Ronin gets the fuck over a bridge. And onto a skyboat and all the way to Torchline to make a dock. Just to make a dock. Definitely not for any of that other shit that was contained in a certain letter sent to him. We'll stop lying now, and take us to the cliffs where the Wrenzaoks live; where Ronin has just arrived, after starting the initial work on the skyport. Honestly, he's really intending not to let his temper get the better of him, after all that's happened. But whether or not he gets that far is another matter entirely. Shrouded in moonlight and reaching out to knock at the door, Ronin takes a long, deep breath and lets it out again, stepping away to give Nate ample time to answer. If it's even Nate who's home. Either way, the distance from the doorway might at least dissuade Ronin from reacting with his fists rather than his etiquette.
taliesin a long and lonesome road
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the White Knight
Age: 34 | Height: 5'10 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 15 - Strg: 59 - Dext: 72 - Endr: 58 - Luck: 80 - Int: 3 SUGAR - Mythical - Dragon (Ice Breath)
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03-23-2021, 06:14 PM
the Lone (Free) Ranger
"Doctor" ✓ / Guildmaster
Age: 37 | Height: 6'1" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 10 - Strg: 55 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 50 - Luck: 46 - Int: 1 PEMOTA - Mythical - Starwhale (narwhal) RAMOTH - Mythical - Dragon (Biopulse)
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03-23-2021, 07:18 PM
NATE Of course Nate is home. He has no where else to go, will not cède this minor sanctuary. Not while he still has it.
Historically, midnight calls haven’t been the best for them. For Sunjata, really. Maybe that’s why Nate is so quick to rush to the door, his footsteps silent through the sleeping house. The only hesitation is in the living room, when he searches for his husbands sleeping form, finding it nestled in with Haai. It’s a relief, a small one, one that’s snatched away as soon as he opens the door to find tall dark and angry (he assumes) on his doorstep. Anger sparks bright on his face, Nate’s free hand moving to grab at a belt that isn’t there, for a pocket that isn’t there. He shouldn’t have rushed down so quickly, an irritated whistle leaving his lips as he focuses back on the Dark Star. ”Ronin.” He says by way of greeting, one hand still behind the door, like he hasn’t quite decided whether he wants to slam it. There’s a twist in his lips, a burning in his one blue eye, and a shudder in his jaw as he very carefully chooses his words. Word. ”What?” What's the drive in being alive if you don't know where you are? What's the fun in getting drunk if you can’t take it too far? the White Knight
Age: 34 | Height: 5'10 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 15 - Strg: 59 - Dext: 72 - Endr: 58 - Luck: 80 - Int: 3 SUGAR - Mythical - Dragon (Ice Breath)
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the Lone (Free) Ranger
"Doctor" ✓ / Guildmaster
Age: 37 | Height: 6'1" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 10 - Strg: 55 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 50 - Luck: 46 - Int: 1 PEMOTA - Mythical - Starwhale (narwhal) RAMOTH - Mythical - Dragon (Biopulse)
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03-25-2021, 06:37 PM
NATE Nate is many things, but stupid is not one of them. Ronin could destroy him without breaking a sweat, while Nate can’t even raise a fist to defend himself at the moment. He needs an edge. He needs Jack’s edge.
He hardly needs to think to tap into the stolen power, though he should have thought more before using it. All at once, Nate is drawn into a storm of protective anger, so intimate, so familiar that he sways a little, glad for the support of the door. And not only Ronins rage, but the distant, slumbering sorrow of Sunjata, all of it overwhelming in a way he was not prepared for. ”I-I did.” The words are distant, his voice shaking with the strain of keeping it steady. ”I don’t know.” The words grit out from between clenched teeth, Nate fighting to not let rage that isn’t his overtake him. To keep his gaze and his face as steady as he can. ”There’s nothing I can do to him, or to you. Can’t... dream murder, or... or invade your home under false pretences.” Leaning against the door, Nate swallows, and tries to steady himself with a breath. ”I guess I’d have to ask a higher power.” What's the drive in being alive if you don't know where you are? What's the fun in getting drunk if you can’t take it too far? the White Knight
Age: 34 | Height: 5'10 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 15 - Strg: 59 - Dext: 72 - Endr: 58 - Luck: 80 - Int: 3 SUGAR - Mythical - Dragon (Ice Breath)
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03-26-2021, 02:42 PM
the Lone (Free) Ranger
"Doctor" ✓ / Guildmaster
Age: 37 | Height: 6'1" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 10 - Strg: 55 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 50 - Luck: 46 - Int: 1 PEMOTA - Mythical - Starwhale (narwhal) RAMOTH - Mythical - Dragon (Biopulse)
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03-29-2021, 05:38 AM
NATE It’s an echo chamber. It’s like staring into a mirror, except the mirror hates you. Except the mirror reaches out to pour itself down his throat until it’s all he is. All the anger, all the sharpness, none of the eloquence. ”Oh, believe me, I know exactly how little your gods care about any of us!” It sneers out of him before he can stop it. ”I wont’t be going to your gods though. I think that makes enough of a difference.” There are better arguments he could make, but his mind is scattered, useless.
”The last part? The part where you let a murderer into my home to torture my husband? Where you used his trust in you? That’s the part you’re not going to hear?” A hand comes up to press at his forehead, trying to focus himself, trying to separate what’s his anger and what’s Ronin’s anger. They feel so similar, but if he can get a reign on one, maybe he can pretend to go along with the pseudo peace they’re in. There’s no answer for the question he’s been asked, no real plan for revenge, but there’s another twitching sneer as Nate’s hand drops back to his side. ”Thats the difference isn’t it? You can make good on a threat like that. I can’t. And if I try to get some justice, well you’ll be right there to tip things back into your favour, won’t you?” Snorting, Nate rolls his eyes. ”But I’m the bad guy here, right?” What's the drive in being alive if you don't know where you are? What's the fun in getting drunk if you can’t take it too far? the White Knight
Age: 34 | Height: 5'10 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 15 - Strg: 59 - Dext: 72 - Endr: 58 - Luck: 80 - Int: 3 SUGAR - Mythical - Dragon (Ice Breath)
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03-29-2021, 06:06 PM
the Lone (Free) Ranger
"Doctor" ✓ / Guildmaster
Age: 37 | Height: 6'1" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 10 - Strg: 55 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 50 - Luck: 46 - Int: 1 PEMOTA - Mythical - Starwhale (narwhal) RAMOTH - Mythical - Dragon (Biopulse)
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Change author: Posts: 2,792 | Total: 4,183 MP: 0 NATE Nate refuses to let himself be intimidated, refuses to back down from this lofty point of burning anger, even with the chilled rage wafting towards him, impossible to get away from. Even with the flaming plumage that spreads over Ronin’s shoulders, a calculated threat against him, one that has the ascendeds face twisting.
”Oh so that’s it.” Rage burns just a touch hotter than fear, even as Ronin leans in close enough for Nate to feel the threat rolling off the other. ”You and yours can walk around doing whatever the fuck you want, because no one can hold you accountable. Must be nice to sit on the top of that mountain and sneer down at the rest of us. Fuck us, right?” A humourless laugh coughs out from the sneer on his face, Nate’s eyes rolling so hard his head moves with them. ”Fuck you!” The scream tears from him loud enough to wake the house, and if he had somehow managed to not disturb everything and everyone in a mile radius, the way he slams the door hard enough that the glass in it shatters will take care of that. A hate-filled stare watches Ronin’s back, Nate intent on not looking away until this intruder is far out of sight. Fin~ What's the drive in being alive if you don't know where you are? What's the fun in getting drunk if you can’t take it too far? | |||
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