[center][color=limegreen][h3]Jix Moros[/h3][/color][/center]

[[@TwilightDragon]]

[color=limegreen][b]"Jix Moros is the name,"[/b] he replied, introducing himself and motioning his head as if he were tipping a hat. [b]"Just your everyday soldier, sweetie. I'm from around these parts, just a lil' more south from here."[/b]

The thoughts of home rushed into Jix's mind, drawing a small frown. [b]"Yeah, home's down there, in [i]that[/i] territory..."[/b]

If the rumors of terror being used to subjugate the population who disagreed with the secession in the south were true, Jix prayed that his family was safe from it. [b]"Anyway,"[/b] his smile gleamed once more. [b]"My family tends the ranch I was born on. I've got a younger brother, he should be comin' up on fifteen now."[/b][/color]

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[center][color=skyblue][h3]Altan[/h3][/color][/center]

[[@TwilightDragon]] [[@Oblivion666]]

[color=skyblue]Boredom.

A simple word to summarize the trip from Altan's perspective. As much as he wanted time to pass in order to get closer to his son, he was unsure if the entire operation would be a breeze like he had been frequently told.

Sure, it would have been believable if only a small portion of the country had rebelled, but [i]all[/i] of the southern districts? They made up nearly a third of Cliace, and if they were [i]that[/i] inclined to separate forcefully, only an idiot would say that some form of armed conflict was impossible from happening. Once more, the thought of Beorc being strange creatures resurfaced; how they could be so adamant about their ideals confused him. They were the only race that actively deceived and killed one another for their beliefs; murderers, thieves, criminals, almost all of them were Beorc. Though, he could not pin all of the sins on the other race; he himself could not recall how many people he had killed for the sake of attaining fame during his mercenary years. It was as if all life was parasitic in nature.

Though, unlike everyone else, Altan acknowledged this flaw, and accepted it. There was nothing else to live for in the world except for his son, and he would do anything to make sure that he would get him back, even if it meant having to rip the Emperor into pieces with his own bare hands.

Altan's venture eventually led him back to the large campfire at the center of the encampment. Having seen the rest of the camp, he was actually astonished by the brevity in the soldiers' work. [b]"Wow, pretty impressive,"[/b] he complimented as he took a seat by the fire, looking around as he sensed his kin. One was close, though there were Laguz scattered all over the camp. It didn't matter much to him if he found another one, anyway; he was technically no longer Laguz, and he wasn't there to make friends.[/color]

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[[@Demous]]

It was unexpected, but Pogs burst out in laughter.

[b]"I ain't so sure we need your little weapons,"[/b] Pogs hefted the blade over his shoulder. [b]"After all, she and I,"[/b] he pointed to Diamanda. [b]"Are soldiers of the Cliacian Army, the most well-equipped army in the country!"[/b]

Obviously, it was a baseless statement, but Pogs liked to boast, anyway. [b]"Now, if you ain't got any business with us, I would take your horse back up north. The south's a dangerous place right now, they're taking roamers like you hostage."[/b]