniature pools, which were scattered all around the opening of the long cave. She peered inside, but the shadows were impenetrable past four feet in, partially due to the overhanging edge of the mouth of the cavern. With a nervous lick of her lips, the mage dashed lightly forwards in a burst of swiftness until she was approximately twenty feet inside the tunnel; so far, so good. Continuing with more hesitant steps, the pink haired girl managed to attain an even further distance than last time.

    This was a common pattern for her, despite the fear which surrounded every venture into the cave. Her method of exploration concerning this area was to go in about thirty feet further than last time, then return safely to the outside world. Today's expedition complete, the young woman turned around and started off on what was supposed to be a brief walk back to the forest. However, an obstacle immediately rose in her way, for the girl hit a solid barrier only four or so feet away from the spot where she had turned around. After a moment's consideration, the mage decided that she had hit a side wall of the tunnel, so she rotated her body slightly to the side so that her path would no longer be obstructed. It seemed that this was not actually the solution to her dilemma, as she promptly ran headfirst into what could only be described as a slab of rock and dirt.

    Shaking her head in confusion, the girl furiously backed away from the wall, only to have her spine and shoulder bones slam against another, just twelve or so feet behind her. It was quite clear that they were the sides, the structure of the long cavern... so what on earth had possibly blocked her path? She raised her hands up to feel in the darkness, for the distance she had gone within the cave was enough so that no light from the surface was able to reach her location. After hopelessly shifting around for several minutes, her terror only rising as she stumbled around in unknown directions, the mage finally paused, panting. Extending her arm to the side, she pushed a single palm flat against the sturdy, flat surface, taking a moment to stabilize her breathing. Once her pulse had mostly stopped racing, the girl lifted up her other hand to brush her bangs to one side of her face, as they were clinging to her skin due to the nervous sweat her pores were excreting. The back of her hand connected solidly with what was obviously a cave wall; the rough, crumbly texture of it only solidified that theory.

    So, what was she supporting her weight with, on the other side? It wasn't possible for it to be the other curved tunnel surface, as that should be behind her... with a small gasp of alarm, the youth drew her hand back once again. She squinted at the spot where her hand had been a few moments ago, and then finally after about five minutes of staring, the girl hesitantly waved her arm around in the space. Whatever had been there was already gone, vanished without a trace or even a muffled sound. An even greater sense of unease rose in the young mage's body, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. Just then, a suffocating presence filled the air without warning, nearly sending tremors through the atmosphere. Whirling around, since the most pulsing force seemed to be originating from behind her, the girl barely caught sight of a horrendously disfigured face, lit up by a scorching fire just inches from her own head, before--

    "AHH!" Syn let out a yelp before squeezing her eyes shut and tossing around, further entangling herself into her sheets and bed covers. After a moment of panicking, the girl cracked open her right eye to stare suspiciously at her surroundings. Cheap bed frame, check. Whitewashed walls, check. Clothing scattered all of the floor?... check. Breathing in a sigh of relief, the fiery haired mage sat up and was just opening her mouth for an enormous yawn when a sudden prod on the shoulder immediately startled her back under the pile of blankets. "Jeez, you're like a li'l mouse. Hurry up and get dressed," berated Wish, who had apparently summoned themselves at some point during the night. Most likely quite recently; in fact, the change in Syn's magic power due to Wish's summoning had likely been the reason the mage woke up.

    "C'mon, get moving already! You've been sleeping for ages, and I just got here! Let's have some fun before I gotta leave again," the spirit grumbled as they harassed the bond mage with a pillow. Upon hearing the cranky voice for a second time, Syn promptly leaped into action.

    "Wait, Wish! Why did you summon yourself here in my house? You're going to wreck the place... I'm just renting it, you know. The landlord is going to be unhappy if your miniature shadows and spirit blade damage the apartment," she protested, eyeing the crackling spirit magic that was currently giving off sparks here and there as it swirled around Wish. The spirit didn't seem to be discouraged by Syn's feeble attempts to dissuade them from using spirit magic indoors. Wish only rolled their eyes and snappishly turned away, the amount of light surrounding them only increasing in power and size with their anger.

    "Just hurry up and get dressed! I want to go on a mission, today. We've been slacking off, so today is the day where you're going to do at least three missions. No less. Maybe more," they grumbled. The young mage could understand where Wish was coming from, but she valued her sleep highly.

    "Alright, Wish! I'll be out in just a minute!" called the girl as she rushed into the bathroom. All the spirit sword did was shake their head and murmur under their breath, "Baka... it takes you at least ten minutes for a shower."



    A bead of sweat trickled down her neck as Syn prepared herself mentally for the final stretch of her daily morning run. It was rather cool outside at the moment today, especially considering the fact that the sun had not yet risen; it was the perfect time to do some running on the sidewalks without being disturbed. The girl completed the last lap and stretched out her arms and legs briefly before beginning a final walk around the next block. With any luck, it would help her get cooled down enough so as to not be uncomfortable later on. A rumbling of wheels against the pavement was barely audible as Syn turned the corner, but soon enough it was nearly deafening, the rattle of loose metal plating also grating on the mage's nerves. She was tempted to try and stop the truck, but the girl was well aware that it probably held some poor worker who was doing his best to finish the final deliveries before the destined recipients woke up and began their daily schedules. Just then, the rattling abruptly ceased.

    The neighborhood plunged into silence, and Syn retraced her footsteps, trying to recall where she had seen the truck previously. It was a lacrima powered minivan printed with the official navy magical delivery service logo; well to do people paid extra to have their personal and business mail delivered sooner than usual. The large, ivory colored vehicle came into view, and the girl could immediately see that something was wrong. The lights on the car were out, while the engine seemed to have also stopped. A man of approximately thirty years old was hovering over the hood, a worried expression tracing his face. Upon noticing Syn, though, the driver promptly straightened up and rushed over to her. "Excuse me! Could you please-- do me a favor? You see, there are several of these packages which are promised to be delivered before sunrise today... and that is just within less than a half an hour from now. I've called a repairman, but the mage won't be here until it's too late. Please, if you deliver a few for me, I should be happy to pay you with what is available!"

    Given his pleading and obvious state of need, Syn gently patted the man on the shoulder before turning and heading for the broken vehicle. It was integral that she get a hold of these letters and packages immediately so that they could be delivered. After piling as many as she could up in her arms, the girl smiled apologetically at the man and said quietly, "You will be able to deliver the others safely by foot, I presume?" and then started off, heading for the nearest house. The task itself was not very taxing at all, and it was a lovely way to get to know the neighborhood a bit more, although it was not really very interesting. Most of the buildings had a similar structure, and all were painted an ordinary shade of white that had little variety; only from cream to ivory. Once she returned to the car, the sun was barely peeking over the horizon, but thankfully, the vehicle was empty. There was a willowy spell caster muttering incantations over the broken engine, but other than that, everything seemed to be now going wonderfully. The delivery man thanked Syn profusely one last time before handing her a few jewels that he fished from his pocket, and then the girl was on her way back home, to clean up before going out to find another adventure for the day.



    "Miss! Miss! Excuse me, miss!" Syn stopped in her tracks as a squeaky voice repeatedly called out to her in a rather whiny, irritating tone. Sighing under her breath, the young woman turned around, plastering a friendly smile on her face. She did, however, allow a questioning look to come through in her facial expression-- with any luck, whoever was calling her in such a way would understand that they were to explain pronto why the girl had been stopped on her way to the guild hall. "Miss, could you play tag with us? Pweeeease?" Apparently, these kids wanted the mage to play some sort of game with them. Tag, was it? Of course, Syn had played it, but only a very long time ago. Nonetheless, the pleading faces of the kidlets prompted the girl to discard the awful memories she had of her home village's tag and roll up her sleeves to play with them.

    Swiftly nodding to one another in a unanimous signal, the group immediately dropped to one knee and poked themselves in the noses. A chorus of, "Nose goes!" echoed around the small, grassy field on the side of the road. The children had chosen a slightly dangerous spot to be goofing around; after all, a car could come and hit them. While Syn was contemplating how to go about directing the kids to another, more secure area, she realized with a start that all of them had run off already. Clearly, she was it, and the reasoning behind this fact was completely biased, in her opinion. Syn bit her lip as she scanned the area briefly before catching sight of a small figure crouching behind a thick bush which was just beginning to enter the "blossoming heavily" stage. The girl silently tip-toed towards the spot until she deemed it near enough that he couldn't escape-- then, with a quick burst of speed, she gently tackled the little boy into the emerald grass, playfully saying, "You're it!" It was soon apparent that Tag was a game to be taken very seriously; the children were not below playing dirty to win. Within moments of being tapped, the kid scrunched up is face and stuck out his tongue before swatting Syn and yelling back as he ran away, "You're it! Ya forgot to say, 'No Tagbacks!'"

    With a groan, the young mage sat up slowly, her expression back to its ordinary serious mask. These little squirts think they're so clever, she realized. But I know what I have to do. She gave a loud, fake yawn that was audible all throughout the play area; then, propping herself up against a nearby oak tree, she faked falling asleep after muttering 'to herself,' "This game is too hard. I can't possibly win." Soon enough, the children began to regroup and surrounded her, scowling and kicking the grass as they all threw miniature fits.  Once she perceived that the entire group was at their current location, she suddenly jumped up and swept two of the kids into her arms, therefore simultaneously tagging them both. "You're it!" she decreed, before putting them down and running away before the lack of no tag backs came to bite her in the butt.

    Only half an hour later, Syn was saying good bye. "Thanks a lot, big sis!" one of the little girls yelled, grinning, as Syn continued to walk away. The game had ended a few minutes ago, so now the mage had decided it was about time she departed. After one last round of hugs and a few tearful sniffles, the girl walked out with much improved spirits, and a vow to win Tag someday-- for she had lost in the end, just like always before. It's because I forget to say no tagbacks, she decided with a small smile and a short sigh.



    'Th-the sun... it's so bright', realized Syn as she squinted at the road in front of her, eyes watering due to the almost pure white, overcast sky above. Clouds apparently happened to reflect more sunlight than she had known. With a shrug of her shoulders, the girl continued down the lane until an elegant, towering restaurant caught her eye from her peripheral vision. Syn blinked in surprise and craned her neck in an attempt to see through the high windows of the building, but she quickly came to the conclusion that it was futile. Apparently, this restaurant shielded their customers from passerby, most likely to protect their privacy from nosy people such as Syn. The girl sniffed at that, a bit miffed, but she then spotted a small, inconspicuous sign hanging up inside the window, outside of the heavy drapes that were the color of deep, red mulled wine. It read, Help Wanted in crooked but clearly legible handwriting, which seemed to be written using a cherry colored sharpie or something of the sort. The mage glanced quickly from side to side, curious as to whether anyone else had caught sight of the notice, yet. After realizing that it seemed to be newly put up, the girl straightened up and walked as confidently as she could into the restaurant.

    Promptly, an overwhelming display of chandelier lights dazzled Syn, sending her reeling as she tried to recover from the blindness the light show had inadvertently caused. Or was it supposed to give potential customers the biggest blind spots of their lives? She wasn't sure, but she assumed the answer was no. At that very moment, a portly middle-aged man with a black apron and plain, grey clothing, strode out of a back room through a door that the mage hadn't noticed previously. His demeanor was clearly frantic, and the girl immediately stepped forwards, her forehead creasing with confusion and worry. "Sir, is there any way that I could be of service to you?" she flashed him a smile and spoke with a gentle tone, doing her best to calm the man down. His worries were currently unknown to her, but certainly there must be some way the tall girl could assist the stranger. He wheeled around, heading straight for her with an expression of extraordinary relief on his face.

    "Oh, my dear, my dear! You have come at precisely the right moment! For, I have been requesting assistance from random citizens of the town for simply ages, but nobody has replied! I require an ordinary person or some ordinary persons to perform a taste test on my wine. Would that be quite alright with you, my dear? You are well over the age requirement, I presume?" his voice and questions were all quite nonchalant, as if he had never been panicking in the first place. Syn replied with a quick smile and a nod of her head, figuring it was best to simply do everything she could to help this poor man. After trying a few minuscule sips of sweet wine and praising its "glorious taste," Syn moved on to a more crisp, dry variety, which she gave similar compliments. Once the man seemed to have calmed down a bit and regained his confidence, the girl smiled at him sweetly, her eyes blinking up gently.

    "May I be excused now... sir? It was a pleasure to assist you today!" the stranger nodded and shooed her away with a few words about how she would be welcomed back and given a free meal later on. Well, I suppose that was at least a nice thing to do, decided the girl as she strolled back out into the blindingly bright midday sunshine of the world.



    Syn proudly swept her hair to one side to reveal the Meliora Vitae insignia stamped at the nape of her neck. Another heart beat later, the serious-eyed guard asked her in a low, rumbling voice, "What is your name?" With as confident of a smile as she could possibly make it, the youth replied with her full name, Syndrome. The man was altogether unimpressed, but he finally shooed her through the door, murmuring after she had crossed the threshold, "Nondark guild members need not show their stamp, girl. They only are required to give their name." Syn blushed at her mistake but held her head as high as she could possibly manage as the inside of the hospital came into view. It had a set up similar to that of any professional office; a receptionist's desk and work area was located in the center of the room, while an array of sofas and armchairs surrounded two coffee tables. The young mage padded silently up to the desk and blinked down at the receptionist, who seemed to be engrossed in his work. After coughing quietly a few times, the girl finally gave up and let out a loud "Ahem!", upon hearing which the young man looked up with a start.

    "Ah, you must be here for the blood drive. Go right ahead, 'tis on the current floor, the first ward on your right." Syn had debated slipping on nicer shoes for this occasion, considering that it might be required in order to enter a public facility such as this one; however, it seemed that she was exempt from these rules, as a mage. Instead, only hats and hoods of a sort were not permitted in the place. The girl stepped lightly down the hallway, her shoulders trembling ever so slightly as the cool tiles pressed against her feet even through her thin soles. Upon reaching the room, Syn was more than delighted to find that some parts of the flooring, particularly surrounding the beds, was carpeted. She was immediately spotted by a hospital employee and put to work fetching water and juice for the adults sitting in various chairs nearby the entrance. It seemed that they had given blood only a few minutes or so ago, and it was required for them to drink some sort of cranberry or the like of juice to refresh themselves.

    After transporting several trays of various liquids to and fro for the kind souls who had agreed to give their blood for those who required it, Syn was instructed by a hospital aide to assist some of the more exhausted patients in making their way to the dining hall. Promptly rushing off to go do so, the mage noticed a thin, middle aged man seemingly about to collapse as he stumbled in the direction of the eating room. Once she had helped him up and escorted him all the way, Syn turned back and repeated the process several times over until it was past the time when the majority of patients would be traveling there. A nearby young woman dressed in purely white clothing stopped the mage and jerked her thumb back to the front desk, saying, "Y'can go now. Thanks a lot for coming out today, we all are grateful." Syn nodded and smiled sincerely at the stranger before heading back to the receptionist's office, where she was sent off with a few words of appreciation and a wave of the hand. As the girl ambled back to her home, she reflected upon how courageous and caring the patients must have been, to give so much blood for a cause that it affected them, too.



    Syn had gone through a day of hard work, only to come home to a strange box that had been delivered to her temporary apartment. Wh-what is this? Syn's eyes widened as she carefully parted the tissue paper inside the delicately wrapped box, revealing a lavish dress and a neat, smartly tailored suit. Her hands trembled ever so slightly as she held them over the clothes nestled within the package, hesitant to pull them out lest she cause any damage. Wh-what's going on? she wondered, anxiety taking over. Fishing through the folds of the dress but not misplacing any fabric quite yet, the young mage discovered a square card of creamy, expensive paper that seemed to have the texture of polished metal, it was so smooth and hard. The typography was gold script, elegant and refined in appearance. Still more than a bit uneasy, the girl read the card, but it only arose more questions within her. Why was she being invited to a foreign ball? Minstrel was surely a lovely country, but she had never been there before. The citizens and hosts of such an event would have no inclination to invite Syn. She chewed thoughtfully on her bottom lip before finally releasing it, along with a huff of breath.

    "It seems like an overly formal, uppity event anyways. Perhaps I ought not to attend," the youth mused, considering her own words for a minute. If she rejected the invitation, would the hosts find their reputation of Fiore in general to be lowered? But surely, they could not expect a poor, ordinary girl mage as herself to have any experience with such matters... Syn twisted a lock of hair around her index finger as she tired herself out by overthinking the matter. "Sh-should I go?" she whispered, eyes flitting down to the beautiful formal attire that had been sent to her by private magical mail that only the wealthy could usually afford. The most crucial question was whether she could get away with not attending; if enough guests had been invited that she had been included, surely they would not notice, right? However, Syn had absolutely no hint as to how many others had received such invitations. It could have been an attempt of some extraordinarily well-off people to do some charity work and invite "normal" citizens to spend one night as rich folk

    As she finally managed to make a decision, the girl withdrew the dress and slipped it on, doing up the buttons in a criss-cross fashion on the back using a hook that she had been gifted a few years ago. It fit perfectly, only cementing the mage's desire to attend the party. And so she set off after undressing once more and carefully folding the clothes into a small suitcase. According to the note, she would be arriving through flight on a private vehicle, which served to unnerve the girl quite a decent amount. Nonetheless, Syn was confident in her decision, so she boarded with as relaxed of a mind and body as she could. During the flight, she felt no sort of shaking or quaking that she had originally expected; it was her first time flying, though, so anything would have surprised her. She was told by an attendant that a change of clothes was provided near the back of the airplane, so the girl left her seat to quickly change into those. They were nearly an exact replica of the type Syn had been sent; except, the material was slightly more fine and softer to the touch.

    Upon arrival, she stepped out onto a dark runway that was lit with various small posts along the sides of the pathway. A young man ushered her into a gargantuan building that seemed to resemble a castle more than anything, and soon enough she was directed to an opulent room which had a size comparable to over six times the entirety of Syn's apartment. She had the most lovely time, mostly dancing with strange partners and tasting morsels of rich, delectable foods that she did not know the names of. Eventually, the party died down until she was one of the only ones left; at that time, the same young man from before gently took her by the elbow and directed her back outside, to where another flight was being prepared. It had been a tiresome day, so Syn fell into a peaceful slumber on the way back home. This resulted in a flight attendant being forced to wake the girl, with several rounds of apologies on both sides. When they touched down back in Fiore, the girl smiled out the window one final time before exiting the craft and stepping down onto the ground, which was for once, not cold upon her feet during the night, for Syn had worn intricately embroidered slippers to complete her beautiful wardrobe. It and the dress were hers to keep, and after hanging the gown up in her cramped closet, the mage kicked off her shoes and toppled down onto her bed, more than ready to sleep away what was left of the hours of the night.

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    Ran
    Ran

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    Working Hard ● Syn, Shiva Empty Re: Working Hard ● Syn, Shiva

    Post by Ran 5th July 2021, 8:35 am

    "Hey, you certainly took a while to return and all that. Nice dress you've got there, by the way. Glad you hung it up so it doesn't get all wrinkly. Oh yes, hi! I'm Shiva, and I've come to kidnap you! Hope you're not too comfy on that bed of yours, because we'll be going now," The bright voice of the mage resounded through the room as she waved cheerfully to Syndrome. Since it was dark, it might be difficult to clearly see Shiva's face, but she had been waiting in this room for a while. Unexpectedly, it had taken the other mage a while to get back to her home. Now she was here, though, and the kidnapping process could begin! Smiling with amusement, she leaned forwards and patted Syn on the head, knowing that the girl was currently paralyzed. "Don't worry, you can sleep on the way there." Shiva sent a strong pulse of magic through the other mage's system, intending to knock her out. Still smiling gently, although it looked a bit off in the darkness of the room, she adjusted her hat. Things were going according to plan, although she hadn't expected this strange creature to be here.

    Glancing at the spirit blade who she and Aegir had managed to successfully subdue, Shiva rubbed at the side of her head thoughtfully. "Aegir, let's take this weapon with us. I have a feeling their bond is similar to ours," albeit, not as powerful, was what she didn't say. Her connection with the orca was something extraordinarily special that she doubted Syn and this rapier could reproduce, no offense. It was just her ego talking. "Chop chop, let's get going then," Shiva muttered as she snapped her fingers, a wave cascading over the room and resetting everything as though there had been no scuffles at all involved. Then, with Syndrome gathered up in her arms and Wish slung over her back, she melted away into what appeared to be a puddle. Said pool of water then slowly vanished into thin air, leaving no traces behind.

    Meanwhile, a non-puddle version of Shiva reemerged from an enormous pool of water. Not necessarily large in width and breadth but more of depth. It was an extremely deep type of body of water that was an imitation of a miniature cenote. Shiva lived here, in this underground sanctuary near to the temple where she had originally grown up. This place needed a lot of care after abrupt changes to its environment and ecosystem. Furthermore, it required sacrifices. She ended up bringing back a lot of people, especially mages, to promise their lives to Orcinus. Not too gently but with no unnecessary force, Shiva placed the other girl down on a wooden and straw bed and waited for her to awaken. Most likely, it would still be a few hours, so she left Aegir to guard her and took Wish with her as she left the compound. Going to the temple, she checked in on the last sacrifice. His eyes, nose, mouth, and ears were still bleeding, which meant that he was still alive! That was great, since Shiva didn't really want to put Syndrome on the altar if she wasn't awake. While the process still worked on unconscious targets, they never lasted as long. There were multiple ways in which one could increase the duration of sacrifices. Shiva had learned a lot over her years of keeping up this eden. In order to increase the area under Orcinus' Blessing, more life force was drained from the animal on the altar, meaning that it was quite difficult to maintain the blessing using one human per year.

    In the olden times, that method had worked just fine, and Shiva had used all of the old citizens of the city already. However, as she had worked to curate more land that was a haven for animals, the power of the blessing had demanded greater sacrifice. Thus, she had taken to going out and searching for relatively new mages. Their life force was far greater than an ordinary human because of their magical cores, meaning that the altar could absorb it with more efficiency and for a longer period of time. The stronger the mage, the better the result. However, Shiva was not really in the habit of picking fights with extremely talented mages. While her own life wasn't valued any higher than others, she realized that she had an important job to do. Should she die, nobody else right now would be able to perform her job. Except maybe Aegir. Only, if she disappeared, Shiva had no way of knowing what would happen to him as well, due to their bond. They were interconnected so strongly and to such a point that loss and damage was felt just as heavily in one as the other.

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    Syndrome
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    Working Hard ● Syn, Shiva Empty Re: Working Hard ● Syn, Shiva

    Post by Syndrome 5th July 2021, 1:35 pm



    Unfortunately for Syn, as soon as she lay down on her bed, a voice so chilling it nearly split her skull apart resounded through the room. The mage sat up immediately, her hand reaching into her requip inventory to pull out Malaise. She was too slow, though. A hand patted her forehead already, and Syn felt her muscles tightening up as she became immobilized. Her mouth tried to form words, but her lips were equally as frozen. The girl didn't want to sleep. Although this stranger was reassuring her that she could do so on the way there, Syn just wanted information. Where was there? A-And would she be safe? The youth's mind was filled with a wide range of possibilities, most of which were anything but good. Trying her best to keep her eyes open as a sudden wave of energy created in her a forceful urge to fall into deep sleep. Syn craned her neck as she tried to glance around the room. Wish had been sleeping nearby, tired out from a day of work. They had helped a lot of people today, but none had really required the use of magic. Therefore, Syn actually still had a lot of her power left. Most of it, really. She was surprised that this woman had been able to come in undetected and overpower her so easily. Struggling with all of her might, the auburn headed mage was still not successful in staying awake. The last thing she saw was the female stranger's unsettling smile in the dark shadows of the room.

    When Syn woke up, she found herself on an uncomfortable bed. Since the girl really enjoyed sleeping, she had tried many different sleeping situations over her years. This type of straw hay situation was not really a good one. Syn couldn't complain, though; she had been essentially kidnapped, after all. Now was not the time to be worrying about homely comforts and instead she should be concerned about her safety. The young mage stumbled to her feet, swaying a little bit unsteadily. Immediately, she looked around her for Wish. They were not anywhere in sight, leaving Syn worried for their safety. It was possible the strange woman had kidnapped her as a consequence of greed for Wish. After all, they were a very rare type of weapon spirit, and in the past, people had pursued Ruby Night in order to acquire Wish. Syn took note of all of her surroundings. There wasn't much, but she could tell that she was surrounded by wooden walls. Her instincts flared as she tried to activate her magic. Unfortunately, the auburn haired girl winced when a pounding headache began to thrum through her skull. The ability cancelled, and Syn was left puzzled and in pain. It seemed like she wouldn't be able to use magic for now.

    She would have to investigate the hard way. The girl did not want to call out to see if anyone was nearby, lest she alert her attacker. Syn therefore slowly made her way to her feet, putting on hand on the bed in order to stabilize herself. She could use the wall as well as a support. However, she was worried it might have some type of containment spell on it in order to prevent her from leaving this place. Alternatively, there might be nothing at all. Syn did not want to risk getting shocked like an animal in a cage or possibly letting the stranger know of her consciousness. Of course there was a possibility that as soon as she had awoken, some type of magic or other surveillance let her kidnapper know of that. Nothing was certain in life, however, and she intended to try to grasp every advantage she could get. Syn slowly stepped around the room, examining everything in sight. The place was very plain. The mage still couldn't access her magic, so she was unable to discern whether the furniture had power in it or not. The auburn haired girl ended up making her way towards the door and looking closely at the handle. When she touched it, her palm seemed fine. Turning it did nothing at all, though. Disappointed, the young mage tried to reach her magic again and found it continued to fail.

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    Working Hard ● Syn, Shiva Empty Re: Working Hard ● Syn, Shiva

    Post by Ran 7th July 2021, 11:43 am

    Shiva sat next to the altar, her fingertips skimming over the blade of the rapier Syndrome had kept by her side. An inanimate object in appearance, the sword was truly a strange weapon. Holding it by its hilt, she swung it towards the man's leg experimentally. On the altar, the sacrifice wailed as his leg was neatly sliced under the bone. Shiva blinked in surprise. "Wow, soon to be dead girl's sword is pretty nice," was all she said before she tossed it to the side haphazardly. The way Shiva figured it, she would've seen by now if it felt like showing its true magical strength. As long as this sword didn't want to cooperate, she had no use for it. Surely it was probably aware of what she was doing in some way. But it didn't even try to protest against her usage of it to cut off someone's leg. Shrugging to herself, Shiva turned her attention to the bleeding leg. Already, she heard the noise about Syn awakening. The girl had roused from her sleep much sooner than Shiva had expected, but she guessed perhaps she was more powerful than she had expected. That would be good. Those with more magical power fed the eden to a greater extent.

    Regardless of how strong she was, Syndrome wouldn't be able to escape from the room. Shiva had years of experience and experimentation with this series of events, and she knew that this cell (for all of its scruffiness) would hold any mage less potent than herself. Therefore, she was not wary at all of leaving Syndrome awake and unattended. Should a miraculous situation of an escaped prisoner present itself, Shiva had enough confidence in her own and Aegir's abilities that nothing bad would come of it. At the most, that kind of instance would be a mere inconvenience. After all, she had all the time in the world. Sort of. As long as her life span, at the very least. Knowing Shiva's life style, it was entirely possible that she might die sooner rather than later, but she still did her best to protect herself. "It would be nice to have someone else to help take care of the garden, wouldn't it, Aegir?" Shiva mused out loud as her fingers ran over the edges of the man's split flesh, her nose wrinkling as she realized he was quickly approaching his death. A fresh sacrifice would be needed soon.

    Aegir didn't respond out loud, but Shiva felt his agreement come through to her side of their bond. They would have to search for a suitable person sooner rather than later. After all, leaving the fate of this beautiful place to chance would likely be fitting, but she didn't want that. Shiva was human, and even though humans were play things of the gods she still controlled her own destiny for now. Since she could make decisions for herself and act upon them, Shiva had chosen to keep this place alive. More than alive, she had put in the effort and devotion to make it thrive. There was absolutely no way all of this blood shed could amount to nothing. Nodding to herself, Shiva slowly stood up from where she had been sitting next to the sacrificial altar. "He's not long for this world, so it's time to grab the girl," Shiva murmured mostly to herself, reiterating what both she and Aegir were thinking independently. "Maybe after we put her on the table we can go fishing," she laughed as the orca grunted a question for her ears only. Although Aegir was quite serious much of the time, he also knew how to enjoy life. Shiva felt much the same way, and she was prepared to enjoy the fine hours of daylight that would be left once their somewhat gruesome task was done.

    Easily skirting through the long stone tunnels underneath the temple, Shiva made her way back towards the room Syndrome had been placed down in. It was essentially right next to the entry pool where she often reformed or dissipated into water for travelling. Previously, a sacrificial target had told her when they came back here, 'Isn't it risky having the exit right next to where you're holding me prisoner? You must be mighty confident that I won't escape.' Shiva hadn't taken it as a challenge or even an estimation of her ego. Instead, she had replied with a small amount of amusement but more distracted boredom than anything that he wouldn't be able to use it anyway. That was absolutely true. Unless someone was a water spirit of sorts... like that one girl she had captured a while ago... using the tidal pools was foolish. They were so deep, with currents just beneath the surface, that drowning would most likely be in the cards for anyone who submerged themselves. Shaking her head to disrupt her distracted train of thinking, Shiva paused outside of Syndrome's door. She could hear the girl breathing on the other side, so close to the entrance that it made the corners of Shiva's lips turn up in a slight smile. "I would suggest moving away, unless you want to be knocked out again," her cold voice slipped through the door to echo slightly inside of the room.

    No matter what Syndrome did, Shiva would blast the front section of the room with a powerful burst of magic, rendering anyone caught in the radius stunned. Then she would simply open the door and slip inside before it slammed shut behind her, courtesy of Aegir who stayed remaining outside of the room for now. "Let's have a little talk, you and me, shall we?" Shiva's voice and expression were friendly, but her eyes betrayed a hint of unsettling iciness. "I'll be frank with you. You don't have to be a prisoner here. I'll show you around, we'll have a nice chat and I'll tell you about this sanctuary, and then you can go." Go on to the next life, was what Shiva meant, but she chose not to say this. At the end of the day, when the mages she brought back were willing to maintain their consciousness and briefly suffer, the land would reap immense benefits. People who would die for the cause in their last year of life rather than have it ended right away tended to be the result of her 'walk them around and kindly explain' routine, as Aegir often put it. Shiva suspected the majority of them chose to agree to do this because they hoped to find a way to free themselves before the end of their time. Their motives didn't matter to her, though, as long as their actions were in concurrence with what she needed.

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    Working Hard ● Syn, Shiva Empty Re: Working Hard ● Syn, Shiva

    Post by Syndrome 12th July 2021, 5:21 pm



    Syn was beginning to panic inside, although her expression still stayed fairly neutral. There was no way of knowing if her kidnapper was still watching or not. She slumped down next to the door, feeling defeated. There was not much in this room to help her. Since the auburn haired girl also couldn't access her magic, she had to rely on pure, natural physical strength. From day to day, Syn mostly used her physical abilities enhanced by magic to accomplish things that mages did. That was her brand of magic. However, without being enhanced at all, she was only moderately stronger than the average person. Feeling uncomfortable with the powerlessness of her situation, Syn tried to call out to Wish through their bond.

    'Wish, can you hear me? I think we're in trouble. Where are you?' If Wish was too far away for even their telepathic connection to work, then Syn was one hundred percent doomed. Her magic relied on their bond to properly function. Wish was her teacher, her mentor, and essentially her magical partner. Luckily, Wish responded soon enough, though there was a delay and their words felt slightly fuzzy... like the connection was breaking up. 'Syn, we may have been kidnapped by cultists. This lady and her pet fish are chopping a man up on a stone table while she pets me,' the rapier told her. Horrified, Syn backed away from the door, clutching at her sides.

    'She just called you soon to be dead girl and tossed me away like a piece of trash,' Wish informed her in a grumbling tone, disgruntled at being dubbed garbage. Syn was more concerned about her status as apparently on a kill list. She had to escape. But how could it be done... that was proving to be an exceedingly hard riddle to crack. Returning to the door, Syn fiddled with the knob as she tried again to access her magic. Not only was she unable to requip any of her spell equipment, but she also could not even cast the most basic caster spell. Shaking her head, Syn was lost on her next course of action. The next time she touched the door, a voice came from the other side, startling her. Had she managed to locate the right space to get an automated response... no, it was just her kidnapper. The silverette was back, and she was already threatening Syn.

    Moving away from the door with a swiftness that betrayed her fear of being rendered unconscious once more, Syn watched as the air in front of her bristled with some type of magic. Possibly this woman had a variety of sound magic. Then, Syn was met face to face with her assaulter, now under brighter light than the former dim vision she'd had in her bedroom at the temporary apartment. Immediately, the strange woman began to speak, her words honeyed and smooth. They were so convincing that Syn felt suspicious as soon as they reached her ears, but she wouldn't say anything at first. If she didn't have to be a prisoner, then why she was brought here like this was highly questionable. Syn met the woman's eyes levelly, her mouth open when she deduced the other was done speaking for now. "If you are being as honest as you claim, I will be equally straightforward. I don't believe you, and I believe you wish me ill will. What evidence do I have to trust that if I follow your directions and partake in this tour that you will not kill me?" Remembering what Wish had told her they'd seen, Syn cleared her throat.

    "I don't want to be chopped up and sacrificed to some strange god. I don't even know your full name or who you are." While she had popped into her room, the silverette had claimed she was 'Shiva,' but that could easily have been a lie or a partial truth. Most importantly, she needed to find Wish. There was hope in her heart that now the door had been opened, she might be able to use magic. Unfortunately, there were also several scenarios where this entire place nullified her powers. Syn had heard horror stories of facilities where mages were trapped, after all. She had some high hopes because this woman had used a magical blast just now, but it was an option that she was simply either immune or had a high enough status or privileges that rules like that did not apply to her.

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    Working Hard ● Syn, Shiva Empty Re: Working Hard ● Syn, Shiva

    Post by Ran 13th July 2021, 6:39 am

    Shiva's gaze sharpened slightly at Syn's words, although her visible appearance stayed mostly the same. It was very interesting that this young woman seemed to already know that she had nothing but bad intentions for Syndrome. Of course, it could just be base instincts and a trepidation when it came to strangers and being kidnapped. Such was natural, and Shiva could expect it from everyone who she brought to the city this way. However, the extreme distrust even in this situation where she was essentially at the mercy of Shiva was rather confusing. Could it be possible she already knew what was truly going on? Eyeing Syndrome a bit strangely, Shiva then said, "If you don't believe me, then that's your own problem. The evidence will be when you follow me and no harm comes to you," she finally said. How on earth could Shiva provide evidence otherwise without Syndrome even giving her a chance? She shrugged to herself.

    "My name is Shiva, that's my full name. I haven't got a surname anymore, but when I did, it was something stupid," she let the young mage know casually. "I've forgotten it by now. Was so long ago. My proper name I use in the city is Hiyori Aegir," Shiva tacked on, just in case it earned her any credibility. She had no idea why revealing her alias or fake name would, but since Syndrome distrusted her original introduction she decided it wouldn't hurt. At the very least, the girl was strangely on point with her accusations. Shiva couldn't help but laugh as she remembered again what the other mage had said. "Also, do you wanna be sacrificed to my god? He doesn't really need you, but if you're looking to die, I don't mind," she offered, trying not to laugh. This girl was something else. She was just so suspicious of Shiva in all regards. Even though she couldn't blame Syndrome for that, she still found it absolutely hilarious.

    Stepping slightly away from the girl, Shiva motioned to the door. "Follow me or don't, it's your choice," she honestly couldn't be bothered to try to convince the girl any more than she already was doing. "You'll be able to use magic outside, if you want. And see your rapier again," she dangled that promise in front of Syndrome just in case it helped sweeten the prospect of leaving the room. If she didn't feel like following Shiva still, then she planned to just knock her out and carry her. She'd done it before, and in the future, she'd do it again. People were surprisingly light most of the time.

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    Working Hard ● Syn, Shiva Empty Re: Working Hard ● Syn, Shiva

    Post by Syndrome 6th August 2021, 1:51 pm



    Syn felt as though she were in a dream. This absolutely psychotic silver haired woman was talking casually about sacrificing her to a god as though it was an afternoon lunch topic. Even though the young mage was quickly running out of options, she was not yet at the point of blindly following this Shiva figure. No matter how many times she told Syn that the evidence would be plain in front of her as long as she trusted the cackling woman, that was completely unreliable. Syn felt that it was a more likely scenario that her auburn locks would be painted in red from a knife through her throat. For some reason or another, the silver headed stranger wanted her cooperation for now. Either that, or she needed it. Syn could tell, because it would be easy for the older mage to over power her in this moment. She was in a room and incapable of using her magic.

    Yet, for whatever reason, Shiva was attempting to convince Syn to go along with her plans. That did add some credibility to the crazed woman's claim of not hurting her as long as she followed her. Her exact words were that he, meaning the god, did not need her, Syndrome. Moreover, the red eyed stranger was altogether too amused by those words, leading Syn to truly believe she had lost touch with reality. "I will follow you, so take me to Wish," the chestnut headed girl stepped towards her attacker with slow movements. If she could use magic outside, then she would ready it for attack. Even though blatantly throwing punches would not be the best bet, she could prepare her body and enhance her muscles' readiness. In order to have the best chance of survival here, she needed to be smart but not blatant.

    'I am to the east of where you are,' Wish echoed. They were moving around, Syn could tell, based on the pinging of the bond back and forth. 'I don't believe she realized I could move on my own. She left me in that room with a living corpse on a table, but I escaped,' Syn listened to Wish describe where they were headed. They might have a chance of ambushing the silver haired female

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