Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-27743663-20160607015202/@comment-27743663-20160721172941

Nigrum covered his mouth as he yawned, noting Berserker at his side as he stomped around, roaring about his greatness every once awhile. Dealing with that was seriously going to be a problem. Convincing him to stay in phantasmal form was going to end up being a bigger problem though. Thinking on it for a moment, he felt a pair of eyes on him, stopping in his tracks and activating his mystic eye to look around. Looking around carefully around himself, he didn't pick up any active traces of magic...well, still would be better to be careful. Berserker wasn't being the most subtle of people.

He heard a loud crunch coming from behind himself, letting out a loud sigh as he turned around to see what Berserker was doing now, he let out another sigh as he saw a bird in his mouth, one he was greedily biting apart. He was about to comment on it, when he noted something strange about the bird. Well, for starters, there was no blood. Second off, looking at the magical swirls on it, it actually looked like a familiar.

Well, now one of the Master's knew he was here. Though, Berserker actually somehow dealt with that. Did the lingering magic somehow attract him? Or did he just get lucky and shoved the first thing he saw in his mouth.

Holding his sheathed mystic code, an idea occured to him, bowing lightly to his servant.

"Oh Mighty Sage, I beseech you. These lowly mortals are not worthy to bask in your wisdom and radiance. If they caught sight of you, surely they would be driven mad by your sheer presence alone. I ask that in order to prevent the unworthy from laying eyes on a being so great, that you temporarily hide away your presence," spoke Nigrum in a low manner, similar to how a squire would speak to his lord.

Staring down at his kneeling master, Berserker spit the bird out of his mouth and to the side, standing up to his full towering height and looking down at the mage. With another loud roar, Berserker began to slowly dissipate away, blue wifts left in his presence as he disappeared entirely from view.

Waiting a bit once he was fully gone, Nigrum let out a sigh, feeling the mana drain to keep Berserker up lighten greatly. Now, not so much attentionw would be drawn either as he walked around town.

'I thank you, Great Sage,' said Nigrum mentally in his head, getting a loud roar back in response.

Standing up now, he stretched a bit, fingering the sheathed mystic code in his hand before beginning to wonder what to do first. Hmm...well, with the familiar mostly destroyed, he couldn't trace it very well...by normal means anyway. Flashing his mystic eye over it, he picked up a lingering trace of magic beginning to fade from it. Tracking that fully was going to be difficult, but it'd be possible.

Well, he could go trace it and let Berserker have his fun, or he could sit back and wait to make a move.

Hmm...what to do, what to do.