Post by Clopin on Jan 22, 2019 6:45:59 GMT
May 17th | Open to the entire Rogue army. Jafar is suffering from major amnesia and does not remember a thing. Have fun, and do not mention IC to Jafar who he actually is. (please note you do NOT have to write a novel, I just needed to set the scene!)
“I...really don’t think it’s a good idea to summon something like oh, I don’t know, a freaking demon for something that you could probably do with chemicals, Clopin.” Taylor said, crossing her arms as she watched the king gather ingredients from the far side of the table in his personal lab. Bob stood next to her, tail swishing slowly as he looked on, frowning more as Clopin pushed some papers aside to put down the heavy, leather bound tome he was carrying. He then turned to look at the two for a moment, his giddy expression falling into disappointment.
“If all you two are going to do is sit there and frown, I’d rather not have you in my laboratory. Either help me, or leave.” Clopin demanded. Taylor rolled her eyes and groaned, before grabbing the bag of chalk that was sitting next to the cobalt blue powder that Clopin had just set down. She undid the drawstring, as Bob grabbed the corner of the rug on the floor and pulled it away, revealing the deep gray stone floor that lay underneath it. He flung it over to a corner of the alcove, and then met Taylor’s worried gaze, as she began to draw a symbol with one of the chalk sticks onto the stone floor. Clopin knelt down and took another piece of chalk, starting the symbol from the opposite side of where Taylor was, until the two of them met in the middle, side by side. Clopin’s arm brushed against Taylor’s, and the two of them flinched in surprise, before Taylor blushed and looked away, and Clopin cleared his throat out of nervousness.
“Well...does it look right?” Taylor asked after a few moments, turning to look at Clopin, who looked at Bob for guidance. The unicorn nodded slowly, as he levitated the tome from the workbench to sit in front of the two of them.
“I still don’t see why we’ve got to do this. Can’t you just conjure up another one with that weird blue stuff and maybe even the original Philosopher’s Stone?” Taylor asked, as she rested a hand on the book’s yellowed page. Clopin shook his head slowly, and hung his head.
“Taylor…ma chérie, where do you think the stone gets its color from? Yes, I was lucky when I found the original stone, but part of it is created by a demon’s blood. That is how it is able to grant a long life to whoever possesses it.” Clopin explained, as he gently removed Taylor’s hand from the book and pushed it off to the side. He then nodded to Bob to light the candles to begin the ritual, and despite how uncomfortable the unicorn felt, he did as he was told.
Clopin then stood up, as Bob joined Taylor’s side, pressing himself close to her for protection. Taylor wrapped an arm around his neck as he leaned into her, visibly shaking. She then leaned her head against him, patting his chest with her free hand.
“It’s alright bud, don’t worry. I won’t let whatever the hell is summoned hurt you.” Taylor whispered to him, as Clopin began the incantation.
Attenrobendum eos,
ad consiendrum,
ad ligandum eos,
potiter et solvendum,
et ad,
congregontum eos,
coram me.
A blinding light and flash of warm air nearly brought Clopin to his knees, and Taylor held onto Bob for dear life. As quickly as it had appeared, it disappeared, leaving a slumped man within their midst. Taylor opened one eye to look, as did Clopin. Bob’s head was still in Taylor’s lap, his face still buried in her torso. She half-smiled and patted his head, before looking to Clopin with an expression that read what do we do now?
The king reached out towards the slumped figure, but was stopped by a cloud of thick black smoke emanating from the lines of the symbol on the ground. The demon that he had intended to summon materialized, flapping its bat-like wings to keep itself aloft. Its yellow eyes looked down on the humans, before straying over to Bob, who looked absolutely comical with his head buried in Taylor’s lap.
“How cute. A big lap unicorn. I’m not gonna hurt your friend, but I am sick and tired of you humans summoning me for pointless shit. I already know what you want.” the demon snarled, turning his attention from Bob and Taylor to Clopin. The gypsy king slowly closed his mouth, as the demon tossed a vial of dark red liquid to Clopin, who caught it in his hand.
“Now, I leave you with this parting gift, your Highness. Have fun with him, and do be sure to keep an eye out, because if he disobeys you, it’s back to the grave for him.” the demon cackled, before disappearing into thin air. Taylor and Clopin looked at each other for a brief moment, brows raised in confusion, before their attention was diverted to the slumped shape that had been left behind. As the man came to, rubbing his head as he opened his eyes, Clopin couldn’t help but gasp with surprise. Bob finally turned his head only to see the man who was responsible for starting the war sitting before them, with a confused look on his face. The unicorn’s brows furrowed together, but before he could say anything, Taylor clamped a hand down on his muzzle.
“Wait.” she hissed, as Clopin slowly approached the man that they all knew as Jafar.
“Where am I? Who are you?” Jafar asked, looking up at Clopin. Clopin raised a brow, and then realized that this is what the demon had meant. Jafar was a blank slate...which meant that if he did this right…he could turn the tides of war in their favor. Restraining himself from grinning deviously, the king offered his hand to Jafar, as he helped the sorcerer up from the floor.
“I am King Clopin Trouillefou of France, mon ami. You are in Paris, and this is Taylor, and Bob. Come with us, we will take you to meet your…fellow soldiers.” Clopin said, as Jafar followed him without so much as a question. The young woman and the unicorn followed behind them, unsure of how this was going to play out for them in the long run. Taylor sincerely hoped that Clopin knew what he was doing.
When they got to the new Court of Miracles, the king leapt up onto a stone parapet with relative ease, calling for the Rogues to come forth.
“Mes amies! We have a new recruit joining us today!” Clopin announced, as Taylor and Bob stood next to Jafar, who, for a great and powerful sorcerer, looked quite nervous for the first time in a long time.
“His name is...Malak al-Mawt.”
“If all you two are going to do is sit there and frown, I’d rather not have you in my laboratory. Either help me, or leave.” Clopin demanded. Taylor rolled her eyes and groaned, before grabbing the bag of chalk that was sitting next to the cobalt blue powder that Clopin had just set down. She undid the drawstring, as Bob grabbed the corner of the rug on the floor and pulled it away, revealing the deep gray stone floor that lay underneath it. He flung it over to a corner of the alcove, and then met Taylor’s worried gaze, as she began to draw a symbol with one of the chalk sticks onto the stone floor. Clopin knelt down and took another piece of chalk, starting the symbol from the opposite side of where Taylor was, until the two of them met in the middle, side by side. Clopin’s arm brushed against Taylor’s, and the two of them flinched in surprise, before Taylor blushed and looked away, and Clopin cleared his throat out of nervousness.
“Well...does it look right?” Taylor asked after a few moments, turning to look at Clopin, who looked at Bob for guidance. The unicorn nodded slowly, as he levitated the tome from the workbench to sit in front of the two of them.
“I still don’t see why we’ve got to do this. Can’t you just conjure up another one with that weird blue stuff and maybe even the original Philosopher’s Stone?” Taylor asked, as she rested a hand on the book’s yellowed page. Clopin shook his head slowly, and hung his head.
“Taylor…ma chérie, where do you think the stone gets its color from? Yes, I was lucky when I found the original stone, but part of it is created by a demon’s blood. That is how it is able to grant a long life to whoever possesses it.” Clopin explained, as he gently removed Taylor’s hand from the book and pushed it off to the side. He then nodded to Bob to light the candles to begin the ritual, and despite how uncomfortable the unicorn felt, he did as he was told.
Clopin then stood up, as Bob joined Taylor’s side, pressing himself close to her for protection. Taylor wrapped an arm around his neck as he leaned into her, visibly shaking. She then leaned her head against him, patting his chest with her free hand.
“It’s alright bud, don’t worry. I won’t let whatever the hell is summoned hurt you.” Taylor whispered to him, as Clopin began the incantation.
Attenrobendum eos,
ad consiendrum,
ad ligandum eos,
potiter et solvendum,
et ad,
congregontum eos,
coram me.
A blinding light and flash of warm air nearly brought Clopin to his knees, and Taylor held onto Bob for dear life. As quickly as it had appeared, it disappeared, leaving a slumped man within their midst. Taylor opened one eye to look, as did Clopin. Bob’s head was still in Taylor’s lap, his face still buried in her torso. She half-smiled and patted his head, before looking to Clopin with an expression that read what do we do now?
The king reached out towards the slumped figure, but was stopped by a cloud of thick black smoke emanating from the lines of the symbol on the ground. The demon that he had intended to summon materialized, flapping its bat-like wings to keep itself aloft. Its yellow eyes looked down on the humans, before straying over to Bob, who looked absolutely comical with his head buried in Taylor’s lap.
“How cute. A big lap unicorn. I’m not gonna hurt your friend, but I am sick and tired of you humans summoning me for pointless shit. I already know what you want.” the demon snarled, turning his attention from Bob and Taylor to Clopin. The gypsy king slowly closed his mouth, as the demon tossed a vial of dark red liquid to Clopin, who caught it in his hand.
“Now, I leave you with this parting gift, your Highness. Have fun with him, and do be sure to keep an eye out, because if he disobeys you, it’s back to the grave for him.” the demon cackled, before disappearing into thin air. Taylor and Clopin looked at each other for a brief moment, brows raised in confusion, before their attention was diverted to the slumped shape that had been left behind. As the man came to, rubbing his head as he opened his eyes, Clopin couldn’t help but gasp with surprise. Bob finally turned his head only to see the man who was responsible for starting the war sitting before them, with a confused look on his face. The unicorn’s brows furrowed together, but before he could say anything, Taylor clamped a hand down on his muzzle.
“Wait.” she hissed, as Clopin slowly approached the man that they all knew as Jafar.
“Where am I? Who are you?” Jafar asked, looking up at Clopin. Clopin raised a brow, and then realized that this is what the demon had meant. Jafar was a blank slate...which meant that if he did this right…he could turn the tides of war in their favor. Restraining himself from grinning deviously, the king offered his hand to Jafar, as he helped the sorcerer up from the floor.
“I am King Clopin Trouillefou of France, mon ami. You are in Paris, and this is Taylor, and Bob. Come with us, we will take you to meet your…fellow soldiers.” Clopin said, as Jafar followed him without so much as a question. The young woman and the unicorn followed behind them, unsure of how this was going to play out for them in the long run. Taylor sincerely hoped that Clopin knew what he was doing.
When they got to the new Court of Miracles, the king leapt up onto a stone parapet with relative ease, calling for the Rogues to come forth.
“Mes amies! We have a new recruit joining us today!” Clopin announced, as Taylor and Bob stood next to Jafar, who, for a great and powerful sorcerer, looked quite nervous for the first time in a long time.
“His name is...Malak al-Mawt.”
