where did you come by all of those burdens?
Sunjata Wrenzaok
the Flood
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#1
SUNJATA
the flood
'cause we might as well be blind,
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
Fully healed and freshly aware of the implications of what exactly it meant to have the fae blood on the daggers Safrin had graced him with… Well, his mind was too full to not just go home and blurt it out immediately. So he’d headed to the Hanged Man, something in hand to take the edge off while it drizzled outside, thunder echoing in the distance.

He finds a seat somewhere near the entrance, though the people of Torchline continued to give him a bit of a berth after everything. He doesn’t blame them, nor does he care. Settled there with the daggers at his side and his focus on a ledger of sorts with him, scribbling a few things down to refer to later. The burn has still taken out most of the ink over his left shoulder, but the rest of him is hidden from sight with the loose enough tank top he wears, a slight bounce to his knee as he moves to take a sip and scratch at Haai settled beneath the table — her watchful eyes on the patrons while Sunjata focuses on the storm outside.

And just how much this situation felt like home.
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Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
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#2
death, you bring death and destruction to all that you touch
A reprisal of rain brought them inside, from the warm sands and the rush of the tides, and the following rumble of thunder only exacerbated the issue. Were the lightning not a threat, for he had no ability to harness that particular course of power, he would’ve been content in the dousing, soaking deluge, mustering onward in a favored element, treated to predilections of the past. Instead, while Amalia found them a room at a nearby inn, Deimos’ intentions were for replenishing supplies, and with most market stalls closing up as the skies opened up, the monolith forged onward, into the Hanged Man.

His imposing figure wandered into its midst, eyes drawn first only to the bar (something seasons and years ago he would’ve gladly taken up – miring and wallowing in the melancholy; and it was tempting now), and then to the rest of the sanction. Several remained in the back, cloaked in shadow, and his scrutinizing gaze, because he was meticulous, consistently searching for danger, for signs of treachery, for anything out of the ordinary that could signal an omen, a threat –

And his piercing stare landed on Sunjata.

There was a beat of a moment where considerations contorted their way through his mind – to appear as a threatening figure all over again, the towering Colossus with incantations, demolition, and desecration embedded firmly, fiercely, within his entity, to growl, raise his hackles, instigate another onslaught, or to ignore him entirely.

Deimos chose the latter, face void of any emotion save for nonchalance, reserve, and impassivity, turning towards the counter.
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Sunjata Wrenzaok
the Flood
Archon of King's End

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#3
SUNJATA
the flood
'cause we might as well be blind,
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
He’s gotten to the point where he nearly recognizes everyone that’s here now, nearly recognizes the routines of the people as the weeks go by. Not much had changed from before LongNight and after, and he finds that far easier to deal with. However, it doesn’t do much to uplift his mood when the next person enters the bar and Haai immediately focuses on him, green gaze narrowed slightly as she recalls him from Sunjata’s memory.

And Sunjata puffs out a quiet sigh, taking a sip of his drink and closing the journal, head tilting slightly as Deimos makes his way to the counter. Ah, so they’re going to play this game, huh? As if Sunjata hadn’t been trying to fix all of his sins since the failure in Halo. He’d be content to leave and let be, however, if it weren’t for the realization that he’s marrying Hotaru soon, with Nate, and… Well, how Deimos should know, should get an invitation whenever it happens.

He rubs at his temple, the bridge of his nose, before he pushes back from the table and goes to stand beside Deimos at the counter, back to it as he glances toward Deimos before the entrance of the Hanged Man once more. “Didn’t expect to see you all the way over here.” He rumbles, accented voice lifting in the air between them. “Saves me a trip from the Grounds to talk to you though. It’s important, if you have a moment.” Even if Deimos doesn’t have a moment, Sunjata hopes something in his tone, in the look he gives him, gets Deimos to stay long enough to hear the information regardless.
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the Resurrected Sword
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#4
death, you bring death and destruction to all that you touch
Some contortion, and a method that had worked in Helovia, permitted him to believe if he ignored Sunjata entirely, then the other man might do the same. Basiners had always known better than to approach him when the more menacing, brooding fixtures were applied, for fear of his malice, his prowess, and anything else potentially harpooned, pierced, and lacerated in between. So he turned toward the counter, made conversation and his requests towards the barkeeper, intending haggling notions to be angled towards creation magic tangents. Then the beast presumed he’d be able to leave without much fuss, and they could all carry on, pretend the brief encounter never happened.

But it was not meant to be, and the long-suffering sigh leaving his chest as soon as Sunjata began talking sealed the inevitable. Perhaps Deimos had lost his intimidating factors, and would need to instill some newfound contempt, wraith, and loathing embedded into his flesh and bones, for the world to back off, depart, and leave him alone for more than a few hours. A portion of him thought about slamming his head against the counter to avoid the impending conversation, or simply leaving, coming back later for the acquired food.

His reticent, indifferent demeanor hadn’t cast the man aside, and he only watched him from the corner of his eyes, a low rumble of a growl beginning to brew through his chest. “Honeymoon,” by way of explanation, and the Sword hadn’t any predilection of allowing it to be ruined by the Flood. Why Sunjata would seek him out though, for anything, after all their trials and tribulations, instigated a singular sentiment of curiosity; though he wagered it wasn’t going to be anything good. “Get on with it then.”
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Sunjata Wrenzaok
the Flood
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#5
SUNJATA
the flood
'cause we might as well be blind,
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
Honeymoon.” Ah, so he’s finally slipped away for it? He supposes it’s about time, what with all that had happened over LongNight. He doesn’t blame Deimos, as much as everyone else would like to, as much as he’s heard from rumors in the grapevine. But he takes the explanation for what it is, a nod granted to him. “Congrats.” It’s easy and swift, and along the means of such a conversation? Well, that’s where this addition comes in play.

He turns, a small amount to face Deimos a bit more fully while Haai keeps her sights on the Sword. “I… Well.” He begins, sudden anxieties plaguing the pits of his stomach. “Hotaru is marrying Nate and I.” He decides to rip the band-aid off, it’s easier that way, but he still keeps enough of his face neutral enough to not try and recollect the last time he’d betrayed the Valkyrie.

Longheat, once she’s back from Halo with Wessex and Kiada. I don’t know if she’s had a chance to tell you or not but I wanted to ensure you and Amalia had an invitation to the celebration after.” A dark raise of his brow – not a request for a ring this time, no him and Nate have that covered already.
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the Resurrected Sword
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#6
death, you bring death and destruction to all that you touch
The Sword had no intention of wasting away anymore of the stolen time with Sunjata of all people, and nodded at the congratulations, attention boring directly into the barkeep’s range, silent pleas for them to hurry along. They seemed in no particular rush, despite his piercing eyes narrowed to slits at the back of their head, and was ultimately forced to listen to the Flood.

The information he shared was not something expected – so much so that the monolith maneuvered to stare at Sunjata, the puncturing slits still dangerous, still treacherous, and even more with this ridiculous news. He couldn’t stop the sudden onslaught of primeval contempt flaring in his veins, a blistering, contorted wrath starting in his chest and unwinding, unfurling through ichor, rampaging while his nefarious heart beat insistent drums of war. It was a familiar throng, age-old and caustic, savage temptation, unholy ire, a primitive, rampant decadence clustered in minatory decay – wondering if anyone would care if he reached out and throttled the man with his bare hands. The ferocity stoked heathen antagonism, for all those moments when Hotaru had come to him, openly weeping, sobbing, over this ridiculous, foolish man. Why she’d chosen the idiot who’d broken her heart, who’d left her for the midwife (and then the spiral of chaos thereafter) was beyond Deimos’ train of thought, because he couldn’t ascertain how any rational being was enamored by the imbecile before him.

And then, come to find out, whoever this Nate individual was, he’d wrangled two people into this mess.

The General thought about stabbing, about maiming, about completing the job he’d instigated seasons upon seasons ago. Sunjata had been given and granted enough warnings for a lifetime. Were it his choice, the idiot wouldn’t be alive. Was that why Hotaru hadn’t told him? Had scampered off into oblivion with Kiada and Wessex, without a god damn word? His jaw clenched, and he permitted one massive inhale, then exhale, before speaking. One last foreboding measure then, so the Flood could truly understand where the Reaper and Sword stood. “If you hurt her again, I will finish what I started during the hunt.” A promise, a conviction, an eldritch oath, committed to with a lacquer of fury and vengeance.

Invitations to weddings made him turn back around, disappointed to see the goods still weren’t ready in that short span of time. “I will come.” He couldn’t, wouldn’t, speak for Amalia, uncertain of her comfort levels with any of the now designated trio. But not for him, not for this Nate person; for Hotaru, and no one else. To support her, even if he believed her choice to be amongst the dimmest – but he said none of it out into the ether, well aware his decisions hadn’t been the best lately.
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Sunjata Wrenzaok
the Flood
Archon of King's End

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#7
SUNJATA
the flood
'cause we might as well be blind,
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
He’s used to receiving piercing glares, ones aimed to strip him apart and leave nothing behind. Luckily for him, (or unluckily?) it reminds him of his father, an easy enough switch to ignore and pretend its not there when the information fully leaves his lips. Sunjata keeps his ground though, posture not changing in the slightest, head still held high as he focuses on Deimos and the way the General’s jaw clenches, the way there’s an inhale and an exhale, before a comment is made that Sunjata fully anticipates.

I expect nothing less.” He offers easily, perhaps too easily, knowing what he was getting into when he tangled with the Valkyrie once more. But with Nate and him, he doesn’t imagine they’d hurt Hotaru – doesn’t imagine that they have it in themselves to do so. Not with the understanding of their trio, the relationship, how it would work with all of them and what they expected.

Something easy, something simple, something nice.

So he turns, then, when Deimos says he’ll come, a nod extended before he’s focusing on them behind the bar. “We’ll let you know when the date is set.” He rumbles before he’s gesturing for a drink – whatever Deimos wants, sent to the General, before glancing back over to the other man. “They’re running a bit behind. Can I get you anything in the meantime?” An offering extended, an olive branch, fully expecting Deimos to deny it but trying all the same.
you've got your shotgun loaded with excuses
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but those 12 rounds just won't do
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the Resurrected Sword
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#8
death, you bring death and destruction to all that you touch
No promises laden from the Flood thereafter was intriguing; either he knew better than to utter it again, didn’t believe in uttering them any longer, or perceived himself capable of following through this time. The Sword gave him a nod and naught more at the accepted statement, his assurances true, steadfast, and vengeful, the protective filaments of his loved ones absolute, resolute, and indifferent towards wickedness. Maybe the fool would willingly throw his life away, grant Deimos ample opportunity to sink blades or claws directly into his throat, and that’d be the end of it. One more nuisance gone, vanquished.

Dates – weddings, celebrations, receptions, back to the domestic when the rest of the world churned, brewed, and blistered around them. He wanted naught more than to escape back out into the rain, leave, no solace here but bitter memories of dragons, of lost beings still in caves, of the Valkyrie openly sobbing, broken apart by the one standing beside him. “No,” he had no intention of staying here any longer than necessary, and remained standing rigidly by the counter, eyes going towards the rest of the bar, the posters lined on walls, the ambience of a land he had yet to entirely fathom. He paused, the moments stretched feral and tense, half-tempted to remain in silence, before curiosity formed a path. “Where are you holding it?” This bizarre wedding of three people.
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Sunjata Wrenzaok
the Flood
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#9
SUNJATA
the flood
'cause we might as well be blind,
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
There are no promises given – and whether it’s because Sunjata realizes his track record, or figures that Deimos wouldn’t believe him even if he did promise, is hard to say. But they put that past them, a nod given to the fact that Deimos doesn’t need anything, an understanding given as he lifts the glass to his lips again and lets his gaze leave the General to focus on Haai from where she sits by his seat.

The question of where they’re holding it has him lowering the glass and turning his attention back toward Deimos. “The wedding will be on the beach, sunset likely.” He offers quietly, an outdoor wedding for sure – but safety a priority. “We’re thinking the reception is back at the house, bonfires, food, drinks.” He adds quietly, mulling it over, deciding what prep needed to be done, what safety needed to be ensured.

Gods knew they all had enemies out to get them, the last thing Sunjata wanted was the wedding he did want to be ruined with bloodshed and sorrow.
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the Resurrected Sword
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#10
death, you bring death and destruction to all that you touch
There were a few snide remarks left in the Sword’s wake, drummed up along petty remnants, of times where he’d made rings for the Flood, for another damned wedding, that particular one avoided entirely. Last Flowerbirth had not been kind, the lows devastatingly outweighing the highs, scorching and layering its own brand of discord into a world that had yet to figure out how to fully recover. Step by step, day by day, struggling and striving to repair the damage done; Hotaru had somehow figured out how with the fool, adding another in the midst, but he was too irritated to pierce and puncture it together. Didn’t want to. Didn’t have to. It’d be an inquiry for the Valkyrie upon her return from her venture.

He stared straight ahead, proffering no reaction to the notion of beach weddings with emblazoned sunsets, receptions at home with wide open bonfires, food, and drink. It only hastened and drew memories of his own – of people who’d been there to celebrate their nuptials, and then no longer with them, gone on the harsh atrocities of winter.

Or by his own ignorant hand.

Eventually, the pattern of thoughts eroded into something else, another fixture of cold-blooded curiosity, machinations willing and wheeling behind his eyes. “How was LongNight here?”
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Sunjata Wrenzaok
the Flood
Archon of King's End

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#11
SUNJATA
the flood
'cause we might as well be blind,
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
Deimos doesn’t look at him, though Sunjata doesn’t mind it. He prefers it, honestly, makes it easier to converse with the Sword without that slight tremor of memory sparking up again of a tiger shift, of claws boring into his side, claws of which he still bears the scars from – as if he could forget that Deimos didn’t follow through with his promises and vengeance. But he takes another sip from his glass, keeping his own gaze away from Deimos, letting the information of when the wedding and where the wedding would take place when they got to that point.

He doesn’t expect such a drastic shift of conversation – to LongNight, something heavy and dark and rough, and Sunjata takes a long yet quiet inhale. “It’s quiet here. Most people party on the beaches the whole week. I got stuck in Rae’s Fingers with a few others to remove this… Lava octopus?” He turns so he faces ahead where Deimos faces now, a rise and fall of his burned shoulder offered.

But there’s an exhale given, a bit heavier. “I heard about what happened in the Grounds. I’m sorry for your loss.” He offers, glancing over toward Deimos – having gathered and heard how close Rexanna had been to the Sword, how close the Penumbra had been to Hotaru as well. “Nate tried to keep Clemente here for LongNight… But Clem had other ideas.” A shake of his head, gaze dropping to glass. They’d failed in that attempt, but had they managed it perhaps the Queen would still be alive. Perhaps Clemente would still be alive as well.

Perhaps Deimos wouldn’t have so much guilt.
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#12
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Quiet in the midst of LongNight entanglements, just as surmised by the rest who’d journeyed here, instead of staying locked away in their own personal hell. He had to wonder if it would’ve been easier, to sojourn along beaches and tides, and then return to the news of Rexanna’s passing; and in the rancorous edges, scraping away at his own sorrows, decided it didn’t matter. The hurt wouldn’t go away, but fade with time, and the penance, mistakes, redemptions, would spiral around and around until he thought he’d made a difference again. Her ghost was amongst the others he couldn’t save, or sent to the gallows on their marches and drumbeats across battlefields, coiled in a bounty of memories rendered soulless and heartbreaking. Perhaps it was just as well, that he’d suffered and would continue to do so, in that threshold of errors and casualties, while others avoided it entirely, bent their way amongst shadows and oceans.

That Sunjata managed to find himself entangled with another monster didn’t even surprise the monolith – though he flicked some attention towards the supposed injury, imagined marks and scars from burns. “It is gone?” It was rare to find another here without some blemish, some figment, some story to remind them that they’d undergone a trial and tribulation, mentally or physically, and managed to survive. It was the next one they’d have to worry about. Which little piece of damnation would finally choke, smother, and consume them whole?

He turned back towards the bar, watching the comings and goings of others when the apology and regrets started, the feathering in his jaw still taut and rigid. “It was my fault.” No shrug to his shoulders, no inclination that he’d heard all the others tell him he wasn’t to blame; the notions hadn’t stuck. She, and this Clemente child, were gone, and it’d been from his plots, his schemes. “I asked Safrin for a door to prevent the monsters.” From being able to scrape their claws against the void, to trick and distort. “I did not realize it would also apply to Ascended.” And then it’d been too late – the notions of others bounding out of the shelter and into the void, fleeing, escaping demons and infidels, only to meet their end at something that should’ve beheld sanctuary. His eyes fell to the wooden structure, jaw clenching again, uncertain who this Nate individual was beyond this bizarre, upcoming marriage. “Sorry for your loss.” Reflection of choices and stupidity, brought on by what they measured as grand plans – fallen to pieces within a matter of seconds.
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the Flood
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#13
SUNJATA
the flood
'cause we might as well be blind,
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
Yeah, it’s gone.” He offers quietly. “The Fingers should be safe for now, aside from the storms and tides.” Of course, Sunjata doesn’t know the extent of the business that goes on within – just that there is some that goes on within it. For now, however? It’s safe enough – though Sunjata doesn’t imagine finding himself within those caves for a long while.

And the thought of all of those dies as soon as he’s offering condolences to the General of the Grounds, his attention half torn between focusing on him and the glass to avoid anything else. In the end, his head snaps back toward Deimos with the comment that it was his fault, brows furrowing together before he takes a deep inhale. The mention of Safrin, however, has him clenching his jaw, taking another sip from the glass and swallowing hard.

I know it wasn’t intentional Deimos.” He offers. Accidents happened. After all, look at what happened to them in Halo? They’d lost friends and loved ones, and Sunjata had bore that burden on his own shoulders. The least he could do was not blame a man trying to keep everyone safe without knowing what potential consequences there could be.

I don’t know if you’ve heard it yet or not, but there’s someone out attacking the Ascended.” He turns to his side again, setting his hip against the counter of the bar as his steel gaze flickers back toward the General. “A box showed up here with Ascended body parts after LongNight. Just before it… Nate was attacked.” A quiet offering of information – of safety for their people, even if they didn’t see eye to eye.

There didn’t need to be more blood spilled as far as he was concerned.
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the Resurrected Sword
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#14
death, you bring death and destruction to all that you touch
Monsters gone and alleviated, Fingers withheld and upright – chords of information to wrap around his head, keep tied and tethered together for another day, opportunity, or nuance. His focus wasn’t on Torchline as a whole, but perhaps some portions should’ve been, so he shoved the notions to one side, in favor of the current dilemmas.

The problem with a multitude of their accidents was that they ultimately could’ve been avoided, and someone always ended up hurt. Or worse; as their cases had been, whether they were wandering after dragon hearts, or trying to survive in the blackened abyss of LongNight. He’d been so desperate to protect, shield, and guard, that he’d missed the underlying schism and circumstances, the ripple of potential discord, until it’d been far too late. “I did not know what to do with the door after.” He mentioned, attempting to pick the other man’s brain for a moment, stare still straight ahead, at wood grains and movement of other patrons.

But then there were other nuances and plots he hadn’t heard – he’d likely left the Grounds before the news had come full circle, before the entanglements of further plots hatched and unwound. Now there were more threats cast upon the Ascended (someone new, or something old, and archaic?), and the beast permitted his stare to roam back to Sunjata, considerations beginning in the twist and turns of his mind. “Any evidence of who it could be?” Merely so he could have the information for the next council meeting, doomed and damned to be brought up amongst the rest of the trials and tribulations. The possibility that others would be next, if not already targeted along the Grounds, bristled along his shoulders, a narrowing to his eyes along calculation after calculation. “Or what he was attacked with?” How they used or utilized weapons; through magic or mere tools could be a sign, and something else to look out for.
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