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 Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 3:28 pm
recognition
He realized there was something different even before he opened his eyes. Not from without but within. There was something...spacious about his mind, and yet he knew it wasn't empty: more like he had lit a torch and found that the caverns therein stretched further. There, darkness lied in wait.
< . . . >
More than that. Jack could feel a new presence in his mind and stilled, wondering if it was Merlin. The presence--a male, he realized--seemed almost amused by the idea. Nails experimented in the knight's mind, kneading the tread of his thoughts like a cat claiming territory; it was an uncomfortable sensation, and adding to it was the cold feeling of something spreading out to every inch of his head. But when Jack opened his eyes and saw nothing but the doors and his bow, unshackled and glowing.
< What are you doing standing around? > the weapon snapped, seeming to press down on his own thoughts to suppress the snark. < Move, you imbecile. >
And as he did, Jack knew innately that the creature in his head was perusing what memories he did have, filing certain ones away with dark satisfaction.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 4:09 pm
reined
Some found the chains bothersome, and at one point he might have as well; he vaguely recalls having tested their strength. He doesn't remember much beyond the numbing calm anymore--but his loss does not have to be failure. Rather, it was a new opportunity.
He is a perfect being already, but now he is a perfect weapon.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 4:24 pm
ruination
He sees his reflection within a hundred thousand little facets of black crystal, each more monstrous or horrific than the last. They pierce through his armor like it is nothing, multiplying in his chest until his very blood has been solidified and his heart crystalized. The process is mercifully quick; his weapon drops from his hands as he slumps forward, kneeling in respect to his killer.
He pulled his hand away from the treasure as if it were boiling hot. What disturbed Jack wasn't the vision of violence, but rather that he had accepted it rather than tried to fight.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 4:38 pm
reinterpret
The creature had been met with some wonder even amongst his apprehension--and that was before it spoke. The fact that it was capable of speech, sentience, something beyond an animalistic level of intelligence, fascinated him. It had to mean cultures, languages, customs...a whole new world to discover.
But one of the guards attempted to kill it when they were spotted. He was eight and defenseless, too close to the untamed forest by their home. Not even his mother was willing to believe he had done anything more than imagined it--or worse, that sidhe magic had been at work. Patrols were increased, and the creature never returned.
(But the spark of curiosity never quite left.)
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 7:07 pm
relentless
That's what these belligerent humans are. Weak, easily corrupted, and malformed, but tenacious nevertheless. Morgana's way is the fastest method of ridding the lands of their infestation, but his aid can't be confused for loyalty. This is an pledge formed out of convenience; in return, he can watch the destruction flower and unfold.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 7:22 pm
redress
The dummy's head was lopped off at last. Ten sword swipes later and much fuss from his trainer, he finally managed.
"Perhaps it's the wrong type," she suggested, giving his lanky form another studious lookover. "You don't have a lot of weight on you. Let's try a bow."
He burned the beheaded dummy into his retinas as she went in search of one, making fists at his side. Knighthood is not a choice but a necessity--so too was the need to be able to slay his enemies. They have taken enough from him.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 7:42 pm
reverence
Gawain's eccentricity had never bothered him. While he could only catch glimpses of the Great Knight, Jack knew of his reputation: it was rumored that Gawain could heal any ailment known and unknown, magical or natural. As a burgeoning apprentice, it inspired him: maybe one day he too could make such a difference in others' lives.
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