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Post by Ferr Aesir on Dec 12, 2016 22:57:31 GMT -6
 May 2th It had been sometime since the events at the church unfolded. Two weeks had passed since Darcy, Solomon, and the man once known as Finn made their presence known to all those gathered for the funeral of Aisio. During that time Ferr had been fighting against himself in a moral dilemma which left him questioning himself. Should he set out to find and kill those three; those that made themselves the clear enemy? Or would he stay to tend and watch over Amber? For the first few days Ferr had been tempted to leave Amber in the eyes of the police or his family. However the blood lust lost it's polish after the fifth day. After that he remained in Legion to oversee Amber's recovery. During the first week he had been stuck in his hotel room if not at the hospital waiting for Amber to wake-up. Amber regaining her consciousnesses brought relief to Ferr. So much so that he was willing to assist the local authorities with minor cases. After the the Kingdom had gone into discord and the law was being tested day after day. This disrespect of authority didn't sit will with Ferr who organized members of his clan to act as assistance to the police force. It was during a moment of peace that Ferr visited Amber with a proposal waiting to be asked. During their time apart Ferr had made several calls inquiring about Amber's condition. Both from the doctors and the princess herself. And after this extensive recovery period, the man decided that it was time to move his companion elsewhere. Both in fear of her life, and a desire for a change of scene. Ferr made his way past doctors and nures with as big a smile as he could muster. Which, given the current situation in the Kingdom, was not very big. Though he tried his best to be polite and friendly to the hospital staff. It was once he arrived at Amber's room that Ferr found himself frowning. A weight was suddenly placed on his shoulders as he knocked on the door to announce his arrival. "Amber. It's Ferr." He called out while cracking the door open. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Amber Sablier on Dec 13, 2016 12:49:18 GMT -6
 Never in her life had Amber imagined Legion would be so dreary, though to be fair she had never had the opportunity to visit the northernmost kingdom. It had been about two weeks since the chaos that was the St. Ivy’s Tragedy occurred, two weeks since over one hundred people perished in a freak accident that left the once proud opalescent church as a pile of rubble. She had heard lots of stories about what had happened - ranging from a terrorist attack to a Semblance gone out of control. There were additional murmurs, in the latter case, that Lily was the cause of the destruction. The idea that her friend, the kind and gentle Faunus from the wilds of Sanus, could have been responsible for so much annihilation was numbing to the very core.There had to be something else.In her mind flashed memories - pictures of the last little bits she remembered before going unconscious. As far back as she could recall, she remembered sitting at one of the pews while people delivered their eulogies. There was a fuss surrounding one of the speakers, a young man - the one that had caught her friend’s fancy - who happened to rub the rest of the attendees the wrong way. Amber would always appreciate some people’s ability to speak their mind openly, but even so, she thought the young man’s tactlessness off putting in its own way. That said, it didn’t serve to invalidate those words. It was when she stood in defense of Lily, who in turn was standing in defense of Solomon, that things began spiraling out of control.The Prime Minister lost her cool first, going so far as to raise her hand to Amber’s friend, resulting in the Princess manifesting her Semblance in a public setting for the first time. She remembered one of the Aura blades cutting into the Prime Minister’s hand, which did nothing short of frighten Amber to her very core as eyes began to settle in her direction. She felt like she had done something traitorous, that she had committed some grand crime. It wasn’t until the woman identifying herself as Saint Ash arrived, with Sayf al-Din - the man Amber knew as Finn Cullen, her family friend and former mentor - in tow, that the world around her seemed to lose the plot. Insults were thrown, dark secrets revealed - people had their hearts crushed in all but a few seconds.A sharp pain in her chest symbolized her own heartbreak.God, did she feel absolutely wretched for all of this.Was it really all her fault? Perhaps, if she had never ran away, the world could have been spared of that madness - and maybe even what was yet to come..In the midst of everything, she remembered losing track of Lily after that woman - Saint Ash - plunged a deep black dagger into her side. She paused on that thought, her left hand reaching across her thin figure and resting over the scar said dagger had left behind. Though her memory at that point became blurry, she remembered Lily being overpowered by the small woman, who’s jagged whip-like weapon tore into the Faunus girl’s skin and tainted her with that wickedness people only knew as “the Corruption”. She grimaced a little, closing her eyes as she drew in and exhaled in a series of breaths. Getting worked up wouldn’t do her any good, especially given the predicament she had found herself in for the moment. After having that twisted black knife shoved into her side, Amber’s entire world went dark. She remembered losing her balance and falling, her head striking a pew with such force it left a prominent gash.That, luckily, did not scar.At least the ability some people possessed, this Mending, was doing some real good in the medical field.She wasn’t completely on the same page as to the circumstances of her rescue, but she knew it was the orange haired girl from the funeral - one Aegle Vitus. She had carried Amber out of the Basilica - carried her, marvelously, in Amber’s mind - down the flight of stairs leading to the blown open door, finally leaving her in the arms of one Emergency Responders that had arrived on the scene. After that, her orange haired savior made her way back into the building, helping as many people as she could before the massive church eventually collapsed under the influence of all its damage. All in all, if the news served right, that girl was a hero - saving at least one woman and insisting there were four or five more people spared from the crumbling structure. Amber resolved to commend Aegle for her good work - that is, assuming everything worked out in the end. Whether or not that would be the case, however, no one really knew. Not now, not after all of that.Despite being busy in mind, one person managed to stay on Amber’s mind the most - even in her comatose state. Ferr Aesir, the young Huntsman who had aided in her rescue back in Setek, was well on his way to stealing the wayward Princess’s heart. The two had the opportunity to bond not long before leaving Vytal Island, though whatever might have been slowly taking shape between the two was tested with Aisio’s death. Ferr had been shaken by the news, and rightfully so, going so far as to wound his hand and - to a degree - shutting Amber out. His eulogy was touching, culminating in his plea for the people to love and live strong for the people around them. His eyes had rested upon Amber towards the tail end of his speech, stirring up a strong feeling of elation in the girl as she looked back. Part of her wondered what her father would think of all this, were he still around.Her time with Ferr was far from over, though.Amber had heard that, while in a coma, Ferr had visited her every so often - especially after the fifth day. She had remained unresponsive for about a week, awakening in the wake of a terror that left her crying and shaking. Ferr and Lily had been the first person she cried out for before being sedated, but Aegle had been the first person she had interacted with from the funeral. Being in a state of limited brain activity was peculiar. Amber remembered feeling nothing, seeing nothing - in fact, most times all she heard were muffled sounds, almost as if her head was being held underwater. That said, her mind was very much alive, forcing her in a violent spiral of pleasantries and terrors of the like she had never experienced before. Just when things would become euphoric, they’d become horrifying, and visa versa. Her hand over her scar, Amber looked out the window of her room, gazing out towards the frosted city that laid out of reach.Waking up seemed to bring a bit of life back into Ferr, as he occasionally left her side to assist the police in simple matters, such as the anarchic rioters that began plaguing the city streets. Whatever happened while she was out, it couldn’t have been good. The news, or what little bit of it she managed to catch between naps and check ups with her doctor, seemed to indicate Legion’s government was nearing collapse. Ceyla Reginwald, the Prime Minister - and presumably the new Chairwoman - had disappeared. Where she was, what she was doing - no one really knew. She wasn’t in the hospital, though she had been for a brief period of time, nor was she holed up in Legion’s government tower. She had vanished from thin air, leaving no clue behind as to where she might be. Amber couldn’t help but wonder if this meant the end of the northern kingdom, or whether someone might step up to the task of reigning in this hysteria and lead Legion to the greatness it once possessed. Only time would tell, unfortunately, and a time went on the state of things grew worse and worse.Maybe there was no hope.Amber’s only comfort in all this worry and doubt was Ferr and his continued visits. During those moments of solace, no matter how long or short they happened to be, the world outside that hospital room seemed to melt away. She’d sit there, smiling and laughing with him at her side, the two sometimes sharing stories of life back home. They were cut from two very different cloths, but it was the contrast between the two that made her gravitate towards him more and more as the days went by. She wanted, more than anything, to see where he had grown up - where he came from. To meet the Aesir Clan, some of whom had arrived at the funeral, instantly sprung to the top of her bucket list. Were Rift in better shape, her father still in power and the kingdom restored to its true beauty, she’d offer to show him someday. Who knows, maybe they’d get that chance, but that didn’t matter to her at the moment. Not now, anyway.Leaning back in her bed, Amber stretched her arms high over her head as her mouth opened wide and produced a squeaking yawn. She was growing a little restless, enough so that she began experiencing irresistible urge to bob her legs to and fro. The doctors called it restless leg syndrome, and told her it was completely feasible to assume it may remain with her for the rest of her life. Of course, they also recognized the likelihood that it would go away with time too, which eased the Princess’s concerns that she’d be like this forever. Her knees bobbed as she stuffed her arms into the space formed by the crossing of her legs. Wondering when she’d get to leave, and whether her journey with Ferr would continue, Amber let out a loud and whining sigh. She wanted to leave so badly - perhaps a little too badly.There was a part of her that also toyed with the notion of leaving without the doctors knowing - sneaking out all crafty like. She grinned at the thought, blue gaze zoning on the television as it flickered images of some riots.It was time for some change!Slipping out of her bed, Amber carefully inched to the other end of the small room, towards a folded up pile of her clothes. A black shirt and brown shorts, her usual wear, as long with a jacket - likely to ward off the cold - and a scarf. Whoever had prepared all this knew she wouldn’t wear pants, and she giggled quietly to herself as she tried to conclude who it had been. Reaching for her back, Amber went to work carefully undoing the ties on the hospital gown. It was white as snow, almost a little hard on the eyes, but at least it was warm and comfortable. Amber had often complained that the hospital grew cold at night, likely because there wasn’t enough staff on hand to maintain the thermostat - that was the best excuse she could come up with, at least. The staff that did work nights, however, were more than willing to provide her - or anyone else - with heated blankets to accommodate.As the hospital gown dropped to the cold linoleum floor, goosebumps formed across the surface of her skin almost instantly, followed by a sharp chill running up her spine as she began to shiver. Even inside the hospital, with heat blowing gently through vents on the floor and ceiling, the temperature was noticeably different than back at home. With haste, Amber threw the black shirt on and went to work tugging up the shorts. A sudden knock on the door made her wobble slightly, hopping in place as she pulled the shorts all the way up to her waist as a familiar voice flooded the room. “Amber. It’s Ferr.” Her eyes lit up instantly, grinning happily as the door slowly cracked open. “Ferr!” She cheered, swinging the door open and welcoming the Huntsman with a tight embrace. “I’m glad you’re finally back!”Taking a few steps back, both her hands gripped onto his left, gingerly guiding him into the room - completely ignoring the fact she had left her shorts half-zipped and unbuttoned. “Please, come in!” She invited, the happy grin showing no sign of fading away. Approaching her bed, Amber hopped up and crossed her legs, once again stuffing her arms into the space between as she beamed at Ferr fondly.“How are thing going outside? Any news on those people from the funeral?” |
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Post by Ferr Aesir on Dec 15, 2016 21:16:25 GMT -6
The brightness which filled Amber's face glowed like the rare albeit radiant sun that cast down into Legion. Ferr's dampened expression was uplifted as the perkiness of the princess's lips and eyes met his thankful glance. His arms couldn't wrap around Amber fast enough as he longed to hold her again. He would linger on their embrace but tried to play it off as nothing. Though it was hard for him to do so given his inexperienced past with women. In short he was obviously trying to stay like in an embrace. But knew they had to move on.
It was something he would push past so as to not linger on the idea. "I am joyed to be back, Amber. I always miss you." The man would smile wildly, larger than he had in many days.Ferr went along with Amber's tight grasp as she walked him deeper into the room. Out of respect he'd try to keep just a little space between them at the very least. Seeming contradictory to moments before hand. Ferr had arrived in his usual armor, paired with cotton garbs of the Legion Kingdom. His cloak and armor were covered with moisture from light rain and particles of dirt gathered from being on the beat. That being said the man would lean in just a tad in order to take a subtle whiff of Amber. Expecting her usually light aroma. As they got to her bed, Ferr would giggly with a deep tone as his companion hopped back onto her bed. She resembled a child excited over a number of different things. Truly a refreshing feeling after being out and working for the past few days.
He'd wish the aura in the room would remain like this. Calm and light. However when Amber brought up the topic of St. Ivy's, his smile lowered with a sigh. The thought of that incident still bothered the man. Not to mention the chaos which had begin to spread throughout the kingdom. It troubled the Huntsmen to no end.
The man would take off his black leather gloves and disrobe himself. Placing his gloves and blue cloak beside Amber's bed. "Right now things aren't going so well. Since that day the Kingdom has been in a state of unrest. People have been rioting and committing crimes. Not sure why citizens would do this to their own kingdom. It never makes sense. This is our home. Yet they act as if the land is disposable. And as for those we saw at the church...There as been no word. Many people at the funeral have received their own by now. Thankfully the Vytal students managed to escape. My kinsmen also rushed in to take a few people to safety." Ferr would resist tell her that it was under an order. Not free will. "But our three disturbing guests are nowhere to be found. I sent out bounties for them however. Wanted alive only. No reward or use for dead men." He'd then plop down onto the bed with a hard sigh. His azure eyes would turn to Amber's figure in search of relief. Simply staring at the woman brought great peace to the man. She was like a speel of revival given life and form. Yet as Ferr stared at Amber, he wondered into a region which he had no place looking at. The seriousness of his thoughts became fizzled and silly when he spotted Amber's undone pants. A redness came to the man's visage which was unique and regular to Ferr - his sign of flustering and modesty being challenged. The Huntsmen would bring his eyes back up to Amber's before he reached down to complete her unfinished work. No matter the time they spent together or their familiarity, it seemed there was a limit to Ferr's composure.He offered a rough cough in an attempt to signal Amber to not pay attention to his action. "With all that being said, I have dispatched a number of my kinsmen throughout the Kingdom to assist military and police efforts. Hopefully the addition manpower will bring the people to a calm. If nothing else it will allow me to know the situation happening in the region." MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Amber Sablier on Dec 17, 2016 10:26:44 GMT -6
Ferr’s masculine giggle had put most of her concerns at ease, even making her smile grow as she looked at him with anticipation. However, immediately when she asked about the Basilica, the expression on his face - as well as the feeling in the air - changed drastically. She felt wretched for bringing it up, knowing the stress of that memory - still fresh in all their minds - was the last thing he needed on his plate right now. Amber, being her usual self, felt prompted to reach forward and gingerly rest her hand on his arm. Instead of doing that, her intended act of comfort was cut off by Ferr as he went about peeling off the layers he had been wearing outside. It may have been May, but the North was still a pinch colder than the rest of Remnant. In fact, she didn’t plan on leaving the hospital without a jacket. To do so would be tantamount to suicide.Her eyes never left the Huntsman as he set his gloves and cloak at the bed’s side, and as if on cue she shuffled slightly to the side to give him room to sit with her. "Right now things aren't going so well.” Those first few words made her heart sink, her head lowering a little as if ashamed. She really felt terrible over all of this, and no matter how much sometime tried to make her feel otherwise, she felt like this was all her fault. ”Since that day the Kingdom has been in a state of unrest. People have been rioting and committing crimes. Not sure why citizens would do this to their own kingdom. It never makes sense. This is our home. Yet they act as if the land is disposable.” Amber nodded, feeling empathetic of the people and how this must have been affecting them all. Right now, the Kingdom of Legion needed a leader. Without someone to keep the peace, without someone to maintain law and order, this downward spiral into madness would only continue.“And as for those we saw at the church…” Her body instantly tensed up. Finally she’d know what happened. She knew many had died, but to be assured that no one close to her had perished was all she really needed. Aegle, who she had seen previously, had clearly survived. Lily, however, she was unsure of. Hopefully her fate saw her in a recovery ward. “There as been no word. Many people at the funeral have received their own by now. Thankfully the Vytal students managed to escape. My kinsmen also rushed in to take a few people to safety." Amber let out a tired sigh at this revelation, a mix of frustrated and relieved. After all, no news was better than bad news, right? That said, the Princess kept a wide smile on her face, her attention resting solely on the Huntsman as he stood before her.Still, in the depths of Amber’s mind, she was obsessing over the whereabouts of the people that had brought this tragedy upon those that had gathered to remember the last Pendragon. That small woman identifying herself as “Saint Ash”, as well as Amber’s previous mentor Sir Finn Cullen - now known as Sayf al-Din - were her primary concern. Solomon Moon, who’s upset preceded the events leading to the Basilica collapse, was out of sight and - for all intents and purposes - out of mind. Regardless of what doubt “Saint Ash” tried to put in peoples’ minds, Amber was confident - somehow - that her friend’s defense of Moon wasn’t in vain. With everything that had unfolded up until this point, there were bigger fish to fry than Legion’s One-eyed Dragon."But our three disturbing guests are nowhere to be found. I sent out bounties for them however. Wanted alive only. No reward or use for dead men." Ferr concluded, plopping down on the bed at her side. She remained in place for a while, smiling fondly as she felt his eyes on her. When she finally did turn herself to fully face him, the smile on Amber’s face grew into more of a grin than anything, her face reddening just a little as she noticed the reddish hue on Ferr’ own. His blue eyes met her own, the intrinsically hued orbs locking for what felt like an eternity all its own. There were words she wanted to say in that moment, but her mouth became dry as an immense sensation of butterflies in her stomach kept the utterance at bay.Amber froze as Ferr began reaching towards her, completely oblivious to the fact her shorts remained undone. Once the Huntsman’s hand grabbed on, Amber let out a barely audible gasp as her hand quickly snapped onto his wrist. Her grip was tight, her body - and by extension her hand - trembling as she looked at him nervously. It took a gruff cough from Ferr to finally clue Amber as to what his true intentions were. "With all that being said, I have dispatched a number of my kinsmen throughout the Kingdom to assist military and police efforts. Hopefully the addition manpower will bring the people to a calm. If nothing else it will allow me to know the situation happening in the region." He went on to add, going about the business of zipping Amber’s shorts. As the metal teeth fit together, Amber was quick to fasten the button before leaping off the bed, her face bright red.“As long as things are being taken care of, I suppose we don’t have much to worry about,” she responded with a shy, yet confident, nod. “I know the loses were great, but at least some people made it out and things are…” Amber paused for a moment, holding her hands together as they hung down. She looked up to the ceiling, then glanced out the window, before her eyes eventually returned to Ferr. “Things aren’t great, but I’m confident they’ll get better!” She murmured, just loud enough for the young man to hear. “We just have to…make sure people stay together in all of this. I know it sounds really naive, but unity is what kept the peace for so long. We can’t let everything our ancestors tried to build for Remnant just crumble down all around us.”Towards the tail end of her murmuring, Amber’s gaze had lowered, the expression on her face a mix of frustration and sorrow. After but a few seconds of silence, the look on her face was replaced with one that glowed with determination. “We’ve gotta do something, Ferr,” she concluded, her tone stronger and more confident than before. “I don’t know about you, but I’m not gonna stand by and let these ‘bad guys’ tear things up anymore. We can’t let them - or the Grimm - gain any more ground.” |
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Post by Ferr Aesir on Dec 18, 2016 20:46:54 GMT -6
Ferr tensed up when Amber had paused his advance. His hands began to heat up and sweat when their hands had met. Yet he knew not what any sort of issue could be. Did Amber think Ferr was going to suggest some perverse act here and now? The Huntsmen's mind wanted to wonder and explore that realm. It was a subject for another time however, not one for the present. Ferr watched Amber shoot off of the hospital bed with enough energy to run the Kingdom. And with skin running so red a fire would look cold compared to her blush. As a gentleman Ferr wouldn't prod her about it. However her embarrassing state did appeal to him to a degree. “As long as things are being taken care of, I suppose we don’t have much to worry about. I know the loses were great, but at least some people made it out and things are...Things aren’t great, but I’m confident they’ll get better!” Amber's confidence was known to Ferr. The wish was grand and her desire was pure in it's nature. Yet the truth of the matter was that people died that day. Ferr knew what was happening in the Kingdom. This was his land, his nation, and his country. Unless things were fixed sooner than later, Legion would fall into ruin and his homeland will be lost. All was not lost however. Leaders passed on and wars were lost. The worst and best in people were always brought out in the worst of situation. And the current state was not so good. In time things will heal only if people like Amber were in charge. "We’ve gotta do something, Ferr,” she concluded, her tone stronger and more confident than before. “I don’t know about you, but I’m not gonna stand by and let these ‘bad guys’ tear things up anymore. We can’t let them - or the Grimm - gain any more ground.”That determination was just one of the many things Ferr found amazing about Amber. As she ended her declaration the Huntsmen would stand up with a empathizing smile. "My dear Amber you make a good point. We can't allow things to fall apart. In this age of Cults, shady leaderships and negative aura, there needs to be a bulwark to stop lifetimes of work from falling apart." His eyes rivaled Amber's glowing passion. It was as if an inner light was shining through his eyes. Yet after a moment Ferr lowered his head and placed his hands to his waist. "The problem is those three vanished. I don't know how to track people like that. Nor are my kinsmen willing to try due to the unsettling nature of Legion. It's not as if there is a civil war..." The built man sighed and turned to the window. He'd take several small strides over to it before placing a hand on the wall. His bare flesh held the cold stone as if it were normal. In honesty it was. Only in the dead of winter was Ferr exposed to freezing temperatures that were alien to his body. Yet even still he survived those winters and snow falls with or without much clothing. He could only imagine how cold the next winter will be if things go on. But... "But we'd rather focus on keeping the homeland together than running around searching for damnable danger. First the people need to calm down. And that plan is already underway." Ferr would grab his blue hair and scratch it as if he were a dunce. In truth the strain of thinking this way caused him to feel less than noble which made Ferr detest himself. The land outside the window was starting to look like a battlefield. Not literally but metaphorically. If he wished for peace to return, there were steps that he saw which needed to be taken. But throughout his life Ferr disliked operating as a strategist. The few people he knew that excelled in the field manipulated others. Used them like pawns and bodies to be cut, used, and caste aside once done. A reason why he preferred his method of combat instead of over analyzing. The heart and soul of a person was revealed that way. With a moment of silence Ferr breathed against the window. The glass grew heavy with his breath and blocked his view of the outside. Suddenly he'd turn to Amber with a smile in hopes of breaking free from the dampening aura of the room. "We can continue this talk later though. I came here with multiple intentions. One of which is relocating you. We are going to my estate. The folks of legion like to call it Aesirland. We just call it a village." MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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