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The sound of metal against stone, it clacked with each step as the abysswalker strode through the capital. The sea of bustling people parted for the armored mystery and whispers rang out as he walked. The trademark cowl obscuring his identity in a shroud of darkness. Though few knew the man that lay beneath the suit Ragnar sought out one of those who did. Per the usual his charge the one he was tasked with watching had eluded him. She seemed to enjoy making his life more difficult, relishing each and every opportunity to slip from his company. Though no matter how many times she left him he would find her and seek her out. She was his duty, the one task he was given; and he dare not fail in his duty.

"If I was her, where would I be?" He mused stepping lightly even with a hulk of a sword across his back. The void that lay in front of his face seemed to scan the perimeter looking down alleys as he moved. He cared not for the whispers of those around him, the sea of gasps and lingering stares brushed by the knight with no regard. He would find her and nothing else would matter until she was once again in his sight.

He continued to scan the environment until he saw a woman kissed by fire climbing up the area around him. With sigh shook his head slightly before deciding he would play along. She was the only person who could bring this side out of him. To get him to play her little games. The others he would just mock or ignore but being around her for so long the man had grown a bit of a soft spot for her. Partially because playing along and ruining her fun gave him satisfaction. To see her pout and whine always seemed to bring a smile to his face, not that anyone could see in his current form.

He continued to walk towards the stall pretending to be oblivious to the woman tight rope walking above. What an acrobat she was it often gave the man headaches and he felt today was going to fall in line with the past ones. He finally made it to the stall before halting and waiting, knowing the woman above would have to pounce she was too predictable not to. He stood waiting, the void that was his face aimed at the owner as if chatting the man he halted awaiting the perfect time to spring his trap. It was a good thing his face was obscured as a smile danced across his lips though he would never let Dezaira know she was the cause of such a thing.

The unsurprising noise came signaling his marks strike. As she descended upon him both hands rocketed up one opening over her back and the other on her upper thighs catching the heiress. His hands came down with her fall slowing her descent over time as opposed to trying to stop her descent immediately. It would look graceful as if rehearsed and done many times. She ended up in his arms being carried like a maiden as from behind the void a familiar voice teased. "Why must you always attempt the impossible?" The tone was bored as if to try and ruin the womans fun. Though behind the shadow a playful smile lingered before fading. He had found her, the first step was complete but he would not have to ensure she did not slip away from him again. He was intentionally holding her in such a position knowing her boisterous pride filled personality would hold some objection to it. Ragnar surmised she'd leap from his arms soon and then she'd likely drag him all about the city something that was as sure as the setting and rising of the sun.

Though no matter how many times she did this Ragnar would always be there by her side. He wouldn't leave her, no he couldn't leave her. It was his duty to protect her and no matter the events that transpired he would fulfill his obligation until his death.

The two began to walk heading towards who knows where but Dez's sentry wasn't one to remain in a place for long. Some unknown thread could be lurking and always being in motion made predicting movements more difficult. Despite his job having been lax for the most part Ragnar still treated it like the was some great threat looming. His being could not fight such urges and as such he treated every day the same regardless of how mundane their activities were.

Though this autonomous action was halted by a childish sound coming from the lips of his charge. The knight halted and his shadow covered face turned down to her as if that raspberry had woken him from a slumber. She spoke of him smiling and some erroneous concept like fun. Then a finger came daringly close to his form but halted just at the threshold of his cowl lingering on its border. It was classic Dez, tiptoeing the line and with skill as usual. "I guess we'll never know..." He said softly the words almost teasing in their tone insinuating that Dez could be right but since neither could see Ragnars face it would remain a mystery.

As he finger lingered the abyss walker abrubtly shifted her causing that pesky arm to go back to her side where it belonged. About as playful as Ragnar would get and likely a rarity for him. while it could easily be explained that he was merely trying to get a better hold of the girl they duo both knew why he did that. She was far too light for him to acctualy need to reposition her and in turn he was in rather high spirits today so the combination lead to some rare sighting of Ragnar one such being that jostle of Dez in his arms.

As the two resumed their journey Dez in his arms she mentioned him being too easy of a mark and that in turn her needed to stop wearing dangerous armor. Though the final word gave the man momentary pause. Dope? That was not his name and yet she continually insisted upon addressing him as such. "If memory serves you are the one who ends up in my arms each time. I would argue it is you who is too easily captured." He said in a phlegmatic tone knowing those words were all that was needed to get a rise out of the woman. One side effect of being around her so often was that Ragnar had become rather skilled at getting under her skin.

"As for this armor, it has saved my life and yours many a time so I fail to see the danger in wearing it." The knight said praising his esoteric protection. It was true that since their technology had evolved armor like this had become more suited for displaying than combat, but Ragnar was a man of the old ways and he would not give up his family sword or suit of armor just because some labeled it obsolete.

Having carried her for quite some time now the knight couldn't resist but poke a little fun."If I didn't know any better I'd say you miss the touch of a man..... I'm sorry though I'll be of disappointment if that's your intention." Ragnar said in a calm tone insinuating that she both fancied men now and was intending on seducing Ragnar. The cherry on top was his mentioning that he would turn her down adding a final piece to his tease. She had really brought out that playful side of him with that raspberry and finger and now she'd have to put up with his sometimes sharp words. He was not a particularly subtle man and as such his jests often times were a bit too much.

He continued to stride about whilst carrying her noting her face of discomfort at his jest but choosing to ignore it. Served her right for teasing him so. He also noted her rather illustrious locks trailing behind the pair though that he allowed to slide as well. He never understood such a frivolous thing as allowing ones hair to grow that long. It would only hold her back in battle and get caught on things. Far more trouble that it is worth. Then again Ragnar had always been ignorant to such things. He never understood any of it and doubted he would begin to anytime soon.

As she replied and got comfortable the faceless knight shook his head continuing his movements in such a way that allowed her to get comfortable. "I suppose in my arms you easiest to watch so this is a rare occasion where you get your way." He said mocking the girl while conceding to the fact that he had become her own personal mode of transportation. Thinking back on it he had carried her an inordinate amount of times so perhaps she had actually been allowing him to capture her. After a moment or two of further thought he shrugged the thought away. It didn't particularly matter, his job was to guard her and if carrying her was the most strenuous part then he must have been doing an exceptional job.

"Yes, the generations of knights, the lifelong training, the unparalellered determination, and the honor that binds me..... all of them pale in comparison to your ability to trace etchings upon my family sword and armor." He said in a dry sarcastic tone very clearly contesting her words but not bothering to formally argue with her. She could speak whatever she want in jesting way or as a piercing insult. Ragnar knew who he was and how he became the man he is. Something as weak as teasing words wouldn't crack doubt into the stone foundation that defined him.

As she made her intentions clear the knight whirled on his heels rather gracefully before beginning to walk towards a bar he knew she liked. "Probably for the best you remain ignorant. Would be far more troublesome to guard you if you were constantly swooning after me." He said teasingly some of his words almost sounded.... playful? Whatever Dez did she managed to put him in a mood today. He ignored her mentioned of him watching and picking up some moves. Women were but distractions and that was something he had no use for.


She looked upon him and teasingly mentioned him needing to escape his armor to avoid smells and itches. "I can assure you my hygiene is not an issue.... You seem so intent on seeing me out of this armor....." He said his the void of his cowl turning down to her. "I've told you before Dez my duties don't extend that far." He said softly almost whispering those teasing words before returning his focus to what lay in front of them. They would be nearing the bar soon and knowing his mark she would likely grow more boisterous and tiring upon entering. He would soon fade out of her mind knowing alcohol and women would take precedence allowing him to watch over her without getting a headache.

Ahh the human capital city of Thaoria, Idreiya . How long has it been since Yosana been here last? One hundred years, two hundred years or maybe more, she honestly can not recall. She walked slowly around the streets with her axe strapped behind her back. I wonder how sis is doing. She asked herself as her orange eyes scanned for any sign of her dear sister. She was here for her, after all, to see how she was fairing and to tell her tales of her many adventures around the world. If I was an adorable dragon, where would I be? Hmmm Just after she said this her ears picked up something falling and sliding. curious she followed her ears and caught a glimpse of a white-haired lass rolling down some roofing before crashing into a group of people. ..... sigh She shook her head at the sight before slowly making her way over.

Dex began to toot her own horn but Ragnar wouldn't mind. He had long since become immune to her bragging. She did have a point without the markings that imbued his armor and sword it would just be metal. Though it was very high quality it metal, ancient wasn't incorrect but its quality was still very high. He had looked at the new suits, seen what was considered modern. It felt excessive. Too much flash no substance. Ragnars plate male was thin and he was built just like his father meaning the armor was pretty much crafter for him. It hugged his form in such a way that he felt uncomfortable without it clinging to him. He could move freely and it provided very good defense even when the runes did not give it power. Sure he couldn't move as fast as some of the other members but with what was etched upon him he brought a very unique style of combat that had allowed him to carve a name for himself and make him a well respected member. Despite that reverence Ragnar was often the butt of jokes being mocked for his devotion to the old ways.

He ignored her words about the armor having meaning and it being pretty. While its ornate nature was a fact Ragnar just didn't feel right in the CEBAs he felt more man than machine. As if the suit was fighting and he had become a bystander, it disgusted him in truth. He had far more respect for Dez's style of etching upon herself, at least she still relied upon her own strength. In his armor despite it looking like an antique he always knew he was in control, Ragnar was a man of honor and pride. He could never live with himself if he became so dependent upon a machine like some of the other members were.

She mentioned him being old and Ragnar rolled his eyes beneath his shaded cowl, not that Dez would see. "I've seen you take home a myriad of women. On some of your more drunken nights a few of those women could have been older than this." Ragnar said allowing steel to tap steel insinuating Dez had bed women older than his armor. A far sharper retort than she had laid out though she had brought this upon herself and Ragnar would not bother restraining himself now. As she countered again about her duties being whatever she said they were a few chuckles escaped the abyss of his cowl. A delicacy that laughter was, an occurrence so seldom that Dez could count the number of times she'd witnessed it on a single hand. "I live to serve..." He said with a piercing tone behind those words. She had a point, his job was to guard her and for the most part that meant she defined his very existence. Though there were times when Ragnar defied her order. She had tried to get him to drink once or twice and he declined even after she in a drunken tone demanded it of him. While he was hers he could defy any command that did not relate to protecting her. Though unfortunately for Ragnar Dez had realized this long ago and with her wit was often able to phrase the request in such a way so that it related to her safety even if it was in some obscure manner. Despite such a dominate relationship, Dez respected Ragnar deep down and it was that fact that Ragnar had stayed on as her ward and would continue to do so until he was no longer fit.

When she mentioned him being atop her the knights head shook twice. "Good thing the only way it would happen is if you managed to get me on my back." Ragnar said insinuating that he would never be the one to initiate such an encounter and that perhaps she would have to take him by force. The two in their younger days did play a few games similar to this, pinning one another to display their strength. Ragnar would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy that game though he had never played it in a suggestive way. As the creature bumped into her the knight once again shook his head. She was always so absorbed in her own words that things often snuck up on her. It was a good thing he was always vigilant or else he would have likely failed his duties long ago.

He stood silently watching was Dez threw the dragon up and down before carrying it and showing it to Ragnar. He merely nodded his shrouded face conveying a very stoic acknowledgment of the creature. Ragnar knew who and what it was. Though he never really cared to speak to it. Its job was like his own a guardian and while Ragnar had a level of respect for it, their jobs were independent so he didn't interact with the thing. His head tilted slightly as yet another new comer joined. It appeared it was another dragon one wearing armor that wasn't even useful. He never understood that, he had protection and could move with ease and yet he had met countless women who wore next to nothing claiming it accomplished the same thing.

His arms crossed over his chest as he stood silent his eyes watching Dez and the newcomer as well as the bustling streets they were on. He was ever wary and always watching. He didn't address either dragon nor even turn his head so it looked like he saw them. His duty wasn't courtesy, he need not be noticed or paid any mind to. His job was to protect Dez and until she was in peril or addressed him he would not bother speaking.

Yosana noticed the looks the humans who passed her gave but paid them little mind for they were not the one she was here for. The one she was here for laid ahead with a group of two humans, one who seemed to be very friendly to her sister. The other, however, seemed to hold a different set of mood. She shook her head as she approached the group and gave her dear sister a smile. Hello dear sister.. how have you been? She asked in the sweetie's voice she ever had. She would take notes of the humans as she addressed her sister. New friends I am taking?