AimeChambers

Danganronpa Alternate: Apologies to Hope

@TheSeriousJoke

I know someone who wants to join if that's okay...

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

...They might have been there for a bit too long. Ice pleasantly having this moment of human touch while Alice seemed to be having the same thing. They didn't have anyway to know when the debate would be over so they just stayed in Alice's room, but now Ice was starting to feel antsy again. The man slipped his hands out from around Alice and lightly pushed her away from his embrace. "Th-They must be about done now, and I want to check on Allie and Calvin." Ice hadn't really thought before about how close he was getting with Alice, but now his face was starting to heat up. How many minutes had they been hugging, especially on Alice's bed?! This was definitely most improper and while Ice might not have been the most proper of people, he still wanted to treat Alice with the respect she deserved.

"...So-" Now, that would just be more embarrassing for him to apologize! If Alice didn't realize what he was thinking about, she would probably be confused and come up with the wrong conclusions, and Ice wasn't about to let that happen. With an annoyed sigh, he got up and stretched, flinching a little at his achy hand and arm. "Thanks... for agreeing to come with me," he wanted to get his emotions in check before looking back at Alice, so he didn't turn to her before walking over to the door. Finally, he opened the door and turned back to her, "Shall we?"

"Erm, y-yeah! Let's go check on the others..." Alice agreed as she followed behind Ice, mentally punching herself in the face for not keeping track of time. Or really, just embarrassing herself in general.

The two of them hurried up to the second floor, the sounds of arguments not even heard from their vantage point. Had they arrived too late? How had the debate gone? Ice's heart skipped a beat when he remembered Aleecia's determined face. Had Calvin been able to stop her? Had Cyrus? Nothing was discernible from the other end of the hall. They were just reaching for the door when-

Faith had taken the opportunity as the debate wrapped up to make her way to the door. A couple of other Infinites had grouped over to look after Allie, giving her the perfect chance to make her escape from the room as quickly as she could. Seeing the girl break down as she did... it hit her somewhere she tried desperately to keep quiet. How determined she was to use her own life for the sake of her friends - it was commendable, but equally stupid, in her eyes. To let such a young and innocent girl give herself to a fate most likely worse than death; Faith shuddered at the thought of letting that happen, each stride taking her closer to the door of the Diner.

Her hands reached out to push the doors open, planting her palms firmly against them and forcing her body weight against them to drive them open in one movement. The moment she did, Faith took another stop forward, but immediately stopped in her tracks. There was something there, in the way; Ice and Alice.
"Huh?" the sound crawled out from her throat involuntarily, and quickly she reached up to wipe her slightly damp eyes, "O-oh, hi! If it isn't Isaiah and the Exodus~! Did you change your mind on joining the festivities~?"

"Move." It was fairy dust again, the girl that made the hairs on the back of Ice's neck stand on end. Why did this situation have to happen again, and for the love of crumpets everywhere, Ice really didn't want this to end the same way. Ice moved slightly in front of Alice, not wanting Faith to get closer again.

What really was unnerving Ice was the expression Faith had had on when she first came out. What could be so horrifying as to make someone like that tear up? All of this was worrying the broody blood donor and his heart involuntarily sped up. This was really not the time considering his condition. This whole situation made him want to pop a candy in his mouth, even with his lack there of.

Alice herself didn't want to deal with Faith at the moment, the night of carnage being more important than whatever the matchmaker wanted, so the recon decided to deal with it and move on. Cause the faster the two reached the dining room, the better. "What do you want, Tinker Bell? Make it quick." She asked, unamused.

"Well that's not very nice~!" even despite her cheery and seemingly playful outset, it was seemingly obvious that she wasn't expecting such a harsh welcome from the two. Whether it was because she was oblivious to how they thought of her, or simply because she blatantly ignored it, for a brief second her face flashed something of a solemn look, before regaining its usual happy smile, "Y'know, the debate is practically over. Pretty sure I managed to convince Allie to stay behind and let the others deal with Nariko, too~! is that what you wanted to hear~?"

Ice took a longer glance down at the girl, "You met Aleecia? If you said anything to hurt her..." Images played through his head and he almost started shake. He knew that everyone in the room, including Calvin and Ellie, wouldn't let Faith physically hurt the girl, but there was no way to block words. While he did care for Alice and Calvin, Allie had become Ice's main concern. She was the one that couldn't fight and was defenseless, reminding him of his younger sisters so long ago... There was no way Ice would let her get herself involved with this. Ice's blatantly annoyed looked turn venomous as he stared her down. "I said move."

In response, Faith simply placed her hands on her hips and pouted. What had she done to deserve such cruelty?! They'd barely met and they were just so mean to her! Their last interaction, she was under the impression she had helped; not only had she given Alice an insight into her hidden ability, but she had given Ice an opportunity to grapple with himself - and this was the thanks she got? Even the bland people in her old game were more receptive to her help then these two. Allie hadn't been upset when she talked about magic, so what was the problem with these two?! She simply couldn't fathom it - not in the slightest. They were in a Killing Game, even something as outlandish as magic in modern day society should have been less surprising that that

"Hurt her?! No, never! I'd never hurt anyone unless they deserved it~" she smiled, releasing the pout from her face with newfound energy, "Hey, I was thinking - you shouldn't be fighting Isaiah!" her blatant and random change of subject hung in the air for a couple seconds before she started again, "Not cause you're an ordinary human or anything, even though that contributes a liiiiiiiiittle bit. But cause you're injured; you cant hide those bandages from me~ What are you gonna do about confessing if you're dead~? Soooooo, don't fight~! We wouldn't want you to get killed after all~"

It wasn't that Ice was exactly taking Faith for her word, but he knew since Calvin was there that Allie would be okay. Therefore Ice was able to switch topics over to the fight at hand... The one he knew would be merciless. "If I can move, I can fight. It might look like a narly road rash, but I can still move pretty much everything if I take off some of these excess bandages." Ice brought moved his right hand up his shirt to slip the chained blade out. "I can fight as well as anyone, got that? There's no way I'm not going to give that pompous Flib a piece of my mind, one that will leave her in smoldering pieces." The bandages that had been badly wrapped around his head fell away, his right eye becoming more visible through them and just as dark as Alice had seen during the trial, though the darkness that involved him was only a fraction of what it had been when he had seen the murderer of his family.

"Hey, hey- Calm down, calm down..." Alice told Ice, a startled expression on her face as she put a hand on his shoulder. As she looked back at Faith however, it changed to a more apathetic look. "Look, if he wants to fight, just let him. Okay?"

"Hmmmmm..." she pondered for a second, watching the two defend Ice's capabilities. The emergence of his weapon was something of a surprise, but Faith didn't let it show on her face. Where he had been hiding that she wasn't sure, but at the very least she could tell he was relatively used to combat to have such a weapon; a blade on the end of a chain - a unique approach. "You two are close, aren't you~?" she suddenly asked. leaning forwards to look at the two of them, "I can see emotions, y'know, and look into people's hearts~! Hey Alice, would you really wanna let him fight in his condition? I mean, lack of magical assistance aside, he is injured. But maybe I was wrong - maaayyyybeeeee, you like each other~? Hey, hey, what if he died? Wouldn't you have wished you'd listened to my advice then~?"

She paused, letting the two formulate a response, but quickly cut them off before they could say anything.
"I get it, though - you really wanna fight Nariko cause she's a big meanie. Buuuuuut, you shouldn't fight her; emotions are nice and all but they might get'ya killed. Oh - oh, since you're so bent on fightiiiiiing~" she took a quick bound forward, so they were truly face to face, "How would you mind accompanying me, eh~? I wanna fight, but Davis kiiiiiiinda weakened my magic, so I need a buddy! And I can totally stop you from getting killed~! No fighting Nariko, though!" she took a glance over to Alice and smiled, "Let's leave that to the real fighters~"

"I don't think- Wait, what?!" Alice exclaimed, eyes widened in shock. "T-that's ridiculous!!"

Ice was starting to feel numb again and that couldn't be a good thing. The Blonde Donor could barely feel Alice's arm on his shoulder and flinched slightly when he finally did feel it, talk about slow reaction time. If only Ice had been facing Alice, maybe that would have calmed him down, but his bloodthirsty fantasies were taking control of his morals. His hand tightened on the blade. It had become almost ritual for him to wind the chain up his leg in the mornings ever since Shona's death. Usually none of it was necessary since Ice didn't leave his room often.

Faith's question went over his head, all thoughts of Alice gone as he imagined slicing Nariko's head off, then Monokuma's, and finally, Davis's. Some man of conquest, hiding with his tail between his probably extremely heavy legs. Perchance had Ice been listening, he probably would have ignored Fairy Dust anyway, her ludicrous thoughts of magic driving him to a migraine. It was only when Faith brought up Nariko's name that Ice's eyes refocused on her. He didn't move when she came closer, his hand still gripping the blade tightly. "What's the point of fighting if it doesn-" Then, realization slipped past his murderous notions.

Alexandria. The lack of rules. She would be easy to pick off. It wasn't like Ice could actually crush her existence, but maybe he could work off some steam and practice for when it was the time to go head to head with all of them at once. Sure, Ice was hoping that he would be fighting alongside Alice and the other stronger infinites of the group when they moved to overpower Monokuma, but practice makes perfect. They needed someone to stop the other sisters from going to help Nariko and Ice would rather eat his own shoes than let them help the mechanical witch.

It would be easy to agree with Faith right away, but Ice was too annoyed to take the easy route, "Why should I accompany you? You don't seem like much of a gladiator to me."

Faith couldn't help but give a smile at Alice's reaction. Even without seeing her face, she could tell just what thoughts were going through her head; telling when people were smitten was her forte, after all. Needless to say, though, she found herself a tad disappointed at Ice as he seemingly stared off into space, lost in his own little world. And when they were having an important conversation about their plans, no less! Had no one taught the man manners?! But even still, it wasn’t as though she could get angry at him. Anger was such an ugly emotion. It had no place in the palace of romance!

”That’s okay, Alice, you don’t have to admit it right away~!” she chirped, leaning a but over ice’s shoulder, ”Come talk to me if you need any advice, Kay~?” and at that she, took a little step back, with just enough distance between her and Ice for them to touch, ”Now then, Mr. Isaiah! Maybe I don’t look like a fighter, but you can bet your pretty little behind that I can~! Training was hard, but as an Heiress people do kiiiinda wanna kill me - can’t think why~! But, but, if you keep thinking with that attitude... well, you miiiight just get~” she gently tapped his nose with her index finger, ”Offed~!”

As quickly as she she did so, Faith danced around him, and out of the doorway to the Diner, just off to the side behind them.
”How would you feel about helping us keep some of the Sisters at bay~? You’ll get your fix of combat, and I bet it’ll be tonnes of fun~!“

Ice had already agreed to the request in his head, but somehow he was going to have to begrudgingly accept her out loud. "..." Ice had opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Really, he was acting like such a child, even Ice could see that! But... he didn't want to do anything nice for this girl that creeped him out. He just finally scratched the back of his neck and nodded. Before Faith could react, he pivoted on his feet to face Alice, "They need you and you'd better not die, got it?" The look on his face was blocked from Faith's sight, and Ice felt better that way. His past desperation from Alice's bedroom showed there again. Would the Recon agree to go fight Nariko? ...Or would she only fight if it meant Ice was there with her. Everyone needed Alice to make the right call, and maybe... Maybe Allie's life depended on it.

Alice wanted to yell at Faith for making such an assumption, and she wanted to question Ice's decision to team up with the matchmaker of all people, yet something inside the recon told her to stay quiet, so she did. "...Right. I promise I'll stay alive." She answered, forcing a smile before walking inside the diner.

"You make one pass at either Alice or Aleecia and I'll slit your throat and smoke with your windpipe," Ice stated, starting the walk back downstairs. If they were going after any of the disfunctional Killgood family, it was going to be that yandere robot ruella.

"I wouldn't dream of it~" accompanied by a giggle were the only response before the Matchmaker vanished down the corridor.

So he's a bit of a Fixer Upper [Silver Fox]

Alver is being too devious!

My Personal Unfinished Business

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Name
Cailyn Chrysos

Nickname
Kit by many and any.
He was also called "Goldilocks" as a pet name by his childhood friends.

Birthday
April 9th

Age
27

Formula and Sexuality
Uke II Pansexual
*More geared towards men.

Goal
To sign mattresses and take names! ...But actually wants to reconcile with the life he could have had if hadn't walked down this path.



Family
As the fourth child of six siblings, Cailyn has a lot of fictive kin in his background. His parents weren't that old when they decided to adopt a big family, only in their early thirties. You would think the boy would have the responsibility of taking care of his younger siblings, but no one let him since he was still in the "runt" group of the family. With his two older brothers and sister being a lot older than him and his younger sisters much younger, Cailyn always felt like the odd one out with no one to talk to in his family that was close to his own age.

Marriage/Love

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Cailyn despises marriage and when it comes to, "love", the list seems to go on for eternity. Ever since Cailyn has gotten to his first year of college, he's been in some kind of relationship, whether that's a girlfriend, boyfriend... or fuck buddy. Usually, they don't last long and why should they? There wasn't any real love in it to begin with, but Cailyn did have some favorites that were good at sex. Cailyn did have one real relationship in his senior year of high school... but it didn't end well.

Occupation
When Cailyn was a kid, it was always his dream to be an actor, but he usually only gets small roles every now and again. To supplement his income, he works in Costume Prep where he makes sure costumes are in pristine condition and aren't damaged. He's the second-hand man of the designer, helping fit and make everything on the actor/actress's person. He has a talent for fashion and secretly loves his side job.

Appearance
Cailyn doesn't stand that tall at 5'10", but he doesn't envy taller people too much. Cailyn works out with a lot of his spare time in order to keep his body in peak condition, he wouldn't want to lose out on an acting job just because he didn't have the body for it. He likes to wear earrings every once and a while, but usually leaves his pierced ears empty. While Cailyn would want to get a tattoo, he doesn't want it to ruin anything for his acting career so he refrains. The man also has a mole right below his collar bone.

Style
Work/Public: Cailyn likes to look stylish and fashionable when he's at work, it is part of his profession after all. His clothes range from looking expensive and modern, to colorful blazers and cosplay outfits, he's always trying to catch the public eye.

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Home: Cailyn usually wears whatever he finds comfortable, not caring as much about his appearance. While he does like to look pretty, no one wants to stay in a constricting blazer all hours of the day. Instead he wears track suits, t-shirts, and shorts.

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Middleschool Clique
"Companion Cube"

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During his years in middleschool, Cailyn spent most of his time out of school with his childhood friends. When he was in school, he was kind to everyone, but he never had anything more than buddies to hang out with during class. There was always the slightly distance between them because no one thought they could get into his inner circle that was so well woven around him. While the girls all seemed to have a little crush on him, he would normally politely turn them down.

Highschool Clique
"He always keeps us at a distance."

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Cailyn parents' had always chosen the most beautiful children in the orphanage, therefore, his family was full of beautiful people. Rumors spread of Cailyn's past siblings and every treated the boy with a bit too much respect for an underclassman. That said, the boy seemed fine with it, treating every with a bit too much distance. No one knew if he had friends or not, but they didn't much see him with anyone outside of class. He joked around with other boys now and again, but there didn't seem to be any more of a bond between him and his peers. Girls would confess to him all the time, but Cailyn would just say that he liked someone else and that would be that.

It was during his last year of high school that he met Austin. The one who reminded Cailyn so much of his first love, the one that seemed responsible enough to take care of him and help him when the reality of his life held him under. They spent all of their time together and Cailyn was even planning to go to the same college with him...

That's when Cailyn found out the truth about the man he thought he loved. The boy had been racing over to his boyfriend's house hoping to show him his college acceptance letter when he found... Austin wasn't there? He asked the boy's dad and the man said Austin was at his friend's house, but it was weird, Cailyn didn't know the friend he was talking about. Feeling a little jealous, the Blonde had gone to the friend's house and knocked on his door, only for his boyfriend's "friend" to come to the door practically naked with Austin in tow. The boy he had spent so much time with and had cared so much for had apparently been plotting against him with his own on-and-off-again boyfriend to hurt him. They had planned to humiliate Cailyn in front of the whole school so that the Chrysos name would be forever stained in their high school and town.

And hurt him they had done. Not necessarily in the way they had planned, but the cuts of their words sliced deep. Cailyn dropped out of school and got his GED, moving out of town to go to a community college, something that he maybe could actually afford without taking out too many loans.

Past Crush

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TBD

Current Crush

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Are you in contact with a Rose?
No

Personality
Cailyn's happy-go-lucky attitude always seems to come with a catch. A snarky remark can sneak in even if the man may not have wanted to speak it when he gets annoyed. His personality has been warped so he always points out the bad in people and possible weaknesses.

To say that Cailyn is frivolous is an understatement. The guy seems to be having the time of his life going out to clubs, drinking the night away, and bumping uglies with complete strangers. He isn't usually the one to directly suggest they get a room, but he can use a bit of his own seductive charm to get what he wants.

Cailyn manipulates people on a day-to-day basis, but there's always a drop in his gut every time he does it. While in the moment it might feel good to exploit a person's insecurities when he may be annoyed with them, it wrecks at his psyche later. That's actually probably the reason he's always out partying so much. Nice to know he has such a great and healthy coping mechanism, right?

Short Bio

Little Cailyn

Cailyn was born out of wedlock to a young teenage mother that was forced to put him up for adoption. He doesn't remember much of his time in the orphanage because he was soon adopted by a couple seemed to have quite a few more adopted children, even if they may have been quite a bit older. At the beginning, Cailyn had the time of his life being coddled by both his newfound parents and older siblings, but time flies when you're having fun. His parents got a new adopted child and everyone's attention turned to the new baby. Cailyn tried to act as enthusiastic as the rest of his adopted family, but couldn't help but feel a little jealous. As the boy grew a little older, he soon found out the type of people he was living with.

They liked new and cute things. People, pets, clothes, anything they could get their hands on. His parents would find a new child to adopt, love and care for the child until they found a new one, focusing all their love and attachment on only one child for a few years before skipping to the next one. Cailyn also new that this trait had been passed to his younger sister, who would always want a new stuffed animal after only a few weeks, a pile of lost memories locked in her closet.

As he grew into his grade school years, this started to sicken him. No one would pay any attention to him while his older siblings didn't seem to mind the loneliness that came with living without their parents' love. Cailyn would leave the house whenever he could, hoping to avoid the tense atmosphere he shared with his family and that's when he met his childhood friends.

The clubhouse was the place where Cailyn felt wanted and loved. He was able to ignore the crisis's of his home life and enjoy himself. Any time he could sneak away -which was fairly often- he would come to the clubhouse to read or play or just do whatever. He even studied there!

But then every thing went down hill. The rejection to his confession left him stranded, he couldn't go back to the place where the world had come crashing down. He didn't have a safe place anymore and couldn't seem to even stand the thought of going back home. Cailyn ran away for a few days, only taking a meager amount of money with him. When he finally came home with only the clothes on his back, he found that only his younger sisters had been concerned about him while his parents were worried about what the authorities would think.

After what Austin had done to him, Cailyn had become fed up with his life. He couldn't smile and live in fake happiness around his dreadful shallow parents, even if he did care for his younger sisters and didn't want them to turn out like his guardians. The boy got a full-time job while he worked on his GED and left town once he had gained the certificate and saved up enough money. He started going to community college and thought his life might turn out for the better if he kept up with this new lifestyle.

But his new acquaintances kept badgering him to get a girlfriend or a lover. He finally ended up getting a dating app to make them happy, and only really scrolled through it when he was with them. There the blonde found a guy that seemed nice enough and they soon got to talking about meeting up. Once he had a fling with the guy, he came to the realization that he could have fun if he left out the emotional aspect to a relationship, no one could hurt you if you didn't care.

Cailyn didn't exactly start looking for anyone, but plenty of people came a knocking. Soon the boy turned man was starting to get addicted to it. The adrenaline rush of the forbidden and the idea that he was doing everything his parents didn't want him too. And so, Cailyn stayed like that, switching out his business major for a Stage Craft major and living his life carefree.

Once the Blonde graduated from college with a year to spare- it wasn't like he wasn't smart, just too reckless. Cailyn decided to move back to Willow Valley so that he'd be able to see his younger sisters. The two hadn't changed too much, much to Cailyn's relief and he would have outings with them after they got out of school instead of seeing his other family members.

Cailyn got the job he has now with his degree and is still doing his best to gain enough experience to either become a more famous actor or a formal costume designer. He usually spends his nights out having fun and drinking his life away. But at least he knew his little sisters might turn out alright.

Trivia
TBD

Cailyn's NPC's (Yellow)

-Sebastian, Roommate (25, Alive). Cailyn's roommate must be a masochist with all the crap he has to put up with, whether that's cleaning up and taking Cailyn home from parties, or having to deal with his roommate's... "partners". Hard-working, reliable, cranky, gamer.
-Maddie, Younger Sister (20, Alive). With the birth name Maddison, but everyone calls her Maddie, she was able to reconnect with her birth mother and loves to research about her past heritage. Bookworm, excitable, loving, kind.
-Devyn, Younger Sister (18, Alive). It seems that even with everyone else of the family being loud and expressive, the youngest is the opposite. She received the last of their parent's love, but feels guilty that she took it away from her siblings for so long. Quiet, wistful, sorrowful, crybaby.

So he's a bit of a Fixer Upper [Silver Fox]

Remind you of anyone?

Ai Qing Shi Chang Zhan Zheng [Vocab]

The arrow should have hit its planned target, but alas, that was not the case. The man shouted a curse that didn't sound familiar, aiming another shot at the foreign man before firing again. This one too hit the dead body and angered the calvary soldier all the more! Where had this man come from anyway? The soldier had scouted the area before, going through and seeing if he could find any kind of jewelry that could woo a girl back in Xi Lei. This soldier wasn't the most loyal man, more of a hired mercenary joining a bigger army for his country. He had joined for profit, nothing more. But the man he was staring at now seemed much too foreign for him to not have seen the guy earlier. He wore some kind of bizarre clothes with bizarre styles that the mercenary had never seen before... Maybe they could catch a hefty price. Well, tt didn't matter how the foreigner had survived the battle, he would have his head cut clean off soon enough. And what was even with that hair?

The man slipped his bow back onto the quiver on his back before grabbing at the sword on his belt. It looked well used and the bearded, crazy looking man handled it almost lovingly. "I am here to cut you down, isn't that why you called? To end your miserable life?" The soldier let out a hoot before pointing the sword at Joshua, "Say your prayers half-wit, you will soon see your maker!"

Before Joshua could say anything else, the soldier moved to strike the man in question in half with his sword, the horse getting ever so closer.

So he's a bit of a Fixer Upper [Silver Fox]

"There's no way I'm going to let him go through a rebellious phase, I don't think either of us could go through something like that I mean I don't exactly have the best intervention skills and I mean maybe with you in the picture but I've never been good at disciplining him because he has these adorable puppy dog eyes and you know he looks so much like his mother and-" Micah only stopped rambling when he needed to take a breath, usually that was the only way he could stop by himself anyway.

Memories flashed behind Micah's eyes of when Alver wasn't supposed to go outside much and would normally stay inside their little hideaway with him instead of going outside to play. He was the one who read the story, gave them head pats and did all the parenting things when they weren't at home. There was even a time that Mikaela had come down with a fever and wouldn't tell anyone, but the Albino had quickly seen through him.

Micah reluctantly nodded to the idea of taking Alver's bed. Honestly he hadn't gotten a good night's sleep in five ever and he really needed to take a load off before his hallucinations got the better of him. His parents had never taken him to any mental health professionals as a kid, as to not tarnish the family name, and Micah had adopted that way of avoiding his problems. The boy stood up along with Alver and walked to the bedroom.

That grin definitely meant he was up to no good but... "Um... Yes. Like old times?" He gave a little sheepish nod before staring at his feet, a blush tickling his cheeks.

Ai Qing Shi Chang Zhan Zheng [Vocab]

All that came back to Joshua was the echo of his plea for help. None of the bodies stirred and all that could be heard was a rockslide in the distance and the rush of the blackened river. There was no birds singing or squirrels nearby, not with the stench and blight of war on the land.

The man was groaning and whimpering, his eyes looked dazed and his face was getting paler and paler. Tears and snot streamed down his face as he wept angrily, not even really noticing Joshua's approach. "Th-Those blasted scoundrels! How dare they perform such a trick of sorcery against the Kingdom of Li... Damn that witch! Damn Xi Lei so that I may get my revenge!" The rest of his words were muffled as he hacked and blood spurted out over his armored chest. The light continued to dim out of his eyes as tears continued to fall, "My death prevails in vain..." He whimpered, his shame pouring off of him in waves of despair. Finally he fell quiet, his struggling body going limp against Joshua's helping hand.

The man must have lost too much blood from the wound, there had been no way to save him. The body and blood were still warm and it seemed almost to seep into the bewildered man's hand. Only after a few moments did a speck of life sound from off in the near distance.

Down the river, there was a lone horse who still had an ornate saddle prepared on it's back. The horse itself must have belonged to some high official or strong cavalry man, with the gold stitches adorning the bridal and the horse's luscious mane which was only flaked with blood looked well taken care of. The horse seemed to have tried to take a drink from the lake, only to spit it out and back away frantically when the water tasted of something foul and probably poisonousness. Now the horse was sniffing around the bodies, trying to find something to eat and knocking a bottle of what seemed to be alcohol out of one of the corpse's pockets.

As the horse finally noticed Joshua, it reared up its head, eyeing the man carefully. A muffled puff of air and the horse started to get closer to him... Only to again, rear up its head, give a scared neigh and trot away, hurdling over corpses left and right. Something was a miss to scare a stallion away like that... but what?

The sounds of galloping could be heard coming from the opposite direction, many meters away was a horse moving towards Joshua fast... and had a rider on its back. The rider was dressed in a flowy robe that seemed to reach over the whole of the horse's back, his hair long as the bun had come undone. As the rider drew closer, he reached for the bow on his back and aimed an arrow at Joshua's head.

So he's a bit of a Fixer Upper [Silver Fox]

OMG YOU MADE THAT SCENE SO MUCH CUTER

@Silver Fox

So he's a bit of a Fixer Upper [Silver Fox]

It felt nice for Alver to ruffle his hair. While Hank- who was also younger than him, but not by much- acted like he was the younger brother, he only bumped elbows or gave him 'manly' forms of affection. Micah leaned into Alver direction for a second longer than necessary before listening what the Albino had to say.

Micah smiled gratefully hearing how Alver had treated his son so well, "Luke's a little ball of sunshine just like his mother was. I'd like to think he has a little piece of her soul passed down inside him. And plus, I get to spend time with such a cutie every day! He has been wanting to act manly later, though I haven't let him stop calling me papa yet. I wish he'd let me still hold his hand wanna walking across the street though..." A small look of surprise crossed the Blonde's face, before realization set in, "Luke usually tries to hide that Little Red Riding Hood is his favorite, though Goldilocks is a close second, he thinks it's too girly."

Images played through his head of Zac and him sprawled on their stomachs as Alver read from a big book of fairy tales. Even though it had been sunny outside, the two boys ended up snoozing by the time the Albino boy had finished thanks to his soft and melodic voice.

Micah looked over at his watch, before realizing it was in his bag... which was still in the bathroom. Whatever, he would get it later. It had to be at least around midnight with all the talking they had been doing. "I guess you're right... You sure I can sleep in your bed?" He still looked a bit sheepish, waiting for a reply.