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A - C Akeldama Alisha Diphda Allura Baku Ben Douglass Belthazar Carl Grimes Connor

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(last updated: 1/21/19)

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Belthazar Spellscry/Anor'thalion | OC

[spellsteal]

[This room seems far bigger than it is, owing mostly to the gorgeous view outside the cozy bay window. Strangely-shaped tall buildings cut a pearly silhouette against the sun, which seems stuck in perpetual sunset for the moment. The trees reflect various shades of autumn as well, and the golden cobblestones on the street outside are peaceful and empty.

That elegant architecture extends to the inside of the room as well. It's spacious yet cluttered, owing mostly to the piles upon piles of books. There are... so many books. Magical tomes, biographies, tomes of history and exploration, science and pontifications on the nature of life, romance novels, comic books-- there's books of every shape and size, and they're all haphazardly shoved into piles tall enough to climb on. There are even a few on the nook beneath the window, which has clearly seen much use recently.

Beneath a second smaller window is a plain wooden stool, though the sky outside of that window is dark and rainy-- the sound clearly heard if one steps closer to it. Various pieces of antique wooden furniture also occupy the room, a bit dusty but loved. There's a broken vanity mirror covered in a sheet, a four-poster bed covered with more books and purple-blue gauzy drapes, a tall hutch, and a huge wooden desk shoved against the wall.

Half of the desk's space is currently occupied by a threadbare violet robe. There's also an open spellbook, though like every other tome in the room, the words slip off the pages in that obnoxious way that dreams have. The chair is occupied by none other than Belthazar himself, though he looks a bit different (for those who have met him). He's a few years younger, about the age of six, and his eyes are a glowing turquoise. He's very absorbed in this spellbook and doesn't notice anyone coming in.

Scattered around the desk and the tiny shelf above it are a few items of note. They carry some interest, like an imperceptible glow setting them apart from the rest of the room. There's a worn journal and a floating quill, a bright red book with gold lettering in Thalassian, a pristine white feather, an old roll of bandages, a bowl of still-warm soup, and a slice of rainbow cake.

On the tall hutch are a few more items, some shoved rather haphazardly toward the back. There's a long crimson scarf, a glowing purple magic gem, a glowing green magic gem beside it streaked with shadow, a severed metallic blue thread tangled up with everything else, a silver masquerade mask, a half-broken tea set, black baby shoes, and a broken potion bottle with its contents long since dried up.]

[OOC: Content warnings include the following: journal (parental death), red book (genocide), white feather (genocide), green mana gem (starvation), slice of cake (starvation, child abuse), tea set (vague mentions of genocide and starvation), broken potion vial (mention of murder). You can find a list of items and their content warnings here. Some items are the same as last time.]

[straightouttacarbonite]

[ Now, this place? He could get used to that view. The books are maybe a little much-- not that he's got anything against reading necessarily, but sheesh, there are definitely other things he'd decorate with!-- but it's got potential.

Not that he's really interested in living on any planet long-term.

It takes him a second to notice he's not alone in the room. ]

Uh, hi...

[spellsteal]

[The kid at the table pauses in his work when someone addresses him, and lifts his head. He turns to glance at Han. There's a little spark of recognition but not much else.]

Oh, you're that human. I suppose you can poke around-- I'm not really able to stop you.

Do you like magic?

[straightouttacarbonite]

[ That human is not the worst thing he's ever been called, so he's not remotely offended. ]

Magic? I dunno, can you like things that aren't real?

[ It's rhetorical. He does turn away to inspect the shelves, like there might be some clue to getting home scattered around. Curious, he leans in to look at the glowing jewels. ]

[spellsteal]

What do you mean magic isn't real? We taught it to you in the first place. Because you asked.

[It's said in the tone of a know it all child, because this is one very precocious child. Of course, leaning too close to the purple gem causes the room to melt into something else-- though, unfortunately, it doesn't set Han free.



The mansion has turned into a cramped apartment room, spartan and dark and messy. Belthazar is laying face down in the bed. His robes are tattered purple and blue. There is another elf sitting on the edge of the bed, older, possessing the same flickering green eyes as his charge. He is blond and obviously not related to Belthazar, but the fondness of his look is familial. He's conjuring something in his hands, giving the room a pale purple light.]

Don't let it get like this, Belthazar. Talk to me before you start looking like a goddamn ghost.

[Belth hides his face in his arms.] I was fine... fine until the mission. I used too much magic. We were supposed to distract them, and so... [He sucks in a sharp breath, and quietly adds:] I'm sorry.

[Adrasteius holds out a ruby flickering with mana. He sighs heavily, the weight of the world on his shoulders. But he has to be strong for the boy.] Take this. Please.

[It takes him a moment or two, but Belth draws himself up to his knees. He starts to reach for the mana gem, already feeling the thirst inside of him calling, screaming-- but he hesitates, looking up at the magister with the expression of a miserable child.

He draws the mana from it with his fingertips, taking just enough to stay alive.

They talk for a little while longer, with Adra steadily moving closer. His tone is gentle, unchiding. He recognizes that the boy is frightened and tired, and could take off like a wounded animal without notice. They talk about a few things: Belthazar being in a battle for the first time, Adra's inability to do anything, the fact that this world they're in has such little mana to feed on.

Finally, Adrasteius lays a hand on Belthazar's shoulder. The boy hunches his shoulders but doesn't move away. He can't be older than fifteen.]

... You have to fight to get anything of worth. It doesn't matter what world it is, they're all the same.

And when you get it, you have to hold onto it as tightly as you can. Someone will always try to take it away from you.

[Adra's lips form a line.] And what do you consider worth fighting for?

[Belthazar's voice is young and raw in the darkness.]

A place to exist. A... home.


[The vision fades, bringing light and summer back to the room. The purple jewel in front of Han's eyes cracks and breaks into several shards-- all of which get sucked into that nasty-looking green one.

Belthazar looks a little older now, from his place sitting in the chair, about sixteen with black robes on and those same bright green eyes from the memory. He watches Han like a distrustful cat watching someone walk through its territory, his hands on his spellbook.]

[deathcouture]

[ Holy crap that's a lot of books. fjkfjsk Normally, he'd at least glance at the titles, curiosity frequently getting the better of him - but this whole going-into-people's-minds thing has him rethinking most of his initial reactions in these places.

He's about to reach for one of the items on the desk, but then he notices the child -- might be better to get his attention first, right? ]

Sorry, I didn't see you there... Is this your, um, room?

[spellsteal]

[The kid's feet don't even touch the floor as he turns to glance at the strange man in his room. He kicks them idly, but otherwise makes no move to stop him.]

Sort of. There are some things that don't belong here, and a window to somewhere I don't like remembering. [His ears twitch.] Are you a human?

[This kid is very precocious for his apparent age, but it's Weird Dream Shit and also, he's an elf.]

[deathcouture]

[ Precocious, sure, but nothing Kravitz can't handle (at least not yet). He's more amused than anything, honestly. But oh, that's... a complicated question. More complicated than it should be. Definitely not the kid's fault! It is what it is. ]

I am. [ For the most part. He cracks a small smile. ] Was it that obvious?

[spellsteal]

[He giggles, soft and light and infectious. It's so mirthful. As a child, he was always full of joy until one particular incident. That's reflected here, briefly at least.]

You don't have pointy ears! [And he points to his own, which are very long and very pointy indeed.]

Humans aren't supposed to be here, but you can come and go if you want. This place isn't actually Silvermoon City... If it was, my room would have more books in it and I'd be able to read all of them unlike here where all the words fall off the books. And there would be a big ugly scar outside the window.

[Sure enough, now that he's mentioned it, the golden and perfect street outside has been replaced by a giant dark gouge through the earth, cleaving through the gates and buildings and once-shining temples. There's a twitching movement outside and the distant wail of banshees and skeletons rising from the Dead Scar. But none of them approach the window, so it's fine.]

[abracafcku]

[Huh. Taako is drawn first to the window that shows that city outside. This room is nice, the sort of comfortable nice that says the occupant is well-taken care of and provided for. There's enough junk in here for it to belong to some 400 year old wizard, but the types of books are scattered across every genre. It's the sort of room that Taako would have loved to own at some point, if he'd ever had enough time and money to settle down anywhere.

Never had been in the cards for him though.

Trying to read any of the books is futile, so he starts exploring and notices the darker window. That one...is a little closer to what he knows though, so he stays away from it. Which is why he sees the little elf behind the desk, eyes glowing as he studies.

Of fucking course Belthazar would be a giant nerd even as a child.

Taako goes over to the desk and props his chin in his hands, elbows on the desk as he watches the child-version of Belthazar study for a moment.]

No wonder you asked if fifteen books was enough for a week. You were a nerd even at this age.

[spellsteal]

[He doesn't even notice Taako until he's right there on the desk. The kid looks at Taako with glowing blue-green eyes-- not the gold that he has when he's older-- and a look of surprise. And then he sticks his tongue out.]

I read fast! No one had time to play with me so I kept reading and reading and reading. I bet I've read more books than you.

[He gestures to the wideness of the room with both hands.]

If I had a room like this growing up I definitely would've filled it with books. But you can't really read anything in here. I tried.

[abracafcku]

Yeah, you probably have. I'm not a nerd.

[Plus the whole, missing like a shitload of his memory makes counting books kind of hard. He smirks at the kid though because this is kind of cute. If Belthazar has always been a nerd, it's a little endearing, like a bad habit never grown out of.

But the admission that this isn't his room sends a tinge of worry through his mind. If this isn't Belthazar's room, then whose is it? Is it from when he's older? Is it a benefactor's or something?]

Mm, yeah, the words're all funky as fuck. But no biggie, you've probably read 'em all already, right?

[spellsteal]

Everyone's a nerd about something.

[Sounds like something a nerd would say.]

Oooh, you swooore. I have less time now that I'm a big brother, but most of these are from space.

[deviances]

[ Sup, nerd? Guess who's back?

Eithan lets out a low whistle when he looks around the room - it's all pretty impressive, honestly, even the books all over the place. And of course, the view from the one window is gorgeous! Even if the other one is stormy. Could be worse, honestly. And this is all super familiar, but the only other person he can see in here is a little kid-- oh dear goddess that's-- ]

Belthazar?

[spellsteal]

[Before Eithan even finishes the elf's name, Belth is rocket-launching himself to tackle the man's legs. He's that perfect height and age where he can stand on Eithan's foot and cling to his knee.]

Ohhhh, you're really tall!

[deviances]

[ fjkdsal and there is suddenly a child-sized Belth wrapped around his leg! He laughs - he can't help it, really, what else does one do in a situation like this? And he grins down at him. ]

Yeah I get that a lot. [ Snort. ] How's the weather down there, short stuff?

[spellsteal]

[Belth stares up at him with big blue-green eyes.] At least I don't run into doorframes!

This is my room, sort of. It's my room when I'm older, with a few more things in it.

[ananym]

[ the structure reminds alucard a little of the castle. only a little because the castle was never so cheery or bright. the castle was a reflection of its owner and whatever moods took him. the sheer amount of books is surprising though. it seems like a home. a normal home. alucard had forgotten what normalcy looks like. again, it feels like an intrusion he's not comfortable with. going into places he no longer has a right to.

families, after all, have no business with alucard. they belonged to adrian tepes. but he finds himself opening the journal all the same, curious. ]

[spellsteal]

[The kid at the desk doesn't seem to notice Alucard's presence, nor does he stop Alucard from touching the journal. As soon as he does, however, the edges of the room warp and shift to a cool autumn morning a very, very long time ago, not all that different from the trees outside the large bay window...



The grass beneath his feet is soft and springy. The sun beats down on them in defiance of the gloomy morning. A girl on the edge of adolescence stands impossibly tall beside the small elven boy, who can't be more than three years old; the girl has the same glowing blue eyes and black hair curling loosely about her shoulders. Ahead are two mounds of dirt with engraved brass markers, and between the markers is an oak sapling resting in a half-dug hole. In a half-circle around the graves are the guests, all dressed in shades of maroon and black.

This is obviously some kind of funeral, but the prevailing emotion is confusion, if such a thing can be sensed from the child.]

When are Mama and Papa coming home?

[The small crowd murmurs. The girl keeps her gaze forward as the head priest begins to recite prayers to the Light. She crushes the boy to her side in a hug as she tries to keep herself together. This is a fight she is losing terribly.]

Sister? [The boy's tone grows more pleading.] Sister? Why are you crying?

[Caspa runs her fingers through his messy hair.] Shhh, Belthazar... You'll understand in time.


[The vision melts away, leaving Alucard in the same room he was in before. Belthazar is watching him with some curiosity from the chair. He's only a little bigger than the kid in the memory, but small enough that he can pull his legs up onto the chair and just... watch.]

Are you sure you're not a high elf? You look like a high elf.

[ananym]

[ it is strange to see these visions of pain and grief and find himself . . . jealous in a way. envious of the ability. his expression softens at belthazar's question. ]

I'm afraid not. I am a half-vampire.

[spellsteal]

[Belthazar chews on this answer for a minute. Despite his somewhat defensive posture, he's not aggressive in any way. Just curious.]

... I don't remember anything about my parents. Caspa was all I had, but she was everything.

I don't know where she went. I don't think I'll ever know, even if I become the grandest sorcerer in all of Azeroth. But I don't like to think about that either, because looking for her is what got me this far.

It's easier to hide from the truth.

[necromanswers]

[Upon arrival Lup's gaze is immediately drawn to the window, mostly to see if it grants any hints as to where she might be, but also because damn, that view. It looks like a cute and cozy place, at least, but she has no clue where it might be. Casting her gaze around the room searching for familiar faces nets her- ah, Belth? Kinda? A pint-sized one, anyway. If it's him then that explains the books. ...Sooooo many books.

She's tempted to poke around, since that tends to be the theme in these dreamy places, but she can't just ignore the kidlet so she wanders over to lean against his desk.]

What're ya working on?

SORRY THIS IS SO LATE alsdjkafdf

[spellsteal]

[Sooooo many books...

When he notices Lup leaning against the desk, he squeaks and windmills his arms a bit to stay seated on the chair, and just barely makes it. Still, he's happy to see Lup.]

Hi nice lady! [oh my god] I'm studying. I want my polymorph to be special, because turning people into sheep is dumb.

None of it matters because this isn't real but that's okay. I'm not as nice when I'm growed up.

[necromanswers]

[nice lady...

Lup quirks a brow, but refrains from commenting. The rest is a bit more significant.]

I thought you were plenty nice. What's wrong with sheepifying people, though? It's good for a laugh.

[spellsteal]

[He turns pink right up to his ears.]

N-nooo, you're way nicer...

Um, sheeping is really overdone! If you want to prove you're a mage with any creativity, you have to put a spin on it. Like making them into a turtle, or a tiny giraffe, or a big black cat.