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 Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 1:06 pm
He kept going back and forth, hearing her words in conflicting lights. This was what frustrated him about Mjoll the most, he never actually knew what she was thinking. She always left him in the dark, with that tiny ray of hope that was always so unreachable. It had twisted him into something darker than he'd meant to become, and she had no idea of her effect on him. In fact, she had no idea of anything, from how it sounded.
He intended to fix that, right here, right now.
His eyes lidded, and he stared at her. Finally able to look her right in the eye, and just stare. She was just one woman. Just one person in a world full of people. But he'd lost himself to that one person so long ago, that he couldn't even remember who he was before her.
Would he have been a good man, if his broken heart hadn't ravaged him so completely?
"Maybe you're right." Bastion growled, low, under his breath. "No one would ever take me seriously, as I am. And from what I can tell, it doesn't matter anymore. You and I are done playing this game. And since we're done, I'm showing you my hand."
Bastion did something that he'd dreamed of doing his entire life. His hand reached out, and cupped Mjoll's face. It was a simple thing, but he'd never touched her before this moment. She was the one woman he had refused to sully with his touch. "I'll make this quick." His voice had turned husky, deep with emotion. "I love you, Mjoll. I've loved you since the day I first laid eyes on you as children. And no, I haven't been showing it - because I'm well aware that you are way, way out of my league. I've never had a chance with you - and I still don't. But I'm not going to die today without telling you what I've been carrying around this entire time."
He felt deliciously selfish. All this time, he'd sabotaged himself, keeping the knowledge away from her so she would never feel compelled to do something about his feelings. It was his dirty little secret, and he'd turned into a charlatan to keep it that way. Now, telling her the truth felt like indulging in something he'd promised he'd never do. It was scandalous. And so was what he did next.
It was hard to say when he'd decided to kiss her. Maybe he hadn't decided at all. Or maybe he'd known from the moment he decided to talk to her. Regardless, his lips pressed, chaste and closed, against hers without any more warning. His eyes closed, and he soaked in this single moment left to take. This was what he had to accept. This was the only kiss that would ever matter.
Her lips felt just as soft as he'd dreamed they would.
He pulled away, and his hand dropped away from her face. He'd heard the Voice just as well as the rest of them, but it didn't matter. He'd always known this was their fate. That was why he was doing this.
Just one kiss.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 1:18 pm
It was before Mjoll had a chance to respond that Bastion kissed her. Her cheeks turning red, in embarrassment? Likely, but there were tears forming running down her cheeks.
When he'd finished it didn't take more than a moment to slap him. "You're a fool." She said angry at him again, stepping back from him hand still on her braid. Looking hurt, "If you'd loved me you should've told me not floozied around with other women."
Her emotions betrayed her, "After all that you've done, how can I trust you don't see me as just another trophy? You look at me but kept running after others. I was out of your league because you made me that way." There was a touch of indignity to her voice. She eventually just sat down where she stood. "I can't tell you how much I hate you for that. Every time I turned around I was hearing you'd ran after someone else after all those looks you'd given me. It's -- Its.... just...."
She eventually fell silent, eyes burning with tears.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 1:24 pm
Somehow, being slapped made things so much easier. Bastion's head snapped to the side from the force of the blow, and when he turned back, he rubbed his sore cheek with his hand. But he was grinning, and his heart felt like the weight of a lifetime of regret had finally lifted off of it. She had reacted just as he'd always thought she would. By rejecting him. But this time, he wasn't afraid of it. It was better this way.
"You don't have to trust me, Mjoll. That's why I'm telling you this now. Because after today, it won't matter. I'll be dead, and you'll never have to worry about me again. I'm not asking you to be mine - I knew from the beginning you would never want that. I've already lived my mistakes, I get that. I really do. But I can't turn back time, I can't fix everything I did wrong. It's too late for any of that."
His hand reached up, and touched her hair with a light caress. ".. Did you know, I know the scent of your hair by heart? And when you take it down, sometimes, I can feel it from miles away." He snorted at how pathetic he was, and tugged on one of her locks gently. "But I never knew how it felt until this moment."
He snorted, and put his hand down. "Well. You can go back to hating me now, if you want." His lips turned up in a weak, pained smirk. "I just needed you to know."
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 1:40 pm
Mjoll pulled away from his hand when he touched her hair. Her eyes still burned, and she pushed herself up from the ground and stepped backwards as he spoke. She didn't have the words, there was nothing else she could say.
Instead when she was far enough from his touch she just ran. She wasn't sure where she was going or much-less why... she just knew she didn't want to be near him.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 1:48 pm
Somehow, despite how relieved he felt in telling her the truth, the heaviness returned to his heart the moment she ran. She was crying - it wasn't hard to tell. And he couldn't understand why. How had he, in these final moments, managed to hurt her once again? He thought.. he thought this would be better.. Bastion's eyes started to fill with unshed tears. Somehow, he'd managed to hurt his Mjoll one last time. It was with this, final failure, he turned, and walked straight to the King. If Meng had a sword in his hand, Bastion would have put it upon his neck. Instead, he bent down, kneeling before him. "My Lord, please, please choose me as one of your sacrifices." Make it quick, he begged silently. He didn't want to live another moment in this world.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 1:52 pm
Indeed, Lifen was at least in the bathing room, waiting to see if the other three would have followed her - having already shooed off anyone who had remained after she had sent them. The voice was ominious, and made her stomach twist in uncomfortable knots. They didn't have enough time to brood and figure out what to do before it had demanded sacrifices.
She was split.
Part of her was thinking "sacrificing would be good." It meant that there would be less she would have to do, and she wouldn't have to feel so guilty about taking them down. But she still had a heart, and it really was saying "this kind of sucks."
Signing as she dipping her wounded legs in to the bath water, she heard the footfalls of the famine soldier, her head moving to peer at him with mis-matched eyes, giving him a smile. "Kiwi. I hope your glances were of the same." She asked him, giving him a knowing glance.
"You are welcome to rest with me while I wait to see if Lan and Shaheen are willing to brood with us, hmm?" She offered.
Kiwi was an ally in this, right?
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 2:18 pm
Lan had gotten ready to go change and meet with the king but then- pulled from within her own mid reality came crashing down. The fact of just who she was, what she was- Revulsion, horror- Lan nearly gagged as she thought of what she'd done. But... perhaps others didn't see. Perhaps. A comforting thought. A thought chased away into nothing from Lifen's look, followed by the voice. The end had begun and now they would have to, more or less, act. It was the beginning of the end. Making her way to the baths, Lan was quick to seek out her fellow conquestian and the other horsemen. She just got the tail end of Lifen's comments. "I don't brood. I have deep and profound thoughts of negative association."
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 2:45 pm
He hadn't meant to startle her, but Lifen's familiar face eased his inner worry slightly. He considerately adverted his gaze, staring out towards the entrance of the bathing area. "Yes, I remember everything." His voice was soft, and he slipped his fan aside, allowing his arm to drop, the white lotus symbol glowing faintly across the inside of his fingers. Just in case she needed solid confirmation. Then the fan was taken up again, moved in gentle strokes. "I fear this battle will be difficult. We need to be well prepared."
It all felt so strange. Being within a false reality, knowing good and well nothing was as it seemed. He could just wake up, but ... in order to save the others, they had to play this little game, entertain the memories, like a puppet allowing itself to be tugged about by the strings.
It went against his better sense. But he was a horseman, a soldier. Battle was indeed his forte. And he would give this battle all he had. With that in mind, he angled a soft smile to Lifen, and sat down on the floor, legs crossed beneath his robes.
Thus far no one had disturbed their moment of silence. And then Lan appeared, carrying herself like the Conquest noble he knew so well. A smile cracked the Famine colt's face at her words. "Wonderful to see you again Lan. The real Lan." He added. Though he wouldn't admit it out loud he had missed her. Now that he was himself again that is. His fan fell to his lips. "I hope Shaheen arrives soon. We are pressed for time as it is."
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 2:53 pm
The kiss was so light and brief, Kashi never got the chance press back. Molan pulled away before Kashi could even reach out to stop him, he was too far away. Kashi was left standing there, lost in his thoughts and overwhelming emotions. He had finally found something worth fighting for and it was going to die before he could even prove himself! He walked forward and stood alongside Molan. " At the beginning of this s**t storm, you asked if my not wishing to fight, was cowardly. I assured you it was not." He sighed. " I realize, now, why. It's that I had no reason to fight. i love my kingdom, my home. But I'm not in love with it!" " If you take him, I also volunteer!" He could feel the tears welling up, looking to Molan. " I ask of you-- No. I beg of you! Don't ask me to fight without my only reason." Kashi pressed his nose against Molan's and smiled through the tears, before returning the light kiss he'd been given not two minutes ago.
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kuropeco rolled 2 20-sided dice:
17, 9
Total: 26 (2-40)
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 3:44 pm
Hi ignore this post ilu all O w O
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 4:16 pm
He listened quietly to Molan, absently rubbing his fingers along the marks on his wrists. The magic was seeped deeply into his skin, and he could still feel it running through his veins as though it were something tangible to be touched, to be felt. A warm and familiar sensation, somehow calming him.
"I appreciate what you have done for my kingdom," said Mengyao at last. "I am most grateful."
And with a flick of his hand it was done. The shift from Silver to Gold lasted only a few seconds, the glowing gold emblem of Edric appearing on the sleeve of Molan's shirt. Mengyao gave a small nod and stepped backwards, turning towards Sap and Ligaya.
"I offer you the same choice as I have asked of Molan," said Mengyao. "You may choose for yourselves whether or not you wish to join the kingdom of gold - "
But the rest of Mengyao's words were drowned out, the sound of bells reaching his ears. He stiffened automatically, feeling the familiar swoop as The Voice began to speak, the words ringing in his ears.
"The Black Kingdom has fallen."
A small feeling of savage pleasure, as well as pride in his own kingdom for surviving, made a smirk tug at the corners of his lips. So Black had fallen. The Shadow Kingdom with its ruthless, silent leader was wiped from the playing field, gone just like that.
One down, five more to go.
But the pleasure was easily dissipated as the Voice continued to speak. Sacrifice two of his kingdom? The expression on Mengyao's face hardened, his lips pressing together in a thin, unhappy line. Sacrifices were necessary in the line of battle, but to be asked to do so now, when the entire fate of his kingdom was holding onto a precarious ledge...
Scarlett was the first to speak. Mengyao turned slowly towards her, dual colored eyes taking in her pale face, the eyes that were so filled with determination and calmness. She was a loyal member of the kingdom, but to allow her to sacrifice herself..?
He opened his mouth to say something (what, exactly, he wasn't certain), but before he could answer her, another voice rose above the rest. Mjoll stepped forward, and then Molan, Bastion, Kashiyoru... The amount of people made him feel...well, he wasn't entirely certain what, exactly, but something he had not felt for a long time. His stomach twisted, his chest feeling tight, and Mengyao closed his eyes briefly, taking a deep breath before he opened them again.
"No."
It was a single, simple word, yet it was filled with more meaning than many of the words that Mengyao had spoken as of yet. His eyes moved from person to person, watching each of their faces and finally landed on the one that stood out the most, the face that he wanted to stay in his memory forever and for all eternity. Lifen was standing with Lan and the other members of his court, and a soft, private smile graced his features for only a moment before he shifted back into the calm, determined face of Mengyao Miao of the Kingdom of Edric.
I am the King of Gold. I am the Emperor of Pride and I will prevail.
"We will all fight. I will not kill those who have already proven themselves loyal to me and the people of this kingdom."
He lifted his hand, a golden glow filtering from his fingers downwards. Something long and glittering shivered into view, and his hand closed around the gilt edge of a weapon, Mengyao swiping the blade cleanly through the air, a look of fierce determination in his eyes.
"Prepare yourselves," he said. "We're going to battle."
OOC WELCOME TO BATTLE please proceed here!
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 4:32 pm
As Mjoll began to answer her question, Shaheen began to feel a little dizzy, her hand coming up to her already aching forehead as she lurched forward, the nausea overwhelming. "I see. That is good." She managed to say, before she clutched the robes she had received from Lifen closer to her chest. "I will be back in just a moment." She then departed, a frown creasing her features, making it all the way around the side of a building before she collapsed to the ground, her head in her hands. . Five seconds later, she awakened with a sharp intake of breath. She remembered everything, her purpose, why she was here. She lifted her hands, staring at the marks, one gold, one white. The white gave proof to what she had just seen, helping her work through her muddled and confused thoughts, to bring forward the true Shaheen. With a scowl, she pushed herself to her feet, glaring down at her current apparel. Conquest. Only conquest would dress like this. It was a strange thought to have amongst everything else that had happened, but it was the first thing she thought. A chime in the air, and The Voice began to speak. Shaheen's head snapped to attention as she listened to his words. A battle then? So be it. She was born to fight. The woman who was really from War and not of Regalia made her way out from her hiding spot, glancing towards the area she had last seen Lifen, Lan, and Kiwi. None of them were there, which was startling, until she remembered that as she had left, Lifen had said something about the baths. Right. On a hunch, she made her way there, trying her best to look incospicuous which was actually difficult considering her height and appearance. Still, eventually she made it, and was relieved to see the others as well. "Hello." She said, carefully, giving each a look over. "So...everyone ready for the...battle?" She had no idea how to make subtle hints.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 4:41 pm
That offer. Again. Sap shivered. "I still remain silver. Because that.. is just who I am." she said quietly. The air was heavy around her, and it depressed her mood. A lot. "Even if I would dissappear, I think... I think I'll save my choice for when I feel it will make the most impact... It's a big decision, your eminence..." She swallowed. So many people. Deciding to GIVE UP THEIR LIVES for this guy. It hurt. She felt more sobered than she had in a long time. Sobered and... Sad. He was... So cool. " but if I make my choice it will be for you" she said, her voice choked with emotion. "I will stand by your side as silver." she said quietly, wiping away her tears. "I think we should go. Together. As a group." It just felt right. Holding hands as a group would feel good too. ((OOC: will exit after a few other people do. ))
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 4:54 pm
Jay returned to the kingdom quietly. Her clothes were dirty, but she had opted to furtively exchange her dress for another one. It was the exact same one, only a bit shorter and hugged her body more. It was her old dress, but she had loved the design so much that she chose to make one with an identical design. Lips pursed into a soft frown, she joined the crowd while tugging at her flowing sleeves.
The chiming barely bothered her and the Voice only made her frown more, but at least it didn’t mention her kingdom’s ruin. They had managed to survive for now. She closed her eyes. But of course. Yet as the Voice called for sacrifice, she didn’t immediately offer herself up like the first time. There was one thing she needed to at least know, even after the emperor had declared war, had declared there would be no sacrifices.
Half-lidded eyes tried to look around for a familiar mop of tawny hair.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 5:01 pm
Senga had opted for returning the kingdom and instantly veering for his own home. He'd scrubbed until he was clean and thrown on clothing that seemed simple in comparison to the elaborate designs that the other nobles deigned to wear. But if this was going to be a reoccurring thing, he wasn't going to ruin every single nice thing he owned. He tugged a jacket over his shirt and clipped the sword belt back in place before exiting to the streets, his tawny hair brushed clean of debris and dirt.
He ignored the chiming until the Voice cut in, making him look up towards the sky. He was closer to the center of the kingdom now, following the thin trail of nobles towards where he imagined the Emperor to be. It spoke of sacrifices and battle, and neither of those provided very interesting to the scarred swords master, who merely pressed his lips together and sped up his pace, even after the echoing sound of commands had ceased. He entered the center of the kingdom, where the Emperor himself was declaring War instead of sacrifices to the masses. But he was barely listening; the words didn't breech his mind. He was looking for Jay.
And when he saw her in the crowd, it was all he could do not to run to her. He made his way through the throngs of people, and when he was close enough, he grabbed her by the arms and pulled her into a tight embrace.
"You're okay." He exhaled quietly into her hair, nuzzling into her warmth.
They were going to war, but at least this time he could be by her side.Syusaki nope never happy B| try harder
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