[Training] [se] dead language mystery

Deimos After assisting in the daemon hunt, the Sword and his party of companions opted to tread familiar grounds. It was almost comforting, to not be amongst the sand and surf, but adrift in the sea of seemingly endless grass, accompanied by moments and memories, tracing the foundations of where they’d wander next. And still, in some fresh instances, he caught himself wondering the exact same things since their banishment from Halo – repeating and reverberating the determination, the tenacious grind in his bones. To not give in. To keep forging onward, no matter how much the task loomed. The Last Step was known too, rising out of the hollowed, hallowed hills as ever-increasing stairs to the heavens, or nowhere at all. Deimos stopped there, proceeding to open his bag of holding, taking a second to rearrange his belongings, assess what was left, and where to meander from there. Belial took it upon himself to glide underneath stone awnings, unbothered by their latest exploits. Zuriel, however, remained on guard, standing with her head held high, ears pricked, twisting back and forth to catch bits and pieces of sound. It left him on the slightest of edges too, as if waiting for some other storm to begin. Maybe she’d caught wind of another amongst the world, and that was all there’d be to it. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime

Gideon

the priest

Give your heart and soul to charity
'Cause the rest of you

The world was beginning to harden into the form it had been taking for years now, the war inching so close he could almost taste their salvation. Gideon's mind thrummed from the moment he woke up to the moment he closed his eyes at night, the possibilities and excitement for what was to come clouding his thoughts of anything else.

While it was a very thrilling way to live, it was not very practical when one had a Temple to run. So, he'd gone for a walk in the Wilds. Something to try and clear his head.

It was unusual to see anyone in the Wilds. Often, one could go for a walk there and be convinced they were the only person in the world. So when Gideon saw the distinct shadow of a man on the horizon, and when he got closer realised it was someone he knew, he was quite surprised. "Deimos!" He called - his route was going to bring him that way anyway, and he'd quite enjoyed their conversation last time. "Fancy seeing you here." As he got closer, stood with his hands on his hips and looked the large man up and down, he grinned in an ever so slightly manic way. "On important business?"

The best of you, Honey, belongs to me

Deimos His name shouted across the outcrops made him instantly realize why Zuriel had been on such high alert – and the tones, the demeanor, of the individual didn’t make him any less apprehensive either. Straightening out from his crouch amongst the stones, taut and rigid and unyielding, the Sword nodded toward the priest, though he couldn’t be just as jovial or frenetic. Not after other circumstances, stories unfurling their way through Torchline’s streets. There were a horde of inquiries layered against the back of his mind, and he doubted any of them would be answered, so he kept them lodged there, closing up his bag quickly, and tightening the cords along the top. “Gideon,” he registered with a low rumble, a nod of his head. Belial gave his own spirited greeting from the top of the staircase, and the unicorn simply stared. “Finishing up on some guild business,” which was true, for the daemon had been taken care of some distance away, all manners healed and reinstated. Quick scrutiny and piercing examinations followed, and he wasn’t certain he liked the way the priest was glancing at him. “And you?” Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime

Gideon

the priest

Give your heart and soul to charity
'Cause the rest of you

If Deimos' greeting was not quite as enthusiastic as it could have been, Gideon didn't seem to notice, the grin on his face almost set with a rigor mortis like determination as he examined the man before him and his companions. "Guild business? I didn't know you were in a guild. Maybe you mentioned it and I forgot - it has been a busy Season. What does your guild do?"

His gaze finally softened and left Deimos' eyes when he was asked a question himself, Gideon leaning down to flop himself down on the hillside, arms rested forward on his knees. "Oh, the ever busy life of the Righteous. I have been healing from the attack in the Draig - Ascended weapons are precise, but in a way that is a blessing. The clean edge makes for easier stitching and healing. Other than that...Order business. Can't speak much of it." He shrugged, leaning back with his hands behind his head. "Though, I wonder: How well do you know Remi?"

The best of you, Honey, belongs to me

Deimos To be fair, the guild hadn’t been a mentioned bit in their last conversation, nor had he taken it up or tried to restore it beforehand. It had been within the interim, much like many other notions and measures. With an arch to his brow and a vague tilt to his head, his eyes wandered upwards towards where Belial was obnoxiously lounging on one of the steps, before they flicked back to Gideon. “Monster hunting.” Self-explanatory by the name alone. “There was a daemon nearby,” and he jutted his jaw towards the surrounding barrows, farther back, that appeared merely as rolling hills. The Priest seemed to make himself comfortable, and the Sword withheld a threatening sigh. He wouldn’t know about the busy life of the righteous – but his gaze narrowed in brief speculation about the Ascended weaponry. “What did they use?” And his Order secrets were safe. Deimos likely didn’t want to know, and Noah usually mentioned the more prominent details and speculations. The question about Remi had his brows furrowing though, uncertain about where the topic was going. “Not well,” not anymore. Long gone was the altruistic man amidst the Grounds. And likely to stay that way. “Why do you ask?” Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime