[seasonal event] arise from the dust
for Kiada
Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
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#1
Deimos
A continuation of another cycle immersed from the doom and gloom, wayward ideas extended to the Harpy to stave off the calamity, the acrimony, behind each of their eyes, open defiance of brooding contortions for something better, something brighter. On wings and plumes, he’d traversed along intervals of outskirts and other regions, searching for things to uproot and replant in the Shield’s garden, as he’d done in the past, though his efforts, after secrets pressed and unfolded, hadn’t been as furtive as he believed. For the most part, they marched and flew with intentions of surprise; eventual upheaval and discovery a given, but with a mismatched emblem of duplicity lingering underneath.

Sharpened, keen, eagle eyes had spotted a particular flower – familiar, with an aching awareness of where their seeds, their pollen, their nectar, might have once come from – diving down and procuring its stalk, pulling along roots, dragging it between talons. Before long, there were others in clusters, and he’d gathered as much as he could. Then there were more, more, more in his sights, not enough space in his claws – and unleashed from nearby, birds on branches tumbled forth, following his efforts with enthusiasm.

Perplexing; but he’d take it.

So they followed back to the outskirts of the garden, and he intended to dive down amongst them in hushed, silent irreverence – stealthy glances back and forth from windows, presuming Kiada would do the same. Then he shifted back to human form, obliging the birds and their wares with a grateful nod, gathering the alpine flowers in their violet petals into a suitable pile, trowels and gloves appearing in his hands.
Out of sight and out of mind
Make everything alright
So let the sky and sea collide
Just not in our lifetime
Kiada Njovu-Reyes
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#2
if through some miracle, you are granted the chance to see him again
whether in this life or the next
She’s gone with him, of course, trying to come out of her shell. But she’d be lying if she said feeling the sun on her face for the first time since LongNight didn’t make her feel worse about the failure of her quest. To become stronger, to do better, to go back next year and try again. At least, given the opportunity to plant something will help keep her mind off of it. And she’s grateful for it, in the end, diving on wings of white and black to grasp flowers in her talons too, diving to follow Deimos and the rest of their flock to Amalia’s garden.

But they have to be sneaky about it, hoping to surprise Amalia with their work. And she, too, scopes out the windows and doors, waiting to see a shadow or a face in quiet surprise as she adds her uprooted flowers to the pile before shifting to herself and stepping up beside Deimos, looking up to him with a dark raised brow. “When did you learn you could do that?” She asks quietly, having recalled Amalia do a similar thing. And the last time she had tried to do the same, she’d found out about her caracal form.

It felt like lifetimes ago, now.

Still, she grabs the gloves and a trowel from Deimos, slipping them on and kneeling among the soft, cold earth when she finds a place that’s not inhabited already, and begins to dig.
you are, and always shall be, his
KIADA
Kiada has a large X scar on the right side of her neck.
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Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster

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#3
Deimos
Hands busy, mind busy, enthralled and enamored with granting and consecrating instead of taking, of burning, of billowing foundations down into the ground – eyes surreptitiously scanning back and forth again – was enough to anoint some sense of ease into their actions. He wasn’t going to meander in the angst and throes here, not in the melancholy brambles, not while the rest of the things around him were striving to grow, attempting to renew themselves after the winter’s reign; forging on ahead instead of staring discontentment straight in the face. Kiada reprised her role in secretive, taciturn wiles, and for a few moments all was calm in his movements, crouching, trowel sinking into the earth, churning and turning over soil, placing the flowers in gently, and then maneuvering the loam back over its new sanction.

Her inquiry bounded along his senses, gave him pause as his glance riveted back to the birds as they took flight, their tiny project done and complete. He didn’t really understand much of the motions at all – a bending of his will, a command at his mouth, but silent and feral in their demands; not unlike crowns and titles, but without a throne, a scepter, a land embodying his requests. Perhaps it was just another portion to strength, powers continuing to brim to the surface with no explanation except time and necessity. “When we came out of the library, and I could not find Zuriel.” Out along the Spire steps, again, that haunted barricade of stone and enigmas, everything starting and ending there. In his rage, in his apprehension, the birds had appeared, gliding out of bushes and flickering off into the forest to find his companion. His piercing gaze landed upon her thereafter, as if searching for something out of her depths, out of her consternation, but not summoning the rites to voice it. The question lingered elsewhere. “Can you?” She’d been Attuned far longer than himself; wouldn’t be surprised if she could assemble a whole flock of fellow harpies from the ether and off into their next adventure.
Out of sight and out of mind
Make everything alright
So let the sky and sea collide
Just not in our lifetime
Kiada Njovu-Reyes
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#4
if through some miracle, you are granted the chance to see him again
whether in this life or the next
Digging deep into the soil, she turns it over into a small pile to the side while she preps it and the surrounding area for the flowers to go into. Her question is aired, as she packs the earth around the hole she’s dug, before his explanation comes. A small nod is given as her brows furrow. “Oh. It feels different, I imagine?” A small question, not sure what exactly it felt like, but appreciating it all the same that he has enjoyed everything the attuned have to offer.

She’s only maybe a small amount jealous.

His inquiry to her causes a small smile to bloom on her face as she shakes her head, standing to grab her first flower, returning to her hole to plant it in and ensure the roots are sturdy and fine. “No. Last time I tried, I found out about my caracal shift.” She offers, looking sideways to him with the same smile on her face. “I can’t talk to you guys yet when I’m not in my forms, either. I look forward to doing that, though.” She shrugs lightly. Something to look forward to, at the very least.

It’s not like she has much anymore.
you are, and always shall be, his
KIADA
Kiada has a large X scar on the right side of her neck.
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Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster

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#5
Deimos
He mulled over the question for a moment, repeating movements and motions, scooping out bits of earth, placing roots and stalks within, and then gently closing up the abyss. “Yes,” he finally agreed, brows still furrowed in the contemplation. He’d always been aware of his enchantments, of his incantations, a command, a demand, from his figure, brandished, applied, and executed at his will. Life drain had been as much a part of him as the mountains, as war, as invasions, as plotting machinations and fanning flames; provocations in the midst of grander, greater ambitions. The Attuned contortions were fresh, new, and sometimes entirely foreign, no explanations given, brandished from his blood with nothing otherwise noted except his imminent confusion. “It is like I have no control over it.” Yet; because he wouldn’t readily admit his lack of contortions without that semblance – eternally bound for dominance, sway, authority, and power. “It just happens.” Or perhaps he just didn’t know where or what he was applying yet – bewildering, confusing, but respected and honored nonetheless.

He somehow managed to garner a smile, so he returned it, small and finite, and there all the same; remnants of times before ghosts and failures. “Soon.” A promise, of her strength and accord, not pressing any further than that – palms back into the soil, into the dirt, somewhat furtive, duplicitous again in his foils and planning, tired and fatigued of the constant melancholy and angst surrounding all of them (would eternally admit at least half was his own). On a completely reserved entanglement of his features, as if they rendered no hostility, no acrimony, no piece or portion of mischief, he accidentally loosened a piece of soil, a little mud, from his hands in a rough movement, watching form the corner of his eye as it spiraled towards her.
Out of sight and out of mind
Make everything alright
So let the sky and sea collide
Just not in our lifetime
Kiada Njovu-Reyes
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#6
if through some miracle, you are granted the chance to see him again
whether in this life or the next
The Harpy misses her magic so intently, that she can’t help but to nod when he mentions it feels different. But he expands as she plants her flower and starts to put the dirt back into the hole, mixing it around with a small amount of more fertile soil, as she frowns to his response. “Hmm.” She replies thoughtfully, thankful for the distraction, something to pull her mind away from the shadows hiding nearby. “I bet it was surprising… Getting all these shifts and abilities so quickly.” She admits, looking to him as she moves down slightly to begin digging another hole. “You’ve managed it well.” There’s a hint of amusement there.

He promises her that she’ll be able to do it soon, and she nods. That’s her entire goal now, to get stronger and better before next LongNight. To stand a chance, this time, to grow and practice, train and become attuned to her shifts and which work best in certain scenarios. “I hope so. I look forward to it.” She mentions offhandedly, putting more dirt in a pile to the side as she grabs another flower. But as she does, a fleck of mud flies toward her (possibly on accident, probably not) and it lands perfectly on her cheekbone.

She’s surprised for a brief moment, before she can’t help the laughter of surprise that leaves her, and she lifts a flower in one hand, a bit of mud in the other, and flings it toward him before scurrying back to her little planting place. It feels good to forget, to stop wallowing, and she's sure she'll regret her pause in sulking eventually... But for now? Now it feels nice.
you are, and always shall be, his
KIADA
Kiada has a large X scar on the right side of her neck.
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster

Age: 33 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Hybrid | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo
Level: 14 - Strg: 72 - Dext: 72 - Endr: 73 - Luck: 80 - Int: 3
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#7
Deimos
Deimos had no explanation other than time or strength in accordance with the movement, the growth of magic and its many refrains and stanzas. He’d asked others before, considered the hows, the whys, the rituals required and needed for expansion – in Helovia, it had been simply gained either through one’s birth, or along the way, general musings granted by gods feeling altruistic (rare), or another unearthly, bizarre connotation. Here, it didn’t seem to matter – no one muted, no one defied, no one squandered or forgotten, able to dig deep and relish their abilities to a heightened level, new discoveries, new methods, new machinations all the time. “Yes,” he applied, surprising, bewildering, but something he savored, and relished with each passing day. Power, potential, and prowess had been at the root of him, at the core of him, since the moment he’d picked up a sword on sandy training grounds, or bit into the wake of the incantations collected and contorted in his soul. Her amusement was notched with a raising of his brow; because there had been moments where he’d sunk into their expanse and hadn’t intended to escape (fire, conflagration). He beseeched a tiny ember to flicker over his palm, and then naught more; idle smirks drifting along his mouth in the ensuing silence.

The mountain nodded at her proclamation, enjoying the sound of ambition instead of the funneling wake of disaster, of ruin, of the way they were often defeated. Kiada had never been a being he thought to collapse – but worlds rocked and marred so often had their way of beleaguering the strongest of cretins and creatures, no matter how much fire, how much fuel, how much irreverence they held. His answering smile was encouragement enough, an emboldened, audacious thing; not riddled by the rancor, defiant to the last.

The following round of laughter, brought on completely by accidental, coincidental motives, flickered and bounded, resided in the depths of his growing, mischievous ends. There wasn’t even a semblance of surprise when the rebuttal arrived, flung and striking him down the center of his brow, sliding down the length of his nose. He snorted and chuckled, before ricocheting again, the poor flowers briefly forgotten in the broadening wake of devilry and amusement – palms curling over a mound of mud and soil before launching it solely at her crouched form.
Out of sight and out of mind
Make everything alright
So let the sky and sea collide
Just not in our lifetime
Kiada Njovu-Reyes
Hollowed Grounds Registrar

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#8
if through some miracle, you are granted the chance to see him again
whether in this life or the next
More training, more and more practice, and perhaps something else to put her mind to other than wallowing might get her stronger and better – more able to do things, like Amalia can, like Deimos can. It’s a small goal, but one she focuses on when it comes to a new plan for her life. To become better, more rounded, able to do more than one thing. A small mercy among the frustration of the rest of everything that’s happening and happened.

Still, she’s surprised and amused when the mud comes flying over to her. The huff of laughter that leaves her, the mud that she throws toward him is reflected on the grin that he gives her in back. And gods when the mud lands right smack on his forehead, she can’t help the snort that erupts. She forgets her flower, slipping back into the mud and becoming a quite easy target for the mud that splatters along her neck and chest as she cackles.

For a moment, she tries to catch her breath, to ground herself again, but she finds the image of the mud smacking against his brow too good of a memory to forget so soon, and she goes to wipe the mud away in forms of war paint before she grabs another, shakily because laughter still racks through her body, and tosses it back over to him – without aim. It’ll probably miss, but her laughter and amusement with the initial attack is too good.
you are, and always shall be, his
KIADA
Kiada has a large X scar on the right side of her neck.
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster

Age: 33 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Hybrid | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo
Level: 14 - Strg: 72 - Dext: 72 - Endr: 73 - Luck: 80 - Int: 3
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#9
Deimos
They had likely lost all semblance of duplicity, quiet, and hushed connotations, the essence of surprise gone and lost in the traversing of amusement, in the divesting of the melancholy folded and flooded over their lives. It was an eternal, clinging aptitude, to those of their nature, to sink into the marrow, into the muck, into the mire, of their despair, root around in its depths until they withered, decayed, or learned to live again. He’d done it so many times that it had almost become a pattern, a ritual, to find the angst, the despair, and trip over its treads, to immerse his frame, his figure, his thoughts, into its consternation and rebellion.

But this – this was better.

The notches of forlorn, dejected, despondency couldn’t reach him here, in the beckoning groves of gardens and newfound plant-life, in the ridiculous insurgency of mud flung and landed. They weren’t blades, they weren’t knives, they weren’t daggers, but it was something beyond travesty and ruin. He chuckled at her war paint addition, and took to the cause, fingers elongating the muddy lines so they were fully across his brows, and then engulfing the bridge of his nose, looking like some manifested demon, some soldier who’d lost his comrades in the midst of camouflage. Her next assault launched and clipped over the edges of his right shoulder, leaving a spatter, marks of rebellion, tilting his head to listen to the sounds of her laughter. Perhaps that was all they needed.

His hands dove back into the sludge and silt, Cheshire grin still fully intact. This time he truly aimed; locked and loaded into precise calculations, eyes narrowing briefly to ascertain his next target, before unleashing a wave of the dripping loam, hoping it caused some streak to land near her shoulders or neck again.
Out of sight and out of mind
Make everything alright
So let the sky and sea collide
Just not in our lifetime
Kiada Njovu-Reyes
Hollowed Grounds Registrar

Age: 30 | Height: 5’7 | Race: Ancient | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
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#10
if through some miracle, you are granted the chance to see him again
whether in this life or the next
Warpaint for a friendly battle is all it seems to take to break out of the ice she’s cocooned herself into. Her smile grows brighter as he mimics her, spreading the mud along his brow in a sort of cross-like appearance, and she gives him a very predatory grin. Her ball of mud goes flying, clipping his shoulder and splattering more along his person while she cackles like some sort of lost hyena.

But she calms as he focuses again, hands diving back into the mud to grab a handful of it – and she can tell that he’s aiming, focusing on her despite her attempts to hide – and she watches it sail, spiraling over itself as it narrows in on her. It doesn’t hit her where he planned, but it hits her directly in her chest – hard enough that some of the air is knocked out of her as she laughs in surprise.

Hey!” She quips after him, brushing off the mud from her sternum before she focuses on Deimos again with a predators eye, shifting to her vulture form and grabbing a clump of mud in her talons and aiming to soar above him and drop it upon him.
you are, and always shall be, his
KIADA
Kiada has a large X scar on the right side of her neck.
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster

Age: 33 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Hybrid | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo
Level: 14 - Strg: 72 - Dext: 72 - Endr: 73 - Luck: 80 - Int: 3
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#11
Deimos
More mud was made into ensuing symbols, a raw chuckle as the muck drenched across his shoulder and reigning down the length of his arms were drawn, outlined, and sketched into little snowflakes; shapes elongated to emphasize regions of his colder, calculating regions of worth. Despite Jigano’s insistence upon his artistic qualities, their haphazard mire displays left a lot to be desired – but perhaps, better representations of life instead of primordial blood and ichor stains, gifts of the battlefield. Her cackles were worth the siege of terror, the volleys of silly, foolish interludes; the beast would rather listen to those decibels than the echoing throng of LongNight’s mercurial torrents for centuries to come. Joy and amusements never seemed to stick as long as every other rumination, left aside when treachery stalked and ached; perhaps they could fill the gaping void now, with ridiculous antics and festive celebration – a release of primeval heartaches. At her quick quip, a sharper inhale of breath, he raised his head from beyond the green stalks and garden preludes, the challenge and instigation crackling between them. “Too much?” He provoked, he teased, he incensed, before ducking down further, trusting she’d inform him if his efforts became more than she could handle, more than what she craved.

It didn’t seem to matter anyway; the Harpy had vengeance planned and orchestrated, and no amount of crouching into brush and herbs would save him from her onslaught. The beast attempted his best, but at her soaring, and then the sudden descent of the silt, dirt, and puddle assignations, there was only a cascade of earth showered down upon his form, plunging along his neck and head. Snorting, laughing, and then shaking his cranium, rather than following and taking to the skies, the General reached forward and grabbed hold of nearest puddle, tightening it into a ball in his grip. Then, he shifted, turned, to witness, watch, scrutinize her movements; maneuvering beneath her wake as if it were target practice, though only slightly more innocent in his exploits, drawing his arm back, launching scattered muck and mud towards her gliding form.
Out of sight and out of mind
Make everything alright
So let the sky and sea collide
Just not in our lifetime
Kiada Njovu-Reyes
Hollowed Grounds Registrar

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#12
if through some miracle, you are granted the chance to see him again
whether in this life or the next
A croon of warning is sent to Deimos, amusement shifting through the bond between them as if to challenge him and say that it’s absolutely not enough. That he’d have to do much more to her than coat her in mud and a few small bruises of hidden rockery. The distraction is welcome enough, the fun of the game is lightening the shadows of her heart and her eyes, and she can feel herself growing happier second after second as she soars into the sky and lets the mud slip from her talons, watching it shower down below.

He’s a bit big of a target to be hiding beneath bushes and hope he doesn’t get hit.

Still, she’s amused immensely, at least for the time being until he grabs a ball of mud and settles back, ready to launch it into the sky at her. She tries to evade, swinging deep on one wing before the ball of mud nails her right in her chest feathers. And hard too, and it coats her feathers, making it nearly impossible for her to continue flying and so she manages to turn just enough to head toward him, shifting into herself and aiming to land her body right into him – mud and all.

That was a bit much, if you ask me.” She teases, despite her lips curling in a smile of amusement.
you are, and always shall be, his
KIADA
Kiada has a large X scar on the right side of her neck.
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
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the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster

Age: 33 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Hybrid | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo
Level: 14 - Strg: 72 - Dext: 72 - Endr: 73 - Luck: 80 - Int: 3
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#13
Deimos
It wasn’t any sort of malicious laughter bounding and leaping from his chest, but it was incredibly amused, the kind that might have roared into full-blown torrents and fits if he wasn’t trying to keep somewhat quiet. The notions of it had gone out of the window long before, but her amusement, and his, were such small, meager crumbs against every other damned onslaught; so he really, truly, didn’t care. Lost amongst the ridiculous antics, the mischief, the devilry, his latest volley pinned along her feathers and chest, and any other idiotic moron lobbing mud balls at those considered friends and family might’ve cheered or whooped.

Instead the attuned bond crackled and seared with an obvious smug outlook.

Which died and faded soon after her tactics and plans altered – he had half a second to witness her shift into her own human form, flesh and blood instead of plumes and talons, before reality sunk in. She intended to plummet into him, descend, smash, and crash.

He could’ve been very rude and merely stepped aside, witness her fall, tumble into the garden or mud, become gravely injured, wounded, or hurt due to their rampant stupidity.

But ever the Sword, he shook his head, anticipating the pending doom, and raised his arms to catch. His legs settled into the earth, grounding machinations long since honed in war efforts and tides, as she dove, as she sailed through the air, as he sighed, bracing for impact; snagging before she could ricochet and bound off the earth, sending him down, suddenly sitting in the mud, soil, and loam on a puff of laughter and sharp exhalation. No harm, no foul, really, a soft landing, and she was somewhere draped over his shoulder. Then he dropped her on a hapless shrug.
Out of sight and out of mind
Make everything alright
So let the sky and sea collide
Just not in our lifetime
Kiada Njovu-Reyes
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#14
if through some miracle, you are granted the chance to see him again
whether in this life or the next
Oh she absolutely intends to barrel into him. Flesh and bone, careening through the sky to hopefully aim and land on the Reaper turned Sword. She can feel the moment the reality sets in, as through the bond it becomes something akin to the reality that she could just crash hard upon the still cold, slightly frozen mud, or into him, soft and warm and welcoming.

She’s mostly just done it to be a little shit.

But it works, and she snickers quietly with the result as she lands with a puff of air that escapes her lungs as she crashes into his hard shoulder, and before she has a moment to gather herself, to cling to him to not have him drop her, he does. And she collides a lot easier with the ground this time, another puff of air leaving her despite rolling onto her back and laughing lightly.

I knew you wouldn’t let me fall.” She teases with a wink, giving into her laughter.
you are, and always shall be, his
KIADA
Kiada has a large X scar on the right side of her neck.
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3


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