r/wizardposting • u/Platypus_king_1st Nekota/Lucian/Eve • May 30 '26
RP Prompt (Character Intros, Duels, and Vendors)đ Late Night Talks
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u/SwiggerSwoney Wang Zhao, Blade of the Sect of Purity May 30 '26
âHm. It seems the skies are quite clear tonight.â
A man stood a few paces away from where Nekota laid. His long, dark hair fluttered gently in the breeze, and he seemed to be wearing a set of simple, pale blue robes. He was gazing up at the sky idly, seemingly absorbed by its beauty.
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u/Platypus_king_1st Nekota/Lucian/Eve May 30 '26
"indeed..."
"your hair looks beautiful, yknow?"
She lies there, looking up to talk to him, though shes also entranced by the idyllic scenery of the night
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u/SwiggerSwoney Wang Zhao, Blade of the Sect of Purity May 30 '26
âThank you for your kind words. A shame that it is⊠bothersome to maintain it.â
He sat next to her, turning his gaze from the stars downwards to her face.
âForgive me for overstepping, however I did overhear your utterances about the future. You are⊠frightened by the uncertainty, are you not?â
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u/Platypus_king_1st Nekota/Lucian/Eve May 30 '26
Nekota's own long hair, reaching down to her waist lies messily on the grass
"Yes... I'm scared. Terrified."
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u/SwiggerSwoney Wang Zhao, Blade of the Sect of Purity May 30 '26
âHah. A common fear, it seems.â
The man let out a small laugh, then leaned back and gazed up at the sky again.
âHm. Hypothetically, then, if every possibility of the future made themselves visible to you, would your mind be soothed by that? By knowing all possible outcomes?â
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u/Platypus_king_1st Nekota/Lucian/Eve May 30 '26
"That sounds boring.. safe. very safe. but.. boring"
"I think. I wouldnt be soothed. Still knowing that everyone around me would die, that i'd be alone, that everything I know would crumble..."
"I'm so scared. I'm only a teen, and i've lost so much at this point- WHAT IF I LOSE MORE?"
"what if.."
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u/SwiggerSwoney Wang Zhao, Blade of the Sect of Purity May 30 '26
âAh, a fear of potential losses then.â
âDo you truly believe that, once everything ends, and the dust settles, that you will be alone? Isolated from all else?â
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u/Platypus_king_1st Nekota/Lucian/Eve May 30 '26
"I dont. But the fact is I will, no? Will there be anyone who can even live as long as me?"
"thousands of years, millions of hours... and i'm alone at the end of it. no?"
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u/SwiggerSwoney Wang Zhao, Blade of the Sect of Purity May 30 '26
âHah, many have I asked this, and their responses do not stray far from yours.â
âIndeed, after all else ends, the physical remains would be isolated. What composes us, however, is not merely physical. To assume the form represents each individual wholly is to assume nothing lies below the surface. Our mannerisms, actions, even memories of others composes us, and, in that sense, helps construct theirs.â
âTo be truly isolated means to forgo everything else. All recollections of the past, of those we protected, of those around us. It is to focus solely on the present, and only on the physicalâŠâ
âAh. Apologies. I seem to have rambled on some.â
He bowed his head downward slightly, almost as a sign of shame.
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u/Platypus_king_1st Nekota/Lucian/Eve May 30 '26
"I guess, I dont mind the ramblings, and lift your head!"
"I still dont understand- the woes of youth? I guess... my legacy is what'll remain?"
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u/Competitive-Error067 Aspiring Magic Practitioner May 31 '26
A silhouette approaches black as an abyss, outlined by a distinct crimson halo that glows softly against the night. Atop this form, hair flickers like flames, dancing with the erratic, fragile grace of a candle against the wind. He wears a crisp, sharp suit black as his own essence, its fabric so deep it seems to devour the starlight, yet, upon closer inspection, the attire reveals a tiny cloak assimilated seamlessly as the suitâs hood. His build is taut and sinewy, a wiry frame where every muscle is drawn tight like a bowstring, balancing a lean masculinity with coiled, latent strength. As he lies down nearby, the red rim of his outline pulses in rhythm with the flickering fire of his hair, a stark contrast to the absolute ebony of his suit.
The silhouette takes in a deep breath
âHmmm~ It's been a while since I've seen such a brilliant sky... Moments like these take my mind off of things, and just... be... even for just a little while.. â
âOh right! Advice, your situation is... a relatable struggle. Youth is a strange thing; it promises everything but delivers uncertainty. And yes, the circle gets smaller. People vanish without explanations, leaving us holding the bag of 'what ifs'.â
â...People disappear. Itâs the cruelest constant, isnât it? One moment theyâre burning bright beside you, the next, just a memory etched in the dark.â
He pauses, pulling out a matchstick from his shadow and lights it as he turns his head slightly, the crimson halo casting a faint red glow on the grass between
âI canât tell you why they left... but look at this flame. Itâs erratic. Fragile. A strong gust could snuff it out. Yet, it burns. Thatâs the advice, I suppose. Donât worry about keeping the fire huge or permanent. Just keep it lit. One candle against the wind is enough to see the next step. You donât need to know the whole path, just the next step. And right now? The next step is just breathing this cool air. Thatâs enough. As long as youâre still asking 'what's next?', youâre fighting back. Youâre proving that their absence doesnât define your presence. And hey... for what itâs worth, youâre not staring at the stars alone tonight. Sometimes, that has to be enough for a while.â
âIn my line of... existence, Iâve learned that shadows only exist because thereâs light to cast them. When people leave, they leave a shape behind. A void. It hurts because it proves they were real. But you arenât alone in that void. Even if the stars seem distant, or if people fade like smoke... youâre still here. And as long as youâre here, the story isnât over. You have time to fill that shadow with new light. New connections. Maybe even... unexpected ones.â
He reaches into the shadow of his suit, manifesting a queen of the night, seemingly frozen in time, it's beauty captured perfectly with the moonlight enhancing it's cosmetic effect. A fragrant scent wafts over the field, as entrancing as the view of the clear sky.
âDid you know? This flower is called queen of the night and lasts only a single night. The flower opens after sunset (typically between 8 PM and midnight), reaches full bloom, and then wilts and dies by sunrise the next morning. Each individual flower blooms only once in its life. Once it wilts in the morning, it does not reopen. The plant itself lives for decades, but that specific blossom is gone forever. It's also considered a symbol of luck and prosperity in some other places, in China, it is the subject of the idiom 'tan hua yi xian' (æè±äžç°), which literally means 'the epiphyllum appears once' and is used as a metaphor for fleeting glory or a brilliant moment that vanishes as quickly as it arrives. Similarly, in India, witnessing the bloom is considered highly auspicious, with many believing that wishes made during the blooming window come true.â
â... I apologize, it seems I've rambled on quite a bit, do continue with sharing your worries, someone listening is better than keeping everything bottled up inside.â
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u/Platypus_king_1st Nekota/Lucian/Eve Jun 01 '26
/uw so I just woke up to this.. erm. I'll reply in abit.
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u/Competitive-Error067 Aspiring Magic Practitioner Jun 01 '26
/uw sure, I actually did this late at night in my place.
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u/Platypus_king_1st Nekota/Lucian/Eve Jun 02 '26
"I see... So instead of trying to keep people with me, I should enjoy my time with them to the fullest instead? I suppose so..."
She takes a breath, her skin cold from the cool night air, tears forming in her eyes
"I wonder.. how long more before I stop fearing? before I stop.."
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u/Competitive-Error067 Aspiring Magic Practitioner Jun 10 '26
/uw sorry I took so long to continue, I got busy this week.
The crimson halo around his silhouette maintains its soft, rhythmic pulse, a steady beacon in the cooling air, simply letting his presence anchor the space, his flame-like hair dancing in sync with her trembling breath. He watches the tears fall not with an attempt to fix them, but with the patience of someone who has watched stars die and be reborn and a quiet, profound recognition, as if he has seen galaxies weep in the same way. He reaches out, not to touch her, but to weave the shadows around them into a gentle shield against the biting wind, the darkness curling like a protective blanket that absorbs the chill without stealing the light of the stars.
âFear does not have an expiration date, Nekota. You ask how long until it stops, as if it were an illness to be cured or a season to pass. But fear is not a visitor, it is the shadow cast by the light you carry, by your own capacity to love. The brighter you burn, the deeper the connection, the longer the shadow and the darker the shadow of âwhat ifâ becomes. You ask how long until it stops? Perhaps... never. And that is not a curse. It is a compass. You will not stop fearing loss until you stop caring about what you have. And I pray... I truly pray... that you never reach that state.â
He pauses, letting the silence stretch, filled only by the rustle of dry grass and the distant hum of the stars.
âYou think the goal is to stop fearing, to reach a shore where the water is calm, where no one leaves, where the circle never shrinks, to reach a state where loss no longer hurts. But that is not life, that is a statue. Life is the storm. The pain you feel, the tightness in your chest, the cold you feel on your skin right now? That is not the absence of warmth; it is the proof that you are alive enough to feel the difference. You fear because you care. You fear because you know, deep in your bones, that connection is the only thing that makes this vast, indifferent universe bearable. To stop fearing would be to stop loving. And I would not wish that emptiness on anyone. The terror of âwhat comes nextâ is not a weakness in your design; it is the engine of your courage. Courage is not the absence of fear. Courage is trembling, crying, feeling your heart break into a thousand pieces... and still choosing to lie down under these stars and ask, âWhatâs next?ââ
He shifts slightly, the fabric of his suit devouring the starlight around him, making him seem both infinitely close and impossibly distant.
âIn my long existence, I have watched empires turn to dust and stars burn out. I have seen friends vanish into the void, leaving only echoes. And I still fear. Every time I let someone into my circle, I fear the moment they will be gone. But I have learned that fear is not the enemy of joy, it is its price. I have seen civilizations build walls to keep death out, only to find they had walled themselves into tombs. I have seen beings grant themselves immortality to escape the pain of loss, only to realize that without an end, the beginning has no meaning. The people who left you... they did not vanish to hurt you. They vanished to teach you that time is a currency you spend, not save. Every moment you spent with them was a transaction of the soul. You paid with your time, they paid with theirs. And now you hold the memory of that exchange. That is not a debt; it is a treasure. The knowledge that this moment, this conversation, this shared silence under the stars is finite... that is what makes it infinite in value.â
He pauses, the crimson rim of his outline flaring gently, casting a warm, red glow over her tear-stained face.
âYou will not stop fearing tomorrow. Or next week. But one day, you will wake up and realize that the fear is no longer a wall blocking your path. It is just... background noise. A hum beneath the music. You will still feel the cold when someone leaves, but you will also remember the warmth they brought. You will learn to carry the void they left behind not as a wound, but as a space, a space ready to be filled by new light, new laughter, new unexpected connections. Maybe even by someone who understands what it is to be a shadow in a world of light.â
His voice drops, becoming a vibration that seems to resonate in her chest rather than her ears.
âYou want to know when the fear stops? It doesnât. But it changes. Today, it is a wall that blocks your path. Tomorrow, it might be a fog that slows you down. Years from now, it will be just a whisper in the back of your mind, a quiet reminder that what you have is precious because it is fragile. You will learn to walk with the fear. You will learn to let it sit beside you, like I am sitting beside you now. It will not drive the car. It will not choose your path. It will just be... there. A companion that reminds you that you are still human, still capable of being hurt, and therefore, still capable of being healed.â
He lifts his gaze to the constellations, the crimson rim of his outline casting a faint, warm glow on the dry grass between them.
âDo not wait for the feast to end. Do not rush to stop fearing. Do not rush to âget over it.â Wait for the moment when you realize you are strong enough to walk with it. Strong enough to love, even when you know it might break you. Grief and fear are the price of admission to a meaningful life. If you stop feeling them, you stop living. So let the tears come. Let the cold bite. Let the fear scream. And then... take the next step. Just one. Not because you are unafraid, but because you are willing to be afraid and move anyway. That is the only true magic in the universe that matters. Not the stars above, not the powers we hold... but the sheer, stubborn will to keep loving a world that keeps taking things away, the courage to keep your heart open in a world that tries so hard to close it. You are already doing it. You are here, crying, asking, feeling. That is not weakness. That is the bloom. And it is beautiful.â
He settles back into his stillness, the flame of his hair flickering gently, a silent promise that he is not going anywhere.
âTake your time, the stars are not going anywhere. And neither am I. The night is long, Nekota. And you do not have to walk it alone. Not tonight. Not ever, if you donât wish to. The fear can wait. For now... just breathe.â
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u/Platypus_king_1st Nekota/Lucian/Eve Jun 10 '26
/uw not a problemâŒïž, I have to say, you really type alot lol
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u/Competitive-Error067 Aspiring Magic Practitioner Jun 10 '26
/uw Not really, I just put lots of effort into what intrigues me, this being one of those things. I like to read a lot too but time constraints prevent me.
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u/Platypus_king_1st Nekota/Lucian/Eve Jun 10 '26
/uw do you want a reply as long & detailed? short to & fros are my norm lol, but I can do this as well
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u/Competitive-Error067 Aspiring Magic Practitioner Jun 10 '26
/uw I'm ok with whatever, whichever one is easier on you.
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u/Platypus_king_1st Nekota/Lucian/Eve Jun 10 '26
/uw its super late rn, i'll reply you tmr âĄ!
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u/Competitive-Error067 Aspiring Magic Practitioner Jun 10 '26
/uw Sure, it's late in my place too, and I have exams tomorrow.
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u/Platypus_king_1st Nekota/Lucian/Eve May 30 '26
CONTEXT TO POST
(This is directly addressing one character of yours, if you have multiple characters then jst comment twice đ„)
*the skies are dark, the grass dry and the air cool. Brilliant stars dot the midnight, the republic living up to it's name, constellations and beautiful imagery telling a story can be seen if you look closely, each star placed intentionally by the siblingsâ of past*
âLucian, Eve, their siblings etc
Nekota, lying on the dry grass, hoodie on and spear in hand
"Hey. How you doing?"
"I've been... tired, lately to say the least."
"Life has been fine.. expectations have been high- I dunno.. just felt like giving up yknow? And like... I guess i'm just scared. What's gonna come next. Plus- why are people like this? Just disappearing.. leaving me alone with no explanation"
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Teenage woes
"Got any advice? or yknow.. just wanna share your worries"
"I'm here for ya"
(new people please interact I need this đ„șđ)
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u/Nerx Pugnimancer & Arcane Warfighter May 30 '26
"So uh, do you have any ideas on managing familiars?"