DEIMOS
Delivered from the blasts
Purpose pumped his blood and filled his veins now, steady and resolute, mighty and stalwart, treacherous and scathing. Ordinarily, the sensation of renewal would be a welcome addition to his brooding, avaricious form, but the reasons and motives behind it flanked the emboldened precipice with trepidation, unease, and urgency. It pulsed in his heart and carried the pervading sources throughout his bones and flesh, sizzled and smoldering, painting an oeuvre to savage, Machiavellian ministrations and deliberation. A conquering mechanism, flooding his brain with every nuance and motivation, scalding the frigid fortifications, the tempestuous ramparts; he was a brutal force again, maneuvering menace, iniquitous fervency.
The Reaper didn’t allow the ferocity to show – not when baiting his lines and attempting to snare his traps. To play his hand early would be foolish, and likely a waste of his time and those taken, and so every movement had to be deliberate, had to be conniving, restrained, an act of composure beneath the coiled, bunched muscles and the undulating fury. His pretense lingered along the Outskirts, before the fields and woodlands, the distance of Rory’s farmstead, where some banners from Fiat Lux still shifted in the grass and dirt, as if it were all a distant haze and memory. He’d begun to lay out a pile of dried, nearly withered and decayed wood, intending to make it appear as though he were gathering kindling, idle little remains of fallen timber, leaning down, snagging a few, then hastening them to grounding mound. The beast had carted his sled over too; and though it lacked the snow’s lavish means, he wouldn’t mind it dragging it across rubble. It could be repaired. His friends might not have the same option. During all this time, he hunted, bestial eyes shifting over those passing by, desperate for an inclination towards the Fae species, for answers, for signs and upheavals. He’d rivet on a form before returning to his work, and continue the process, moving further and further out until his circle had been cleaned, and then roaming farther again. Maybe, just maybe, he’d gain a semblance of hope from all these dusty, worn-out beacons. the last of a line of lasts |
the rest will fall in line
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the Resurrected Sword
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04-28-2019, 12:13 PM
Seamstress
Age: 53 | Height: 4'6" | Race: Fae | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 3 - Strg: 12 - Dext: 12 - Endr: 11 - Luck: 14 - Int:
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Change author: Posts: 271 | Total: 8,707 MP: 0 Jiao Your clothes never wear as well the next day And your hair never falls in quite the same way You never seem to run out of things to say Jiao didn't really like Sidhe at the moment. It was so tense, everyone upset about the people from the barrier coming in. She didn't like it either but...throwing them in a big pit? Was that really necessary? Perhaps she was alone in this, but Jiao was quite willing to take on the previous barrier-dwellers as customers at her shop; clearly from the ones she'd seen so far they desperately needed the style help. Either way she was wandering away from her shop more and more these days, wanting to explore and be away from all the drama. As she flitted between trees at the edge of the wood, she caught sight once again of one of the humans, presumably from within the barrier. Wow, he was a big guy. For a while she stayed hidden behind a tree and just watched him, giggling behind her hand at how tough he seemed. Might be fun to talk to, she thought. With a little thrown cloud of glitter, she airily stepped from behind the tree and leaned against it, smiling at him. "What's wrong with you? You look awfully grumpy." the Resurrected Sword
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04-28-2019, 07:46 PM
Seamstress
Age: 53 | Height: 4'6" | Race: Fae | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 3 - Strg: 12 - Dext: 12 - Endr: 11 - Luck: 14 - Int:
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Change author: Posts: 271 | Total: 8,707 MP: 0 Jiao Your clothes never wear as well the next day And your hair never falls in quite the same way You never seem to run out of things to say "Oh." Jiao sighed, throughly disappointed. Did everything have to link back to the conflicts between Fae and Barrier-folk? To the maze of the woods and the depths of the pit? For once she wanted someone to tell her they were grumpy because of how drab they looked (and here it would be terribly true), not because of the boring and constant issues between the two races. But he asked her about it and she didn't want to leave, not just yet, in case this became promising. "I do, yes. Or at least...I do, if they've gone missing the way I think they have. They might just have gotten distracted!" As much as she wanted to believe his friends could have been taken off-path by a pretty leaf or an alluring bird, she knew that wasn't the case: they were most likely the people in the pit. "Maybe so I can help you better, you should describe your friends. And...what I'll get for it." She smiled just a little, eyes glinting as she looked at him from the corner of her eyes. the Resurrected Sword
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04-30-2019, 10:14 PM
Seamstress
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05-01-2019, 05:56 PM
Jiao Your clothes never wear as well the next day And your hair never falls in quite the same way You never seem to run out of things to say Really, Deimos could have said any description at all; Jiao was unlikely to have noticed specific features of the prisoners, having been actively trying to avoid the whole situation up until this point. Really, she was just trying to stall for time, work out exactly what to say. To not pick a side here. To help, but not betray. "...Well. Whoever they are, they'll have gone in The Pit. It's in Sidhe..." She said, trying to look bored, gazing down at her nails as if she wasn't potentially endangering her village. But really, she doubted the barrier-folk could break into the village, let alone rescue anyone. Not with Delah and all the other guards around. As long as they didn't tell anyone who they got their information from, it was unlikely to turn bad for her, right..? "First of all don't tell anyone I told you. And..." She wasn't sure what the abilities of this man were, but you always aimed high at first when asking for rewards. "I would like the most beautiful fabric you can find, lots of it. Sparkly and colourful. I need some new dresses." the Resurrected Sword
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05-01-2019, 10:38 PM
Seamstress
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05-03-2019, 05:03 PM
Jiao Your clothes never wear as well the next day And your hair never falls in quite the same way You never seem to run out of things to say Deimos promised not to tell anyone of her identity - Jiao did not trust his word, but well, she'd already put the information out there now. If it came back to hurt her, she'd have to deal with it then; she had never been someone with a massive amount of foresight, preferring to take things on as they arose. Right now, she was more interested in how this hulking brute was going to make something sparkling, delicate. He seemed a world apart from the kinds of dresses she liked, things that flowed and caught the light, moved beautifully as she flew. Deimos seemed like the kind of man who could make a good breastplace, but fabric for a dress...? She put a finger to her chin and watched, ready to be disappointed. As she saw the colour appear in his fingers (a greeny-blue, like pure rivers and shiny feathers) she raised her eyebrows, suddenly a little more hopeful for the skills of the warrior before her. Perhaps she had misjudged, for she could already think of outfits to make with the fabric. It was...not the kind of thing she would have made herself, but certainly not a gift she would refuse. "Yes, I think it will." She said, taking it without thanks; this was a deal after all, no favours. "Is there anything else you want? It'll cost you something else." the Resurrected Sword
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05-04-2019, 07:28 PM
Seamstress
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05-06-2019, 04:42 PM
Jiao Your clothes never wear as well the next day And your hair never falls in quite the same way You never seem to run out of things to say It seemed Deimos wasn't done asking her things, which Jiao was fine with; the more essentially free supplies she could grab the better. Slinging the fabric on her back, looping it through the straps of her little bag, she shrugged as he asked what else she wanted. She'd decide depending on the size of the question he asked. "Weeeell. I don't fully know, because I'm just a seamstress. Not that it's a 'just' kind of thing, but I mean I don't deal with all the....punchy stuff." She said the last two words with a clear distain. Jiao was certainly not kind, but she had never been violent. "But if your friends are in The Pit, they're going to be food." Jiao mimed a large monstrous chewing, clacking her teeth, a childish action completely inappropriate for the tone of her revelation. "Dunno when, though." the Resurrected Sword
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05-06-2019, 10:14 PM
Seamstress
Age: 53 | Height: 4'6" | Race: Fae | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 3 - Strg: 12 - Dext: 12 - Endr: 11 - Luck: 14 - Int:
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05-11-2019, 04:12 PM
Jiao Your clothes never wear as well the next day And your hair never falls in quite the same way You never seem to run out of things to say Jiao couldn't help but giggle at the growling, angry tone of voice Deimos turned to; partly a reaction of fear but also because his sheer aggression was so amusing to her in the full context of what was happening. Gosh, perhaps this was why Delah and her cronies did things their way, to bring such funny reactions out of strange humans. "To Tulmhainar. He's gonna be so excited at all the new food." She nodded. "But I can't tell you anymore than that. After all, surprises are fun, right? And what point is a rescue mission where you know if you'll find a corpse or not? It's all in the mystery." This was a survival tactic. The Fae could not lie, which meant choosing words that fit around the truth, cutting stories short. "Soooooo how about you just owe me a favour for that, and I'll be on my way?" the Resurrected Sword
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05-11-2019, 11:59 PM
Seamstress
Age: 53 | Height: 4'6" | Race: Fae | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 3 - Strg: 12 - Dext: 12 - Endr: 11 - Luck: 14 - Int:
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05-15-2019, 10:21 PM
Jiao Your clothes never wear as well the next day And your hair never falls in quite the same way You never seem to run out of things to say The iron giant before her seemed to crack just a little and Jiao took a moment of joy in it, though there was guilt in her too; for both betraying her home village and for not being able to help more. She was stuck between two dilemmas and didn't have enough of a moral compass for either of them, so she simply stayed quiet and watch him go through his thoughts. Finally he thanked her and she nodded. "I will. I...think you will find your friends." With this vague but true statement given she took a couple of steps back, then flitted into the trees, clutching the fabric she had been given in her arms. | ||||||
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