halfdeimos_king: (Casual)
That damn virus finally wore off a while ago. I would've said so before, but once it went away and I got home, there were some issues I had to take care of - mostly with the Lakelta tribe. I'm getting sick and tired of how they just won't listen. But at least I'm back to the way I'm supposed to be!
[LOCKED to Jack Frost]
I found out what a bra is. Did you?
[/LOCKED]

I just looked back on the community and realized that I've been here over a year now. Is something supposed to happen? I still don't understand this place, but it's proven to be worthwhile.

Now that I'm back, I'm still going over the answers people gave me a while ago. So it looks like magic either comes from something like a spirit stone or a wand, or it comes from some sort of inner source. There's no way I'm moving the Deimos from depending on one item to another! Which only leaves the "inner source" option. Maybe it's not too farfetched. After all, if the spirit stones got their power from spirits, then why can't we draw the same power from our own?

I just don't know how yet. But I'll figure it out! There's no way in hell I'll let the Deimos down!

Now that I think about it, Lilia had us draw on our own power to escape that hellhole the Lord of the Black Abyss sent us into. If I could do that again...
halfdeimos_king: (Genderswap - Queen of the Deimos?)
Through the usual water portal he arrived, a certain phantom familiarity coming to him upon seeing Phil's house. Even though he hadn't really been raised there...

Damn these viruses! he broke away from the first chain of thought. They mess with your head and body. If I ever find out who's causing these..!

As Darc looked around, he couldn't help but be conscious of the weight of his new assets. There was a simple red cloth bound around his chest. It was crude, but it covered, though it did little in the way of support; he could feel a jiggling bounce with every step. That same bounce hit him once again as he began to walk toward the door of Phil's home. The king stopped upon remembering his friend's condition, and figured that going in the front would be pointless.

Then what should he hear but the sounds of loud splashing. The beach...that makes more sense.

He turned and began down the path to the beach. Just as it was coming into view, he called out "Phil! Is that you?"

Oh yes, he had almost forgotten how much he hated the sound of his new voice too.

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