Mikael Bronti - OC - Multiversal Bar Of Choice

[mm_danii]

The nice thing about being a freelance sorcerysoft designer was that you could work anywhere... including the end of the universe.

The apartment had been too cramped and the park had been too bright and the beach had been too distracting. Thus, Mikael was here. In the bar. Still stuck.

"If this stupid bastard wasn't stuck on using Elder

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[mm_azy]

"So cheat."

Suggests the black-coated figure nearby.

[mm_danii]

He turns, irritated.

"I don't. Cheat. Cheating is admitting something is better than you and fuck me if I'm admitting I can't do this how my client wants it."

[mm_azy]

"Then your complaining is pointless." Pause. "It was just a suggestion."

[mm_danii]

"My complaining is my own business, especially as I neither sought you out nor complained to you. As it vents my frustrations in a non-violent manner, it serves a purpose and thus is not pointless."

He looks at Roxas.

"Do I even know you?"

[mm_azy]

"No, you don't."

[mm_danii]

Mikael raises an eyebrow.

"Well, were you going to introduce yourself or were you waiting for an engraved invitation. I'm fresh out at the moment, but if you'll wait a minute I'm sure one of the rats will oblige."

[mm_azy]

"They avoid me," he replies. After a moment, he adds, "I'm Roxas."

[mm_danii]

"Very good," he answers with a smirk. "Glad you've decided to join us, Roxas. I'm Mikael."

He holds out a hand.

"Got a last name, or is it hiding in the robe?"

[mm_azy]

Under the hood, and behind his hair, he's eyeing the hand like a snake.

"No last name." He has an appellation, but it's not the same thing. "Just Roxas."

[mm_danii]

"Sexy," he quips sarcastically, "and which order are you a member of exactly? I don't suppose you're here with a job offer, are you? And no, I didn't say what I said thinking that you were, I'd have told anyone the same."

[mm_azy]

Arms cross. "I understand sarcasm, thanks. And you've got a heart, so no job offer. ...And that would be the Thirteenth Order."

[mm_danii]

"Of course I have a heart," and his voice is a little cold now, the air turning a bit frosty as well. "That said, I'm not familiar with the Thirteenth Order or with their practices or what gods or beings they deal with."

[mm_azy]

"No gods. No beings except ourselves." He tilts his head slightly at the chill in the air.

"...Ice-elemental?"

[mm_danii]

He blinks... and laughs.

"If such a thing existed, perhaps, but no. I'm human," or half, anyway, "so I'm not any kind of elemental at all. I'm a splasher, though."

And a Breeze...which is where things get COMPLICATED.

[mm_azy]

"So you're, what, water-aligned with a side of cold?" He snorts. "Sounds like ice to me."

[mm_danii]

"Water-aligned."

Abrupt.

"That's all."

Because humans had one alignment. It was only creatures that had two.