how long will you scream at the walls
Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster

Age: 33 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Hybrid | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo
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DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
I don’t know, I don’t know; a broken record that embodied where a multitude of them stood now. They didn’t know how to combat Zariah’s forces. They didn’t know how to make the world any better, as they were all slowly, painfully, strangled by her noose. They didn’t know what the future held, when they were all knotted, gnarled, and frayed. Perhaps her admission was enough now though - uncertain of where they lie now a warning, an omen, and he quickly clenched his jaw tight again, afraid to give anything else away. How potent were these spells, these invocations, if that was what truly had her bound? Or was there something deeper, something more sinister, traversing, laying the groundwork for more intervals, for more information, for some embodiment of codes and listening? It was a paranoid strand, but something he’d have to consider: which was sad, which was disappointing, when the notion sizzled and sparked: that he might not be able to trust her. His eyes, relentless and derisive, softened only a bit when glancing back upon her, one of his oldest friends, trapped and ensnared, ensconced and held by the bitter, rancorous unknown, and he didn’t know what to do. This wasn’t like Helovia, where he could have sunk his sword into a adversary’s chest and been done with the whole affair: there were more strings attached, more filaments, more unforeseen circumstances and conclusions. He so wished he could’ve waged war with knives and cutlasses, with rapiers and sedition, the sizzling of insurrection brewing in his veins. “If you are working for her, are you required to report everything you see and learn?” The inquiry held there, in the shadows, in the darkness, brooding as an agonizing figure, needing to understand if there was a traitor’s gallows slinking and serpentining around now too – and if these mistakes had simply increased twofold.

It was all shrugs and defeat (something that made his hands ball into fists, still stretched across his chest, folded over so she couldn’t see the frustrations ebbing and flowing), a miniscule voice and contemplation, a blocking of magic. “I can create things, but not to that extent.” He hadn’t grown in that capacity yet, hadn’t wielded more than simpler objects, sometimes bigger, sometimes grander, but naught enhanced and pervaded with their own touch of enchantments. “Remi can,” he added – but that would be one more thing on the alchemist’s lengthy list. Perhaps it was too late anyway, and they were merely grasping at straws, incapable of holding on to any.
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how long will you scream at the walls - by Deimos - 07-07-2019, 12:51 AM
RE: how long will you scream at the walls - by Deimos - 07-13-2019, 11:58 PM

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