Noble vs Cryo; Warm up.

Standing within plain sight, in what he determined to be the nexus of the rock bed; the fabled one stood ever stoically. A slight breeze catching his chocolate locks, ivory mantle; and light debris alike created a rather majestic picture of the Evgenis, matched with the coruscating streams of illumine that drizzled across his figure; Noble emanated a field of what he felt was an aura of grace and tranquility – Quite the contrast to the uproar his opponent was to bring. Though he for the moment he would wait ever so patiently, fully embracing the serenity that washed over him; that resonated so perfectly with him, the elements of the world abundant around him supporting and caressing him; Noble once more found himself at peace before battle…

In all but a transient moment his serenity shattered, Cryo’s uproar had shattered through his atmosphere of serenity echoing within the heavens as space itself was forcefully pierced and peeled away to make way for the Rubi-ka soldier, with an endless array of blue hues leading the way; piercing through the softest blue of the sky. The Nano-Mage’s caterwaul further rippled upon crashing into the terra below with meteoric force, uplifting tidal waves of debris around him that ominously loomed over the Cosmic Noble before collapsing unto the Evgenis.

In an ephemeral moment, Cryo’s gaze would surely fall upon Noble; his figure untouched by the debris through will alone. He waited ever so patiently for the debris to topple and drizzle along the invisible dome he had erected and once it had all been cleared he stared intently at the Nano-Mage, the cyberdeck still clasped to his wrist. How he loathed that device, for it made Cryo into something he was not; and without it the Rubi-ka soldier would perish; Noble abominated it. There would come a time where he would free the man from its ways…but that was for another day.

<”Ready then….friend?”> Noble spoke, in Haven-Tongue a language long lost to most.

Upon Cryo’s response the fabled one simply lifted his left arm, and all across it polymorphic majesty burned; flaring across his skin forming various lines; coalescing into various shapes that Cryo would no doubt recognize as the Cosmic Noble’s personal sigils. When they had finished the softest flurry of minuet snow flakes orbited about the length of his forearm.

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” He’s flash flooding, you had better catch up.” A familiar voice whispered to the Noble, her divinely soothing voice calling out from a space between spaces; from her liminal sanctuary where she could whisper into his ear. “Perhaps I should lend you my ai-”

”No, that’s quiet alright, Eve.” The Evgenis interrupted, his amethyst stare glazing with multifarious hues for a pass instant. And in perfect sync the prosecho jewel embedded within the Cosmic Noble’s forehead too gleamed with prismatic majesty. Just as iris and jewel reacted in perfect harmony, so to would his soul and the soul of the world around him; their glory both heeding to the synchronized call of Noble. The subsequent effect of his call sent a ripple throughout the surrounding ambient arcana, it moved with mercurial speed channeled as easily as the Cosmic Noble channeled his own Auraplasm; force flooding its illumine magnificence into the luminous markings upon his left arm.

It came with such ease that it would surely catch the Nano-mage’s eye; or at least the attention of the Cyberdeck. Even for one of Noble’s exalted skills the flow was beyond the zenith; something was aiding him and it was that aiding force that allowed him to continue.

To peer into the world itself and to converse with it, to remind it to remain strong and true to its nature.

<”Not this time, friend. Save it.”>

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”He’s backing down. What did you do to him?”

Noble couldn’t help but let a chuckle escape from his lips, his shoulders shrugging playfully in response to both Pandora and Cryo’s questions. <”Atta’boy. You don’t need that mess to take me on do you? Not the almighty Cryo and his fabulous Cyberdeck.”> Cryo was correct in his assessment, had the Rubi-ka soldier unleashed the ferocity of the grid; the Evgenis would have countered with the purity that within him. A terrible fate for any creature so infused with magic, like Cryo to suffer.

Regardless of how serious such a scenario was, Noble held strong to the playful demeanor he threw upon his face; he couldn’t – wouldn’t approach Cryo like some kind of apathetic killer, instead he approached the nano-mage like a person who wanted nothing more than to trade a few blows and have a few laughs. In times passed such a demeanor had breached the hold the Cyberdeck held on Cryo’s mind, and Noble truly hoped to do so again; truly wishing for such a breach to be permanent. Until then…

He continued to simply pour forth both auraplasm and the ambient powers about them into the glowing sigil upon his arm.

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<”Perhaps I should take a nap, whilst the great Cryo prepares himself. What do you think Eve?”>
<”Perhaps, I’ll wake you when he’s ready.”>
<”I think you just like watching me sleep…”> Noble grinned, his physical eyes casting their gaze to the empty side beside him.

Of course all the while, the Evgenis perpetually watched the Rubi-ka soldier with the keenest of otherworldly eyes; ever ready to react at a moments notice to the most devastating of powers. Surely Cryo was aware of this, and no doubt he expected the Cosmic Noble to continue his flash-flood of Auraplasm and Ambient Arcana alike into the scintillating sigil upon his left arm. No doubt he expected the Euphorian to continue on with their race, where the Nano-Mage held a constant lead; but Noble would abruptly stop letting Cryo dash towards the finish line.

Noble on the other hand had stopped to make a pit-stop, his auraplasm flowed as did the synced arcana, however they did not flow solely into his arm; but rather they flushed throughout his entirety, blanketing him with a veil of glistening flurries. And as the dual energies found themselves channeled about his form, the Evgenis’ light show continued onwards; this time using his aura as its medium. Within the streaming illumine stands various symbols appeared, akin to but not the same as those found upon his arm; Cryo surely recognize them as more of the noble’s personal sigils – others if their vision allowed it surely would take note of them, and perhaps identify them as some sort of runes.

<”So, bout time for that nap.”>
<”For Euphora’s sake…”>

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<”We…””> Noble found himself cut off, the amassed energy he sensed had found its target without resistance; clashing into the veil of scintillating light of the Evgenis’ aura. Though as true and fierce as the blast was made out to be, upon dipping into the lake of luminous puissance, Noble’s aura itself; a glorious flash of polychromatic magnificence washed through its ivory trails. The bala had just passed through the crust of the aura when it met with an equal force in both power and dimensions; a flash flood of Auraplasm and Ambient Arcana alike striking at it, as if the lake of arcane might had sudden pushed the force back to its surface. The end result however did not simply thrust the bala back to its surface, but through all the flash and dazzle, fizzled the blast out.

Pinpoint Defense Aura.

<”…Have company it seems.”> Noble yawned mockingly, unmoved by the sneak attack; though upon exhaling his face stiffened into a serious stare. <”What do you say, Cryo. Should we take him together? I’m sure I can trust you not to stab me in the back. Or would you rather take him on by yourself? I suppose I really could take that nap…”> His face returned to one of false arrogance; a façade that would surely lead his opponents to ruin. “Or…” He spoke out loudly, in common. “Perhaps we should just ignore him. He poses no threat to us.”

That said, Noble returned to the standard procedure, again the twin sources of energy found themselves channeled; once more poured forth into the Evgenis’ arm. Though perhaps not the one his opponent’s expected, streams of illumine now ran down his right forearm; pouring forth into yet another design, equally foreign to those who had previously clashed with him and those who were encountering him for the first time. Once finished, burning white sigils decorated his flesh, sizzling with arcane might and though no snow flurries came about, a cluster of luminous spheres did; siphoned arcana that leveled itself parallel to his arm.

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There is another, it emanates femininity; shall I deal with her?
Keep within the liminal sanctuary, if this ‘other’ manifests and –only- if she manifests; you may come to my aid.
If that is what you wish…
It is.

It became apparent that Cryo’s attention had shifted to Daedalus, or at least that’s what his gesticulations implied; now was the perfect time.

Without word the Evgenis took to knee, as if he were to pray to the all mother Euphora herself, with his left hand placed over his mortal heart, with head tilted terraward and his eyes contently closed as if he had found some inner peace. In this position he let words flow from tongue and lip alike, though the words that came forth were not of common or haven tongue. <”Euphora, all mother, giver of life; I beseech you from worlds, from realms, from verses apart! For your aid I call, to aid me in purging the world of the taint that opposes me! You with your eternal kindness I beg for you to deliver unto me the power I need!”> He spoke in a hushed whisper, in the tongue of the Lunari.

Whether the others understood any of it, as unlikely as it was; the two would no doubt take note that something had transpired during the course of his pleading. For the entirety of his prayer the prosecho jewel radiated with otherworldly luminance, perhaps aiding Noble in his call to the beloved all mother of Euphoria. Or perhaps it was something different entirely…The jewel’s glow was quickly outshone however, as the fabled one’s body came alight; shimmering and glistening with a beauty unparalleled even by the sea of stars in the vastness of heavens. A sign perhaps that he had been blessed by the ever-giving Euphora.



Somewhere within those very heavens, sprinkling streams of prismatic bubbles slipped from thin air; clustering together into the form of a perfect sphere.

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