DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Enough time had passed for the shock to wear off, and for the cycle of renewal to begin again. Because they couldn’t shatter, couldn’t break, couldn’t falter under the surface of their failures. It’d been a horrific learning curve, that force and might couldn’t always bend to their needs, not when others were so readily able to carve indifference into innocent lives. Perhaps that was where they’d been weak; too used to the parallels of other times and other worlds, and not ready for the reel, the backlash, the warnings pressed into the landscape, the ones they’d told and told and told once more – now firmer and more real than ever before.
They needed the regards of those most effected – their thoughts, their notions, their ideals. There was no point to moving forward, onward, into their aspects and attempts, if it were all to fall apart; an unraveling cycle. So the Sword dug into his diligence, his perseverance, his fortitude, pressed the weight into his shoulders and kept on persisting, sending out notes, pieces of parchment to reach those still willing, still able. And maybe, just maybe, they could make something out of the rubble-strewn path.
The Queen’s Gambit might not have been the greatest place to meet – but he could match its hedgerows with his own magic, tuck them amidst entryways of vines and barriers, boundaries and shelter, without fear of them being discovered in their acts of rebellion. Belial sat upon the top of one, blending into its surroundings with impeccable ease; a spy for their sanctuary. Gathered behind trickery and fortitude was a table he’d conjured for their own use, recently hunted food placed upon it, some drinks created and contorted, along with logs and stools to sit upon.
And then, once they’d settled, once they’d sat, once they’d all taken a look at those still in their corner, he began. “Thank you all for coming.” Because he was grateful, even if his features were reticent and his dread was real. “I was hoping for this to be a discussion over information we have, especially anything recent ongoings in Halo or otherwise, and where, or what, we want to do next.” They’d taken their beating, their wounds, their scars; and hopefully it’d be enough to persist, keep on fighting. “Without the notion of coups or invasions. We have seen the results.” Learned firsthand, and it was still a sore thing in the back of his mind. “There have to be other methods.” His eyes glanced around the assembled, and he took another breath. “Anyone may begin.”
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Seren Cordelia Sah Noah Hotaru
No post order <3 We can keep discussions going along.
They needed the regards of those most effected – their thoughts, their notions, their ideals. There was no point to moving forward, onward, into their aspects and attempts, if it were all to fall apart; an unraveling cycle. So the Sword dug into his diligence, his perseverance, his fortitude, pressed the weight into his shoulders and kept on persisting, sending out notes, pieces of parchment to reach those still willing, still able. And maybe, just maybe, they could make something out of the rubble-strewn path.
The Queen’s Gambit might not have been the greatest place to meet – but he could match its hedgerows with his own magic, tuck them amidst entryways of vines and barriers, boundaries and shelter, without fear of them being discovered in their acts of rebellion. Belial sat upon the top of one, blending into its surroundings with impeccable ease; a spy for their sanctuary. Gathered behind trickery and fortitude was a table he’d conjured for their own use, recently hunted food placed upon it, some drinks created and contorted, along with logs and stools to sit upon.
And then, once they’d settled, once they’d sat, once they’d all taken a look at those still in their corner, he began. “Thank you all for coming.” Because he was grateful, even if his features were reticent and his dread was real. “I was hoping for this to be a discussion over information we have, especially anything recent ongoings in Halo or otherwise, and where, or what, we want to do next.” They’d taken their beating, their wounds, their scars; and hopefully it’d be enough to persist, keep on fighting. “Without the notion of coups or invasions. We have seen the results.” Learned firsthand, and it was still a sore thing in the back of his mind. “There have to be other methods.” His eyes glanced around the assembled, and he took another breath. “Anyone may begin.”
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Seren Cordelia Sah Noah Hotaru
No post order <3 We can keep discussions going along.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
