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Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
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#15
Deimos
Deimos snorted as she managed to find her way to the ground once more, the statement likely true, and he had no means to refute it. Because that’s what he’d been trying to do from the very beginning, since crowns had been thrown upon his head, since he’d taken up mantles and thrones and scepters, since he’d had to be more than military might and oblivion. The Lord of the Basin had fought with every minute, complex, or malicious motion in his body, attempting to protect, to guard, to hasten danger away from those beneath his wake, his prowess, his power; and old habits, despite lifetimes separating the Reaper, the Sword, never quite died. There he’d been a monster, breaking down ramparts and fortifications, breathing demise in every inch of his form, of his existence, until the day he breathed his last. Here, he wasn’t quite sure. His gaze drifted back over to her, the arch in his brow returned, the smirk clambering back along his mouth, even amidst the ridiculous amount of mud clinging to his face, clothes, and everywhere in between.

“I try not to.” Was all he could derive and answer, quip in return, because she’d known. She’d always known.

Then he leaned back, arms stretched out behind him, glance lifted briefly to the sky, permitting them a chance to catch their breath before some other ridiculous thing occurred. It seemed to saunter back to the alpine flowers they’d planted though, still alive, still whole, still well, despite the antics, the mischief, coiled and unfurled around them. “What is the first thing you want to do when we reach the mountains?” The question reeled from his mouth with convictions, with rich, absolute certainty, that they would touch the tangible summits, the unattainable peaks from pictures and portals, its call, its pull, far too strong.
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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#16
if through some miracle, you are granted the chance to see him again
whether in this life or the next
A hum of laughter is easily added to Deimos’ answer. Because she’s always known that he has her back – that he wouldn’t let her fall, at least not without helping her get back up again. And perhaps that’s what this was, an attempt to help her raise herself back up when she’d fallen during LongNight. An attempt to recreate the fiery fury that made the Harpy a powerful force.

Still, she’s covered in mud now and doesn’t particularly care at all – the flowers having been planted, mud balls thrown and strewn about, and Deimos there – looking peaceful in a sense as he catches his breath, blue gaze lingering on the sky. And she joins him, huddling up beside him among the mud and stretching back to watch the clouds dance across the sky.

A question that gives her pause, but crooks the corner of her lip up as she contemplates. “Is it childish of me to say that the first first thing I want to do is make a snow angel?” She admits with a quiet, childish grin. “But then I want to see if they have the aurora like we had back home.
you are, and always shall be, his
KIADA
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the Resurrected Sword
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#17
Deimos
The calm before or after the storm; their mercurial, tempestuous marks clinging in waves of mud and muck, the ether of LongNight long since established, and the formidable future strewn about in the collective unknown – it was likely the only repose they’d have for a while. Because that was how their lives threaded through these sanctions, brief, brief, brief intervals of sanctums and sanctuaries, the notion of breaths without cumbersome, weighty loads, before the next slide of dominion, supremacy, a straightening of shoulders, spines rigid and taut, waiting for the next blow. He’d faced an enormous amount of onslaughts, and so had she; strong and enduring, persevering and fortifying, pondering what the next cataclysm would be, and how they’d defeat it. There wasn’t a question of if or when; defiance and sedition a funneling in their blood, how they had remained for so long amongst mountain ranges, and spiraled into other worlds.

Which were poignant fringes now, ever since they’d seen them, lived them, breathed them in Safrin’s library, in the pages of books, on labyrinthine clouds and billowing fog, spirals of the World’s Edge haunting his ichor. Whether or not it would all come together remained to be seen; not a master of foretelling or foreboding, playing along the regions of the unknown like the rest of the void, abyss, and world, biding his time, stalking the plains, tracing the shadows.

At her childish dreams the beast only smiled; they’d already played amidst the mischief, the crag, the ruin of anything resembling mature inclinations. Utterly juvenile, it’d been a play into something other than devastation, readily taken, grasped, held, with avaricious, rapacious ends. His eyes still remained on the sky, on the clouds, on things that might break the horizon – pointed peaks and endless, wintery winds, chilling, bestial airs, a whisper of things they once had. “Or a lake. Hot springs.” The beast shrugged, as if they didn’t matter, when they did, they did, they did – pieces and fragments of the past. He didn’t expect that world to be the same, and he didn’t linger on the probability of dashed hopes: just the potential, just the prowess.
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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#18
if through some miracle, you are granted the chance to see him again
whether in this life or the next
She thinks of everything the Basin had to offer, how her favorites had been the aurora and the snow – how the land had held so many firsts for her – some of them her last. She doesn’t dwell on it much, not for long when the possibilities could be so endless with Halo. She doesn’t truly know where to start, and she’s thankful for Deimos’ quiet reminder, a quiet presence but one that listened, that understood, even if he didn’t talk much at all.

Her eyes find the sky as well, watching the clouds as she props her head with her mud covered hands, not caring anymore if she’s covered in mud and dirty. They’d planted, they’d played in the mud, and now they could lay back and catch their breaths and share their dreams. And she feels so much lighter with the aspect, the prospect of what all they could see. “I’d kill someone for a good hot springs right now.” She agrees quietly, a quiet laugh leaving her.

I want to be bundled up in furs, in our homes along the mountainside, watching the snow fall and the lake not freeze. Ever. And I want to have festivals again.” She recalls her first festival, the one Deimos had noticed her, had rewarded her for her work. How special it had been, at least at first until she’d found out Kianzo had gone missing. And my, how quickly joy could turn to sorrow.
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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#19
Deimos
It was odd to reminisce without ghosts brimming on the edge of his eyes; poignant little minstrels and sirens of primordial, arcane yesteryears, pressing in on his skull and instigating a refrain. But now the clouds held none of their whispers and unbidden growls, and he could breathe, could remember, worlds with dazzling, blending hues, heavens that never ended, summits with crowns and mountains with thrones, glacial walls keeping the rest of the earth at bay. Something worth guarding. Something worth protecting. What they’d find within Halo was anyone’s guess – the portal pages could only show so much – and the notion of hot springs, of an existence beneath its expanse, was a press of a dream, the soothing coil of an ambition. “We shall see.” He paused, not wanting to destroy the moment, the careful, plotting hopes, the faith in steadfast regions, but there were other things out there, other synapses and notions to deal with. “Your mother told me Zariah is there.” As if they couldn’t find bliss without another obstacle. As if they couldn’t fathom any sensation of enjoyment and contentment without another trial, another tribulation. Maybe she wouldn’t be.

But all of them knew better.

Mud-stained and dirty, but utterly indifferent to the way the sludge, silt, and dirt clung to his clothing, he listened again, eyes only flickering back over to her at the indication of festivals. “Illynx only had me guard those.” Not a grand participant, favoring the shadows, protecting and forging onward. “I found Fiat Lux pleasant.” He shrugged, but the winsome boundaries of his smile spoke of other things; flower crowns and silly, ridiculous, mischievous dances, confessions beneath the wake of foolishness, grateful, beatific reaches he’d never though he’d know or understand. Whether or not they’d find anything amidst the summits, dipped and delved into such natures, would remain to be seen again – the unknown’s casting shades.
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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#20
if through some miracle, you are granted the chance to see him again
whether in this life or the next
She listens to him, imagining the clouds shifting into shapes, into rabbits or birds as they float on the wind, offering a light muddy shrug at the mention that they’d see. They certainly would, wouldn’t they? But she pauses in her thoughts, head turning to look at him when he tells her that Rexanna had told him that Zariah is there, and her lip quirks briefly in distaste. “Ugh.” A quiet whine. “I bet it’ll be difficult to get ahold of with her there.” But she’d been training, been working hard. And Zariah wasn’t a creature of LongNight with souls to guard and take, with wings to sore above the skies with.

The mention of Illynx, however, distracts her and she keeps her gaze on him for a moment. She never knew the story of Illynx, never knew how the Basin worked before she or her mother had gotten there. At the mention of Fiat Lux however, she snorts, sighing back into the mud and looking back to the skies. “That’s because you and Amalia realized you loved each other.” She teases, a smirk crossing her face. “So it’s sweet to you.” She says, giving a knowing look to the skies that she hides from him.

Personally it had too many flowers for my taste.” She recalls the flower crown tossed to her, placed upon her head and rolls her eyes lightly. Amused.
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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#21
Deimos
The notion that Zariah was there, in the midst of something great, grand, and glimmers of the past, was an irritating, vexing thing. It wasn’t going to stop him – very few moments or people would - but it remained as an irksome venture in the back of his mind, memories of the summer before heightening and coiling along his mind. They’d all had their fair share of scheming, of tactics, of Machiavellian diatribes, tucked away in a basement, plotting disaster, ruin, and sedition, before more and more seconds, instances, and snippets fell apart, unwinding, unfurling pinnacles of the unknown from every corner, from every sanction. They’d been rid of her perhaps through luck, or as it was now, some other orchestrated device. His focus chiseled its way to the clouds again, but the conviction, the promise, the pledge, the vow, sparked and sizzled along the searing of his tongue; a proclamation the girl would eternally understand. “She has her ways. But we have ours.” They wouldn’t be conquered again.

If Kiada had any inquiries about Illynx, she didn’t share them; Deimos had a wealth of knowledge on the formidable woman, and while they’d frequently out-stubborned, exasperated, and brought out contemptuous wrath upon one another, they’d also worked in tandem for the Basin – strength and fortitude and might. She simply hadn’t wanted him standing in Psyche’s place. Another catastrophic emblem in the series and cycles of Basin legends.

He only smirked at her teasing, shrugging, accepting the nuances and remarks, because they were true and he had no intention of fighting them off, snorting only at her insinuation of too many flowers. If he could wear an abundance of petaled-crowns (and never with the weight of a kingdom), she could endure too. “We shall find even more for you then.”
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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#22
if through some miracle, you are granted the chance to see him again
whether in this life or the next
She has her ways. But we have ours.” And she wonders if truer words have been spoken in the expanse since LongNight. That regardless of what foes, what terrible people they met and crossed when it came to Caido, that they’d always manage a way to land on top. Her head tilts upwards, watching the sky further, icy gaze narrowing on the clouds as though she can imagine the aurora behind them, waiting for the world to get dark enough to show a small amount of their beautiful lights.

She knows nothing of Illynx, however, and contemplates asking about it – but it falters when she teases him, a taunt. Of course that festival would mean something to him, and to her? She had spent it with a flower crown on her head, eating, watching the Shield and Sword align to take on the world, to take on Caido and gods and things beyond it. A light smile curls the corner of her lip up as she shrugs. “More?” More flowers? For her? She snorts and shakes her head, turning to look at him. “I hope they have thorns. Lots of them. So I can headbutt you and stab you with them.” A toothy grin is sent his way with the incapable of keeping threat.
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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the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster

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#23
Deimos
The lines of the Basin, the strength, the accord, the malice, the menace, rooted into their bones was hard to escape – except he had no intention of ever evading their tactics and ruses. They’d been an aligned force towards the end of his life amongst the pillars of snow and ice; rooting and demolishing, extending their ramparts, barricades, and devious, manipulative means into kingdoms and worlds. It was sedition and revolution and beautiful, glorious disaster; exactly what he’d wanted to do and orchestrate when Zariah’s threshold and measures became too great, too overbearing, too much for their rebellious glory. But with Halo – who knew what would be around the corner, along the summits, and within intervals of winter’s vestiges.

Crowns of thorns instead of flowers – he rolled his eyes in her direction, a goading, inciteful display again, as if to tease and taunt is that all you have? curled in their piercing formation. There was a snort imbedded in there too, amongst the other preambles and perhaps an inclination over their worth. “What did I do to deserve that?” A light shrug, but a further molding of some other insinuations; if there was more than just provocations in the toothy grin, if there were failures existing he was unaware of, hadn’t understood, hadn’t seen, hadn’t strived to do enough, lingering in between throes and throngs and entirely too many LongNight debacles.
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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#24
if through some miracle, you are granted the chance to see him again
whether in this life or the next
Oh, she sees him roll his eyes, and her smile turns positively predatory in nature at the taunting. She has more, but she quells it deep within her as she focuses on the man laying beside her, a father figure, her fatherly figure while her own had disappeared among many of the other names and people that had been there in her life at one point. “Oh, you know.” She says, turning her head back to the sky to look at the clouds, hands extended out in front of her as she inspects her fingers and nails next.

Generally just giving me shit all the time. Making me wear flower crowns.” She lists off a few before she turns her head to him with a brighter smile and a tilt to her head. “That’s being nice, though. Only a headbutt with a crown of thorns.” She teases, giving him a wink as she settles along the mud and grins widely, feeling far freer than she had in the last few days. “Could be much worse.
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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#25
Deimos
It turns out to be innocent follies, if there was ever anything truly innocent about Kiada, juvenile tactics that nearly ensued, invoked, and provoked another eye roll. He settled for a rumble of a snort instead, gaze cast upon the earth, then lifting back to the sky, to the point of treetops and canopies in the distance, the peaceful platitudes of gardens and bakeries, before the coming of whatever inevitable thing scorched and bludgeoned next. Her next statement was utterly ridiculous, the pot calling the kettle black, the arch to his brow saying as much. “If I have to wear one, then you should too.” The beast had managed to acquire several rows of blossoms and petals last year, though most had been out of mischief, and then stealing them from other individuals, games sprung upon the populace. If she did actually manage to headbutt him, he’d likely deliver some other punishment and vengeance; and the youth would know it too – neither the Sword, nor the Reaper, capable of permitting actions without repercussions and consequences. “We will see.” Perhaps she would be rendered much worse in the thick of devilry and antics. Perhaps it wouldn’t really matter, and just the chance, the opportunity, for peace, repose, and sanctuaries again would be enough for all of them.
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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#26
if through some miracle, you are granted the chance to see him again
whether in this life or the next
Ugh.” She whines after a moment, after he mentions that if he has to wear them then she must too. Icy eyes scan the sky before she looks over to him and rolls onto her stomach, settling so she can look at his face, a wolfish gleam to her eye and smirk that she gives him. “Okay what if I suggested we both just showed up wearing crowns of thorns?” She asks with a quiet hum of amusement. Because in the end, if she’s being honest, flowers really aren’t either of their looks. Thorns certainly fit better.

The comment he gives her about what they’d see in the future has her snorting slightly, scrunching her nose in response before she shrugs in response. “I suppose we will.” She sighs, reaching up to push some hair behind her ear, covered in mud and not caring at the end. It was… The freest she’d felt in weeks, and she only had him to thank for it. Even if she regretted the decision to let loose late at night when nobody else was around.
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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#27
Deimos
His eyes turned away from the sky now, the piercing juncture granting her full attention for the moment, snorting at her whine and the airs of petulance, listening at her suggestion with the quirk of a brow, the hint of a smile. “Do what you wish.” Since she would anyway, regardless of anyone else’s expectations – the audacity, the fire, still resting there, still strong and enduring, despite the volleys of hardship, triumphs, and defeats. Not embers. Not cinders. Conflagrations and infernos, flames simply needing a reason, a notion, all over again. Perhaps it would come with Halo. Perhaps it would come with Fiat Lux. Perhaps it would simply construct itself once more with time, with patience, with fortitude and might; strength for strength.

He finally rose from his seat along the grass and ground, brushing off some dried portions of mud, the rest still sticking to clothes and skin, wet, clustered, in hair, along fabric, distortion, chaos, and bedlam now a written crescendo upon flesh and bone. The beast proffered a hand for her to snag, pull her up from the earth. “Come on. We can try and snag some bread.” Mischievous inclinations and hints prospered along his crooked grin, before they could meander into the bakery on semblances and insinuations of devilry.
Out of sight and out of mind
Make everything alright
So let the sky and sea collide
Just not in our lifetime


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