= The Flower that Wades =

[thesaintjaleel 792]

 

 

 

"Theres nothing more I can do..."  he whispered during meditation as he always had, his legs  crossed as he sat on the surface of the mountain  "My purpose in this world has left me, and so has my sense of confidence.... I always knew I was fucked up, but I never thought I would be pre-planning my own death......Quite depressing, death seems dreadfully boring.." he said with a slight chuckle, his face still dripping with nectary blood from one of the recent incidents "What is your reason for doing this?....Oh I know, to show them that only I can truly hurt me!"  his face went into a squint before he sent his own fist to hit himself on his forehead; where his wound was "That's the stupidest thing I've said all day, definently not fitting for someone like me to be stupid...Verdant is killing Jhazeem because....Jhazeem' emotions held Verdant back.......Are you really going to take Valdaki, your only son and dependent through this?..." he began to stand , thinking over and questioning himself  as he looked up to  the peak of mountain, humming silently with the lingering thought..He eventually spoke again with a frantic tone of voice  "You aren't a *****, just jump....Your son will be fine.." he prepped himself up, lightly bobbing his head without visible reaction to the scorching cold  "Not doing this will simply force you down a road to embarrasement, this is the ultimate way to prove you aren't weak...Do you really want to go back after all that was done?After such a horrible interrogation, after the public embarrasement?It really isn't worth living, do be lucky you are the one who gets to end it all..." he spoke to himself, circling around the surface of the mountain as he spoke "Theres no way to heal me, I am the incurable....The unbeatable, he who is not hurt - I am a GOD and nothing scares me, especially not death.........How contradicting..." he flipped his hair back, walking to the edge of the mountain once more with confidence "It was such an embarrassing letter you sent him , there is no way you can allow yourself  to live after sending that to him....What happened to not being afraid to die?" his brows furrowed, he began to loosen  the bands that held his over-sized clothing on his abnormally skinny body, his clothes dropping down to reveal himself in the cold with a shiver    "...I suppose, I'll leave it to you - Valdaki my boy."  he stated with a relieved grin, turning to  simply walk off the edge of the mountain with closed eyes after  he left his clothing and belongings on its surface

 

 

 

 

He fell victim to himself or rather the form that was taking over him, his existence built around the gaining and hording of power for the abuse of others, by The dead he was cursed but; his will and that of the parasite had intertwined. The guilt caused him to run away from all his problems, it being overclouded by his own sense of self-justice. Many times over he had been slain, at the hands of the Canonists, Orcs, Elves,  by both the Light and Darkness,  those he held dear, and lastly...Himself. There was nothing in his existence, but his tainted soul was brought back regardless in hopes that he would find a way to rid himself of his leech. His ineffective mind and rebellious emotions caused him to murder both those he loved and those he hated, because for him; Hate and Love were all but one. He wanted help, but did not trust those who offered it...His existence being literal life force, he was demanded association with those who sought to take it. For his own crimes he was  outlawed by both the living and dead - he attempted to shake between the laws of morality and dwell with both...In the end, the parasite caused him to seek help from none other than his true self; causing him to end his own suffering in the serenity of the Mali'ker...He was granted a freedom that no one else was granted who did the same fate, for it was not him who took his life but the more powerful will of the taint; reunited with souls he himself had taken that were not lucky enough to return, the soul stream cleansed him. On the outside, his body was disfigured and dead past no point of return on the side of the Warhawke mountain he suicided at, his body being reported by few who were sure to spread the information all across Atlas. Though, this is what the Bryophite saw moments before his death : 

 

 

"I am afraid..." he peered around, his envisionment of the soul stream had oddly resembled the home where he grew up in, for it was the last place where he had a pure soul and a real sense of happiness - he was young, before the moss and before the taint it was just him and his jovial laughter. On Axios, he dwelled in Courland where his Father worked as a mercenary for the 'de Castro', he hated humans so he usually hung around his cousin Girde..

 

 

"Finally you admit it..." Girde' soul appeared out of nowhere, the house illuminating bright light before his form appeared and his physical details grew afterwards...This time, he was an adult; something that Jhazeem never got to see him as before he died..

 

 

"Are you an...Illusion?" Jhazeem himself had gone through a change aswell, he grew the height he was meant to grow before his soul pattern was changed, his hair was abnormally long and straight - he had natural skin, a bronze brown, and he had no Flowers.

 

 

"You were always so keen on telling me how 'alive' you were when you stole our Father's swords and begged me to spar, can you honestly not admit to yourself that you're dead?" Girde replied, chuckling as he lowered down to Jhazeem "It's a pleasure to see you again, Mal'maronn"

 

 

"D..Dead??Are you...Go...Girde?" He flinched as the spirit neared him, his body still showing a sense of realism

 

 

"Well...I think I'm Girde..I might just be an illusion.." He joked as he always did, standing up with precise posture as he looked down to Jhazeem "And to be honest for a bit, you're not dead yet...You're falling...This is simply the Ancestors' way of telling you 'atleast you tried' " 

 

 

"So....Am I supposed to stay here..W...With you?"  he stuttered over his words a bit, bringing himself together as he stood before Girde 

 

 

"Of course not silly, you are meant to leave the household and enter the stream...There are many spirits there that said you sent them here, I honestly couldn't believe you had the balls to do such a thing..but congratulations to you, Cousin..I believe that the reason  you were sent hereis because its probably your job to guide them along the path?I'm not sure, I'm simply here waiting until the day the Ancestors send for me..." Girde's spirit replied, his yellow light fading before illuminating back up. "Theres one in specific who caught my eye...When he arrived here, he kept screaming your name..He told me that you were his husband?Thats quite odd, the spirit does not resemble that of a woman...Florry doesn't sound like a man, though...What do you think?"

 

 

"I...I don't want to meet them...They won't believe that I'm sorry...I don't want to be here..." he said franctically, crying out to Girde with no regard for the other words he had said 

 

 

"Theres something your Father used to say....'If you do the kill you have to pay your bills', that's how it goes right?Well?Go pay your bills...."  he grabbed onto Jhazeem, who still had a resemblance of his body that faded as he was slowly slid closer to the door with abnormal strength - when he finally got out of the household, he was dead and ejected into the soul stream..

 

On the other side of the veil he was met by most of his immediate family, specifically Florry and his father Dracugnik - he was also met by previous foes or friends.

 

 

 

 

OOC : Yup, Jhaz is dead for good now. I wanted to do the PK in a way that made sense after all that happened with him so I hope I did well (This is my first PK post). I feel I've played him for a while and he was a great character, but the purpose in him was lost and I no longer enjoyed playing him as much as I should have - I also would like to apologize to those who I provided bad or unsatisfactory role-play to, I'll try harder next time!

 

Credit to Carloso for responding from the prespective of Girde(As the previous player of the character)

 

 

 

[Its_Just_Leap 399]

((OOC: Is this a PK Post?))

[Dumbrarere 85]

"Did Iblees finally get you, old friend? Did he finally plant the seed of evil within your beautiful, green skin, and make you kill yourself?" Auralia asked in lament for Jhazeem. 

[firegirl7894523 247]

Carsandra lips curve into the first ever malicious smile she's ever uttered, in her entire years of life. "Finally you bit the bullet, and now I hope you rot in Ilbee's damnation, every Nether every religion has, I want you to suffer in, for the rest of your eternal life." She brightens considerably at something, pocketing the notice. 

[Quavinir_Twiceborn 1050]

Quavinir, upon hearing of Jhazeem's demise sighed. It was vexxing to him when he was right in his predictions of impending self-inflicted demise.  He felt no joy in Jhazeem's death. He worked his forge silently, and meditated in his heart upon the demise of the bryophyte.  He hoped in death he had reached understanding, let go of his evil and hatred, found peace.

 

That day Quavinir made a bronze cup, not much different than the hundreds he had made before,  aside from a small engraving on the rim of the base of the cup.

 

ＲＥＳＴ ＩＮ ＰＥＡＣＥ, ＪＨＡＺＥＥＭ  Ｔｈｅ Ｆｉｒｓｔ Ｓｅｅｄ, １６５８ 

 

And with that it had passed. 

[rukio 8924]

Elle Noctuid would wait for the Jhazeem in the afterlife. "I'm sorry to see you here so soon." She'd say in a mother's tone.  "Sorry I  never got that book to you in life." With that she would go quiet for a moment, her red eyes studying the being she'd regarded as her own child in life. "You made me proud in your life, nonetheless." 

 

[Its_Just_Leap 399]

((OOC: Yikes!))

 

Scarlet Bane would place the last remaining things from her days in the Haense military in a trunk before her owl sends word of Jhazeem's passing. The Homunculus felt as though she had lost a tool or a possession. Like a child who's toy would break she would frown as she sat at her desk. Talking aloud as if Jhazeem could still hear her. "I helped teach you the creation of my  beautiful and ambitious brothers and sisters. . . I can't say you failed me flower boy. Well. . . If I'm honest you were a bit of a pain in the ass at times." The Doppelganger would rise to her feet and shift through her different weapons and tools. "I guess its up to me to take care of your creations and either kill them, or make them mine." Her lips would curl into a sick and twisted smile!

[Chryasor 269]

Rhillen leans back at his desk as after getting the news of the 'flowergods death, considering it for a moment "He took his time. I hope he either finally learnt and let go of his evil in death. Or will suffer for eternity for all he caused in this world. Good riddance, either way" He mutters to himself from beneath his helmet, standing and walking out ot his balcony "I met you first after your first kill. You were, what, seven? And begged me to not cut you down for it. I foolishly didn't end you then, and see what it caused. But we all die with time."

[Motjam_ 26]

Raell flinched once he heard the news. He shook his head and sped off to the castle without any real warning. As he approached the gaunt, towering building he swallowed hard and made his way inside. He sprinted to Verdant's room only to find it empty. In a panic Raell searched the entire building, searching for his tutor. When he reached Verdant's room a second time he fell to his knees onto the grassy floor. The room already wilted from a lack of care and presence. 

 

Biting back cries and tears Raell looked up into the room. "Y-you bastard." he spoke hoarse and tired, his voice wavered and shook uncontrollably. Raell chuckled meekly to himself for being so petty and he slowly stood "W-well...I guess I must once more teach myself..." he sniffed and shook his head slowly "Look at me...Caring more about my lessons than the fact you took your own life; don't blame me though...Y-....You were a murderer. A fact I swallowed my pride for, to learn. Did the guilt catch up with you?" he scoffed and shook his head "Of course it did...I hope it did...I'm sorry I couldn't help save you...May you road...Lead you to greener pastures Master." he swiveled on the balls of his feet and walked through the dour crypts until he came to his own room and slumped down on his bed, staring up at the cracked and mossy ceiling. 

[llyrios 41]

Igne'onn's eyes read over the letter. He cannot help but feel something indescribable as he realises he has lost his Father, his creator. He shakes his head "Maybe death itself is what you needed Father, your life was one worth living. You touched so many with your grace. May your soul rest peacefully for eternity."

[Ajax 335]

The Aegis cries out "May GOD See you at rest my friend, It has been awhile since we saw each other, and awhile longer it shall be!" He slams his helmet over his spectral self, brimming with Determination. 

[Vaynth 3005]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

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