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Deimos Ignatius
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#29
remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Nothing else to go on without knowledge of the storms, both ignorant of its cause or consequences, the General thought about falling into silence once more, about further conflagrations or drawn-apart fuses, eyes lingering on the sketches, on the lines designated, coordinated, for potential – when they really didn’t even have half the truth of the matter, of the world before them. His glance only pierced back upon Sunjata at the notion of oceans, of seas, of more pathways than just the mountains, the perplexity of portals. “We had speculated about an ocean.” He mused, briefly, gazing up at one of the maps he’d already placed, little inlets and the oasis already notched there. But what else lay beyond? All rivers had to lead somewhere, leaking out into a basin, into a threshold, where the water never ceased and the beacons never ran dry.

The Sword wasn’t certain if he cared about a palace under the surface, no more intrigued or interested in castles and thrones since he’d held his own – but of other things, of leagues and fathoms below, of beaches, of sand, of dunes, of a moonlit sovereignty still pressed into his bones, he could nod his head, he could imagine, he could recall. “Have you ever been to one?” He’d discussed the nature of oceans before with Remi, knew those from their prior lands had seen the marching tides and the swell of currents, but Naturals hadn’t been beyond these walls, the bubble from before. Sunjata was likely neither of those categories, another Outlander, brought in from Spire predilections like the rest of them.
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#30
but the darker the weather, the better the man
you can take all you want
They had speculated of the ocean, while Sunjata had dreamed there might be something close to it here. As Deimos’ gaze drifts toward the maps, Sunjata’s follows, acknowledging the speculation with a brief hum of agreement. “I’d hoped there was.” A shrug, an offering tidbit of information of what he was like. A man of the water, a man of the seas, as much as Deimos was a man crafted from the jagged cracks of mountains and snowscapes. Sunjata’s was in the ripples of the water, the waves that crashed along a sandy shore.

At the question, though, his gaze returns to Deimos. “We had one in Korofi. My county was mostly inset, so we’d have many flooding seasons and what not, but sometimes I’d slip away with my sister and we’d go spend time at the ocean much to my father’s displeasure.” He shrugs again, a nostalgic hum of laughter leaving him at that. Falling asleep at the side of the water midday, only to be woken as the tide swept in, tickling his feet and threatening to drown him. It was a great thing he could swim, in the end. He’d likely have stood a chance.

Have you?” He asks, taking another sip from the glass.
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Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
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#31
remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Hope, not something Deimos thrived upon, but understood for its measures and yearning, longing entanglements. So they were alike in those regards – men from oceans, even if the Sword’s soul had been mustered into mountains thereafter, as if he were a part of the ice and glacial expanses itself, but the sea had always been the start, always been the genesis of dreams of power, of aspirations and ambitions. The slightest smile formed along his mouth again, at some portions hidden behind his glass as he drank and swallowed and allowed the burning, churning alcohol rumble down into his presence. Flooding seasons, slipping away to spend time in places he shouldn’t have been; characteristics unsurprising, from what little he’d gathered from the man.

Then the notion turned back to him, and he lowered the resin, piercing slate coiling back to Sunjata. “I was born beside one. The Moonlit Tides, in Isilme.” It was with a hint of pride, of assurances and fervency laden beside those shoals and dunes, of damp sand pressed between toes and racing across their potent roots – and then, because attuned connections were still something complex and engaging, but something he’d openly embraced, the beast sent the other pieces and pictures of a world long since lost to him. The lunar stretch and expanse across the rolling current, the gulls flying high along the ceremonial shore, the sound of the waves imploring and beseeching the stretch of a swimmer’s arms, the pulse, the beat, the roar of power and regard under the wake of fathoms; no glassy vestiges here, not in the brewing, brooding tempest, in the beatific quandaries of endless precision. A first home, a first shelter, a first sanctuary; gone too, only lingering in glimpses and fragments. “Perhaps there is a portal out there,” he shrugged, another opportunity sprawled somewhere in the midst.
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#32
but the darker the weather, the better the man
you can take all you want
That is where they differ. Sunjata thrived on hope, sometimes it was the only thing he had. Hope and ambition had brought him to the resistance. It had brought him to Lusea. But hope had also brought him to his knees in the foyer of his home, with blood staining the marble floor. Hope was his beginning, and yet somewhere in the poetic scheme of things, it would likely be his end.

But he focuses on the question at hand, the one he gives to Deimos. He focuses on the piercing blue gaze that meets his slate and settles under the weight of the results, the answer. That the Sword had been born beside one, and how wonderful and amazing that would have been. But it doesn’t stop there, not as the attuned bond between them ignites and he can feel the feelings, the bits and pieces in between, and Sunjata’s smirk shifts toward something akin to a boyish smile.

That sounds incredible.” He rumbles thoughtfully. Korofi had been a desert land, and even Dorobo had been something closer to a plains in comparison. Nothing like what they had here. He’d never even seen snow before coming here, didn’t know what it was. But the mention of portals have that smirk coming back. “That’s all I want, really.” He shrugs lightly. He doesn’t have much else to want or need anymore. But the ocean, true water, would always be his northern star to his compasses now that his true north was gone again.
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#33
remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
The Sword considered hope fragile, too fine, too easily erased and broken apart – he’d rather chisel and sculpt his way through sands and storms and bloodshed, a ferocity and veracity shattering anything in his path. It’d been the same on the battlefield, on the leagues and fathoms of ice and rime, on the contortions of shores and embankments. Ambition cut and slashed its way through his veins so prominently that there was rarely anything else to instigate his incantations – other than family, other than loved ones – usually turning a blind eye to a deity’s capabilities or ministrations. He believed in his abilities, and when they buckled, when they swayed, when they frayed, he dug in further, honing and gaining strength, practicing prowess, precision, and carrying on, tenacious, obstinate, and irreverent all over again. Deimos had never started with hope, and hadn’t ended with it either – everything had been fury, malice, menace, and then quiet, in the curl and coil of his rainy demise, final breaths and heartbeats in the showers, in the cascades, in the uprooting of an ocean come to bring him home.

“It was.” And never could be again; not the same, and he shrugged away those bitter coils bounding past his feral aspirations. But he hadn’t craved them, not in the same way he’d pined for the mountains and summits, for the peaks glorified in auroras, for the shape and shift of time’s jagged, serrated hands. They’d already gone back and forth along its reaches, investigating and exploring when they had the opportunity, when the world wasn’t lifting or carrying or dragging them back to other missions and upheavals. His fingers played with the now empty glass, bounding it back and forth between the digits. “Have you been to the mountains yet?” The newest portal; and they were already clambering for another, covetous, rapacious, and avaricious.
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the Flood
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#34
but the darker the weather, the better the man
you can take all you want
It was.” Was all Deimos said, and Sunjata focuses on the underlying tones beneath it. He can understand what it’s like, to at least some extent. But his childhood home had never truly felt like home, with its blank walls and no personal touches until after he’d won his trial. Just in case – a protection for the parents just in case he perished on the trial’s muddy earth. It was a cold, cold upbringing, despite how many times his mother had broken his father’s rules on it all to spend time with him, to give him little things here and there he could hide away and keep.

He exhales lightly before taking a sip of the drink, pushing away his own thoughts on the matter until Deimos asks if he’s been to the mountains and he stills before clearing his throat and shakes his head. “No, I can’t say I particularly want to.” There’s a slight frown that edges into his face from it. “We didn’t have snow in Korofi, no mountains. I’m afraid it’s a bit too cold for me.” Among other reasons – reasons that still haunt him at night, to see Lusea’s head among the snow, unseeing eyes open to the world, frozen to the bone and blackening depths of her skin from the frost.

He’s not sure he ever wants to go.
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the Resurrected Sword
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#35
remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Perhaps the mountains weren’t for everyone – especially based on the frown, the shaking of his head, and the obvious demonstration of refusal. But, if he were based out of an ocean, with the sun and surf, with the monumental sands and dunes, the cold, chilling rapture and reverie of the peaks and summits would be a polarizing domain. Even though Deimos had grown up alongside sea swells and salty air, he’d also adjusted to a number of other kingdoms and sovereigns, terrain and landscapes, as they traversed across battlefield after battlefield, adjusting despite a long-standing disposition of defiance and sedition. After living as refugees along the Frostbreathe Steppe, the Aurora Basin had been a damned blessing – and even if these precipices weren’t the same as the scathing reaches of Helovia’s reach, he still reveled in the prospect, in the potential, in the prowess, of their actuality; tangible beacons, siren songs of Siberia. “Fair enough,” he shrugged, hiding a smirk behind his glass. If it was just the temperature, there’d always be places elsewhere for Sunjata to go and roam.
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Sunjata Wrenzaok
the Flood
Archon of King's End

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#36
but the darker the weather, the better the man
you can take all you want
He offers a slight shrug back to Deimos, not knowing the man well enough to divulge into the details of his more… Personal reasoning for not wanting to visit the mountains. So he plays it off as coolly as he can, gaze drifting toward the glass that he drinks from, a small snort leaving him. “First time it snowed here, I went and got as many furs as I could.” A curl of his lip in amusement. “I thought I was dying.” The shivers, the chills, the chattering of teeth.

He doesn’t miss it at all.

But he focuses on Deimos again, wondering about what put the man in this position. He mentioned Isilme and the like, and he filters through the memories he has when it comes to their interactions today. “So have you always been a warrior of sorts, then?” He asks, gesturing with his head to the man that sits before him. All brawn, all strength, not a lot of conversation but he doesn’t really need to.
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Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
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#37
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Luckily for Sunjata, Deimos was not an individual to pry; rather a vault, a cauldron, a vessel himself of nestled secrets and keys, cloaks and daggers for later theories and calculations – if the man didn’t have any yearnings to settle into constant, eternal winter, than he was entitled to meander along other preferences. But the Sword, the Reaper, still contorted in some frigid, frozen, glacial aspects, thrived along the beckoning, chilling winds, as if it were puncturing pieces of home, of blades driven into adversaries, of lakes that never froze, of hot springs’ fumes curling into puffs of warmth, of memories despite demises, despite separated lived, that still came back to him in dreams and in nightmares. He snorted at the fellow attuned, not the least bit bothered by the notions of dying in the tundra’s zeal; he’d already done it once.

The inquiry sliding over him though indicated he’d come to a crossroads. He didn’t readily offer days spent as a monarch; his anointed family and loved ones seemed to do that on a regular basis for him, mostly because it’d been a trial, it’d been a tribulation, and it’d been something he’d either been ashamed of or exhausted by. “Yes,” he presided at first, fingers digging and dipping along the glass, swaying it back and forth in the palm of his hand, emptied, considering if he wanted to refill it again or just let everything absorb in its finality. “A King for a time too.” Before he died, before he returned to the earth as a soldier through and through once more, the constant regard for upheaval and oblivion never far behind. But there was no pride in these things, no sense of pompous, sovereign regard, almost a resigned fact of heavy crowns and titles, shoulders bearing, bearing, bearing with no sensation of ceasing.
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#38
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There’s a hint of surprise that lingers when Deimos makes the revelation that he was a King for a time too, hardly the type of man that seemed Kingly – or maybe that was due to his personal acquaintance with a variety of them. His father, Zariah, Wessex when she remained Queen, and the like. He wonders if perhaps Deimos had made a great king, wonders if perhaps once upon a time in a different land and a different world, Sunjata might not bear the disdain for monarchies as he does today.

So he offers his own small amount of information back. “Did you enjoy being King?” He asks at first, slate eyes lingering on the way the man decides whether to refill his glass or wait and see how it hits. “I… Was a prince of sorts back home. Never wanted to be king, tried to stay as far away from it as possible.” And he had, destroying it, leaving for Dorobo as soon as the opening was there. And getting sucked through a portal to here.
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the Resurrected Sword
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#39
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No derision, no sedition, no malice in place; a sullen, quiet void scraping away at him now, chiseling over foundations and fortifications left in dust and disarray. Did he enjoy being King? He’d taken the crown Ulrik had offered; already tainted with Psyche’s abrupt departure, while the world seethed under their maelstroms of another lost invasion; embittered and torn apart. He’d taken it with a hushed nod and reservations – made all the more clear the moment he’d met with Mirage, his first monarch movement to be instigating peace after their defeat, and held his their meeting, the cloaks of barbarity strung apart on senses and daggers. “Some aspects,” he narrowed his eyes, refilled his glass; the moments where he decimated and tore apart their enemies, the moments where he guarded and protected, the moments where they planned oblivion and relished machinations. But he could’ve always done the same as General – like here and now. “But most of the time, no.” His shook his head and took a long swallow, placing the resin back down on the table with a controlled arc. Besides, the last thing he’d done as a sovereign was die.

His brow arched at the insinuation of princes; how many noble lives walked the same earth, coiling and curling across these crags and crevasses, all varnished and enameled in different modes and methods, altered from their prior schemes. “I would not wish it on anyone.” Except they had – rebellion underpinnings beneath the crackling of malice and menace, heathen diatribes and tyrannical means – orchestrating methods to ensure some sedition took place, because the rest of them might fissure and crack under the overbearing condemnation, the rest of them might harpoon and siege.
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#40
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The question of whether he enjoyed it, Sunjata pays attention to. There’s a bit of what he can see from Deimos that airs on the side of not being like his father, and he focuses on that instead of the past thoughts of his own father, even some of the aspects of rulers here too. And so when Deimos mentions that some aspects, he did enjoy, he supposes that it makes sense. He enjoyed some aspects of his princehood too, but he’d never wanted or craved the attention. He wonders if Deimos is similar in that way. And he exhales quietly at the mention that most times he didn’t. And Sunjata would certainly drink to that, and he does so as he raises his glass slightly with a half smile at that.

It was certainly something.

But he tells the Sword of his own lineage of a sort, nodding again when Deimos mentions that he wouldn’t wish it on anyone. A snort of agreement leaves the Korofi man to that, a half smile remaining on his face. “I had almost done it in an effort to dismantle my father’s reign, but never quite got that far. And when they captured me…” He pauses, refraining from adding Lusea, explaining that entire ordeal, he continues. “Tried to get me to submit and do it anyway. Arranged marriage, ensuring the lineage continued.” There’s a huff of a sound that leaves him as he shakes his head, eyes focusing on the glass in his hand. “So I left.
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#41
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He didn’t dwell on the what could have beens – a lifetime of soldier interludes and predilections, instead of the heaby weight the skull bore and broadened across his skull – but it was tempting. Instead, he refilled his glass, shifting the bottle into the middle of the table, eyeing the remains as he lifted the resin to his lips, downed the burning intoxicant along his throat. He’d never demanded attention. He’d never wanted attention; a defiant preference to living amongst and amidst the shadows, where the rest of the demons dwelled, where he was at home, at peace, at solitude, amassed with fellow monsters. Perhaps that’s what the Basin had been, at some point in this juncture – a haven for all the havoc wielding, harpoon mongering, devastation rendering disciples of irreverence and sedition, twists and turns of depravity, cruelty, and eldritch abominations. Caido was different in those aspects, no one so untoward except perhaps Zariah in their utter disregard for anyone else but themselves and power (or at least, the most outspoken of them all).

Then he listened to Sunjata’s own quests for rebellion, for the miniscule scraps they tried to snag and snap; dismantling, toppling, fanning the flames of broken, brittle regimes. What would’ve happened if they continued not having a sovereign here, before Zariah took up the flames and mantle? Thereafter, there only seemed to be more chaos instead of composure and calm, collected platitudes – the notion nearly caused him to snort. “Understandable.” He intoned, reflecting on arranged marriages and holstered lineages, on things that monarchs dreamed up whenever they longed for legacies; lasting reigns well beyond their roots and fortifications. The Sword might have rolled his eyes in the process, but instead, riveted them back on the other man. “Would you try to do the same here?” Revolt? Rebel? Overthrow?
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#42
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you can take all you want
Deimos’ snort garners some attention, and he smirks lightly to it before he shrugs. A lot of people could understand his reasoning for leaving – how barbaric his upbringing had been, if he has a chance to talk about it. And he rarely… Tries to. He doesn’t want a pity story, he wants the story of the strength he’d had to take it on – to be like Lusea had been as an underdog, fighting with teeth bared to the world. But he hadn’t quite gotten that result, not with the way his noble birth, his name, had made things easier to begin with.

And the fact that despite the things he’d done, his father still tried to get him to continue the line, to rule, the legacy. It was ridiculous.

The question reaches him, and he mulls it over before he finishes the rest of the liquor in his glass and sets it on the table. “If a tyrant came about, absolutely.” There’s a steadiness to his steel gaze as he smiles to Deimos. To fight and fight and fight. As he has once before, as he will again. “But, it’s getting late and I should get going. Thanks for letting me blow some stuff up.” He says briefly, standing and stretching out his arms a small amount. “Let me know when you need some help with anything else, General.” He rumbles with a smile, having joined the ranks, however small they may be.

Then, he grabs his bow and if Deimos has nothing else to add, he slips out the door.
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