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Post by Ceyla Regenwald on Jul 1, 2016 8:42:55 GMT -6
[nospaces] THIS IS OUR MEMORANDUM [break][break]This all felt like it was a dream. It had to be, right?[break][break]
Coquel sat on her small bed, back against the wall as she stared into the mirror across the room. It wasn’t much room, roughly a few feet, enough for her to see just how emotionless she looked at that time. Why did all this happen, anyway? Why had they attacked the Kingdom of Rift? For it to have been because of the attempt on Barnett’s life seemed excessive. To swoop into a city and kill over a hundred people, to behead the king - it just didn’t make sense to her. With a tired huff, Coquel tilted her head back and stared up at the ceiling. Memories, as well as thoughts of what could have been had things gone differently, all rushed through her mind instantaneously. Maybe this was karma? Coquel had never considered that Elijah dying could have been some divine punishment for the horrible things she had done, and was likely to continue to do. She had heard stories about “the Architect” in the Monasteries. In fact, it was one of the main points of study.[break][break]
A divine creator.[break][break]
The thought of such a thing made her laugh. This deity was presented as a benevolent force in the world, but such a claim was impossible - at least to her - to reconcile with recent events. First, innocent people were slaughtered in the streets. Then, Eisen Sablier was executed in front of those that survived. To make matters worse, Barnett intended to take the king’s widow as his wife, announcing that intent a week after making her watch. What the hell was going on? The more she sat and thought about it, the less sense all this started to make. Hugging her legs close, Coquel nuzzled her face into her knees and - for the first time since leaving Cela - prayed. She prayed for those that had lost their lives to be at peace, Eli most of all. She prayed that her friends and family would have it in their hearts to forgive her for killing other people. Lastly, Coquel sought guidance. Where did she go from here? What was she going to do?[break][break]
Resuming her White Fang mission was the first thing to come to mind, but the motivation to topple Legion’s government just wasn’t there - especially given that it had nearly doubled in size over the last week. She supposed she could return home, visit father and the friends she had left behind at the Monasteries. As appealing as that was, she couldn’t bring herself to leave now. Legion had become her home, the modest apartment she had shared with Elijah had become her home. At this point, Fang or not, she was determined to do anything and everything she could to protect it. Raising her head, Coquel eyeballed her sword, which sat propped up against her small desk. “We were so close, Daedalus...I could almost taste it,” she said in a whisper. “I just don’t know what to do now.” Talking to an inanimate object wasn’t something she did frequently. She liked to believe that, somehow, Daedalus helped her father hear her in her time of need.[break][break]
It’s really all she could ask for at that time. A little bit of help, a little bit of comfort.[break][break]
Stretching her arms above her head, Coquel flopped onto the bed, stuffing her face into the pillow. Drifting off to sleep, Coquel’s dreams were filled with images of the past, more memories of the world that had completely shattered one week prior. One such dream was a little different, a dream of the Monasteries that she had never had before. It was a memory, sure enough, of the day she was given her sword. Renault, a balding middle-aged man at the time, was instructing the young Coquel on its proper use. “Be careful with it!” He shouted. “You’d be surprised how fragile this weapon is, considering all it can do!” She remembered that day. She remembered it all as if it had just happened. “You wouldn’t want to have to reforge the thing, trust me!” He scolded. “Reshaping this weapon will be next to impossible if it ever broke. So please, take care of it!”[break][break]
It was in that instant that heavy turbulence struck the Atlas. The ship rocked heavily, throwing Coquel against the wall and sending some of her belongings around the room. Her sword teetered, but in her daze she didn’t quite notice. It wasn’t until the metallic “THWAP!” of it hitting the floor that she finally came to. Anxiously, Coquel slowly peered over the edge of the bed, afraid of the state of her weapon. It looked fine, resulting in a short fit of relieved laughter. Taking Daedalus in hand, she drew the sword and studied it for a couple minutes, smiling proudly that it hadn’t been damaged. A quick flick of the sword to shrink it down to proper size, then a sudden crack! Her blood ran cold before the sound had even finished. Looking at the sword once more, a solitary crack could be seen forming near the hilt and reaching its way towards the tip of the blade. In a panic, she sheathed the sword and tucked it away into her bag. Hopefully a little added protection would stave off any further damage.[break][break]
Now she just had to get out of there. Get a little air, maybe mingle with her peers? Seeing what Aisio was up to seemed like a good place to start. Hopping off the bed, Coquel wiggled her way into a pair of shorts and threw a black Legion flag emblazoned vest over her baggy white shirt. Sticking her feet into black slippers, she hastily made her way from her room to the massive lounge area of the ship. A rec room of sorts, it was the place most of the crew spent their time. It was their only relief from the insanity that was war. Coquel was rightfully overwhelmed by all the people, but maintained her composure per the usual. Now all she had to do was find her friend. If she were Aisio, where would she be? [googlefont=Raleway] |
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Post by Ferr Aesir on Jul 1, 2016 23:35:41 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. + + more if u need | Dreams swam within Ferr's chaotic mind and distorted the present and the past. This had been happening for the past few days. With so much going on, it was hard for the man to say calm. And in the wake of so much change, his inner mind attempted to draw Ferr back to a static and stable era. Yet even this dream, the same reel on loop, crossed the fore-front of his mind. The image clear, the meaning simple, the effects everlasting. It was years ago when Ferr began training with his mother and grandfather. The three of them were walking through the woods. Think path of trees isolated them from even the forest itself. A separate realm of unsure adventure and risk. His mother, crimson and evergreen haired, pointed out a lone, weak Grimm to her son. Titania gave the order in a hush but obvious tone. "Kill it." It was to taste the many deaths to come. The many fights yet to be fought. It was but a taste for a ten year old. The fight would last for almost half an hour with Titania's rare reinforcements. Yet after cuts, a broken leg and hand, Ferr slew the Grimm. It's ebony essences returning to the void which birthed it. "Decent." Were the only words spoken to him.
"Decent my ass." Ferr muttered under his breath. In reality, he sat on his bed with the lights off. This dream awoke him from his short nap. His alarm hadn't even gone off yet as he looked across the darkness. His dream, it really happened. It was but one of many memories he wished to forget. But he'd never escape them. God or fate would not allow this. The same went for the scene of the young soldier's death. So young, so dishonored. It brought a great weight and placed it on Ferr's head. The darkness was eating at him. This, at least, he could escape. Standing up and turning the lights, on, Ferr combed back his black and grey hair before putting on a sleeveless shirt dyed a bronze shade. His long shorts were an azure blue and did not go well with his top. Though a powerful warrior he was, Ferr was not good at coordinating his clothes and colors. As he walked out the door, he tossed a pair of black sandals in front of him. Sliding into them as he marched forward. A growl would erupt from his stomach only to bounce off Atlas' walls. A silly smile grew on Ferr. "Damn i'm starvin'."
Minutes later, Ferr would leave the cafeteria with a tray of food. Potatoes and beef. Snack of champions. Thanks to circumstances, Ferr had become separated from his kinsmen that fought in the invasion. Cousins they might be, Ferr still was not in full control of his peers yet. They men stayed in Rift. Only the best got to go home for the time being. Traveling the hall while humming a song, Ferr marched ever closer towards the ship's lounge. The cafe had been barren of life. So perhaps by being around the crew he will find a way to relax and unwind. Perhaps even play some ping-pong. He was always good at that game. Was never able to beat his nephew Lowkie however. Was still fun with the right people.
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Post by Aisio Pendragon on Jul 4, 2016 22:13:13 GMT -6
Aisio sat within the lounge of the ship, having pulled a chair to the corner of the room and facing away from the room. She was adorned with her crimson armor and black trench coat, the ornate scabbard of Excalibur rested gently against the side of her chair. The blade itself was in her right hand as she stared solemnly at the broken weapon. The weapon embodied her so perfectly, a broken weapon for a broken warrior. Her mind was racing, bouncing between memories of her past and the words of Sir Cullen during the siege. She'd told herself she was done brooding over that, that she just needed to get home and calm herself over a cup of tea and a good book. Yet the words haunted her, they had kept her up all the previous night. When Coquel walked in, Aisio jumped as she was jolted from her inner monologue. Looking around, she quickly found the source and sighed, her frightened look dissolving into a smile. She slid her sword back into its scabbard, rubbing her eyes gently with her other hand. She was tired, that was true, but she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep. Grabbing the now filled scabbard she walked over to Coquel. It wouldn't have surprised Aisio if she wasn't seen immediately upon entering the room. She was in a dark corner, and facing away from the rest of the room as well. Smiling as she approached, Aisio spoke in a relieved, almost happy voice. "I'm glad to see you made it out alive." She tried to say more but the words stuck in her throat, refusing to be realized. After a few moments of trying vainly to say more, she simply smiled again, clapped her friend on the shoulder, and walked to a more open set of chairs. Sitting down, she rested Excalibur against the side of the chair and began staring blankly at the wall, looking at it but not seeing it. It seemed her mind was elsewhere, and the darkness in her eyes showed that it wasn't somewhere pleasant.
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Post by Ceyla Regenwald on Jul 5, 2016 10:23:21 GMT -6
[nospaces] THIS IS OUR MEMORANDUM [break][break]As her eyes scanned the room for what had to have been the dozenth time, Coquel’s entire body began to tense up. For the first time in years she was experiencing fear, and she found herself suppressing the desire to tremble. What if Aisio had been lost in the battle, too? Her breathing became rapid and her hands finally gave in, the muscles beginning to spasm just enough for her to feel it. Not necessarily noticeable, but she felt it nonetheless. Numbness followed as Coquel inched closer and closer to a massive anxiety attack. It was more than enough that she had lost her Eli, but the added thought of losing one of the few people she considered her friend in the entire kingdom was sure to push her beyond her breaking point. It wasn’t until seeing the familiar crimson-colored hair of the Pendragon heiress that the anxiety suddenly ceased.[break][break]
She let out a relieved sigh, holding her hands together as if thanking whatever higher power existed on Remnant. Thank whatever gods there might have been that she was safe.[break][break]
With Aisio approaching, Coquel struggled to keep herself from hugging the girl. A forced smile formed on her face as the girl walked up to her. "I’m glad to see you made it out alive.” Coquel nodded in response to her friend, doing her best to stay cheerful. The two stood there for what felt like an awkward ten minutes or so, but in actuality it was probably closer to one or two. Neither of them, it seemed, had the right words for the moment. Both of them stood there awkwardly until Coquel was startled by Aisio’s hand slapping against her shoulder. She responded by lightly patting Aisio’s hand and once again smiling as best she could. As her friend turned and made her way to an open area of seats, Coquel eagerly followed. She was interested in hearing about Aisio’s experience in Rift. Who did she fight? What all did she do? Coquel recalled her flying off ahead of her party, intent on ending the siege as early as possible.[break][break]
But she had also heard that Aisio had fought the Commander of the Royal Guard, Sir Finn Cullen. Coquel didn’t know much about the man, but anyone to earn the moniker “Tosenslayer” was sure to make a dangerous adversary. It was with that news, initially, that Coquel worried for Aisio’s safety. Sitting opposite of the red-haired girl, Coquel rested her elbows on the table and propped her head up with her hands. She slouched a little, doing her best to finally relax after all this time. “I’m so happy you made it out, Aisio. I was beginning to get really worried,” she finally said, breaking the silence. Quel had noticed that Aisio had sort of tuned out, so she decided to at least try and spark up conversation to snap her out of it. “I’m not sure I would have been able to handle losing someone else because of all this. I’m just...I’m really glad you made it back.”[break][break]
Glancing over her shoulder, Coquel observed the rest of the room before noticing the man she had seen early in the attack. Ferr, she was pretty sure, was his name. Wasn’t too sure on the last name, though. Coquel pointed over her shoulder in the man’s direction, her voice becoming hushed to all buy Aisio. “And who’s that guy? I heard a rumor here and there that you two were kind of friendly back in Rift. Innocent chatter, I’m sure, but you know how people can be. A warrior and an heiress, good ol’ tropey romance rumors.” Coquel turned slightly to face the direction of the man, and with a sly grin whistled as loud as she could. “Hey, Ferr? Odin? Whatever they call you! C’mere a sec, yeah?” She shouted out. Hopefully putting Aisio in the proverbial hot seat would get some conversation stirring. [googlefont=Raleway] |
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Post by Ferr Aesir on Jul 5, 2016 19:00:26 GMT -6
His azure eyes strolled into the room before his body did. Ferr could see the relaxed and unstimulated atmosphere as a wise choice. Better than the lonely eatery, far better than his cramp quarters on the Atlas. His stark teeth beamed a bright smile as he entered the lounge. Before he was able to even take in a breath of the room, Ferr was hollered at. It was almost like his days back in Vytal when he was just making friends. People thought his name was strange. Unable to properly say it at times, or spell it once in a while. It wasn't as big of a handicap or issue as he originally thought it would be. So he grew used to it. Though when the voice call out Odin, Ferr's head snapped to the side and looked at the source with narrowed eyes. Approaching slowly, Ferr noticed Aisio beside a barely familiar face. Ferr put his tray to the side before offering a bow to the two woman. "Hello again, Aisio. Good to see you." His smile turned more narrow as he looked at Coquel. "And the name is Ferr Aesir. But please. Do call me Odin when during formal events. Right now I don't want to hear that." The man took possession of a chair and pulled it beside the pair of powerful females. "Now since that is outta the way, what is your name?" Curiosity did not burn within Ferr. It was only polite to ask the question. Plus it would help to know how to address the stranger. This familiar stranger that Ferr swears he had seen before. It was at the battle of Rift. On his way to the royal district. "Oh yeah. You were fighting someone no? Back in Rift. And not just some meager skirmish. You looked like you had a full on bout going on."
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Post by Aisio Pendragon on Jul 8, 2016 19:34:06 GMT -6
Aisio's face turned as red as her hair at the mention of romantic rumors. Truth be told, they weren't something she was used to all that much, considering she didn't go out very often. Even still, when she called Ferr over Aisio sat proudly upright, if still positively glistening with embarrassment. His greeting caused a muttered response of "Good to see you too." While she continued to sit mostly silently. However his request for her name snapped her from her stupor and she smiled and went to introduce them. "Ferr, this is Coquel, she and I met at a party before the siege. Coquel, this is Ferr, but you knew that already. The two of us were on the dropship together before we deployed, I jumped out a little early so we didn't exactly exchange pleasantries. I caught up with him after the fact though, hauling a pile of junk that used to be his ride." Aisio's words were slightly rushed and forced, though no less sincere because of it. She very specifically avoided bringing up any rumors of, well anything between her and Ferr. It wasn't a topic she wanted to discuss at all, least of all in front of the man himself. Her hand brushed subconsciously along the hilt of Excalibur, the hilt-and more importantly the blade attached to it-provided her comfort. It was a relic sure, a weapon far surpassed by things like her Flamelash and Ferr's Gungnir, but it was still functional. The more comforting aspect though, was how long it had survived, some tales said since before humanity was driven into the mountains. The sheer tenacity the weapon itself seemed to have was something Aisio had always wished she had, and she had certainly turned to the blade in times of trouble to help her through.
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Post by Ceyla Regenwald on Jul 10, 2016 9:44:27 GMT -6
 寂しい 。。。 SAVE THESE WORDS FOR A WHILE, BECAUSE OF SOMETHING THEY REMIND YOU OF, ALTHOUGH YOU CANNOT REMEMVER WHAT THAT IS. MADE BY ★MEULK |
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Post by Ferr Aesir on Jul 11, 2016 18:05:52 GMT -6
An eyebrow crocked indicated Ferr's surprise of Coquel's origins. He knew of the Monistary. There were times when Ferr thought of making a pilgrimage to the settlement and enlisting to train. Family matters and his duty as a Hunter and leader prevented it from becoming reality however. A smile grew as the man warmed up to the blonde woman. He would pick up his tray and shift his body into the seat she gestured for him to sit in. "You must be well trained then. Heard nothing but good things from the Cela. I'd like to spar with you if the chance ever comes up." He took a forkful and placed it into his mouth. He'd dismiss the fact Coquel thought there was a need for assistance in his battles. Well not battles, more like fights. Less of a fight and more related to skirmishes. Who was he joking? They were all just meager encounters at the most. Ferr's kill count was a total fail and he knew it. But his interest was shifted to Aisio.
Again his face displayed his curiosity and partial concern. His eyes flickered between Aisio and his blade. He knew what was happening. At times he did the same. All warriors do it once or twice. She sought comfort in something familiar. Excalibur was probably the only thing that could fulfill the requirements. "Are you fine Aisio? I'd like to hear about the fight too. You are seeming really down right now."
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Post by Aisio Pendragon on Jul 13, 2016 16:03:39 GMT -6
Aisio smiled when she was asked about her fight in the siege. While what happened after was sending her into a melancholy state, the fight itself was something she was quite proud of. "Well, my objective was to get to the castle and secure as fast as I could, and with my wings I could get there faster than anybody else. I got most of the way there before a few soldiers spotted me, who I quickly took down with a wave of ice." Her words, which had started out slow and not very excited, very rapidly picked up in pace. Her expression brightened as well, and it was clear that while she was still not entirely joyous, she was proud and happy of her accomplishments. "The wave took out most of them, leaving two still standing. Then Cullen appeared and led them after me through the streets, right up into the castle courtyard, where I turned to face them. He sent one of the soldiers away, clearly a newcomer, and we prepared to fight."
She sighed, her mind bouncing back to the combat as she berated herself mentally again for underestimating the soldier. No matter the fighter, a well placed attack can turn a fight, from anybody. "I, made a miscalculation, and underestimated the soldier. His gunfire caught me off guard and let Cullen get off a nasty strike to my back. Sent me slamming into the ground so hard I bounced. At that point I knew that while Excalibur," Aisio gestured to the sword sitting on the ground next to her. "is a family weapon, and one that I wield because it is my duty, it is still a relic of the past, and a broken one at that. So I pulled away and swapped to Flamelash, the weapon I made during my time at Vytal. Its whip function caught Cullen off guard, catching him by surprise with a blast of fire to the back. Then, Legion took the castle and cut our brawl short. After that..." She paused, her wide grin fading to a straight line as she once again looked at the ground, getting back to the point in the story that had been causing her to brood so deeply.
"Well, you know what happened next." Her voice had softened, lost its pride and edge, and dropped back into the depressed and distant tone she had possessed before. Then she squinted, glared at the ground, and sighed. "The issue is, Cullen was so insistent that Rift had nothing to do with the attack. He truly believed that we were the invaders, the ones attacking without president. He, he seemed like a good man, one just mislead by liars and traitors. It pains me that he fought on the wrong side, that he was so convinced of his king's innocence that he was willing to hold me there as long as he could, even to his death." Aisio clenched her fist, an angry light flickering through her eyes as she looked up with determination. "The king didn't deserve loyalty like that." With that, she leaned back, then realizing that she had just ranted for the better part of five minutes, blushed and looked away. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get carried away."
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Post by Ceyla Regenwald on Jul 14, 2016 11:46:22 GMT -6
寂しい 。。。 It was story time. Leaning intently towards Aisio, Quel gave the girl her complete and undivided attention. It sounded exactly how she had imagined it - at first - yet as Aisio got to the bits involving Cullen, Quel began to feel a little uneasy. The man, as Aisio recounted, had been firm on his belief that Rift had nothing to do with the assassination attempt. But this wasn’t what made her uncomfortable, it wasn’t what pushed her to the point of panic. It was the simple fact that Cullen was right. Rift had nothing to do with it. Her composure showing no signs of faltering, her mind drifted back to that night. ~September 27, X0~“Are you ready, Red?”
A voice echoed through the earpiece, fading in and out in white noise as the signal fluctuated. Coquel was clad in all black, her blonde hair stuffed into a black stocking cap. Her eyes scanned the tall building that was the capital and home to Legion’s Chairman, Aldous Barnett. The stealth model helicarrier silently hovered at a distance far enough to remain undetected, but close enough for a simple grappling hook to latch onto one of the steel fixtures on the roof. Drawing in a deep breath, sharpened by the cool Legion air, Coquel nodded.
“Ready.”
From far across the city, she saw her signal, a solitary green flare against the blackening horizon. Hook gun in hand, she targeted a hefty antenna support beam and fired. The metal wire whirred through the air, hooking around the beam before latching safely. A quick tug to ensure it was secure, and Coquel zipped across the line before cutting it loose, allowing the carrier to make its getaway before drawing attention. Her hands trembled a little, a physical manifestation of the anxiety that was beginning to set in.
With haste, Coquel made her way to the roof access door, using a Fire Dust crystal to melt the lock away. Once inside, it was a simple matter of getting to Barnett’s floor. Using her Semblance, Coquel silenced her footsteps, also using Energy Dust to short out the security cameras. As she neared the proper floor, the heavy booming of bass from a film playing could be felt in the floor. Excellent, a distraction! That was precisely what she needed. It helped her relax a little, requiring no Aura use to silence the remaining footsteps. The Chairman’s late night movie binge would do that for her.
Then she saw him. Chairman Barnett, passed out in his chair while a movie thundered. Some war thing, as she recalled. A cigar was lying in an ashtray, smoke still rising from the glowing red tip. He must have fallen asleep recently. Quietly, Coquel moved across the room with a large knife in hand, prepared to make the killing blow. It felt wrong, killing a man in his sleep, but she knew - or at least felt - like it was necessary. Legion was the number one oppressor of Faunus, and Barnett was their leader. Rising slowly, Coquel’s movements snapped quickly and she drove the knife into the man’s neck.
She wasn’t expecting what happened next. Slowly but surely, the figure she attacked began crumbling away to ash. In almost a flash, she was attacked from behind, thrown against a table before her head was slammed against the surface. Her assailant was strong, keeping her down with ease using just one arm. Disarming her, the knife was stabbed into the countertop just an inch or so from her face. “Not bad, Miss Nattier. Not bad at all.” Her eyes widened at the immediate recognition of the man’s voice. As she was let go, she warily turned to face her attacker - who, as expected, was none other than the Chairman himself.
“I think you and I can help each other.” Shaking her head, Coquel snapped back to reality, her gaze swapping between Ferr and Aisio. “That’s so...strange, you know?” She said. “Why would we attack for no reason? I mean, let’s be honest...” She motioned to the entire room full of people before she pointed at the two of them. “I don’t think any of us, particularly you two, would have signed up for this if there was the slightest inkling of shenaniganry.” She added. Sadness began to work its way into her expression, and her hand rose to cover the area of her neck where her necklace typically rested. “I know Eli wouldn’t have come if he had any suspicion that it was for the wrong reason...” She said, her voice quiet and wavering. “That just...it wasn’t who he was.”SAVE THESE WORDS FOR A WHILE, BECAUSE OF SOMETHING THEY REMIND YOU OF, ALTHOUGH YOU CANNOT REMEMBER WHAT THAT IS. MADE BY ★MEULK |
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