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"Ace. You already know my story. I will always choose to become Asgard. Those who break the law or bend it to their own needs....they are lower than trash." She hissed out the final words bitterly as thoughts of the Librarian and his inconsiderate rebellion angered her. "Now then." She motioned towards the chamber door. "After you." Her tone indicated that she was done discussing the past for now.
There was so many words rising up the back of his throat like bile that he could barely contain it. You don't understand, he wanted to say. I never wanted this... I never wanted to not show my true age. To always be looked at as a hero. I never wanted to be Yggdrasil in the first place. I don't.... But with her dismissive tone, Yuki, The Crimson Knight, had sealed his fate. No words were spoken as he opened the door, his face darkened.
I don't want this to happen. Sachiro... Please...
His thoughts were his own. He guarded his mind, and chose not to let his superior hear his silent begging. Ace was no good, after all, if he wasn't loyal, and vigilant. Every fiber of his being screamed to walk away from this... but his oath made him stay. Till the end of time, his only service, his only remaining reason for living anymore in this twisted world that was once held in the palm of a child was...
"Sachiro." He spoke, standing before his Superior. "We are here. I have received word from Midgard and Nifilheim. They should be here shortly as well."
~
Evie had just come through the doors of the Citadel when a voice made itself known.
"Don't think I've forgotten about you, my dear Evie."
The voice made her stop in her tracks and stare up. There, floating with his messy white hair and face concealed by a mask was the one, the only.
JESSTTTTTERRRRR!!<3
It took everything she had not to squeal in fan-girlish glee. His way of words was something straight out of a fanfic, and he was glorious standing there in the light, surrounded by rubble and debris of once stunning marble columns. She could not, however stop the way her entire face lit up upon seeing him, nor quell her loudly beating heart. Stunned into near immobilization, her cheeks became a rosy pink and she shyly wandered over. She twirled the long bangs covering her eye sheepishly as she got closer. As she did, she noticed the other two, but was completely lost as to who they were. Once again, she attempted to muster up the most casual, relaxed manner of speech she could possible to greet her idol.
"Aaaa....ahhh...." Wait no, that was a squeak. Come on Evie, you can do this. Okay, one more time. Here we go. She cleared her throat.
"Y..you knew w-w-we were coming?" Nailed it. Evie was practically melting on the inside though. She was nearly close enough to touch or at least poke the Jester while she stood beside the much taller man. Her blush only increased too.
There was so many words rising up the back of his throat like bile that he could barely contain it. You don't understand, he wanted to say. I never wanted this... I never wanted to not show my true age. To always be looked at as a hero. I never wanted to be Yggdrasil in the first place. I don't.... But with her dismissive tone, Yuki, The Crimson Knight, had sealed his fate. No words were spoken as he opened the door, his face darkened.
I don't want this to happen. Sachiro... Please...
His thoughts were his own. He guarded his mind, and chose not to let his superior hear his silent begging. Ace was no good, after all, if he wasn't loyal, and vigilant. Every fiber of his being screamed to walk away from this... but his oath made him stay. Till the end of time, his only service, his only remaining reason for living anymore in this twisted world that was once held in the palm of a child was...
"Sachiro." He spoke, standing before his Superior. "We are here. I have received word from Midgard and Nifilheim. They should be here shortly as well."
~
Evie had just come through the doors of the Citadel when a voice made itself known.
"Don't think I've forgotten about you, my dear Evie."
The voice made her stop in her tracks and stare up. There, floating with his messy white hair and face concealed by a mask was the one, the only.
JESSTTTTTERRRRR!!<3
It took everything she had not to squeal in fan-girlish glee. His way of words was something straight out of a fanfic, and he was glorious standing there in the light, surrounded by rubble and debris of once stunning marble columns. She could not, however stop the way her entire face lit up upon seeing him, nor quell her loudly beating heart. Stunned into near immobilization, her cheeks became a rosy pink and she shyly wandered over. She twirled the long bangs covering her eye sheepishly as she got closer. As she did, she noticed the other two, but was completely lost as to who they were. Once again, she attempted to muster up the most casual, relaxed manner of speech she could possible to greet her idol.
"Aaaa....ahhh...." Wait no, that was a squeak. Come on Evie, you can do this. Okay, one more time. Here we go. She cleared her throat.
"Y..you knew w-w-we were coming?" Nailed it. Evie was practically melting on the inside though. She was nearly close enough to touch or at least poke the Jester while she stood beside the much taller man. Her blush only increased too.
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Thats fine Inu.
Typically Priests don't like to get their hands dirty. The COMMAND and PERSUADE the Templars to kill innocents that they strongly believe are witches. Think of them as mini hitlers and the templars are nazis but in this case its for those who dare oppose the word of the catholic god.
But there are some priests that do partake of the bloodshed.
For the record this movie is terrible and the focus is mostly on Crusaders; which were pretty much armies of Templars that killed anyone who held different beliefs than them. I didn't see a clip for the next part, but after this whoever Nick Cage's character is kills a small gathering of women who were accused of being witches. Naturally this rp isn't meant to be 100% accurate but this would be a decent example of the Priests and Templars relationship
Typically Priests don't like to get their hands dirty. The COMMAND and PERSUADE the Templars to kill innocents that they strongly believe are witches. Think of them as mini hitlers and the templars are nazis but in this case its for those who dare oppose the word of the catholic god.
But there are some priests that do partake of the bloodshed.
For the record this movie is terrible and the focus is mostly on Crusaders; which were pretty much armies of Templars that killed anyone who held different beliefs than them. I didn't see a clip for the next part, but after this whoever Nick Cage's character is kills a small gathering of women who were accused of being witches. Naturally this rp isn't meant to be 100% accurate but this would be a decent example of the Priests and Templars relationship
lols.... mordecai and rigby
"Nng...."
His head felt as though twenty Gorons had sat upon it. It was so bad that it hurt to even open his eyes. He heard sounds of fear around him as his foggy mind struggled to comprehend what had happened. The last thing he remembered was turning to face the salesmen, and, at last out of his blushy stupor, the face came back to him. It was he... that merchants had heard of, had feared. How could he have been so stupid? He'd been so focused on impressing the red headed woman that he hadn't even considered looking twice at the face of that... creature. Even going as far as taking off his mask, even for a moment. That damn thing was meant to protect him from falling into shit like this. The girl didn't even seem interested in him anyways. The thought made Jira's heart sink into his stomach. He felt someones hands on his as his ties were undone. At last he was freed and he fell forward, barely catching himself on his hands in time.
He really was better off alone. Then he didn't get people he even somewhat cared about into danger like this.
His hands shaking, the Rain Spider picked himself up and walked unsteadily to the table. He was panting a bit, from what, he wasn't sure. At last his gloved fingers found his mask in the darkness and slipped it over his face before retrieving his wallet and his other items. He holstered his grappling hook onto his belt and, his head thick with the fog of a splitting headache and the sleeping powder, he made his way to the outside. When he was out in the sunshine, he slammed his back against the wall next to it, pulling on his hat and concealing himself once more. He considered waiting for the woman he'd been putting so much effort into, and whoever it was down below, but his guilt persuaded him to leave.
He turned down the alley, wanting nothing more than to slip away from this place and disappear. What a stupid idea it was to come here... who the hell listened to voices in their head anyway? He needed to just get his wares from lon lon ranch and go.
His head felt as though twenty Gorons had sat upon it. It was so bad that it hurt to even open his eyes. He heard sounds of fear around him as his foggy mind struggled to comprehend what had happened. The last thing he remembered was turning to face the salesmen, and, at last out of his blushy stupor, the face came back to him. It was he... that merchants had heard of, had feared. How could he have been so stupid? He'd been so focused on impressing the red headed woman that he hadn't even considered looking twice at the face of that... creature. Even going as far as taking off his mask, even for a moment. That damn thing was meant to protect him from falling into shit like this. The girl didn't even seem interested in him anyways. The thought made Jira's heart sink into his stomach. He felt someones hands on his as his ties were undone. At last he was freed and he fell forward, barely catching himself on his hands in time.
He really was better off alone. Then he didn't get people he even somewhat cared about into danger like this.
His hands shaking, the Rain Spider picked himself up and walked unsteadily to the table. He was panting a bit, from what, he wasn't sure. At last his gloved fingers found his mask in the darkness and slipped it over his face before retrieving his wallet and his other items. He holstered his grappling hook onto his belt and, his head thick with the fog of a splitting headache and the sleeping powder, he made his way to the outside. When he was out in the sunshine, he slammed his back against the wall next to it, pulling on his hat and concealing himself once more. He considered waiting for the woman he'd been putting so much effort into, and whoever it was down below, but his guilt persuaded him to leave.
He turned down the alley, wanting nothing more than to slip away from this place and disappear. What a stupid idea it was to come here... who the hell listened to voices in their head anyway? He needed to just get his wares from lon lon ranch and go.
Erai merely looked annoyed after she had sat down across from Lorenzo. What sort of joke was this? A ceremony?
"Bah," came a voice from her kimono. This time it was the voice of the old monk within it, Aitchi, who spoke. "How undesirable. A ceremony like this is nothing like it would have been back in my day."
"Your day is still present, Aitchi." Came the voice of Suzaku, the youngest of them all and the only woman companion.
"Nah, I agree with the old man! Where's the bitches?!" The voice of Tohru exclaimed. Erai, amused by their banter and welcoming the distraction. That was... until...
"Quiet.
A hush fell over all the souls as one, radiating from the staff this time, spoke up.
"This is a new moment for Erai. Show some respect."
The Kimono bound spirits said nothing, and Erai smiled fondly at the staff before commencing with what she must do in the ceremony.
"Bah," came a voice from her kimono. This time it was the voice of the old monk within it, Aitchi, who spoke. "How undesirable. A ceremony like this is nothing like it would have been back in my day."
"Your day is still present, Aitchi." Came the voice of Suzaku, the youngest of them all and the only woman companion.
"Nah, I agree with the old man! Where's the bitches?!" The voice of Tohru exclaimed. Erai, amused by their banter and welcoming the distraction. That was... until...
"Quiet.
A hush fell over all the souls as one, radiating from the staff this time, spoke up.
"This is a new moment for Erai. Show some respect."
The Kimono bound spirits said nothing, and Erai smiled fondly at the staff before commencing with what she must do in the ceremony.
Azga looked at Drina, his eyes soft and he gently patted Drinas wrist, careful to avoid the burns.
"This town is exceptionally dangerous and I plan to take as few people with me as possible. We can have someone go and purchase the wares you require, but the less attention we get from the nasty men with crucifixes, the better." His eyes slid over to an indeterminate location from somewhere across the caravan grounds and went silent. Then, he stood up. "I expect you in my carriage tonight as well. You rather disappointed me by choosing to be left out, yesterday." He smiled at the gentle looking man, his eyes soft. "Don't push yourself."
With that, Azga phased out of existence--or so it seemed. The witch rather enjoyed aweing others with his abilities. Awe and wonder aside, the amazing man made his way around the caravan to where he felt things were amiss. Phasing back into view behind a carriage near the outskirts of the set up caravan, Azga narrowed his eyes at a particular point in the forest. What lurked just beyond those leaves, he wondered.
He did not know he was staring directly at who was spying on them. His usually bright and cheery grin was replaced by a serious glaze that could only be mimicked by a vigilant guard dog.
"This town is exceptionally dangerous and I plan to take as few people with me as possible. We can have someone go and purchase the wares you require, but the less attention we get from the nasty men with crucifixes, the better." His eyes slid over to an indeterminate location from somewhere across the caravan grounds and went silent. Then, he stood up. "I expect you in my carriage tonight as well. You rather disappointed me by choosing to be left out, yesterday." He smiled at the gentle looking man, his eyes soft. "Don't push yourself."
With that, Azga phased out of existence--or so it seemed. The witch rather enjoyed aweing others with his abilities. Awe and wonder aside, the amazing man made his way around the caravan to where he felt things were amiss. Phasing back into view behind a carriage near the outskirts of the set up caravan, Azga narrowed his eyes at a particular point in the forest. What lurked just beyond those leaves, he wondered.
He did not know he was staring directly at who was spying on them. His usually bright and cheery grin was replaced by a serious glaze that could only be mimicked by a vigilant guard dog.
Indeed. Terrorists you are. *channeling yoda*
He who throws stones at government buildings should not believe that the group he has gathered to throw said stones are trustworthy people in general.
Though the mixture of personalities are so wonderful in this rp ^.^ It's so much fun to read all the characters thoughts and reactions.
He who throws stones at government buildings should not believe that the group he has gathered to throw said stones are trustworthy people in general.
Though the mixture of personalities are so wonderful in this rp ^.^ It's so much fun to read all the characters thoughts and reactions.
Stitches, I applaud your posts capability of being both dizzy and rightfully balanced. *clap clap*
As far as introductions you pointed out to windel, everyone is free to do as they wish and to the question of volume, Azga is consistently loud as he is consistently amazing XD
As far as introductions you pointed out to windel, everyone is free to do as they wish and to the question of volume, Azga is consistently loud as he is consistently amazing XD
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