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Louis Demaar Evermoore

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Something about this felt off to Louis, though he didn’t know what. Instead, the man simply watched as her majesty took to the stage, careful and regal as ever. And yet, he couldn’t avoid the pit in his stomach. He did his best to ignore it, but couldn’t help scanning the audience, just one last time. He briefly thought he caught someone staring at him, but when he’d turned back to look, the person was gone. Or perhaps it was just his imagination getting the better of him.

Still, all Louis could do for now was watch. Watch the dissatisfied crowd, as they murmured about that damned curse. Could the threat be in his midst now? Was there even a threat? Was he just losing his mind? Louis couldn’t be certain. Maybe the Lammergier? But that didn’t make sense, unless the Venators had some agenda he was unaware of. The Death Guard? Again, it didn’t make sense, as they were sworn to defend the crown.

Unable to quiet the desperate part of his mind that screamed something was wrong, though what exactly he didn’t know, he idly placed his hand on the pommel of his sword, letting it rest there. It was relaxed enough that it shouldn’t have come across as a threat, but still, perhaps a show of force wasn’t the worst thing, given how the crowd seemed to turn against her highness.

One of the Eagles by his side placed a hand over the one Louis rested on his sword. The armored man didn’t notice the gentle motion at first, only noticing once the venator pressed down on his gauntlet slightly to get his attention. He glanced over at the masked figure, and while the mask was always unreadable, there was something reassuring about the venator’s ever-silent gesture. He allowed himself to relax, as best he could, at least. He removed his hand from the pommel of his blade.

But he still kept it close to the grip of his broadsword. Gut instinct hadn’t steered him wrong in the past.

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Gonna try to get something out in the next 24-48 hours.

Persona: Black Crown

I mean, I'm still keeping half an eye on it, but I dunno.

Kingdom Hearts: Heroes of Hope

Levi stretched out on the improvised bed he’d set up for himself on the floor with a couple of the blankets the three of them had grabbed from the linen closet the night prior. The smell of fresh food helped to motivate him, as he sat up and stretched his arms out across his chest one at a time. He looked around, half expecting to be met with his bedroom, or a campsite on the beach, or the floor of one of the others’ places. That all that mess with the heartless and the loss of Destiny Island had just been a long nightmare. But no, the floor of the Blue Room had been his cot, as he looked around the occupied bed and couch, before making his way out of the room. He probably could’ve gone in search of his own room, but he chose to share a bedroom with his friends for one more time.

Unlike he’d been expecting, Levi found himself to be less sore than he’d anticipated. Chalking it up to either the keyblade or Morgan’s magic, though unsure of which as of yet. As part of his brief walk to the source of the delicious smell, Levi swung his right hand out absentmindedly, summoning True Light’s Flight to his hand for a moment. He examined the large silver key for a few more steps, before dismissing the weapon with a thought.

The Munny that had been laid out for them the night prior was a kind enough farewell gift. While he was less than excited to be going out and facing down the heartless with two companions didn’t know, he needed their ship if nothing else. And they had helped him and his friends back in the plaza, so he at least knew he could work with them. The both of them, Donald and Goofy, seemed well-adjusted to this Heartless mess, at least. He could trust experience even if he didn’t know them as well as he would’ve liked to.

Being greeted with hot food once he descended the stairs didn’t hurt, either.

He seated himself with a few biscuits that were covered with a sausage gravy, and a pitcher of water for the table. Levi listened to Hoshi and Lucian passively as he ate, but didn’t involve himself. He just wanted to enjoy being with his friends, and having the certainty that at least most of them were safe.

As much as it was eating at Levi that they still weren’t sure if Alias was safe, he chose to focus on what he could control in that moment. After all, Alias was a tough kid, and he was sure Alias could get himself out of almost any situation he found himself in…

…back on the island. But this isn’t the island anymore. There isn’t a safety net to catch him if he falls. What if he gets caught up in a heartless invasion? If they come in as much force as they tried to take Traverse Town with, can Alias stand on his own?

He didn’t realize how tightly he’d been clutching his utensils until he recognized the slight pang of pain from his fingernails starting to dig into his palms. It brought him back to reality, though. He couldn’t control what Alias was going to do. Just like he couldn’t control what anyone else around him was going to do. What he could control was how he responded to it, so he tucked that fear away, and just silently focused on what was in front of him: A warm meal.

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Louis Demaar Evermoore

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Louis smiled gently under his helm as her majesty stepped out from her carriage. With the coronation, he hadn’t been surprised to see the Death Guard scattered throughout the crowd, watching for threats to the soon-to-be queen from both within the crowd, and without. In part, Louis was glad he could be here. Both as witness, but to do a duty

The armored man did his own due diligence, scanning the crowd idly for any suspicious characters, of which he didn’t count the Lammergier. He was certain they were here for a reason, sure, but not as a threat to her majesty. That would be foolish, even for one so mighty. Besides, it wouldn’t make sense, at least not as he understood it.

The Eagles that flanked the man remained silent and stoic as always, watching and waiting as her majesty made her way up towards the stage. He could only imagine the weight of responsibility that the crown of Silliach bore, as the title he was groomed to bear was but a fraction of that. It truly took someone special to bear that kind of power well, and it was yet to be seen if her majesty would be one such person. But he had hope that she’d be a worthy leader of his homeland.

The true concern was how the noble houses would take it. In all of Silliach’s history, Eliora Redmire would be the first queen to truly bear the power of that title, and not just the wife of the king. It would be a change, and he knew a little too well how the nobility of Silliach disliked change. Still, should the day require it, his sword was sharp, and his arm well-rested. Even if the great Patronaat wouldn’t stop the curse of the Redmire dynasty, perhaps it didn’t need to. The protection of her majesty would be the duty of those able and willing, among which Louis considered himself to still be a part of.

Well, more or less.

The worst part of the day thus far wasn’t the massive crowd or the anticipation. It was the infernal itching. The warm sun only served to make the steel around him warmer, and even with his arming doublet keeping the enchanted steel off his skin, the metal coffin he called armor would quickly become a veritable oven, and the itching was inevitable with the sweat trapped in his underlayer. Still, he’d trained to keep a disciplined appearance in heat or cold, and so he wouldn’t fidget… much. But it was still better than being without the plate, unfortunately. He preferred being able to walk.

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Posting in the next 24-48 hours.

Persona: Black Crown

I'm here

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Louis Demaar Evermoore

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Louis couldn’t shake how tense he’d felt. Sure, he’d spent time in the capital before, paying his respects to the king, attending meetings, all that one would expect as a young scion of a loyal house. He hadn’t been in the capital for years now, though, but the coronation of the first queen felt like one of those things any loyal servant of the throne should attend if possible. Not to mention, the Venators had come to the capital in force so to speak, and where they went, he followed.

The Lammergier was enough to draw attention and some concern, however Louis didn’t let him shake him. He was here to look after the Eagles that stood alongside him, and part of that was appearing to be the intimidating wall of steel to scare away would-be thieves within the crowd. Not that the silent monastic individuals would answer him if he asked about the specifics.

The constant noise was almost enough for one to slip up to him unnoticed, but he wasn’t so lost in his questions that the young pickpocket trying to slip in behind him escaped his notice. The boy, maybe thirteen at the oldest, reached a hand towards a small coinpurse on his waist. It wasn’t filled with much coin, as he’d expected something like this. Regardless, Louis’ hand snapped out, gripping the boy’s wrist in his armor’s iron grip, as he slowly turned his head to better see the would-be pickpocket. Louis saw the sudden terror as the boy realized he’d been caught, but he looked past that, and at the young boy properly.

When Louis noticed how thin and dirty the kid looked, he felt pity in his heart for the boy. “People don’t take kindly to thieves, you know.” He stated in a calm, menacing fashion, as the boy struggled against his grip, and desperately kicked at Louis’ leg, accomplishing nothing. The armored man reached his hand towards his belt, the kid panicking more as his hand brushed his sword, before Louis put a couple fingers into the pouch at his waist, withdrawing a pair of silver coins.

He pulled the child’s hand closer for a moment, and pressed the coins into the child’s hand. “Here.” He loosened his grip on the boy’s wrist, his expression softening under the helm. “Get yourself a hot meal. But don’t let me catch you stealing again. Others might not be as forgiving.” With that, he released the boy, who looked up at him for a moment with a mixture of relief and confusion, before disappearing into the crowd. Likely one of the many orphans who tried to survive on these streets, Louis figured, and while he might’ve been trying to steal from the armored man, Louis didn’t take that to mean he was a bad kid. Just desperate, looking for a way out. Something he knew too well.

Persona: Black Crown

With the suppressing fire he’d been laying down, Osamu anticipated the enemy’s incoming fire to be directed at him. A part of him almost took offense to seemingly being ignored by the Orthus as it opted to attack Daimon instead. He gritted his teeth, then looked at the large knife on his belt with a grin. If this thing wanted to ignore him, he’d show it exactly why that was a bad idea.

With the Orthus slowed and seemingly focused on Daimon, Baron seized the opportunity and dropped his machine gun. Seeing his chance, thanks to Thespian and Daimon drawing it’s attention, he leapt at the beast, clinging to it’s mane as he hung from it’s side, pulling himself atop the beast before producing his kukri from his belt.

ATTACK

ATTACK

ATTACK

Again and again, Baron brought his blade down across the shadow’s back, laughing like a madman as he did. He held on to the thing as long as he could, driving blow after blow into the Orthus as he was intent to either bring it down, or get thrown across the room trying.

Persona: Black Crown

I'm here, but I was waiting for someone else in my end to post. I can open up a new round in the morning if folks would prefer, though.