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Rexanna De Rosieres
the Penumbra
Queen of the Hollowed Grounds

Age: 27 | Height: 5'4" | Race: Ascended x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
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am i running through that mind of yours at all?
i have big ideas for you and me
Honestly, if it weren’t for Deimos being so willing to help, Rexanna isn’t sure that things would go as smoothly as they have. At least her hands and arms work, her ribs are fixed, as is her nose, and she has managed to make it to Deimos’ door to invite him out to help her get new eyes. And of course an escort around the mud and what not that encompass the world around them now.

It’s dusk out, the sun hidden beyond the horizon but still light enough out to see quite clearly should Deimos need to. And he’s kind enough to bring her toward the Oasis as the moon begins its own illumination. “She said she needed a Magma Vermis. Alive, if I could manage it.” She snorts, nose wrinkling up as she ties her hair back.

Do you think a net would suffice?” She’s not sure, but it seems as good a guess as any.
i feel lucky, with the worst luck
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REXANNA
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Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
Militia General of the Hollowed Grounds / Guildmaster

Age: 27 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
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DEIMOS
we've all got blood on our hands
something somewhere had to die
so we could stay alive
Stalwart, steadfast, contributions of valor, honor, and some age-old primordial tactics, he was due to be the weapon, the armor, and everything else in between on the night’s knife edges. Familiar, routine, to be a stalking, predacious thing, cloaked in fringes of faults, flaws, and damnation, customary Reaper tendencies flanked in Sword convictions. His arm served as her guiding point, a silent sentinel, a towering monolith, as they contorted along boundaries; half a notion to snarl and sneer, murderous distortions, unfortunately not useful in a venture where their prey had to remain alive. As the sun knelt and the moon surfaced, they were still potential dominions in the midst, not shells or vessels of things they once were – but heightened, extended, expanded, collected affirmations of terror, anarchy, sedition, and the hidden decibels of glacial barbarity. One of them simply needed a renewal in sight.

The beast hid his disappointment in not unraveling something in pure oblivion or vehemence, the fervent sigh carved to the back of his throat, where it remained, only arching his brow as they advanced along Oasis inclines. The wrinkle to Rexanna’s nose indicated she likely thought the same; or she believed he’d probably first go in for the kill. He could nuance a different role for her though. “We can try.” A shrug, closer and closer, his eyes appealing to puddles, searching for the larger earthworms, likely increasing their threshold and territory since the latest rainstorm. Once the darkness became an absolute, he partially shifted his eyes to the tiger’s, feline enamel and layers stoking the shadows, rapacious endeavors catching hold of a wiggling formation from the corner of his eye. “Found one,” and he easily ushered her along, turning and twisting in their movements, in their heralded advance, hands already glowing with the unfurling of a net in gilded palms.
Rexanna De Rosieres
the Penumbra
Queen of the Hollowed Grounds

Age: 27 | Height: 5'4" | Race: Ascended x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
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She acutely can remember the bite to her ankle she received last time she encountered one of these worms. She also distinctly recalls the smell of cooking chicken of all things, when her fireworks had singed the flesh once upon a time. Perhaps just for the sheer idea of it, they could kill a couple of them… Nuisances that they were. Besides, many of the Naturals cooked them up for food, so what harm would really be done?

She mentions a net, however, and she pauses just enough to try and pinpoint the sound. “Alright.” She offers quietly. “Maybe kill a couple of them if they try anything.” She teases, earlier thoughts slipping through as she can hear Deimos moving around. He must have made a net, she assumes, focusing on the angle he points her to when he mentions he’s found one.

Silently, she listens to the movement of the worm in the mud, pinpointing its direction and size similar to echolocation, her hearing far better now that her eyes are gone. Hands glimmering with a bit of fire, she focuses on the location of it, trying to corral it on the sides so Deimos can have a shot to try and glance it with the net. But then, came the question, of how to keep it alive until she had all the other parts to the quest…

Something to think about. “I think I have it blocked off.” She informs him, wrists bending slightly with ease, angling the flame to herd it toward where she recalls Deimos had stood.
i feel lucky, with the worst luck
that i met you when I felt messed up
REXANNA
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Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
Militia General of the Hollowed Grounds / Guildmaster

Age: 27 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
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DEIMOS
we've all got blood on our hands
something somewhere had to die
so we could stay alive
The teasing rolled along his shoulders, an arch to his brow despite the dark, despite her blindness, indicating he would singe and kill, rip and tear, if it became a necessity. The notion of being incapable of thwarting some giant earthworms might’ve caused a massive snort – except he’d learned not to think anything on this damned earth as inept or ineffectual, something threatening lurking beneath clouds of dust, of ash, of spectral lights; he wouldn’t discount a worm thriving along the water either.

His eyes went to her fire, the attuned predilections then flickering away from it, garnering their ambience in the shadows, slow, presiding, predacious motions inclining towards the designated target, net silently unfolding in his hands. It was a rapacious stalking, hushed and vivid, a customary semblance of movement he’d adopted and adapted to within Helovia, when chasing shadows, when protecting, when patrolling, when doing anything to save anyone in his kingdom. At her actions, he nodded, not yearning to indicate any other sound, an opportunity for the worm to snag and take, wriggle, evade, and escape.

Then like a ghost, like a wraith, like a phantom, he unfurled the netting, ends weighted down, attempting to toss it over the beast, intending for gravity, aim, direction, and precision to ensure its capture.
Rexanna De Rosieres
the Penumbra
Queen of the Hollowed Grounds

Age: 27 | Height: 5'4" | Race: Ascended x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
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They have it trapped, it seems. There’s no note from Deimos that she’s fried it or that she’s missed it, and so she continues to try and herd it the best she can in the growing dark – eyes unseeing but going off of intuition to try and hear where the worms may be scurrying and hiding – all except for the one that they have targeted. And instead of the confirmation, she can hear Deimos’ toss as the net lands on the ground with a slap of mud because of their weights.

She extinguishes her fire, focusing on the sound of where the worm was to decide if they need more – before she can hear it thrashing around in the net, bouncing and angry and hissing somewhat. And Rexanna grins as she turns toward Deimos, face alight with wonder and happiness. “I think we got it?” She asks, wanting confirmation, but completely uncertain without her eyes. And she’s certainly not going to stick her hands down there to find out.

She’s not like Sam, after all.
i feel lucky, with the worst luck
that i met you when I felt messed up
REXANNA
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Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
Militia General of the Hollowed Grounds / Guildmaster

Age: 27 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
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we've all got blood on our hands
something somewhere had to die
so we could stay alive
It fought against the weights, as any living, breathing being would, and he waited, watched, for the inevitable exhaustion, or for a caged malice to spread – the hissing fury not sinking or simmering away. As Rexanna put out her flames, his attuned eyes shifted over the length of the beast, ascertaining dynamics and length. “Yes,” confirming, while his hands spread apart, while the length of his creation magic surged and pressed, a gilded, glowing, guiding mass – a tank taking shape, rectangular, long enough for the earthworm to be comfortable within, to exist, to breathe, to live for as long as Rexanna required. The monolith placed it on the ground, tilting his head a fraction of an inch, studying, scrutinizing, ascertaining proper protocols, pondering how else the damned thing was going to persevere and endure. What did they even eat?

His hands lifted to hers for a second too, guiding. “Stand right there,” hoping she could remain as another measure, another weight, another presence, along the outskirts of the net, to ensure the worm didn’t escape. “I created a tank for it,” and then, on another thought, a lid followed suit, smaller air holes punctured through the top so it could breathe, off to the side, waiting to be utilized. The Sword granted it into her palms, so it was there when required. He rose and followed along the boundaries of the snare. “When you are ready, I can lift it.” And if she wanted to help and assist, since it was going to be wiggling, squirming, and yearning to break free, by all means; or linger just below, so when he placed it along the newfound cage, there’d be no doubt of its doomed, damned stature.
Rexanna De Rosieres
the Penumbra
Queen of the Hollowed Grounds

Age: 27 | Height: 5'4" | Race: Ascended x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
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i have big ideas for you and me
A confirmation is all she needs to nod to Deimos. And after a moment, she can hear the worm beginning to tire, trying to fight against its restraints unsuccessfully. She can’t help the slight smile of success cross along her face before Deimos’ hand reaches hers and tells her to stand there. She obliges, remaining in place and waiting for his instruction.

At the mention of a tank, her smile grows a bit wider. “You think of everything.” She comments quietly before a quiet laugh leaves her. “I’d be lost without you, you know that?” She offers with a dip of her head and a quiet chuckle of laughter. And she takes the lid when he offers it to her, waiting for him to take his place. And soon enough, he does, informing her that when she’s ready.

She tucks the lid under an arm, reaching for the net with a decisive nod, knowing he’ll be able to guide her to help drop the worm in. “Ready.” She announces, somewhat cheerfully, excited. And she waits for his own confirmation before she lifts the net to follow him and drop it in the tank, reaching for the lid to cover it and lock it into place.
i feel lucky, with the worst luck
that i met you when I felt messed up
REXANNA
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Feel free to use magic/force on Rexanna, without killing her <3
Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
Militia General of the Hollowed Grounds / Guildmaster

Age: 27 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
Level: 10 - Strg: 30 - Dext: 30 - Endr: 34 - Luck: 30
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DEIMOS
we've all got blood on our hands
something somewhere had to die
so we could stay alive
Her words punctured somewhere in the midst of his chest – and perhaps it was good that she couldn’t see the slightest widening of his eyes, the surprised, bewildered expression brewing over his face, uncertain what to do, what to say. Perhaps that had been her inclination, to thwart and shock, to peel away lacquer, layer, and enamel, an effect to render his reserve and nonchalance into the midst for half a second more; he breathed, eased the tension in his shoulders, and fought the statement. “You would find a way,” with or without him, as she’d always done, in the depths of the cold tundra air, or in the wake of mountainous upheavals, departures, demises, Rexanna the Penumbra ever capable of adapting. Deimos wasn’t a necessity, not for anyone, not for anything, just one more calculating demon and infidel in the midst of many, a monster in the multitude.

But then they were ready, and the thoughts had to slink back into his mind, into his soul, for later, later, later (or never; because then he might be forced to believe her statement was true, and habits, routines, told him to fight, to defy, to unravel). He said naught along her reels of excitement, but understood the notions, the slide of enthusiasm and eagerness; the worm was a necessity for new eyes, for the ability to see once more. At her notion, his hands went down along the net, palms tucking over and around the worm, felt it thrashing, annoyed and irritated again at its inability to escape. “Hold it still,” he instructed, quietly, gently, not so much a command but an indication of prowess, reaching upwards, then over, and finally intending to descend along the top of the tank, where he could unfurl the netting and release it into the vessel.
Rexanna De Rosieres
the Penumbra
Queen of the Hollowed Grounds

Age: 27 | Height: 5'4" | Race: Ascended x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
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i have big ideas for you and me
You would find a way.” She might, but it’d be incredibly difficult without having someone willing to help, willing to be there and help her regardless of where the paths of the gods took them. Which side they’d war on, if it ever came to that. She hopes she doesn’t have to decide, but it seems clear to her with every passing day that the choice had been made when she’d Ascended. That despite her Abandoned abilities remaining, that was the only bit of her that remained in the end.

She nods to him, but had she had eyes she would’ve questioned the answer. Didn’t he learn anything in this entire year of Caido so far? That a compliment was a compliment to be taken and cherished?

She supposes that he wouldn’t be himself if he started accepting them, and instead focuses on his instruction, holding it still while they lift and place it atop the tank. She can hear the thud of its body when it touches the top, and as he goes to unfurl the netting, she reaches with a free hand to the lid he had made, prepared to place it the second he’s done to capture it. To use it. “Would you be willing to come with me when I get my eyes?” A question, aired without thought. A support pillar for what might happen next, despite her inability to feel pain.

It’s still quite an emotional feat.
i feel lucky, with the worst luck
that i met you when I felt messed up
REXANNA
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Feel free to use magic/force on Rexanna, without killing her <3
Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
Militia General of the Hollowed Grounds / Guildmaster

Age: 27 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
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DEIMOS
we've all got blood on our hands
something somewhere had to die
so we could stay alive
Even though Safrin had once told him to find the strength in himself, sometimes it was terribly difficult. The beast was accustomed to believing in his abilities, watching them fetter and fail, then sputtering, digging in, grinding against onslaught after onslaught, seditious pinnacles lifted and launching, growing, growing, growing, reaching for pinnacles of strength and fortitude. To believe it was already there, in his soul, in his essence, in his presence, sometimes still scorched at his chest, as if a firm denial, a heartless interlude, a notion to refute and deny. She said naught about it though, as if accepting his comment, for it hadn’t been a lie, Rexanna had learned to be a survivor without warfare and bloodshed, just another set and series of machinations. What it meant for the Ascended, the upcoming barbarity, the tense lines continually crossed, would remain to be seen – but there was some semblance of dread and apprehension coiling along those outstretched tethers, taut and rigid and building an inferno beneath its wake.

She applied to his direction and instructions, and before long the worm was released from its netting, only to succumb to inevitable imprisonment via the tank. With the creature contained, she was free to place the lid along the top, and he prepared some other things to place in the caged area, to sustain its existence for as long as the thing was required, whenever she’d managed to gather the other necessary, required objects. Deimos hadn’t expected her following inquiry, and his actions, his movements, proved it – head reeling back upwards from his crouch, staring upon her.

The uncertainty, the notion, the reel of revolution searing and sneaking back into his bones. They’d wandered once, to a shrine of the Voice, and he’d had a similar opportunity, but to no effect, brief glimpses of the goddess who brought her Ascended into being, who’d saved Rexanna but also instigated, agitated, and stoked fury amongst the citizens. Who plucked them from their worlds, who’d sent them here, who’d granted some eerie semblance of freedom, but also condemned.

It was why he didn’t trust many gods. It was why he reserved his faith for people, for places, for things that showed they were worth the convictions, the trust.

Had it been anyone else, asking for support, yearning to be escorted with her things in tow for her damned eyes – he likely wouldn’t have agreed. “I can.” The notion, either because he was embedded and enameled with some of Safrin’s boundaries, or due to all the other experiences around Caido, still made his skin crawl. Something nefarious, something eerie, something enigmatic – a clench to his jaw, hands over the tank, lifting and carrying it along his hands.
Rexanna De Rosieres
the Penumbra
Queen of the Hollowed Grounds

Age: 27 | Height: 5'4" | Race: Ascended x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
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i have big ideas for you and me
She slips the lid in place while he prepares what he plans to in order to keep the worm alive. She hopes for not much longer, hoping that perhaps soon enough she can take him and Loren to the Voice and get her eyes fixed, to see again, to enjoy the art and beauty of the world, and to think twice when it came to reckless endangerment. She’s just about as surprised as he is from her asking the question, that he agrees, and she leans against the tank slightly to ensure her location to focus on him, far more seriousness crossing her face.

There is another thing.” She pauses. “Wessex told me the portal in the Spire is open. It can take us to Halo.” A mental note, but she’d heard it. She just… Wants to go after she gets her eyes, after she can see again. Because what would be the point in facing the dangers of a new land, a new world, when she couldn’t see the dangers lurking in the shadows? She can’t even feel the cold anyway, how would she know if she were to get lost somewhere never to be found again?

She moves back from the tank when he lifts it, aiming to head back to her home where they could place it in the Artist’s Sanctuary, hidden away with a cloth more than likely. She lingers by him, a hand feather light on his shoulder should he let her so he can guide her back home. “I won’t go there until I can see… But I’d like to once I can.” She offers quietly, hoping that the information is well received, that he’d understand.
i feel lucky, with the worst luck
that i met you when I felt messed up
REXANNA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Rexanna, without killing her <3
Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
Militia General of the Hollowed Grounds / Guildmaster

Age: 27 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
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we've all got blood on our hands
something somewhere had to die
so we could stay alive
If he weren’t strong and enduring, he might have dropped the tank on her proclamation. Instead, it seemed to be a whirlwind of surprises and mercurial intervals, a strange, bewildering sigh pressing through his lungs. The portal was open. They were free to go. They could see the mountains. They could touch the snow. They could spy and gaze and touch the world they’d only seen through pages in a book, through fog and mist and the incorporeal, the intangible. Something in his figure contorted, coiled, and breathed, smoked, an infernal incantation, a series of convictions brewing and rumbling in his chest, dominating and superior, the kind of grace and formidable nature the peaks and valleys had sculpted and carved into him, that had remained through life after life. He didn’t even wonder why Wessex had told some and not others. He didn’t even care.

Because it was there. Ready. And so were they.

He maneuvered with the tank, bumping his shoulder into hers to indicate his space, should she wish to grab hold of the crook of his elbow, or let her hand continue to linger on the brawn, while he strived to find something to say. “We will go explore,” the General said, without quaking words, when every sensation of his existence hummed and brooded, the anticipation searing well beyond any other apprehension (Zariah, what had happened at the portal, what else could linger on the other side) – she would know. She would feel it. It was undoubtedly the same for her; she’d only have to wait a little longer, restored and renewed by the goddess that instigated it all. The beast swallowed down any other rampaging ramparts threatening to brim over his senses. “Thank you for telling me.” His head inclined, quieter and still. “Soon,” he agreed, the slightest curl of a smile residing on his mouth, restless, predacious, a longing, yearning eclipse suddenly bombarding his soul. She could join them soon.
Rexanna De Rosieres
the Penumbra
Queen of the Hollowed Grounds

Age: 27 | Height: 5'4" | Race: Ascended x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
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He bumps his shoulder into hers, and she clings to him as he guides her, able to hold the tank and her own attention, abilities to take her home with the worm, to ensure that the pieces are put together well enough that she might be able to gather her sight once more. And she listens, diligently, when he tells her that they will explore. She wants to do it together, wants to be a part of it all – after having opened the Mathair one – when apparently it wasn’t even necessary, that the lives lost with the Fae were unneeded, that the tree didn’t need to die in order to get there. That they could have with the Portal in their own land alone?

It made her feel a deep set sorrow that she didn’t know where to place the blame. In the end, she puts it on herself – she always does, rather wishing to bear it rather than put it on someone else. And while they walk back to her home, to the Artist’s Sanctuary, her arm in the crook of his elbow while he holds the tank with a surprisingly calm worm in it, she nods in response. “Of course.” Because how could she not tell him? If anything, he deserved to know more than some of the others.

That mountains were out there, waiting for them.
i feel lucky, with the worst luck
that i met you when I felt messed up
REXANNA
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the Resurrected Sword
Militia General of the Hollowed Grounds / Guildmaster

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we've all got blood on our hands
something somewhere had to die
so we could stay alive
How often had they committed to things that, in the end, hadn’t truly mattered? He’d done the same throughout life after life; and only recently within the Spire, all of them desperate to slay what they believed the blight permeated from. The poisonous, toxic plants, smoldering and smoking down below, had been disassembled, destroyed, but they’d all been in danger – and for what? When the foundations rumbled, cracked, frayed, and fissured, when they escaped, when they materialized within the Hollowed Grounds again, had anything altered? The blight still remained. Everyone had still been sick. There’d been not a single adjustment or variation in the pestilence – and they’d run out of time. The world seemed to maneuver in those series and cycles, and people joined, clambered together, to race towards heightening their presence, demonstrating their worth, or striving, trying, to make the realm, the kingdom, better for all. And just because they’d attempted didn’t grant or guarantee success.

So they were either destined to maneuver the earth again, or die beneath its overwhelming wake.

When they reached the footsteps of her home, the Artist’s Sanctuary, the curiosity inveigled, untangled from him, an inquiring, boyish mind clambering, of her silence, of only the remaining statement and naught more; but he swallowed it down. “Where would you like this?” The Sword uttered instead, hands still full of the tank, the worm, and the means and measures towards new eyes.


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