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 Posted: Wed Nov 06, 2013 6:54 pm
༶Who: Infitialis Sloane (Snoof) and Quietus Blaithe (Neon).
༶Where: Anica after several hours of wandering in search, eventually finding guidance.
༶When: Late Fall, Winter encroaching despite its ever present state in Shyregoed.
༶Weather: Cold and cloudy, a blizzard roaring outside permanently.
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Posted: Wed Nov 06, 2013 7:13 pm
When her thanks tapered off the rest of the walk was quiet and rather awkward, Blaithe’s cane tucked carefully under her arm with Hero on her shoulder, her other arm linked with the one of a stranger’s while he assisted her stiff and clumsy walking. It wasn’t nearly as bad as when she was a human but the cold was certainly more hindering than it had been as an Excito, her body stiffening uncomfortably. She was becoming ever more grateful that the temperature was at least a little regulated and she needn’t keep on her heavy coats but it was still a hindrance.
Hero was not fond of this plan at all. He didn’t want to be anywhere other than home in Imisus and he certainly didn’t want to see the Infitialis – especially now that Blaithe had grown. The more he thought about it the more he scowled, though he kept his thoughts to himself.
Even with the small party’s silence it was rather disorienting, so much liveliness ringing throughout the large halls. Every little noise played in her vision like a dancing light, so many different colors at all time but it didn’t impede her actual sight, staring forward at all times. Even their quiet footsteps and the dull sound of her wooden leg against stone were seen. She was learning how to push it aside, to pay more attention to specific things but it was still new, still a learning experience but at least it was no longer a nauseating sight. Even though the walk was long and annoying she couldn’t help but grin more and more with the exciting idea that she was going to see her friend again and that was certainly a good enough distraction.
Her free hand rose to meet Hero, cane still tucked carefully beneath her arm as she nudged him gently. Blaithe didn’t look down to meet his gaze, not that he had been looking up at her, but her expression softened when she felt him nudge back – just like he had when he was still in feline shape. While Blaithe had never experienced it prior to her growth, she remembered him pressing his face against those with larger statures while still a cat, and it certainly made her happy to feel for herself.
The man who accompanied her was clearly uncomfortable but he trudged forward, preferring to deal with this rather than get in trouble with those in higher rank than him considering Blaithe was a special guest, especially considering who she had requested to see. However, it was painfully clear how thankful he was when they approached the wide doors of a grand meeting hall, two guards posted at either side. With quick whispers to one he turned on his heel and left immediately, not even passing Blaithe or Hero a second glance. The guards reciprocated by opening one of the doors and leading her inside, instructing her to remain silent for the time being – an important meeting was being held and it was amazing that they had been convinced to even let her in, but much like her chaperone they preferred not to put themselves between a rock and a hard place.
Doing as she was instructed, Blaithe waited silently, her eyes searching the several men that sat at the long table, her grin growing ever more impatient but that bright red mess of hair was instantly recognized. The cape was new and while she couldn’t see any more of him from behind it, she silently lowered her cane and bit back her smile, reaching her free hand up to stroke the top of Hero’s head.
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2014 11:28 am
In recent months, politics had taken a strange shift for Sloane. He both wanted, was requested, and needed to be more proactive in regards to serving the Grand Magus and the Fellowship at large. The oracles, while obviously not fond of Plagues, especially of the chaotic persuasion, could not deny that Sloane had become a dutiful servant that only wanted to protect and better the Fellowship. They accepted his intent begrudgingly. Those lower in the hierarchy, particularly members of the guard that had seen the sword fight and defend Anica, were more eager and it was these men that gathered to meet with him today.
Murmured voices discussed guard posts and fortifications, soldier placement for utmost protection. Several times over, the Fellowship had been infiltrated by venomous enemies and murderous fowl. They needed to reevaluate their defenses when not even the blizzard outside would protect them from teleportation and the wretches that flew beneath Obscuvos' wings.
Occasionally there was a laugh. Despite the nature of the discussion, the situation at Anica had been far from grim for some time. Endlessly busy and stressful for everyone, oh yes, but immediate threats were low and that made moral high. One of the guards even reached out to pat Sloane's arm. Such armor, of course, would protect them from any touch of infection. Though the doors were heard and new presences were detected, only a few of the soldiers milling about the table passed a glance. Some looked confused, but quickly returned their attention to the table top. A large map of the castle was spread across it, which Sloane was leaned over. His claws danced across it, directing attention and circling points of interest.
He hadn't looked back at all. Not until a familiar scent finally crossed the wide expanse of the room. Sloane paused mid sentence and stared blankly at the map. A few guards returned his attention to the task at hand and, with a quick shake of his head, he finished his suggestion. The scent didn't leave. As another guard took over where Sloane left off, explaining to the others the benefits and limitations present in their current distributions, Sloane looked over his shoulder. What was at first a curious glance turned to shock. His body slowly twisted away from the table, one hand lingering upon its edge, as he finally saw the figure at the end of the hall. She was so different, so human, but not -- her eyes gleamed with pure light, cheeks flushed with stars. Everything had changed about her but there was no mistaking the identity of who stood there, smiling at him. Sloane's hand dropped limply at his side as he turned fully from the table, no longer acknowledging the meeting or anyone else in the room. For several more moments all he could do was stare at her, the emotion on his face unclear safe for surprise until, inevitably, it twisted. The sword's face contorted with a wide grin that almost looked pained. His first clumsy step forward was slow and his entire body felt like molasses, the second was like dragging cinder blocks. Each step became easier, faster, until his long strides brought him towering before the Quietus.
Tears were already streaming from his glowing eyes. He couldn't even hear the confused calls of his fellow soldiers. Sloane bent down and wrapped both of his arms around Blaithe, lifting her light form with utmost care. His face was covered in her ribbon touched hair, pressed against the crook of her shoulder and hidden as he laughed and cried and twirled his missing friend. As quickly as he had embraced her, Sloane set her down. His energy left him and he found himself on his knees, holding her close. No longer were his shoulders shaking from laughter but his sobs as he stained her apron with tears.
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2014 11:43 am
Blaithe’s own smile had widened as her friend’s recognition grew, though it softened as he made his way from the table. He seemed so far away but within seconds he was before her, scooping her up into his arms in a loving embrace – something she once thought she would never feel.
Hero had jumped down and away as the sword closed the distance, both knowing what was to happen as well as not wanting to be so close to Sloane. He knew how his companion felt for the blade and just the thought made him cringe. He wanted to be that person for Blaithe but he knew he stood no match against those who weren’t trapped in the body of an Excito. He would never play that part.
As Sloane buried his face into Blaithe’s hair, the Quietus did much the same. Nuzzling her face into his neck she let out a loud sniff of her own, hardly able to fight back the tears, herself. To think that this would be her first time to cry, it almost made her laugh… just like Sloane before he devolved into tears. This was enough to make her do much the same while hugging his neck tighter as the two sank to their knees – at least Sloane had, as Blaithe was practically held up still, her tiny form still so small compared to the large Infitialis.
”My dearest Sloane,” she laughed, followed quickly by another sniff. Blaithe didn’t dare let go of his neck, afraid that perhaps if she did he would be pulled away for another long period. She couldn’t even think it without more tears. ”How I have missed you!”
Already done with the scene, Hero had skulked away. He wasn’t needed here, at least not now, and would return when he wasn’t ignored.
Petting his hair lightly, Blaithe shifted from hugging his neck to delicately embracing Sloane’s head having lifted herself from her awkward position. She took pleasure in his arms around her slender form, a sensation she had only ever dreamed of. Sure, as an Excito she had Hero and others of her kind, but she was so tiny, even compared to a stunted plague. It was lonely, and now she could drink in the sensation of Sloane and his love as she had always dreamed. Blaithe removed her hand only to wipe away at her tears before hugging him close again, unwilling to let him go.
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