"Two measly human years to get over the trauma of meeting you. Sure, I knew some idiot with a pointy hat would one day call me up again, but I hardly thought it would be the same idiot as last time!"
— Bartimaeus, The Golem’s Eye



"A block of wood wearing a peaked cap would have had more verve and individuality."
— Bartimaeus, The Golem’s Eye
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//I find it very frustrating that it’s so difficult to come back to this blog. I want to, but I’ve completely forgotten how to find people to follow. Really this blog is still just starting out. I need to find a masterlist of some sort, I think. 

And you know what else? I would kill for a Nathaniel rp blog to show up somewhere. 




"Which is a pity, because at that last moment I’d have liked to tell him what I thought of him. Mind you, since in that split second we were, to all intents and purposes, one and the same, I rather think he knew anyway."
— bartimaeus on nathaniel
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3 months ago with 26 notes — via kuroikoumori



apersonificationofmoney:

thedjinnibartimaeus:

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My usual resistance was, as always, futile as the words of the summons mercilessly hooked into my essence. The fight only lasted a few moments before I gave into it, allowing the summons to rip me away from my place of rest and drag me figuratively kicking and screaming into the physical world. I was forced to materialise. I could tell from the summons itself that this was another first time, probably from some kid who would dismiss me as soon as look at me, but that was just fine by me. No harm in a bit of theatricality to pass the time though. 

A great gust of wind accompanied my arrival, causing the candle flames around the pentacle (all drawn correctly, more’s the pity) to flicker and die almost instantly. A thick white fog crept out from the centre until the circle was carpeted in the swirling mass the light in the room flickered eerily. A figure rose slowly out of the smoke- something which was made all the more impressive by the new abundance of shadows. I had chosen the form of a scantily clad maiden, just to throw him off kilter a bit and perhaps distract him enough to allow me to goad him into making a mistake.

The maiden stood with her arms folded across her ample chest, staring expectantly at the young upstart with dull eyes. I was still a little sore after the results of my last summons, and was in no mood for this in out shake it all about business you get with first timers. 

He stood there rigid for a second. Well, the entity hadn’t attempted to eat him. He supposed he was doing okay so far…though the entrance could have done with less smoke and shadows. Right, now for the hard part. He let his shoulders relax.

"I charge you with the duties of general multipurpose protection of me and my identity on a journey I am undertaking in pursuit and identification of a possible entity making unauthorized deals and exchanges with humans. The area we will be visiting involves the demon overworld at the entrance of hell, and possible visits to the lower jails and purgatory if necessary."

In his mind he was starting to wonder if the other had any contact with personifications before. If not, he was going to have to explain a few things. He grimaced to himself as he continued on. Doing this in the storage room of a train station was probably not the best idea.

"Once I have returned safely with everything intact, I will reimburse you for your troubles by the laws of equivalent exchange for your services provided that what you request is something I can carry out, and does not go against either my duties as a personification or my morals. Any questions?"

He stopped, and took in a few gulps of breath. He really hoped he hadn’t left loopholes in any of that.

This one wasn’t messing around, even if nothing he said meant a fig to me. Actually, it wasn’t making an awful lot of logical sense either. In light of what was most definitely not the dismissal I’d wanted I kept my eyes on him with a ravenous look in my eyes. All it would take was a single fingertip outside that circle and I would be on him and back home before he had time to regret his audacity. 

The maiden frowned, pouting slightly as she considered what he had said. As much as it didn’t make any sense, I couldn’t see any way of wriggling out of it either. All this talk of hell and purgatory was making me uneasy, but this wouldn’t have been the first time I’d had a master that had let all his incense and candle smoke get to him. (I’d had quite a few actually. Very easy to confuse. Needless to say, none of them lasted long.)

It was the talk of ‘reimbursement’ that really clinched it. Criminally insane. “Plenty.” I said obstinately. “Like, ooh, let’s see… What on earth are you yakking on about?” I put my hands on my hips. It didn’t really have the gravitas of some of my usual opening lines, but there are times when it really just isn’t worth the time and effort. 

"And what kind of skin disease is that?" 




+ thedjinnibartimaeus

handsofftherakkale:

thedjinnibartimaeus:

Ah, treasure hunters. I’d met a few in my time, though not all of them used the official title. Made for some interesting masters did some of the greedier magicians. I was even asked to open the tomb of one of my old masters to gain access to the gold inside. Not exactly the best blast from the past I’ve ever had, but at least I finally got to dance on his corpse like I promised. “Treasure hunter, eh? You really are lost. You want somewhere more like Prague or Egypt for that. Everyone here is either so rich they have people to treasure hunt for them, or so poor they can’t afford to leave the city. And then there are the elite few bound to wherever our masters may choose to bumble about.”

"Well ye-e-e-s… Although some of them do actually do that for dramatic effect. Makes them look right prats from this angle, but then, I don’t make up the majority of the audience. Far be it from me to pour the cold rain of reality on your small, but perfectly formed mental camp-fire, but if they didn’t exist I wouldn’t be here. Believe me, I’d rather they didn’t exist but that’s the price you humans have to pay for conversation as sparkling as mine." I shrugged. "What fantastical construct have we got lined up for plan B then? Something genius enough to live up to the name I hope?"

Despite the other’s attitude and actions, he had to admit that he was the most helpful up front that he had met so far. Looking at the taller buildings, the size of the city itself, Mordecai would have guessed the entire town would have been full of the rich, but those more along the lines of Jack; the kind that used others, that didn’t know what they had and didn’t deserve it. “Helpful bit of advice, but I’ve already got a hunt I’m on. Maybe I’ll pay this Prague or Egypt a visit though if it turns out I’m on the wrong trail though. Depends on what I might find there.” It never hurt to have a backup plan after all. Besides, he was already there, if it turned out that Earth didn’t have a Vault of any kind then it was a pitstop until he was gone.

Finally a warning flag seemed to go out while Mordecai looked the other over one last time, frowning. “You wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for magicians? What, you’re not human yourself?” He checked now, hand resting idly on the strap of his sniper. It was a small comfort, but also a warning that he wasn’t about to put up with anything. He hadn’t yet run into anything that couldn’t be taken down with enough time and firepower, that didn’t mean he wanted to waste what resources he had. “I got something back on the ship, expensive, currency back home, but it can double as fuel if I really need it. Just might be a bit explosive, if you catch my drift.”

Oh. This guy really didn’t know what he was dealing with did he? Going gallivanting off to Egypt is all well and good when you’re a magician with slaves to protect you from the poor souls forced to protect all the loot they’re after. That’s magicians for you, though. Too selfish to leave their stuff unguarded, and too greedy to let that put them off. But when you’re just a human with a dodgy outfit and a regular(ish) bird… Well, suffice to say that I might have inadvertently managed to get yet another human maliciously killed. (I seemed to have a talent for that.) Still, that was his lookout. Everyone knows never to take advice from a djinni. Well, when I say everyone… 

Humans are hilariously misinformed these days. “Human? Me? Ha! You should be so lucky. Spent five thousand years dealing with them though, and that is no picnic I can tell you.” I watched his hands straying to the weapon on his back and interlinked my fingers and placed my hands against the wall behind my head. “That’s not going to do you much good, chum. The only thing that can really handle djinn are other djinn. Or an afrit or marid if you’ve got one on hand I suppose, but for a djinni of my calibre, even that’s a bit risky. How have you managed to crash a ship without someone noticing anyway?” 

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apersonificationofmoney:

Just another roadblock to overcome was all, he thought. He was currently muttering to himself over the chalk he was messing with on the floor. The new eyepatch and armcast he was sporting were cumbersome, but then again it could have gone worse. Still, he couldn’t cover over the affected areas with his usual protection. That someone had even figured out how to break through them at all was worrisome.

Silent swearing. He thought visiting the archives in heaven would be safe. How they got past the usual security was beyond him, but they did. And he still hadn’t even visited his other contacts yet. He was running out ideas, options, and more importantly, time. Right.

He was pretty sure this set up was accurate; at least this was how he saw it done over on the other side. Some slight modifications so that things worked smoothly over here though. Candles, check. Incense or whatever, check. The words were in his head, all he had to do was say them. His daughter recommended this idea, and the name. He would have to trust her, he supposed, as he started the summons.

My usual resistance was, as always, futile as the words of the summons mercilessly hooked into my essence. The fight only lasted a few moments before I gave into it, allowing the summons to rip me away from my place of rest and drag me figuratively kicking and screaming into the physical world. I was forced to materialise. I could tell from the summons itself that this was another first time, probably from some kid who would dismiss me as soon as look at me, but that was just fine by me. No harm in a bit of theatricality to pass the time though. 

A great gust of wind accompanied my arrival, causing the candle flames around the pentacle (all drawn correctly, more’s the pity) to flicker and die almost instantly. A thick white fog crept out from the centre until the circle was carpeted in the swirling mass the light in the room flickered eerily. A figure rose slowly out of the smoke- something which was made all the more impressive by the new abundance of shadows. I had chosen the form of a scantily clad maiden, just to throw him off kilter a bit and perhaps distract him enough to allow me to goad him into making a mistake.

The maiden stood with her arms folded across her ample chest, staring expectantly at the young upstart with dull eyes. I was still a little sore after the results of my last summons, and was in no mood for this in out shake it all about business you get with first timers. 




faquarlxbartimaeus:

:: Bartimaeus :: Metamorphose ::
by ~JoshuaTheAsmodian
This freaking fandom produces such epic pieces! I’m so in love with this one!!! 8//D Please go support the artist and the original! :) Of course i don’t own it!

faquarlxbartimaeus:

:: Bartimaeus :: Metamorphose ::

by ~JoshuaTheAsmodian

This freaking fandom produces such epic pieces! I’m so in love with this one!!! 8//D Please go support the artist and the original! :) Of course i don’t own it!