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Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
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#15
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The Labyrinth wasn’t like all the other worlds he’d ever explored: no major indication of any alterations, any nuances, any distortions, save for less or more squirrels. He reserved and refused to sneer in their direction, but was sorely tempted in some petulant, irritated way, tired, fatigued, by every other notion spiraling in his head. He wanted to get in, find the herb, and get out, correspond to the other requests, portions of the sojourn, and carry on. Otherwise lost, he was almost entirely dependent on Sunjata’s memory, sighing and listening, parts the same, parts different, alterations made in the midst of its warren efforts (perhaps rumors and stories were true).

“All right,” he murmured in response, because he had nothing else to go on save his own embittered willpower, and he marched steadily in the direction Sunjata insinuated. Left, where trees were recognizable. “Are we getting any closer then?” Maybe it was a sign of certain rows or hedges, an indicator, a marker, in the haze of yesteryears and their morphing properties. Or perhaps it was just another trick of the world, and they were merely drifting along.
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Sunjata Wrenzaok
the Flood
Archon of King's End

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#16
we must always be willing to be more savage to the angels
rip up their flesh and reveal them to be nothing
An agreement, and Sunjata severely hopes that he’s right in this regard. Turning left, they continue on and he clicks his tongue to beckon Haai closer, to drift further among the way to ward off the squirrels, his own hand tightening along his dagger in his hand. He takes a bit of a lead, squinting from trees to trees and hedges to hedges, gnawing on the inside of his cheek as he thinks. “I think so.” He offers, taking as deep of an inhale as he can to prevent from coughing.

Taking another turn, he can see the slight shift in a tree that he might have once recognized within his confusion, and he tries to think back to when he’d arrived, head tilting up toward the sky and the towering branches, wondering where he’d fallen in. But there’s a break in the trees further ahead and he’s sure that he’s close to the place he’d stumbled in upon. “This way.” A quiet response, rough as his mind takes over calculating, ring clinking against the dagger in his left hand.

He guides the gathering a bit further to the right to follow the line to the break in the trees, sure it’s got to be around here somewhere.
how willing you must be to kill angels
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SuNJATA
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Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster

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#17
Change everything you are and everything you were
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Out of frustration and irritation, the beast was half-tempted to unleash some form of upheaval and abhorrence upon the squirrels. Their incessant chatter and beckoning, vexing rather than siren intervals now, only exasperated the conditions they were in more, and on a rumbling growl he sent a few scurrying – perhaps realizing he was more predator than potential prey for the warren now. It was almost a yearning, wanton thing, to unleash some brand of decadence, immorality, and iniquity upon the opposing, little fiends, just for an opportunity, a chance, for the tempestuous edges to cease seething.

Except Sunjata seemed to know where he was now – and so the General fell behind in steps, relinquishing the lead distortions, some faith in the fellow man he hoped wasn’t misplaced. Stride bound, torch held, the light touching along fringes of tree lines, warped, mangled timber, and then seemingly, an opening, a clearing across their path. He maneuvered in line, but then proceeded beyond for a few more inclinations and motions, a restless sigh quaking in his chest. “Is this it?” It made sense: widened grove, an expanse of more and more plant-life he’d likely never seen before, proceeding lightly, cautiously, waiting for something else to erupt from the runes. “Supposedly the herb grows on stalks like grass, and is brown.” Deimos lifted his torch once more, a guiding opus to serve them on the next portion of their search, and then started along the left side, eyes scouring.
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Sunjata Wrenzaok
the Flood
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#18
we must always be willing to be more savage to the angels
rip up their flesh and reveal them to be nothing
He doesn’t mind taking the point of the search, not that he can kind of grasp around where he is now. He’s not sure how much Deimos trusts him after everything – but enough to get him to the center of the maze, to hopefully find the elusive herb he’s been looking for, and when they round out into the clearing, Haai howls a growling sound to an imposing band of squirrels, incessantly chanting their ‘follow me’s. There’s a pulse of pride that slips from Sunjata as he focuses on the griffin briefly, falling back in step beside Deimos when the General speaks.

This is where I came in at, yeah.” He agrees, and it looks like any other center of a maze that he’s ever seen. Though he hasn’t seen many if he’s being totally honest. The description of the herb is helpful, and Sunjata sends a mental note to Haai to inspect as well, partially shifting his eyes to better see in the dark as he approaches the opposite side of Deimos, searching for anything that resembled said plant.
how willing you must be to kill angels
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SuNJATA
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Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
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Age: 33 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Hybrid | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo
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#19
Change everything you are and everything you were
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They were difficult lines to measure in the sand, in the earth, in the muck and mire and delusions. His considerations towards Sunjata wasn’t currently in the appealing sanctions; exasperated at the notion of some wedding made entirely of spite (and perhaps there was some bitterness accord in there too; where he and Amalia couldn’t move past just promises and convictions now), irritated for Hotaru. But he also wasn’t above utilizing someone’s information, wisdom, and sagacity for manipulative means (the past was the past, but sometimes the Reaper thrived in this atmosphere, quiet, composed, and absorbing anything he could grasp). So for now there wasn’t any time for indulgence, into biting down on the raw anguishes and torments, into stupidity and how it rang from chord to chord, how it affected everyone in a different light.

His eyes scoured, nodding, not attending to much else; save for a few twisting, turning shadows, fragments of potential predators without moonlight to guide his eyes, the scalding of fire burning against his senses. The beast lifted the torch back and forth, searching, searching, searching, and there may have been some pleading notions scattered across his brain, on a sigh, on a whim, on some mercurial aspects straining not to feign exhaustion.

Then Deimos spotted a brownish tinge, swiftly moving closer, closer, swarming in like a hound to its prey, spying clumps upon clumps of the plant off to one side. “Found it,” he murmured, and something in his chest, in his heart, felt the most intense manifestation of relief – plucking a single herb in between his fingers.
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Sunjata Wrenzaok
the Flood
Archon of King's End

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#20
we must always be willing to be more savage to the angels
rip up their flesh and reveal them to be nothing
Sunjata had only ever known Deimos as the General and the Sword. Nothing of the Reaper, nothing of the past history that connected him and Hotaru and so many that he’d already interacted with in one way or another. And with it, he doesn’t notice what kind of shift Deimos is taking as he takes to silence, imagining it was simply normal, though he should know better based off their previous conversation, how close Hotaru was with the man… And how much Sunjata had effectively fucked everything up. So he gnaws on the inside of his cheek, scouting the opposite side of the hedges in the center of the labyrinth, wondering if maybe – just maybe – he was right and they were in the center.

He almost exhales a rattling, exhausted breath when Deimos claims to have found it, and Haai and him slip away from their own exploration – Haai growling at the squirrels that threatened to shout at them – to come stand beside the General and inspect the herb with interest. “How much do you need?” He asks quietly, reaching out to pluck another from the bundle, wondering if perhaps it might come in handy in any other ways.
how willing you must be to kill angels
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SuNJATA
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Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster

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#21
Change everything you are and everything you were
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His hands didn’t shake but the palpable relief in his veins kept persisting, kept pleading, kept pervading, gingerly, carefully, taking hold of the herb between his fingers and putting it down gently on the ground. The fiend removed the bag from his shoulders, grabbing hold of one of the jars he’d concocted and created for these purposes, removing the lid, and placing the plant inside. When it was within, and the cap placed back on, the strange semblance of accomplishment returned, swallowing away some of the weight along his shoulders. “Just one,” he noted, placing it back into his sack, ensuring it was well padded and surrounded by other things lined in its sanction. Only then did his eyes lift slightly back to the other man, a requirement of expressing his gratitude, acknowledgment in the hunt, despite all the other nuances, notions, and irritations sinking, spiraling, into his core. “Thank you for the help.” Because he likely wouldn’t have reached this point without his assistance – and Deimos wasn’t so rash or ridiculous to not recognize that. “You might take one or two for yourself.” A shrug, but if they’d made it this far, and the herb was useful for healing, mending, and soothing, it could only benefit.
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Sunjata Wrenzaok
the Flood
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#22
we must always be willing to be more savage to the angels
rip up their flesh and reveal them to be nothing
Just one.” The General says, and Sunjata nods to that. He’s already plucked another from the bundle, and with it he glances over to the other man with a casual glance. The thanks is granted a nod, unsure what else to say other than pleased he’d been right. He might be an idiot, but at least he’s not too stupid in the end. Regardless, he focuses on Deimos with another nod as he mentions to take one or two for himself.

Reaching out, he plucks another from the stems, sticking them into a pocket seeing as he’d come mostly unprepared, before he turns to the General. “I don’t imagine the maze would’ve changed too much based on the time we’ve spent in here.” He muses thoughtfully, going to walk back toward where they’d came from, to get out of the Labyrinth before they get trapped in the endless changing maze forever.
how willing you must be to kill angels
and how willing they must be to let you do it
SuNJATA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
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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#23
Change everything you are and everything you were
Your number has been called
Finished, finalized, done with some portion of the quest, one step and notch closer to achieving goals and tasks. The beast tucked away another sigh, relinquishing from his previous position, tall, taut, and rigid once more, eyes glancing back from the way they’d come. “Perhaps not,” in response to Sunjata; because he only knew so much about the labyrinth and its concoctions, and truly had no wish to find out what occurred to those lost in its haze, maze, and warren attributes. Torch in his hand, he intended to set back in the same accord, nodding towards the bar owner, so they could return, so they could traverse quickly, efficiently, and out of the damning regions.

(-FIN)
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