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Post by Alburn Redgrave on Oct 20, 2016 2:18:30 GMT -6
The officer wanted to apologize for being late to the appointed time that he was supposed to be here, but it seemed Ceyla was not exactly intending on hearing any of it, because as soon as Alburn made his presence known to her, she ran into his arms faster than anything he'd ever seen. As soon as she jumped on him, the dark-eyed male's eyes widened in slight surprise, and caught her as he eloped his arms around her smaller body. He could smell the pleasant perfume on radiating from her for the occasion like the time when they met at the Police Station. Unfortunately, unlike his beloved Prime Minister, he didn't use any of it due to the time constraints (or perhaps he was being tad bit lazy about it). As the woman eased away from him, she'd wrapped her hands around his. The Redgrave was somewhat worried if he had kept her waiting a little too long, but her laughter managed to ease the officer out of it. “I was beginning to think you wouldn’t make it," She spoke, “But you’re here now…I think we should get going before we’re late.” Alburn quietly chuckled and nodded at Ceyla, but there was a problem in what she'd said. The two were already behind the schedule for the funeral that they were supposed to attend, but he estimated that they'd be able to make it on time. If they hurried up. "Better hurry it up, then. Do you have everything?" He asked, "Hope you got a speech ready too. A lot of people are expecting it, I bet." Judging by how she was quite literally dragging him to the elevator, Alburn quickly figured that such questions were unnecessary. She was never the type to leave important things behind, anyway. Ceyla was much too careful of a woman to make such mistakes, but he couldn't exactly help it but be worried. After the events of the Pinnacle, the male saw some subtle changes in her, in some ways that he couldn't see or predict. He saw more text messages from her, the way she held him so, almost as if he were about to crumble apart and disappear at any time. The male was well aware of her past lover, and to think that she had to lose her father as well of all people, then her friend. Alburn couldn't bare to see any more tears out of her. He wanted to keep his beloved smiling like she did when she was around him, without worry, without fear. One day, perhaps he'd be able to see a genuine smile out of her, like how she brought such light out of him. The Officer knew he had to be strong, not only for himself, but for the sake of both of them. After staring in somewhat of an aimless manner at the glass wall, his thoughts were turned back to reality when something warm was placed on his cheek. It was none other than Ceyla who'd done this. “I appreciate you, Alburn Redgrave. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me so far.”
She wanted to play it that way, did she? Alburn decided to play along, and return the kiss of appreciation back at her. It was these little moments that they've shared that made him love her so much. As she leaned against him, the man let her snuggle up against him as much as she could. "You've done more for me than you could ever imagine. I don't see the reason why you ought to thank me," He looked down at her with a smile, "But thank you, for appreciating this small-time police officer. I must be doing my job right."
After seemingly a long elevator ride, the two hit the ground floor with a driver who was waiting for them next to a limousine. He could feel the fond eyes of Ceyla towards the older man. The Prime Minister had friends here, some big, some small, and that driver had to be one of the smaller ones. As Alburn sat down into the vehicle, his dark eyes wondered off to the scene outside with gray storm clouds stretched out above them, shedding its heavenly tears on the Legion's already dull, grayish dense concrete and steel jungle. The overall ride to the cathedral had been quiet. Alburn had fallen asleep on Ceyla in the same manner she fell asleep on him. Both of them were quite tired, not only emotionally, but mentally as well and it was only after a hard stop that caused the two to rouse from their seemingly eternal slumber. Groggily, the Officer opened his eyes, quickly shaking the Prime Minister in hopes of waking her up. If it weren't for the funeral, he would've gazed at her sleeping face as much he could, but... considering the business at hand, he had very little choice than to do this. "Comon' Ceyla, we're here." He spoke in a hushed tone, "Wake up, or we're gonna be late." “H-how long was I out?” She groggily spoke to him, “Damn. I’m sorry, Al.”
Alburn smiled, "Don't worry about it too much, we both slept throughout the ride." Then, without any further delays, the two stepped out of their vehicles and joined a group of men and women who was in St. Ivy's cathedral. The funeral itself, unsurprisingly had many unfamiliar faces - but there were a few who the Officer managed to make out amongst the crowd. The Chief of Police, some officers on the field, a few hunters and huntresses he'd seen and worked with a long time ago, and especially, Kim. Though he didn't interact with Kim too much outside of events at the Pinnacle, he did respect her as a... very proficient killing machine. With Ceyla, the dark-eyed male took a seat next to her with his arm wrapped over on her shoulder and listened to the eulogies serviced by the old man named Ser Ash, speaking much about Aisio Pendragon with much fondness as an old friend would. Even Alburn, while he didn't know much about this last-remaining of the Pendragons family line, knew that she died a warrior that she was supposed to be. It was a grim reminder of their fate which awaited all the Hunters and Huntresses somewhere down the road, one which everyone had to live with. That they could fall at any time, but somewhere in his mind, he quickly made a note of the mysterious letters of AE linking to the man named Aethelwulf working with Barnett who'd seized Rift's throne. Now, Alburn had something to go with. "... This Aethelwulf, I wonder if he has to do with the murder of Ceyla's father as well?" He mulled over, " I better do a search on the database later." For now, Alburn's eyes were on Ceyla. It would be sooner or later that she'd have to go up to see her old friend, sleeping for all eternity in that casket. Was she ready? With an assuring, but gentle grip massaging her shoulder, the male pressed his forehead against hers. "Don't push yourself, okay? Come down here again if you need to, I'll be here." ulla |
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Post by Solomon Moon on Oct 21, 2016 16:48:43 GMT -6
 one word to describe Sol's initial impressions of the entire proceedings. Everywhere he looked he saw teary eyes, long faces and mournful glances, and he felt sympathy for none of it. He'd not known the deceased any better than the average man, and as he glanced from Aegle in her ill fitted three piece suit, to a new arrival with blonde hair who could have strolled in right off the street, he guessed quite rightly that he wasn't alone. He wondered just how many people present had actually been bereaved, and how many had just been invited to fill seats. Unconsciously he started taking stock of who was attending, cataloguing them all in a list of hierarchy of power and influence that he didn't even realize existed in his brain. At the top of that list was Ceyla Regenwald, perhaps the only person who could hands down outstrip Sol himself in terms of political and martial influences. She was Barnett's pawn, fulfilling the latter's duties while he secured Rift, and in that way she was also the most powerful individual in all of Legion. Sol wasn't certain how far he could trust anyone that was in Aldous' pocket. It smacked of a classic power play, and just because his one eye couldn't see all the pieces didn't mean that they weren't moving. Whether the connection made Ceyla an ally or not was a question that would be difficult and potentially dangerous to answer. Next was Ser Ash Nuada, former servant to the late Pendragon, turned Headmaster of Vytal following the death of the former headmistress, Evelina Shay. Whether that title made him more powerful than Sol was up to some debate. Vytal ostensibly did not control a standing army, but being that the islands were responsible for recruiting and training the world's hunter ranks, they naturally possessed a massive defense force, not to mention potentially drafting senior students into their ranks. Politically speaking Vytal could not exert any actual authority, but to think that the single place where all the kingdoms intersected possessed no influence would be just foolish. Given that it was the Vytal forces that rescued the exiled princess of Rift, Ser Ash could be called summarily an opponent at best and a threat to eliminate at worst. Trying to lean on the Headmaster would make ripples that would be felt throughout the known world, and that worried Sol enough to make the bile rise in his throat. After that were numerous Academy students that Sol was acquainted with and could possibly have put a name to a few faces if he had time to reference the records on his scroll, but otherwise no one of note. That was until a certain black cat entered the picture. When Lily strode in, Sol's jaw nearly hit the floor, and he had to fight a sudden rush of lightheadedness that threatened to topple him like a precarious stack of bricks. It was not the cut of her dress, which Sol liked despite it's simplicity, likely just because Lily was wearing it, nor was it the stirring of memories that made the stitches on his back ache. What made Sol want to faint was whose arm the faunus clung to as she strode in. Amberleigh Sablier, Heir in Exile to the Throne of Rift, target of Aldous Barnett, and by extension Solomon Moon, entered the basilica as if it were the safest place in the whole world. The pleated black dress, fixed by a featureless band about the waist, did not seem to suit royalty, nor did the absolute lack of fanfare, not to mention the lack of reaction from the majority present, but it was her. Sol had spent more than a few nights clutching the picture of the girl that Aldous had included with her file, obsessing over his mission and the promised reward for securing the one time heir. He could have identified her in crowd as if she were a signal flare among candles, and to find her out in the open like this was almost blinding as a result. On reflex his left hand fell to the hilt of his decorative sword, as he slumped back against a conveniently placed pillar. The rest of the world seemed to wither out of existence, a ring of darkness like the perimeter of a tactical scope, centered on the fuchsia haired heiress. His jaw clenched so tightly that his teeth creaked, and his gaze filed down to a razor thin glare. A hundred impossible to answer questions surfaced along the sea of his mind, bloated and putrid like the remains of a shipwreck. Chief among them were, how had Lily become entangled in this, and how to best capitalize upon this discovery? Sol did not hear any of the delivered eulogy by Ser Ash, as his mind was buzzing loudly with possibility and intense frustration, to know that his objective was separated from him by no less than a few dozen feet, and that she might as well be behind a hundred feet of solid steel for how much good it did him. He could hardly swoop in like a villain, twirling his pencil mustache and snatching her out of the pews before ascending upon a conveniently placed chandelier cord. The majority of attendees were either hunters, or training to be hunters, and that meant that no less than a hundred trained killers were blocking his path. Barnett's instruction of discretion made little difference, because if he acted now, Sol would never reach the princess anyway. Hell Sayf had failed to capture the girl, and he'd laid siege to the city with a multi-headed hydra. Before the tearful words were even complete, Sol turned away from the display and retreated into the shade of the pillars that spanned the chamber's interior walls. He pulled free his scroll and penned a quick message to a disposable number that had been given to him before he left Rift. "Amber Sablier is at St. Ivy's Basilica." The message read before he hit "send". tag(s): ━ words: 000 ━ notes: please keep it short made by ira of stf and ww |
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Post by chrohn on Oct 21, 2016 18:43:21 GMT -6
He saw Dusty, but it was apparently that Dusty hadn't seen nor heard him amidst the small, chattering crowd. It made Chrohn feel slightly fluffed, but it was understandable and far from the end of the world. It seemed to Chrohn, and maybe it was so that as more people, potentially those of higher influence, entered the Basilica it did in fact seem to become a bit more quiet. Eventually, Chrohn did take a seat in one of the pews as it seemed that the services were about to pick up. It was then that more familiar faces had begun to trickle in or so it seemed: Lily, one of his comrades from the Princess rescue and then the princess herself, although Chrohn didn't expect the girl to remember him and he had no desire to really make himself widely known.
The eulogy itself was quite splendid and if the funeral-girl was there, from what Chrohn could gather from the man who gave it, he was sure she would've greatly approved and maybe even ribbed at the old man. That's how Chrohn would've been if he'd seen his own eulogy, but that was the thing, that was how Chrohn would've reacted. Aside from that clearly apparent fact that the girl was royalty of some sort, he knew nothing else about her. That in and of itself was a sad notion, or so the blonde thought. However, despite his lack of attachment and knowledge to the girl he did still feel a small twinge of sadness, but it was far from anything to cry over. This eulogy cemented in the fact that the girl was gone and only her memory remained, but this was the life of a hunter. It would be far from glorious, but this is how I imagine I'd end up going as well, except I'd probably only have a small number of people at my funeral. It was a sad and fairly morbid thought, but it was the truth nonetheless.
However, while this event did cement in this fact into Chrohn's mind, it did also open up and expand another line of thought after his mind managed to randomly make a passing connection: Ama. This is how she could've ended up, I...I... This was another event that the young gambler could now add to his broad list of experiences, but it was only one of the few that he'd wish to never experience again. So Aisio, he starting thinking softly as he tilted his head back, earning himself a marvelous view of the paintings on the ceiling, though I didn't know you I guess you get to be yet another one of my muses to strive for, all in order to prevent more tragedies like this from happening again. I mean, a man can only break so many times before they become a monster and that's what we should be striving to stop. Chrohn was clearly a strange person, juggling and consistently shifting his beliefs between those of harsh realism and those of hopeful romanticism but that's often how life seemed to work in his eyes.
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Post by Aegle Vitus on Oct 21, 2016 22:03:03 GMT -6
It was worth noting that, within seconds of illegitimately allowing Sol entry into the funeral's proceedings, that Aegle found herself immediately uncertain of where she was expected to go, or what she was meant to do when she got there. Despite being more comfortable with death and all its trappings than was likely healthy for a girl her age, she hadn't actually attended any funerals. At least, not without a parent or older sibling to shepherd her about and keep watch for mischief. Indeed, the situation she found herself in, standing at the back of the basilica's grand hall, was wholly unprecedented for her. Still, Aegle was not the sort of person to let a little thing like uncertainty keep her from being wholly and meaningfully involved in whatever was going on. She might not have known Aisio all that well, and she might not be mourning the late Pendragon's passing quite so strongly as some others present, but she was determined to be the best funeral attendee that she could be. If only she could figure out what that might entail.
Before Aegle had arrived at a workable plan of attack, she and Sol had wandered some way into the huddled mass of those who'd already arrived to pay their respects. Aegle, for her height, couldn't see just how large the crowd was, but she got a sense of its size from the hushed murmuring that it produced. Aegle quietly wondered what her funeral might be like, and if it would draw a crowd even a fraction so large. Then she remembered that these were only the people who'd been invited because of some prior association with Aisio, and wondered if there would be anyone outside her immediate family and friends who'd be sad if she died. Mulling this thought over, Aegle took a seat with the one eyed soldier, whose name she still did not know, and looked around with indifferent interest until the service actually began. Had she actually noticed Lily during her entrance, she might have left Sol's side to go sit with her friend, but keenest of perception have never been one of Aegle's virtues. It was only when a lady who looked vaguely familiar to Aegle, though she knew not from where, called the attention of the whole gathering, that she was drawn from her reverie. Nuada's name, much like Ceyla's face, tickled some hint of recognition in Aegle's mind, but she found it no easier to identify the headmaster than she had the politician. Still, Aegle listened with polite, if restless, interest to the short speech which Nuada gave, though she found her attention had begun to drift as he approached the end of his eulogy. The topic of Aisio's death crept once more to the fore of Aegle's mind, and gradually it drowned out the melancholic orator's words. Death was a subject which Aegle approached in a very practical way, despite the grim aspect of its topic. She thought, idly, that if she did something really awesome and heroic before she died, that there might be some people whom, despite having never met her, would mourn her passing. Like the thousands the press had assured her were mourning Aisio's, despite having never so much as occupied the same room as her. Then, with something of a start, that Aegle realized that she wasn't really mourning Aisio. She had met the huntress, and had accepted an invitation to her funeral, but she wasn't mourning her. She was sad that Aisio was dead, sure, but in the same way far away cruelty or injustice saddened her. It was cold, nearly clinical feeling, an acknowledgement that something had been lost to the world or something objectively terrible had happened, but something which did not affect her directly. Of course, the funeral had affected Aegle directly, but Aisio's passing did not represent a personal loss for her. It was just something sad that had happened…
Before Aegle could explore that idea any deeper though, a quiet and respectful applause had followed Nuada back to his seat and, briefly, something had shone lightly in one part of the hall. Aegle had not been able to see where it came from, though she noticed a small collection of figures near the front which she thought may have been the source. A quiet silence followed, and it found Aegle looking around uncertainly. What was everyone waiting for? Was someone else going to speak? Was someone else supposed to speak? Aegle didn't know, but it made sense to her that, if one person had spoken about Aisio, then that was what everyone was supposed to do. Without another though, Aegle rose from her seat and made for the central dais.
Her footsteps rang hollowly as she stepped, lent volume by the gait of her limp, but she didn't look concerned or even aggrieved, and only paid a single glance back the way she'd come, which she only did to ensure the nameless swordsman was actually paying attention and not playing with his scroll. When she reached the raised dais, it was with a bit of effort that she stepped onto it, but she did so confidently and with the most unaccountable half smile on her thin lips. She acted as though what she were doing were the most natural thing in the world. A hush fell over the gathering, and the eyes of many strangers regarded her in the expectant silence. Aegle met their collective gaze with a slight piquing of her unabashed smirk.
"Uh, hey…" She said, hunched and crooked, with a small wave of her hand to the gathered mourners. Her tone was, thankfully, subdued, but her affable demeanor remained unaffected by the graveness of their gathering. Her emerald eyes swept the crowd, all of whom wore some configuration or mutation of the same solemn face, and she instinctively broke out into an even broader grin. Then her eyes alighted upon a face she recognized, and that grin briefly broadened. "Hey." She said more definitely, with another wave just for Lily, as she remembered what her primary reason for attending the funeral had even been. "So, uh…" Remembering herself suddenly, Aegle drew back her gaze to, once again, encompass the whole crowd. "My name's Aegle. S'nice to meetcha all…" Her grin, once again, briefly broadened, "And, uh… I'm here to pay my respects to Aisio, I guess."
Aegle looked around the crowd at this rather redundant and unnecessary statement and, though she didn't read the growing impatience on some of the faces in the crowd, she got the sense that a little more was expected from her. The old guys speech had been longer than just a few words and a hello, after all.
"Uh, so…" she continued, as she searched for something to say, and that affable grin on her face grew blank and distant. She wasn't a sensitive person and she wasn't an insightful person, and she hadn't even the faintest clue what sorts of things you said in an eulogy. So Aegle defaulted to what she always did when she wasn't sure what to say. She told the truth.
"I only met Aisio once…" She began, her shrill voice lowering to a nearly tolerable pitch. "Me and her and Dusty and Hiroko and Ara were all on this mission to kill this giant bug and find some ancient weapon in the ice. I didn't really talk to her all that much, but she seemed like a really nice person, I guess. She was really somethin' though. You could tell just lookin' at her that she was strong and tough and everythin' a huntress aught to be…" Trailing off, Aegle fingered her scarred knuckles thoughtfully. "She, uh, said she weren't gonna help us kill the bug. That it was our mission and that she weren't gonna step in and keep us from learnin', ya know? Not 'nless we needed it. I told her it wasn't a big deal and that I'd let her get a couple of swings in if she wanted, but… Well, I figured that was pretty big of her, right? S'not every day that ya get someone who'd be willin' to do that; To just trust us and let us get on with it…" Aegle's smile shrank a little with that thought, and her brows came together in what might almost have been parody of introspection. She was silent for several seconds after that, over which time her smile continued to shrink, though it never quite disappeared. "I dunno why I'm here." she finally said, raising her eyes to meet those of the crowd once again. "I didn't really know Aisio. It don't seem fair, lettin' me come in here and talk with you all 'bout her, when there's plenty others outside who're hurtin' way worse 'n me. But I guess that's kinda the point, ya know? Life ain't all that fair… It went and took Aisio away, and now I ain't ever gonna get to know her well enough that I can be properly sad for her now that she's gone." Aegle stared out at the people before her, all gathered to bid Aisio a final fairwell, and the moment struck her more powerfully than any other since she'd first learned of the huntress' death. It impressed upon the loss and sadness of it all and, for the first time, she felt stirrings of something other than that detached sadness she'd felt before.
"But what can ya expect, right?" She asked them all, with the briefest tremor in her voice, "This is what huntsman do. We train and we fight and then we die. Everyone's gotta die, but bein' a huntsman means ya probably gonna bite it sooner rather than later." A firmness came into her voice then, and her smile returned in earnest. "And we do it cause we're the only ones who can. We're the strongest and we're the toughest, and we protect everyone who ain't." And again, Aegle lost steam and her voice fell and her eyes dropped. "I weren't there when Aisio got killed." She said bluntly, "But I can tell ya that she was the strongest and she was the toughest, and she died so the people who ain't wouldn't need to. And its sad that that's gotta be the world we live in, but I think Aisio woulda been okay with that. She knew what she was getting' into, we all do, and I don't think she'd have had it any other way."
Raising her eyes one final time, Aegle regarded the whole room with her broadest smile. A smile that showed off far too many teeth and would have looked mad had it cherubic features not rendered it merely ridiculous.
"All we can do is train harder, fight harder, and make sure that when we die, it means somethin'. That's what Aisio woulda wanted."
And with that, Aegle hopped indelicately off of the dais. "Thanks for listenin'…" She said, before hobbling in her unusual way towards the spot where Lily had seated herself. She didn't see any open seats around her friend, so she just stood on the outside end of the row where she was seated.
From there, she waited to see who would come up next.
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Post by Ferr Aesir on Oct 22, 2016 23:30:35 GMT -6
 Ferr had taken his seat beside Amber who was accompanied with her friend Lily. The hooded man rested with his umbrella leaning against the pew's wooden rest. As the service began the knight looked around the somberly decorated interior. Out of habit the man would also peer to his left and right. Behind him and to the front of him. All these people had arrived to pay respect to Aisio. It however did not work in calming his restless soul. The service only proved that Aisio was well received by many. Yet these are people that she'd leave behind. Aisio could be akin to a martyr. Dying for her beliefs yet dying still. At that moment Ferr looked back to the events that happened half a year before this. Yet another depressing event. The invasion of Rift had left a scar on the man's psyche that nothing will remove. He'd confessed his involvement to the one that mattered most, Amber. She forgave him for his actions in the assault that would lead to her father's death. Ferr couldn't move past it however. The face of that young soldier. The screams of those enemy squads he cut down. The chaos that swallowed a whole realm. It was his first taste of a 'war'. If it were a dish, Ferr would have spat on it. As Ser Ash began his speech, Ferr would flicked between watched the older man and looking to Amber. His hand would occasionally lift up and hover over her own. Hesitation demanded their separation at the moment. Ser Ash became a mirror for Ferr to look into. Most of the words said reflect and sympathized with Ferr. And as the man moved to the side, and a new speaker, the huntress in training Aegle, took the stage. The young lady was not at all graceful while speaking. Her speech pattern left little to be desired. In honesty Ferr did't think it was appropriate for her to be up there. But it was fine. He listened to her speak before something broke inside him. As the girl finished and moved near to where Lily, Amber, and Ferr sat, the latter rose his hand up to his chest. Quickly he placed it on Amber's shoulder before leaning into her ear and said, "I'm sorry i've been a jerk."The words were near silent to anyone surrounding them. What followed would be the actions of a parasite known to Ferr. A creature known as pure-will. It took control over him like a puppet and placed his lips up Amber's soft and moist hair. They rested there for a moment before the man stood up. He left his pew and bowed before Aegle. The red-haired woman would receive a pat on the head from him before he went to the front of the assembly. "You spoke well." Standing at six feet and an inch tall, Ferr's hood and cloak created the illusion of a giant man walking down the aisle. As his boots hit carpet the motion caused his blade to silently tap and bounce against his thigh. The shine and craftsmanship illuminated the scabbard in the dark hall. To those present and who knew anything of the Aesir clan, one of the - if not the most - known clan of warriors of Legion, they would be able to decipher the regalia embroidered into the back of his cloak and side of his hood. A blue eye crossed by a silver spear. The man would reach the dais and looked back into the pews. He lowered his hood to reveal his somber but presentable face. "I am Ferr Aesir." He said somberly yet loudly. His posture was not of a sad man. But a proud man. "I can not say more than what Ser Ash and Miss Aegle have said. Aisio was a beacon. A light and flame in the cold night known as Remnant. I first met her during a most troubling time. On an airship over the Kingdom of Rift. I assume you know what I refer to." His eyes dropped for a moment before he lifted them back up. "We exchanged so very few words at that moment. But instantly she captivated me. Stunned me even. She had beauty, strength and courage. Honor and valor made up her blood and soul. That is what I remember of her. The last time I saw her was only briefly during a mission in Setek. And even then in the chaos she was amazing."Ferr fell silent for a moment in an attempt to fight back his emotions. "I had hoped to visit her soon. Maybe have a cup of tea in the sun as we built a better friendship...I couldn't even get that. I couldn't show her kindness. Only comradery in battle. And that terrifies me. Do you know why? It is because life or death combat took up the majority of my memories of Aisio." Suddenly his eyes scanned through the mass of people to land upon Amber. A small shine sprung to life in his eyes. "In honor of Aisio I plead to you. Respect her memory by loving those you are with and keeping in mind the fallen. Raise their spirits by living long and strong...I don't want to experience this ever again." His final words, the clearest and most heart-filled, seemed to be directed solely to Amber. His eyes remaining upon her even after his lips fell silent. Ferr would bow his head before shifting over towards Ash. Ferr would take out a small silver coin and present it to the man. Upon it was the regalia of the Aesir. "Sir. You have spent your life with the Pendragon's. And now they are in heaven. I seek not to enrage nor mock you with this token. Please take it. If you ever need a place to grieve or laugh, work or rest, I will accept you and welcome you like a long lost uncle."Outside of Saint Ivy's, a small march of men and woman approached from down the road. The cluster was protected from the rain with black umbrella's that matched their clothing and veils. Leading the band of roughly fifty members, was an elderly man and a woman who appeared to be in the prime of her life. Both wore black and a straight face as the inched towards the funeral hall. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Ceyla Regenwald on Oct 23, 2016 2:13:54 GMT -6
[googlefont="Playfair+Display"] [attr="class","back"] [attr="class","picback"] [attr="class","queen1"] [attr="class","longlive"]And just this - I will wish
All of your pain and sadness
Fades someday ..
I hope to brush it away
FOR NOW, I’LL SEE YOU OFF
[attr="class","nomistake"]God, did Amber feel terrible.
Everyone seemed like they had something to share to an extent, but not her - what was she doing here? Inside, she was in turmoil, but on the outside the Princess did her very best to remain under control. At one side she had Lily, and on the other sat Ferr. This was probably as comfortable as she’d ever feel at this place, at least under these circumstances. The first to speak, per the Prime Minister’s instructions, was the older gentleman - Ser Ash Nuada. It wasn’t a name Amber was familiar with in the slightest, but something about the man stuck out - a fleeting sense of familiarity that she couldn’t exactly put her finger on.
Her eyes remained fixated on the tall, almost gaunt old man. He was certainly one of the oldest men that Amber had seen outside of Rift, but that alone was enough to instill a deep feeling of respect and admiration for the man. He had lost someone so important to him, someone that was like family. She couldn’t begin to imagine how Ferr must have felt. For a moment, her attention was tugged away from the eulogy, drawn by a sudden flare of Aura at her side. Lily? Was she okay? Amber’s eyes glanced over to the Faunus girl - confirming her suspicions. She gently squeezed onto Lily’s arm, hoping to get her attention so she could stop herself from causing too much of a scene.
All this time she had done her best not to look over to the Huntman at her side, wondering if - perhaps - she had been too hard on him. From time to time, however, she could feel his eyes on her. It made her face burn, a feeling that was only amplified by the occasional hovering of his hand over hers. If she wanted anything then, it would have been for him to take it. But it wasn’t the time for any of that, and reluctantly she accepted that.
Following Ser Ash was a student, a young woman of small stature with blazing hair - the color of which almost burned Amber’s eyes to stare directly into. That said, it was inspiring to see the girl decide to take the floor and speak. Aegle, the girl introduced herself as, recounted a story of going on a mission with Aisio - along with a handful of other students. The tone shifted, however, as she went on to speak about the nature of being a Huntsman. Though Amber was not a Huntress by conventional means, nor had she been exposed to the world as those around her had, the words of the girl struck a chord within her.
They resonated - and deep.
"All we can do is train harder, fight harder, and make sure that when we die, it means somethin'. That's what Aisio woulda wanted."
In the moments that followed, Amber’s word stood still. A sudden hand on her shoulder, from Ferr’s side, caused her head to snap in that direction. She looked dazed and confused, almost worried. Her eyes had already started to glisten as tears began to build up - a result of both her anxiety and the words shared by Ser Ash and Aegle. Paralyzed to her very core, Amber stared Ferr in the eyes as he learned to her ear and spoke in a whisper.
"I'm sorry I've been a jerk."
A lump formed in her throat as she choked back tears. Why was he sorry? He was in mourning. The way he was acting was no less than expectation to her. Amber tried to speak in protest of his apology, but found only a quiet squeak emanate from her lips. Even less expected was the sudden feeling of his lips against her head - a sensation that sent fireworks of emotions coursing through her body. Her face reddened, her body trembled - and as he made his way to the front, Amber gripped Lily’s hand in an effort to calm her nerves. As she did so, her eyes remained fixed on Ferr, lost in thought as she listened to him speak to the room.
Watching as his eyes surfed the sea of people, eventually landing on her, Amber felt a smile form across her face as their eyes met. "In honor of Aisio I plead to you. Respect her memory by loving those you are with and keeping in mind the fallen. Raise their spirits by living long and strong...I don't want to experience this ever again." The last words broke the invincible dam that had prevented her from crying the whole time, small tears slowly streaming down her cheeks as she silently nodded to him. As he bowed and looked away, so did Amber, smiling at Lily happily. “I think I’m much better now…” She said with a nervous laugh. “Much better.”
Ceyla smiled as Alburn rested his forehead against hers, gently massaging her shoulder in an attempt to ease her anxiety. "Don't push yourself, okay? Come down here again if you need to, I'll be here." He said, to which she replied with a slight nod. The eulogies that had been read so far were beautiful, and really outdid what she had prepared for her turn. As she watched Ferr, the Huntsman she had met that fateful day in Rift, she knew her time was coming. Tension began to form in her shoulders and back, and she found herself sitting up uncomfortably straight.
There was even…trembling?
Shaking her head, Ceyla turned to look at the police officer and reached up to gently touch his face. “Thank you, Al.” She said in a whisper. “It’s my time to go up now though, okay?” Slowly, Ceyla rose from her seat, drifting slowly towards the front where the speakers before her all delivered their piece. In her hands were small sheets of paper, with the chicken scratch eulogy she had prepared scribbled over the ivory surface in black pen. Taking in a deep breath, she closed her eyes and exhaled slowly. With a nod, her eyes slowly opened, the crimson red orbs flicking between every set of eyes that landed upon her.
“Aisio Pendragon was…” She began, pausing only to look down at her paper with tear-filled eyes. Her heart began to race, pounding like a violent drum in her ears. Her breathing grew rapid, and for a while she felt like she was going to faint. Dizziness, nausea - all this and more swelled suddenly, causing Ceyla’s knees to buckle slightly. Gripping the papers in her hand, she tore them apart furiously as she dropped to her knees and began sobbing. She must have looked so weak - so pitiful. Taking a few minutes to regain her composure, Ceyla eventually rose to her feet and cleared her throat - quickly glancing over to Alburn to give him a reassuring nod so he knew she was okay.
“I am grateful that so many of you have set aside the time to come and celebrate the amazing young woman that Aisio Pendragon is - I just wish it had been under better circumstances.” She started, her eyes sore from the crying.
“Aisio and I met just before the Siege of Rift, at a block party being held by those that were to be sent off to wage war against a Kingdom we had been led to believe attacked us first. We were both so…awkward, though she definitely seemed to keep her composure among the crowd. I’m not sure why, but there was a spark between us that night - lighting the fires that would forge our friendship. It was more than that in a way, though. To me, Aisio was family. We didn’t share blood, nor name, but I cared for her deeply - and I know she cared for me too. That was her way, you know? Caring.”
Pausing for a moment, Ceyla lowered her head to wipe away some of the new tears that ran down her face. “That’s why people loved her so much.” She added, finally raising her head once the tears had stopped.
“But there was a side of Aisio that not many people, if any, got to see. A side of her that was slowly revealed to me through our early mornings and late nights grabbing drinks at The Fallen Leaf here in town. Undeserving of the Pendragon name, is what she’d say of herself. A name that, at times, appeared to carry little to no value in her eyes. But that couldn’t be further from the truth. Aisio was a precious gem among a sea of stones, and as such she gave the Pendragon name worth beyond any riches we might find in Remnant - Aisio was more than deserving of the Pendragon name.”
Her eyes shifted to Ser Ash and Ferr, then to Alburn. “At the very end of it all, I have and will continue to think of Aisio Pendragon as my sister. We have sat here and listened to beautiful words prepared for her by those she has touched - but the rest of what I say will be looking ahead, to what Aisio is to us know - for it is through her we find the wings of change, bringing with them a fire that will cleanse us as we look ahead to what is to come.”
Her expression became far more serious, her energy growing more determined as her Aura flared. Her eyes, almost appearing to glow, set themselves on the man that had dedicated his life to the Pendragon family. “Ser Ash, if what you say is true, than Aldous Barnett is in breach of Article Nine of the Vytal Accords - the same law he invoked to lead us into that bloody conflict with Rift, all to take the life of their King. It is the same law I will invoke today…For his actions against the Kingdom of Legion - his treason - I hereby strip Aldous Barnett of all titles and claims in the Kingdom.
And I hereby declare war on Barnett’s Kingdom of Rift.”
In all the chatter than followed Prime Minister Regenwald's declaration of war, a soft buzz from Solomon Moon's Scroll announced the arrival of a new message. There were no instructions, no suggested course of actions. There was only one word.
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Post by Ser Ash Nuada on Oct 23, 2016 14:52:57 GMT -6
Ash stood to the side of the room as Aegle stood and gave her speech. It made him smile, at least a little bit, at the young student's words. They were so true, in every way. Kim on the other hand, analyzed each speaker as they rose. Aegle Vitus, freshmen at Vytal Academy and one of the students who had found her in the cave, something Aegle herself mentioned as well. Then the orange haired girl strode towards a few others, one of whom Kim was able to identify as the Princess of Rift. Next to rise and speak was Ferr Aesir, Odin of the Aesir Clan, a tribe of warriors who dwelled around Legion. As he spoke, spoke of loving and caring, she looked away and grimaced. Her left hand clenched and the glow only reminded her that in a way, she would both never be loved, and never be able to love. She was a machine, a weapon, something that could simply be rebuilt and reforged should she break. Kim barely noticed the warrior striding over to her and Ash, and as he did she unclenched her fist and replaced her grimace with a dull gaze.
As Ash was handed the coin bearing the sigil of the Aesir, his tears, which were already falling, grew in strength. He reached a shaky hand out, sobbing, and held the cold metal within his grasp. The old man nodded at Ferr, not trusting himself to say any words to convey how much the gesture meant to him. Then Ceyla strode to the dias, Ash standing straight and listening, while Kim did the same. She already knew her, but ran through her files once more for good measure. Ceyla Regenwald, prime minister of Legion. She frowned and looked down as the prime minister all but broke down, something that while not unexpected was still painful for her to watch. So many people had cared about Aisio, this woman who allowed Kim to exist, who found her, yet the android knew next to nothing about her as a person. Of course, she knew about Aisio Pendragon, knew about her deeds, her history, and her death. However she knew nothing of the person behind the name. As Ceyla stood and began her eulogy anew, the deep care she spoke with, the love, the heartbreak, it all made Kim look at the ground sadly, frown without shedding a single tear.
Then something caught both Ash and Kim off guard. Ceyla stripped Barnett of his titles, and declared a war on him and Rift. Ash gasped then coughed, before standing straight and raising his voice once more. "I wish that I could offer you more assistance. Unfortunately, I have on obligation to maintain at least some neutrality, but even still I'll provide all that I can to help you. For Aisio." Kim looked at the old man who was straining himself to speak clearly, his voice still shaking and filled with sadness, and with a determined grunt stepped forward. She moved in a way that completely went against every way the dress she wore was designed to move, and it looked more like a stumble than a walk. Kim muttered under her breath, trying her best to walk even a little bit in the constricting fabric while swearing to herself she would never wear a dress again. After a few seconds she stood closer to Ceyla and spoke loudly.
"I am under no such obligation. I offer my services and resources fully to you, and so long as Ser Ash permits it I will have access to all the funds left to him by Lady Pendragon." She turned to the old butler, who nodded at her with the slightest of smiles, something Kim returned. Looking back at Ceyla her smile faded just a little, before coming back as she realized that a mere week into her life she was already helping avenge the death of an honorable warrior. "You have seen me in combat, and I am putting my capabilities at your disposal, to use however you see fit." She did a janky salute, pulling at the fabric she was wearing to do it before stepping back to Ash. The two of them continued standing at the sidelines, Ash holding the coin given to him by Ferr tightly, and Kim analyzing her own systems to ensure combat readiness. She was still a little damaged from the events at Pinnacle, but Clover would be able to repair them as soon as she left the service. War wasn't just coming, it was here, and she had to be ready to fight.
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Post by Solomon Moon on Oct 24, 2016 15:53:39 GMT -6
the air practically stank of it, and it was so thick that it seemed to slick the skin like lard grease. One could cut the sensation with a knife, and were it up to Sol one would not stop at just a quick slash. He personally resented such opulent displays of inane, futile, and above all, masturbatory emotion. It was indecent, not to mention pretentious. Every speaker had gone up with some cute little anecdote or platitude to justify to themselves that Aisio's death meant something more, that it was symbolic, or otherwise noble in some vague sense, a grand new beginning that it was the duty of all those present to live up to, as apposed to what it actually was. What they were actually talking about, in fact, was a pathetic and thereby fitting conclusion to the last act of an especially tragic story. Aisio's death was not a thing of nobility, it was an extinction of it, the final death rattle of a dying clan, finally taking it's rightful place in the grave. Sneering and tossing his head like a mule with a bee in it's nose, Sol returned to the central chamber just in time to catch the conclusion of Ferr's words. Sol was well familiar with the Aesir clan, as he was with the other renowned warrior houses, lest they encounter each other on the battlefield. Sol's scroll buzzed faintly in his pocket and he glanced at it as Ferr retired back to the pews. His venomous eye paid it a quick glance, and the single word that it found seemed to sap all the warmth out of him. When his eye rose once more, it was empty, a soulless chip of topaz pasted in a stone visage. He looked around the room, as chairwoman Ceyla delivered her speech, and he wondered distantly who would be the next martyr. Like blank steel across a grind stone, his gaze slid back to the chairwoman, as he voice rose to a pitch and declared a mission of vengeance, "justice", upon Barnett. At least it saved him the trouble of deciding whether the woman could be called an ally, now the only problem would be finding a good knife to slip between her ribs. As Ceyla returned to her seat, a solitary applause rose to fill the basilica, and Sol, a cruel grin planted upon his features as if it were the only kind of smile that his face was capable of adopting, strode towards the podium, leather clad hands striking each other rhythmically as he flashed his sardonic sneer across the crowd. He resented the sympathy, he was envious of it, and if he could take it away, then he would. " I shall be brief as I can." He began as he rose to the podium and seemed to momentarily tower over the room, his active aura casting a dull glow up from the collar of his uniform and under-lighting his stony features with a weird purple glow, " For those that do not know me, I am Solomon Moon, last of my line, much as Aisio was the last of the Pendragons, and though I did not know the deceased personally, I feel as if I might have some unique perspective in that regard." His voice rumbled like distant thunder, a throaty reptilian growl that seemed to crawl through the air and up through the floor. His golden eye was like the muzzle flare of cannon fire, as the plummeting shells made their slow advance. His smile was a flash of sharpened steel as it left the scabbard, and his manner was the indifferent embrace of trench mud. He did not seem to lack love, so much as he existed as it's antithesis. " I came here to pay my respects, because the last time I was appointed to attend a function at this fine temple, I was..." He paused and held up his right hand to pull the glove off with his teeth, revealing it's artificial nature, " ... indisposed. Having stood and listened to the fine words of the bereaved, I feel I've come to know the late Miss Pendragon a little better. And I've come to know all of you as well." His expression fell, as if whatever animus had compelled it to contort in that unsettling smirk suddenly departed and what remained was a thing of stone and mortar. It was as utterly uncanny as one can be while retaining a pulse. " Ser Ash. You say that Aisio stood for all the values of House Pendragon? What values are those again? Now that the last vestige of it's legacy rots in a tomb? I'd say that the only values the Pendragons retain is what gold and silver can be scraped from their caskets." His eye was a golden augur that filed down to center on the grieving Vytal Principle, " Death is not a noble act, it is the termination of all future acts. Perhaps you might say that Aisio's last act had some nobility, but I might say that she failed, because this Aethelwulf still lives, and she as you all know, is dead." A pin could have dropped and deafened everyone in the volume of the silence that followed as Sol's gilt gaze swiveled to find the obnoxious orange mohawk of Aegle. Her stature obscuring her emerald eyes behind the many affronted visages of other attendees, and Sol was forced to make eye contact with her hair instead. " Miss Aegle said so herself. It was Aisio's choice. No one forced her into a duel with a foe that was mighty enough to challenge one of Remnant's great cities. The day was won, the city saved, and yet she still stuck out her neck, and now you all pretend that it had some extra significance." He continued, his utterly flat tone somehow conveying a bottomless well of contempt that stretched into infinity beyond the wrathful intensity of his leer, " Was it her duty? What of her obligation to her house? Was her name worth less than her ego? The legacy of a family that stretches back beyond memory, thrown away, and for what?" The pattern was clear now, and it did not seem that he, possessed by some demon of utter intolerance and perhaps avarice, intended to allow any who had spoken to go without challenge. The next pair of eyes met with that awful sulfurous stare were those of Ferr Aesir. " So how shall we honor the memory of one who had no honor for the memory of her own family? By trading insincere platitudes over her buried carcass? By living long and prospering? By ignoring the selfishness of her "sacrifice"?" He chuckled, scorn and cruel amusement worming their way into his otherwise featureless tone, just as his gaze snapped to Ceyla as she sat beside the warrior. " Miss Chairwoman. How glad it makes me to see you here. Your speech in particular was most illuminating. You tell me that Aisio did not feel as if she deserved her name, put little weight on her obligation to her house and it's legacy. Given how she threw her life away, I think I might agree with that first, and I can assure you that there is no way that she carried that burden so lightly as you assume. It is a heavy thing to find oneself beneath the shadow of countless generations, and in death I think she confirmed that she was not up to the task quite nicely." His tone was barbed now, and it cleaved the air with the brutality of a saw, " You might not know this, but I lead a unit in the invasion of Rift, under employment of the man you label traitor. I can say that many good men and women under my command still toil in the city, keeping it safe. How noble of you to carry Aisio's memory by declaring war. You two must really have been close to do her such an honor. Especially when there are so few ways for it to benefit you. I am sure it just twists your heart to be forced to turn your sword on the man who elevated you to your current station. Surely Miss Pendragon was lucky to have such a loyal friend. I can only hope that my own funeral will feature a fraction as many who knew me so well."Then he spat, a ball of phlegm striking somewhere behind the podium with a "plop" that punctuated Sol's delivered words like a period. ANd then he stepped down and walked right down the center aisle, his gaze only deviating from dead ahead as he passed Lily, and Princess Sablier beside her. It might have been a trick of the light but there was a hint of betrayal in the depths of his eye as he passed. tag(s): ━ words: 000 ━ notes: Color Code d0b000
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Post by Kim on Oct 25, 2016 0:00:02 GMT -6
The deafening silence after Sol's verbal attack permeated the building, though it didn't last long. A quiet snicker began echoing through the basilica, eyes turning to find the intrusive noise. Kim stood next to Ash, a hand placed over her mouth in an attempt to fruitlessly quell the laughter creeping up on her. It lasted for only a few seconds before she burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the silence as loud as cannon fire. It was a loud, taunting, and yet it seemed to lack some emotion. Kim continued to laugh for a solid few moments, and when she tried to speak she burst back into laughter. When finally she got her laughter under control, reducing it to a few giggles and snickers here and there, she approached Sol on the dais. She got right up next to him, uncomfortably close in fact, and her mechanical companion Leo clambered up next to her, the glowing metal cat circling the one eyed man's legs.
"Solomon Moon, if only I could say it was a pleasure." She gently turned up her overheat systems, not enough to do much visually, but the water that was lingering upon her began slowly evaporating. Kim smiled maliciously at Sol, Leo giving a happy meow from below him as Kim continued speaking. "Heir to the house of moon, son of Terrel Daton-Moon whom you saw killed in combat at seventeen. It seems you have quite the record of tragedy on you, my friend." She read his achievements and pieces of the dossier she was able to access like a teleprompter, and though her words seemed nice enough they dripped with a venom almost palpable. "Of course, one as accomplished as yourself must understand the phrase 'needs of the many'. Lady Pendragon sacrificed herself to acquire information, valuable information showcasing the guilt of Ex-Chairmen Aldous Barnett in the Siege of Rift."
"There is, one thing I am curious about though. I have read that losing one sense tends to heighten your others. However the loss of your eye must also have dampened your hearing, or you would not have to ask what the ideals of House Pendragon are." Kim began circling Sol, much like a leopard stalks its prey, and her piercing green eyes slit as her smile turned into a smirk. Ash watched on in shocked silence, as did most of the guests, while Kim gestured towards the old butler with her left arm, the glowing hand raising for all to see for a moment. "Ser Ash described quite clearly what those virtues are. Honor, valor, strength, and above all else protection and leadership. She died to save us, protect the city of Setek from a madman. Of course, I feel I should also mention that Lady Pendragon also fought in the Siege of Rift, on the side of Legion."
Kim stopped circling Sol, the silver plating her right foot making a solid thunk as she planted it, her mouth curling into a predatory grin. "Even still, she was brave enough to face her mistakes. To seek out answers and determine for herself the validity behind Barnett's claims. I am staring at a coward who does not match up to that." Kim reached out with her left arm quickly, gripping Sol's arm in a way that looked more friendly than anything, but combining the mild heat coming off it and the tight grip of her mechanical arm, Sol would not be feeling the care. "The honor in her death comes in her ability to ensure something good came of it. But I should not need to tell you about death, my records show you have over a hundred confirmed kills. Aisio Pendragon has saved that many lives, in fact she is the prime reason why I am here today. So tell me Mister Moon, how does it feel to know that even in death, the Pendragons do everything better than you?"
Kim laughed again, though the sound was completely lacking in merriment, instead filled with malice. Her grip on the man's arm remained tight, though not tight enough to cause damage and still looking like nothing more than a reassuring grip, though anybody listening could tell otherwise. "They were better fighters, better people, better hunters, and as you are feeling right now had far better prosthetics. How long did yours take to make? The Pendragons got mine done in a few weeks, affixing it just as quickly. The moment they did, I was up and able to go." Kim leaned her head in, whispering quietly into his ears in a low hiss. "The only reason I do not tear that metal limb off for daring to speak today, is that Ser Ash told me that I was not allowed to start any violence today. You would be wise to thank him for sparing you a great deal of pain."
She released Sol's arm and stomped off the dais, almost throwing the mans arm as she did. She may have twisted the truth a little, in that she was just as mechanical as her glowing arm, but with a few more weeks of work she was sure it could be attached to a human as well, if they could handle the traces of divine dust within it. Leo walked to Ash instead, staying near the old Butler and keeping his own metallic eyes upon Sol. She turned her head back towards Sol, her pupils returning to normal as she called back to him. "I recommend staying within the Basilica. Violence is prohibited within the service, and you have made your position on this war well known. Though, you may make for an interesting chase. The choice is yours, my friend." A false smile on her face, Kim turned towards the door and walked quickly to it, standing next to the entrance with that sickly sweet grin upon her features, the only sign of her anger the single feline ear upon her head, tilted back and laying flat upon her hair. She turned her overheat systems off, what little excess heat there was on her skin quickly dissipating.
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Post by Solomon Moon on Oct 25, 2016 1:57:21 GMT -6
obviously were never a strong point for Sol, and the idea that he would just stand around and politely wait for someone to rise out of the crowd and challenge him was utterly laughable. In fact, by the time the mysterious faunus was done laughing at a punchline only she had heard, Sol was already well down from the dais, and in the center aisle, with the android approaching him from behind and slinging petulant barbs at his back. He inhaled deeply, allowing his already active aura to flow across his face, and cover his stony features in a field of undulating blue fire that left trails of bloody red smoke in the air. It was not intended to be threatening, but the veil of slithering flame die stink of a cross between burning match-heads and fine spices, and it seemed to make the air oily with a thinly defined dread, of the same kind most people felt when looking at a fuse burn down without any way to tell how long it was. Really, it was just because Sol had not expected to get away unchallenged over his words, and preparing to defend himself seemed like a prudent measure. Along with the full manifestation of his aura came the heightening of senses and clarification of perceptions that availed hunters of such impressive reflexes in combat. The offended mutters and nervous shifting of the crowd seemed to resolve to the volume of gongs and church-bells, and the clumsy clanking stride of the cat and her familiar were as easy to pick out as bonfires on a starless night. There was no difficulty in determining exactly where both were, long before the latter entered his field of view. " Even still, she was brave enough to face her mistakes. To seek out answers and determine for herself the validity behind Barnett's claims. I am staring at a coward who does not match up to that." It was true that the loss of his right eye had made other senses sharper, or rather that it had made him more sensitive to them. Tracking Kim as she made her approach was as effortless as it could be, surrounded by he was with the extra-sensory veil of his aura, and when she tried to grab him, he simply gave his arm a quick jerk, as if shaking out his cloak, and super-heated fingers closed on empty air. " The honor in her death comes in her ability to ensure something good came of it. But I should not need to tell you about death, my records show you have over a hundred confirmed kills. Aisio Pendragon has saved that many lives, in fact she is the prime reason why I am here today. So tell me Mister Moon, how does it feel to know that even in death, the Pendragons do everything better than you?" " The Pendragons DID everything better you mean. Past tense you see. And I'm not even convinced of that, because they are all dead, and I am alive. I must be doing something right." His voice falling like a gavel, crushing the much fairer voice of the faunus effortlessly beneath it's weight, he cut off everything that followed before the android could continue to bore him with her ramblings. He kept right on striding as he spoke, not even dignifying her with a backward glance, carefully stepping around the shape of her pet as it tried to trip him up, but not allowing it to slow him down in the slightest, " See that's what you wide-eyed idealists seem to forget. Once you're dead, it's over. That's it. And the people you are talking about going to war with, to satisfy your grudge, those are good people too. Those are my people! But where are all the tearful eulogies for them? All this noble sacrifice nonsense is just a lie you tell yourselves to pretend that there is such thing as a good death." At the end of the aisle he paused for a moment, a look of grim determination of his face, it's fierceness intensified by the corona of fire that licked out of his uniform. " I've seen enough death to know just how wrong you are. Now if you'll excuse me, I just found out that my first battalion is about to find itself at war with Legion, and I would like to make preparations. I would like to limit the noble deaths of my men to the absolute minimum." That said, and about to tolerate no more interruptions, Sol reached the basilica's man door, and retired into the rain. tag(s): ━ words: 000 ━ notes: Color Code d0b000
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