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(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.

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.

Magnus Ignis did not return to pseudo-physical form now. Instead, only his sunken eyes remained still gazing down in deep meditation about all of the destruction of his past and terrors he'd caused both on accident and on purpose. The memory was enough to cause the fire itself to die down a bit, and the room dimmed. "I..." Their hearts and souls were in the right place, but he... "..."

Magnus Ignis released a robust flame that burst from the fireplace as a large, physically built man. The motion was so quick it was like a conflagration of flammable objects all burning at once, yet instead of destruction, there was creation -- a man who was smelted out of the flames. "... I Am Flesh..." said the Magnus Ignis, who now was an extremely tall, muscular man with a monk's leotard on -- pitch black -- and beads around the neck, wrists and ankles. Fire came from the wrists as hands, yet those flaming hands were locked together, and the feet were the same -- burning from the ankles down, yet crossed over in a meditative position. He hovered there, emanating, blazing hair wildly flickering about. "Is This... Terrifying?"

Magnus Ignis found these people curious now. They were unlike the one who had no conscience. "I -AM- Fire. I Do Not Burn, Even When I Assume Flesh." There was no smile upon his hardened face, but his voice after he spoke those words seemed to soften a bit. "... Thank You. For Acknowledging Me." What he meant was unclear, but it had to do with his own history. "I Do Not Wish To Intimidate Anyone." He was a monk for a reason, and his hands were sealed for a reason, as well.

Magnus Ignis looked down subtly. "I Like... Silence." As much of a presence he made in a room, he actually did not like to be noticed nor interacted with very much. "I Meditate On Everything." This was why he liked his 'silence' and 'solitude'. "Do Not Think Much Of Me, For I Will Return To Fire Soon Enough."

Magnus Ignis, the shape of a flame, appeared in the fireplace as an ambiguous face indistinct and undefined, save for sharp eyes and a potent scowl. There was only observance.

Magnus Ignis continued to observe the occurrences before it, burning brightly at the notion of assistance from the gelatinous one. He seemed aethereal, as Magnus Ignis was, and it piqued the interest of the incandescence, denoted by a crackling spark in the fire.

Magnus Ignis all the while remained stagnant within the flames, letting them rip and roar as they would without giving himself a physical form. Though it was none of his business, he was interested in the gel-man and inquired of him, "Are You Aethereal?"

Magnus Ignis, the fire itself, rose up from the place as the entire flame, itself, taking on the form of a hovering burning. The ambiguous face with sharp eyes and scowl remained completely visible, yet the entire fire that now floated in the air was as plasmatic and in flux as it would be normally in its place. "Perhaps My Language Is Not Understood Here," he commented, passing over through the air and toward the two, "I Mean, Are You An 'Elemental' Being? Is That What It Means To Be A 'Geal'?"

Magnus Ignis felt as though the response to the appearance was not uncommon, for seeing a large hovering flame with a scowling face and sharp eyes was not the most welcoming of introductions. The form of the flames suddenly shifted to that of a man-like being -- tall; about 13 feet high -- and still all aflame, with no physicality to his mannish form. "I Am Aethereal," Magnus Ignis began to speak, "A Fire God From A Different Dimension." Perhaps they weren't too accustomed to meeting with such beings, but Magnus Ignis was here on account of other beings from his realm traversing to this one. "You May Refer To Me As 'Magnus Ignis'."

Magnus Ignis remained all aflame and intangible, though retained his mannish shape. His sharp eyes glared at Gerry with a hint of concern for his response. "The Waves Of Your Voice Combined With Those Of Your Facial Expression Give A Hint Of Disdain," the Magnus Ignis explained. "Do I Trouble You With My Appearance?" Magnus Ignis could read waves in the air as emanations, and so the slightest of them would be felt and read by it, causing its body to undulate lightly.

Magnus Ignis was still afloat in the air, careful not to cause any sort of undo destruction, as he was prone to do whenever he did anything at all besides meditate. It seemed as though the destruction of atmosphere was his latest handiwork, with the mood of Gerry going south rather quickly. It did not bode well in his heart and at the core, Magnus Ignis emanated a dark fire that caused the entire flaming body to become dim and lackluster and his sharp eyes became sullen. "I Was Already Aware Of This," he said with emotionlessness, "And Have Control Over All Flame That Is Part Of Me." As an example, the floating fire man finally touched down on the ground where the flammable furs were and none of them even kindled.

Magnus Ignis always wore a scowl, even when in meditation. It was a bad habit and a long-time mindlessness that he had of himself due to what he meditated on whenever he should be in such. He generally thought of his past and how he could keep from destroying things, much like now, and also how to prevent intimidating others, as he was prone to do. "... My Apologies," he said with a sunken heart, "I... Think Very Deeply About Many Dark Things, Though I Am A Bright Sun..." The legs of the fiery construct rose up into a folded position, blending into themselves as the Magnus Ignis continued to speak. "I Do Not Mean Any Harm, Even If My Face Bears Some Sort Of Threatening Magnitude..." He hovered in place.

Magnus Ignis' eyes narrowed in pain. "Again..." he began to mumble to himself, "... I Have Destroyed..." Though it did not seem like it from the perspective of a normal being, from the eyes of the one that read emanations of others and felt them rather vibrantly, even the tiniest negative vibration caused feelings of distress for him. That was when his flames began to spark out of his form, making him a bit more volatile when his control was out of tune. He was becoming one with the vibrations in the atmosphere, which were of confusion, and as such, so would the flames become more unpredictable.

Magnus Ignis, the fire within the firepit roared vehemently, yet remained contained to the fireplace. Only sharp amber eyes and a very disgruntled, pointy grimace could be seen within the fire, glowing at their outlines, restraining much anger.

Magnus Ignis spake, "That Is Because There Are Parts Which Are But A Child's Innocence." And spoke no more to the one to whom they now clashed in spirit. The fire calmed itself down as it released emanations of heat when it spoke, rather than to keep the tension within.

Magnus Ignis calmed itself, upset with itself for upsetting another. "Mmmm..." it hummed, becoming as pensive and monotonous as the flames that it burnt in tandem with. "I Have Destroyed... Yet Again..." This would not do. Things were different in the Veritas, where there was more freedom for the Spirit to act out on its own free will. In a secluded space, there was a lot less leeway and much more conflicting emotion, which is the level in which the Spirits dwelt -- the emotional realm. "I Cannot... Keep Destroying..." the fire uttered. "I... Will Not Keep Destroying..." It almost seemed like it would chant a mantra geared toward just that cause and focus; to not destroy.

Magnus Ignis was aware that the two of them had witnessed what happened and knew that the fire in the fireplace was both sentient and the being from before. Though docile, it was still very intense due to the tension of what happened before. "Are You Well?" is all the flaming entity that was the fire spake to the serpent, and also hinted to the female, in case she was shaken by what happened as well.

Magnus Ignis continued to burn to himself. "I Am..." The words eluded him at the present. "... Docile." Cool was definitely not the word to use to describe him, though his restrained voice might have denoted it in the casual sense of the word. Flames crackled with curiosity as he had the bright idea to ask, "Why Did You Pass Out Before, Reptilian One?"

Magnus Ignis had been burning all night, not letting the fire die down at all after what happened. The face was unflinching and unchanging -- daunting, even -- remaining in the midst of the flames as a self-loathing scowl. The outline of the face was apparent, yet still ambiguous, being only sharp, amber eyes and the eternal scowl.

Magnus Ignis remained stoic, as a normal fire would without any type of agitation. The ever sharp eyes took note of all of the surroundings and took in the vision of the lapine carrying a swaddled child. The sound of the child's coos created an emanation that were absorbed by the Magnus Ignis in the same fashion of one with ears. The burning deity remained silent, however, meditating on what happened the night before. It was not time to speak on the matter.

Magnus Ignis remained silent for a moment, in continual self-disciplining meditation. Only the sound of the crackling fire could be heard for a while, filling the air with its ambiance. It wasn't until after a well thought out response would the fire speak to the rabbit feeding the youngling, saying, "I Am The Same Being As You Have Met, And Beings That Are Of Feminine Nature." This was an answer and a statement. It seemed like this part of Overlord Tensei was okay with the captain of the guard, yet being a fragment of a larger being meant it had the memories, thoughts and feelings of the one whole. Still, it meant nothing as long as it was under control, which is what this part of Overlord Tensei practiced with great discipline at all times. "Is The Young One Yours?" the Magnus Ignis inquired with genuine curiosity.

Magnus Ignis burned with passion for his own level of self control. The fire raged with rage, but it remained contained -- compressed, even. "If You Trust Me To Maintain Control," Magnus Ignis began, "Then You Should Know That I Am There Inside Of Overlord Tensei, No Matter How Wild It Gets With Him." He was the one that kept Taomin in line, after all. "Have I Not Kept Taomin From Going Too Far? We Are All In Full Control Of All Of Ourselves, And That Much More For Overlord Tensei." If the fragmented versions were in control, the whole was definitely so. "Let Us Just Say, We Each Have Different 'Levels' Of Fun." Magnus Ignis wasn't one to speak so much about a single subject for too long on its own, and thus returned to the child. "You Are A Good Man. Your Child Is Fortunate."

Magnus Ignis was reminded of his own child when he saw the fatherly nature of Ramiel. His child lacked control, but this is why he, her father, had that much more control -- for his child's sake. "... Bully Is Not The Word," the Magnus Ignis emanated. "We Have Gone To Many Realms And Found Ourselves Too Powerful. This Is Our Curse. Our Pain. It Hurts Us." Magnus Ignis, especially. "Perhaps... You Should Know The Pain From The Mouth Of The Whole, For There Is Pain Unimaginable In Each Fragment." The fire calmed. "... My Pain Is Destruction. Before Tempering Myself, I Destroyed All I Touch, Be It On Purpose, Or On Accident. That Is What It Seems Like You Were Concerned About..." There was a long, dramatic pause. "... Me." The destructive part.

Magnus Ignis stilled the fires for a moment, causing them to dim. This meant that he was calmer now, but was still cognizant that this fire was keeping this place warm. He suddenly flared up again and let his warmth emanate through the cabin, hopefully keeping both of them warm and letting them know of his own compassion through his wafting heat. "Though I Understand, It Is No Fault Of Mine That The Scarred Were Scared. Only That We Were All In The Wrong Place At The Wrong Time." Now, the Magnus Ignis could control itself, but sitting in the firepit all day nearly motionless and speaking very seldom became monotonous -- not for the monk, but for the atmosphere. "But On Behalf Of Overlord Tensei And The Veritas, I Apologize For Us."

Magnus Ignis was humbled by this, and the fire reflected it by its ambient crackling. "Done," is all that the Magnus Ignis said, for once it was decided on something, it was an absolute -- that is how it made decisions, or else it did not make decisions at all. "I Will Return In A Weaker Form And Reassess The Situation, As I Should Have In The Beginning." There were 13 versions and restrictions on the same being, with Overlord Tensei being but the 8th. "If I Do That And Make Friends In A Lesser Form, Will That Suffice With You, Captain?"