ᴢᴇʀᴇғ (
deathsought) wrote in
animus_network2013-07-05 06:32 pm
☠ one
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I do not know what happened to my own world, but I would ask that nobody visits Floor Twenty-Five, for now. I'll be headed there after I make this entry.
[ He has heard that it will always appear that way; peaceful spring weather, with a pretty meadow. Maybe then, if he stays there... his magic won't affect it. Hey, it was worth a try. ]
I don't wish to introduce myself. It is better if nobody here knows who I am, or what I am. Though if anyone encounters a book in either of the libraries titled 'The Book of Zeref,' tell me. I will dispose of it. I may be the only one here who knows how.
✒ action, floor twenty-five
[ And sure enough, there he is, later. He's kneeling in a small clearing, staring down at a certain white flour. The flower was oddly resilient. It wasn't wilting, wasn't turning black and crumbling to dust just from being near the Black Wizard. But isn't that how it always is? ]
Our world... destroyed.
[ He whispered to nobody in particular, feeling tears threaten to roll down his cheeks. He picked the small flower, ripping the stem between his fingers. It immediately wilted, the petals shriveling up and falling off, with the stem becoming coarse and rubbery. Zeref simply dropped it where it was. ]
Was it me? Was it Acnologia? [ Again, asking nobody in particular. ] I guess it doesn't matter. Maybe it was better off, after all.
{{ OOC: Zeref's magic makes it dangerous (and possibly deadly) just to be near him, so naturally, a permissions post was mandatory. }}
I do not know what happened to my own world, but I would ask that nobody visits Floor Twenty-Five, for now. I'll be headed there after I make this entry.
[ He has heard that it will always appear that way; peaceful spring weather, with a pretty meadow. Maybe then, if he stays there... his magic won't affect it. Hey, it was worth a try. ]
I don't wish to introduce myself. It is better if nobody here knows who I am, or what I am. Though if anyone encounters a book in either of the libraries titled 'The Book of Zeref,' tell me. I will dispose of it. I may be the only one here who knows how.
✒ action, floor twenty-five
[ And sure enough, there he is, later. He's kneeling in a small clearing, staring down at a certain white flour. The flower was oddly resilient. It wasn't wilting, wasn't turning black and crumbling to dust just from being near the Black Wizard. But isn't that how it always is? ]
Our world... destroyed.
[ He whispered to nobody in particular, feeling tears threaten to roll down his cheeks. He picked the small flower, ripping the stem between his fingers. It immediately wilted, the petals shriveling up and falling off, with the stem becoming coarse and rubbery. Zeref simply dropped it where it was. ]
Was it me? Was it Acnologia? [ Again, asking nobody in particular. ] I guess it doesn't matter. Maybe it was better off, after all.
{{ OOC: Zeref's magic makes it dangerous (and possibly deadly) just to be near him, so naturally, a permissions post was mandatory. }}

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[text] why is this cr cute omg
[text] it really is
[text] maka stop hugging all the woobies
[ It was likely literally impossible to control Death Magic, not without become a psychopath and losing any and all forms of empathy and compassion. Zeref didn't just know every trick in the book when it came to the Black Arts, he wrote the book. If he couldn't find a way to control random Death Magic explosions, it definitely wasn't due to lack of trying. ]
[text] but if she doesn't who will?
[text] good point...
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