DEIMOS
None of them could be certain; all seemingly a guessing game in this realm. Deimos only had his own experiences to harken back to, and the stories, the myths, lurking behind the ominous framework. Perhaps history was due to repeat. Perhaps it wasn’t. But there were too many circumstances, too many hinted at predilections, to keep his head buried, pretending, forging on as if naught was occurring. Maybe they were better off being cut away from everyone else this season – relatively reclusive from the potential of a disaster from the exterior voids. They only had themselves to worry about for the time being – save for these bizarre schemes, plots, and ruses. It could’ve been innocent, but the Sword knew not many played that game any longer.Again Chulane made his oath, and again Deimos remained silent in the assurance. He’d always do what he could for Kiada – that went without saying – but they had no way of knowing what lay ahead, and he was tired, so damn tired, of making vows that led nowhere, that he couldn’t salvage, that broke apart soon after. The monolith could do his part, could reach, could extend, could offer, but ultimately, in the end of so many of those beliefs and creeds, it was another who made the decision.
He hadn’t prospered much word on the Order either, save for political machinations, extensions of note given to Morgan when he obtained them. While he’d remained relatively quiet in the unease, as he was prone to do amidst many occasions (easier to gain and retrieve information), with Kiada back, he saw no need in keeping the nuances away from Chulane. He’d already informed the Harpy, so she wasn’t left out in the dark, so she wasn’t at the mercy of one, should they ever cross paths. They are supposedly a group intending to destroy the Voice, and the Ascended. There has been some talk of their movements lately.
"who's gonna let you?"
they asked. i said
"who's gonna stop me?"
