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The Origin: A War Resumed (Arc One; Completed)

Hey all, I'm going to be gone for the next few days since today is my 21st. I'm going to be working technically today but then getting blitz on Saturday and recovering Sunday. If anyone needs me please just message me and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. HAVE FUN FUCKERS

The Origin: A War Resumed (Arc One; Completed)

Alice

The sniper had only been at half attention after her interaction with the Divine. Sure, she had been grateful to meet someone such as herself but it has lost it’s effect on her as Ambrosia’s words came into full effect on the forefront of her mind.

’Would it ever be safe enough to go back? Should I just stop thinking about the West all together?’

The thoughts filled her mind as the fog filled the air around them. If she’d been on her normal guard she’d have realized that the area around them was warping and changing into something less than normal. It wasn’t until it was fully upon them at Alice snapped from her thoughts and the full force of the altered space kicked in.

She’d glanced behind her where Stark had been riding towards the back. She seemed nervous, scared even. Almost like a caged animal; seeing her like that made the pit in Alice’s stomach grow.

Dismounting in such an odd location and barely realizing what was going on with the small bundle that went rip roaring through them all Alice very much so felt herself on guard with a hand brushing the cool metal of her pistols and her head on a swivel to assess their surroundings. Even entering into the mansion with the distorted air she couldn’t help but feel the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end.

And yet as she was introduced Alice felt her head tilting to the side in curiosity. Something was drawing her to get closer towards the woman...at least close as would be politely allowed. She took her place near to the Lady’s position as she could manage after the ‘important’ people’ had taken their place. She’d leaned back in her chair simply listening to the deemed ‘Lady of Demons’ before less than subtly looking over the two bards who had wandered their way in singing. A passing thought of climb one of them flashed through her mind before she turned her attention back to the powerhouse in the room and the sight behind her; the red swirling mass catching her line of sight for a few second.

She paused a moment, shifting her line of sight from behind the striking woman to the woman herself, before opening her mouth, “Excuse me if I misheard but you’re said to be the Lady of Demons, correct?” Her focus on the woman and not on the two doot doots flamboyantly making their rounds. They weren’t of concern at the moment-she was.

To begin with, the Lady of Demons didn’t return the focus that the hired gun was giving her at all. Instead, she was focused on once more drawing the tea set close to her, though she never touched it to move it; instead she just waved her hand slightly, which caused the set to slide over to her without a noise. Another cup was poured, the same substances going in as before. This included the deep red substance, but rather than spooning it over it rose on its own, slowly curling through the air as it went to deposit itself into the cup.

Only when the spoon was set to stir the cup by itself did the Lady Renata look up to Alice with a slow blink, followed by a nod. “That is one of the more popular titles for me, yes.” After that she then looked to the older woman who had spoken up just before. For a moment she pondered, quietly mouthing to herself, “A Jasian…” but she never quite finished that thought before she shook her head slightly, saying, “Be patient, Ms. Debove. Those details will come. You are probably correct in assuming our enemies aren’t taking a break as you might be, but you don’t have to stoop to their level to overcome them.” With that said, she slowly looked back to Alice’s direction, as if she expected more.

It took quite a bit of her own focus not to flinch back from that odd odd gaze but she managed..barely. “If I may be so bold as to ask...why would the Lady of Demons be willing to help a kingdom on the brink of war? Why assist with Barcea at all? Wouldn’t you be able to take charge and wipe out all those you deem an enemy?” Of course she wasn’t questioning the clearly powerful woman’s ability but it was striking her as odd. Why lend assistance when you should be powerful enough to take care of everything on one’s own?

Lady Renata’s smile grew ever slightly as she gave a nod, taking a sip before she replied. “A simple but rational question, with more than one answer. I assist Barcea because I have a vested interest in seeing the Manu Propria’s plans crumble, and since they back H’kelan then I’ll back their enemy. Furthermore, I’ve always had an interest in seeing Barcea flourish; technically, I do live in the land after all. And why I don’t take care of it myself, well…”

Another sip was taken, her closing her eyes briefly. Only when she opened them again a few seconds later did she speak, saying, “I took care of everything myself long ago, and it left me spent for a very long time. I had to rest for a long while, and it’s probably part of the reason why the Manu Propria was able to start gaining the momentum they currently have. At the same time, the Crux is certainly just as strong as I am, and unlike them I don’t have as many extremely powerful subordinates to strike with in unison. So, I’m using the resources available to me, setting up for the killing blow.”

The smile that was waiting to surface on Alice’s lips was struggling to be hidden. She leaned back in her own seat before simply nodding and letting the smile out. “Playing it like a game of chess and letting the enemies tired themselves out before finishing it. I highly respect that, my Lady. I do wish we can have conversations in the future. I’d love to pick your brain about a few different things.”

“Certainly testing their current strength at the very least, and drawing them out.” Her shoulders raised slightly in her shrug, even as she held her tea close and yet not quite yet taking another sip. “Anything else, Ms. Leon?”

“What did you mean by gifts?”

“Now now, my dear, be patient. It’d be terrible to spoil the surprise.”

“My apologies, Lady Karin.” She gave a small nod before pulling her own tea cup to her lips, after depositing a few sugar cubes, with a clearly pleased expression.

“Noted, Ms. Leon.” With that, the Lady took another sip.

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Two bards? Two fucking bards?

Damn you, you magnificent bastards, what have you done?

@Atrophy

It just means we get double the amount of magical doot doots

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@Aya the Small DIMI IS BACK <3333

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@Sol Grim it seem birds of a feather flock together

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The Lady, The Shooter and The Servant Q and A

The moment the words came out of Damon’s mouth of their party was now in the presence of THE Lady of the Abyss; Stark seemed to freeze for a fraction for a second before her eyes rounded and her whole body seemed to buzz with excitement. The hidden smile barely being bitten back on her lips would be almost entertaining to any who actually paid some form of attention to the Jasian.

The excitement seemed to only intensify as Ambrosia had drifted towards her and spoken to her about her studies. Stark could have died right then and there and been perfectly fine. A Divine knew her name. She knew her name. Perhaps to some it might have been something that simply made sense for an all knowing being to have in their knowledge but to the young girl it meant the world. While Alice simply seemed stunned and even a tad embarrassed as she averted her eyes and allowed the soft smile to accompany her blushing cheeks, her young companion seemed to just still be processing what just happened.

It would only dawn on her at a later time that she had simply sat there with her mouth agape and not given her thanks to the Divine- something that made her ears turn red and her heart beat hard. ”I didn’t say thank you!” She harshly whispered to her ever vigilant elder. Alice’s brows came together in mild confusion before staring directly at the water mage. After a moment a smile broke out on her lips while her hand gently grabbed Stark’s and she began to pull her towards the Divine. ”So say it now.”

Alice practically shoved Stark forward towards the purple woman with a snicker while Stark gave a mildly surprised sound. She fixed herself immediately upon the realization that it was an idol of hers standing, well floating, in front of her. The words came out a tad louder than she’d intended, ”T-thank you Miss Lady of the Abyss ma’me!” She was shaking with both excitement and anxiety as her silvery eyes stared in awe at the gorgeous woman.

With a dazzling smile the Divine woman turned to look at Stark, floating down just a little so that their heads were at the same height. ”Oh, but of course my dear little Stark! Good work deserves good praise, so there’s no need to thank me for it! I am quite proud of what you’re becoming, you know, and just how hard you’re working to get there!”

Alice suppressed a chuckle as she watched the exchange; Stark’s skin tinted red as a massive toothy smile exposed her odd teeth but also her sheer happiness. She found herself doing something of an odd cross between a curtsey and a bow before standing up and almost bouncing on her toes. ”T-thank you M’ambrosia-er- uh, I’m so sorry! I meant to say Miss Ambrosia but I also wanted to say Ma’me and I’m so sorry!” The embarrassment was there and caused her to keep rattling on. ”Um- Mister Dubois said that you traveled around Barcea and that you are the patron there! Is there a reason for that? I mean I know I love it there and I wanna make it a home, maybe one day, but why do you do that? Why do you wear purple? What kind of pow-” Her words were cut short by Alice’s hand clamping down over her lips. ”Excuse her. She is a bit excited to meet you.”

Alice received the same beam that Ambrosia did, the Divine nodding. ”Oh, don’t worry, I completely understand. Just a moment, please!” With that the Divine looked back to Stark, before beginning to say, ”I’m the patron of Barcea simply because I love the people and the landscape, the culture and their ideals, especially now! And purple is my favorite color, of course!” With the completed questions answered the Divine then looked back to Alice, before asking, ”And you, my dear?”

Alice’s hand dropped as the attention was turned to her and the chance to ask a question or two was presented before her. Quite a few of the questions flew threw her brain before true ones stuck out. ”I’m not sure if I should ask this but I’m not going to get the chance to as a real Divine this…” She sucked in a slow breath before squaring her shoulders and asking, ”What happened in the West? It’s my home and I haven’t been to get much of any kind of information from anyone. Is it safe to return?”

Ambrosia’s smile became a little more gentle, before she gave a shake of her head. ”My dear, if you leave Barcea now you leave many people in an unsafe position. I need you here, as do those in your party. So, please, just stay here for now, and focus on the East rather than the West.”

The air seemed to leak out of the woman as the Divine answered her. She took a long moment to swallow back the knot in her throat with a forced smile, ”I’m simply a gunner but I think you for thinking so highly of me. Truly, thank you.” She took a shaky breath before rolling her shoulders, ”I never planned on going back to the West anyways. There is nothing for me there.” The knot returned for a moment before she gave a short bow. ”Excuse me Lady Ambrosia. This is an experience I’ll remember.” Alice gave a soft smile before turning on her heel to a more private space.

Stark watched her friend for a long moment before turning to Amrbrosia one last time. ”I have one last questions My Lady...Is there, well, uh…” Stark took a long breath before confidently asking, ”How does one become a Champion of a Divine?”

At that final question Ambrosia blinked in surprise, before the same energy from before came back to that smile of hers as she perked up some. ”Oh, well, that’s quite simple actually! All you have to do is simply be picked by a Divine! That’s all there is to it!”

Blink.

There seemed to be a bit of a delay as Stark’s brain processed the words the woman spoke. ”Simple...yeah…” She spoke quietly under her breath before giving a deep bow to the woman. ”Thank-thank you so much for speaking to me Lady Nocte. Truely you have no idea what this means to have been able to meet you.” She stood with her hands folded in front of her and a softer smile on her lips.

”Oh, I think I do know!” The Divine said, before giggling slightly. ”I look forward to seeing you again, my dear!”

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@The Darklight Project -enter loud groan here-

We are going to have to do some serious back and forthing over this. Whatever you wanna do Grand Darth Asshole ^^

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@The Darklight Project Listen here Darth Asshole, you need to chill with all of these fucking characters. The last top check was what, 40 right? And that was a few months ago...

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Alice and Dalious

After the madness that was the castle raid and brutalizing so many already dead bodies one would think that Alice Leon would have been a tad more affected. After all, she used to make her living by blowing the brains out of people who she was paid to kill; hacking a dead-not-dead body apart fell into that category of one in the same. The only real way one could tell something was bothering the woman was the hard set in her brows and her hand constantly on the handle of one of her holstered pistols. The normally conversive woman simply kept to herself and eyed as many people as she could manage from her position towards the back of the group.

One such person caught her attention, that of Dalious. She seldom spoke with the man but his constant moving around the group caused her to suspect something was off about the man. Even when they stopped at the Inn she kept a side eye on the man, still clad in her gear and with her rifle box still strapped to her back. Alice would have much prefered to have the weapon out and ready but that would cause too much fear in those that passed their group.

She’d picked a spot towards the back of the Inn where she sipped on a non alcoholic drink and observed all of those in the group; including the very pretty barmaid who seemed to give quite the look to Cyril. A knowing smirk came across her lips as she watched the others before falling back onto Dalious as he consumed copious amounts of booze while somehow still kept pretty damn good aim. She gave a slight smile and nod to a sleepy looking Stark who followed the woman, Kasumi, upwards to the rooms. ’Poor girl… She thought to herself as she remembered the scene of Stark and Marco arriving to the Queen’s quarters shaken and covered in blood. It was almost as bad when Stark had registered that Alice was covered in blood with a sword in her hand.

She pushed the thought away with a sad sigh before watching the ever suspicious Dalious again. Somewhere in the back of her mind she made a note to show him what a real sharp shot was like but that would be another time, for now she simply left her spot and quietly followed the man out the backdoor of the bar with total disregard of how that might actually look to anyone who may have noticed.

“Blood rains down from an angry sky, my cock rages on! My cock rages on!” Dalious sang aloud as he pissed all over the outer walls of the tavern.

When he finished attempting to write his name in the stone, he realized that he had been followed. Keeping his face toward the wall he instead began to hum the same tune in a softer tone.

“If you have come to slit my throat, I’m afraid you will be sadly disappointed,” he said, putting his manhood back into his pants. “For I am in my prime.” Dalious turned toward the follower while reaching for his sheathed katana, but it was not there. “Where’s my damned sword?”

He then noticed the follower was one of his own company, Alice, which made a whole lot more sense suddenly. He had nearly forgotten that they were amongst allies, at least so Cyril claimed, and he had no reasons not to trust his prince.

“The hell, woman?” he said. “A little common courtesy? If our positions were swapped, I’d be meeting the hangman by dawn. What is your purpose?”

Alice had taken to leaning her back against a wall with her face pointed towards the other while she gave him a moment of privacy. However, when he addressed her she turned her green eyes on him with a stony expression and her arms crossed under her ample chest.

“I looked away Dalious, it’s not something I’d care to gawk at on a drunken man anyways.” She took a few steps closer to him with no fear. “I simply followed you to figure out why Prince Serio would allow a drunkard into his group of Sentinels.” Alice dropped her hands and looked over the man with a slight frown, “Moreover I want to know what is bothering you. You are drinking harder than any of the others and have been acting skittish since we began this journey.”

“The prince is a clever lad,” he replied. “He clearly knows talent, when he crosses paths with it. Besides, he saved my life. I repaid the debt by following him into the arena. You were there, yet on the opposite side. I would be questioning your admittance, rather, short stuff.” He couldn’t help but to check out the woman’s rack once she lowered her arms. Next to magic, it was his second weakness. It took him a moment of slurring words together until he remembered what the next part of the topic was. “And as for my behavior, in my defense, I’m quite always drinking harder than any of these others, such is my way,” he started again. “It is you, not drinking at all that brings me to worry. We must fill that empty hand with some mead. Then, perhaps, you will come to realize, that all is well.”

Dalious tried to avoid the truth, as he was under a magical oath to not speak of what happened, of what was on his mind. He was fearful that Alice would use her womanly curves as a cruel weapon to get him to talk, which would result in him breaking the oath. He wasn’t even sure what would happen to him had he done so, but he did know something most definitely would happen.

The woman clenched her jaw again as she was being ogled, resisting every urge not to un-holster the guns strapped to her chest. Instead, she withdrew one of her guns from her thigh holster and began to toy with it as she turned it over and over in her hands, “My loyalty is understandably in question; the prince is the one who allowed me to join your little group when I saw that something concerning The Divine Paladin, The Prince of Barcea, and a handful of Gifted were traveling together and heading to a warmer place. Since then he keeps saying that I and my companion, Stark- the water mage with the long silver hair, have been apart of his Sentinels. Don’t get me wrong it’s a cool name but I’m more of a contracted Sentinel. When the time comes I will leave and continue at what I do best.” She re-holstered the weapon with a smooth ease before leaning her shoulder against the wall once again, “And I will be paid to do unsavory thing. Simple.”

Alice almost smirked at the drunken man as he mentioned mead, “How about this. If you out aim me then I will drop this topic and have a drink with you.” She took a few steps towards him with a coy little smirk, “And if I win you sober up and answer my questions, yeah?” She batted her long lashes at him as she looked up at him. If she was correct on her assumption this man was just a hormonal beast who could be all too easily intimidated without her even having to use her magics. If worst came to worst and he tried to tell someone she was pumping him for information she could simply shoot him and be done with it. “How about it Dalious? Wanna show me what you’re really made of?” Her words were dripping with implication;may as well lay it on heavy so he could grasp the situation.

“Sounds a deal by me,” he agreed and laughed. He picked up his empty pint cup and spun it a few times trying to mimic her, only to drop it seconds later. “That’s just my game.” Dalious reached to his chest plate and pulled out one of his throwing knives from the armor and gave Alice a wink, in his mind there was no possible way he could lose to a woman. “Ladies first.” He took a few stumbled steps over to her side, waiting for her to reveal the target.

“I’m actually no sentinel, by the way. I just drink alongside them, fight along side them. When the time comes, I will go my own way as well. We’re not so far off, you and I. You, the mercenary who gets coin from chasing others. Me, the pirate that takes what he wants. Now, we see who has the better aim!”

She smirked like the devil as he accepted her proposal. “Good with your hands I see?” Sarcasm was clearly evident in her words and in her actions as she glanced down at the fallen pint. Her gaze changed to the alley surroundings itself before narrowing on a box sitting on top of several other boxes. “There, first round. Hit the small box on the top of the others. Like this~” Alice plucked the throwing knife out of his hand, still looking at him with a smirk, and throwing it smoothly at the box-hitting it perfectly.

“Hey!” he grumbled as she took the knife. He watched as she directed it to the target with ease. “Not bad, for a woman.” He readied himself next, pulling out the next small knife and aiming toward the box. Unfortunately for himself, he saw two small boxes rather than the one, his daze of booze taking hold of his eyes. He squinted until he was sure there was actually only one box, then threw the blade at it. It barely struck, just hitting the bottom right edge. Not a perfect shot by any means, but enough to get the job done.

“Impressive...for a drunk pirate.” She lightly mused aloud as she glanced around for another target. “Hm, how about…” Alice held the word for a moment longer before finding another target-a slat of rotted wood leaning against the far wall. She moved with ease to remove the two throwing blades and use on to score the wood in a sizable ‘X’.

“Think you can hit that Pirate?”

“Did you not hear me before, lass?” he said, blowing the hair out of his face. “I’m in my prime.” He took one of the knives and twirled it between his fingers, then tossed it at the target, missing it entirely. The blade clinked against the wall behind the wood and dropped to the floor.

“Son of a…” He yelled and kicked the air, only holding himself from going further because he was not alone. He then put his back to the wall to watch Alice throw, crossing his arms and setting a foot back to further brace himself. He gave out a sigh, realizing that this girl was to good to miss, he could already tell of her talent from her first throw. Granted, she was sober. It was about time he started sobering up anyway, as he was now seeing double of everything.

“Do you like it?” he asked. “Being a hired gun?” It was a thought he had often questioned of himself, from time to time, usually when he was toward the end of being drunk. He had thought about giving up piracy, and becoming someone important, someone working with the prince. It was something that always lingered in his thoughts, though now was the first time he could see it becoming a possibility.

Alice had been toying with the knife between her fingers for a long moment while her eyes rolled in their sockets and her teeth flashed in a smile at the man’s confident words and less than confident actions. “In your prime you say?” She glanced at him sideways with her smirk only growing. Her body turned just a few degrees and her arm cocked back for the throw.

She hadn’t really been expecting the question to fall from his lips as her arm snapped forward to released the blade. It hit the target just a bit above where the lines intersected. She kept still and silent for a moment before glancing at him with that same smile, “It’s all I know how to do. It’s good money and it’s great for someone who doesn’t have a home.” She casually shrugged before turning on the heel of her boot to remove the blades from the board. “Why?” she handed him back his blade, “Thinking about taking it up once you get a bit better with your aim?”

“I’m more of a hack and slash type,” he said. “What I’ve learned from throwing knives comes from throwing spears all my life. Besides, I’m thinking more political. Someone working with the prince. I aim to get rich. Now, what questions do you have for me? I will speak as true as I can, so no need for any magics. Though I must warn you, I know nothing.”

Alice couldn’t help but look at the man with a curious look, tilting her head to the side while listening to him. Such an odd man indeed. “So a pirate is trying to get his land legs and try his hand at politics for the Prince of Barcea?” She nodded as she turned a blade over and over in her hand before holding it out to him- handle first. “I hardly think that the Prince would bring someone into his group who knows nothing. It’s clear you can handle yourself, that much was clearly stated during the arena battles. However, I had to wonder what your intentions of being here were. Yet, it seems you’ve answered them. I suspect there is far more to that story but who am I to pry about something kept close to the vest.”

The shorter woman laced her fingers behind her back while taking a step back from him, “I was planning on using my magic to it’s fullest ability but I’m actually pretty pleased with this conversation.”

“Damn it, woman!” he said. “How am I to know you weren’t using your magic on me this whole time! Your womanly, curvy, magic! I said I aim to get rich, whatever the means. True I know nothing of politics, however I’m sure there is something useful I can do. Something that makes me very, very rich! It’s not my intentions to use the prince, it’s just a stupid dream I’ve had for some time. Well, the get rich part anyway. Now I need another drink, and since you cheated with magic, I think I shall have one. I think you should do the same.”

A brow arched as Dalious spoke, her arms crossing over her chest once more. She remained there a moment before dropping her arms and taking those few short steps towards him with her hand snaking out and grabbing him by the collar of the shirt and dragging his far taller self down to her five foot three inch stature. “For the record, Dalious, my magic…” Her second hand pointed towards her green eyes that seemed to flash in the darkened alley, “Is right here. The rest is all natural.” Alice released the man with a polite smile before turning and calling back to him, “Come on Mister Pirate Politician, let’s get you another drink before you start spouting off about becoming an Emperor or something.”

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@RaijinslayerLet me know and I'll be happy to do a run through. I'll probably make Calypso for it, or Cyril. One or the other, or Christopher. One of them. Someone. A character.

@The Darklight Project

Make Damon