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Post by Ferr Aesir on Jun 22, 2016 23:12:48 GMT -6
nineteen - twenty one i tried to write about your eyes but i ran out of cliches, i tried to say you plainly but there wasn’t enough truth, whoever invented this language didn’t anticipate you. + @tagged2 + Hopes it's fine. + more if u need | The snow seemed to melt beneath Ferr's position, knelt on the ground with Legion Hunters and Soldiers around him. The robots and mechs used in the invasion remained at stationary positions around the new territory Legion 'acquired' from Rift. He could hear carriers and other moods of transport moving people around. Both in the air and in the streets of the occupied Rift. Even the name meant more now. Rift-- the beginning of a gap between the past tradition, and the future and what it brought along with it. A few soldiers looked to Ferr as he tied cable around a wrecked three-wheeler. The fire had only just gone out minute ago to allow the man to complete his task.
With sword and shield clinging to his back, Ferr tugged on a the black rope which was secured to the wreckage which once he called his ride. Careful design and care to detail had been wasted thanks to a trigger happy nooby. Taking in a deep breath, Ferr began to walk away from the site of the confrontation. As he did, the snow parted ways for him and his hunk of metal, plastic, and parts. The only thing that didn't move was the spot of what equated to an execution. That dark alley where the sniper snuffed out a life, it still remained. No light passing into it. Only shadow and darkness and death. Perhaps Ferr should head over to a tavern and get something to drink. He would need one after the long day he had. Not to mention he still had to call his household and report in. Two of his cousin had lost their lives in the fight. They'll be honored and missed.
As Ferr walked the streets alone, a pair of soldiers walked his way. Turning in curiosity they asked the man what he was doing? "I own this hunk of junk." He replied with a sigh. "Gotta get back to the carrier so someone can take a look at it back in Legion. 'Don't very much trust Rift engineers and the like." His reasoning was sound. Especially after today-- he'd be luck if no-mechanic and engineer attempted to put a bomb in his lap. How would the people of Rift act after this has all settled down. Would there be a rebellion? Would Legion attempt to expand into the territory? Would he have a shot at getting a better kill count? "Where'd that thought come from?" He asked himself in a mutter. Was it normal to wish for a chance to better a kill count?
The warrior thought about this while approaching a carrier near the center of the royal district. His spiky hair and azure eyes scanned the small and scattered crowd of Legion-fighters still lingering. Was it to gloat in glory or just to chat about the invasion? Possible even plans for dinner. Switching back and forth between serious and mundane issues was something he still needed to work on. With him it was either serious or relaxed; he was unable to let go easily.
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Post by Aisio Pendragon on Jun 23, 2016 12:13:55 GMT -6
Aisio had decided to take a flight after the invasion ended. Her burning wings glowed behind her as she made her way around Rift, flying above the buildings as she did so. She just wanted to spend some time flying above the world and brooding, thinking about what she could've done better. She was wrenched from her thoughts as she flew by a carrier in the center of the royal district, her eyes catching upon a familiar face hauling a battered vehicle behind him. Landing in front of him her wings curled behind her, appearing akin to angel wings at rest. She approached calling out towards him as she did. "Glad to see you made it out alive. I'm Aisio Pendragon, wielder of the legendary blade Excalibur and inheritor of the Wings of Icarus." As she said this she gestured to the glowing wings on her back and the golden hilt sticking out of its scabbard. She then bowed slightly before walking over and holding out a hand. "Need a hand with that? It looks pretty heavy." She gestured to the wreck he was hauling, and though her tone was light there was still a slight darkness in her flaming eyes. It seemed her mind was still wandering even while she talked, thinking about her fight with Sir Cullen. He seemed so utterly convinced Rift had nothing to do with the attack on Chairmen Barnett, his conviction had even planted seeds of doubt within Aisio's mind. But no, she couldn't afford to think like that. She had done what she had to, what was expected of her, nothing more and nothing less.
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Post by Ferr Aesir on Jun 23, 2016 18:05:51 GMT -6
Ferr thought about slacking off and perhaps taking a break from dragging his wreckage. Possibly get a drink or something along the lines of lunch. He hadn't eaten since the day before during noon. His train of thought was halted when the crimson maiden flew by his vision only to land before Ferr. Her wings were ablaze and robbed Ferr of his wits. They shined and burned like fire from the sun itself. He was infatuated by them and by her. Yet he kept himself poised and looked nonchalant. He would bow to her once she greeted him and announced her full title. Her light voice made him easy. However he would shake his head before letting the rope go. "It's fine. Just need a moment is all. Been dragging this since about five blocks back." He offered the Aisio a bright grin before he pulled his blade from his back. Striking the metal into the ground beneath them. Ferr thought it would only be polite to introduce himself in a familiar manner as Aisio. "I suppose I should return the favor. I am Odin of the Aesir, leader of the clan. My name is Ferr Aesir. Owner of the ancestral Gugnir, forged in the age of darkness." Since the Aesir were a big and well-known family to Hunters and warriors of all types, there was a chance Aisio heard of them. Certainly, there was a hint of familiarity in Ferr's mind. "I think I have heard of the Pendragon's once. My grandfather mentioned them once to me when I was a boy." In truth Ferr only remembered being told there was a slaughter and most of the family had been killed. The gunmetal colored hilt of Gungnir was lifted, pulling the silver and etched blade from the snow and ground. "So do I refer to you as Lady Pendragon? Or can I get away with just Aisio?" The question was an innocent one. Only meant to be friendly and allow for space to grow and move.
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Post by Aisio Pendragon on Jun 27, 2016 1:40:05 GMT -6
Aisio smiled at Ferr, nodding in respect at his introduction. When he removed his sword and stuck it into the ground however, Aisio instinctively shifted to put herself between Excalibur and his eyes. The blade was once one of great power and stature, but since that fateful day the shattered blade has only indicated one thing. How broken and degraded her family was, the fact that they were just about to simply fade into history, and then be lost forever. At his question Aisio snapped out of her reminiscing and shrugged nonchalantly, though her eyes wandered as she did so. "Aisio is fine, I've been Lady Pendragon enough today." Her mind flashed back to the image in the castle courtyard, standing before the king as Chairmen Barnett removed his head. Her eyes clouded over for merely a moment, the glow in them turning hazy while she stared into nothingness. Shaking her head, she smiled at him and posed a similar question. "And what of you? Should I call you Odin, or is just Ferr okay?" The question was in the same vein as his, meant only to be friendly and polite. Aisio knew a little about the Aesir clan, though not much. They were a heavily warrior tribe, similar in strength to the Pendragons and now far superior in numbers. Though that was the extent of her knowledge. Of course, if she knew about his clan, then he likely knew about her house, and that fact made the winged maiden frown slightly.
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Post by Ferr Aesir on Jun 27, 2016 16:13:57 GMT -6
Ferr grew a mild blush upon hearing Aisio's response. He intended to be friendly but found a charm in her voice. "Aisio it is then." Though he did present a confused face when she became protective of her sword. Did he seem like he was ready to fight? Possibly. Ferr looked to a small group of men standing by the carrier. They eyed the pair as though betting on the winner of skirmish. Looking down at his own blade, Ferr frowned a little and placed on his back. In the moment while Aisio was lost in thought, with her eyes seeming to see a vision of something phantasmal, Ferr looked down at her wings once more. They would forever fascinate him. Yet the moment Aisio repeated to Ferr his own question, the man would look at her dead in the eye with a small smile. "Ferr is alright. Odin is more of a formal title used for weddings, meetings, and the like. Also when people want to kiss my ass while seeking the hand of one of my cousins." Lord knew a good number of young men had already approached Ferr seeking blessing. One of his many duties which required his attention was ensuring the well-being of all his kinsmen. Both man, woman, and the children.
There was a pause where his words and body language both fell silent. It lasted only four seconds. After which his blue eyes fell back onto the rope which laid in the melting snow. Bending down to pick it up, Ferr began to look back at Aisio. "Now that I think about it. Could you maybe just help me for a second? I don't want any distractions while I try to hold a conversation. You know. 'Trying to give my full attention and all."
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Post by Aisio Pendragon on Jun 30, 2016 16:17:18 GMT -6
Aisio nodded at Ferr, walking over to a hanging rope on the front of the destroyed vehicle. Lifting slightly off the ground, she started heaving forward with the force of her wings, which were simply stronger than her feet. Smiling to the fellow hunter as she assisted him in hauling his bike towards the ship, she decided to sate her curiosity, if only a little. "So Ferr, what did you do during the siege? I ended up in a fight with Sir Finn Tosenslayer, a rather intense fight and one I wish hadn't ended with Legion's soldiers securing the district. Finishing the battle, it would've been a tale for the ages." Aisio's smile grew wistful, she was a warrior and always loved a good fight, the one with Finn would've been a trying and close one, just the way she wanted it. Of course, her smile darkened once more as the eventual outcome of the fight sprang to the forefront of her mind again, his final words haunting her mind again. But she couldn't think of that, this bike was heavy and she would have plenty of time to brood when she got home. "So, one head of house to another, how do you do it? Lead with such conviction, deal with a whole tribe. I can't even pretend to understand, the Pendragons have always been a small house. But sometimes I wonder, what if we weren't? What if we had expanded, become a large and sprawling family? Maybe, just maybe, there'd be more than just me left now." Aisio's eyes widened as she heard what she said. She hadn't meant to get dark and dreary, especially about something that had no relevance to the previous battle. She laughed, embarrassed as a light blush spread into her cheeks. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't bore you with my troubles." The words were spoken shyly and meekly, something that only happened when Aisio was berating herself and not wanting to offend others. Despite being the head of a noble house, and a top notch warrior, she was still a person, and she was very prone to brooding. Although very few people blame her for it, after all, it's not unexpected to become brooding when you're the last surviving member of your family.
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Post by Ferr Aesir on Jul 1, 2016 9:47:49 GMT -6
Upon Aisio's inquire, Ferr frowned and lowered his eyes to the dirty snow. He took in a deep breath but didn't let go of it. Holding onto it for dear life as he searched for his words. How do you tell someone you royally screwed up? How do you tell someone, who had fought the top-dog of the enemy forces, that you did nothing to contribute? Should he just lie about it and say he killed over twenty guards on his way to the district? No, he was too honorable for such a thing. Aisio was but a new acquaintance yet Ferr already gave her respect. He couldn't lie to her. He shouldn't lie to anyone. He was a knight damn it. "I didn't do so well." He began with shame in his words. "Once I hit the ground, I drove about half way to the royal district. Tried really hard to follow you." A smile momentarily graced his lips. "You're pretty fast, yo'know?" His lips turned a mild downward crescent once again. "But it didn't go well. Got attacked just for sitting in my ride, and then I got shot at by seven men, only to later have a freaking rocket take it out." Ferr offered a low shrug as his only way of stopping his story. The fine details were too gruesome for a casual conversation.
As they approached the ship, Ferr gave the wreckage one final, strong pull. Two crew members approached Ferr to take hold of the ropes and finish the job. He let go of the rope once the motor-trike was on the ramp up into the ship. His full attention would then be placed on Aisio. His shame turned to curiosity. However he then became a smile. It felt good to be asked such a question. It didn't hurt that Aisio with a blush was appealing to Ferr. "Well...I might be Odin, but I am still young. My grandfather and mother, the Odins before me, often give me wisdom and handle the day to day while I am out Hunting Grimm or fighting. Other than that, it is easy really." Placing a hand on his chin, Ferr tried to explain his own experience as clan lord. "I guess it's the fact that I try to understand this generation and prepare the foundation for the next. Does that sound right?" He asked Aisio. "I mean...uh how do I say this? It is my job, its what I do. Donn'know how to explain it. I love and take pride in my family. And though we are a large family, and our family tree may start to look like a family forest, I will do all I can to sustain it. Even the extended family. After all, I might be a warrior, but I follow the path of the Knight too." Ferr said with a puffed out chest and a great deal of pride. "As for your situation, I have a feeling it will turn out fine. You seem like a powerful, and strong woman. No matter what, remember the fallen and prepare for the those who will rise. You are a leader. So lead. Besides. A woman like you, I'm sure you'll have a plentyof heirs." This last statement was not one Ferr planned on saying. Was she going to take it in offense? This caused him to be embarrassed at his implication. Lowing his head, he gave a small wave and began back peddling into the ship. "Well look at the time gotta go. Don't be a stranger!"
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