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Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Reverio Galand

The blonde couldn't help but feel worried at Ken's initial response, just how much had the doctor drained him? Could Ken even move? His questions soon were answered when the other young man continued to speak. Odd. He felt stronger all of a sudden. Was this what Ken had spoken of? He had powers to empower others?

'Hmm. Useful.' He thought to himself before nodding to Ken. While Ken had told about his desire to jam a sharp object into the doctor's spinal cord. The blonde couldn't help but to shudder. Stabbing someone in the back. It brought back memories, but such memories had to be suppressed for the time being.

"Allright, can you move? Let's mak-" His conversation was interupted by the arrival of Chinami, seemingly popping out of nowhere as far as Reverio could tell. For a moment he expected to see the doctor, were this girl a disguise of his? No. He dismissed that idea. After all if Simon wanted them back in their state, he would hardly need to disguise himself. The girl which had appeared before him and Ken alike had abit of sweat on her brow, she was likely another captive.

Rev replied quickly in a hushed manner to both Chinami and Ken. "Will do. I guess you are another captive? Be aware that the doctor isn't alone..." Reverio said while holding out his hand towards the girl's hand, he hesitated for a brief moment before grabbing her hand. It had been ages since he held a girl in the hand.

"You've got a plan, miss?" He asked in a hushed manner. "Ready when you are..." He lifted his free hand and turned it into a fist, his glove tightening.

Simon. Would he become but a memory aswell? Or would it be they, who would become one of his? He didn't know. Just like he didn't truly know the two other young people with him. But at least he weren't alone.

Not like that one time.

@Lewascan2@Letter Bee@KillamriX88

Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Reverio Galand

Voices. Noises. There was a struggle going on, but between who? The young man furrowed his eyebrows, his ears perking up on hearing footsteps and someone coming into the room which he were located with. He allowed himself to assume a laid back posture in the chair, until he could hear the footsteps gradually becoming distant. He couldn't sit idle any longer, something fishy was indeed going on. Thus he got out of his chair, he couldn't help but feel abit off, as if someone had drained him slightly. Perhaps this were how the nobles felt after too much wine at those old masquerade balls.

The blonde young man followed the man in the suit as he made his way down a corridor and into another room. Reverio made sure to approach carefully, taking cover as much as he could, while also not losing track of the man. Peeking into a doorway he could see the boy from before. Ken. He was seemingly asleep and this man was looming over him before leaving and heading into the corridor, thankfully not spotting Rev as he quickly hid behind a corner.

As soon as the man was out of sight, Rev smoothly moved into Ken's room. He proceeded to swiftly move over towards Ken, moving his right hand to Ken's forehead, then began to channel his magic as good as he could, still with the uneasy feeling about the building. Using his powers he attempted to cleanse the condition which Ken was suffering from, healing any mental condition currently affecting him. If that wouldn't work, Rev was prepared to use the court method. Which usually involved slapping someone across the face until they woke up.

"Hey.. wake up..." Rev said in an hurried, yet hushed manner. Shaking Ken abit as he did. "There's something wrong about this place, the doctor is not who he claims to be. We need to move now." Reverio rushed over to the doorway. Then he quickly peeked out into the corridor.

"There's someone else here too... I could hear what sounded like a struggle. I think the doctor is keeping other people here against their will, for some nefarious purpose. He afflicted me with some powerful induction... he could possibly also be able to read other people's minds. We need to strike him fast, but without anger and without tapping too much into emotions... he may be able to detect us if we do. It's just an assumption, but better be on the safe side. So what do you think? Shall we rescue the others or shall we let the Rhean law enforcement be the heroes?" Rev set his piercing blue eyes directly at Ken, waiting to see what he would answer, while holding up one of his hands in a fistbump sort of manner.

Whatever the doctor was up to, Reverio felt that he just couldn't let the matter slide by. There was something going on, and he was intending to find out what.

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Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Reverio Galand

'Meditation...?' Reverio's eyes slowly narrowed as he grew serious, not openly hostile but he became wary. The doctor, was suggesting to induce him into a trance, a state of mind akin to that of sleep, where your subcouncious would still be aware of the room around, whilst your active mind rested. Danger. A sense of danger came over him. The doctor's voice may have sounded fair and clear, but the meaning of his words were growing moment by moment. Still Reverio sat back in the chair, what game did the doctor think they were playing? In Rev's mind they had played chess all along, but then again... his entire life had been a match of chess. The doctor had made his move.

Simon was calling check, the black tower had moved into position. A tower is built gradually from the base, this doctor is the same. His actions had led him to this point where he would now attempt to subdue his patients. Danger. It swelled up like a pus filled wound. Then the young man felt it, like a vortex. A black hole drawing him in. His mind. No his body aswell was being induced by a poison of the mind. His memories flashing before his eyes, becoming mixed with his dreams and desires. He couldn't help but also feel some feeling of content. False salvation. While to most it would have felt appealing to slip into, Rev felt anger swelling up instead. At himself and others.

The rebellion. The screams of the people of Vauquelin. The lamentation of the nobles as they were brought before the guilliotine. The young princess defiance to the very end, her pround walk to her doom, magnificent and tragic all in one. His brother ascending the wooden stairs to the execution grounds. How he would turn around, his gaze falling into the crowd, landing on just one person. A smile. A smile of content. Of final satisfaction. Defiance. A rebellion against a death that was destined, the wheel of fate aching, the skies shedding their many tears.

One of the twin stars had fallen, it's light fading forever, except in the memories. Reverie. He had already been sleeping since that day. A reversal of time, but only in a dream. The past twisting and turning. The crown falling, cling... clang down the large stone staircase. The scenery fading, yet the sound remain. Cling clang. The mirror cracking in twain, the face gazing into it, the crown wearing king giving his defiant smile before the mirror shattered into hundreds of pieces. Hurling out like shards of a falling meteor, burning into the atmosphere. Pillars would rise up from the earth, scorching it, a looming shadow in the distance, it's hungry red eyes seeking to devour it all. A hero clashing against it. A betrayal. A seal broken.

The light. A symbol of good and purity, twisted by time and destiny. Blinding. Deceiving.

"Brother... Brother!" A voice in the dark, echoing out. Longing for the other half. Reaching out with it's hand, but there is none to grab.

"My king! I will always be your shadow, I will always be there... until your dying day."

Then darkness again.

"My brother, what are you...?" The prisoner king stood in his cell, awaiting the final curtain.

The peasant prince leaned in, his lips moving next to his brother's ear, a whisper followed by a smile, deceptive in nature. Betrayal most foul. An elaborate trap had sprung, and it's ending was seemingly unavoidable. A punch to the face, which felt like a stab in the back.

A golden mask bearing two faces, one smiling, another crying. Falls to the ground, the crown's sound in the distance letting it's presence be known. Cling clang. As it continued to fall down the long staircase.

'The mask. A reflection. Of what I am, what could have been and what may still be. It should have been mine! But you stole it from me, my brother. How will I ever be able to forgive you? More importantly how will I be able to forgive myself? That's why I must... I must...' The thoughts darkened, like a roaring thunderstorm in the distance.

A pair of footsteps soon relieved the thunder, of someone leaving a room. Then soon after... pain. A snapping pain. The blue eyed young man slowly opened his eyes, he felt drowsy, his vision slightly blurred, he looked down at his right hand, shaking... having managed to call forth a minor amount of light energy to scorch himself out of the trance. His breathing was heavy. The doctor was adept at his work, however the young man couldn't allow himself to be trapped. Yes, it was a trap wasn't it? Simon was treading into very dangerous waters, Reverio considered the option that if the doctor could somehow read minds or uncover the terrible truth. That his future intent would be laid bare, it would leave him no choice but to outright strike Simon down. He silently prayed this wasn't the case, and that they could both go their separate ways. Rev silently began to channel his power of cleansing his mind and body, hoping it would drive out any traces of what Simon had inflicted on him.

He had considered about doing as he originally had planned, to leave and be on his way after their talk. But after having witnessed and felt the power that Simon was holding, he just couldn't turn a blind eye. He wanted to find out what he was up to, were his intentions pure or were Rev's suspicion founded and he was up to no good. It was then he decided that the best solution were to pretend to be asleep. Had the other boy, Ken fallen prey to this sort of mental influence aswell? Questions remained to be answered.

One thing was certain, Simon was not to be underestimated. Would he be able to see through his attempts at deception? Only time would tell. Rev closed his eyes, mentally chanting his mantra to himself.

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Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Suzakura Plagerzes

Midnight tournament

Music

youtube.com/watch?v=xftjQLKbikM

The pink eyed bully strolled through the crowd, his hands in his pockets as he passed by some people watching the ongoing fight between Vera and Alexandria. It didn't bother him the slightest that he was walking right in the way of some people, even shoving some to the side.

'Well shit, looks like little Dickie is out playing with the big boys tonight. Heh.. Let see how far that anger will get you this time, Bozo!' The grey haired young man grinned momentarily on his way over towards the DJ, with the intent to change the music into something more suitable. Upon arriving to the DJ, he very casually shoved the cap wearing guy with the large golden neck-chain, off his chair, causing him to fall into the crowd below.

"Out of the way you useless piece of chickenshit, this aint some old people's party or a friggin´ funeral... Time to get this party going for real! Knock it and sock it! Yeaaah!" He yelled out and switched the song being played to something else, before he started to headbang in rhythm to it.

"That's more like it! Get in with that midnight mania! Let see you shake it! DJ Degenerator is in the house! Awooooooo! Shoutout to my girl Chinami-san! Big kisses to ya! And hey to all the cool guys! Even the not so cool guys like little Dickie Parker whose fighting with the big boys tonight! Woo!" Suzakura yelled into the DJ mic, before turning up the bass further, just in time for the original DJ to climb back up, with his sunglesses tilted to the side and broken.

"Oh come on, take a hint dumbass!" Suzakura said to the guy's face, pulling down his cap over his face as he got closer, then he gave a kick to the guy's leg, causing him to fall down, and roll off the ramp back down into the crowd. The pink eyed young man brushed his own hand off against oneanother, like a dusty worker after a long day of hard labor.

'That's gotta do it, time to slide back to the vantage point, gotta see my milkshake dispenser, maybe she can knock the shit out of Pinky Parker.' Suzakura twirled his head about abit, placing his hands behind his neck and walked back the way he originally came.

"Hey Mina, are they done yet?! I ain't got all day waiting to see little Dickie getting his ass handed to him!" He motioned towards the large bovine girl a distance away from him, as he gradually strolled closer. Along the way there were various people chatting loudly with each other, one in particular ended up standing right in the way. What a damn bother.

"Listen I need you to get down there and grab-" A seemingly younger boy in noble clothes was talking to his much taller friend about someone. Suzakura couldn't give a damn. He began pushing a smaller boy out of the way by moving down on of his hands to plant it in the boys face, pushing him backwards over some bench until his body vanished inbetween a group of people, with his friends going after trying to find him, he could only hear the boy screaming.

"Adam! Help me up you fucking idiot and get that bastard who pushed me!" The voice of the boy soon became muffled by the music and the other people screaming and cheering, looking at the spectcle in the arena.

"Yo. I fixed the music problem, you got anything to drink?" Suzakura smirked and walked up right next to Mina, crossing his arms and looking down at the arena. Much like he often would look down on most other people. Mina was ofcourse an exception, but that was due to her size and also her being part of the same school. Only the tough could last in it.

"You know, Mina. It ain't easy being this kind of guy for any other guy, you know the cool, charming and polite. But I think I got it nailed down perfectly. " The greyhaired young man stretched his arms slightly and looked to Mina and then to the fighting going on.

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Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Right hand of Kiburi

Name: Suzakura Plagerzes



Nickname: Degenerator
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Eyes: Pink
Hair: Grey
Nationality: Rhea
Grade: 3rd year of Kiburi

Clothing: See picture, minus the gloves.

Biography:

Suzakura had a somewhat regular early childhood, even though his parents were always distant and consumed with their work instead of paying attention to him. Often chosing to rather leave him with some caretaker, but even so his life wasn't all that terrible as his parents were wealthy and able to provide for him well enough.

His mother, an exile or refugee from Izumo and his father a Rhean native, both were however drawn to each other like magnets. Both of his parents were involved in matters of science, such as creating new armoring, weaponry and medical matters. In some regards they were regarded even as geniuses amongst their peers, but they were also firm believers of the Null Meta teachings. A radical group whose whole existance goes out on battling what they refer to as the "Metahuman plague" or "Godscursed" as they often refer them as. In the eyes of many not bearing the gift of the gods, jealousy and anger quickly grew and these individuals flocked to each other, creating their own community.

Suzakura's parents were deeply rooted into that group, providing powerful and corrupt organizations with weapons of various kinds, and was lastly known to be working on the Rhean Armanent Variable project. A project meant to provide the giftless with means of fighting back against the gifted in the shapes of wearable large mecha-looking suits, fully armed to exterminate threats when necessary.

While Suzakura heard plenty of the plans his parents had, he was never interested in it. His relationship with his parents ultimately came to a swift end when the young boy began to display his gift, causing his parents to label him a curse, a demon and a menace. He was for some time kept locked away to make sure word wouldn't get out that they had a child who had extraordinary powers, his parents even tried to create some cure for what they label 'A condition'. In the meantime his parents forbade him from using said powers and then dropped him off at the nearest orphanage.

This was the last time Suzakura recalls seeing his parents. However within the bounds of the orphanage, with none to limit him no more, Suzakura began to openly use his powers, to impose his 'rule' over the other children, ultimately ending up as the top dog in said orphanage. He bullied and oppressed to get his wish done, to the point he had long lasting issues with the grown ups who tried to keep things more fair.

That is until the day came for him to finally leave, that he had outgrown the orphanage and needed a new 'playground'. Several years have passed since his departure and along the way the now young man found himself recruited into the ranks of the grand champion of the Rhean arena. Kiburi. And his school.

When it comes to personality, Suzakura believes firmly in that might gives right, and only the strong can flourish in life. He bears strong resentment for the meek or people who lack the gift, reminding him of his parents and that having a strong will is key in keeping a strong body. While he may look down on others, there are some who earn his respect by power alone or by some other form of admiration. When it comes to verbal clashes, he is well capable of holding his own and even taunt his opponents. The young man has a strong liking to provoke and mock aggressive individuals.

This said, Suzakura abides by the rules reinforced by Kiburi, even going as far as to remind others to heed them. After all without a strong hiearchy or order there would be chaos. Thus it wouldn't come as a surprise that he strongly supports the actions of the emperors of both Izumo and Vauquelin. When it comes to the other schools of Rhea, he considers St Laurels to be a school of do goody two-shoes and it's members to be narrowminded. Whereof the school of Mephisto he simply regard as a rag-tag place of trash and chaos. Clausewitz whilst it has order, he cannot help but view them all as mindless sled dogs.

Lastly when it comes to Kiburi's school, he is fiercely loyal to it and it's rules, considering it to be his true home. What Kiburi says goes. He's grand champion for a reason. Might makes right. There has been occurances in the past when the more aggressive members of the school have nearly killed other student, and as a result have been either verbally stopped or physically by Suzakura. "We don't kill other students." While the young man looks down on the weak, he also believe that someday the weak may find the strength to become strong. He just can't see it happen in too much of a protected enviroment, according to him you must break free of the cage that binds you.

Powers:

Core: Anatomy manipulation

Suzakura possesses the gift to alter his body as he desires as long as he retains a humanoid form. Such as changing his appearance, make himself more muscular, stronger, faster, able to shoot blood in a spraylike manner, produce strong gastric acids, hurl bone shards, form leathery wings capable of flight, empower his immune system and metabolism, override paralyzation or some mental afflictions, relocate organs or remove/add appendages or create new bodyparts are just a few of the things he may alter. But these things only apply to himself, he cannot affect other people's bodies with his manipulations, not for harm nor help. The power appears to be linked to him alone.

1: Armanent creation: Using his body manipulation, Suzakura can create weapons and armor out of bone, which is as hard as steel but far lighter. He may don these immedietly over his own body, or create something and part with it from his body. But why would he do that?

2: Regeneration: Having the ability to manipulate his body as he wishes, it would come as no surprise that the young man can heal himself from injuries very quickly.

3: Spawn creation: Suzakura may create golems of flesh, blood and bone to do his bidding, or he may opt to create small fly-sized fleshy creations in large numbers, whereof he can send them individually on their way or create a swarm of them. These creatures often come with the ability to spit or use acidic bites, they also do not live long, usually dying within a few days of creation. Forcing him to make new ones.

Relationships:

To be added.

Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Reverio Galand

"Your reasoning is sound, Simon, those who take time to nurture a seed into a tree yields the greatest rewards when it is finally fully grown. Be it the fruits it provide or merely having seen it grow..." Reverio nodded in agreement, before he took a slight breath and continued.

"I don't think people would be satisfied with a paradise no. Because people always desire more, whatever 'more' may be. But to one such as I, having a seemingly unobtainable goal that you can envision in your mind is greater than lacking any vision at all. If you lose track of your dream, you will also lose yourself along the way. That's why power corrupts, because the old needs are replaced by new far grander ones. Yet if your original dream is one that is above all else, then you will no doubt retain yourself. And being yourself is important, no matter what masks you may chose to wear in front of others." Reverio allowed a soft smile to decorate his lips, his head leaning forwards slightly, his blonde hair falling down to cover his eyes momentarily. The young man's eyes slightly shaded by the shadows cast.

"To have humble goals will make you look for the next goal once the first is reached, and thus you will never truly be content nor satisfied. I think it is far easier to be content and satisfied in the fact that ones greatest dream and wish won't likely come true at all, and to live knowing that. Yet that doesn't stop that feeling does it? Hope. That someday, you might be able to find the key, to open that final door, to make all your wishes and dreams come true." The young man allowed his head to slowly rise and his eyes set on Simon.

"My brother had a dream too, but likely a different one than mine. When the blade fell down, he was content. I was there after all, in the crowd, amidst all the people which screamed for his death. And yet he saw me, hooded and cloaked as I were. He was smiling. Perhaps at fate itself, or at the wheel of destiny. But I have no doubt that he was content. One can only hope to experience such oneself, right?" The blonde closed his eyes and offered a soft smile towards Simon, before slowly opening his eyes again, brushing off his pants abit with his gloves. His memories came back to him, of a time before his brother's death, before Vauquelin burnt with rebellion.

Flashback episode one

Flashback episode 1/3: The Prelude. Starring: King Marlan Maressan. Jumeau Liger du Main, court servant and peasant prince.

In the distant lands of Vauquelin, a little more than three and half year ago. Two brothers, one destined to wear the crown and die, the other destined to live in his shadow. One sworn to sit upon the throne, the other sworn to never do. The people of Vauquelin know the twins fate better than anyone else, for it was ultimately by their hands that the king and his queen to be would find themselves at the guilliotine. The country was under the influence of powerful nobles, some sought power over the king and the court, and others sought to start a revolution, with the aid of the often oppressed common folk, who always came to bear the damage of choices made by nobles and their kin. After the late king's death, the elder of the two brothers, who was the only one with legitimate claim upon the throne would find his life not the easiest. Yet along his path was always his brother, his shadow, his servant.

Commonly refered to as the peasant prince by the common folk, and looked upon more favorably by them due to his standing being far lower and his ability to walk amongst the common folk without any fear of anyone trying to goad him into seeking the throne he had sworn to stay clear of. The peasant prince was a pest however to the court, whilst of royal blood, he couldn't be fully excluded from the proceedings or access to the king. But the officials often made sure that he held no true political power, and those who would have shown support for him either disappeared mysteriously or were imprisoned, only to be later pardoned by the king himself.

The two brothers despite it all were close, close confidants to oneanother, both sharing in their troubles and joys. The officials of Vauquelin, with the aid of powerful figures of influence arranged a wedding to be had between a former royal family line's daughter and the king. Both the crown wearing king and the princess, along with those involved in the royal proceedings were ultimately joined together under the guilliotine. The people, long oppressed sought vengeance and they would have it in the end.

But each action, has a reaction. The common folk in the end found themselves under a more firm iron fist, an emperor rose and seized Vauquelin alongside a powerful noble family which had supported the uprisings. Yet this vision of the past, was before all of that came to pass... a time of reverie and gallantry and painful deception.

Vauquelin... approximately three and a half year ago.

"How does this look? It's not too pompous is it? I feel like cake decoration." The crown wearing young king asked, as he twirled around slightly looking over his blue and gold royal attire.

"It's like the sky and sun your majesty, whereof you represent both." The brown-clad peasant prince replied after just a few moments of consideration.

"I don't know anything about her, what she likes or dislikes, not even her looks aside from the various posters. Does she even want to be bethrothed to me?" The king questioned with concern, allowing a frown to decorate his face.

"The officials have worked hard to make this arrangement happen, from both sides. But if your majesty is concerned I can reassure you that she is well spoken and most likely a good match. Even if..." The prince hesitated for a moment, if he should tell all that he knew or keep things simple.

"You have some concerns? Please go on dear brother." The king beckoned, stepping closer to the more humbly clad prince.

"She is considered spoiled by her family and peers, flaunting her wealth wherever possible and this have angered some of the common folk..." The prince offered an appologetic bowing motion, as if to excuse himself for speaking the truth.

"How am I any different? This outfit I wear could likely feed families for a month." The king lamented and unbuttoned the top part of his shirt, removing the ruffles and the broché that were attached to it. "Ahh... " He breathed out if relief, making his way over to his wooden throne-like chair in his dining hall, where the two brothers were currently located. It didn't take the king long to momentarily close his eyes and pinch the bridge of his nose.

"Something troubling you, your majesty? I know the outfit has been hand-picked by the officials and you didn't have much choice in the matter, but look on the bright side. It's better to have them bicker amongst each other about what attire your majesty is to wear than listening to various tax reforms or them trying to replace their opponents in the court. Give a few years and your majesty will have more power in the court and you can make your own reforms, such as providing more for the common folk. The nobles and your majesty's officials have been too strict. I pray nothing will come of it..." The prince scratched his own neck, closing his eyes as he did and gave a soft chuckle.

"I've heard a few things from the pages, the maids and chefs that the people are uneasy about the last couple of changes in the law, the tax changes and the increased price for food due to the great fire caused by the Elemental Liberation Front. What am I to do? If I ask the officials they will just recommend sending in the knights. But won't that just make things worse?" The king opened his eyes and sighed deeply as he leaned back in his seat.

"I am afraid I not well versed in those matters of the court, and my time amongst your other subjects are restricted. It's not your majesty's fault that there are uprisings, such is bound to happen no matter what kind of king you are. There's not much that can be done right now when the court nobles have the influence they've got. But rest assured your majesty, the future will be a bright one for you. I will be here, as present as your own shadow, whatever your majesty requires. My king, to ward you from the kingdoms wicked thralls, I will sin, I will kill, I will sacrifice my all." The brown clad prince offered a deep bow towards his crowned brother.

"Dear brother, you've always been there to pull me out of trouble... whatever would I do without you? This crown would have been better suited upon your head than mine." The king chuckled as he got up from his seat, moving over to his humble brother, placing both of his gloved hands on his shoulders and making him stand straight.

"Your majesty, I was made to swear an oath years ago to abandon all claims upon your rightful throne. You are the older one anyways, it's as it's should be right? Guess you are stuck with the nobles your majesty." The younger brother smiled with his eyes closed, there was a teasing tone in his voice.

"Dear brother, you are hopeless. You really enjoy seeing them torment me don't you? You aren't the one getting an arranged marriage neither... I envy you." The king smiled and allowed himself to laugh momentarily, his brother always knew how to get a laugh out of him.

"That's right your majesty, but we should see about meeting the young princess, I hear the trumpets, she must have arrived by the city gates by now." The peasant prince moved over to help his brother to attach the ruffles and the broché around his neck again, adjusting his attire to make sure he would look prim and proper.

"This is going to be a long day isn't it?" The king wiped his forehead with a napkin, which he retrieved from one of his pockets.

"No matter if the day is long or short, I'll be watching, just be yourself your majesty. That's all we can be in the end right? Just be yourself..." The brown clad prince tilted his head to the side and beckoned the king towards the doorway leading out into the grand halls to he could welcome the young princess.

Then the scenery of the past faded again, as it had done many times for Reverio, the inescapable past which was behind him, barking and growling like a hound on a hunt. How long would it take before said hound would catch up with him, he was the hart, but who was the hunter? It was nothing but the undeniable truth, seeking to skewer his very being.

'I miss you my brother... how could the world... the gods be so cruel to have given you that terrible fate. It should have been mine... IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN MINE!'

"This meeting has been clear as a clarion's call, I hope my answers have been of use to you, Simon? But now, I believe it is time for me to bid my leave. Perhaps next time we can play abit of chess?" Reverio rose up from his seat, his hand momentarily rose to his waist, before he allowed it to slide back down in a relaxed manner.

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Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Reverio Galand

"Simon then. You may address me simply as Reverio or Rev. It's the name I adopted as I came to Rhea. A crude attempt to cast off my origins, I admit, but wearing a different name can be a start of a new life. Even if your face and skin remain the same, names are important." The blonde motioned with his hand, as he viewed over Simon's bookcase again, every now and then switching between it and the doctor.

"When you find the time, perhaps you should look more into chess, more can be learnt from it than merely what moves to make. A glimse into another's mind." Rev explained, before finally approaching the chair he had been designated. Sitting down on it, crossing his legs as he did.

"Isn't all things of the future a result of an experience of the past? There must have been a defining moment where you decided that... 'This is where I want to be' right? Ofcourse such a calling take on different shapes from person to person, but ofcourse you are not wrong. Without a strong base, the tower shall crumble, alongside anyone in or near it." The foreigner allowed one of his gloved fingers to tap his own cheek softly whilst he spoke with Simon.

"None can ever be completely fullfilled with ones past, but in my case, no matter what I would have done, the future, which is now the present would have played out in a similar fashion. There are things we can control, and there are things which are beyond our reach. I am certain you've felt sometimes that, whilst your skills with people are without a doubt great, it may have sometime not been enough? Coming to terms and accepting the fact that there are limits is part of being human, don't you think? That there are things which you cannot change, such as human nature. We strive to the very best we can be, we forget many things of history and repeat it anew, we consume more than we have to... but even then, as long as there's hope there's light at the end." Reverio closed his eyes momentarily, offering a slight upturn at the corner of his lips, before his piercing blue eyes opened yet again.

"I do have a vision of a future, most people do, although I would think not many look too far ahead. Sometimes people get lost in the present and believe it will always be as it is, unchangeable and consistant in itself. The future I want is one where the experiences of my past will never happen again, not here or anywhere else. But as to which path along the way one ought to take in order to procure such a future, can be clouded by thick mist. I am no diviner after all. I desire a world free of poverty, war and all manner of tragic things. Where people like yourself would be out of buisness, due to all worries having been laid to rest. But to desire such a thing, and to be able to make it so are two different things.

After all... people desire to fight don't they? I am certain you've seen how enthralled some young people be in these tournament games and duels which this city holds. But ofcourse fighting isn't limited to just those things. You could for example also fight a battle of the minds, against yourself or against someone else who is your antithesis. Someone who opposes your future. After all, there are as many futures as there are dreams. Though sometimes paths align and become easier with others side by side." Rev softly exhaled, placing his hands together in his lap.

"What kind of future do you want, Simon?" He finally added, in a soft inquisite way, his piercing blue eyes looking right at him.

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Reverio Galand

Reverio shook his head quickly to Ken, his nickname as the prince of peasants were one he disliked with a passion. Although he seldom allowed his disdain for it be shown, but then again most titles were a thing of the past.

"That's right. Ahh... Rev works." He said with a slight smile, and were just about to ask for the other young man's name and shake his hand, but he were interupted by the doctor who had by then shown up calling the other young man up. Parting his name to Reverio, neither had the chance to introduce themselves. Back in Vaquelin this would had been an outrage at court, even amidst the servantfolk. But he wasn't in Vaquelin anymore, Rhea had it differences, and to be completely fair had many things going in it's favor.

The peasant prince offered a polite nod to Ken as he was called forth, and another to the doctor. Had he really been that fast at getting to the clinic? Perhaps the streets were shorter than they appeared. Reverio blew some air through his nose and leaned back into his seat, throwing a glance at the ceiling and overall decoration of the room, then came his own turn to be called by the doctor.

"Yes." The blonde young man replied to the doctor's beckon to follow him, there was no reason not to, after all he had been called to this place and come willingly to find out. Why? Upon entering the room labeled as number five, it made him wonder just how many worked in this clinic for there to be at least five rooms. Pondering aside, his eyes scanned the room, which didn't seem anything extraordinary. There were a chessboard in one of the corners of the room, close to one of the covered windows.

"I hope you don't mind if I stand for awhile doctor, I sat plenty in the reception room. There's something about being able to think more clearly while you are standing upright or wandering compared to sitting down. I am fine with using firstnames, does that mean you shall part yours in return?" The blonde young man offered a soft upturn at the corner of his mouth, as his hand softly caressed the side of the chessboard.

"You are correct, my past has been written and spoken of by many during these years, even prior to coming here to Rhea. That is why I didn't think it would be anything odd in being called in this manner, after all your work is to help people right? At least that's what I have understood. When it concerns my past, I have come to terms with it, three years have passed since. There's not much use in dwelling on the past, as you cannot ever change it, and even if you had the power to do so, what's to say you would succeed in your goals? The people of Vaquelin have no desire to go chase off a cast-away prince of peasants after all. Their anger were towards the king and the queen to be." Reverio blew some air through his nose, as he looked towards doctor Nightman, before throwing a glance to the chessboard.

"You play chess?" He asked in a curious tone and a slight smile, before reaching out to the pieces on the board. "A few of the pieces here are in the wrong place though, perhaps a former game? Disarray can be a common thing after going through various experiences as I am certain you are well aware of. In every person's life." Reverio reached out with his gloved white hand, gently taking hold of one of the white bishops, which stood on the king's spot on the board, and then moved the pieces back to their original places.

"But I understand, you didn't call me here to play chess, I just think life is very much like chess, in that we all take turn to make our moves. In the hopes of winning the game. In real life that could be respect, power, wealth, love and many other things, but most could be summerized as success. The white pieces fight the black, and vice versa, each hoping to win by inflicting a checkmate on the king. But that's where things differ. Outside of chess, the defeat of a king doesn't mean ultimate success. But perhaps that is because we have a much more advanced set of rules which we abide by. Life would have been so much simpler had it been akin to chess, but would it had been as enjoyable, doctor?" The blonde young man shook his head softly from side to side, causing his hair to slightly bounce.

"You became a therapist in order to find an answer to a problem of your own didn't you? I know that isn't my buisness, but I think most people have their problems, some smaller, some greater. But personally I don't see a reason to talk about a past that is just that. The past. I would rather talk of the future." Reverio straightened himself up, walking over towards the bookcase, looking over the various books stored in it. Then the young man turned around towards the doctor, his eyes momentarily closing as he smiled.

'But even so, the past events shape your path towards the future no matter how hard you try to deny it. For us all. An unforgetable thing.' The young man thought to himself, he didn't believe this doctor would hold anything he desired. But what harm would there be?

@Letter Bee@KillamriX88@Lewascan2

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Reverio Galand

Dripping. It fell. Droplets of the essence of life. The skies roared softly in the distance, the clouds dark and slowly approaching. Where were the light in this day? A question asked often. A young man traversed his way down the street leading to Dr Nightman's clinic, clad in a brown longcoat with golden buttons, the rainwater trailing down his umbrella. He could clearly see all the various signs to various buisnesses and shops along the path. Bakeries which were no doubt cheap rip-offs of his homeland's finer desserts. There was a funeral firm building next to it, run by a Mr V. Twinveil. A couple of people in dark raincoats were leaving the building, apparently mourning the recent loss of a famous banker, as they climbed into a dark limosine before driving away slowly.

"What a downpour..." The young man said softly, lifting his umbrella slightly, revealing his piercing blue eyes and gazing up at the roaring skies above. "Weeping won't solve anything..." He blew some air out through his nose, his blonde wavy hair bouncing slightly as he made his way up a pair of stairs in order to reach his destination.

'This must be it then? A therapist. Dr Nightman...' He squinted his eyes slightly to the sign, before proceeding to the main door. The young man shook the water from his umbrella, before letting it rest against the building wall. 'Someday the sun will once again shine, perhaps not this day. But someday.' Reverio thought as he raised his white gloves to the door handle, opening the main door and heading inside, closing the door neatly behind him.

The first sight he was greeted by were a corridor, walking down the corridor his blueeyed gaze fell upon a mirror that hung on the wall, as if it were there to mock him. His face turned away from the mirror, and he continued along his way towards the reception area. Reverio gave a few glances about, and noticed he wasn't the only one there. Believing the other young man there was in line before him, he decided to sit down next to Ken, albeit at a reasonable distance not to invade his personal space.

"Fair day. Despite the downpour." Reverio offered a polite nod to the side towards Ken. "One cannot ask the sun to always shine upon us, right?"

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I am still around and ready to get started :p