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Deimos Ignatius
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#1
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Before houses in the Mistbanks and festivals full of lanterns, there were brief sojourns away from mountains and summits. The humidity of the Oerwoud remained as it’d been the last time he’d been here – so his sleeves were rolled up, hair tied back, furs carefully put away in his bag of holding, and a rough snort muffled through his lungs at the temperature difference. “Have you been here before?” He glanced over his shoulder towards the courier, figuring there’d been some meandering through thickets and groves and ferns for some manner of delivery.

Blazing his own path until they stumbled upon a trail towards the shrine, the Sword paused every now and then to snag at one of the many fruits hanging; placing them within his satchel too, figuring he could snag at ample opportunity, and still not be from Halo for long. From here, they could snag future offerings for Nature Frey at their upcoming request, and then place some along this pedestal too.

By way of conversation, his tones took on a casual and dry demeanor, though he predicted it’d rankle more than one nerve. “Neron came to the Citadel the other day.”
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Tal, lacking a bag of holding, had hidden his pack of winter clothes and furs in a small, high cave of the mountain pass; one of several he used when he traveled out of Halo for deliveries. Deimos's magical bag had received an awed and longing stare as item after item was stuffed within and it never grew heavier.

Even so, he had to shake his head at Deimos's question when it came as he slogged along in the General's wake. He wore linen and had a sweatband wrapped around his brow, but even so the sweat poured off him at the unaccustomed heat and humidity of the jungle. "Mostly people have wanted things to go to Torchline. So usually I can get away with skirting the Climb and heading south towards the coast," he explained, swatting a large, bumbling beetle with a shiny blue carapace away from his face with a wrinkled nose. "An' even then, I only really started takin' packages outside of Halo this past year."

He grabbed at a fruit that looked like one that Deimos had just tucked away and bit into it experimentally. Pale eyes widened in delight at the sweet, tangy explosion of flavor--

And he almost spit out the mouthful as the General's words turned the food sour in his mouth. He hurriedly chewed and swallowed, a low growl underlying his voice. "So much for hopin' he fuckin' died with Morgan," he swore and spat. "What did the bastard want this time?"
Deimos Ignatius
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#3
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The Sword nodded in understanding, grabbing one more fruit, potentially to be utilized for the greenhouse, before coming towards the shrine itself – massive roots intermingling, rising, ascending towards canopies and sunlight. From there, he placed several in his grasp upon the layers of greenery, a wide range of hues, blends, and flavors, considering something with a tilt to his head. But he gave it a residual pause, dividing his attention between offerings and conversation.

“It was difficult to tell,” quick and swift, stupefying and bewildering. A flattened range of stoicism ensured his brows didn’t furrow while he created a few plates, retrieving a hunting knife from his belt. “None of his tales made sense, and he was clearly lying. Came in as if he had been attacked. Clothes shredded, claw marks, bruises, cuts, and the like,” but it’d been some time thereafter Morgan’s siege and assault, as if he’d been trying to combine the measures. “I am not certain what his purpose was.” No one believed his show, anyway.

Any amount of frustration from the event funneled in the wake of his dagger, carving through the citrus efficiently, portioned and partitioned out along the brambles.
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The shrine was unlike anything else Tal had seen and he stopped when it came into view to just stand and stare for a little while. It was a pity that Neron's name had to sully such a beautiful place, verdant and sacred. The courier's brow furrowed for them both, neither stoic nor particularly caring who saw the emotions writ plainly on his face: disgust, confusion, and a seething resentment that had a target but no outlet.

"Too bad whatever attacked him didn't finish the job," he growled. Rummaging in his pack produced a pristine white arctic hare pelt and an apple from the Citadel's greenhouse that he set beside the General's gifts. A shiny blue-black beetle carapace with a grinning white death's head marking on the back completed the set and he stepped back to admire their layout.

"Did Noah officially exile him again?" Hope gleamed in pale eyes along with a certain bloodthirstiness that wouldn't have looked out of place on his dragon.
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#5
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Talyson’s features said enough for both individuals anyway; the Sword retaining his reticence so that there were measures instead of emotions searing into the area. The shrine didn’t deserve his frustration, exasperation, or confusion, and after his eyes went to the courier’s gifts, he supplied some cream from a jar in his bag, before stepping aside, rummaging back through his things.

With every item seemed to be back in its proper place, he tucked the satchel over his shoulder again, pinpointing his gaze into a narrowed fixture as he glanced upwards, along brambles and canopies, along long boughs and branches, wondering when it ceased, or perhaps, when all these other dramatics would end as well. “A shame,” because the chances, the opportunities, had been there, but the Hailstorm managed to survive each of them. “Noah accused him of murdering Morgan,” and here his stare came downward again, jaw unclenching, feathering, as his eyesight became pinpointed on some leaves, as if his glare alone might cause them to combust, before adjusting the sight back to Talyson. “I have yet to hear of any details on evidence or consequences.”
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Deimos had a way of going right to the heart of the matter, and Tal's eyes widened in shock at the Warden's accusation. "Oh, fuck," he breathed, mind whirling with the potential ramifications and consequences of that claim. His own gaze unfocused as he tried to grasp even one coherent thought in the jumble of emotional responses that sprung immediately to the surface, but one thing was eminently clear.

He didn't doubt Neron's guilt for even a heartbeat.

"He always bites the hand that feeds him, huh?" There was no flippancy in the courier's words; only a bitterness nursed over the last few years.

And then, a moment later, pale eyes focused back on Deimos with troubled confusion in their depths. "...If he goes to hide with the other Ascended in the Hollowed Grounds... and they won't turn him over to Noah for a trial... will we be at war with them?"
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#7
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“I do not understand it.” Which was the truth – Neron remained an enigma to him. Nonsensical, greedy, avaricious, and cowardly, all combining into an individual that had not only endangered a region he once led, but then destroyed someone he claimed to hold near and dear. Eyes trained back on the root system, how the limbs clambered and climbed, his focus was drawn on a trail of thoughts, nestled and broiled into sinuous semblances, coaxed out loud for Talyson’s benefit. “If he did do it, why? Morgan permitted him to remain in Halo without consequences. Hold rank.”

His gaze narrowed to dangerous, piercing degrees, and then the words trailing thereafter from the courier didn’t ease the tension in his spine. A sigh unfurled, and he swallowed down something. “I do not know. That depends on how Noah wants to proceed.” Would the Ascended give him up? Play little mind games and tricks? Pretend, remain complacent? It was an interplay of politics he didn’t particularly care for – considering the crime would’ve been done as a Halo citizen – the Grounds had no claim over him then. Deimos could imagine Neron’s smug face if the kingdoms went to war over something he’d done. It nearly made him vomit. “I have no desire to give him the satisfaction of such dramatics.”
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"Maybe he got tired of being second fiddle an' wanted to be in charge again? But he had to know we'd never take him back without Morgan to force him on us..." As Deimos had said, there was no understanding it. But then, Neron's actions had never been comprehensible to the courier.

Which only made him scowl harder until the consequences started to sink in and frustration and bitterness turned to confusion and worry.

It was for the best that calmer heads were in charge, and Tal chewed his lip at all the unknowns at play. He stared at the shrine as if it might have the answers he sought, but today the gods were silent. Deimos offered a point that Tal hadn't considered, and pale eyes flicked sharply to the General. "Guess there's that... unless that satisfaction is short-lived," he pointed out hopefully. "But there ought t'be some kind of consequences for killing our Warden." No matter how poor some of the choices Morgan had made were.
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#9
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To Talyson’s point, Deimos’ scowl set firmer in his brows. It’d be an instant coup all over again, and the Sword wouldn’t have been very discontent to go charging in to remove Neron – or to bombard with all the unsettling notions of the Voice intermingling her way further into the mountains’ reaches. But it wasn’t the leaves’ fault that the Hailstorm’s actions had begun to cause more fractures and fault lines into the world – so his stare turned and twisted away.

And another long sigh followed suit. “Agreed. Exile is not enough.” A punishment, a consequence, some rendering – for all of the junctures and horrific casualties Neron had caused. There was always imprisonment, a life in chains, locked away somewhere, until Wessex or someone powerful, potent, came to rescue the fool. Death; swift and sure and certain, would be even more compelling. His piercing gaze landed on the courier though, one of the many victims of the Ascended’s antics, pondering. “How would you see him brought to justice?”
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Tal nodded sharply at Deimos's agreement. He would have stuck by his words regardless, but it was a quiet relief to have them vindicated by someone he respected. Still, what-ifs and wishful thinking wouldn't get them anywhere, and he swatted irritably at an investigative fly that buzzed too close to his ear. It wasn't Neron, but it was nice to have something to lash out at, however small.

He looked up with a start, realizing the General's eyes were on him, and the question had him opening his mouth in swift retort--

And then snapping it closed again, swallowing back the bile as he tried to live up to his friend's example. "Uh... well... For what he did before, when he was Warden, I'd say throw him in prison and lose the key. His selfish choices killed a lot of people, and endangered everyone in the Citadel." Tal's scowl took on the angry, wounded edge it always did when he spoke of those days. But then as he struggled with what he wanted to say it faded back into a grim line and he met the General's eyes squarely.

"And since he's an Ascended I guess... in order to keep him in there we'd probably have to find a way to remove his Ascended tricks, an' pull his fangs so he can't bite anyone." He heaved a frustrated sigh, scuffing the ground with one booted foot. "Dunno how to keep the rest of 'em from just stormin' in and grabbing him back, though. Unless Safrin or Frey can make an Ascended-proof cage or something." He looked down, rubbing fiercely at the back of his neck. "Otherwise, only way to make sure he doesn't hurt anyone else is to kill him, I guess. But it's not fair to ask anyone else t'do it in cold blood." He glared at his toes, unsure whether he'd be able to do the deed outside of the heat of battle, and even less sure that he wanted to be certain of the answer.
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#11
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Several modilu flies appeared thereafter – in swarms of hues and colors, marking their way along the pitch of branches and roots in a sauntering ease; not bothered by the heat of the day, by the rush of the men discussing in consequences that may not ever be seen. But it was nice to have those calculations in order, given some modicum of direction, even when they were coated in rancor, and in some past, not disregarded, traumas. He watched the insects for a few seconds more; as their patterns and blends changed.

Then turned his head to address the courier again, aware of the weight of loss, of how the Hailstorm had bit far more into the summits and mountains than it seemed possible. The points were major ones, and the General found himself nodding. “Nor do I believe his Ascended brethren, or the Voice, would allow that to happen.” Especially not so close to war. Time was a precious resource passing away with each day; and the notions of an Ascended proof cage or prison seemed far-fetched for now; and they’d need fluid. A long sigh filtered and brimmed along his lungs again, trying to wage down the angles of frustration, with the pitfalls of all their probabilities. “I was told that the Voice can control them too.”
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Tal nodded glumly at Deimos's point, and when he raised his head his gaze was caught by the changing colors of the small swarm. The ones nearest him slid through muddy blues and bloody carmines, colors bright and dark and shifting. He watched them for a little while with reluctant fascination, distracted by their aerial dance until the General spoke up again and the courier shot him a sharp glance.

"Like... puppets?" It was a terrifying thought to try and wrap his head around, and Tal grimaced in reluctant sympathy. "Poor, cold-blooded bastards. Still can't really figure out why anyone would choose that trail. S'like makin' a deal with Lady Deepfrost. The price is always a lot higher than you think it'll be at the time." He shook his head, then jerked it back from a modilu that tried to investigate his nose, scowling. "Wish their portals weren't so damn convenient, at least. Be nice to have an alternative."
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#13
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The flies corresponded to moods, and the shifting configurations presently were downright dismal and rancorous; Deimos was half-surprised to find they weren’t a muddied amber, complete with some embittered press of the earth caving down around them. He breathed, sharpening the air in his lungs so the air wasn’t so muddied and muddled, the frustration reaching its peak, and flowing away from his bones. For the instant, he could be the calculating figure, lending sagacity when and where he could, rather than dive headlong into favored contempt.

His eyes went upward as the insects did too; thinking of Kiada, of a soul who’d been gone much too soon, and how she’d always grasped the opportunities to survive. “For those who had died and came back during that Festival a couple years ago, I could almost understand it. They returned for their loved ones, or another chance, even if they understood what they were following.” Betraying their former gods, or simply reliving in the Voice’s abyss, must have seemed worthwhile. A temptation far too great. As for the others? He wasn’t certain.

Then his gaze fell, following a particular bug as it altered its hues into a more gilded stature. “I do not use them any longer.” But he could fly – where so many didn’t have the same abilities. “It would be nice to have skyports though, for Halo, like the other lands. I do not care for how dependent some are on her devices.”
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#14
As the conversation shifted away from Neron some of the dark, twisted emotions subsided in Tal's breast and the modilu flie in front of him took on brighter hues before spiraling away. He nodded slowly at Deimos's words, catching his lip between his teeth and chewing it thoughtfully. "Hadn't thought of it like that," he admitted reluctantly. "I don't like thinkin' about it too much. About why... more people didn't come back." A multitude of reasons, but they all boiled down to: something else had meant more to them than their children.

Another fly landed gently on top of the courier's head, unnoticed for the moment. At the mention of skyports, however, it pulsed bright yellow, and Tal's gaze sharpened on the General again - this time in eagerness. "D'you think we could make one?" he asked, hope rising against the weight of resentment and mourning that lingered. A worthwhile distraction had been found, at least, and the tempestuous youth gestured enthusiastically. "An' a skyship to dock there?"


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