SashaWindrider

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I totally want to do this. Have to fit it around my gruesome gruesome work.

Exodus

Azurael took the proffered plate and returned it to the kitchen. Once having done so she complied with T'vor's instruction to get some sleep, this wasn't just because she was a loyal soldier, it was because she was also quite tired.

Damien retired straight to bed much more tired than Azurael, the workout on his unfitter body having tired him out much more.
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Sasha just nodded in response to T'vor. Her plan was ...different. It would take forever to have everything fall into place. Well, not forever, but long enough. She took both the plates away from the tent and back to the mess tent. She caught some titters and whispers that disappeared once she looked in their direction. She could not blame them, but damned be this infernal situation, she thought to herself.

The slight irritation of Order had done little to impede her recovery from the blood magic wrought not to far after landing. She still didn't want to try shapeshifting yet, and she had all the appearance and magical ability of a mundane, such as the magic had so drained her.

Sasha went to her own tent and slept fitfully.
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The four dragons watched on silence as the two men fought. They discussed much between themselves - the technique of the two men, the nature of angels and demons, even their own nature. They were still yet barely scratching the surface of the immense wisdom that dragons were famous for. Much of the their wisdom would come with age.

All except Vulanvolyed fell asleep again. They were young and needed to sleep much more than older dragons. Vulan kept watch over his and watched the two demons fighting from time to time. When he got both of both of these tasks he would pull a word from his innate knowledge of dovah'zul.

He settled on practising one that seemed to transform him into twists of shadow. ”Vokunbuldiliis."
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Anuriel finished late in the kitchens and walked tiredly to her tent that she shared with others of the kitchen staff. She swore she could have heard the sound of metal on metal but fell asleep before she could contemplate further.
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Exodus

"Do you want me to take your dishes back to the table?" Azurael asked, frowning lightly. As far as she had observed she has not known the General to be taken by flights of fancy or be be destracted. Whichever one it was worried her. But then she rethought, perhaps the busy General was still tired or had a lot to do. That was probably it she thought to herself. She still resolved, however to keep an eye on him. She wondered if anyone actually did keep a proper eye on the General. She wasn't sure Sephiroth did, even if the two were good friends or at least appeared to be that way.

Azurael took Damien's dishes and politely waited for affirmation from T'vor for weather or no she should take his.

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"No. I won't tell for I am not yet sure if I have the resources yet to action what I need to put into place. You wish for me to show leadership, to be resourceful, more diplomatic even?" Sasha said somewhat strongly. "Fear not for I shall harm no one directly or indirectly, I can not reveal my plan in even the slightest detail. All I can say is the result will be pleasing to you."

Sasha watched Sephiroth feeding the dragons. She was well versed in languages both spoken and dead, as well as off planet languages. She had had to learn the languages as part of being a princess in the angelic kingdom. She spoke to the dragons in language that was dead before the old angelic and demonic began splitting from each, and dead before even the old language started to diverge from the dragons native Dovah'zul. The language was well and truely still alive on Earth. "Dreigiau nos da. Ff dymuno yn dda i chi. Efallai y byddwch yn tyfu yn gryf. Efallai y byddwch yn hedfan yn wir. Enw imy yw Windrider Sasha. Beth yw dy enw?"

Exodus

Both Damien and Azurael tucked into their respective meals. After finishing her own meal Azurael offered to tale the dishes back to the kitchen for all seated at the table.
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"I don't wish this overcomplicate things. You merely oversimplify and expect every to bow to your will, and while your way is generally correct you must realise there is sometimes more than one correct way and different ways of going about things instead of being defensive and coming across as demanding. Faults we both have to different degrees." Saasha responded.

"Trust me, you will have my help and you will be happy for it." Sasha said a little more than her previous statement, a knowing grin on her face.

Exodus

”Oh. Oh my” Damien said in a slightly shocked tone.

”He wasn't offended that I gave him dragons, was he, Sir?” Damien asked. He was keen on perhaps seeing one one of these days. He slipped into a happy reverie.

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Sasha growled. ” Of course I do. But I think you can accept my help too. Deal?” Sasha said reverting back to an emotionless Order persona. She had a plan but it would take quite some time and would involve conning some people but the resulting outcome would be a good one.

Exodus

"You shall get precisely what you desire. " Azurael said meekly, her face expressionless - so anyone would not be able to tell weather she was being sarcastic or totally serious.

"Why would rocks hatch?" Damien asked innocently, blissfully unaware of what he had actually found.

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"I do not want my crown! I never wanted it. It was forced on me so our race might survive a little longer. I was not going to be the original recipient, I received no training. But angels need a leader, otherwise we rip each other apart! Literally. The angels would sooner have a demon king than a failure for a ruler. It has happened - nearly 10,000 years ago the demon King Lucien ruled both kingdoms. "

"I have not always held control of Order. Order is wielded primarily by the most powerful of the 12. I only inherited after my father was blown to bits a long with the planet, and that was shortly after the show and tell. I felt the precise moment of our planets demise. Do you even comprehend what that might feel like! Probably not! "

"Order is not as peaceful as you think Demon. She will gladly see destruction and death occur in order to achieve her goals. Peace does not come freely and can never happen with out control and a high price. So Chaos is far from the only one to cause destruction. Which do you think hurt our planet and exploded it? Order did, for her own agenda. "

"You know what the penalty for a bad deed is in the Angel kingdom is? Death. So count your self lucky Demon that you were born in the Demon kingdom. "

Sasha's hair had started to float upwards a little and her eyes were slowly getting whiter and whiter.

Exodus

"True, but it wouldn't hurt once in a while. Although you may either scare your soldiers or they would not recognize as smile for what it is on your face. " Azurael remarked.

Anuriel could be heard in the kitchen barking orders in such a manner that would make any General proud were she in the army.

Damien came into the mess tent soon after and sat down next to Azurael without paying much attention to who she had chosen to sit with. When he did notice he exclaimed "Oh gods, oh Hell, sorry sir. "
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Sasha looked at Sephiroth. "Do not call me princess until I earn the title. No one will call me such until I have earned the title. I do not deserve it and would only squander the curse. " Her expression was burdened with doubt and weariness.

She thought as she ate a few mouthfuls. She had a lot of growing up to do and had come to realize in only a short time what Sephiroth and T'vor had tried to put across to her on the ship - as she was, she would only lead the Angels to oblivion. "Should you wish for custody of the crown until you deem me otherwise worthy, I would be willing to hand it over." Of course she did not just mean the literal crown, she also mean the responsibility that came with it. The responsibility she had next to no training for.

"A trusted Angel holds the Archangelic relics. Though I do not know which. " Sasha added. The relic were passed onto the ruling Archon once they became king or queen.

She watched the dragonlets play as she continued to eat.

Exodus

Azurael silently pondered T'vor's words but got her meal and sat down next to him. Her meal was disproportionately large for someone of her stature but she was just previously exercising hard out and was a soldier. "You aren't very friendly sometimes are you? About as pleasant as sitting on a cactus. " Azurael observed. She wasn't being rude but just stating what she observed.

Sasha slowly woke up and was somewhat confused to find herself not in humanoid form and with a massive headache. After the sleepiness had disappeared and she somewhat regained her wits she turned to Sephiroth. "This isn't my tent is it? " Sasha asked. She rubbed eyes and added "Never ever follow Ari's advice like I did. "

Sasha's wings drooped as she thought about something. "I will never be even a half decent ruler will I. "

Exodus

"Heh" Azurael said with a grin at Sephiroth's remark about the General.

"Worry not General, I quite appreciate what you have done for me. "

It was well know that to secure an Angels steadfast loyalty meant that they would stick by you and serve even if it mean their own life. This would be one such case. Azurael's loyalty was not easily brought.

"Will you sup with myself or with your friend? " Azurael asked.

Exodus

Azurael saw the two looking on. She figured they could join in if they wanted. Another day perhaps. She dismissed her group so they could get ready for the evening meal. With a gesture she summoned up a small whirlwind to get all the loose feathers together. She got a few of her pupils to take them to the scribes who would use them as quill pens. Damien went with the feather carriers.

Azurael walked over to T'vor and Sephiroth. A blissful look was on her face, she was in her element. "We should have at least a platoon flying not too far from now. Everyone just needs to strengthen their muscles to compensate for the additional pull of gravity. "

Azurael noticed the sunset beginning. "The only time I ever saw a sky that colour was on a journey near no man's land between the borders of the two kingdoms. "