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| − | == Pride and Envy ==
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| − | Wether the Boil was a beautiful sight once or not, it certainly is not now.
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| − | As Ryshassa watches it from the Zephyr, she sees the burnt districts... the destroyed Manses on Highlane... the great hole where Industries once stood and a Dragon and a God of Earth fell... the gates to the city knocked down, the entrance quarters to the city destroyed by earthen shockwaves... the place was hit pretty badly.
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| − | The Zephyr lowers itself a little far away from the Manse, on the Steelheart Square, a square in Highlane in honor of a great Sheriff of yore... now with its statues desecrated during the excesses of the revolution.
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| − | As Ryshassa steps outside, her nostrils are struck by the scent of dirt, of ashes, of metal. The clouds above are white, hearlding another day of snow at twilight... but then, she feels a warmth on her face. Like there was sunlight...
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| − | ... and sees the Prince Alexander flying down towards her. "Finally! I thought you would never come... where are the others? Where is mila... the Pale Angel? And the Dark Angel...?"
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| − | '''Ryshassa: ''' Ryshassa had been watching the view from above, but it is even more striking to see -- and smell -- the damage done up close. ''This... this is terrible. It seems the people of the Boil have won their own part of the war at a heavy, heavy cost. ''
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| − | She offers a reassuring smile, though, as Alex flies down to meet her. "Prince Alexander! The Angels, they are safe... likely they are camped nearby Spire, while the army reorganizes and relocates. Millia is with them as well, don't worry. The battle with the General was a long and bloody one, but we pulled through. He has been slain, along with several of his minions."
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| − | The healer brushes her hand through strands of long, dark hair, bound up in a high ponytail by a violet cord knotted to resemble the wings of a dragonfly. She is wearing a kimono of a deep blue-violet shade akin to the sky in the hour after dusk. Its silken surface is embroidered with dragonfly silhouettes in pale grey, weaving in and out between bamboo stalks of multiple heights picked out in gradient shades of green. Along the bottom third of the kimono, meandering threads of pale blue and white wind their way around the base of the stalks, simulating the lazy flow of a moonlit stream.
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| − | It is an ensemble that gives her image the impression of serenity and contemplation. But her pale features seem weary, fine creases showing upon her brow as if she is weathering a bit of a headache. "I have spent the past couple of days healing the wounded. I am glad to see you well, though, Prince."
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| − | '''Cael: ''' Cael steps out just behind Ryshassa, long white coat brilliant in the light it reflects from alex, shimmering with a fine, fine tracery of golden letters as he steps, looking for all the world just like Alexander saw him last, no traces of the war on his face or in his bearing, moving with the same easy grace.
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| − | "Good day to you, Prince Alexander, it is welcoming to see you in such good health."
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| − | '''Alexander: ''' He touches down the ground, and runs towards Cael, jumping on the man's arms into a tight hug! "Great! It is great to know they are safe... that we... won! Nobody was too hurt? You talk about them wounded... and we could see faint lights on the sky from here! I was nearly killed by some Soulhunters alone..."
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| − | "... oh, sorry, I am babbling, right? You came here to heal Moon, right, Ryshy?"
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| − | '''Ryshassa: ''' Ryshassa laughs indulgently, enjoying Alexander's enthusiasm. That alone seems to lift some of the weariness from her expression and posture. "I must admit, some of us looked quite a bit worse before I had the time to recuperate and help the others. But you can say that we have won. It should be a cause for celebration... but mostly, we are all glad for the time to rest."
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| − | "And yes, I have not met Seventh Moon personally, but I have heard he is gravely injured. Where might he be right now?"
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| − | '''Cael: ''' Cael wraps his arms around the boy, hugging him back, kissing his cheeks before carefully setting him down on the floor once more with a smile for him.
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| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' ''Hm! I sense... new faces! New tastes! New... beings. Bother, and I'd already gotten presents! ''
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| − | Peering from behind a bit of rubble a ways away, a tanned and strikingly-handsome face ringed with stark white hair watches the trio, brass eyes shining and mouth a long, grinning line. The end of the Snow Monkey's tail dances and flicks behind and above his head---an obvious sign of curiousity... but the faerie doesn't approach just yet. He merely watches... although various random little things flit about in his mind, trying to formulate the perfect introduction...
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| − | '''Alexander: ''' "He was... a great warrior, Ryshassa. I did not see the fight... but I saw the being he took down, single-handedly. I saw that abomination from across the city!" He says, making motions with his hands to show how great the thing was... "Anyway, yes, the Manse is this way... it's not hard to miss! Its the place with the big hole in front. That is from the assassination attempt on Moon a few days back..."
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| − | '''Ryshassa: ''' Ryshassa gets a glimpse of Days -- who from appearances alone cannot possibly be an ordinary mortall -- and tilts her head curiously, but chooses not to address him for now, as he simply seems to be watching. And it wasn't the first time she has discovered that her new allies seem to attract the most extraordinary and unusual individuals to their flock.
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| − | She gazes fondly at Cael, at the show of affection between him and the boy Prince, though the expression is marred somewhat by the off-hand mention of an assassination attempt. "My... things are certainly busy in this part of the city, as well. Please lead on, Alexander, if you will!"
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| − | '''Cael: ''' ''Impressive ... and to think I branded him a fool. Not that feat is exactly indicative that he is not one ... ''
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| − | ''Still, I will have to talk to him, when he is about. ''
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| − | "Busy indeed. Please, lead on, Prince Alexander."
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| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' Tail flick.
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| − | Soft, chuckling hoot.
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| − | Another tail flick, then another.
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| − | The monkey crouches like a cat.
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| − | Promptly, he is not behind the rubble, instead soaring through the air to land inches from Alexander with the lightness of a speck of dust and the grace of a thousand dancers.
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| − | "Alexander Holysword! How dare you invite guests and not bring me along! You will be punished!"
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| − | Thus... the Child of Wyld Days scoops the young angel up and hefts him over his shoulder like a bag of rice. "Anyway, nice to meet the both of you! Don't mind me, I'm just making sure the Angel remembers me nexttime." Barring interference, the monkey gives poor Alex a pat on the butt and smirks.
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| − | '''Alexander: ''' "Y... yes, that is the Child of Wyld Days! Sh... HE saved my life against the Soulhunters!" He says, finding it hard not to laugh, pointing at his own head - and the halo that now appears there, a circlet of light like a crown... "And the one who gave me this! Looks great, does it not?"
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| − | '''Ryshassa: ''' "Ah... nice to meet you as well..." Ryshassa facefaults, then stifles an uncertain giggle, indecisive about whether to be surprised or deeply amused. Who was this, some sort of Prince's Jester? It didn't seem like he meant Alexander any harm, anyway. "A halo? How clever. It's adorable! Thank you for saving his life, Child of Wyld Days." And with that Ryshassa lowers her hands to either side and gives the Snow Monkey a deeply respectful bow.
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| − | That done, she figures she ought to do the polite thing and introduce herself by name, at least. "I am Ryshassa Krauser... I have been lending my healing abilities to the Prince as of late."
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| − | '''Cael: ''' Cael blinks as the Monkey sundenly apears, fingers twisting to pull a golden word from the air before he sees that the monkey ...faerie monkey is friendly.
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| − | "Ahh, a pleasure to meet you, Child of Wyld Days," Cael says as he sketches a lazy bow "I am Cael Pattona." He grins then "The halo most definately suits him and I am indeed grateful you could be there to aid him in dire circumstances."
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| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' "Indeed! As stated, I am the Child of Wyld Days. Snow Monkey, That Which Danced With Death Atop A Dragon, and one of the man saviors of the Boil." He finally lets Alex down, then bows in reply. He is... quite the striking fellow, all wiry too-perfect musculature, snow-white hair and brass tattoo-like markings all along his body, most of which is very much on display---all the raksha is wearing is a short vest, boots, and a longish loincloth, all white and trimmed with golden fur from some nonexistant animal.
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| − | "Ryshassa... Cael. Excellent."
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| − | '''Alexander: ''' "I am taking Ryshassa to the Manse! She has to heal poor Moon..."
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| − | "Kanti is trying to keep him stable, but that is being hard enough..."
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| − | '''Ryshassa: ''' Ryshassa seems pleased by the introduction, covering her mouth demurely with one slender hand, her cheeks faintly pink. After all, it was a rare sight to lay one's eyes upon such a perfect specimen of maleness. But Alex's assertion quickly distracts her from that, and she inclines her head to both Days and Cael, moving past them towards where the Prince stands. As she does so, the golden, serpent-twined shaft of the Caduceus follows suit, floating behind her placidly as always, its wings folding and unfolding as fluidly as if they were alive.
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| − | "Of course... let us not delay! I will do all that I can. Wait--" Ryshassa hesitates, recognizing the other name Alexander utters. "Did you say Kanti? Kanti is with you?" She remembers the day her... master, keeper, whatever he might have been... came to visit her husband, bringing Kanti with him. She remembers the depth of tension between Alexsei and the man who called himself Stolen Sunsets, remembers how happy Kanti looked to serve such a man -- remembers her dance. Kanti had danced for her as she accompanied her with the lyre, a fiery and enchanting moment of freedom and self-expression.
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| − | "I would love to see her again! She is helping Moon as well? Hurry, please take me to them," Ryshassa says, a note of anticipation in her voice now. If Kanti was with Alexander now, surely he was not still serving that other man?
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "It seems you have a most impressive tale, Child of Wyld Days. Perhaps I could hear more of it whilst Ryhassa tends to Moon?"
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| − | Cael looks to the faerie with a speculative glance.
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| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' Oh, Cael hit just the right button. Someone wants to '''heart''' his stories! One can practically see the look of poorly-contained glee on his face as he... well, breaks right into things, starting from waaaaay back when he---or, rather, she---first caught the winds of war!
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| − | "... and there I was, stalking the broken streets... and four of them came upon me, like the shadows themselves sought to lay me low! But I would not be bested by mere mortals!" Snow Monkey is quite animated as he relates his story, arms waving to and fro.
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| − | '''Alexander: ''' "Well, then, if you want to talk... go ahead! And show Days the Zephyr. I bet sh... HE will love it!"
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| − | And then, Alex begins guiding Ryshassa to the Manse... leaving the Eclipse to socialize with the Fae!
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| − | '''Ryshassa: ''' "Let us meet up some other time then," Ryshassa adds before Days breaks into the meat of his story, turning back momentarily towards the other two in a swish of dark hair and dragonfly-and-bamboo embroidered cloth. "I would like to hear more about all that happened as well, but more pressing matters must be attended to!"
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| − | "You owe me a lesson as well dear Cael, I hope you have not forgotten. Whenever it is convenient for you~" The last is said almost in a singsong before she quickly departs with the Prince.
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| − | === On the Zephyr... ===
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "So, there you are, surrounded by four mortals, yes?" Cael asks, to get the monkey back on track after the distractions of the others leaving, gently turning him around, leading him towards the Zephyr.
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| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' "Oh, yes! There I was, surrounded! The Boil was in such chaos, and I had gone out to see what I could see." He idly left out that he'd surprised them, as the best stories are the ones where the listener fills the rest in with his or her imagination! "Deadly beings, apparently trained in the arts of quick killing. But they were still little more than mortals, and I am... something a fair step above that."
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| − | Snow Monkey's smile widens, looking at Cael with an almost curious countenance, eyes darting up and down, left and right. "Their steps were too slow, and I laid three low with mighty swings of my weapon---this one here---before coming to bear on the fourth, a lovely young damsel bent on ending my story abruptly." He taptaps the strange twisted black-and-white staff wrapped around his waist, the animal-head ends presently locked together. "But..."
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| − | '''Cael: ''' The monkey apparently has Cael almost rapt with his narrative of the events that transpired those few days or weeks ago, leading him towards the silver and blue ship standing in the square ahead.
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| − | "But surely she did not, for you are here to tell this tale to me ...?"
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| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' "Well! On a whim, I figured that I needed to know what was going on. So I reached out!" His hand snaps out and back in with the speed of a cobra, fingers clawed. "I reached out and pulled away juuuust enough of her courage to get her to talk. She divulged much, and for her vital information I spared her life!" Days snickers, looking at his hand.
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| − | "It tasted ot hard training and the lash and nights going hungry, all hammered into a shell of perfect black steel. She is with me now... I found her after the fight and claimed her as a spoil of war. Besides, her fate would have been much worse had someone like the Dark Angel found her." Snow Monkey doesn't sound apologetic... simply matter-of-fact, like talking about the weather.
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "I'm sure." Cael says in a neutral tone, voice betraying no disapproval, but no encouragement either.He gestures to the Zephyr.
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| − | "Might I interrupt your tale of gallantry and soul eating to invite you aboard the Quicksilver Zephyr?"
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| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' "That you may----ooooooh."
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| − | The Child of Wyld Days beholds the skyship, taking a long moment to just stare at the marvel of Creation-based technology with the look of a child beholding a decidedly shiny and expensive toy. Finally, Monkey finds the words he's searching for.
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| − | "It's not a giant flying whale! That is so unbelievably amazing!"
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| − | '''Calisara: ''' "Whale? You are ''not'' getting any cookies!" Comes the voice from thin air, from swirling currents that ripple close to the hull. "But let me find my manners again... It will be a pleasure to see receive you, Prince of Chaos."
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| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' The Child starts, momentarilly... then chuckles, looking around for the source of the voice. "I must say... for being so dull, your treasures are quite surprising! But where are '''my''' manners? I appreciate your kind words, glorious Quicksilver Zephyr, and I shall enjoy being within your hull." A deep bow seals the deal, as it were.
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "She is, indeed, not a giant flying whale. Your powers of observation are stunning, Child." he says with a grin, and then steps aboard, leading the monkey up to the sunlounge, providing at present views over the ruined city.
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| − | "Show yourself to our guest now, Calisara my dear."
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| − | '''Calisara: ''' The winds join together on a whirlpool on the ground, next to the Zephyr...
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| − | The winds begun to rise, appearing... like slivers of silver.
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| − | Quicksilver spins in the air, and begins to weave a body in the tapestry of Creation. Her large eyes are quicksilver within beautifully-rounded pearls. Her lips, like glittering gems. Her body is pale like the fairiest, most sheltered child of the north, milky white. A generous body covered only in swirling paintings of silver, like sharp clouds in a windy day. The whisps of silver end in slivers of daggers at her hands, and she bows.
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| − | "It is a pleasure to meet you, honored guest."
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| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' Days bows back, although he notes the bedaggered hands with amusement and a whipping tail that thumps against the ground. ''Ever-ready to deal with an unwelcome guest, I see! '' Rising, Snow Monkey takes a long moment to admire the ship-spirit in the most blatantly in-depth manner he can muster, mainly to determine just how squeamish the god-thing was.
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| − | "Impressive! Really, it is! I should try something like that one of these days when I am bored and shaping a new form for myself."
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| − | '''Calisara: ''' Calisara basks on the attention, and as Days watches, spins around her own axis, to allow him to view the full extent of her lithe body... smiling and winking at Cael, stopping at a pose she knew Cael liked her to be on.
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| − | '''Cael: ''' Cael eyes her appreciatively, approvingly.
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| − | "That would be ... interesting to see, Child of Wyld Days, I am sure." He says, looking the Monkey's own appearance up and down. "But please, come inside."
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| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' "Lead the way, my good man! Lead the way! I am certain there is much more for me to behold here." He turns his focus onto Cael, and can only smirk cryptically before following along like a good little boy.
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| − | ''I do believe I like this one already! ''
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| − | '''Cael: ''' Cael smiles, leading the fairy up and through the Zephyr to the sun lounge, the large crystal windows showing ruined city, and the diamond tree on the hill from them.
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| − | He settles himself into one of the comfortable chairs there, and gestures around the room, two cases of curios from all Creation standing there, and a plethora of seats "Please sit, if you wish."
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| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' Snow Monkey seems to pace about, looking for the right chair to sit in. One is chosen... but he promptly rises out of it, a look of mild displeasure on his face. He sits on another... then rises again. Finally, he seems to settle into one chair, getting comfortable quickly. "Aaaaaah.... there had been a most fine behind parked in this one some time ago, I do believe! So..." Leaning back and resting his arms over his head, the Monkey Atop The Dragon regards Cael with an amused expression. "Tell me... where in all this glorious, insane mess do you and this vessel fit in?"
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| − | '''Cael: ''' Cael obvserves the monkey's seat shifting antics with amusement, passing no comment, even after the monkey has settled itself merely a grin that lifts the corners of his mouth, makes his eyes sparkle.
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| − | "Oh ... my part in all this? Mostly I seem to run people here and there and everywhere, though lately I've found myself involved in battles with two seperate armies. Between that and the flying around, I've been quite busy."
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| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' The word 'battles' makes the Monkey's smooth, featureless brass 'eyes' gleam with a momentary hunger that cannot be put into words. Even his posture shifts, both on a physical and spiritual level, if only for a moment---Victorious Monkey raises up within him, and the raksha goes from alluring to dangerous and back again without so much as a sound.
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| − | "... well! Perhaps I went to the wrong place, although Alexander did need some additional assistance. Still... battle.... ooooh, I must have missed so much!"
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "BattleS, Monkey." he says, quite aware that the subject of battles seems to thrill the monkey ... perhaps he seeks to make the fae jealous?
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| − | "I have seen two great armies fall, have helped them fall."
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| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' If provoking jealousy is his goal... it's working. Snow Monkey leans forward, arms on knees and eyes narrowed in concentration. "Tell me about these battles, these armies. I am curious to hear about your tales of valour and courage."
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| − | ''Do not fume do not fume you'll get your turn do not fume do not fume''
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| − | '''Cael: ''' And so Cael begins to spin his own tales of glory and of valor, though he starts in the heat of it as it were, and as he speaks, golden words dance from his fingers, pictograms and sentances, adding to the narrative, highlighting key events.
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| − | It begins, of course, with hundreds of origami birds riding on the thermals above a field of the dead.
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| − | and it ends, in the only way it can, a man in crimson armour, fending off all the Angels.
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| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' ''He can shape Creation. ''
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| − | ''He can '''shape Creation. ''' ''
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| − | Jealousy becomes a sudden spike of intense frustration, and it becomes obvious to the faerie that he sits before an Exalt or God, perhaps even another Sunchild. The veil of honest curiousity and interest is all that keeps the frown bubbling up inside from coming into view. Like bile in the throat, Snow Monkey swallows his irritation and paves it over with a sea of smiles and nods.
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| − | "... a most fascinating tale!"
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "Why thank you, Child Of Wild Days." he says, apparently unaware of the cloud of jealousy he has created.
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| − | "Though I am most rude for speaking out of turn. I do believe you had just discovered information of great import?"
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| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' ".... ah! Right, yes! It was a most devious plot! The Iron God's brother has planned a trap of a most dangerous sort, but... needless to say, I was gracious enough to share what I had learned. This led to a quite exhilirating showdown... atop a mad stone dragon, I held back the wrath of that damned god-traitor and defeated one of his more capable aides! Twice, it seems... damned assassin trickery. But after that, it was all rather cut-and-dry. Mop up the remainder, clean out various nests, act heroic. Quite satisfying!"
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| − | ''... but not as much as facing down an army or two. ''
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "It sounds thrilling." Cael says, honestly enough. He'd heard only the barest details of the fight from Vorpal, from Selina, from Fiona, after the largest battle. It had sounded quite impressive then, too.
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| − | "Though, the Boil is quite some distance from the larger patches of the Wyld, so if I might enquire, what does bring you so far from the Wyldlands, Child?"
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| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' "A little bird told me of war and glory. And I came here seeking it."
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| − | He leans back again, the bubbling envy starting to fade, albeit slowly. "It is my nature to dare Creation in search of my destiny and story, and so far I have found things to be acceptable, if not as I would like for them to be. But..." He smiles, baring fangs. "All things in time. All things in time, and I have quite a large amount of that."
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "I'm sure that you do." he nods to the faerie monkey.
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| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' "It begs the question, though... what are you?" The request is short, sweet, and blunt. "I need to know, although I already have an idea what you might be, friend Cael. Still, it would ease my mind to make sure." ''That I'm surrounded by shining ones. How in the world am I going to stand out?! This is going to take some work... ''
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "What am I?" Cael smiles mysteriously, and then a silver-gold disk appears on his forehead, a ring of golden text flowing into visibitly around it, old realm characters through the langauge is unknown.
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| − | And as it does, Days feels Heaven take a little more notice in the room, the slightest hint of pressure on him, on his Heart.
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| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' He can't hide the wince. The pressure is real, the hinted-at wrath of Heaven is real, the danger is all too real. The pacts ingrained into the Hearts of all raksha burn deep within what serves at the Child's soul, and once again, he cannot help but feel a sudden sting of frustration. The very cyst on his right arm seems to visibly squirm under this new feeling, and it's all that the Child can do to not betray more than mild unease.
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| − | "You know not because you ask not. And now I know."
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| − | '''''And once again you see, True Monkey. Once again you see that this place has no room for us, save as a convenient scapegoat or an amusing pet. We waste our story here, amongst the slaves of the Incarna, and you waste your hopes on the gamble that when it matters, they will care. '''''
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| − | ''They will care. I will make them care, if I have to march into Heaven and strangle Gaia herself until she relents her stupid curse. They will CARE, and I will prove myself/you/everyone wrong. ''
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| − | '''''Foolish Monkey. '''''
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| − | "My assumptions were correct."
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "My apologies." He says, extinguishing the mark glowing on his head, as the Monkey winces, the pressure growing less.
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| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' "Not need to apologize. You are what you are." Days merely shrugs, relaxing once more. "Besides, you're playing it smart. Trusting a faerie is risky in and of itself, yes?"
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "Without a Faeries 's word, and even with one, of course. It is not a risk I worry myself with over much, though. There is risk in trusted everyone, if you wish to be paranoid enough."
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