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Shattering The Crystal Silence - Closed

Yes, I am still accepting CS's - if you are wanting a brother sister combo, I might suggest looking at the description of the T-2 rank description.

Shattering The Crystal Silence - Closed

Mor of Altenia Tower

Silvia sat in the Mor looking over various paper work and sighing documents for this and that. It seemed that not only did Tristan not do his job he didn’t even bother to file anything with GTC to make it appear like he was working. The entire system was so screwed up Silvia was beginning to loose what little patience she had and felt like just setting the entire room on fire and saying screw it, we’ll start fresh when they build a new tower. She knew that wasn’t an option but one could dream couldn’t they. Despite the days and probably weeks of boring paper work to do the staff seemed rather upbeat considering. Silvia chalked it up to them just being glad Tristan was not in the Mor right then. Though when she heard two security techs laughing uncontrollably she felt it was a bit much even for such a joyous occasion.

Rising from her seat she walked over to them and crossed her arms over her chest as she eyed the two. “Mind telling me what is so funny?” she barked from behind them. They had been too busy laughing to even notice that she had come up behind them and the sudden question made them jump.

“Oh, um, nothing ma’am,” one stuttered as he rose from his chair nervously, the other just looked like a deer caught in headlights. Silvia perked a brow and looked over at the monitor, tilting her head to the side slightly before looking back over at the one that was standing.

“That doesn’t look like nothing,” she said in a cold voice.

“I..um…” he stuttered once again. Silvia motioned for him to move out of her way and he did so quickly but it was obvious the last thing he wanted to do was let her see what they were joking about. Sitting down she backed up the recording to the beginning of the last thing they replayed, both men gulping slightly as beads of sweat formed on their brows. Silvia watched the exchange between Ailen and The Jun’Krama.

“Oh really….” She hissed. “So that’s how things go in this Tower….” She said before rising from her place and looking back over at the two that had drawn her attention, rising up telekinetically so she could look them both in the eye. “I take it this was what you found so funny?” she spat. “Now get back to work!” she said as she looked at them, her face enraged. Lowering herself she found several other members chuckling as the two had apparently put the entire thing on a loop and broadcast it to every terminal in the Tower. Taking a deep breath and resisting the urge to throw each of them out of the top of the tower she walked over to the Tower Lead Chair and sat down before opening her com. “Ailen, would you and the Jun’Krama retrieve our newest arrival from Dock 3 and then make your way back up here. I have somethings I need to go over with both of you,” she said in a rather irritated voice. Turning off the com she placed her hands on the crystal receivers and powered up the crystal generators for the next catch.

“Tower Lead Belin for Bast’i set to throw to Altenian Tower. You ready Tristan?” a voice came over the speakers.

“That’s Tower Lead Silvia,” she quickly corrected and the monitor flashed on to show the Bast’i Tower Lead looking rather confused.

“Where’s Tristan?” the man asked perplexed.

“Indisposed. Ready for the toss?” Silvia responded quickly.

“Um, yeah Tower Lead Silvia, here she comes,” Belin answered before Silvia felt the tunneling pull of the toss. Concentrating she caught the transport vessel and took control of the T&C from there on out, resting it down in dock 3.

“Tower Altenia has received and docked transport vessel from Bast’i Tower,” she said as she removed her hands from the contacts and sat back in her chair.

“Okay, transport contains Engineer Jeremiah Strong, he’s your problem now and welcome to the Tower Circuit Silvia,” Belin said with an odd grin on his face. Silvia rolled her eyes slightly and then nodded before cutting the transmission and rubbing her face slightly out of frustration.

“Time to put some fuckers in their place,” she muttered under her breath as she kept hearing periodical giggles from the peanut gallery.

Shattering The Crystal Silence - Closed

Mor Of Altenian Tower

Silvia watched Ailen leave and just shook her head with a smile on her lips. Thankfully the man seemed to think along the same line of thought she did but something bothered her. He had said his race was sensitive to black crystal, that wasn’t sitting right with her. She had heard of other races having similar issues but it was something Silvia never had to deal with; always feeling fine around the crystals no matter their color or size. It perplexed her and she wondered if there was anything she could do to help. She liked having Ailen as second in command of security but he was a T-1, he should have a tower.

Taking a deep breath she leaned back in her chair and started thumbing through the file that was personally Ailens. Biting her bottom lip as she read and letting out a deep sigh as she read. It was horrid to see what all Tristan had caused just with her own eyes but this was worse than she ever expected. He had actually caused deaths and trauma to people in and out of the tower. This report alone should have been enough to have him removed long ago. Closing the file she rubbed her temples, obviously this had not gotten out and it angered her more than she already had been today. “Hell of a first day on the job,” she muttered under her breath.

Setting the file to the side she went back to work organizing transports and sending a few out while Ailen was retrieving this Jun’Krama. As they walked in she stopped what she was doing and rose from her place. Tilting her head to the side slightly as she looked at him, he was huge. She had met plenty of people that were taller than her. It came with her being as short as she was but he looked like he could turn her into a meal if he wanted to. Shrugging her shoulders slightly as Ailen and the Jun’Krama watched the tape before smirking as she watched herself punch Tristan.

“That felt so good to hit that s.o.b.,” she said with a laugh before stepping over to them and nodded her head slightly. “Yes, one shipment was smuggled already earlier and should be unloading right now,” she said as she looked him in the eyes. Noting he was not dressed like any talent and carried a sword she decided it was best not to use her talents to make herself eye level with the man. Pulling out a chair she climbed into to take care of the height difference and locked eyes with him. “That will be the last smuggled delivery; the rest will be delivered over the next week by normal means and proper channels. All food, supplies and repair equipment to get your village back up to speed. You will be recredited for all past orders that you no longer need to prevent an oversupply, which your village can use for whatever the village needs,” she said in a serious tone before stepping down out of the chair and looking over at Ailen.

“From what I am seeing of Tristans Tyrany, I want multiple Basics on the file uploading. I want it all ready by tomorrow. The sooner we can get this fucker off world the better,” she said to Ailen before sitting back in the seat. “Sorry to cut this short but I have a Tower to fix. Craig, please make sure that the Jun’Krama is afforded the same respect and access to the Tower as all other lead officials of the other cities of Altenia. No Lead, Talent or Not, should be treated with any less respect than they deserve for their position,” she quipped as she set up for another catch from off world.

Craig looked at her slightly shocked that she would openly give the Jun’Krama such access but he was more impressed that she hadn’t flinched in his presence. She spoke to him like he was anyone else, no arrogance from her voice. She spoke to the Jun’Krama like she had Craig and Ailen and the rest of the staff. A Tower Lead without arrogance was something he had never seen; even the kinder ones had an air about them that Silvia was lacking. Just who was this woman?

Silvia worked as she spoke, the generators not powering up for some of the catches, which made some of the staff worry until she showed that she could handle the smaller vessel unaided; one of them asking where she had learned to do that. Once she had finished the docking of the latest vessel she looked over to the Talent at the com. “Earth Tower is old, much of the time we have no generators or even power but we still have to make catches. Sometimes you just have to use what you have instead of relying on anything else; if you don’t people die.”

Looking over towards Ailen and The Jun’Krama she smiled slightly. “If you would like, Ailen can take you down to the docks to go through what your village needs right away and what you would like credited back to the village account. That way nothing is missed,” she said. It may have been rude for her to work while talking to the Jun’Krama but Silvia had no time for pleasantries. There was too much work to be done and she honestly didn’t care if she offended anyone. Peoples supplies for survival were far more important to her than bows and the like.

Shattering The Crystal Silence - Closed

Tristans Quarters

Craig smirked as he reached the door to Tristans quarters, two guards in tow behind him. As the door slid open Craig threw him into his quarters and the man landed on the couch before looking over to Craig and growling. Craig had drug him all the way from the Mor, refusing to use the elevator and took the stairs. Tristans collar in hand as he made sure Tristans rear-end hit every step on the way down. It was a rather gratifying experience after so many years of being under Tristans tyranny.

Walking over to the com, Craig enacted an emergency protocol that was used in prisons to negate Talent abilities within a certain area. He wanted to make sure that Tristan would not be able to use his abilities to contact anyone on the outside or to try to escape. As much as he was glad for Tristan to be out of the chair of leadership, he wasn’t naïve enough to think that Tristan wouldn’t do everything he could to get back at Silvia for what she had done and in the back of his mind he was fearful for the womans life now. He just hoped that whatever Silvia had planned would get Tristan off world as quickly as possible.

Tristan rubbed his jaw a bit and straightened himself up as he stood. “I am going to kill that woman,” he spat towards Craig. Craig perked a brow and turned to face the man, stepping closer to him as his expression went blank. It wasn’t like Craig to get upset over things. Even with all the horrors he had seen he had always remained jovial and upbeat through it all. This was different though. The Tower had a chance to be a well-run Tower for once; one where the staff was not afraid of some idiots temper tantrum.

“You had better pray that Silvia doesn’t take a liking to Ailen,” he warned as he looked at the man and spoke in a serious tone. “Because if she were to then she just might let Ailen have a few minutes alone with you,” he finished before turning and walking out of the room and the door sliding shut. Tristan standing there with a look of mixed rage and fear over his features.

“Lock the door, no one enters or leaves without permission of the Tower Lead,” Craig ordered the men.

“Yes sir,” they answered in tandem before locking down the quarters and standing post. Craig began to make his way back to the Mor, a slight skip in his step as a smile graced his features. So far this had been the best day he had had at the Tower since he began working there. He looked forward to what tomorrow may hold. That was until he got word through his come and groaned inwardly.

“Oh wonderful,” he muttered before laughing slightly. “Tell Jun’Krama that the Tower Lead will personally speak to him and that the Tower Lead will be down shortly to meet with him face to face,” Craig said as he stepped into the elevator and waited for it to take him back to the Mor. “This will be interesting,” he laughed.

Mor Of Altenian Tower

Silvia perked a brow at what Ailen was saying about that one particular file and asked the Basic to hand it over to her; picking it up from the pile he handed it over to her before getting to work on transferring all the files to crystal drives. This was going to take some time to get through everything but the Basic didn’t mind, this was one tedious job he was happy to do. Silvia took the file and rested it in her lap. If it had to do with Ailen personally she wanted to review it first and not leave it to another member of the staff.

Taking the wine from Ailen as he offered to her she smiled and thanked him for the glass, taking a small sip as she leaned back in the chair. She had wanted to get settled in but since the T-2 Pair was out for the day there was no one for back up. She would have to work through the night and rest tomorrow. Why Tristan had even been out of the Mor during his shift was unfathomable to her. Even if there was not a ship to catch, a Lead was not supposed to leave the Mor for anything during their 36-120 hour stretch. They worked, ate, slept and even tried to relax in the Mor while on duty. It was too risky when things went wrong to have a Lead asleep in their room. They had to be able to be right there at a moments notice.

Silvia about spit out her wine laughing when Ailen said he wouldn’t use his artificial arm to hit Tristan. Barely managing not to she swallowed the wine hard and shook her head with a soft smile on her lips. “You know, I may just let you have a patrol shift over him while he is in lock down,” she said as she swirled the wine in the glass slowly. “Or perhaps we can line up the entire staff when he is shipped off world and do an assembly line style toss out from his quarters all the way to the dock,” she said with a mischievous grin on her lips.

It was about that time that a com came through about an emergency medical issue down in Ashalas quarters from the infirmary. “Oh dear,” Silvia said as she sat up in her seat and looked around, happy to see Gaia coming off the elevator. “Gaia, welcome back,” Silvia said kindly. “Hate to do this but we have a medical emergency in the quarters of someone named Ashala. I need you to head down there as quick as your wings can carry you. I’ll send back up from the infirmary to help you in case Ashala needs to be moved to the infirmary proper,” she said quickly before contacting the infirmary and having two orderlies of low talent ranking make their way to Ashalas quarters; telling them to await Gaias arrival before doing anything.

Once that was taken care of she told the rest of the staff to get together all back logs for her and that they were going to stand sending out all supplies that have been sitting. “I also want paperwork on all supplies that are damaged or rotten so we can get them replaced post haste. Until we get replacements we will be slightly under supplied ourselves because I will be sending anything we can to those that need it the most tonight,” she said before taking a long drink of the wine and finishing it off, resting the glass on the arm of her chair. “Thanks Ailen, I needed that.”

Before she continue her conversation with Ailen, the elevator doors opened again and Craig came out laughing so hard he could barely contain himself. Silvia looked over to him and then to Ailen. “Is he okay?” she asked but before Ailen would have a chance to reply Craig pipped in.

“Never been better. Miss Silvia, you have a guest waiting for you at the Gates.”

“A guest?” she asked quizzically.

“Yes, Jun’Krama is here to see you. Requests your presence at the gate,” he said as he sat down at his desk.

“The who?” she asked before shaking her head. “I’m on duty, I can’t exactly leave the Mor. Bring him up,” she said and the room went quiet. “What?”

“Um…Trust me, you don’t want him up here,” Craig answered quickly.

“Why not? Never mind, just bring him up here. There is a catch soon, I am not leaving to go for a stroll,” she said in a flat tone.

“I..um…okay…and if he refuses to leave his sword at the gate?”

“Then let him bring it with him for gods sake man I have a fucking job to do. Or would you rather Tristan come back up here to cover for me?” she asked as she perked a brow.

“No, that’ll work,” he said quickly before looking over towards Ailen. “Would you please bring the Jun’Krama up to the Mor?”

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

@EWillden I know, I was making a joke. Lol As far as either, I can stay with RoF, was just having a joking moment was all. Oh and Sana has an arm band, not a ring.

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I can see Sana pointing her finger at someone biTching them out and it "misfiring" lmao, omg I am dying laughing at the "whoops" moments I could do

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@EWilldenWell pooh, I had a cool one and I get crap cause of him, another reason to dislike him, lol Well bot crap, RoF is cool but for Sana just see a better use in barkskin since she wears no armor. Now to figure out how a non magic user is going to make this work, lol oh the fuck ups that are gonna occur, lol

The Forests of Death (Dead)

Ramara And Regalia

Ramara sat there in the saddle and let the boy explode, listening to his outburst and not showing the smallest hint of emotion. He could speak of things concerning himself all he wanted but he assumed how she felt about her parents. That was foolish but with youth comes such foolishness. Assassins were not always of a stone heart and Paladins were not always perfect. It was something he would have to learn for himself in time; it was nothing she or Ishmael or anyone else could ever teach him, only life could. Life was a short journey for some, a long journey for some and even a longer for others; life was a cruel and compassionate teacher and only looking back on life could see clearly see the moments that were cruel and the ones that were full of compassion.

She could have told him all these things but she didn’t. A child lashing out in anger would not listen to one he had already prejudged, however incorrectly his judgements may or may not have been. She simply sat there and let him vent before her head snapped around and a smirk came to her lips. “Perhaps he is not a ghost after all,” she said before turning back around and looking before her as the expression on her face faded. Sometimes someone just needed a push to show courage; perhaps he had some after all. Or perhaps he was just a child lashing out about a memory. Only time could tell.

Regalia was however not as silent or stoic as Ramara, pushing her horse forward she came up to the wagon and next to the child, eyeing him for a moment before shaking her head slightly. “Child, I would watch what you say. If she is as cold and heartless as you seem to believe she could have just ended your journey,” she said in a rather compassionate voice. “But she didn’t. Try not to assume that death means nothing to someone or that someone may hate their parents or even that a lifes path is not one worth the choice. All have their reasons, if you didn’t care you wouldn’t have had an outburst,” she said with a kind smile on her features as she slowly pulled back on the reigns and backed her horse up a bit to the back of the wagon before stopping and letting it stand there until it was time to move again.

“I have to agree with her though, there is no honor for a parent to have their child die in a battle they are not prepared for just to honor them. Parents, well most, love their children. They want them to have better than they had; safer lives and less pain than they themselves endured. I am sure your father is proud of the choice you made to follow in his footsteps but perhaps, just perhaps he wanted better for you. That’s all I am saying. Take it or leave it,” she said before giving Inyatas hand a gentle squeeze of reassurance as they waited to continue.

"And Wade is correct, in the heat of battle you must fight for those beside you, because they will be fighting for you. Family is not always the people that are of our blood, but the people that will become your blood. Brothers and sisters forged in war, child found needing direction, a parent to look up you may have never had. Travels, on the road and sea, makes strange bed fellows but sometimes it gives you great rewards that gold and silver cannot measure," she said looking over her shoulder and at Inyata with a smile.

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

@Goldeagle1221 Oh shut it or I'll insult your spinach puffs, lol.

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Sana looked over to Hugh as she sat there, awaiting Artos to come over and identify her arm wrap. Reaching up she slowly removed the cuff from her arm and letting it rest in her hand as she took a deep breath before setting it next to her on the floor of the wagon for Artos to look at when he could. Speaking of her sister brought up her past. It was not something ever spoke about but looking over to Hugh she felt she owed him an explanation of more than my sister. Though their relationship was new, she felt it was better to just get it out in the open. She found the past tended to hurt more the longer it awaited to be revealed. Closing her eyes for a moment before taking another long breath before opening them slowly and looking over to him, trying to smile but her lips only managed to thin out a bit.

“Someone who I loved very deeply, still do,” she said quietly as she sat there, looking away from him and staring down at the sand as her legs swung back and forth over the edge of the wagon. “Someone I had to leave behind that I have never forgiven myself for,” she continued as her fingers tightened around the wood of her bow. “I guess since I know about your past, you deserve to know about mine. Remember me mentioning I am gypsy?” she said looking back over to him for a moment before looking away again, not really waiting for an answer; it was more of a rhetorical question than anything. “Well from your reaction or lack thereof when you found out I take it you don’t know much about my kind. Kind of glad of that but then again, if you did know more then perhaps I wouldn’t have to dredge up the past,” she said in a slightly sorrowful voice. Sorrow was not a tone that many had ever heard from Sana; in fact it hadn’t left her lips since the day she left home.

“You see,” she began in a soft voice as she continued to stare idly at the sand below. From there she proceeded to tell him that when a child was born in her troop they were always taken to Fortune Teller, their magic user. A childs life was laid out before them from that moment on. Some became jesters, others tricksters. Some learned to play beautiful music, others sleight of hand to wow the crowds in the streets. There was a great many things a child of Gypsy could become but that she had received the one calling that many dreaded even though in the end she would become a leader of their people. Someone who could gather information to sell or use, someone that could get close to most any because of her position and their unassuming perception of her; a Courtesan.

Sana went on to keep explaining because as of yet it didn’t tie into who this person she loves so deeply. She told him of how when she was old enough to know exactly what being a courtesan entailed she was furious and refused to do it but she was still too young to do anything besides pitch a fit. The troop figuring she would grow out of such thoughts of not following her destined path. She didn’t, always practicing to be able to defend herself, to hunt, to survive; with the bow Ramara had given her. Sana still wouldn’t look at Hugh as she spoke, it wasn’t something she found easy to talk about and hadn’t ever aloud to anyone.

“You see, that is why I had to leave. I didn’t want a life that was not my own. I didn’t want to be some night for someone, a second choice. I couldn’t fathom letting someone get that close to me only to be an option for them. Someone to replace someone they had lost or to help them pretend they were still in a happier time,” she said as she looked over to him; eyes watering slightly. Taking a deep breath she quickly looked away and sighed deeply as her head lowered and she stared blankly back towards the sands.

“When I was old enough I left,” she continued before she continued to tell him about the night she left. The harsh words spoken from those she had been raised with and by but explaining that wasn’t the hardest part. That having Ramara beg and plead to be taken with her was. “Leaving Ramara that night was the hardest,” she said as her hands came up to her face and rested on either side of her cheeks, elbows resting on her thighs. “You see Ramara is my youngest sister. She wanted me to take her with her but I was still young and she younger. I knew I couldn’t protect her and her life was to be one of music and acrobatics. She had no need to fear the things I had,” she said before dropping a single hand as she turned her head looking over to him.

“So there you have it. I left because I couldn’t bear the thought of being a second choice for anyone and in doing so I left behind the one person I loved more than anything,” she said as she righted herself and took a deep breath, her hands returning to clutching the bow that he would know now was her most precious of possessions.