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...'nuff said.

No, seriously, this is just a 'what if' post for characters who weren't in line for Illuminant shenanigans in Syn canon for whatever reason (wrong side of Jaunt, other plot issues, just didn't feel like it, anything else) to get pulled in and have some multicoloured fun.
This is not intended to impose on/upstage the game canon events, just having some good clean skittlenanigans!

Make things up, go wild! There's a rough 'everyone got wiped/re-sourced at the end of Cursed Kingdom' assumption here but apart from that, everything's open to mess with~

(You put that many superpowerful fae magical incarnations in one spot, looks like timelines get a bit wonky now and then?)

Original Misericordia setting info
IC explanation of magic colours

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Kanji/Kasimir/Green and Maria

Naoki/Nacio/Indigo toplevel

And as they step out into the forests that Green calls his - not that he wouldn't call them all his to an extent, but details - he turns and gives a smile.

"Just through here."

Is all this... nature really necessary? Really? The things he puts up with for his cousins (particularly this one).

"Lead on, then. I'd hardly know where your new place is from this alone."

The path doesn't even seem to be enough for one person as he sets foot on it for the first time: but the trees twist, undergrowth opens out, and they're soon walking into a glade strewn with wildflowers. No; a garden, the flowers arranged in colourful butterfly-haunted sweeps, leading towards what looks to be a cluster of trees and bushes. Logs and rocks are positioned just perfectly to provide seats and points of interest on the walk through, and a few small animals have taken advantage.

Green walks through it all with a look of absolute contentment.

That happiness is a little contagious, for all it isn't Indigo's preferred scenery by any means. "You would enjoy a setup like this. It suits you."

What's passing for the house isn't obvious, which means it's most likely in that cluster of trees somewhere. There's a garden, so there must be living quarters for something bigger than a small animal somewhere nearby.

"I needed it," he says.

The exact nature of the trees is easier to see on closer inspection; branches and leaves weave together, creating walls and floors for a comfortable little residence, where the same flowers as fill the garden still grow freely. Nothing grand, but it's all that he needs or wants.

Some might need their towers, or even their libraries. But he's in the heart of what he is, here. Why overcomplicate things?
(Well... maybe he could make things a little bigger, nicer, more eyecatching. But that can come with time.)

"I know. And it'll likely do you and Yellow both some good to be out of each other's hair on a regular basis."

Goodness knows those two can get... contentious, when they put their minds to it.

He just shrugs, spreads his hands. "It does us all good to have space, after all." Even if they'd gotten on well once...

"Indeed it does. You'll be better able to work together if you're not feeding each other's worst tendencies on a daily basis again."

Green laughs briefly. "You could say that, I suppose." Less rubbing up against those nasty, creeping little habits at the edge of their shades; but it's just part of who he is. 'Nasty' is relative, isn't it?

Balance is important. None of them are completely composed of good qualities, and even those can be put to some devastating uses in the right (wrong?) hands. Anything can be exploited by a creative mind.

"She'll take it as a victory that you moved out, you'll take it as a victory that you have a place that fits you better. You both win."

The differences between Nacio as he arrived in Misericordia and Indigo are subtle - unlike some cousins, he does know how to keep a low profile - but they're there for the discerning eye to pick up on. For one thing, he's more openly wearing his color of choice. It's perhaps most notable in his eyes, if anyone happens to remember they were brown when the embassy first arrived...

In any case, while he's easiest to find in the Magicians' and Academy Quarters, he can be found in most parts of the city at one time or another. He knows where he's most likely to find an apprentice, should one catch his interest - but there are cousins who still need brought back into things, and he's well suited to finding good vessels for two of them, being between their colors. There's no guarantee either of them would stay holed up in a library, either, so he has to broaden his search.

There's also the matter of the dragon, but he's far more likely to drop a brick on it and have done with it. Compared to reviving the family, that's something of a trifle. (Other differences between Nacio and Indigo: a certain level of academic detachment.)

The young man known to most as Kasimir has managed to establish a few habits since he first arrived in Misericordia, bare weeks ago, and he looks to have done well for himself. Rather than the somewhat wary looking youth who'd first arrived in the city, there's a quiet confidence to him, an optimistic look always on his face. The greys and blacks and browns he'd once preferred in his dress have been replaced by rich, unashamed greens.

For the most part, he can be found where the city's at its liveliest; Festival and Adventure quarters are his usual favourite haunts, where the air's filled with hopes and dreams and he dives in and out listening to the stories. ...Occasionally lending a hand if a fight goes too far in the latter, where the act won't blow his cover.
He can be seen all over, though, among mages and apprentices and traders, talking to anyone he can find with no sign of becoming disheartened by the search (how could he?); and when a change of pace is needed, he'll be in the Gardens, just quietly enjoying the feeling of the life around him there, sights and sounds and scents. Something a little more subdued and peaceful.

(...And those who know their way can find him in another garden altogether.)

Edited 2015-12-04 00:07 (UTC)

The problem with being a detective is the compulsion to look around for everything. And sometime when you're Naoto Shirogane, it leads to things that probably are the worse for your continued sanity. In an exploration of some hidden chambers, Naoto came across a mirror. And when he left the chamber, he was walking a bit taller, wearing Naoto's guy form, an illusion turning the ever-familiar blue hat a bright violet.

A few days later, there's a strange new figure in town. Some say he's a prince, some say he's a scholar, some say they don't know, but he's the life of the party. What everyone does know about this person still calling themselves Naoto is that they have to be some kind of displaced royal. Now bedecked in almost entirely purple still with the ever-present hat and a cape that he seems to use to great effect, he's on the move, looking for people, and enjoying himself immensely.

Fancy parties like this one definitely made sense as far as Green was concerned as a possible place to look for candidates to join their number. (Not that many more were needed, by now.) Somewhere to show off, create an image... it fit, as far as his understanding of things that little further away from his own regions of the spectrum went. More than that, the stories about this new scholar-prince's arrival have his attention. Someone worth talking to, that's for sure...

It only becomes clear as he sees Naoto in the crowds that there's no need for persuasion any longer. How this has happened? He can't be sure. Surprises aren't so much his field. But it's a wonderful sign in any case...

"You always knew how t' make an entrance, huh?" he asks, as the ebbs and flows of the event leave them in position to speak with each other.

There's a huge grin-smirk on Violet's face as he nods at Green, because who else would have that particular fashion sense. "Of course I do. It is part of my mystery."

He glances around, however, the cockiness abates slightly, and he leans against the wall. "So, how many of our number have returned? What's the situation?" He has a trump card that he's just dying to let out, but he'll wait for now.

That's it. He's definitely back.
The grin's just about infectious, but his own reply's a little bit quietened down for the moment. "Five that I knew about until you showed up, including myself: Orange got lucky - man, you really should see him now - and picked the first few of us up again. Myself 'n Indigo came back together, Yellow didn't wait too long either. All thanks to those Dolorosan dragon-hunters, of all people..." He shrugs. "Even Rose's been through changes, but she's fine from what I've heard. Got someone else we're lookin' to have a word with for Red's sake, but ain't found anyone for sure who's gonna work with Blue."

Ah, well. It's a temporary setback, he knows that much. "Mostly, we're just keepin' our ears open. Working things out as we're goin' along."

"Excellent. I will have to see them all soon. We will need to have a meeting to work things out." He thinks for a moment, rubbing his chin, a strange, but comfortable gesture.

"They are back as well. This vessel is one of theirs." His voice is quiet too. "This one has been keeping notes that I am attempting to decipher."

...Green's stuck speechless for a moment as he looks Violet over.

"We'd heard of some suspicious types wanderin' around, but if you're saying they're those..."

He runs a hand down his face. Ugh, for once he really wishes that Violet's making things up. "We've barely had a couple of weeks! And they came for us now?" Sigh. "Still. If you're here, they've stabbed themselves in the back," he says, with an amusement that's shading a little warm - "They shoulda thought interferin' through better. And you say you've got notes?"

Well now. That's a surprise, but a pleasant one, and so he can't quite contain a smile. "Faster than I expected, cousin."

Still, one less vessel to find is good news.

"This vessel is curious which suits me just fine." He smirks, tipping his hat with practiced ease. Indigo is one of few of his cousins who will always get his respect as a fellow mind.

"It is good to see you again. I have seen Green already, and he has told me some of what is going on."

Violet knows his thoughts on unwilling vessels; restating them now won't do much good. Besides, it's good to have more of this end of the spectrum back. They always did understand one another better than most.

"In that case, you're fairly well caught up, I should say. Nice hat."

"You look young, cousin."

The woman in rose-trimmed mourning clothes, with rose streaks in her black hair, smiles at Violet as she makes her way toward him. She reaches up to caress his cheek lightly. "It's a good look for you."

It was like coming home with a wheel of cheese and a loaf of bread and suddenly your entire cottage was on fire.

Or, rather, trying hard to murder you with far too many arrows and unfortunately succeeding.

As herself, Rose doesn't remember much between then and waking up again in her rose garden. As the hedgemage Thorn, a minor practitioner of her hue, who'd gone on the run when her rather more learned master had been slain under the suspicions that he was the Rose Illuminant--an irony, that--she remembers more and would quite like to ignore all of it, until the part when she stumbled upon a funny little boy with a dragon scale in place of his heart.

She has yet to dress completely in her hue, incorporating trim and embellishments of a rosier nature into the black mourning dress of her vessel. But there are streaks of pink in the vessel's dark hair and she moves with a certain grace that the woman, Thorn, never had.

She can be found all around Misericordia, drinking in the city, although if she lingers in the Veiled District... well, it is a place of sensation. And once in a while even love.

With the way aspects of their colours interact and mirror each other, it shouldn't be any surprise that their choice of environments should overlap in places. Green possibly looks a little young to be making his way into the Veiled Quarter himself - not quite so much his domain, but at least it's active and lively at hours other places wouldn't be.

He stops for a moment, seeing who else is here tonight. "What's the latest news, huh?" he asks with a warm smile.

She laughs upon seeing him. "Have I the oldest vessel now? I must. How odd. Well, I've been filled in by Indigo as to the nature of those who drove us out of Dolorosa. Should the return, you'll have all my aid and more. But come closer, dear cousin. Let me see you better."

Green laughs slightly back to her as he steps forward, pushing the hood he's wearing down to reveal his features properly. "Looks like you have, huh? It's still a little strange to see some'f our cousins this way, but... it's just good to see you all at all. Even if it's got to be at a time like this."

She reaches to lightly touch his cheek. "Looks like you'll be good in a fight," she observes. "Which may be useful, what with this magiphage dragon running around. Really, it's irritating how they eat your spells right up. I don't know what Red and Orange see in them."

He smiles slightly at the contact. "Well, you could speak for Red better 'n me, but Orange? I'd just guess that it's enough trouble to be worth his time. The thing caught me in a corner, actually; if this vessel hadn't known how to take care of himself, I'd've..." He pauses for a moment, thinking about the best way to put it. "Probably have had t' get creative." As it was, he'd let a couple too many spells slip before realising the best way to handle things was the complete opposite.

Her smile only broadens. Her hand doesn't leave his cheek. "You did? Well done, Green. I'm pleased for you. That's the best way to deal with dragons. A punch right in their scaly snoot."

That gets a laugh; he puts his own hand on her shoulder. "A little less scaly at that point, but it all works the same way, huh? The best way to deal with predators is to be bigger and scarier than 'em."

"Hence the size of your vessel," she teases.

Tch. C'mon, cousin - but hey, if this form can strike a bit of envy up now and then, who's he to complain? Green just smiles back slyly. "Eh, it's got its uses," he says.

She giggles. "I'm sure. Mine's a bit more... squishy. Not dragon-punching material."

"Well, we shouldn't need t' worry about that much longer, anyway. Between us 'n the Dolorosans... though they're going to be the next tricky thing." If the Baroness starts to get any funny ideas... Ah, well. He shrugs.

"I'll be able to handle them," she says, blithely. "They'll be much too busy dealing with dissension in their own ranks to look outside."

Now that's getting a curious look, and again, a chuckle. "'Course they will," he says. "You know right where to hit 'em."

"Don't I?" She laughs again. It's true, though, never more true than it is now that she's hewing (hue-ing?) closer to the earthier, less idealized version of her color right now. But after everything she's been through, why not?

She takes a step closer to Green.

Heh. That hand on the shoulder's turning into an arm around them. At least he knows he can likely get away with it better than with some.

Things are looking up, aren't they?

"And after that, huh?"

It's really lucky both their vessels are such tactile people. They can touch each other all they like without any of the grumbling one might get from, say, Indigo. "Mm. I can think of some things."

Green laughs, grins some more - "Ya can, huh?" he says. "I'm sure I can work a coupla things out myself."

She chuckles. "I'd like to see."

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