Dezuel

Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Orpheuz Paladice

Orpheuz nodded as Vera replied to him about not having seen the girl in the picture. While this was highly unfortunate, it didn't change his quest. No matter where she were, he was going to find her.

"I am a former comerade and former enemy both, a traveller from a distance yet at the same time so very close. Imagine as if this world we are currently within, is but a single page in a larger book filled with pages that have similarities with oneanother. I came from one of those other pages." Orpheuz's orange eyes widened as he spoke, his seemingly blazing eyes staring right at Vera.

"I am from Rhea, but not the Rhea you know. One of many. In my Rhea... let us call is Alter-Rhea just to separate the two. A great shadow was threatening to destroy the city, heroes rose up to battle it. In the battle against said foe, many heroes and former enemies fell. Said great enemy was forced back through much hardship, but in doing so it seized a host. A person who was... is very dear to me. One cannot fight against ones heart. Thus I came to serve the great shadow. Yet despite that, I still have respect for those who are willing to fight for their beloved. Like yourself who swore vengeance when Wolf was slain. Vittorio who died trying to protect Bak. Cassius who died in Katherine's arms. Among others..." He began to grit his teeth, but soon after eased up again and continued speaking.

"The great shadow and it's host was finally cornered, with nowhere left to run. The five strode forth. You were there too. Watching it happen. How Alto led the four others forth and then struck the host with his blade of light. The dark energies twisted and opened a pathway between the worlds. As the body of the host fell through it. It was only natural that I follow. I embraced my... comerade as we fell. Who knows for how long, but when I came to the bottom. My dear one was nowhere to be seen, but as a resemblence on my very form. I was not alone in the dark, there was someone else there. Who made me an offer I couldn't simply refuse. Thus here I am, to save this and every other world from a looming threat." Orpheuz raised his right hand as he finished, he lifted it so the palm would be facing upwards. Then he bent his fingers slightly inwards as if he was grasping a stess ball, as a pitch black liquid began to quickly form in the shape of a black orb. The young man soon after, moved his hand slightly and the orb began to take the shape of a cone as it began to rapidly spin.

"The dark void change not only your body, it attempts to change your mind aswell. Not to mention the gift of the gods become changed too." The spinning cone of black liquid was soon after brought to his lips where he drank it all up. "I just couldn't stand seeing that insignificant nobody speak to you in that manner, if he causes any further problems. Do let me know and I shall make certain he will understand just how deep waters he is trying to sail upon. I have no intention to show up to his challenge neither, I don't duel with the unworthy. That aside. " Orpheuz nodded his head towards Vera's purse.

@KillamriX88

Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Reverio Galand

To having had his offer rejected by Chinami was a first, never before in his life had anyone said no to join him for dinner. It took him by surprise, but also made him realize that Chinami was indeed unlike any of the ladies of the court. It were indeed like she came from a different world alltogether. Ken on the other hand had replied to the question which he had directed towards Chinami, he wasn't the type to ask out other males for dinner. Back in the day, such an action would become the banter of the court and give rise to particular rumors. His late brother was ofcourse excluded from said thing.

"I... see... uhm... sorry Ken, I am not a good cook. The dinner offer was to Chinami. Forgive me. I don't go on private dinners with other men, I did only attend to public ones alongside a room full of other royals, nobles and officials." Rev offered an appologizing set of bows, he felt bad about it, but it couldn't be helped. It was after all Chinami who was hiding behind a mask, not Ken. He had been open and accepting to the three of them working together to put the pieces of the greater puzzle back together.
Then soon after it was time to address Chinami again, his facial expression looked troubled, disappointed and as if he had sold the butter and dropped the money.

"There's a reason people crave power, I don't think Nightman was just collecting what he did for the sake of it. He told me that in order to know great things, you must first know the really bad. Or something very similar to that. He had a chessboard aswell, according to him he used to play with a former patient of his. I find it strange, that a man such as him would keep such a thing to play on his own or as a memento unless it truly meant something for him. I wonder... could Lord Kiburi have been a former patient of his? It would explain how they seemed to know each other. It would also explain why a man such as Nightman didn't just come and fetch us all, it wasn't as if he lacked the power. It was more as if he was hiding from someone or something." Reverio crossed his arms momentarily, his eyes shimmering as they looked into Chinami's eyes.

'Just like you are hiding your heart, what are you afraid of? You carry yourself in such a proud manner, yet at the same time you are as if you are trembling. I wonder, were you once betrayed aswell? What is it that you are hiding behind that ruby gaze? Just what is that burning star?' The blonde took a few moments to ponder before he reached up both his hands above his head, and then with a bright light he summoned his family sword. The damoclaimh solais. He gently took hold of the grip of the sword, then moved his hands to it's hilt so that he could hold it over towards Chinami.

"As for telling if you are of royal blood or not. This is the blade, Damoclaimh solais. The sword of heavenly judgement. It has been passed down in my family for generations and served as a symbol of a better time. It was used in the royal ceremonies to prove ones royal heritage and through that ones legitimacy to the Vauquelin throne. To alot of people it is an important piece of my homelands history, to my remaining relatives it's the key to power... but to me it's a weapon which I draw to protect what is important to me. Please, Chinami. Take hold of it's grip and it shall tell you if you are of royal blood, it's blade will burn brighter if you have. You are not afraid, right?" The blonde held out the blade towards the ravenhaired girl, hoping she would take it.

'How can peace ever come to this world, when not even the three of us can get along?' Reverio mentally sighed as his eyes wandered over Chinami again. He had to try, after all he could feel his faith in humankind slipping away from him, like sand through his fingers.

@Lewascan2@Letter Bee

Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Reverio Galand

The blonde had been found blinking and unable to utter a word as soon as Ken began to speak up, and then hearing Chinami reprimanding him for the subject. They were already fighting each other and they had just started to talk. Rev bits his teeth together and reached up with one of his hands to his chest, taking hold of his shirt. He could feel how he was shaking, this wasn't what he wanted. This was the opposite of it. When Chinami had called Ken a shitstain, Rev was raising his hands in a manner to try calm the situation down. He was certain Ken didn't mean anything ill by what he said, he was just sharing abit of his own. Then Chinami had continued to reprimand Ken, and then she also turned to Rev and said something he had never been called before.

'...a fucking dumbass?' Rev blinked, trying to come to terms that indeed, that was what he heard Chinami say. It stung. But in some twisted way, it also wanted to make him laugh. He hadn't gotten scolded in years. What the ravenhaired girl said however did make sense to him, he didn't know them that well yet. But he did know that they were no allies of Nightman, and they had been ensnared by the same person. Rev remained silent waiting for Chinami to finish her reprimand, of both himself and Ken.

"I am sure Ken meant no harm, I do appreciate hearing how others have experienced life. While my story is important to me, I am sure both of you have equally as important stories. But please, Ken. Call me Rev. The king of Vauquelin is no more, there is no kingdom left neither." The blonde shook his head softly from side to side.

"I know that there are those who hate the king, but even they wouldn't trust the mere words by a peasant prince. They would never believe it, but you two... you do believe me don't you? I wanted to tell you, because I believe Nightman targetted us because of our blood. Ken hails from a royal line, so do I. So what I would ask is... are you from a royal line aswell, Chinami? I was hoping we could find out what it truly was that he was looking for. My intuition tells me that Simon, no.. Nightman was trying to activate some old weapon long forgotten or break some seal. His problem being that he didn't know which one? This is just what stomach feeling about all this. But perhaps I am.. uhm... a fu-fu-cking dumbarse, but at least I want to be a honest one." Reverio began to scratch his own hand, it was so difficult to talk to a girl that wasn't his cousin or her mother. He felt nervous and his entire body was as if it had butterflies flying around in it. The mention of his brother's sacrifice did still sting him like an arrow in the chest.

"My brother gave his life for mine, back then... all I ever wanted in life, all I ever dreamed of, was to be like him. He and the princess were the two most important people in my life, I couldn't save her, I couldn't even save myself. And that's why my brother did what he did. It's my fault he's dead." Rev clasped his hands together and he leaned forwards abit, his head hanging down.

"While what you say is true, I have only known you both for such a short time, but in that short time... I have learnt things about you which I find admirable. Ken, you are brutally honest in a world filled with lies, caring for others and burns with a strong passion. Chinami, you are brave and ready to protect others, smart and magnificent in how you carry yourself that would make the goddesses envious. I would be lucky to even have half of your traits." Rev said in a tone that implied that he was envious of that, as he rose up from his seat and walked over towards Chinami.

"I know we just recently met, but after my brother's action, I would say I've learnt how to tell a few things about a person. And I know you are a good person, and I would be honored to fight by your side and find out the truth about the ordeal the three of us just went through. Same goes for you Ken." He added, taking a slight breath before he proceeded.

"I also felt something when I healed you, it was as if you had a burning star in your chest. I couldn't tell what it was, but I was hoping that perhaps you could tell me? I know this may seem like me being nosey, but I would rather be nosey and care about another, than close off my heart... and regret never asking." Reverio held out his hand with the palm facing upwards.

"I will trust you with my life, and I hope you will be able to do do the same. Uhm... perhaps you would be available for dinner today?" The blonde smiled softly and tilted his head to the side in a friendly manner. It couldn't hurt to ask could it?

@Lewascan2@Letter Bee

Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Orpheuz Paladice and ???

"You be surprised what insane things people will do for what is important to them, perhaps we have all a tinge of madness in us? Make your judgements in time as I will. Until we meet again, demoness. Good luck." Orpheuz offered a lazy salute. Then he waited for a few moments to hear Andras replies if there would be any, before he simply began to walk off. Leaving Andras to prep for her next fight.

'They will most certainly not be here, but someone might still know something. The bar over yonder seems to be a good place to start.' Orpheuz placed both hos his hands into his jacket pockets as he made his way towards the bar section, as he got closer he noticed a girl with pink hair.

'That girl... yes that's definitely her.' Orpheuz movements gradually began to speed up, but he still moved in such a manner to avoid bumping into someone. Not too far away from him, another young man was rising up through what seemed to be a broken table. Suzakura was brushing himself off.

"That fucking sack of fishshit got what he deserved!" Someone too short to be seen, screamed towards Suzakura from over where he first had stood watching the fights with disinterest.

"Friggin heck, I was in the middle of my damn introduction phase. That was totally uncool. Eh what? Are you trying to tell me the fight is over already? What kind of dumb rules are you playing by? Ehh?! You know what? Whatever! I have more important things to do than fight some low tier Mr Muscle posterboy in a ring that is clearly too weak to hold me." Suzakura protested and rose up from the announcer's lap, while making stretching attempts as he heard all his cords in his spine smack back into place again.

"Allright, Holy hells I need a drink..." The bully pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers as he began wading past the various people, who despite all their cheering, knew to stay the hell away from him. The bar wasn't too far away as he made his way towards it. 'Oi... isn't that peachybitchy over there? Well, what do you know. It's a sign from the allmighty gods. Let's get into Suzaprize mood.' He began to casually stroll over but was cut off along his way by some guy who dressed like those Clausewitz pansies.

'Whoa. You got some friggin nerve to get on my highway... damn Clauzwitz clown.' The bully whistled slightly, in what could be admiration or that things were just about to get out of hand yet again. Orpheuz slid up next to Vera quite smoothly, looking first at the other people at the bar. None was present that he could recognize, so he set his eyes directly at the pink haired girl.

"I didn't expect to see you in this cesspool, what brings you here? Where is your other half? Where is Wolf?" Orpheuz orange eyes homed in on Vera's. Yet before any answers could be received another voice interupted.

"Yo! Did you watch my fight, pinkypants? Did it make you sweaty? I had to hold back on the guy and well, and me being me, I let the guy have this win cause he probably fails at everything else in life." Suzakura said in a cheery manner, as he stepped up closer trying to place himself right between Vera and Orpheuz before his hand reached out and found itself on Orpheuz shoulder.

"Me and the little missy go way back, so would you be a proper gent and get the freck out of here allright?" Suzakura blew some air right into the other young man's face and offered a smug grin as he sized him up.

Orpheuz's gaze had left Vera, the moment he had heard the other young man approaching. His eyes had darted to the hand which now was placed on his shoulder, but soon it was lifted to meet the gaze of the bully. "Whoa. Holy hells look at that glare, my friggin legs are shaking. Don't tell me, you are about to throw up?" Suza said in a mocking manner to Orpheuz face.

"You do not address her like that, show some respect. And get your hands off me, scum!" Orpheuz orange eyes widened as there was a sudden change in temperature near him, as if there had been an instant change from winter to a hot summer. The military clad young man's hair began to flicker, before Suzakura's arm was forcefully lifted by some unseen force from Orpheuz's shoulder. And then the bully was lifted off his feet alltogether by the same invisible force, into a cross-like manner before being violently hurled several meters away, while at the same time not hitting anyone else.

The bully landed safely on his back against the floor. "Hey! What the friggin heck do you think you are doing punk?" Suzakura barked towards the military clad person, as he threw himself back up to his feet using just one of his arms, and from a prone position too.

"Swatting a buzzing fly." Orpheuz replied as he gave the bully a distant glare.

"Holy hells we've got a badasss! Ooooh! I am literally flipping out of my friggin sandals in fear! Allright, I get it, you want to show off to miss C-Cup minus! Go on right ahead, but once she's seen the Suza, you know that's the only way to Cure-ya. Well, since I am feeling generous today and is in need of some good milk, I am gonna let you off the hook today, but I expect to see your Clausewitzy wiseguy ass in front of the Kiburi school in three days from now. So I can properly teach you a lesson about who rules this place." Suzakura made a clicking sound with his mouth and then a snap with his finger, then twirled on his feet and began to walk off.

Orpheuz watched as the bully vanished in the crowd, then turned back to look at Vera. "I see things haven't changed by much here. Ahh, but you are probably wondering who I am? My name is Orpheuz. I am a traveller in search for the holiest of things. Perhaps you can tell me where to find this girl?" He reached inside of his pocket to hold up a photograph of a blonde girl.

@KillamriX88@Crowvette

Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Reverio Galand

As the door closed behind him, Rev had breathed out a heavy sigh. That had been so awkward and embarassing. He had not felt so humiliated in his entire life. There was nothing graceful in slipping on the floor at all. Not even his getup, or lack thereof was going to save him from that disgrace.

'Well, at least she didn't laugh at me. I should really start looking where I put my feet.' He pulled at his own hair slightly in distress before he gave out another sigh, this was not the time to have a mental breakdown but to get into a more respectable attire. Or any attire for that matter. He didn't waste time in getting dress, and slid piece after piece on and attached the ruffles at his neck, clasped the belt parts together and adjusted his hair. His gaze fell on the empty spot above the bathroom sink, at least the mirror was not there anyone to mock him. The blonde took a soft inhale and then opened the bathroom door.

"My sincerest appologies for the delay and my lack of proper attire." Rev gave a deep bow towards Chinami, his blue eyes shimmering with sincerity. Before they darted to the side and he noticed his Phoenix-pigeon with the towel on it.

"Oh no!" He reached out to grab the towel from the now dampened bird, thankfully the bird was unharmed. Perhaps due to it's quite large size, or it's slight elemental nature. This particular bird species had natural heat eminating from them, much like how a radiator would behave. So by the time Rev took the towel from it, it had been dried up by a fair amount.

The blonde scurried into the bathroom to hang it up and then he washed his hands, before scurrying out to the kitchen and preparing something which he could offer his guest. When Reverio finally showed up in front of Chinami, over by the small table right in front of his couch he placed down the silver tray with the food on it. The tray held a bowl filled with grapes, a couple of red apples, strawberries and some smaller fruits and berries of various kind.

Right next to the bowl was a pitcher with ice-cool tea which had been flavoured perfectly in mimicry to the kind served in his homeland. There were three cups on the tray aswell and three small plates which one could place the goodies upon. The tray also had a baguette lying on it, flanked by two brioché, which were two smaller rounded bread pieces that were soft to the touch. A small wounded cup also held some whipped cream, and right next to it was a small plate with a various amount of small cheese pieces.

"Please help yourself to some refreshments. I am very grateful that you found the time to come and visit me, I have something important to tell you and I want to ask you something aswell." Rev said in a serious, yet still friendly manner as he poured up some ice-cool tea for Chinami in one of the finely decorated porcelain cups.

"I was trying to find the right size of cup for you, I hope these are allright for you?" There was a slight bit of worry that the porcelain was not on par with that of the people from Albion. While he wasn't a porcelain fanatic, he still felt the need to at least do better than the people that came from there. The now dressed blonde, shifted abit on his feet before he gradually lowered himself into a kneeling fashion akin to knight before a queen. His now light blue coat and white shirt making him look like a fancy pirate. He did have a bird after all. But no peg leg, eyepatch or hat though.

"I want to tell you something..." He said in a soft tone of voice, one of his hands slid into one of his coat pocket. But before he had a chance to ask what he wanted to ask, he heard a knocking.

"Oh? Oh.. there's someone at the door!" Reverio slowly rose up to his feet again. Why now of all times? It better not be one of those religious fanatics trying to recruit him.

"A moment, if you will, fair miss Chinami." He offered another highly appologetic bow with his head., before he marched over towards the door, on his way there he heard a voice.

'Oh! It's Ken... The timing!' The young man strode over to the door, and fake coughed into his hand. He was in a good mood, surely Ken who was the heir to the throne of Izumo was not immune to humor.

"I am sorry! The clinic is closed for the time being!" Reverio said in a jesting manner, his eyes closed as he raised one hand to his mouth to hold back his snickering. Before he unlocked the door and opened it.

"Just jesting! Glad to see you are coming to pay a visit, Lord Ikari. I was hoping you would join us today, for I was hoping to speak to you about something. Miss Chinami is already inside, please come in and help yourself to some refreshments." Reverio motioned with his whole arms for Ken to step inside, the blonde would have waited and then closed and locked the door behind him then joined with them over by the table and the various comfy furniture.

"I have some questions about what you two know about Nightman, and if miss Chinami knows what happened to him. But first I would like to share something with you two, because I feel that you two are the only ones I could share this with. The only ones I can trust. A thing I have been carrying with me for three years, and I wonder if it may have played a part in Nightman chosing me to be one of the people he lured to his clinic yesterday. I realize that I cannot, I should not keep things from either one of you, as this involves you aswell. We are now a trinity, connected and treading upon a similar path. That said let me tell you the truth of my past." Reverio said as he sat down in one of the chairs, making sure he was facing both of them. He seemed to slump into the chair in such a heavy manner, it almost appeared like he had the burden of the entire world on his shoulders. Like what he was about to tell them was the hardest thing he would ever come to face. His expression was firm and sincere, his blue eyes was looking both of them over before he seemed to look into nothingness.

"As you know, I am called Reverio Galand in the lands of Rhea. But this is not my birthname, just a name I claimed to get some solitude from the past. Yet that didn't stop that nickname from spreading. The peasant prince. I am certain both of you have heard of that one." Reverio said with a soft sigh, his hands which had been turned into fists relaxed abit.

"Most people claim to know my story, it has passed from ear to ear, from one mouth to the other. But there are things which these tales do not speak of, as the case of betrayal. The truth which has eluded so many. And it is this truth that I shall now share with you both, and I hope you can forgive me." Reverio offered a deep bow with his head towards both Chinami and Ken.

"The King of Vauquelin had been put in a cell, when the rebellion of my homeland got out of control. The princess to which he was engaged with had been executed, alongside many nobles, including the Duke of D'Contre. The crowd demanded blood for their suffering, the suffering that the ruling class of my homeland had been unable to qwell. This was their way of justice, their way of vengeance. Many people were taken to the execution grounds, loyal ministers, nobles, guards, messengers and children..." Reverio's form seemed to grow more sad in stature as he seemed to lean forwards slightly.

"The knowledge of what happened is grim enough to make me feel sick. But I was there in those last moments, both in the cell and on the execution grounds when my brother paid the ultimate price. He deceived the entire kingdom, including his brother." Reverio said as he pressed his lips together, taking a short pause before he continued talking, yet more gradually his story became more a memory, a vision than a tale.

Flashback 3/3: The final betrayal. Starring: Liger Du Main and King Marlan Maressan.

It was with a creaking sound the door was opened, and with a slamming sound the large heavy wooden door was shut behind him. Liger du Main found himself in the very cell to his brother, the now imprisoned King. The small window of the cell was too high up for the King to see what was occuring outside of it, yet the sounds of the large crowd that had been gathered for the last couple of days made him feel like he didn't want to. Despite being in a cell and surrounded by dust, the King still managed to project an aura of radiance which only a King could. Like the ballroom had been, these cells were also reinforced to prevent any attempt to use a godly given gift.

"My king, it's I. Your loyal servant" The peasant prince gave a courteous bow, while the King still had his back turned towards him.

"They've killed her haven't they?" The King asked his brother, without even turning to look at him. Such was the grief he felt. Deep within he already knew the answer he was about to receive.

"Your majesty, forgive me. I was unable to save her. The young princess... is gone." Liger du Main knelt down and waited for the king to turn around to face him, which he did.

"It wasn't your fault. It was mine. I was the one who failed her. I was the one who failed the kingdom. And now everyone is paying for it with their lives..." The King's eyes shimmered as he moved his hand to his eyes. "I will join them soon, dear brother. Thank you for all that you've done." The King said as he looked his servant brother in the eyes.

It was at that point that the peasant prince took a few steps forwards, the heaviest steps of his life. "Your majesty, in moments such as these, poems and rhymes can ease a heavy heart and soul." Liger du Main, the peasant prince, brother of the last king of Vauquelin said in a low manner, before he leaned in closely to embrace the King in one final hug. "A poem won't remove this pain." The King said, before his lips moved to a few precious words only meant to the servant's ear, and in return the servant gave the king one last poem. Both set of eyes widened in realization of how things would come to play out.

"I will sin with deceit, as my fate I will meet, I will kill a king and the people will sing. My last gift, dear brother, may bring you to tear. But if I won't make my move, comes the future that I fear-" The servant sung softly to the King's ear, and then it all turned into black as the punch came forth. The world had spun around.

Reverio slowly opened his eyes, his vision was blurry, he tried to stand but couldn't, he tried to see clear... but he couldn't. He tried to speak, but all that came out was silence. The King before him yelled for the guards, which quickly opened the door and grabbed Reverio's both arms. The King stood still, his face cold and stern. His voice was clear, like the coldest and cleanest of streams, his words carried like the flowing water.

"Take this prince of peasants, away from here. This king shall smile, when the end draws near. Live your life, free with joy, such is the prince's final ploy. Two stars shone, one must fall, thus I make the final call. Free you are to soar the sky, thus this is my last goodbye. This king here will lie, still and content, next to the princess whose life that's spent." It was with sheer perfection that the king for the first time in his life had delivered such powerful words, with such meaning behind them. It struck Reverio with just how blind he had been to his brother's brilliance, he truly was the one meant to be king. As the reality of that fact came to him, Reverio could do nothing but to scream as the guards dragged him away, before hurling him out into the rain, into the puddle of mud outside of the prison.

The distant cheers of the people at the execution grounds, the sheer amount of hatred could be felt in the very wind itself. The rain itself tasted like blood. When the morning came, Reverio found himself standing in the crowd. Unable to do anything to stop what was happening. The King wasn't dragged towards the guilliotine, nor did he stagger in his walk. Not even when the rotten fruit and vegetables came flying towards him. He held his head high all the way up the wooden structure and then placed himself perfectly under the edge of the blade.

Hooded and standing in the crowd was his brother, with his servant clothes, his hooded cloak pulled over his head as the early day sun shone down upon him. But they could easily see each other. Reverio felt how a tear fell down his cheek, yet the King's reply was a smile with his eyes closed. Then the blade fell.

It was over. The white king had fallen.

Reverio looked up at the bright sun, how had it come to this? This wasn't the ending he had envsioned.

It was at that point that Reverio came back to the present, he looked up to Chinami and Ken. His eyes teary eyed. Yet in his mind, he could hear the sentences made in the past. He was once again in the room with Nightman and his chessboard.

His own words repeated in his mind.

'Even if your face and skin remain the same, names are important...'

'... being yourself is important, no matter what masks you may chose to wear in front of others....'
'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.

Reverio's lips began to twitch abit, as he formed the next line that he had been waiting to part with for the longest time.

"I know how the king felt back then, because..." He swallowed and closed his eyes.

"...because I am not the peasant prince." It was with a sorrowful tone Reverio said the words, yet his eyes fixed themselves to his two guests. He finally brough out what he had kept in his coat, and placed it out on the table. A chesspiece. The white king.

'You were the bishop who stood in my place, how shall I manage through life's wicked maze? There's no peace, there's no song. The white king is now, long since gone. Our blood may be blue, not by choice 'tis true, we share the same sky, our faces look the same, you chose to die, in the hopes I would win this game...'

@Letter Bee@Lewascan2

Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Reverio Galand

Despite the state in which he had greeted his new partner? Chinami had taken it rather well, looking dignified and proper ladylike to him. They were partners right? They did fight Nightman together after all and made for a great team. Perhaps companion was another word that could be used? While no doubt the blonde felt like he could ponder on things for quite some time, he decided to readjust his towel before it would slip off, securing it around his waist as he closed and locked the door. Chinami had asked him something, but after his shower, he still had water in his ears so did he hear it correctly?

'Are you trying to deduce me? That's what she said right?' He blinked as he began to stroll towards the bathroom doorway. It was true, he was trying to learn things about her, but also about Ken and what possible connection they had. Deduce meant that right?

"You are right, I am. I am very intrigued. I think it's a good idea that we deepen our bond by keeping no secrets from oneanother. So that we can explore and learn more. How is today for you?" Rev smiled and scratched his neck slightly. He couldn't help but feel his entire body tense up, as if he was tightening every muscle in his body. He was preparing himself to tell Chinami and Ken both about his past. They would be the only ones to know about the truth. A thing not even Nightman seemed to know, or if he did, he didn't think any of it.

"I don't mind that!" Rev said in a friendly manner, he was going to dress up properly and then they could have some nice things to eat and- SWOOSH!

The small collection of water that found itself neatly arranged on the floor, connected flawlessly with the blonde's right foot and he slid forwards half a meter, sending his towel flying through the air and landing on the Phoenix-Pigeon which chirped in sudden alarm, before steam could be seen coming from the towel. Thankfully it didn't seem to hurt the bird. However now he had lost even more clothing than before, how could this happen? Rev raised one of his hands to his head as he sat up from his prone position. Good thing he was all tensed up so he could catch the floor with his back. Though from medical experts that was likely not so much better than faceplanting into it. He was a healer, not a damn doctor. That was Nightman's job, and he sucked at it.

"Oof! That was close.. phew. Could have gotten strained a muscle." Rev rose up to standing up fully , now with his back against Chinami. "I'll be right back in abit! Feel free to look around if you wish! If you want anything just let me know!" Rev smiled over his shoulder as he wandered into the bathroom, he made sure to close the door. But at this point, was there any point to be had? Then he began to dress himself properly, after all this wasn't Vauquelin. Maybe he had shown off more skin than was considered proper? But then again leaving a lady waiting was not proper either. What choice does a man have?

@Lewascan2

Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Reverio Galand

A sudden sound drove the blonde out of his thoughts, had the Phoenix-pigeon knocked something over? No it was knocking sounds. Someone was at the door.

'A visitor? I am not behind on the rent... Oh! It must be Chinami.' Rev thought and quickly turned the water off and stepped out on the bathroom mat and walked over to fetch his towel. He wrapped the white and somewhat small towel around his waist after he quickly used it to make a single swipe over his chest and ruffled this hair once. The towel was large enough to be wrapped around him and reached down just halfway down his thighs. He needed to get dressed quickly.

No. There was not enough time. If he would take too long then Chinami, if she was the visitor would leave and he would be a big jerk not going to greet her. Especially when she would specifically show up at his residence no less. The blonde looked over his neatly folded clothes and then made his decision. He had to be a gentleman. He swiftly opened the bathroom door and made his way towards the apartment main door, almost slipping on the floor in the process due to the water falling from him. The towel loosening slightly, but still hung on as he proceeded to unlock the door hastily, accompanied by slight panting. He had been right, it was Chinami that had come knocking on his door, she really did come to return the coat he had offered her. This was such good fortune, he did have things he wanted to talk with her about.

But first came the appologies. "I am sorry, Chinami! I was in the shower-bath-thing! I came as fast as I could! Sorry to keep you waiting..." He said through his breaths and then calmed down slightly and gave her a smile. "I didn't think you would actually show up here. I hope you slept well?" Reverio smiled and allowed his eyes to close momentarily after having had eye-contact with Chinami.

The water still dripping down his hair and face, trailing down his neck and over his chest and further down his sixpack until being absorbed by the towel, which was getting more heavy for each droplet of water that would come into contact with it. His arms was as muscular as his chest, but not to the point it was all bone and veins. But more akin to a statue depicting the god of fertility. The blonde's cool blue eyes looked Chinami over. In the background the Phoenix-pigeon made a chirping sound, as it grew eerily silent for a moment. Then Rev's mindset began to catch up with his latest choice of action and he looked down his own body.

"Ah... I didn't have time to get dressed properly and couldn't make you wait." Rev bowed his head in an appologetic manner in rhythm with his words. "Please enter while I do my best to remedy this. Would you like some batonnet with cream by any chance? I don't often get visitors. It would be my pleasure." He provided a slight opening for Chinami to slip by in the otherwise narrow hallway part of his apartment. "It's wet. Careful to not slip." He scratched his neck in an appologetic manner and nodded towards the floor.

'Great work. You managed to invite a lady to your home and you are underdressed. This is so -not- court-standard.' He thought to himself before he felt something. Oh no. His towel. It was gradually becoming more heavy and starting to come loose. But he was holding up the door for her with one hand, and motioning with the other. There were protocols still printed into his memory. He had opened many doors personally for the princess in his homeland. This wasn't much different.

@Lewascan2

Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Reverio Galand

Morning had come, and despite the events of the day prior, Rev had slept relatively well. Perhaps he had gotten so used to being assailed by nightmares and being unable to sleep that he had learnt to cope with it. The young man found himself staring up at the ceiling, as the water from the shower splashed down his hair and body. Despite it's not as elegant nature, the showers of Rhea was quicker than taking baths in the Vauquelin way. He wondered just how far different the Izumo way of bathing were.

To his knowledge he knew that one apparently shared a big warm pool of water with others, with the towel on the head as to not defile the water. He couldn't help but imagine the people of Izumo had some fascination with water. Then again, it were from Izumo and Albion where tea originally came from. At least to his knowledge. Perhaps it had become a holy thing. Rev's hands began to slide along his long hair as he throughly washed it, to his aid he had some Rhean hair products which had a nice scent to it. While those things were good and all, he felt it necessary to keep a yellow duck present by a plastic plate in the shower. He allowed himself a soft smile, as he squeezed the duck to provide a squeaking sound. Somehow having a bath didn't feel complete without it.

Every now and then, he could hear the chirping sounds of the Phoenix-Pigeon outside of the bathroom door, as it sat on it's artificial tree. He had made sure to take well care of it, though there had been very little use for it in Rhea as most people seemed to rely on other means of communication. The blonde blew some air through his mouth as the hot water fell over his face, his eyes closed as he did.

'Then again you would actually need someone to send letters to... I suppose my cousin may still use that service?' He frowned slightly before he turned the shower handle to instead make the water abit colder. Cold water on the face felt so much better than warm in his opinion, it was as if it helped him wake up from any weariness.

Reverio pulled his hair back over his ears slowly, and then reached out for one of the many shower gel bottles that was neatly arranged along the wall. At least he was keeping himself in good shape, he thought as he applied the shower get over his abs at his chest and belly, aswell as his arms and shoulders. If there was something good coming out of going to Rhea, it was that he likely lived far healthier than before. Which was something that made him feel struck with bafflement considering how most royals in Vauquelin lived compared to the common folk.

'I wonder if Chinami is going to eventually show up with that coat? Perhaps during the evening? Well, it doesn't matter. While that coat is one of few things I still have left to remember the old days, it is in the end just a coat.' His eyes fell to his neatly arranged clothes that laid atop a dresser within the room. It was quite astonishing, how the beheaded king had managed to deceive him, but also the world. Everything had gone exactly to his grand design.

'I need to tell them. I need to tell them the truth of what really happened. If we are to find out more about the whole Nightman ordeal. There can be no place for deception. They might come to hate me... I couldn't blame them now could I? After what I've done.' Rev allowed his hands to turn into fists as he softly slammed them against the wall of the shower, the young man leaned forwards, his head hung down and the water trailed down his long blonde hair. His gaze fell on the floor and how the water would swirl before running out through the hole in the floor.

'You have some secrets of your own, don't you? Chinami? Ken? But are they as grave as mine? When I healed you, I felt something within you Chinami... what kind of wound are you carrying?' He allowed himself to ponder, as time kept trailing on, much like the water which caressed down his body.

Mobile Suit Gundam: The Freedom of Devils

Charles had raised an eyebrow to the sudden and quick reply over the comms, he had certainly expected some form of reaction, but that one of the unknowns ahead would have acted so quickly upon it was taking him offguard.

"Oh?" He said in a surprising tone to himself as he heard a young man speaking. 'Martin? Uncle Charles? Since when have I ever been someones uncle? Seven years ago? Where were I back then? I was serving as-' It was in that moment that Charles remembered, he had been serving as a guard to one of the most influencial families of Gjallarhorn. The child of that very family had refered to him as an uncle, now he remembered...

While he had momentary doubts about this Martin person, whose name he couldn't remember. He however remembered being refered to as an uncle, because of how it irked him. He was so young back then. This was most certainly not a bluff, this were definitely that very person. There was no way for anyone to have pinpointed these exact details.

'The heir to that family is still alive, what a fortunate turn of events.' Charles smiled as he was about to reply, when he was shocked by what the young man said next.

'Gundam...? Five... Five gundam frames? Unbelievable...' Charles eyes had widened, his very hands were shaking and he could feel the sweat starting to fall down his face. Not only had this boy seemingly come back from the dead, but he and whomever was with his had aqquired five gundam frames? The very idea was absurd, but the more the Major thought about it, the more the likely it seemed that Martin was indeed telling the truth.

"The ultimate foe is before me, not only one... but five of them. Gullinkambe... can you feel them? This is the kind of battle I have longed for, this is the battlefield worth dying upon. But..." The blonde began to collect himself, there were more on the line here than the battle of his dreams. The existance of that boy was surely to be a problem for the current leadership of Gjallarhorn. A symbol of the past for those which looked for one. His family's destruction could indeed land upon the shoulders of Gjallarhorn. That very boy could possibly raise a banner of his own and gather enough followers to challenge the order of Rustal Elion.

It was true that Rustal Elion had brought relative peace to the world alongside his supporters, however it was because of that peace that warriors such as himself were finding themselves without a purpose. Where would warriors go when there would be no battles left to be had? No great foe to fight? Would that still be called life?

Charles knew that if he were to try take the pilots and their machines in, he would receive orders to deliver them to the very top of Gjallarhorn and then those machines would likely be locked away. Weapons were meant to be used, that's what they were made for. Much like himself, what would he be if he could no longer fight? Whilst Martin no doubt could claim ownership of all the machines, the was little chance Rustal Elion would allow so much power for a single person which could threaten his order. It was also that very man which had used the despicable Dainsleif weapons on the Tekkadan and the revolutionary fleet. 'That dishonorable cur won't have his wish come true.' It was with a serious gaze that Charles flicked on the communications again, first towards Ortega.

"Affirmative, Ortega. You are to surrender to these pilots and do as they say, I shall see about providing you with an extraction point. Can you confirm the presence of gundam frames? Over." The major asked before flicking over towards the other channel to call Martin's frequency.

"This is Le Greif. I read you loud and clear, Martin En-Issue. I shall rendezvous with you. Proceed towards Debris Zone Delta-066 with your allies, your hostage and your equipment, that will be your extraction point. I shall cripple your pursuers in the meantime. Upon reaching the zone, use frequency 07-6741149 to contact my allies there. They will provide you with the repairs and supplies you need. Over." Charles spoke in a manner that conveyed that he indeed planned to provide them with support.

'To resist this immense temptation is a strength too. I wouldn't want to fight something unless it is in the best shape it could be in. It would make victory such a cheap thing. I am not Rustal Elion. I don't hide behind a dishonorable weapon. Nor am I that arrogant fool Fareed who believed he could betray the world without being betrayed himself. True strength lies not fully in a machine, but the pilot and keeping his principles. No matter what ending it will be...' The major thought to himself as the enemy ship began to bombard the old ship which the gundam frames no doubt were within. Charles decided to quickly fly his machine behind the old ship for cover.

"To think they would open fire on their own warriors, a king without his army is no king at all, just a despot ready for the gulliotine. I shall cripple you, then I will let Martin and his associates capture you. Then I will pry you open like the very treasure chests you've been looking for all this time. See just what kind of things you know. No doubt the former space rats would want some vengeance aswell. Though feelings like those can be blinding..." Charles mused to himself as he was about to engage his thrusters again to make his move against the enemy ship, however something caught his eye. Floating in the middle of space attached to some wires close to the ship was a machine, it's core had been impaled by long metallic looking spears. The major looked it over in a baffled expression.

"Dainsleif." He said as he looked over the pale-yellow machine, it looked unlike anything else he had ever laid his eyes on. What manner of thing was that? That's when he noticed it's head. A cold shiver went up his spine as he realized what it were, it was floating close to the old bridge of the ship. Had it tried to protect the ship? Or bring it down? He couldn't tell. But what he could tell was what it was.

"Gundam..." Charles said in disbelief as the large ship was taking hits from the approaching enemy ship.

"Tch. A wolf chasing a hart cannot chase too well after it's leg is hurt, nor can it escape..." The blonde major said to himself as he pushed his thrusters at full and dashed out from behind the ship, darting from debris to debris in his pathway to approach the enemy ship.

'I'll cripple your thrusters and then you can neither pursue nor escape. A fitting mission for the En-Issue heir, to see his resolve and how a gundam would fare in battle.' Charles thought as he felt the force of the thrusters pushing him back in his seat, his highly modified Geirail was such a fierce and angry thing.

Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Reverio Galand

There were things which he wanted to discuss in regards to Nightman however, but also learn more of Ken and Chinami. If they had all been selected at random, or if they were chosen. Then the looming question, was Nightman working alone? The blonde unlocked the door leading into his humble apartment, he wanted to take a shower but he decided to take one in the morning instead, not wanting to sleep with his hair all wet.

As he undressed and slid into his bed, which was not a mattress on the floor. Those Izumo people really made some bad choices with their beds and their kitchen utensils. Despite having won the battle of the day, why did it also feel like a defeat? He had not wanted to kill Nightman to begin with. But the doctor had made him remember that which he had tried to keep locked away in his mind.

'Why do I still feel doubt. Is there still hope for humankind? I don't know anymore. Indecisiveness is a terrible thing...' The blueyed young man placed his arms above his head as he lay down in his bed, his eyes fell on the ceiling.

'Some things were so much clearer back then...' Rev allowed his eyes to close as his mind traversed back to memories of a not too distant past.

Reverio Flashback 2/3

"The master of the mask" Reverio backstory part 2/3. Starring: Liger du Main, King Marlan Maressan, Princess Lalamarie de Cloverhart and Lord Gilbert, the duke of D'Contre.

In the King's private dressingroom

"Here we go again..." The King sighed out deeply, overlooking the attire that had been chosen and designed by the court officials. Like most other things of the Kingdom of Vauquelin.

"Look at the bright side, your majesty. You will be the most colourful thing in the room." The peasant prince said in a jesting tone of voice, amusement written all over his face.

"That's what I feared. Who ever thought to mix pink and green together? Most royals end up wearing red or yellow, and in some cases blue. But this?" The King said in a highly disapproving manner, as he indicated the intricate but snot green and baby pink masquerade attire.

"At least the mask is golden." The king's brother replied, as he helped the king tie the ribbons of his shoes.

"If only I could live every day of my life wearing another mask, that would have been a dream come true..." The king blew some air out through his mouth, causing his hair to flicker upwards, slightly ruining the perfectly arranged hair which they had styled for him for hours.

"Don't you believe it would become a sad existance being a person without a face, your majesty?" The peasant prince smiled softly as he rose up from his kneeling position, to help the king with the unnecessary corset which came with his attire.

"Ahh.. my brother, can't we swap costumes? Yours does look much more comfortable, not to mention it isn't green or pink. Or both!" The King said aloud in a gasping manner, but there were a joking tone to his voice.

"But your majesty, that would mean you would miss out on your dance with the princess." The brother turned servant said in a reminding manner, as he tied the last strap on the King's attire. "Speaking of which, she should be heading into this room at any moment, your majesty."

"You are right, I can't abandon her in this, and it is my duty to bear this crown, not yours. Have you ever thought of yourself in my place? What would you have done differently?" The King asked, as curiousity got the better of him. His brother was known to always provide him with an answer, usually one which sat very well with him. Though at times he had no doubt wondered if they were truthful.

"Your majesty..." The peasant prince stopped mid-sentence. "I have never imagined myself being in your place, but If I were, your majesty. With outmost respect. I would have done precisely what you've been doing." Liger du Main offered a respectful bow to the King.

"But what have I done? The common folk are unhappy with me, the nobles are only concerned with grabbing more political power and wealth. War with Yekaterina is a potentiality not to be overlooked, if one is to believe Lord Gilbert." The king lamented. Lord Gilbert was an influencial man in the Kingdom of Vauquelin, a rich man, both in material and political matters. Yet he was a strong supporter of the royals. In the common people's view, he could even have been considered to be the regent for the young king.

"Not all things happening in the world is because of your majesty. Sometimes things spiral out of control and all you can do at the time is to go along with it and make the best out of it. Perhaps you should consider taking up more time writing poems and rhymes? It won't solve said issues for the kingdom, but it may temporary relieve your majesty's worries." The peasant prince suggested, knowing fully well that the King himself wasn't as fond of those things, in stark comparison to his servant brother.

"Hah! I am not that desperate, dear brother. Those things give me headaches, mostly because I do not know what they should be about." The King said with a slight chuckle, looking at his both hands, and how every finger had been decorated with the finest of jewelry.

"It's easy once you get the hang of it, your majesty. It is all a matter of getting into the feeling of it, try to think of experiences you've had and your feelings about them." Liger explained while he brought a handmirror to the King so he could inspect his appearance.

"What experiences? The dull seven hour dining banter with those emissaries from Albion? Come to think of it, I would rather have eaten the poisoned pastries which I was told they brought with them. If only to not having to listen to their culinary massacre." The king shook his head as he thought about it in horror. Pudding. A thing which could be used as a weapon in the right hands. The King allowed his focus to shift to his handmirror. "Do you know why I dislike seeing my reflection, dear brother?" The King asked.

"Your majesty, surely the Albion cuisine isn't that bad. But they do smell bad. As for why your majesty is displeased with the reflection? Could it be because it reminds your majesty of his illsuited brother?" Liger asked with a fake smile on his lips, his hands behind his back as he looked into the same mirror the king was.

"Certainly not! It is because I cannot stand to see the sight of myself. How despite having this crown and scepter, I am unable to qwell the problems of my Kingdom. Sometimes I cannot help but feel that someday they will all be fed up with me." The King had a solemn look on his face as he put down the mirror on a nearby table, before rising out of the royal stool which he had been seated.

"Your majesty, you must not worry, if such a day will come I will be there for you. I am, and shall always be your shadow." The peasant prince raised his right hand to his chest, right over to where his heart were before providing a butlerlike bow to his royal brother. The king, who was often moved by his brother's very reassuring words was about to reply, when there was an announcement at the double-sided doors leading into the chambers.

"Announcing her royal highness, Princess Lalamarie de Cloverhart." A pious sounding and high strung guardsman announced, while another played a small trumpet. Two other servants opened the doublesided doors and in strode a young lady with determined steps.

"Your majesty, your bethrothed has come to meet you~! I am so lucky to have such a handsome King~ Ohohoho~ I see your majesty still have a tail." The princess said aloud, while waving her fan at herself, her long blue and white dress was large enough to likely fit three people under it. Her red eyes scanned the King's attire. Soon she was accompanied by two female servants which each carried two big fans which they used to help the princess feel cool.

"You are beautiful, Lala. Are you ready for the dance? And what do you mean with tail?" The King blinked and looked over his terribly designed attire for any sign of a tail.

"Him." The princess said in quick succession, pointing a finger towards the King's brother. Liger du Main. "He is constantly tagging after you as if he was a tail, It makes me wonder if he is going to be there when you invite me to your royal chambers. Fufu~" The princess waved over a male servant which was carrying various refreshments. Whereof the princess quickly grabbed two sticks with tasty treats and a soft drink.

"Lala, he is my brother. He is my royal aide and friend. I trust him with my life. Surely the princess won't mind that he is going to also accompany us to the ball." The King explained with a soft smile, as he turned to give his brother a slight wink. There was a sense of playfulness getting the better of him, despite all the worries and problems the King and the kingdom he was serving had.

"Ara ara~ Well I hope he will not steal your majesty for the dance? My you are so handsome~ But who did your attire? You may have to banish someone after tonight." Lalamarie laughed softly as she went closer to the King, taking hold of his hand while giving his servant brother a look which clearly read. 'Back off'.

Later in the evening...

The ball had proceeded as planned, there had been music, drinks and food in overflow. The ballroom had been affected by a zone of gift negation, projected by the most elite of guardsmen. To prevent unnecessary accidents or gods forbid. Assassination attempts. The various display of coloured outfits and masked dancers filling the great hall's floor. Nobles had been invited and even their servants, for those were considered accessories rather than actual people to most influencial people.

Lord Gilbert had his grand speech about the grandeur of the royal family, how the kingdom was prospering and how the future would be bright indeed. Both the king and the peasant prince couldn't help but to disagree. It was a true masquerade, a deception. Yet those which had all the things of the world didn't care, for they couldn't be bothered with problems other than those affecting themselves. The King had taken his eleventh dance with the princess when suddenly things would take a change of turns. The peasant prince himself was not found on the dancefloor, he was standing in the front row line watching all the dancer, but more specifically the royal duo. That someone like Liger du Main, which had the same status as servantfolk was permitted to stand next to the nobles in the line was something most of the nobles found horrid.

They looked upon him as if he was a disease or a disgusting piece of art, their furrowed eyebrows, wrinkled noses and raised napkins was signs enough for it. The peasant prince however chose to ignore them, he had other things on his mind than having to care for what some nobles thought of him. King Maressan and Princess Cloverhart was in the spotlight of the evening, not only for the nobles, for the peasant prince, Lord Gilbert and the guards. But for one dark clothed and black masked man which strode into the crowd of dancers just as the music had come to a pause.

From his pocket he drew a dagger and then shoved a dancing woman out of his pathway as he made a quick dash towards the King and his princess, as they just turned around to spot the assailant. But he was approaching so fast. The brother of the king ran out from the line of people and managed to trip the man, but the masked assailant quickly rose back up and was about to resume his charge. That's when Lord Gilbert stepped forth and drew his foreign 'handcannon', sending a single round metallic ball into the masked assailant. Shooting him dead on the spot.

"Your majesty! Are you allright?!" Lord Gilbert yelled, as he holstered his weapon and leaned down to confirm the assailant was indeed dead. Guards began to swarm the floor, and began to form a protective formation around the king and the princess. Amidst the ensuing panic of the nobles running off in various directions, and the servants being pushed out of their paths, the peasant prince was shoved back and down on the ground by two guards.

"Keep your distance!" The guard yelled in his face. The peasant prince gave a narrow eyed stare towards the guard, then it fell upon Lord Gilbert which now was the one with the majority of focus on him.

Soon the ballroom was back into order and the would be assassin was taken out of the place by order of Lord Gilbert. King Maressan and princess Lalamarie found themselves watching their evening being completely ruined. The King's eyes then fell on his servant brother, which he could recognize by attire alone. "Dear brother, over here. Let him through!" The King demanded to a few guards which were not eager to let the peasant princce near their sovereign.

"Are you allright, your majesty? Your highness? I managed to trip the man. Sorry, I should have been the one to take him down. Good thing Lord Gilbert was present." Liger said, yet the King knew that Liger did indeed not like Lord Gilbert the slightest. To the peasant prince, Lord Gilbert was one of the reasons why the kingdom was in peril. It was his constant meddling in the royal affairs that kept ruining everything.

"I- I think so. Lala? Are you allright? What about you dear brother? Did you get injured?" The King asked in quick succession.

"Ohoho~ Your majesty, with you by my side what could I possibly be worried about? Some good for nothing ruffian trying to interupt our dance, good riddance to him and all like him." The princess was brutal, but honest in her opinion, as her gaze shifted to the peasant prince. No doubt the prince felt that in her eyes, he was just another one of those ruffians.

"I'm unharmed your majesty, thank you." The prince nodded deeply.

Little did Reverio know, that this was the last ball he, his brother and the princess would attend. Soon the ultimate betrayal would find it's aim true.