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To See and Pray [OPEN TO ALL] - Kalt - 03-11-2019
RE: To See and Pray [OPEN TO ALL] - Edrei - 03-12-2019 [say]"Oh hey, it's unicorn boy."[/say] The no-longer-teenager said with a wry grin, looking up at [say]"So on a scale from 1 - shitshow, just how badly you think this is gonna go a second time around?"[/say] RE: To See and Pray [OPEN TO ALL] - Evie - 03-12-2019 [say]"This is a terrible idea."[/say] Evie whispers under her breath as she and Amalia make their way towards the assembling crowd. This sentiment is one that they've passed around like a hot potato for the past few days, but Evie didn't honestly believe that the Outlanders were really going to try and take on the beast. No snow, high sun or not, the demon had not been bested in over 300 years, and not for lack of trying. Idly Evie chewed her lip, one of her hands worrying a strand of her long red hair. [say]"Y'know, I think my brother is dating one of them."[/say] She said in a low voice, glancing around and wondering if Sam would show up or not. It was risky to be out in the sun, but Sam wasn't really the smartest man she'd ever met either. With a shiver despite the fact that it wasn't cold at all, Evie looked behind them as if she could somehow see the barrier from where they stood. She couldn't of course, since they were basically at the centre, but it was as if she expected to see it warbling in its transparency. It didn't of course, but the worry was there. [say]"What do they possibly think will happen? That they'll kill the beast and stroll up to the top of the Spire? Because Ludo said the answers were up there?"[/say] Dramatically Evie threw her hands up with a huff. RE: To See and Pray [OPEN TO ALL] - Amalia - 03-12-2019 Amalia nods in quiet agreement, though her eyes do not leave the assembled soldiers, the quartet of Outlanders on the pale field. They are ants, she thinks, bound together by a singular purpose, unaware they march to what may well be their doom. The spire looms monolithic before them, a testament to their foolishness: dark and menacing, hungry and absolute. She shivers despite the noonday sun, chewing her lip thoughtfully, a worried notch in her brow. Why do they think they can do this, now? Defeat the spire monster, that ancient foe? And if they do- what then?, she wonders, remembering with a hungry ache the promise of a world beyond the walls. If the monster is killed and the bubble comes down, what will happen to that beautiful place she has never seen? Will it crumble and die, the way the Hollowed Grounds have, infected by a plague of hubris and pride? Why should the rest of Caido have to suffer, just so a few could be free? Evie's declaration of her brother's relationship pulls the baker from her thoughts. [say]"Oh?"[/say] she replies with quiet surprise, following her friend's gaze in hopes of finding Sam. Though she has spent significantly less time with the other Wordsworth twin, she still feels a pang of empathy: she would ache to see someone she cared about among the vanguard, be they Natural or Outlander. Ronin is kind, Remi sweet, but they are not the ones who matter most, the ones who have managed to wedge themselves into her heart. She casts her gaze around again, hoping to spot more people she knows among the assembled crowd. She wishes she could find Rory, or Deimos. She hopes they will not do something foolish and fight. Amalia sighs and looks back at her friend, shaking her head again. [say]"Vi alone knows,"[/say] she replies bitterly, half angry, half hopeful, not sure whether to laugh or cry. [say]"What if killing the monster doesn't change anything? What will this have all been for?"[/say] RE: To See and Pray [OPEN TO ALL] - Rexanna - 03-12-2019 She had come to watch, to watch and see what would happen. Though deep down, the woman was terrified for her friends and those that had already suffered immense loss (she was looking at Ronin, wondering who was caring for his daughter and what would happen to her if things went bad). Sighing quietly, she approached and stood beside As Amalia began asking an almost rhetorical question, Rexanna chewed on her lip slightly. “[say]The chance to say they tried? Tried to make it better for everyone within the bubble?[/say]” She pondered thoughtfully, and had Amalia been listening she might have noticed that the woman didn’t carry that flirtatious tone to her words any longer. Instead, sorrow and anxiety swelled within her stomach. “[say]I suppose you never know unless you try.[/say]” She added, perhaps a bit quicker. Deciding that the Loreseekers would probably write about it if it went south – if killing the monster didn’t do anything. At least then they’d know. But she hoped so deeply for the health of their friends and the luck they’d need. Her hand balled into a fist, and she pushed it to her side as she watched on. RE: To See and Pray [OPEN TO ALL] - Rory - 03-12-2019 [say]"Yeah, fuck that,"[/say] a voice growled from behind And here they were. Doing their fucking Outlander thing again. And if he had the power to strike them all down and bind them to the ground and yell at them, oh boy, he would've, a thousand times over. Rory was, in short, fucking pissed. He'd come up behind Amalia and Evie as they made their way towards the Spire, and that was likely the reason they hadn't spotted him. And he hadn't greeted them, because it would've been a snarl, anger not directed at them but he had every spike turned out. And this .. woman .. Rory didn't know her, because the time she'd let him into the Temple and saved his life, he had been more or less unconscious. He couldn't know if she was an Outlander or not, but the way she stood, the way she looked, the way she spoke— Oh, and the fact that Rory wasn't thinking, and was just looking for an outlet. A target. And she'd just painted it on her back. He remembered standing in the fields at the Festival of Lights, his ritual invaded; corrupted. The noise that had been drifting up from the Rathskeller during Long Night. E v e r y t h i n g— [say]"They just want out,"[/say] he went on, his voice so much darker than usual as he tried to contain his anger, and his worry (come on Remi, you know better than this...). [say]"They don't give a rat's ass about us here. They just see the great beyond and want out without a single fucking thought, like caged dogs."[/say] He wanted to pace. He was full of restless energy. [say]"How long have they been here? Two seasons, barely? And already they've decided we are worthless, our way of life is worthless, everything about us is worthless, because they're willing to throw our safety away for their delusions of grandeur."[/say] Had he had fur, it would've been on end. Had he truly been a wolf, his lips would've been pulled back, every fang revealed. [say]"I thought this was something we'd figure out together, not just them having their fucking Outlander party. Sweet fucking Safrin,"[/say] and even Rory had enough sense to shut up at that point, or he'd talk until the end-times. RE: To See and Pray [OPEN TO ALL] - Deimos - 03-12-2019
RE: To See and Pray [OPEN TO ALL] - Maea - 03-12-2019 Maea winced at Rory's tone even before she got close enough to hear the words. She couldn't say he was wrong, or that his irritation was unwarranted. Perhaps her attitude towards the Outlanders was more forgiving - they had chosen to be here just as little as anyone born beneath the bubble - but it did not make it any easier to watch the small group of hopefuls as they made their preparations. "Calm down, Rory, it's not her fault" Maea mumbled at the long-haired natural, an apologetic glance thrown towards Rexanna even as a pale hand reached up for his shoulder in hopes of soothing his bruised temper. "They are free to do what they want with their lives, just as everyone else. It's not like none of our boys have never tried this..." Of course, those fools usually did not make it back. Or if they did, had chickened out before actually seeing anything. Somehow though, the pale girl had a feeling it would be quite different this time around. Looking from person to person, Maea nodded greetings to those she knew and offered quiet introduction to those that were unfamiliar. The smile she offered Evie and Amalia was tense and merely polite, and as soon as she could Maea turned her eyes towards the Spire insted. Coming here har not been a good idea. But if Jigano said it was their duty as loreseekers to whitness what happened now, then this was the place for her to be at this moment. She just hoped he would heed his own words and stay back with the rest of them. "For everyone to stay alive" she answered Deimos. "For no one to get hurt. Of course we want the barrier to come down, but not at the expense of someones life." RE: To See and Pray [OPEN TO ALL] - Samuel - 03-12-2019 Sam arrived late. He had been hoping that if he stayed home it wouldn't actually happen, that he could stop time with ignorance...but that was not how it worked. Eventually he had had to pull himself from bed and head to the watching place. He had to be there for the moment his world ended, if it had to. When he did finally get there and saw the crowd of people he found he could not mix with them, could not speak. How could they all seem so casual? He wanted to scream and cry. He settled for sitting a little way aways from the crowd, head down on his raised knees. Close enough that he could hear the news of any deaths, if it came. RE: To See and Pray [OPEN TO ALL] - Jigano - 03-12-2019 Jigano had been out early, flying a perimeter around the Spire to check for any changes to the ground since the Deepfrost snows had melted, then pacing the safe zone as a fox to check for unusual scents or tracks. He had seen and smelled nothing to indicate that today was different from any other, and in the end he had returned to the Glade to change back to his human form in solitude and send a final prayer to Ludo. Gathering his medical bag and journal he had shouldered his burdens - both physical and spiritual - and set out to watch the promised attempt. The sun was already high, his prayers having taken longer than he had realized, and the four heroes had already gathered together, making their final plans. A larger gathering some distance away, however, caught his eye, and as he walked closer - giving the Spire itself a wide berth - his trained eyes noticed the strain and tension flowing between people. They stood together, but he could pick out the subconscious shifting of naturals and outlanders into groups. Subtly he shifted his ears, Rory's impassioned voice reaching him as he walked softly, Isuma crouched on his shoulder, tense and unhappy with the fear and worry that ached in the bard's heart for the brave men and women about to risk themselves. Sam looked the way he felt, but Jigano still took heart to see so many of the Loreseekers gathered - to witness, to record, to remember, whether in joy or sorrow or both - in spite of the danger and the personal difficulties each wrestled with as they watched. He arrived without words, though he reached out to brush the lightest of touches across Amalia's shoulder as he passed, an invitation to join him as he moved to stand beside Rory. Isuma peep?ed worriedly at the blond hunter's tone, but the white-haired man only reached up to soothe her before dropping his hand again, close enough to feel Rory's heat but not presuming to touch him when the blond was thrumming with tension and a need to let it out. "I'm worried about them, too" he said softly, eyes for the four who prepared to face a threat that had taken the lives of natural and outlanders alike over the years. RE: To See and Pray [OPEN TO ALL] - Evie - 03-12-2019 [say]"What if it changes everything?"[/say] Evie asks, glancing at Once upon a time Evie could not hear the anger in Rory's voice and see the wolf below his tanned skin without thinking of the last time they were really together. Of her family coming to collect her in a wagon, of stretching silences and the sweet smell of hay and how the air had been impossibly still as her first love had been snatched away from her. Once upon a time it was where her mind always went. Now though, all these years later, she can appreciate Rory's anger for what it is, and she stands slightly taller as she turns to look at him, the ocean-blue of her stare unwavering as she nods. [say]"Free to do whatever they want?"[/say] Evie hisses at Maea, tilting her head as if to indicate that the younger woman is wrong. That she is going against the group's grain and that she should rethink her words. [say]"No, they aren't. This is reckless and impulsive. They know nothing of this land and our ways. They have two seasons of information at best, probably less."[/say] Glancing towards Watching as [say]"Sam—"[/say] She hisses across the crowd, spying her idiot twin in his stupid hat and nodding her head to indicate that he should come and join them. RE: To See and Pray [OPEN TO ALL] - Samuel - 03-12-2019 The bickering and discussion going on barely reached Sam through the rushing in his ears, the endless horrific pantomime of dead Remi going through his mind. Would it be a bite from the demon? An accidental hit from a comrade? Would he be knocked down by some horrific force of magic none of them had prepared for? Whatever it would be Sam would not be there, would not hold his hand as he went into the night. Sam would be alone, and he would have failed. Suddenly he heard his name hissed, so quietly he wasn't even sure he'd heard it. But still he looked up, catching eyes with Evie under the brim of his hat. Sam didn't know what she wanted, but whatever it was...he didn't have the capacity for it right now. He shook his head and curled back up. RE: To See and Pray [OPEN TO ALL] - Zariah - 03-12-2019 Zariah had been standing quietly in the shadows, watching, waiting, listening. Since the Launceleyn’s no longer had a well-defined place in society that was her usual pastime now. She was looking for opportunity, but around every corner found simple-mindedness and lack of direction. A pity really. This world had potential, even if everyone in it thought some fantastical gods existed, so deeply mired in mental delusion as they were. Gods? Bah humbug. But as she watched this little assault on the spire that was doomed to fail from its very conception, she couldn’t help but overhearing the whining of those gathered. It irked her, not because she particularly cared about the fates of those below, but more because it seemed rather self-indulgent. She straightened, stepping forward from the shadows where she had been quietly observing, arms crossed over her chest. [say]”Oh shut up. You all sound like whiny, self-indulgent children.”[/say] she said dryly, walking forward to get a better view of the fight, looking at no one in particular. [say]”How convenient is it, to assume the Outlanders think everything here so worthless? I don’t recall the Naturals being uninvited to parlay at the various meetings and gatherings that led up to this. I don’t recall hearing your voices pipe up to say why this is so wrong, or to explain what it is you know so we might collaborate. All I’ve heard is thinly veiled contempt for us, and yet I can say the same of you; you care not for us, or our way of life, or why it is so important for us to break through this barrier to see the great beyond.”[/say] Emotionless, hazel eyes slid over to look at Her gaze shifted over to the oddly pale girl, Maea, who spoke to soothe the man’s nerves. [say]”If you truly did not wish for people to die you would have said so many months ago when this was planned. I don’t think that is the truth though. I think you are covering your butts on this. Should they all fail and die, you are ever the altruistic Naturals who simply wished to see death sparred all as you continue to toil away in your cage. Should they win, you’d be jealous they steal the glory they will receive for their triumph.”[/say] Despite the enmity of her words, her tone throughout was calm and emotionless, impartial almost. Zariah’s eyes moved back to the gather warriors on the field, ever stoic and emotionless as she stared. [say]”Two of those are former military leaders. Risking their lives for the masses is all they know or care for. One is a bit…unstable and has a history with the female with the claymore. Posturing surely is her reason for joining. And the fourth…well there is always at least one idiot in every merry band who feels his life is worthless and thereby a perfectly willing sacrifice.”[/say] she said with a shrug. [say]”So if you’re just here to bitch and moan, go home. The rest of us are interested in the outcome, regardless of where it leads.”[/say] RE: To See and Pray [OPEN TO ALL] - 108 - 03-12-2019 I do not join the group. I linger on the fringe, watching, cheating my own faux-morality just by being here. But if this assault does not go as planned, then I have little to remain conscious for. Let the sun combust that which flows in my veins. I will sleep another few eons and then perhaps this charade will renew itself and we can try again. I do not feel hope, but perhaps some bastardized cousin of it. |