Rainbow Bay

(18:18:57) Magnus Ignis -- a spontaneous flare that crackled in the heat of the flames of the fireplace, appeared as a stern and hardened face with bright, piercing eyes just as ember as the embers. "Tao, Enough," he commanded, knowing where this was going if Taomin were to go any further into her Demon Mode. She would become wild and uncontrollable, which is why the Magnus Ignis was here to cease her gluttonous fun before it went too far. "You Know How You Get." This was all that the hardened face flickering in the flames would say about the situation.

(18:26:28) Magnus Ignis burned brightly as the incandescence of the fire at the natural audacity of Taomin, who was once again thinking of only pleasuring herself. There were no more words exchanged, but the strong jawline of the masculine figure tightened and gave the stern face that rested in the fire a bit more depth. Only the bright, burning eyes of the face in the flames glared down Taomin, and nothing more.

(19:26:24) Magnus Ignis knew what would go on from there. Taomin was a masterful sexual deviant and would definitely do what she could to have her own pleasures satisfied whilst in her demon form. "Taomin..." was all the flickering fire bellowed as the face that was set in the flames ferociously flared about, eyes sharp and unchanging.

(20:27:20) Magnus Ignis finally spoke. "Girl," he said ominously from the flames, "Do Not Deal With The Demon." His voice was direct and straight forward, as were his words. "There Is More To Taomin Than The Demon." He was speaking more than he'd like to, since he was the rather silent type, but the lass needed to know who she was dealing with, and Taomin couldn't tell her... only show her. When it was too late.

(18:53:24) Magnus Ignis -- a burning incandescence that was one with the flames of the fireplace. Seamless fluctuation of flames denoted no difference in the fire's flickering, yet a presence was there, able to be noticed only by the thin outline of a face that did not flicker as much as the rest of the fire and strong eyes that pierced through as a set ocular orange gazing at who would walk into the abode.

(19:02:04) Magnus Ignis remained stagnant as the fire flickered on, embers lapping at what they may in the fireplace. He hid not from this new face, but merely existed within his own element as the element, itself. As the friendly figure spoke, more of the form of the figure in the fire shaped itself gradually; a stern face with a strong jawline, the outline of a thick neck and broad, muscular shoulders were as much as could be made out in the fire, yet still as one with the fire, itself. The being in the fire spoke, finally, "I Hide Nothing; I Merely Exist." This was the extent of his speech, being the strong, silent type.

(19:20:56) Magnus Ignis, the fire itself, did not move from his place. Instead, he revealed more of his form in the fire as the fire, stilling it as he did so. The upper torso of his body was like that of a tree trunk -- large and thick -- yet still only an outline that was part of the fire. His pectorals were well developed, as were the biceps that bulged within the fire's emanation, but beyond the upper torso and the strong jawline of the face, nothing else could be seen. It was as if the entire fire made up the lower torso of his body, and his eyes still pierced from the embers. "I Am This Flame That Burns, The Magnus Ignis." This was spoken for clarity purposes, so that the mouse did not think that this existence was dual from the flames.

(19:33:14) Magnus Ignis figured that his existence would be understood after a bit of conversation, but this mouse knew not of how the Magnus Ignis was. "I Am Still A Flesh, As You," he began to say, extending himself out from the fire, flames wiping away from his face to reveal now what was not an outline, but actual flesh! "However, As An Entity, I Am The Magnus Ignis; A Being Of Pure Flame." The flames that wiped away from his face quickly swept back over to cover it again, leaving only the outline and the piercing ember eyes that remained emblazoned on the friendly creature interested in the existence of the Magnus Ignis.

(19:56:29) Magnus Ignis was very wise, despite being so silent. He spent much time in meditation alone; in solemn and deep thought, especially inside of fire, as fire. Thus, his answer came deftly. "I Choose My Existence. I Am A Fire God." The simpler of answers, but more profound. "The Fire Shapes My Form And I Shape Myself Of It." A little clearer, but perhaps a bit too vague -- as he was, both in form and in existence. "Do You Wish Me To Be Flesh, Along With You?" His purpose here was to watch over the Wind Goddess that had been rampaging about, but since she was docile due to his oversight, it was alright for him to interact with others.

(20:05:47) Magnus Ignis remained within the flame for a while, deeply thinking about how he should deal with the matter of this person. For the Magnus Ignis, to tell his name was not exactly the most wise choice, considering what people did once they knew the true names of the gods... However, this friendly creature was more than amicable. Thus, without much warning, the flaming entity would completely form down to the lower torso, legs crossed in a meditative position, and arms locked in what looked like living fire. There were beads around his neck with a pumpkin that rested as the talisman seal. He hovered as an almost full flesh being save for his hair, hands and feet, all of which were made of the same living fire that he was in existence. "This Is My Flesh, And I Will Partake Of Flesh Things With You," he commanded, mostly because this is how he spake. "If It Does Not Intrude." Manners, naturally. Magnus Ignis hovered in place, careful to touch NOTHING as he did so.

(20:31:04) Magnus Ignis hovered close to the table, looking at all of the foodstuffs that would be eaten by any normal being. As an entity of fire, even in flesh, he could devour anything he chose. Though, one of the pleasures and pleasantries of the flesh was that it had taste, unlike with what was born aflame. "Nothing Here Interests Me," he said rather bluntly, "For I Need Not Eat." Therefore, choosing something at all was already the decision of a lifetime. "Please, Suggest Some Of The Morsels To Me, For I Am Accustomed To What Is Thrown Into Fire Or Burnt Up In Flame, Such As Animal Or Plant." Granted, the food was both animal and plant, but without taste nor desire (for, the Magnus Ignis was a monk), there was no reason to even pick up food.

(20:44:55) Magnus Ignis's hands were bound by beads that were similar to those that were around his neck, and as stated before, made completely of fire. They were sealed together rather securely, without any seams between them. Extending both arms out simultaneously, the fiery-handed beaded wrists burnt up what was suggested immediately the very moment it was given, being suspended within the flames for only moments before it was completely consumed. The stern expression on his face did not change even slightly. "Thank You For The Food Offering," the Magnus Ignis finally stated, "I Am Pleased To Hear That You Enjoy The Morsels Being Kindly Left." He saw goodness in that and wished to smile upon it, but did not. Instead, his body grew brighter and yielded a bit more heat, yet only to the warmth of what one would experience during a temperate radiator.

(20:55:09) Magnus Ignis gazed with emotionless eyes at the movements of the mouse, finding no understanding in why he would grill something over portions of the body of the Magnus Ignis. Yet, he saw it as a friendly gesture, and that this person was actually doing his best to make good with the rather stoic burning being. "I Burn All Things With My Bare Hands," the monk said, struggling to pull apart the two flames that burnt together nearly at the wrist where the beads separating flesh from fire were located. "I Destroy Everything I Touch, So I Have Learned To Touch Nothing By Being A Monk." He hovered over the chair where he was 'sitting' and did not touch anything else, but put his hands back together in their meditative 'folded' position -- which looked like a fire burning between two wristbands.

(21:44:45) Magnus Ignis remained emotionless, yet curiosity struck him. "A Woman Of Fire Similar To Myself?" He wondered if she were a Goddess. He'd seen very few recently and knew that there were those that existed in realms beyond where he hailed. "Yet... Different." His face did not change, but his radiation did. No longer did he exude the same warmth that he did at first, and the heat of his body retreated back into himself and his flames. "I Do Not Get Tempted," he nearly demanded of himself and the other, "Though I Thank You For Your Concern About My Spirituality. For, This Is How I Am Alive." A spirit -- Kamigami, even, and of fire, no less. Things were unfurling now as they spake. "Enough Of Me," he said quietly, yet firmly. "What Is Your Reason?" The question was open-ended on purpose.

Magnus Ignis -- the incandescence that was this fire. It gently swayed, dancing with the tune in tempo with wisps and flicks along the way what were just the wind from the instrument hitting the fire.

Magnus Ignis continued to dance along in tune, but only in flame. The physical outline of a body withou a neck and a disembodied head could be seen searing into the cinders. "That Tune Is Rather Nice," the fire mentioned, "Why Not Let Us Hear More?"

Magnus Ignis suddenly became stagnant, and the fire would stop burning naturally. It was completely still, though its plasmatic form continued to vibrate, as it would no matter what whilst it was in this state. No outside force would be able to move it so easily, however, unlike as with before where a simple tune and breath were enough to cause it to shimmer. Now, the stalwart flames would remain in place, yet respond, "Nay, If It Is Not Of You, Then Do Not Make It So." All that meant was not to do something that he wasn't feeling. The face retreated into the fire and the bovine feature he'd thought to see would be retracted into the fire, leaving only the horns flickering at the top as if like hair.

Magnus Ignis, oddly enough, did not like to hear music at all. "Silence..." he said profoundly, yet sadly, as if not wishing for that to be his answer. "... I Am A Monk, You See, And The Music I Hear Usually Is In My Own Head." That is what it at least meant to be enlightened, which, the thought of brightened the fire and warmed it up beyond a toast, "However, I Do Not Mind A Good Tune When It Can Be Held."

Magnus Ignis actually resonated with this vibration of music as thought it were part of his actual form, emanating softly with the tone. With each note, a flame would wisp upward in its own fashion something like a music mixer. "Yes, That's About It..." Magnus Ignis replied, though mostly to himself. "Somber... And Subtle..." Yet, as he listened, her could only go into a meditative reflection that made him believe he was too grim to be a monk or of any good company. The image of himself in the fire began to fade...

Magnus Ignis spoke from the fire. "Taomin," he bellowed, the flames rising up as he did, "Do Not Interfere Here." His dominance over Taomin was strictly based on their back history, and nothing of rank or true dominion. Respect, one could say, like that of a family. "You Should Not Cause Anymore Trouble Here." Naturally, the Magnus Ignis already knew of the Living Shadow fiasco. " I Will Correct It." The form of Magnus Ignis was the fire itself, save for a strong, human-like face that outlined in the flames.

Magnus Ignis listened in on the conversation from within the fire; one with the flame. He did not say much except "I Mean You No Threat, For I Am A Monk." He heard talk from the one that seemed to be looking down pridefully on all that did not fit his criteria and heard the word 'Lesser' much. Therefore, his interest came from why this was seen from this perspective. "Excuse Me," Magnus Ignis interrupted, "What Constitutes 'Lesser' Here? And, Also, To You?"

Magnus Ignis sparked at the notion. This statement was more than elitist, it also seemed racist. Naturally being offended, especially since he was a monk, the Magnus Ignis would inquire with enlightenment, "What Is A Juaren And What Makes The Difference?" Beyond the burning face, there were piercing ember eyes which gazed everyone over, seemingly looking into their souls.

Magnus Ignis did not laugh. In fact, the fire roared a bit more intensely, and the stagnant face seemed to be repressing anger. "Those Are Not Good Traits To Have," said he, simply. "I Could Call You Lesser For Not Being What I Am, Or Having My Mentality, And Yet, I Refrain." Naturally, asking 'why' he would do such a thing would open up for more pompous assholery to come forth, so tact was given in the next response; "I See Your Pride. I See What Makes You Proud. I Challenge That Pride Formally. You May Deny Me For Vanity's Sake, But I Am Aware That Vanity Is Fragile." The ember eyes narrowed. "Shall I Examine This Pride More Thoroughly?"

Magnus Ignis was successful and simply returned to listening to the conversations of others, which were pleasant ambiance as he thought, accompanied by the crackling fire. THAT was noise that could be tolerated over all of the elitist and racial matters, of which he and his kind were well past in his dimension. He knew what would become of it, and said nothing. There was no reason to interfere any further.

Magnus Ignis: "I Choose Not To."

Magnus Ignis's hardened face disappeared back into the flames once he was referred to as 'scary.' Only his ember eyes could be seen, and even they look like they had lost some spark from that. "... I..." he finally started, eyes flickering like the flame that bore them, "... Terrify Everyone..." It did not sound like he was pleased with this fact about himself, and the voice of the fire was deep and sullen.