first verse Augury: Ten of the Void

[Lunamor she/her]

15 hours ago, Sorana said:

"Let's head inside and close the door. Price will take the first watch."

Sagitta d and slow stepped into the carriage. Her leg hurt and shw grit her teeth against the pain. Finally she sat down.

"No fighting between each other for the night."

She asked the other two and then relaxed, waited for them to join her. A night. And then a journey somewhere. Get a weapon. Find a way for Zura to survive. Teach Price. It felt good. To have an agenda. Something that consisted of more than killing people.

@I think I am here.

@Lunamor

Zura mumbled something under her breath about “luckless Tühine” and some other, less PG things. Stalking into the carriage, she sat down on a bench. Pulling out a knife she started scratching at the wood, soon amassing a small pile of shavings. They would work for a small distraction if she threw them in someone’s face.

@I think I am here.

[I think I am here. he/him]

16 hours ago, Lunamor said:

Zura mumbled something under her breath about “luckless Tühine” and some other, less PG things. Stalking into the carriage, she sat down on a bench. Pulling out a knife she started scratching at the wood, soon amassing a small pile of shavings. They would work for a small distraction if she threw them in someone’s face.

@I think I am here.

Price also sat in the carriage, facing the open doors, his legs hanging from out the back. The sun set and darkness descended upon the carriage, and the sounds of crickets in the night could be heard. Price was glad he was watching first, he would have found it difficult to sleep with a Cahayan watching over him.

He looked back at Zura. Classical Cahayan. Not one night and already defiling the Tühinine carriage.

“I cannot guarantee it,” he told Sagitta.

[+Sorana she/her]

25 minutes ago, I think I am here. said:

“I cannot guarantee it,” he told Sagitta.

"Take it as a lesson in selfcontrol."

She replied simply and then moved until she was half sitting, half lying down.

"Wake me when your watch is over?"

Closing her eyes she allowed her body to relax. Crickets woke up outside, filled the night and she relaxed further, her thoughts running around a short while before exhaustion claimed her and she fell asleep.

@Lunamor

 

[Lunamor she/her]

Zura continued scratching at the bench, sitting with eyes wide open. She didn’t trust the Tühine man nearly enough to sleep while he was on watch. She could rest while Sagitta was awake. She was far less likely to murder her in her sleep. She didn’t doubt that the Tühine would try to kill her as soon as he got the chance. She didn’t feel too inclined to give him such a chance.

@I think I am here.

@Sorana

[AonEne he/him]

@Blessing of Potency @John Flamesinger 

[I think I am here. he/him]

18 hours ago, Lunamor said:

She didn’t doubt that the Tühine would try to kill her as soon as he got the chance. She didn’t feel too inclined to give him such a chance.

Sagitta had gone to sleep, but the Cahayan still remained. Price continued to stay watch, silent in his lookout for predators or creatures that could prove deadly. After an hour of nothing, he looked to Zura.

“What were you doing in Tühine to begin with?” He asked.

Edited September 9, 2019 by I think I am here.

[AonEne he/him]

3 minutes ago, I think I am here. said:

predators.org 

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The best website. 

Okay at this point since NOBODY IS ACTIVE I’m going to just have Gati escape somehow (it would be great if Truth came along, or Sensation) on their own. Because seriously this is taking too long. 

Edit: Nobody meaning besides Sorana, Itiah, and Luna. 

 

Edited September 9, 2019 by AonEne

[Archer he/him]

The General's Camp. Infirmary Tent. Afternoon.

It’s time to let go, came a thought. They do not seek to kill you. Only trap.

In his drugged stupor, Tion found himself beginning to be swayed by the notion. As he thought about it, he became conscious of the resurgence of his Powers, as accessible and open to him as if he had never locked them away.

No, came the counter-thought, but he ignored it. He was ready to embrace his inner demon.

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BoS:

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I'll PM you what happened to the soldiers that had him pinned. 

 

Away from there. Later. 

As a cool breeze blew through the air, the tight clumps of trees cast lengthy shadows on the worn deer-trail that led away from the General’s Camp, making it seem later than it was. The God of Sensation lay in wait amongst the foliage, preparing for the arrival of his prey.

“Cursed bugs!” Tion slapped his forearm, crushing an ambitious mosquito to death against it. In case Negation did not hear it, he slapped himself again, to draw her attention.

“Fear not,” he said, carefully stepping out from behind the tree behind which he had been leaning against, avoiding the grabbing claws of the undergrowth and shrubbery as they snatched at his dangling coat. “Over here, it’s me! I’m invisible at the moment.”

He started to wave, but thought better of it. Mentally, he made a note to steady his breathing as he talked. After he’d seen the other god run off, it had taken a significant amount of effort to run ahead far enough to head them off, and he was still a little winded.

As he continued prattling on, he began briskly walking away from Gati, further along the path. “Bear with me, I would prefer to remain in this state for the time being. Just follow the sound of my voice – a little faster if you please!-  and I’ll lead you where we need to go.”

Briefly, his disembodied voice got louder as he turned to call over his shoulder back at Negation. “You coming?”

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What could go wrong? 

[+Sorana she/her]

Sagitta dreamt.

She stood in her line, her hands closed around her sword.

"This is wrong."

Fennon said to her right.

"We should be up there, in the center of the line, not to the side. We can hold this ground, but we will be surrounded once the other line breaks."

Sagitta's eyes followed his words looked over their lines. He was right. Their position was an unusual one. But unusual didn't mean bad. Only unusual. Their officer knew what to do. If you stopped trusting your officer, they you were lost. She forced some playfullness into her voice, hid her anxiety before a battle.

"Don't worry about it." She told him. "Even if the line breaks, the reserve will be there to throw them back."

Fennon grunted, shook his head.

"They won't. Light infantry won't be able to stop them. Even with their pikes. Once the center breaks, the fleeing men will destroy the order of the reserve, and without some order to present these barbarians a wall of spears they will loose immediatly. They will ride over them."

Sagitta didn't reply anymore, instead she watched, the nomads brand against their center, watched the men scream, smelled after a while the stench of blood. Time seemed to slow, until the line broke. Then it was chaos, storming towards the line, rushing towards the nomads - who had waited for them. Something exploded in front of them and she was thrown backwards, instinctively softened her impact on the ground, pushed herself back up. A shaman. They had brought a shaman. Everybody knew of them, rare, but when they were around, things exploded. Sagitta narrowed her eyes, looked through the lines, there, towards the end. She screamed, loudly, a realy scream, that could be heard for miles, then she walked towards them. Staggered, as she was barely able to stay upright, her balance upset, her head ringing. She knew she was hurt, the pain everything that kept her going, and she would go. She would rip him apart. Her feet made crunching noises when she stepped on the bones of her former until, the blood turning the ground into mud, just like she had expected. The screams of the injured filled her ears, but she continued her way towards them.

Loud screams announced the reserve arriving, forced the attention of the nomads to them and then she was close. Another scream left her throat, of pain, of fury. You had to scream to spurn yourself on, and so she ran, ran towards the shaman, watched him turn to her, lifted her sword and ran him through. A teiumphant, feral yell on her lips she removed his weight, lifted her sword up into the wind, the body still hanging from it, a crazy gleam in her eyes.

"I will kill you. All of you."

She promised the nomads that stared at her as if she was a demon. Sagitta charged their lines, her feet hit the ground once, twice, her leg gave up and she tumbled to the ground, her mind finally fleeing the pain.

Edited September 10, 2019 by Sorana

[Lunamor she/her]

On 9/9/2019 at 6:19 AM, I think I am here. said:

Sagitta had gone to sleep, but the Cahayan still remained. Price continued to stay watch, silent in his lookout for predators or creatures that could prove deadly. After an hour of nothing, he looked to Zura.

“What were you doing in Tühine to begin with?” He asked.

Zura turned her head sharply to look at Price, rather surprised that he was speaking with her. She wasn’t sure whether that was good or bad yet. 

“I didn’t really have a plan.”

She replied honestly. There was no harm in telling him her “plan” now that she was basically captured. She would move on from this area once they got back to the village anyways. They knew too much about her now.

”My Instinct tends to work at its best when I don’t really think about it. Most of time I don’t really need to plan ahead or think too hard about things. That actually makes my circumstances worse, sometimes.”

Hopefully sharing this information would make him trust her a bit more. Maybe make him let his guard down and less likely to kill her.

[I think I am here. he/him]

18 hours ago, Lunamor said:

Hopefully sharing this information would make him trust her a bit more. Maybe make him let his guard down and less likely to kill her.

“But, you had a goal, right?” He asked.

“It seems running around a hostile nation on impulse alone is... really dangerous.”

[Lunamor she/her]

3 hours ago, I think I am here. said:

“But, you had a goal, right?” He asked.

“It seems running around a hostile nation on impulse alone is... really dangerous.”

“My goal is to stop the war between Cahaya and Tühine. Doing so on impulse alone is actually probably safer than attempting to execute a plan.”

She didn’t bother to explain why.

[AonEne he/him]

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On 9/9/2019 at 11:20 PM, Sorana said:

A shaman. They had brought a shaman. Everybody knew of them, rare, but when they were around, things exploded.

Is this an Entropy instinct?

On 9/9/2019 at 7:18 PM, Archer said:

He was ready to embrace his inner demon.

UM WHAT. Archer, you scare me.

So anyway my creativity is gone for this roleplay? Like just gone. So I am very sorry but I'm going to have to RP in a day or two. I know, I'm the worst.

 

[+Sorana she/her]

Sagitta continued to dream.

Fennon's hand curled around her neck when he bent forward and kissed her gently. She leaned into the kiss, smiled when she felt him pull her close. He smelled like sweat, like metal, they had marched several miles today, and while he'd washed, non of them owned enough clothes to wash them all daily. Not that she minded. It was just the way it was.

"There's a little clearing, behind the hill."

He whispered breathlessly, his hand moving down her back, deep, deeper. Sagitta laughed at his words, and kissed him again.

"So eager."

Playfully she ran a finger over his chest and he tightened his grip. They both knew that this would end on the clearing, enjoy a short moment of respite, a moment without thinking, without fear of the next looming battle. And they were by far the only ones seeking some peace in their world of fighting and death.

When she opened her eyes again, she was leaning forward somehow, Fennon lying on the ground in front of her. The explosion had ripped his legs of, partially opened his chest. He stank after intestines that had been ripped apart, after blood. Her lips were bloody from kissing him and she reached out, closed his eyes.

"May creativity always remember your name, Fennon Innes."

She spoke the last words and forced her lungs to suck air into her constricting chest.

"You were a dear friend, and a great fighter. Always had my back and the best one to stand on my left side. I never learned your mothers name, but your sister Maari will always remember you. Your plate had a huge scratch close to your left shoulder, from the duel you fought against one of the nomad officers..."

Never pausing she recalled everything she could remember, every detail, every deed and every heroic act. All around her, other voices rose towards the sky, told stories different, and yet so similar to her own. All of them had ended here.

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9 hours ago, AonEne said:

Is this an Entropy instinct?

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Yes. What happened was some kind of flour dust explosion, a trap the nomads had prepared.

 

Edited September 12, 2019 by Sorana

[I think I am here. he/him]

21 hours ago, Lunamor said:

“My goal is to stop the war between Cahaya and Tühine. Doing so on impulse alone is actually probably safer than attempting to execute a plan.”

She didn’t bother to explain why.

“As what? A single-person army?”

Price leaned down and grabbed a pebble off the ground. He tossed it up and down in his palm, revolved it around his fingers. If he squinted his eyes right it looked a bit like a fish. He’d relaxed slightly. That was dangerous, it meant he hated the Cahayan a bit less. Risky.

“The war’s being going on for so long, I would be surprised if there’s even any chance of a resolution that doesn’t involve one nation annihilating the other. But the armies are so matched... what difference would a single person make?”

His dismissive tone from before had reduced, and Price found himself staring at the moon. When the sun set, was he really any different from Zura? The answer, forged from years of posters, murals, provers, lessons, came instantly.

Yes, he was different than Zura. He was Tühinine. And she was a Cahayan terrorist who just wanted to kill innocent Tühinines just like all the other Cahayans.

The pebble in Price’s hand burst in a small whoosh of black flame.

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Sagitta’s dreams/flashbacks are so well written!

 

Edited September 12, 2019 by I think I am here.

[BringerofShadows she/her]

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Hello…

Sorry about not being here, I have two equally lame excuses. 1), School and new hobbies have prevented me from being on the Shard, along with family issues. 2), I’m lazy. Can someone give me a brief summary of what has happened since I left? All I know is that my soldiers are dead and Tion doesn’t hate Entropy at the moment.

 

[Lunamor she/her]

2 hours ago, I think I am here. said:

“As what? A single-person army?”

Price leaned down and grabbed a pebble off the ground. He tossed it up and down in his palm, revolved it around his fingers. If he squinted his eyes right it looked a bit like a fish. He’d relaxed slightly. That was dangerous, it meant he hated the Cahayan a bit less. Risky.

“The war’s being going on for so long, I would be surprised if there’s even any chance of a resolution that doesn’t involve one nation annihilating the other. But the armies are so matched... what difference would a single person make?”

His dismissive tone from before had reduced, and Price found himself staring at the moon. When the sun set, was he really any different from Zura? The answer, forged from years of posters, murals, provers, lessons, came instantly.

Yes, he was different than Zura. He was Tühinine. And she was a Cahayan terrorist who just wanted to kill innocent Tühinines just like all the other Cahayans.

The pebble in Price’s hand burst in a small whoosh of black flame.

Zura’s eyes followed the pebble as it moved up and down. It disappeared in a burst of black flame and she suddenly became very nervous. Price could likely kill her in an instant if he wanted to. He most likely would. Zura stopped scratching at the bench, dropping the knife. She watched it slowly clatter to a stop, thinking about her answer. She didn’t look him in the eyes. Letting him see the nervousness, even fear, in them would give him a great advantage that she couldn’t afford to lose.

“I have no other choice. The Cahayan military, they wouldn’t take me.”

Had he been able to see her eyes, he would have been able to watch the darkness of anxiety be replaced with the light of two small, thundering storms.

”I applied when I was fifteen. They said my young age was behind my rejection, but that was stupid. I’ve seen kids as young as 13 serving in that army, some of them with far more useless instincts than mine, something like creativity. I’ve always suspected that my family was behind it, but I was never able to find any proof. I left the country soon after that. If they didn’t take me at 15, they wouldn’t have taken me at any other age.”

She picked up the knife and slowly drew the weapon across the bench, leaving a thin line in its wake.

”I figured that in Tühine, I could make some sort of difference. The strategies of the Cahayan army are all luckless anyways. The state of this war hasn’t changed for years because of their refusal to commit any substantial amount of resources to a single cause. I had been planning on influencing the army from the inside, but my strategies had to be changed. I figured that one person actually doing something would be far better than thousands of people doing nothing. And who knows?”

She stabbed the knife down into the wood, removing her hand and letting it stand up on its own.

”I might get lucky.”

She turned her head towards Price, blazing suns of determination now burning behind her eyes, all fear momentarily forgotten.

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Welp, that got kinda long.

Also, does everything work with the Cahayan stuff Ene?

@I think I am here.

@AonEne

[+Sorana she/her]

19 hours ago, I think I am here. said:

Sagitta’s dreams/flashbacks are so well written!

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Thank you so much!

Sagitta jerked awake at the sound of a weapon hitting a shield. It was a sound that was deep in her mind, that had been burned into there, just as any alarm would wake her up immediatly. She sat up straight, reached for a weapon, found the tomahawk instead of her short sword, cursed under her breath and looked around. It was quiet. Zura had rammed her knife into the wood, that was the sound she'd heard. The two were talking, intensely talking, and she knew, she didn't want to get in the middle of that. Not right now, not after - she pushed herself up, wordlessly left the carriage and sat down on the ground, within easy sight of Price. Quietly she hugged her knees and rested her head on them, trusted Price to keep an eye out on the landscape despite his conversation.

Fennon. She'd liked him. Had considered a life together with him, afterwards. She'd never loved him, not like the heros in the ballads did, but he had been a good man, and she knew, that he understood. That he would know when she acted strange, acted on something unseen. He would have known not to make a threatening sound while she was asleep. They all would have known. Going back. Even if she did, she had no idea, how she was supposed to lead a normal life again. To help her mother trading, to write bills and to count their wares. It felt empty, boring. As if all colour had been sucked from that prospect. Together with Fennon, maybe they would have been able to find their way back into something that ressembled normality.

Her hand brushed over the grass, and even the grass felt different here. It was dry, not wet and juicy as she was used to. Home. The thought to do nothing, to get up in the morning and help her mother, a grey image, but at least a peaceful one. She missed the smell of the ocean, the sheep, the marshes, the wet ground that was so common where she'd lived. The slight rain, spraying over everything. It had rained almost daily. Just a little bit. Enough to wet your cloths, but it rarely really soaked them.

Looking up, her hand touched the scars along her wrist, where the rope had scaffed her skin open again and again and again. The questions. How they'd asked them over and over, until her head was swimming, until her body hurt from the beatings. Suddenly the thought to climb back into the carriage was unbearable, to even move was daring. Her memories hung in the air around her, the explosion, Fennon's dead face, the screams of the wounded. Her hand grabbed her wrist again. Free, she was free. Sagitta exhaled slowly, stayed where she was. Teach Price and create something. Help him achieve his goal. He would regret it at one point, but still, it would be something good.

[I think I am here. he/him]

22 hours ago, Lunamor said:

She stabbed the knife down into the wood, removing her hand and letting it stand up on its own.

”I might get lucky.”

She turned her head towards Price, blazing suns of determination now burning behind her eyes, all fear momentarily forgotten

Price’s eyes never left the outside of the carriage, his face always towards the breeze that rustled the midnight leaves of the forest, his senses on the lookout for danger. He couldn’t see her eyes, but he could hear her tone of voice, could feel the vibrations in the wood from where she’d stabbed the carriage. Price didn’t mind the defacing of their shelter, they would be abandoning it in the morning anyway.

“They didn’t allow me to sign up either,” he said, noting Sagitta leaving the carriage. She’d woken up. He refrained from adding why he’d been denied, that it wasn’t for his age or family, but his physique.

“But I used my talents to help my country in other ways, ways I hope will be enough when I pass away. I guess you do the same, though... with considerably more violence. That guard you killed? He had a family. He had parents, and maybe a lover or children, I wouldn’t know. But he had a life. And you took that away. How does the death of one man like him further your goals? Or are they just collateral damage to you? Ink on a ledger?”

[Lunamor she/her]

On 9/13/2019 at 7:05 AM, I think I am here. said:

Price’s eyes never left the outside of the carriage, his face always towards the breeze that rustled the midnight leaves of the forest, his senses on the lookout for danger. He couldn’t see her eyes, but he could hear her tone of voice, could feel the vibrations in the wood from where she’d stabbed the carriage. Price didn’t mind the defacing of their shelter, they would be abandoning it in the morning anyway.

“They didn’t allow me to sign up either,” he said, noting Sagitta leaving the carriage. She’d woken up. He refrained from adding why he’d been denied, that it wasn’t for his age or family, but his physique.

“But I used my talents to help my country in other ways, ways I hope will be enough when I pass away. I guess you do the same, though... with considerably more violence. That guard you killed? He had a family. He had parents, and maybe a lover or children, I wouldn’t know. But he had a life. And you took that away. How does the death of one man like him further your goals? Or are they just collateral damage to you? Ink on a ledger?”

Frustrated at Price’s words, Zura yanked the knife back out and started scratching at the wood again. She felt bad for waking Sagitta up, but she was too busy at the moment to go outside and talk to her.

“You think this is easy for me? I’m human, for Luck’s sake! Killing is never easy! But at least I kill people whose job it is to do so for a living. I know what you Tühine do to innocents. That Cahayan boy-“

Her voice nearly cracked thinking about the mutilated body outside the carriage.

”That Cahayan boy was obviously a prisoner, and I know that what you were planning to do to him was far worse than what I’ve done. Your experiments, your tests, are far more cruel than anything I do. I kill warriors, Tühine torchers children. But you don’t care about that, right? All those kids you’ve killed are ‘just ink on a ledger’, right?”

[AonEne he/him]

On 9/12/2019 at 9:51 AM, Lunamor said:

Also, does everything work with the Cahayan stuff Ene?

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Yeah, it's totally fine.

 

[+Sorana she/her]

Sagitta listened to the conversation, to the words, the hate, and something broke. Easily, quietly, as if you'd snapped a stick into two.

"Stop it."

She said slowly, then moved, got to her feet, faced them both.

"Stop it. Both of you."

Her voice rose and for the first time since she'd met Price cold fury made it shivver. Her eyes rested on Zura.

"That boy was a soldier. He was pressed into service by Cahaya, but that's something you have to ask your own chiefttains about. But he was a prisoner of war. You claim to kill only the soldiers, so cross the boy of your list of things to be furious about."

Turning slightly to Price, she shook her head.

"Every soldier, every guard has a family. They all will be missed by someone. Maybe you should take that into account before you start training. You will destroy the lives of people that never wanted to fight."

Clenching her hands into fists she took a step towards them, pointed at them.

"This is the real problem. That you both despise the actions of the other one, but they only reflect your own. That you act the same way and it is fine. Your hate. You are so blinded by hate, that you stop thinking, that you only destroy."

She made a gesture to the countryside around them, then looked at Zura.

"If it is alright to kill soldiers, then Price should be allowed to do so as well."

She looked to Price.

"If it is alright to harm the enemy to gain knowledge or to harm them, then Zura should be allowed to do so as well."

A bitter laugh escaped her lips and for a moment she looked up, at the stars above them. When she continued her voice was softer, almost gentle. Maybe tired.

"There are two ways to stop a war. Eliminate your enemy, or make peace with them. You can justify both ways. But believe me, it's not only the soldiers that die in a war. The brute of harm is done to those at home. Those that have to starve, or cry for their lost ones. Children growing up without their parents."

She drew her knife, offered it to them.

"I am a  soldier. I killed more than I can count and crippled even more. I never liked it, but that hasn't stopped me. So if it's alright to blindly kill those fighting for their country - go ahead. I won't stop you."

@Lunamor

@I think I am here.

Edited September 15, 2019 by Sorana

[AonEne he/him]

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Can I just take a moment to praise Sorana, Itiah, and Luna for being awesome writers? Because they deserve that. Sorana writes so broadly, with such depth, and does so much of it, that I seriously love her writing to pieces. Itiah’s characters are always so interesting and relatable and cool, and he has so many great ideas. And Luna is just plain awesome and fun to read. Iirc you’ve said you’re bad at it or that you needed practice or something, but dude, you’re incredible. 

Okay sorry. Just had to get out my fangirling about y’all’s awesomeness. It’s been building up for a while. Please forgive my slowness in writing and the long time it’s taken the gods in general to do anything while your mortal characters prove their greatness. (Not to say there aren’t also other awesome writers in here, *cough* what the heck Tion *cough* but yeah) 

It was more than a relief when all at once Gati’s power soared back to her, Negating everyone around her in a wave. She held them far from her and Truth easily now, letting them move a fraction of the way toward her, not even close to a full step, before undoing it, and keeping them in a loop of that like bubbles popping. The goddess let out a quiet laugh at the rush of power, though she quickly stifled it. As good as it felt to be normal again, this wasn’t the right environment to be laughing in. 

He managed to carry Truth outside of the tent; they were spotted by one man, but Gati simply reversed his movements until he had turned a corner and was out of their view. He pushed back the soldier’s thoughts even further, to leave him just slightly confused, and used that time to get Truth out of the camp and behind a tree. Anderson would recover on his own. The best thing for both of them would be Negation finding the other deities and warning them of Entropy’s betrayal as quickly as possible. 

He began running through the forest, not bothering with stealth. Getting to the clearing mattered more than merely getting away. Gati dashed through dancing shadows, under leaves lapping at the wind, and by boulders with lichen creeping down their cracks. 

A smacking sound thumped through the air, then another. He would have ignored it, if it weren’t for the voice that then spoke. Tion. Negation relaxed and followed the other god. 

[Lunamor she/her]

On 9/14/2019 at 10:36 PM, Sorana said:

She drew her knife, offered it to them.

"I am a  soldier. I killed more than I can count and crippled even more. I never liked it, but that hasn't stopped me. So if it's alright to blindly kill those fighting for their country - go ahead. I won't stop you."

@Lunamor

@I think I am here.

Zura stared at the knife, eyes wide and mind racing. Her breath quickened slightly and she was glad she was sitting down. 

If she took the knife, she would admit that killing just for Cahaya was alright. She would say that senseless slaughter was perfectly acceptable if it was for your country. She would admit that all Tühine were too far gone to be worth saving. According to every propaganda poster and school lesson in her country, she should take the weapon and ram it through Price’s throat. Like a good citizen.

But if she refused the knife, everything she had built her life on would be wrong. All of her murders and maimings would be for nothing. She would be the villain, no better than the Tühine- at least according to her country. Maybe even according to herself. Everything within her screamed that she should just shove it through his heart and be over with it, but something held her back. She looked to Price but saw a different face. She instead saw the now deceased Cahayan boy. He had the same expression on his face from when he had been begging her to save him. Where they really any different? They were both fighting for what they believed in. They were molded from birth into the ideal citizens. They were just doing what their moral obligations were. Just like every little child chanting Cahayan slogans in the streets. Just like every suffering parent sending those innocent children to their deaths. Just like Zura.

No one in the war was really too different.

Standing up slowly but with strength, she took a step towards Sagitta’s outstretched hand and slowly wrapped her fingers around the knife’s hilt. Her hand did not shake like she had expected it to. Her breathing had slowed, and everything seemed oddly calm. When she picked it up she could feel every single muscle in her arm tensing, like she was preparing for a crushing impact. In a way, she was. 

She tossed the weapon into the air and watched the starlight reflect off the blade as it flipped a single time. She caught it by the handle and took a deep breath, staring at nothing. She waited three seconds, then flipped the knife around and handed it to Price.

There was no way to win the war. Only to end it.

@I think I am here.

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Thank you so much Ene!

@AonEne

Edited September 16, 2019 by Lunamor

[+Sorana she/her]

4 minutes ago, Lunamor said:

Standing up slowly but with strength, she took a step towards Sagitta’s outstretched hand and slowly wrapped her fingers around the knife’s hilt. Her hand did not shake like she had expected it to. Her breathing had slowed, and everything seemed oddly calm. When she picked it up she could feel every single muscle in her arm tensing, like she was preparing for a crushing impact. In a way, she was. 

She tossed the weapon into the air and watched the starlight reflect off the blade as it flipped a single time. She caught it by the handle and took a deep breath, staring at nothing. She waited three seconds, then flipped the knife around and handed it to Price.

Sagitta's breath stopped when Zura took the knife. The woman seemed calm, when her fingers closed around the handle. Sagitta looked at her. Cahayan, Tühine, Ta'e'ilo. Three nations and they all fought. Each in their own way, but they all fought for their country.

Zura's muscles tensed and Sagitta prepared for the impacted, for the knife to run through her flesh. Instead Zura only flipped the knife into the air, held it for a moment and then handed it to Price.

Relieved she relaxed slightly, turned to Price, slightly spread her arms. She waited for his decision, although she hoped that she knew him better, that he wouldn't kill her to prove his point. If it came down to their arguments, then she was as guilty as everybody else. Killing for your country, she had done that plenty.

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Thanks a lot Ene!!! That means so much to me!