Belril
Every day's a challenge
But I always seem to get through
But I always seem to get through
Belril snapped out of his momentary state of depression upon being, causing him to stand up fully after realizing he accidentally leaned against Wessex during so. "S-Sorry," he said before taking a few steps towards Amun. "A-alright," he said with a quick yet nervous nod, beginning to follow after the council Ascended before he stopped and turned back towards the Voice. He shut his eyes tightly before lowering his head a little, swallowing his fear for the time as he looked back towards the Voice.
"...I admittedly frequent Torchline on daily trips and will start heading into Halo as well during such. It's very likely I'll run into at least one member of the Order and I might be more able to get them to talk, since..." At this point, he raised up his wrists to better show the bracelets he had been wearing, near-matching bracelets of silver that widened into circles at the back of his hands. In those circles is where they stopped matching, for one had emblems representing Vi and the other representing Mort. Life and Death.
"These lost whatever power they had when I first wore them...because of being...Abandoned..." Belril managed to say, the fear of judgement creeping in as he hoped someone wouldn't suddenly turn on him for it. "But, maybe they can be used to somehow allow me a way to at least alert the Ascended residing here that I found one of the Order without giving me away. I don't think they'd expect someone like me to be aiding the people here."
He then lowered his hands so that they could return to being by his sides before shifting his eyes side to side. "Though, anything that could make the bracelets seem like they still have their old divine power...whatever they could have been...would make it easier for me to pretend to be one of the Accepted when talking to such people," he confessed. Hard to make yourself something you're not if you don't have a way to back the claim, after all.
He didn't expect the Voice to anything for him, honestly, he wasn't of the Ascended. Didn't stop him from being slightly hopeful after seeing what felt like a kindred soul separated by literal centuries.
"...I admittedly frequent Torchline on daily trips and will start heading into Halo as well during such. It's very likely I'll run into at least one member of the Order and I might be more able to get them to talk, since..." At this point, he raised up his wrists to better show the bracelets he had been wearing, near-matching bracelets of silver that widened into circles at the back of his hands. In those circles is where they stopped matching, for one had emblems representing Vi and the other representing Mort. Life and Death.
"These lost whatever power they had when I first wore them...because of being...Abandoned..." Belril managed to say, the fear of judgement creeping in as he hoped someone wouldn't suddenly turn on him for it. "But, maybe they can be used to somehow allow me a way to at least alert the Ascended residing here that I found one of the Order without giving me away. I don't think they'd expect someone like me to be aiding the people here."
He then lowered his hands so that they could return to being by his sides before shifting his eyes side to side. "Though, anything that could make the bracelets seem like they still have their old divine power...whatever they could have been...would make it easier for me to pretend to be one of the Accepted when talking to such people," he confessed. Hard to make yourself something you're not if you don't have a way to back the claim, after all.
He didn't expect the Voice to anything for him, honestly, he wasn't of the Ascended. Didn't stop him from being slightly hopeful after seeing what felt like a kindred soul separated by literal centuries.
Each day's a balancing act
Of good and bad events
Of good and bad events
