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For Ru!
Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
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#1
Whoa, you let your feet run wild
Time has come as we all go down
Deimos had yet to find any particular aspect of the Feverlands compelling. Perhaps it was the constant, overbearing fog. Maybe it was the treacherous landscape – offering naught but a seemingly endless barrage of difficulties, traps, and snares. At least with the Climb, the hot springs had been layered and lacquered in amongst the desecration (and he enjoyed fire; a natural element right down the maelstroms in his flesh and bone). There was the possibility he simply hadn’t set foot in the right area, but as far as ventures and explorations went, he was beginning to believe they would’ve been better off forging through the desert.

Casting away another resurgence of the fog with his air incantations, he’d long since notified Hotaru of his current whereabouts. If she had any inclination to ignore his request, she could do so – their last meeting had been mercurial and tenuous at best. But he shrugged his shoulders, maneuvering around and over another set of jagged proportions of wood, while Zuriel stepped behind him, and Belial batted at dead leaves nearby.

The tar bubbled nearby, promises of more duplicitous actions, and he shook his head, half a warning on his tongue before repeating the same process as before – flickering the fog away from their process and progress through the mystifying haze.
Yeah but for the fall—oh, my—
Do you dare to look them right in the eyes?
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#2
Hotaru
What if we're all just sleeping satellites
Why do we drift so far from home
With the twins aged and intent on taking the Greatwood by storm, some measure of freedom has been awarded to their mother once more. A freedom she had not missed or ached for, but which she appreciates all the same once granted. There is a comfort to the knowledge that they are safer in their numbered years than they were as infants, and less of a burden upon Vai as well. So when Deimos' letter comes as promised (and there is relief there, too, that it did come despite their last meeting) she kisses her children and departs on wings made strong by Sunjata's teachings.

The Feverlands are relatively unknown to her, aside from the accidental trip she'd taken with Wessex. It's a bittersweet memory now. Made all the more so after her last encounter with the woman.

Deimos is not so recognizable from above as Zuriel and Belial, whose larger forms are a giveaway as to who the man is between them. Hotaru dives, tawny feathers rippling in the heated, acrid air until the bond is not so thinly stretched. Circling low, she crests as close to Deimos as she dares, an avian burble of a greeting resonating in her throat as she swoops by over his shoulder and farther down the path. And then from the haze the woman emerges, far more put together than last he'd seen her and with trademark vixen smile pulling at her lips. "I know you can't be tired of the snow, so what brings us here?" Gentle jibe that is offered like an olive branch, whose leaves strain and tendrils curl, trying to ascertain where they stand.
Why do we wake ourselves from paradise
Where we will never be alone
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the Resurrected Sword
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#3
Whoa, you let your feet run wild
Time has come as we all go down
Belial spotted her well before; giving his alarming screech that usually sent the Sword into levels of irritation or alarm. Given expectations of Ru coming, his eyes flickered to the sky, snorting as an unfamiliar bird form took wing, diving, then circling, before emerging as exactly who he’d predicted. He arched a brow, and deliberately maneuvered more of the fog away, so her entrance became less dramatic, coupled with a matching wrinkle to his nose; boyish again.

Another breath of air filled his lungs, while the peryton zoomed around on the ground, likely in excitement. “Exploring.” Ru knew he was naturally nosey and curious anyway. That wouldn’t be much of a surprise. “I did not get to see much of it when we were helping the Mathair.” Like when he had to carry the seasonal deity all the way home, or while he was avoiding being eaten. Jutting his chin forward, he angled an inquiry towards her, and then immediately veered off whatever worn path had been etched into the surface of the earth, extending his long limbs and stride over brambles, nettles, and around the inclinations of the bubbling murk. “How are you doing?”
Yeah but for the fall—oh, my—
Do you dare to look them right in the eyes?
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#4
Hotaru
What if we're all just sleeping satellites
Why do we drift so far from home
Button nose wrinkles as the air sweeps by her unnaturally, revealing her figure and denying her the dramatics she so loves. Beneath it full lips twitch and curl helplessly, incapable of even feigning irritation at his easy disruption of her game. Though she does lift her hand to display her own newfound control over the element, tiny as it is - no more than a gust that lifts the debris and smog around her palm. "Someday I'll be able to stop you from ruining my fun," she laughs softly, waiting for him to inevitably join her as his lengthy strides carry him further down the ill-used path.

As he angles off she joins at his side, more limber but far shorter, and as such they are evenly matched in their progress up the trail. "I had heard she'd been returned, I was unaware you had a hand in it. Though I'm not surprised." A fond but teasing look is cut his way. Deimos' penchant for helping the moment someone asked is still a point of contention between them, but so long as he is not wearing himself thin as was his habit, Ru wouldn't voice her concerns anew. Gazing down and to the side at the murk and muck bubbling stickily below, the Valkyrie hums softly. "Good, finally. The twins are around eight now, and the Greatwood is beautiful with the season change. New beginnings and all that - feels like things are looking up." On a personal level of course. The war and her encounter with Wessex and the thoughts it had created were a whole slew of problems, but at least she feels like she has the energy to tackle them now. "And you?"
Why do we wake ourselves from paradise
Where we will never be alone
Hotaru has a passive magic that makes her glow with an internal golden light; it makes her appear youthful and her hair seems to look like moving sunlight. Can only subtly illuminate dark spaces.
Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
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#5
Whoa, you let your feet run wild
Time has come as we all go down
“Doubtful,” the rumbled coiled out of juvenile antics, a shrug of his shoulders in the casual dismissal. Some smug little grin landed on his features, and then he raised his head once more, glancing out over the scenery. It extended nothing back but the archaic wake of its devious earth; subversive, covert, duplicitous under all the nuances of potential pathways. At the very least, the Basin, and by extension Halo, had always been exactly as depicted: beautiful, powerful, harsh, and domineering. He had no doubt this world would swallow and consume an individual whole and never divulge the secret.

Recognizing the slight dig into one of his underlying traits, the Sword snorted, snagging at Belial and bringing him closer to their wandering intervals as the peryton aimed for a bundle of thorns. “I do not know what you mean,” airily and deftly brushing it aside; because it’d been for the good of the Greatwood, and the seasonal deities, and whatever else lurked in the midst. An opportunity for something to be repaired from the damage, from the onslaught, some of the Ascended had laid upon a land that hadn’t deserved their tyranny.

As for the twins, he arched his brow, but refrained from the inquiries over the rapid aging of children here. A strange phenomenon, and seemingly more and more prevalent as inhabitants opted to have their offspring before an impending war. “Good. You all deserve some peace.” However long it lasted. That she could have that contentment with her children, in a world protected and guarded, was a rarity for Ru. Even if it was sometimes driven by her own actions. And for him? “The usual plotting and pouting.” A sigh bolstered through, even if it was followed by a quick, self-deprecating smile. “We met up with Sah recently. Halo apparently did not do well during Deepfrost.”
Yeah but for the fall—oh, my—
Do you dare to look them right in the eyes?
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#6
Hotaru
What if we're all just sleeping satellites
Why do we drift so far from home
Childish as it may be, the Valkyrie wrinkles her nose at her brother in arms and flicks a little stinging bolt of lightning his way off her fingertips. It’ll static up his beard at best. Still worth it. “Am I rubbing off on you Reaper? I swore smugness was my thing,” she huffs, though she does nothing to hide the amusement and endearment that softens and sharpens her features in turns. Curling lips and rounding cheeks, sloped shoulders and slow blinks that translate a feline affection.

Watching the man haul at his companion while deftly verbally sidestepping her pointed comment, Hotaru snorts as if in delayed echo. So long as he does not backslide into the dark waters anew with his selflessness, she won’t condemn or needle beyond playful overtures. Though her ears prick and her shoulders turn inwards towards him as they walk as he speaks. Pouting hm?” Over what? The word conveys more youthful irritation than anger, and she wonders what prompted it.

Humming softly, she basks in his happiness for her. “Safrin has placed magic upon the children of Caido; should the war put them at risk, they will be transported away to safety. Knowing that, and how safe the Greatwood is, I feel more at peace than I have in a very long time.” The begrudging gratitude is not so begrudging anymore because of it. Her feelings for Safrin are a twisted gnarl of mistakes and petty grudges, but when it comes to her children the Valkyrie is not too proud as to snub the Goddess for such a gesture. The freedom it awards her now leaves her feeling strong and capable at last. Ready to be involved anew without worrying about what might befall her children.

Casting a sharp look to the side at the news of Halo, her mouth twists into a grim line. “I’m grateful he lived to tell you then. What happened?”
Why do we wake ourselves from paradise
Where we will never be alone
Hotaru has a passive magic that makes her glow with an internal golden light; it makes her appear youthful and her hair seems to look like moving sunlight. Can only subtly illuminate dark spaces.
Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster

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#7
Whoa, you let your feet run wild
Time has come as we all go down
The static instantly clinging to his beard caused a snort; hands going upward to attempt to right the hairs back into place. “I hope not,” by way of decree and juvenile complexities, remembering a time and place with the primordial moniker instilled in his blood. “You have already been a bad influence,” arced with another wrinkle of his nose – and with the rising of a mudball from behind her. It formed and pulsed from the radius of his incantations; and with a self-indulgent snicker, he lobbed it in the depths of absolute silence. Save for maybe the unfortunate noise it could make if it reached her back.

Masterful in the art of deflection, another sort of favored oeuvre, the Sword continued his wandering, ignoring the pointed look, the inquiry layered into the murky vestiges. Permitting Belial his vantage point on the ground, the peryton squealed at a very large dragonfly, but otherwise didn’t hasten off in another foolish display – granting Deimos a moment to consider Safrin’s latest enchantments. “What prompted this?” It might not have been a stretch to say merely the goddess’s good will, but he had a feeling there was another behind the concoction, the safety of children. “A soothing thing, to be certain.” Memories flickered briefly to Fiat Lux; days long since past when they hadn’t even considered the motions of sieges. When it’d only been festivals, enriched and lively, decimated and scorched.

His brows furrowed briefly, an indication of thoughts, of calculations, of other factions working their way through his mind. “Would the gods do the same for those who do not want to participate in the war?” The rationale being those too weak, too downtrodden, those occupied by protecting their families and other forces, rather than playing into the battles. Another note of consideration flickered through his brain, and his gaze went briefly to Zuriel. “Or would they see that as cowardice?” Choices and faultlines, all becoming wider and more difficult to parse through as the days stretched closer and closer to battle. But he thought of Halo, with citizens left to fend for themselves as Morgan chose to do nothing.

Which led to Hotaru’s sharpened looks and a deeper sigh reeling its way along his lungs. “A LongNight monster used the portal and attacked the Citadel.” He figured the Valkyrie’s sharp mind would piece together the other nuances: that Morgan’s indulgence in assistance towards the Grounds had meant nothing, that the Ascendeds’ promises hadn’t come to fruition, or that the Voice simply cared very little for the rest of the earth.
Yeah but for the fall—oh, my—
Do you dare to look them right in the eyes?
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Hotaru Kaito
the Valkyrie
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#8
Hotaru
What if we're all just sleeping satellites
Why do we drift so far from home
"You need a little bad influence here and there," she volleys back, and the words are scarcely out of her mouth before the air is blown out of her lungs by the mudball that hits her next. It forces a strangled noise from her throat that turns into an offended cry tinged with laughter as she turns to push impotently at his shoulder, scarcely capable of refraining from derailing their rather important sharing of information in favor of scuffling with him right there on the path. It wouldn't be the first time they'd done so, and it definitely won't be the last. Still, she must endeavor to be an adult for at least a few more minutes - however long it takes for Deimos to use up his allotted words for the day.

"Maeve requested it for her own child, and Safrin extended it to all children on her behalf I believe." A grand gesture, and one that she still can't make heads or tails of. Just as unwilling to take anything at face value as Deimos is, no matter how exhausting it could be to constantly doubt good news. It's a confirmation bias however when moments later he reveals that the LongNight monsters were in fact not dead, and had attacked Halo in a mystifying change of behavior. But first - "I doubt they'd relinquish viable pawns so easily, even those they are fond of. No General would dwindle their army for sentiment alone, not when it is far easier to win their allegiance by offering the protection of those who are useless in battle anyways." It is hard not to be jaded after all they have both seen, from Helovia to Caido, but sometimes it is easier to see the Gods as commanders of the world's largest chessboard. Easier not to let herself be endeared when they are but the tiniest specks of already-dimming light to such ageless beings.

"All other implications aside - the change in behavior is of greatest concern. That they are smart enough to use portals now, and to attack other lands? At least before, we could confine them to the Grounds, and those who couldn't fight could stay in other areas during LongNight." Now nobody was safe, and it was yet again all The Voice's fault for having created the monstrosities in the first place. Ru blows a frustrated breath through her teeth, hands clenching with the need for violence.
Why do we wake ourselves from paradise
Where we will never be alone
Hotaru has a passive magic that makes her glow with an internal golden light; it makes her appear youthful and her hair seems to look like moving sunlight. Can only subtly illuminate dark spaces.
Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster

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#9
Whoa, you let your feet run wild
Time has come as we all go down
There could have been an argument instilled there, in the crux and cross of wicked impacts, but he kept it locked away. Besides, he was treated to strangled noises, shock, and offense. He took credit with a wide, Cheshire grin, the slightest tilt of his head as if he were innocent, and the quick, swift movements of his figure as she deigned to strike him in return.

Fumbling off the pathway inevitably led him to a deeper spot in the muck though, and with a begrudging sigh spent a few moments retrieving his foot, but not his boot. A snort flickered and volleyed through his lungs, looking back at the object lodged away in the mire’s hold, contemplating the next course of action. Maybe if he loosened the earth up, and then sent his air incantations back, he could merely lift it, and the ridiculous problem would be solved.

Mustered in these foolish endeavors, he still managed to listen to the rounds of their discussions. He was fairly surprised it was Maeve, akin to a widening of his eyes for brief seconds, before they narrowed back into speculation. “Interesting.” It made more sense in Maeve’s attempts, and then Safrin’s goodwill. “And perhaps you are right.” Pawns were pawns, no matter how strong or weak. Most of them were already aligned with either Old or New, and it wouldn’t have even required much convincing – the children an outlier, but a good one.

But he wouldn’t have risked his people. How many times had they gone to war, and only took those willing? Strong enough. Capable enough. “That is why I want Halo to be a stronghold.” A fortress, a defensive wall against whatever onslaughts were doomed and damned to come. Except the mountains weren’t in their grasp, not yet, not now, and time was ticking away.

He glanced back at her as the boot finally came free with a pop, sending various droplets of murky, muddy water in every direction. “So in the end, the efforts meant nothing.” A chance, an opportunity, to save – and instead, squandered a year later. “And now everyone is in danger.” A nod in agreement and accord, while he cleaned the inside of the footwear out. A wiring of thought pulsed through him, considering, contemplating. “Unless something is done about the portals.”
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#10
Hotaru
What if we're all just sleeping satellites
Why do we drift so far from home
It’s difficult to leash the desire to chase, to corner her prey and cage it beneath her claws. Talons. Whichever. The animal instinct only worsens sisterly inclinations, and Ru holds onto her maturity with the very edge of her fingernails to withstand the desire to bodily tackle Deimos to the dirt. Bi-colored eyes promise his time will come however. And perhaps sooner than she thought, as she tries in vain to stifle her snickers when the mud claims his boot moments later. “Justice is swift and sweet,” she crows, dancing up the path jubilantly. Never straying far, and always within earshot as he continues to speak.

“She will be a great one.” Will, because no matter how long they must lie in wait, the time will come eventually. There is simply no other alternative. Luckily they are both practiced in the art of patience and holding their ground in the face of defeat. It’s practically in their blood as Basiners.

Making a face at the muddy splatter, Hotaru turns her gaze to the grey, oppressive sky above, thick with cinders and smog. “We would need to determine what sustains them, and I doubt destroying them would be safe either. Perhaps I can ask Frey - as it’s related to their realm.” She hasn’t seen them since her Attunement, but at least she doesn’t have to worry about righting things as Deimos does. “Of course if we begin dismantling them it may hasten the war. The Greatwood is questing to injure any Ascended who come through the portal into the woods, and that seems to be only marginally accepted due to the crimes committed against them. Nobody asked if we wanted the portals, but taking them away will surely be taken as an act of aggression.” Tensions are already high, and Hotaru doesn’t intend to fool herself about how the lines in the sand are only going to deepen.
Why do we wake ourselves from paradise
Where we will never be alone
Hotaru has a passive magic that makes her glow with an internal golden light; it makes her appear youthful and her hair seems to look like moving sunlight. Can only subtly illuminate dark spaces.
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the Resurrected Sword
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#11
Whoa, you let your feet run wild
Time has come as we all go down
From behind her back he enacted a pantomime, mocking and boyish, including an eye-roll and pretenses of her words in utter silence. Belial chirped in return though, as if they could have some quiet amusement together over very juvenile responses. Zuriel, wise and above it all, snorted.

Halo being great was left to a manner of time and more action, but he nodded, inspecting the inner workings of his shoe, casting a few more air bounties, and more water at the back of the Valkyrie’s head. Thereafter though, the Sword’s mind had already begun its incredulous, ceaseless workings, gazing upward and across the terrain, breathing in deeply while he placed his boot on again. “Damned if we do, damned if we do not,” registered as a low rumble, a shake of his head. Allow the Voice’s presence to continue so they didn’t lead everyone to earlier disaster, but at the same time, permitting the existence to spell onslaughts in the form of all her monstrous deeds.

He just didn’t know what to do instead. That rankle of frustration curled and coiled along his inner workings – and he thought of all the instances they could be utilizing, arming, and rendering Halo as a fortress. “So do we just keep collecting relics and biding our time?” Wait until someone slipped up? Wait until something else crumbled?
Yeah but for the fall—oh, my—
Do you dare to look them right in the eyes?
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#12
Hotaru
What if we're all just sleeping satellites
Why do we drift so far from home
The woman whips her head about with impressive speed at the next assault, feline eyes narrowing threateningly. He toes a line, and soon even her desire for information will not hold him safe from her more childish, violent desires. In fact it's only his grumbled musings that spare him from her casting away all pretense and chasing after him.

"Such is the way of such a publicized war," she huffs. As if anybody is surprised that Hotaru would prefer subtler motions and overtures. Lying in wait to strike all at once instead of dancing an ever-shifting line of propriety and risk with bated breath. In many ways, despite her manipulative nature, she values directness.

Shrugging helplessly, her mouth opens to respond, only to pause and close anew into a curling smirk. "I can think of better things to do than bide our time. After all, we can only seek to improve our own strengths." The sweet nature of her tone is immediately contrasted by the way she flings her hand, lightning racing up her skin to strike in a hard buzz of sensation at his shoulder.
Why do we wake ourselves from paradise
Where we will never be alone
Hotaru has a passive magic that makes her glow with an internal golden light; it makes her appear youthful and her hair seems to look like moving sunlight. Can only subtly illuminate dark spaces.
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the Resurrected Sword
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#13
Whoa, you let your feet run wild
Time has come as we all go down
The Sword had lived amongst times of lines drawn in the sand, waiting for either an adversary or ally to cross it – when war was inevitable, one vicious, stupid strike away from unfurling across the masses. This one seemed to be venturing and volleying in the same measure – the same players, the same characters, drawing forward to see when and where another would partake. Asinine, perhaps, given timeframes and limitations, teetering on brinks and edges. Given the latest information on relic gathering, considering the one found in the Sea of Glass, how many times would opposing sides clash and embark, before the conflict started right then and there? His answering snort was just that – a rumble of something between past lives and overtures that weren’t the same. “I much preferred our furtive ones.” But there’d be nothing about that here.

He was about to throw in some retort about training quite often, given the time and expanse to do so (when he wasn’t hunting, gathering, snagging at information, plotting, exploring, and the like), when the buzz of static snagged at his shoulder. Grumbling low, either a warning that she’d pressed too far or that he was about to, he shifted along the path once more, avoiding her measures as it slunk and zapped at the water nearby. Listening to the hiss and sizzle, his brows furrowed – before he unleashed his own set of barrages and assaults, taking hold of the swamp water and casting it towards her in a stream of murk and grime.
Yeah but for the fall—oh, my—
Do you dare to look them right in the eyes?
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#14
Hotaru
What if we're all just sleeping satellites
Why do we drift so far from home
“In that, you and I are of a kind,” she laments, recalling a bygone era when subtlety and planning had meant more than brute force directed by errant desires and childish whims. Not that childish whims were entirely amiss…especially if it helps them both achieve that same level of brute force that they now need to embrace in this new world.

It still feels new even after all this time.

Morose thoughts are luckily easily chased away by the grumbles of his impending retaliation, a low noise that only sparks fire across her cheeks as she grins. Mud is his weapon of choice against her, but this time she’s prepared, lifting the bracers Frey had given her to bounce it harmlessly away. Darting close, she seeks to grab onto him, ready to try out a new magic she had discovered quite by accident when shopping one afternoon: “Freeze!” More a yip of excited playfulness than a command, wondering the extent of her abilities (of which she will find it’s not much).
Why do we wake ourselves from paradise
Where we will never be alone
Hotaru has a passive magic that makes her glow with an internal golden light; it makes her appear youthful and her hair seems to look like moving sunlight. Can only subtly illuminate dark spaces.


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