Fantasy The Shadow of The Seal

[Klown]

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Quill assumed the role of a docile marionette beneath Seer’s probing gaze. Strings slacked at the disposal of the imposing woman who circled her as if she were a prey animal. If Quill hadn’t drawn the comparison before, she’d definitely drawn it now. There was a flighty anxiety to her, albeit her reserved countenance betrayed no inkling of the sort. Quill’s fear of Seer built its foundations upon her gratefulness towards her, drawing more from the anxieties of not meeting expectations than being eaten alive.

Seer’s question tugged the string of Quill’s marionette body, her bowed head lifted at the inquiry’s audacious implication. Confusion doesn’t present itself in a furrowed brow or curled lip. Rather, it made instruments of Quill’s eyes, striking sterling steadily dissecting Seer’s bearing. Was it an honest question? Was Seer angry with her? Had Quill acted in a way that might’ve convinced her of such impudent duplicity?

Beneath her cloak, her fingers busied themselves with the buckles of the Echobinder’s carrier, craving something familiar. Something safe. Not that the Echobinder lent much in regard to safety, but it was comforting in its familiarity if nothing else.

“With all due respect, which is more than mountains can carry, you’ve misunderstood, mistress.” Quill spoke softly again, her throat achingly complaining with each syllable. “Not even my subconscious would dare entertain the thought. Both from my lack of interest in the position and the precarious pact with my tome.” She bowed her head a second time, a slight respectful tilt. “There is no replacing someone such as yourself.”​

 

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"I have failed you in this labyrinth of my mind..."

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In theory, Kygo had perused the spine of every book on the left side of the aisle and hadn't found what he was looking for. But in truth, he'd quickly realized that this section was unlikely to have the book he wanted and had continued to scan the titles anyway, barely registering any of the words he was seeing.
At least he was effectively sheltered from most of the Library's guests, and the sounds that did filter down the aisle were easily manageable, so he wasn't exactly eager to move.

Still, without any interest in the books around him, Kygo was forced to accept that he couldn't linger here all day.
He glanced down the aisle and watched a few people cross back and forth through the main hall, each one looking as if they had a reason to be here and knew where they were going.
His mouth curved downward at the reminder that all he had to do was approach a librarian and ask them where the book was: then he would be able to just sit and attempt to read in peace for the rest of the day, doing research he had been intending to do for weeks now.
Instead he stubbornly pressed his hands into his pockets and paced back toward the center of the Library to continue searching on his own.

This approach was about as likely to take the whole day, anyway, and it would give him the slight exercise of walking around.

Like a...spoiled house cat.

His mood worsened slightly.

Kygo slowed to a standstill at the end of the aisle, keenly listening for evidence that peace had fallen and he could safely wander.
He heard Navon's presence again and, this time, spotted his familiar figure at the center table. A flicker of relief threaded through him, but hesitation quickly followed when Navon's earlier tone circled through his mind again.
There was the distinct possibility that he would trip directly into a whirlpool of sharp-tongued advice that he wasn't quite in the mood to hear: his feet carried him forward anyway.

Kygo's eyes didn't lift from the floor until the pair of dusty boots came into view and he was standing before the other assassin, leaving a comfortable distance between them as he looked up to meet that steady amber gaze.
He couldn't read anything from Navon's expression, aside from the restless tension in his posture, but Kygo decided the risk was reasonable and let himself hope for a diversion from his needlessly tedious search.

He shrugged his shoulders slightly upward and tilted his head, trying to ask the familiar question without needing to speak.

Want to spar?

It was, perhaps, a bit soon to expect non-verbal communication to work, but something about Navon's posture gave him the feeling that he was looking for a similar change of pace to the day and there would be a good chance of receiving the answer he wanted.
Rather than loping straight to the training room, though, Kygo managed to outlast his own eager anticipation to wait respectfully for the response.

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GRIM REAPER,

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?

CHAPTER 1.

Roan Duskraven is a changeling; they will be addressed as Fennec Sunshadow until further notice.​

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Unsurprisingly, Kalin saw through his innocent act.

"Now, I can either surmise that the cookie was either one I had given to you, or it was one you stole. The latter being the more possible answer.”​

A smirk adorned his face. His russet eyes glimmered with pure mischief. "Oh, I stole it," Fennec replied blithely. He placed his quill behind his ear and set his parchment paper to the side. His silvery hair was a stark contrast to the glossy black feather. "Your cookies taste more delicious when they're stolen," he pointed out. He retrieved a blank parchment paper from his satchel. "When you can't cook, you get creative."

It was a blatant lie. Despite his proclamation, Fennec was a great cook. For instance, he made a delicious chicken dumpling stew and blueberry pie. However, since he preferred his friend's cooking, he pretended to be absolutely helpless in the kitchen.

Only those close to him get a taste of his real cooking.

“Peanut butter, eh? And what have you done that deserves such a succulent treat to be made? Especially just for you, Fennec?”​

Fennec tilted his head and pointed at himself. "Because I'm fucking adorable and deserve nice things like peanut butter cookies?" he replied shamelessly.

Reaper barked in response.

"Don't give me that sass, it's the truth!"

The direwolf merely stared.

"Ignore him, he's delusional," Fennec grumbled.

“But I am curious as to what ‘productive’ work you have done, Fen?”​

He hummed. "Oh, it's nothing..." He glanced at the sequence of runes sketched on the parchment paper next to his satchel. The ink was almost dry. "Just a little project I'm doing on the side. I want to expand my knowledge on earth magic," he elaborated. It was technically the truth. Fennec started the project with the goal of strengthening a certain terran artifact in his possession. "Just because I got expelled at the academia doesn't mean I neglect my studies. I never gave up on learning."

“Was it in relation to your runes? If so, you have still yet to teach me about those. You know I’ve held such an interest in them for a while now.”​

His gaze sharpened. "Is that so?" His initial amusement faded. An insidious thought entered his mind. Does Kalin know his secret? For a moment, he resembled a calculating assassin analyzing his next target, not a mischievous trickster obsessed with peanut butter cookies. "I don't remember promising to teach you..." His voice dropped an octave lower. Fennec removed the quill from his ear and twirled it between his fingers.

His hackles were raised. He saw the way Kalin gazed at his runes journal. He knew that Kalin knew that the journal belonged to Roan, not him.

'But you aren't Fennec, liar,' a voice hissed in his ear.

Fennec pointedly ignored the dark whispers. "Why do you want to learn?" he inquired.

Reaper sensed the shift in demeanor and whined. He trotted back to his master and nudged his side with his snout.

"I'm fine, Reaper," he murmured. He absentmindedly switched to Elvish.

“As for getting kicked out by Bookie, I’m honestly shocked he hasn’t suspended you for longer. With as much noise and complaints you make on a daily basis.”​

Silence washed over the table. Suddenly, a barking laugh escaped his lips. A familiar carefree grin adorned his face. It was reminiscent of the old Fennec. All traces of his cold ruthlessness vanished. "That's easy..." He draped a hand over his familiar's head and stroked his silvery fur.

"I'm Bookie's favorite. He can't stay mad at me."

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Jason Elvesh​

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Time seemed to pass a bit slower for the half Giant. One of his little quirks to be sure. Once he got locked into something, it was hard for him to notice anything else. Currently tapping into his old hyper fixation of botany to ensure that this wonderful bouquet of vampire lilies he got looked as best as possible. It was honestly fascinating to watch such a brutish looking man so tenderly move and adjust the flowers until he got it just the way he wanted it. By the time he was finished it didn't look bad. By no means was it professional level, but it would definitely pass for a well-made centerpiece. The beautifully made vase complemented the rare and exotic blooms rather nicely. He accented with a few pretty looking weeds he had found on the way to the library. All in all it was well put together and he couldn't wait to show Quill. Maybe these would bring that radiant smile back to her face.

Jason finally stood up, taking the Arrangement he worked so diligently on into his hand. Once again using his impressively sized hand to do some ginger work. It was a pretty well-sized flower arrangement, sitting in the palm of his hand it seemed so minuscule. He made sure to keep a good grip on it without breaking his hard work. Keeping an eye on it as he moved around the library. He used his other hand to cover it and make sure that no one could see it before the one he made it for, also making sure that it wouldn't break. Unfortunately, despite not being clumsy, places like this weren't exactly built for someone his size. Accidents happen a bit more frequently than he cared to admit.

In the middle of his search for Quill he stopped. Seeing the unmistakable, icy cold gaze of Saphielle. A smile formed on his face as he saw her. She was one of the only people he could genuinely talk to about his situation regarding Quill. He knew that she had a.....mixed reputation and a less than stellar option of a lot of people, but the big lug always viewed her as a close friend and it helped that Mumbasa and Eona got along well.

Jason stopped in front of her. Despite his more impressive size it was clear that she was the more intimidating of the two when it came to personalities. His hands were still clasped in front of him, gently holding the vase of rare flowers in a way that kept them hidden from others. The half giant leaned down a little bit, always trying to talk to her from a lower level to show a bit of respect. It wasn't nice to constantly look down on people, even though it was something he couldn't really control "Good day Saph. How are you and Eona today? She and Mumbasa haven't played in a while and he misses his friend." From behind his visor his eyes studied his friend's face. He had become quite good at understanding what she was thinking through her facial expressions. It was some of the only information he could get from her. He tilted his large head, an inquisitive look upon his face "Is something wrong? You seem.....a bit perturbed."

 

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Îstoire – The Glutton

The Library | Kidem

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The Seal needed to work on the library’s accessibility. They could install a few ramps perhaps, or a lift. Better yet, two lifts. One for each side of the library.

Frankly, it was criminal that the entirety of the Seal wasn’t wheelchair accessible. How were merfolk expected to access the higher floors? The answer, obviously, was to transform; but…human legs…ew…

They were just so…bland and toe-y. Not at all like the elegance of merfolk tails. Actually, wouldn’t the library be better off with a series of sea-lanes? Îstoire paused. Had he…accidentally come up with a brilliant idea? Yes, he believed he had. Sea-lanes made a great deal of sense.

Consider the benefits, they were astounding! For one, it would allow accessibility to all races. Two, water was very navigable you could swim left, right, up, down—they could simplify the library’s layout by removing complicated arches and spirals designed to fit stairs and railings. Three, water was cheap and plentiful; by doing away with wood the Seal would save an untold number of coin in material cost! It was perfect! Îstoire resolved to prompt Bookie about this architectural oversight.

Unfortunately, until the Grand Library embraced superior sea-lanes, Îstoire was stuck struggling up the stairs, wheelchair and all. He cleared the final flight with a faint perspiration on his brow. Why couldn’t people stick to the lowest level of the library?
Between the bookshelves Îstoire found his target,

”Scarlett.”

The Joker, as she was known, was Îstoire entire reason for being here instead of at the tavern, sampling their latest dish.

”Aricia.”

Scarlett’s company deserved a greeting as well; after all, without Aricia being as loud as she was, Îstoire wouldn’t have been able to find them as easily.

”I haven’t the faintest what you plan to do with these, but as requested…”

Three boxes came out of Îstoire’s carry-on, three modified jack-in-the-box toys enchanted with a bit of animation magic to meet Scarlett’s needs…whatever those may be.

”Three enchanted jack-in-the-boxes. They accept two commands: the first determines the direction they move in and how far the move, and the second determines how long it takes for them to spring.”

Îstoire presented the trio of trinkets,

”Here, test one out.”

 

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Kalin

The Refugee

Chapter 1:

“Your cookies taste more delicious when they're stolen.”

Kalin let out an exasperated sigh at Fennec’s defense. “They are not any different than the normal cookies that are made or handed out. Besides, other than the Pillars, you are the only one that knows I make the cookies.”


“Because I'm fucking adorable and deserve nice things like peanut butter cookies?”

Kalin let out a snorted chuckle, “Do you? Really? You are adorable and sweet? Yea, right. I’ve known you for quite a while, Fennec. You’re not sweet. Adorable, well, Roan found you such. Others, it’s debatable.”

Kalin chuckled at Reaper's disagreeing bark. “Correct, Reaper. Truer words have never been spoken.” Kalin smiled and petted him softly.

"Just a little project I'm doing on the side. I want to expand my knowledge on earth magic.”

“Earth magic?” Kalin raised a brow. “You’re Earth magic has always been quite proficient. At least, it’s been better than my fire magic.” Kalin flicked his finger and lit a small flame and quickly snapped it out.

"Just because I got expelled at the academia doesn't mean I neglect my studies. I never gave up on learning."

Kalin chuckled and gave a, very, small smile. “I suppose that’s fair. I am constantly learning new things, myself.”

As Kalin’s eyes drifted back down to Fennec, he noticed the sharp and icy glare. His eyes wandered through the figure of his friend. He took a mental note of the immediate tensing of his shoulders, the tone of his voice, everything. “Did I say something wrong? I thought you and Roan had discussed runes in the past and after his…unfortunate passing, I had asked if you would teach me what he taught you. But, I understand the grief probably made you forget the interaction,” Kalin asked cautiously. Perhaps he was a bit too forward in his suspicions. He himself had tensed up at the situation. He was worried his “friend” might do something drastic.

"I'm Bookie's favorite. He can't stay mad at me."

Kalin relaxed as Fennec gave a bright smile. “Really? If I didn’t know any better, I would say you are on the lower end of the favoritism scale,” Kalin teased as he gave a true cocky grin. This was closer to how his “friend” normally acted. Perhaps his suspicions were unwarranted, but still..In the back of his mind, something was telling him this wasn’t the same Fennec from 2 years back. Whatever it was, it didn’t matter at that moment.

Kalin’s smile slowly faded and he let out a breath of air. “Fine, I suppose I can make you a batch of peanut butter cookies. However, I do have one condition. If you are willing to help me better my magical prowess, I will make you a small batch of cookies afterwards. Cookies of your choosing. Fair?” Kalin asked, holding out a slightly clawed hand. His tail swayed happily at his friend’s cheerful mood.

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It wasn't unusual to see small crowds of people coming and going from the library, it was a hot spot after all. Not just for those who worked there, but civilians who were looking for a book to read. If anything, it made Lucas relieved to see the library so well used. Plus the crowds made it easier to blend in even with his height. Sure he very well could had taken a shady alley path, but they only offered so much cover and room for him. Plus he had to be careful how he moved, least he knock his companion off his shoulder.

The small hare shifter had made his shoulder a perch of sorts. Lunette was sitting within his scarf, watching those passing by with the same curious eyes he had. He glanced at the hare shifter that had made herself comfortable on his shoulder. It wasn't the first time she had insisted on this, and wasn't the last he was sure. It had been something she asked often whenever they traveled together. It was odd at first to get used to, but Lucas was never to one to turn down one's company. If anything it's what helped the two make quick friends.

She never told him why she liked to sit on other's shoulders than just walk in either of her other forms. Though if he was to be honest, he had assumed it was a height thing. Perhaps a way to avoid getting bumped around in the streams of people as they moved about the library. Lucas wasn't sure as even if he was bumped into, it hardly budged him. It was a advantage to his stature he supposed.

He never bothered to ask her either. He learned quickly bringing up height was a sure way to get a harsh lesson in a spar later on. Despite Lunette's kind nature, he knew she could sure hold a grudge and he knew better than to get on her bad side.

Walking into library he quickly took note of fellow agents. The one's that he had worked with before were the easiest to notice, though there were a few other's he remembered as well. His eyes briefly settled on Bookie's usual spot and he gave the man a smile and nod. Being sure that Lunette was visible on his shoulder. It was easy to tell it was her after all, it wasn't everyday you saw a hare with such a unique fur pattern. Well, it wasn't everyday you would see a hare sitting on a person's shoulder. So He supposed it wasn't hard to put two and two together.

When he made it to the center table, he gave a glimpse to 'Today's Recommendations' and frowned. An uneasy feeling settled into his chest. It wasn't all that often that not a single soul got a mission. Any time the list was empty of signature titles, Lucas always thought of it as calm before the storm. Even someone as optimistic as him couldn't shake that feeling. He threw a glance to his friend, but it was hard to tell if she had any reaction. He wasn't an animal whisperer and she wasn't able to communicate much in this form.

Lucas set the list aside and made his way to the upper levels, searching for a relatively secluded spot so he could give her space for her to shift back. Thankfully there was a table they could sit and speak at that way away from prying eyes and ears of the crowd below. Though that wouldn't stop him from being careful from what he said. You could never be too careful in the land of spies.

"The list didn't have many of the usual titles. Any opinions ? It's not usual to have such a small selection." He paused and looked around carefully. "Feels odd, not having any work scheduled either. Maybe I've become too used to it. I feel restless when nothing is happening. " It was true. Not having mission to plan for or prepare for felt odd. There's been plenty of days where they had time off but it didn't make it any easier on the mind.

"Though the library seems busy as ever. Maybe even more lively than yesterday." It was an observation as he plucked a book from a nearby shelf. From their vantage point they could see quite a bit and Lucas had to admit it did look quite full on the lower floors. He was pretty sure he saw Seer speaking to a few agents off to the side. Lucas was certain he saw Navon walking away from them, but he couldn't really tell what they were talking about. "Definitely more lively that yesterday." He added, easing into the seat he had taken.

He gave Lunette time to shift and observe the environment on her own, flipping through the book he had grabbed. Something about architecture or something.

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ricia hummed along to Scarlett’s words, enjoying the performance she put on with each word. Since the two first met, they’ve been able to match each other's energy. She was a kindred spirit Aricia was glad to have by her side, especially when she validated her dramatics.

She welcomed Scarlett’s touch and linked their elbows together. Looking down in amusement as Scarlett announced her hunger. Food didn’t sound half bad. Eating at The Seal seemed like a chore. The energy in the room was melancholic after her fellow agent's outbursts. Maybe they could leave, Aricia could don an easy disguise and they could stroll the markets. There were still plenty of foods Aricia hadn’t tried, ones Scarlett could introduce her to.

”Perhaps we could-” yet another gasp interrupted her words as Scarlett’s arm pulled from hers. A familiar Forest Elf stood in front of her, an unsettled look on her face that was quickly sealed as she bowed her goodbye. Aricia’s curiosity was piqued. The Ice Queen was rattled, no doubt by the loud exchange that occurred earlier. Ever the snooper, Aricia was half tempted to go bother her. But she and Saphielle were not close, and the thought of food with Scarlett had made her empty stomach more known as time passed on.

Any attempts at getting her and Scarlett out of the library were halted again at Îstoire’s arrival. It reminded Aricia just how different this place was compared to the Belwick Manor. Where empty hallways and silent servants left Aricia miserable, The Seal was nothing but entertaining. Agents sat in every corner, ready to disturb Aricia at a moment's notice. She wasn’t complaining, no, but she’d like to get a word out or two before the next disturbance.

”Îstoire! My, it seems I have the company of everyone today! Yours more appreciated than most.” She shot him a smile before her attention was caught. She eyed his craftsmanship silently, leaning over Scarlett’s shoulder and pushing her curls out of her face.

”What purpose is this for, exactly? Should I expect a few fellow agents shouting in fear in the near future?” Her smile grew, and she stood upright, hooking her hands behind her back. ”If so, I have a few targets I’d like to request.” She tilted her head, voice full of mirth.

"A bird flew by, saw what I'd done..."

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Navon
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With little else to do to keep his mind busy, Navon had hoped that some people would be sparring in the training area and he could study their move sets. currently, he'd studied those of most of the Agents within The Seal. A few were far more complex, causing him to replay the film in his mind several times to be able to understand what was happening. There were also a few that, even though he had seen and understood, his body wasn't physically able to copy. Then, there were the incredibly few, those in a class of their own. Those whose moved he had seen yet, despite running the simulation in his mind seceral dozen times over, he could not figure out how to counter. However, the more he sparred with them, the closer he got to figuring those ones out - it was just a matter of time.

In fact, he had hoped that it would be one of the few that he didn't know how to counter that would be in the Training Room today. Perhaps he'd be able to learn from whoever they were sparring against. He had prepared himself to start heading that way when he heard footfalls that were growing louder toward him, as if someone was walking his way.

Curiosity caused him to turn his head to see who was approaching and the faintest hint of a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Kygo, huh? The boy only ever wanted one thing. And it was something Navon would always be happy to give. Kygo was also one of the few who, despite clearly not enjoying it, actually listened to the words Navon said rather than allowing himself react emotionally. Part of him had wanted to chide the boy in a softer tone, due to his hearing abilities, but the real world would not be so kind.

At Kygo's gesture, Navon couldn't help the small laugh that escaped him, shaking his head in amusement. The kid was almost as spar-hungry as Navon himself. Navon nodded his head in the direction of the training room, an agreement to the offer and then began walking in the direction, knowing that Kygo would follow.

"Are you sure?" Navon teased. "You have yet to secure even a single victory. Why spar if it will likely end the same?" A test, of course. The boy would not last long if he let himself be discouraged or be riled up by the taunting of an opponent. In a fight, but excitement and dejectedness needed to be treated as strangers. While the boy hadn't yet won a fight with Navon, with each session, Navon was needing to try a little harder in their fights. If he kept this up for much longer, Kygo would undoubtedly grow into one of the best fighters Navon had ever trained. As an agent, however...well, there was little hope for Kygo as Navon himself had a lot of growing to do as an agent himself. Especially in the communication department. But that was an ocean to cross another day. For now, he would entertain the request for a spar.

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Seer laughed. It was a laugh that seemed to float on the air. One that was light and sounded like the drizzle of raindrops on a tree. However, despite the laugh, the pressure on Quill never lifted. Unfortunately for the fae, if anything, the pressure seemed to increase.

"Darling, you'll learn that I never misunderstand. I'm always right in the end - even if you don't know it yet." Seer stopped her stalking at the mention of Quill's tome. She now stood right in front of the girl, her imposing height causing her to bend her neck slightly. She was now close enough that she towered over the girl and her shadow fell over her.

"Ah, yes. Your tome. The very thing that could drive you to come for my position. Specialises in mind magic, unassuming at first glance, a mystery to all." She laughed again. "If I were another, I might even be jealous."

Seer's gaze moved naturally to where Quill's fingers were fidgeting with the buckles of the tome, almost as if the cloak his no movements and she knew exactly where it was. "Ah, there's the infamous thing. Show it to me."

Seer stretched for her hand for the Echobinder. There was no room in her gesture or tone for a misunderstanding that her statement had been a request. Rather, it was a direct command. "Even without touching it, I can feel it's audacity. It appears it needs to be put in its place."

Seer didn't know for sure that the Echobinder would compell Quill to come after her position. However, she knew the greed of psychic magic and knew that, left unchecked, it could become a problem. As Quill figured out how to use and - in time - control the Echobinder, Seer understood that there was a need for someone to establish dominance over whatever magic controlled the book. Otherwise, when it became a problem...and it would become a problem...there'd be nobody able to bring it back under control.

Seer was known for moments like this. Moments where she'd say something so random and out of the blue that it seemed both ridiculous and unrealistic. However, her comments, as improbable as they sound, came from years upon years of experience that had given her insight. Her insight had saved The Seal many times in the past, but she rarely used it for Agents. However, this little flower in front of her had caught her attention.

She held an interesting amount of promise but, more than that, Seer was intrigued by her innocence. It was rare that she found such child-like innocence within an Agent, and part of her wanted to protect it in Quill. She could feel Bookie's gaze watching the interaction and knowing that he wouldn't let her live this down caused her to internally roll her eyes.

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Wind and Words.

We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.

CHAPTER ONE.

The woman thought of all kinds of foods her and Aricia could eat. There were many food stalls she wanted to try with many more she wanted to share with her. It excited her to share food with someone again. Just before she could suggest a place, the sudden bump displaced her footing and almost fell forward. Catching herself holding onto Aricia was a huge help. Scarlett turned towards the person who bumped into her, only to find herself speechless from the aura they carried.

Saphielle, The Seals pinnacle of grace and ice. Many agents refer to her as the ‘Ice Princess’, whether it be to mock her or fear her — Scarlett idolized her. She was an aurora of blues that left you speechless in her wake, and that is how she felt when the woman pardoned herself from running into the girl.

“It’s okay…” Scarlett replied, only her words never took sound. She continued to gaze the woman’s way awestruck.

It seemed that her attention from one person to another was popular today. The scent of sea salt and wheels creaking moved her attention to the merman himself, Îstoire. One of the more reserved Agents she has come acrossed, but was drawn by their craft and skills, nonetheless. She looked down, gracing him a warm smile and a nod.

“Ah, good afternoon Îstoire~,” she replied kindly.

Dark eyes twinkled at the sight of the three modified jack-in-the-box toys. She placed the gift she received from Aricia in her pocket ready to take the items she requested. The box was an awkward feel, but until she can get a small bag to hold everything it will have to do.

“They accept two commands: the first determines the direction they move in and how far they move, and the second determines how long it takes for them to spring.”

Scarlett gave a nod to the directions.

“Here, test one out.”

Lifting one up and observing the work Îstoire had done with delicate hands. She was pleased with the work as idea’s began to form in her mind.

”What purpose is this for, exactly? Should I expect a few fellow agents shouting in fear in the near future? If so, I have a few targets I’d like to request.”

Scarlett giggled from Aricia’s reaction. Shaking her head she began to explain, “Not this time silly bear. During one of my previous missions I had a bit too close of a call and it has been bothering me since then. So I requested the brilliant Îstoire to make me this! Hopefully if it works how I want it to…..”

Grabbing one she used her nail to etch in a symbol at the bottom of the box. With some fiddling, she used her magic for an opening and to test it she used the tea leaves Aricia got for her. Her fingers rubbed the leaves into a powder and closed it, she approached a nearby table setting it near the edge. Her first command was for it to go in their direction following with the second command for it to spring in 8 seconds. Hopefully it will go as planned, but it wouldn’t hurt to try for the first go. She began to spin the handle and smiled at the music coming out of the box. Backing up she stood by with the others, clapping her hands to the beat.

“Round and round the cobbler's bench / The monkey chased the weasel / The monkey thought twas all in fun / Pop goes the weasel!” she sang.

Only to her dismay the jack-in-the-box didn’t pop open. She frowned knowing it would have been soon for an invention like this to go well on the first try. Her brows furrowed, head tilted left with her an arm crossed and finger resting on her chin. She snapped.

“Oh man~I thought it-”

POP!

A large puff of smoke came out of the jack-in-the-box with the strong sense of tea, apricots, and peaches suffocating nearby applicants. Scarlett counted the seconds delayed and added it to what she previously wanted. It was a four second delay, so in total it popped in a matter of 12 seconds. She coughed up a storm, but was happy with the result. Imagining the damage it could have done if it were a gunpowder or another form of powder for an escape. Sure, it needed a few tweaks but in a pinch, it could really help her.

“That was amazing Îstoire!” She praised the merman.

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  Quill ( Klown ) , Scarlett ( CrimsonInk ), Jason ( DeathUnchained ), Aricia ( lyn. ), Îstoire ( CloudySkyLoftyMoon )
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

Saphielle

The Insider

Eona huffed softly, giving a parting lick to her other favorite being in the group. Her fur brushed the faefolk's side as she turned, giving a parting growl at Seer cautiously, her daggers flashing as she trotted deeper into the library. Her ebony nose twitched as she lifted her head sniffing the air carefully before veering off, casually avoiding most other beings in the library as if a river flowed one way. Her claws clicked against the floor as she made her way to Saphielle's side, giving a soft whine to announce her presence. Her silver-blue orbs, which resembled liquid mercury flowing over glaciers on mountains, gazed carefully at Scarlett and Aricia, ignoring the third presence ... for now. Her tail brushed the ground as she settled herself next to Saphielle, a doggy-like smile as she gave a happy wag of her tail to Jason. Mumbasa was...after all, her favorite animal friend next to her mistress. She did enjoy Jason's company (well Mumbasa but wolves can't exactly speak now can they.) next to Quill. However first and foremost would always be loyal to her mistress.

Saphielle blinked for a hot second, cool demeanor like icicles dripping from a cave ceiling as she studied Scarlett for a second, eyes casually focusing on the girl before sliding to Aricia and she could tell that her icy demeanor seemed to grow even colder - almost similar to that of Navon for a second before she noted the third presence. Her tri-toned orbs carefully moved to Îstoire, her elegant and icy demeanor falling back into play easily as if a second skin.

"You okay?"

The icy princess hid the worry underneath her cool tone, her eyes scanning over Scarlett carefully. She gave the girl a slight nod, barely gracing the other two with a glance as she left the trio carefully behind her.

Of course, things were always not going the exact way she wanted them to - Saphielle ran into Jason next. Almost immediately her attitude shifted. Glaciers thawed to trickles of water, and dark tri-toned orbs went from deep, mysterious forests to nearly a northern lights effect - lightening slightly as she shifted her weight a bit. Eona's weight next to her leg was felt and elegant, manicured fingernails drifted down. Long nails scratching the wolf right where she needed it most. As soon as Jason asked her what was wrong, Saphielle huffed and rolled her eyes heavenward - letting her more... sassy side out as she crossed her arms and popped a hip out.

"What gave it away? My endless beauty?"

She snipped good naturedly as she let loose a slight smile before seriousness drifted across her face.

"Seer came to talk to Quill without me nearby. You know that when Seer asks you to do something - you do it... she doesn't ask... who am I kidding?!"

The sarcasm wove into her tone, accented voice taking on her natural accent as she fought to keep her worry clear of her stance.

"I don't know why she wants to talk to Quill, and Eona came back to me, and I just ... Uggggh You know how I am about Quill. She is literally the world to me. To us! And Seer sent me away ... and even had the absolute audacity to recommend me...ME, of all beings in this library to go spar with Navon... Navon! The very agent I hate with a passion!"

Saphielle had to rant for a second, her tone hushed and low so as not to draw attention as she paced back and forth. Her skirt swished with every movement as she paced, hair bright bright copper ginger as the light played over the strands, setting the strands alight like embers on a dying fire as she had to pause and take a breath. Her eyes closed, she grits her teeth, allowing Eona to press into her side for comfort - needing the support of her best friend and family member that had been with her through thick and thin. Her boots made ominous clicks against the floor as she continued her pacing back and forth. Almost like she would wear a hole in the floor.

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[DeathUnchained]

Jason Elvesh​

Location: Head Library
Mentions: Quill, Seer
Interactions: Saphielle

Jason listened to Saph as she spoke. Of course he took the time to smile at and pet Eona, taking extra care to keep the arrangement of vampire lillies hidden away. Of course he was a bit concerned. He didn't know all of the details, but he understood the basic gist of the relationship between Seer and Quill. It was not something he got in the middle of, but sometimes the relationship kind of bothered him. It wasn't something he could protect her from, much like with the ecobinder. He didn't do too well with things that he couldn't protect people from. It just made everything a bit more complicated.

Of course there was a gentle smirk on his face as she began to get sassy about sparring with Navon. It was a side that nobody really got to see from her, but he was lucky enough to count himself among the rare few that she could let loose with "I know you don't....care for him particularly, but maybe sparring is a chance for you. Either you can find something to like about him or the more prevalent option, it's an opportunity to beat him up a little bit."

He smiled at Eona. He leaned down and whispered "By the way, Mumbasa is by the fountain if you want to go play. I'm sure Saph won't mind."

Out by the fountain passerby's were treated to the lovely site of an elephant. Really large male bull elephant. He was a common sight around the city. Kids loved him because he let them swing on his tusks. Kids cheering and adults laughing as he sprayed a light mist over the crowd. Happy elephant noises and trumpeting all around. He lifted a few kids with his trunk, no one even worried about him as this was an everyday thing for them. Anytime they saw the elephant they knew they were fully allowed to play with him. He had become a staple around here as did his half giant owner.

Back inside the Library, Jason looked over to see if he could get his eyes on Quill. He didn't want to interrupt their conversation or to get her in trouble, but he did want to make sure that she was okay. Of course they both cared about her. She was probably the only person he could talk to about the situation. After a moment his visor covered eyes moved back to her "Is she okay? Did she seem okay today?"

 

[Shadow]

"I have failed you in this labyrinth of my mind..."

Kygo

The Shadow

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Lasalle Library, Training Room

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Navon
( Wyll )

Any of Kygo's prior grievances with the day began to slip from his grasp like grains of sand, and the brief laugh he had somehow drawn out of Navon helped to ease his mood further.
That knowing nod toward the training room only solidified his contentment, along with a quiet sense of satisfaction that he hadn't needed to make his query aloud.
He didn't let the memory of the last time that happened enter his mind; simply fell into step behind Navon when he made the first move toward the training room.

Kygo lengthened his stride only slightly to match Navon's pace and keep their footfalls in sync, an eager light flickering to life in his eyes as they walked.
Then, Navon's deep voice impacted his chest and seemed strong enough to render his earmuffs completely pointless, as always.

"You have yet to secure even a single victory. Why spar if it will likely end the same?"

Kygo's brows furrowed reflexively at the rumbling sensation caused by those words, but this time he only exhaled sharply out of a need to prevent a chuckle from bubbling up.

"I'll never win if I give up."

As usual, he spoke in a subdued tone, just above a whisper, in spite of the defiant edge threading through his voice.

It wasn't the only answer he could have given, but he wouldn't have known how to explain the relief he had found in sparring, and in the increasing familiarity of Navon's fighting style, in particular.
After all, losing to Guille during his initiation duel had lingered with him these past months, driving his interest in sparring the Pillar: but sparring with Navon was different, somehow, and his frustration from their matches was never caused by his inability to win.

Anyway, it also wouldn't do him any good to admit that sparring was the only method available to him for burning off his irritation, now that his contract with the Seal dictated which throats his blades could target.
There had been a lingering need to engage his adrenaline somehow, and it was...nice that sparring gave him a reliable outlet that didn't impact the population size of Kidem and get him into trouble with the Pillars.

So, when they neared the training room, Kygo's stress level had only gone down in anticipation of venting some aggression, and perhaps even getting one step closer to notching a win over Navon.
While it would never be quite as effective as the stakes on a mission, Kygo felt an instinctive focus beginning to draw itself up to the forefront of his mind, suppressing the sounds from the main hall of the Library until they were left entirely behind him.

Stepping into the training room, he only needed a moment to orientate himself to the thrum of activity before he turned his focus to the loose lengths of the tunic he wore: deft hands tied short strings to the loops in his pant legs and secured them tightly, reducing the chance of the fabric getting in his way while leaving his range of motion unaffected.

Then, Kygo glanced around the room before he returned to Navon's side, trying to gauge which area would offer the quietest space for training today.
He fully expected Navon to choose a more central location for 'extra concentration practice,' but he could at least hold out hope for a reprieve later on.

Coming to a stop beside Navon, he flicked his left wrist downward to free one of his karambit knives from his sleeve, then pulled one of the wooden short swords from the weapon rack.

"Which, today?"

he asked simply, holding up both weapons to articulate the rest of the question.

He usually preferred to wield his own blades at all times, even in a training match, but he had come to learn that there was some value to the blunt weapons when a fatality wasn't the intended outcome.
After all, a lapse in attention wouldn't immediately result in blood loss and an urgent run for bandages if the weapon was only capable of bruising in the first place.

He could appreciate that...especially since he was far more likely to make the mistake of losing focus than Navon was.
Whoever took the blow, he would be the one getting scolded for it, and he was keen to avoid that.

coded by reveriee.

 

[CloudySkyLoftyMoon]

Îstoire – The Glutton

The Library | Kidem

Mentions: Bookie, Aricia, Scarlett
| Tags: lyn. CrimsonInk

Be still my beating heart, Only the faintest waggle of his tail betrayed Îstoire’s elation. He might’ve blushed, but flushed cheeks would’ve been concealed by his darker tones. Rather than let Aricia’s courtesy and Scarlett’s praise go to his head (any more than it already had), Îstoire focused on the important.

”I’d be happy to make some for you Aricia, but…It’s difficult to standardize their effectiveness since everyone has differing amounts of magic and power; but, with a bit of practice I’m sure anyone could pin down how much magic concerts into how much distance moved.”

”The amount of magic you’ll need will also change with how much weight you’ve added to the Jack, powder isn’t much so the cost in negligible, but larger items will produce a noticeable difference. Speaking of, it doesn’t have to be a Jack-in-the-Box, I can enchant something more to your style.”

Îstoire ended with a pointed look towards Aricia, who he couldn’t really see running around with an assassin’s music box.

And what an assassin’s music box it was… The merman crinkled his nose at the aromatic effluvia and took note of the how the powder had spread,

”If you plan to do that often I can probably add a third inscription to adjust the strength of the spring, that should give you a bit more control over the spread.”

Color him surprised, he wouldn’t have thought to turn the mundane toy into a lethal weapon, but Scarlett’s demonstration was enough for the merman to connect the dots. Just replace the powdered tea leaves with poison and your targets wouldn’t even know how they’d died. Clever, but…

”It’s not exactly subtle., it it?”

The music, the mess, the box’s awkward waddle—the only part of this that lined up with an ‘assassin’s tool was its inconspicuous nature as a children’s toy. There was room for improvement. Perhaps a toggle to disable the music? Or wheels for smoother movement? No, more important than that even—

”Bookie’s going to have conniptions.”

On the shelves, in the shelves, between the book leaves, seeping into the wood—there was tea debris everywhere. It would be a nightmare to clean! Then again…that was another benefit to sea-lanes, no? Water was easy to clean, just flush and replace.

 

[lyn.]

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ingers tapped insistently on Aricia’s wrist, held tightly behind her back, scarcely hiding her impatience. Her attention span shortened by her empty stomach, noticeably still as she listened to Scarlett ramble on. Still, it didn’t take long for her focus to be caught. She frowned at the boxes' supposed failure, hand placed on Scarlett’s shoulder, already prepared to open her mouth and suggest they leave- until it popped!

She flinched harshly as smoke rose from the box, followed by a loud sneeze. No doubt the whole library heard that. She was beginning to get exhausted by all of these scares. Still, the box was impressive. It was a reminder that every agent was there for a reason, even if they were people Aricia could barely stand.

Îstoire, thankfully, was not one of them. “Your craftsmanship continues to impress.” She patted Scarlett’s back with her palm until the girl's coughing ceased.

With a flick of her hair, she waved a hand at Îstoire’s offer, “Ah, too much effort when I could just pop out of a doorframe and scream instead. I’ll leave these projects to Scarlett. She’s much more imaginative than me.” She much preferred to use her words to fool people. Poison in a drink is something Aricia will always value over all else. Especially when most other options end in blood being shed.

”It’s not exactly subtle, is it?”

She turned to Scarlett, head tilted as she considered Îstoire’s comment. “Perhaps you’re looking for a dramatic finish? I don’t doubt its effectiveness in that regard. It would definitely leave our enemies shocked.”

She looked at the mess before her and hummed. Were this to happen in the manor, maids would have already begun cleaning it up. Her family already notified of whatever transgression made the mess in the first place. The thought made a shiver run down Aricia’s spine, glad she was free of that hellscape for the time being. She couldn’t help but glance towards her skirt, thankful that no powder had found its way to the fabric, as if it would expose her involvement to anyone who cared. “As long as you’re not caught in the crossfire.”

”Bookie’s going to have conniptions.”

Aricia pursed her lips, “Then perhaps we should not be standing at the scene of the crime. I believe we were talking about food earlier?” Bookie was probably already aware. There were always eyes somewhere.

"A bird flew by, saw what I'd done..."

Aricia Belwick

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Kidem, Head Library

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interactions:

CrimsonInk CloudySkyLoftyMoon Mentioned: Bookie

 

[Wyll]

The Fire

Navon
Hara

The faintest of smiles found itself on Navon's face at Kygo's response. The recruit's tenacity was something to be admired - and something that would take him considerably far in this line of work. Unfortunately, tenacity alone was like firewood; a solid base to build upon. It could turn the smallest spark into a fire that would light a whole house. Yet, one its own, without a spark, it was useful for nothing more than taking up space and collecting dust. Thankfully, if Kygo had anything, he had a brilliant spark in him.

The very air around Navon seemed to change from the moment he stepped into the training room. It was as though . The smile that had once graced his face was now lost in an expressionless sea of laser focus. Even before the spar started, he was already studying Kygo. A film of his past fights with Kygo and some of what he had seen happen in field began playing in he head as he analysed patterns. Most, he already knew from their numerous fights and could probably respond to them without concerns.

However, Kygo was learning quickly. There was always something new whenever they'd fight. It was why, though he'd never admit it, he enjoyed sparring with Kygo: the recruit was more devoted to improving himself than most other Agents he knew.

When presented with both options, Navon's eyes moved from one to the other, considering his options. The most ideal situation would be for him to see Kygo at their best and, that way, give fully informed advice. However, a more beneficial...and several times more exciting idea came to mind.

Navon nodded his head towards the karambit knives, making his selection. And, as Kygo got ready, so did Navon. He slowed his breathing, , the sounds in and around the room seeming to fade into nothingness. In this moment, all Navon could process was Kygo. He did, indeed, lead the two to one of the more central areas for their practice, but was far too focused to pay that any more mind.

He pulled his daggers out and faced Kygo. One big breath in and then, as he let it out, he melted into a stance that perfectly mirrored Kygo's. From the way his shoulders would rise and fall with every breath, to the spacing between his hands and his body, even down to the angle between his feet, he was a perfect mirror of Kygo; the only difference being his weapons - although he even held his daggers as though he intended to use them like Kygo's knives. His daggers were longer and straighter - which came with advantages and disadvantages - but Navon was curious to see how Kygo would fare against his own move set. As Navon saw it, the only way Kygo could win this fight would be if he surpassed the level he was currently at which, after all, was the point of all this. He would be fine giving Kygo his first win if he could win against himself.

When Navon spoke, even his tone had changed. He'd brought it down to the same nigh-whisper as Kygo, the depth of his voice, however, still there. "Win by stop-short on a fatal hit or disarming. You may begin."

Mentions: Kygo ( Shadow )

 

[Klown]

Location: Head Library
Interactions: Seer Wyll
Mentions: Saphielle , Eona Talathel

Seer’s shadow was suffocating. A constricting coil forestalling Quill’s next breath. If her wholehearted trust hadn’t pooled in the palms of the Pillars, she might have feared for her life. Even so, should Seer kill her, Quill believed it’d be deserved.

She opened her mouth in rebuttal but elected against it. Swallowing the argument on her tongue to accommodate the Pillar’s venomously sweet laugh. It was the kind of laugh privileged only to those who were long-lived. The kind of laugh that made someone feel like a spindly newborn fawn on unsteady knees. A comparison not unfounded. So, when Seer spoke of the Echobinder having audacity, Quill didn’t question its validity but was instead shocked by the possibility.

Her fingers unclipped the latches of the book’s case and carefully slip it from its sleeve. The center of her cloak parts to reveal her pale arms, hands looking like they should barely be able to grapple the weight of the tome within them.

The Echobinder was a relic of black leather and gilded silver that flowed along its face like veins beneath skin. It bore no title nor author. At its center was a small, clear globe about the size of an eye. A faint mist rolled beneath it, swirling languidly.

Before she was even aware of it, the Echobinder is placed into Seer’s palm. Quill blinked, feeling like she’d begun a book from its final page. Her grip on the Echobinder lingered whilst her mind caught up to the present. To anyone else, it might’ve read as rebellion: Quill so utterly against Seer holding the tome that she couldn’t bear to part with it.

Her fingers delicately peeled off it and met with Eona, who offered a lick of farewell before wandering off in search of Saphielle, surely. The space Eona abandoned left Quill feeling exposed, suddenly more aware of the cold.

The Echobinder opened. Its pages a stained beige with uneven edges. Its writing was a scramble of indecipherable symbols that bled into each other to form new lines and curves. The ink moved in almost hypnotic patterns, a lulling pulse, an enticing sway. Daring Seer’s eyes to look deeper, daring Seer to comprehend it.

“How quaint.” There’s an unimpressed, mocking chime to Seer’s velvety laugh. Like an adult praising a child’s abominable art for its “creativity”. Her head tilted; one long, sharpened nail traced the scattered ink and held it hostage—a squashed bug—beneath her finger. “But parasites ought not to have ambition.”

A pinch of anxiety twisted Quill’s chest. Seer, as if expecting it, swiped her hand away from the tome just as it snapped itself shut, not to harm the woman’s hand, but to escape it.

There were millions of questions all clawing to be asked first, but in the cacophony of each one, all Quill could muster was a lackluster, “What…was that?”​

 

[Mypilot]

i am bound by the seal

Else clearly had snatched Cresley up right on time; a moment later and he was surely to have slipped away to waste the morning on…well, whatever it was he got up to when not working. They clicked their tongue at his mention of a ‘day off,’ evidently disagreeing on that part. However, they dipped their head just so at the mention of taking the discussion elsewhere. The central chamber was, after all, not a very secret place, made worse with the full bustle of the morning rush.

There was an astute pleasure, at least for Else, in standing amidst so much bustling activity and knowing you had an elevated understanding of what truly was happening within the pages. But that pleasure was only sustained when things didn’t bleed out of the lines, as it were. The trio of agents disturbing the peace—alerting Seer of all things—made a distinct frown appear on Else’s face. Perhaps they could be dismissed as patrons getting a little out of hand, and Else hoped this was the case. Common citizens had a tendency to excuse the unusual, a fact which often worked in their benefit.

Sidestepping away from the table, and hopefully guiding Cresley with them, Else moved just enough away from the group that had been causing a scene. The flow of traffic was a stream around them, people parting easily in a seamless transition from the front doors to the library within.

“Perhaps it would be wise to discuss work…elsewhere. Less ears to listen, more room to speak freely.” Else spoke with reluctant acquiescence, and they shuddered to think what sort of rowdy place Cresley likely had in mind. They tilted their head at Cresley, almost bird-like in their gaze. “But this is for work, not play. We have much to go over.”

They clicked long, elfen nails against their thigh in thought. In truth, they were not as…familiar with the city beyond their own home and the library. Sure, they new the streets by heart, could name by memory key locations and geographical landmarks, but places to rest? To have a quiet discussion? In this, Cresley likely had the upper hand. A daunting thought.

else

LOCATION: The Library entrance room

INTERACTIONS: Cresley

MENTIONS: Navon, Quill, Saphielle

TAGS: hery

code by valen t.

 

[Shadow]

info below!

Location

Lasalle Library, Training Room

Mentions

Wyll

Song

"The Arena"
By Lindsey Stirling

Navon Hara

& Kygo Akainen

A flash of energy ran through Kygo when permission was given to use his karambit blades, whether from excitement or worry he couldn't tell. Either way, he was determined to keep any distractions under his control, to avoid any lapse in focus.
He returned the wooden weapon to its place on the rack and drew his other blade, relaxing into the familiar feeling of the contoured handles fitting into his palms.

Navon began to slow his breathing, and without fully thinking of it, Kygo did the same. Slow inhales and long exhales dragging out the space within each second and articulating the connection between each small movement he made.
He walked to the sparring area Navon had chosen and allowed his next exhale to drift out in a gentle sigh as he took his place: opening his attention to the brief sensation of pure ambient noise surrounding him. The next inhale broke the spell and he felt the distinction between the sounds inside of the ring and those beyond it, then shifted his focus to the former.

Kygo instinctively lowered himself into a deep crouch, knives held loosely at his sides, as they readied themselves.
When he saw Navon assume the same stance, his eyes narrowed with a determined focus and he emptied his mind of assumptions about the techniques Navon might use; after all, he had been so soundly beaten by an unexpected move set in one of their previous training sessions that the lesson could never be unlearned.
Navon was unpredictable, and he needed to be ready to account for each strike as it came.

As Kygo waited for the signal to start the match, his breathing gradually fell into sync with Navon’s and his eyes widened at the calming effect that carried with it, as if a weight had been removed from him, one less burden to carry.
Without quite realizing it, his mind wandered for a moment, contemplating whether he would be able to keep their movements in perfect sync while they were fighting as well; it seemed unlikely, but the urge to know what that would be like tempted him.

There was a short delay before Kygo caught up to the words that had been spoken, but then he nodded once in acknowledgement.

"You may begin."

Navon understood Kygo to favor big, fast movements, aiming to overpower his enemies with a flurry of ruthless attacks. Navon also favored speed, but ruled in favor of fluidity over power. In a way, the two were similar in result but different in approach. Kygo’s style was more like the unforgiving waves of the sea crashing upon a rock until it broke apart, whereas Navon was more like the tide, flowing around the rock, wearing it out and probing for weaknesses, stripping its defenses until the rock collapsed.

True to form, Kygo grew impatient with himself for hesitating and leapt forward, aiming high with his left blade and angling his body to obscure his right arm slightly behind him as he moved. Before making any contact, he shifted his weight back and slid his left foot forward, lunging just below his initial target and quickly bringing his right blade forward to strike for Navon’s hip with both weapons.

Navon lunged toward Kygo at the same time, their footfalls perfectly in sync as they rushed each other. Navon’s eyes were like the sponge to the water of Kygo’s movements - his gaze darting around Kygo’s body and taking in all the information provided. No twitch of a vein or strain of a muscle or curve of a joint was too little. Every move was overlaid with his memories until he found a match, a small smile painting his face.

When Kygo swept low, so did Navon. However, Navon moved a hair lower and a feather faster. Sliding under Kygo’s swing, Navon retaliated with a swing of his own. From his lowered position, he swung upward, a clear path to Kygo’s neck to trigger a flight response. However, even that was an imitation of Kygo’s tendency to fake a target. Just as he approached the neck, the daggers would change course and instead attack Kygo’s daggers, aiming to disarm the recruit and bring a quick end to the fight - much like Kygo would want to do.

Kygo recoiled defensively, trying to adjust his stance as the realization that he was seeing his own moves began to enter his awareness. Sensing the blade coming for his throat, a sharp grin broke across his face and a fire blazed to life within his eyes: he barely had time to recognize that it would be a feint, tightening his grip just before their blades clashed and deflected each other.
A slight twist of his wrists used the curve of the karambit blades to his advantage, keeping him out of range from the longer daggers as he recovered his footing and watched for an indication of Navon’s next move. If this was truly his own attack pattern being levied against him, he was eager to predict it, but there was no energy to waste on endless possibilities: he was still impatient to use this opportunity to fully unleash his blades and prove their worth.
So, he readied himself for the next strike, quickly committing to a direct attack at Navon’s defenses with the full strength of his body behind the impact, testing whether this would be a match to apply force or technique.

Navon had to admit that Kygo’s recovery speed surprised him. He was always quick to get back on his feet but today - whether from excitement or improvement - Kygo was reacting quicker, sharper. It could also be a familiarity with the moves, seeing as they were his own, after all. Whatever the case may be, Navon was excited to see Kygo improving. It would have been simple enough to match Kygo’s speed, but then it wouldn’t be a fair test of the newbie’s improvement.

As Kygo launched at him, the brazenness of the attack caused him to frown a little bit: still impatient. He added it to the list of mental notes he was keeping on Kygo of things they’d need to improve. His impatience was definitely one of the top things on that list. However, in this instance, it wasn’t the worst decision because if Navon was truly to copy Kygo’s style, then he would also be copying his impatience. He would be sure to remind Kygo that such reckless attacks could get him killed against more calculative opponents though.

Navon met Kygo’s attack with his blades, not budging from where he stood but also not pushing Kygo back much. Rather, he unleashed a flurry of quick attacks, his movements sharp, relentless and unpredictable as he mimicked Kygo’s tsunami-like attack pattern, trying to use the extended reach granted to him by his daggers to overpower Kygo.

After his initial strike was blocked, Kygo managed to hold his own against the onslaught, but the urge to retreat and try a different tactic whispered against his stubbornness: at the very least, it reminded him that there wasn’t just one way to win this. After all, this was a sparring match, and his habit of aiming toward a quick death in all his battles didn’t apply here.

Something clicked into place within his mind then, and though he didn’t retreat, he had a different reason for standing his ground and absorbing the blows with his knives.
Stabilizing himself in a defensive stance, he focused on tracking each swing and thrust from Navon’s daggers in their staggering ferocity, blocking and parrying in a blinding succession of movements without thought. He could feel the disadvantage of his shorter range, but a type of rhythm was beginning to establish itself within the chaos, and he only needed a moment more to ready his counter-strike.
Shifting his foot back half a step, Kygo crossed over his body to block the next strike with his left hand: using the angle of his blade to deflect it away, he followed up with a quick slash from the right, hoping to force Navon to retreat or become unbalanced.

The dance started as a chaotic freestyle, the two dance partners moving almost entirely out of sync with each other - like two pieces of music that had been carelessly thrown together. However, like a metronome, they slowly started falling in sync, what was once a haphazard combination of swings and slashes melded into a transfixing tango of possible death, each strike met with a counter that made it seem as though the high-speed, high-stakes exchange had all been choreographed.

Eventually, Navon’s earlier assumption showed to be true as Kygo broke the pattern, moving fast enough that Navon couldn’t parry in time and had no choice but to retreat, making a dash backward to avoid the strike. It was confirmed now, Kygo was moving faster than the last time the two had fought: the recruit was growing.

However, Navon barely had the time to process the thought as his body spun and charged at Kygo, becoming more and more comfortable with the fighting style as the fight went on. In fact, this move was the exact one Kygo had tried on him just moments earlier: a direct and straightforward charge at his opponent’s defenses. As much as Navon was against such reckless attacks, he was curious to see how Kygo would defend against it.

Time seemed to slow, and Kygo felt the stretch of muscles within his chest as he breathed in, watched the effect of his last move as if he was hearing an echo before its sound: a brief reprieve, then a flash of movement from Navon that electrified him into mimicking it, lunging straight at the oncoming attack like a rabid animal.
He held his blades up as if to guard himself, but had no intention of letting his knives take a direct hit. Instead, he offset himself slightly from Navon’s path and let his momentum drive him forward until neither of them could avoid the point of contact. Then, inside the last instant, one of his blades was left to deflect the brunt of Navon’s attack on its own while its twin shot forward and narrowly escaped cutting Navon’s arm to bring its steely pointed edge to the side of his throat: all of Kygo’s focus directed toward not doing any damage. A foreign feeling, to be sure.

The last moments seemed to happen all at once while, simultaneously, feeling like there was an eternity between them. There was some pride to be felt in the fact that Kygo could now make more controlled movements, even when rushing headlong into a clash.
Pride very quickly turned to a flash of panic, one that was smothered as quickly as it rose as he realised there was a legitimate threat to his life. Navon quickly shed the coat of Kygo's style, reflexively switching back to his own, which allowed him to be faster and more comfortable.
He leaned back, ever so slightly, to avoid losing his hand, but that also created enough space between he and Kygo to where he could safely reach up and grab Kygo's fist. The Karambit knife went between Navon's fingers and those same fingers closed around Kygo's hand, holding it - and the knife within it - safely away from his neck. The blade rested a fairy's breath away from Navon's neck and a smirk bloomed on the veteran's face.

"What happened to stop-short?” Navon chuckled.

Kygo froze at the sensation of his hand coming up against Navon’s, his own pulse suddenly becoming thunderous in his ears as it ricocheted through his body and clashed against the physical contact, making him equally aware of Navon’s much calmer heartbeat. All the tension left his body and he inhaled shakily, then pulled his hand back from Navon's grip and sheathed his blade so he could tuck his hand safely in his pocket.

“I wouldn't cut you,”

he whispered, meeting Navon’s eyes for only a moment before his gaze lowered to the floor.

“Did I still earn the win?”

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THE TROUBLEMAKER.

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ROAN

"FENNEC"

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Deal or no deal

OUTFIT

RANGER CASUAL

LOCATION

LASALLE LIBRARY

MENTIONS

BOOKIE (NPC)

INTERACTS

Kalin

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WillOWispJJ

BONES — IMAGINE DRAGONS.

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GRIM REAPER,

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?

CHAPTER 1.

Roan Duskraven is a changeling; they will be addressed as Fennec Sunshadow until further notice.​

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"Did I say something wrong? I thought you and Roan had discussed runes in the past and after his…unfortunate passing, I had asked if you would teach me what he taught you. But, I understand the grief probably made you forget the interaction."​

A crack formed in his lighthearted façade. "Oh? I agreed to teach you runes?" he parroted. He rubbed his chin. The warmth in his wide grin dimmed. "I would've remembered the interaction, Kal. Maybe your memories are all jumbled. Grief does that to you," he pointed out. Fennec tapped his temple. "You two bickered nonstop, but Roan was your friend. Even if you two didn't admit it." A mirthless chuckle escaped his lips.

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Beneath the changeling mask...​

Roan saw through the – it was a poor attempt – subtle gaslighting. Growing up in Al-Lotoy, they were taught to look underneath the underneath. No thief worth their salt would fall for such an amateur trick. They could've agreed and played along, but it wasn't worth it.

Since they played the long game, it was better to point out the truth now than risk exposure later. Roan refused to let a meddlesome tiefling interfere.

If Kalin proved to be too inquisitive ... they'll take care of it. Permanently.

Unfortunately, since Seal prohibited agents from harming each other, Roan suppressed the violent urge. The last thing they needed was to make Seal their enemy. They weren't strong enough to escape the Pillars unscathed.

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The changeling mask is equipped...​

"Roan taught me everything about runes, but..." Fennec glanced at his runes journal. He stared at the runic script on the leather spine. It was a protection spell to shield it from wear and tear. It wasn't immune to damage, but it preserved the pages. "It can be dangerous. Infusing magic with a tampered rune could kill you. I don't want to be accused of murder, thank you."

They were framed for murder once. They don't want Bookie to punish them because Kalin got himself killed.

"Fine, I suppose I can make you a batch of peanut butter cookies. However, I do have one condition. If you are willing to help me better my magical prowess, I will make you a small batch of cookies afterwards. Cookies of your choosing. Fair?"​

His pointed ears perked up like a cat. Did Kalin seriously think bribery would work on him?

...He was right.

"Make it two dozen peanut butter cookies and I'll teach you about runes," Fennec countered. He tilted his head. "If you want me to help you improve your magic, I want an additional batch of lemon bars." He hummed and rubbed his chin. "I'll be generous and throw in combat training for free. Lorekeepers need to learn how to defend themselves."

Fennec opened his satchel and retrieved another blank parchment paper. "A small batch isn't going to cut it, Kal. If you want my services, I'm not cheap. I think good food is a fair exchange for knowledge," he pointed out. He slid the paper across the table and closer to Kalin. He produced another quill and offered it to the older tiefling.

"Do we have a deal?" Fennec inquired.

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Kalin

The Refugee

Chapter 1:

He knew that he shouldn’t be so suspicious of his friend. Afterall, they had known each other since joining The Seal. Yet, after the unfortunate disappearance and speculated death of Roan, Kalin couldn’t help but have a gut wrenching feeling. The person in front of him wasn’t his friend, Fennec, but he had no evidence to support this claim. Yet, still, something seemed off. His actions, his speech, the subtleties just didn’t feel like “Fennec”.

Kalin watched Fennec’s expression carefully. He saw the warm smile his “friend” held, dim. He could see Fennec’s eyes almost slightly sharpen. He knew he had been found out, but before he could say anything, he noticed Fennec gently caressed the journal held in his hands.

Roan’s journal. Kalin knew without a doubt. Perhaps he could change the topic quickly. He gave a quick glance around the area, taking nothing of note to change the conversation to.

As Kalin was about to speak and try to diffuse the tension between the two, Fennec spoke up:

"Make it two dozen peanut butter cookies and I'll teach you about runes…If you want me to help you improve your magic, I want an additional batch of lemon bars…I'll be generous and throw in combat training for free. Lorekeepers need to learn how to defend themselves."

Kalin stood there in shock. He slowly closed his mouth as he pondered Fennec’s offer. His tail started to pick up speed as it swished from side to side.

“Two dozen? That’s quite a lot of peanut butter cookies, Fen. Are you sure that won’t slow you down on your missions? And a thing of lemon bars? Well, you drive a hard bargain, sir. I am willing to accept, but I must ask: at what point are these delicacies needed? Are they something I must make before we start or after?” Kalin asked, taking the parchment from his friend and quickly writing the terms down on it. Kalin’s tail flicked as his amused smile came back. The original feeling of despair and fear slowly started to fade.

“Fine, I will give into your demands, Fennec. However, I do not want you to try to squirm your way into getting more than what we are agreeing to. While I value your skills and talents, I am not one to have those used on. Afterall, you know I value honor and honesty above all.” Kalin gave Fennec a small smile before signing the, now written, contract. Before he handed the quill back to Fennec, he quickly made a copy of the contract. Kalin gave Fennec back the original parchment and quill before putting the copy into his book bag carefully.

“Well, with that out of the way. What plans do you have for the rest of the day? If you don’t have anything else of importance to do, would you like to go for a stroll with me?” Kalin asked, wanting to keep up his observations but also just wanting to spend time with Fennec.

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[CrimsonInk]

THE JOKER.

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SCARLETT

LEONHARDT

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SAD

OUTFIT

SOFT VIBES

LOCATION

KIDEM, HEAD LIBRARY

MENTIONS

PILLAR GUILLE

INTERACTS

lyn. ARICIA
CloudySkyLoftyMoon ÎSTOIRE

SPARKING — NAMCO SOUNDS.

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Wind and Words.

We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.

CHAPTER ONE.

The thought of the pillars did cross the woman’s mind when using the device. You can say it was a reckless play on her part, but it was all intention in her plan. The toys did need some tinkering with the time portion. Scarlett would consider Îstoire’s suggestions in a later date, but for now she was sensing a change and shift in the shadows. It wasn’t easy getting this particular pillar's attention. They were the ones who hid in the dark as you entered through that door, not knowing about their hand or blade at the ready.

Agents who have worked with this elven pillar have gotten a taste of her ruthlessness. Scarlett remembered asking this particular woman to train her, and to help her control that bloodthirsty savage huntress inside to keep her humanity. That form of training is what made Scarlett so different from the others — that and the fact she sensed it was too late for her escape.

“Bookie’s going to have conniptions.”

“Then perhaps we should not be standing at the scene of the crime. I believe we were talking about food earlier?”

“I believe not.”

There was a stillness in the air between the three agents. A stillness they recognized that it felt only a dark bubble surrounded them and the outside world had no notice of them. Odd how silence could be so loud in the realm of shadows, especially by a pillar no agent should ever try to cross. A pillar that is most feared to be exact, in her own right. An elven woman brandished in forest green armor with golden accents approached them. Her phoenix locks were lost hidden under her hood that never revealed her beauty or ocean eyes. Tall with grace and danger, her silence and collectivism was all the agents would need to know about how she currently felt about the situation. Scarlett felt her skin covered in goosebumps. She was frisson to see the most skilled assassin and respected pillar, Guille.

“Hello, Miss Guille,” Scarlett said nervously, gulping whatever liquid was in her esophagus. The elven woman crossed her arms, tapping her fingers against the leather band of her arm taking in the mess and lingering agents surrounding the woman.

“Aricia, go gather the cleaning supplies. Immediately. Miss Leonhard, Mister Îstoire, stay.”

It wasn’t a request but a demand from the woman. Scarlett could feel the disappointment grasp her by the neck, ready to suffocate any air who dared past her nostrils. She dared to even look at the pillar in her eyes. Ready to take the punishment from the woman. The worst part was how collective she was with them. Scarlett could feel herself ready to almost cry.

“What exactly were you thinking when trying out a dangerous device in the middle of the library? Exposing such dangerous devices to those outside will make eyes wonder and ears listen in. Îstoire, I expect you keep these kinds of appointments with agents in areas more appropriate. You may leave. As for you,” she turned her attention towards Scarlett, “you will clean this area spotless. Coming tomorrow, I expect you to be ready to train before dawn. You will clean the training equipment and after, you will do laps until I deem you are done. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes,” she sputtered out, holding back tears.

The room became bright once again the moment Guille reverted back to the shadows. Scarlett remained where she stood and wiped her eyes, trying to force a smile back on her face. She first turned towards Îstoire, her eyes scanning them before speaking.

“I’m sorry. It was childish to try it out in the open….thank you. Let’s talk about notes later, okay?” she said, trying to keep the talk limited and get the task done. The moment Aricia arrived the girl explained the situation again with her. Her eyes faltered for getting in trouble and feeling embarrassed by being chastised by a pillar.

“I’m sorry Ari. Maybe you can get food without me. I need to clean this up…I’m sure you can leave. See you later?” she pouted a bit, now leaning on the wooden mop holding up.

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Saphielle

The Insider

The white wolf gave a soft yip of excitement when Jason leaned over her, ears pricked (giving the regal wolf a puppy-like vibe) before she stole a glance at her mistress, tilting her head in curiosity before her plumed tail wagged happily. Her mercury-dipped gaze gleaming with a hint of mischief. At the soft nod from her mistress, the arctic fae was off. Nails clicking against the floor as she made her way towards where Mumbasa would be located. Eona knew that her mistress was okay with her going for the... 'playdate' or else she would have scolded and shaken her head. Ivory fur fluffed out as the fae left the library, light catching her tips and giving her fur a silvery sheen, almost seeming like ice crystals had made their home in her fur as she trotted towards the fountain happily.

The ice queen/princess shrugged her delicate shoulders, eyes flashing as she glared slightly at Jason.

"You know I dislike Navon. I wouldn't be caught dead near him with a fifty-foot pole!"

Her words were sharp and crisp, icicles dripping from her words as she basically shot daggers from her tri-colored gaze.

"Navon and I will never get along. He is about par for the course when it comes to him and my family."

Sarcasm oozed from her words as she rolled her eyes heavenwards for patience. However, her eyes softened minutely as she stole a glance to her furry companion. Eona did deserve to have some fun and Mumbasa would keep her friend entertained. She gaze a slight nod, lips twitching slightly as she watched her friend practically 'prance' her way out of the library.

"I don't know."

Saphielle couldn't help but have worry woven into her voice, the soft tones easily detectable to anyone who knew her truly to realize worry and concern etched themselves into her tone and body. Even the 'Ice Princess' had her moments of not being a true ice statue. As Jason asked her how Quill seemed, Saph couldn't help but relax even more. So far it had just been the two of them and given this fact she could actually let loose a bit. Her effortless posture seemed to melt and she popped a hip out, gazing randomly off into space as she sighed.

"I did speak with Quill for a bit... before Seer decided to annoy the heck out of me."

annoyance and sass lined her words as she shrugged her shoulders slightly.

"But Quill seemed like herself...as much of herself that she can be at the moment."

Sadness lined her face, worry etching into her cheekbones and orbs as she glanced down. While the whole situation sucked - Quill was her Family. The only one she had place dher trust in , and it hurt. It hurt so badly to see her like it and failure was one of the main emotions the elven heiress felt. She had Failed! Not only as a part of The Seal but also as a sister... as someone who was supposed to protect Quill! She was a horrible sister!

Saphielle had to grit her teeth, long nails clenching as she fought off the feelings of failure, hopelessness, and sadness, as she tried to keep her temper under control. While the girl was commonly seen as composed, this was one time she was not. Quill meant literally everything to Saph, everything. Those tri-colored orbs darkened, hiding the pain and horror that she felt behind her icy facade. Taking a deep breath to reorient herself; glaciers formed tall walls and she became that composed being once more. Her eyes opening to show her serious and more collected self. Hiding those feelings of pain and cruel failure before she stretched.

"I'm going to practice my swords(wo)manship"

She muttered, turning on a well-placed heel, striding out of the library and heading for the training room, needing to work out the tensions and fear she could feel running through her veins. Her powers also were acting up slightly, and she knew the more emotional she was the easier it was for her powers to manifest and go out of control.

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The Sun

Cresley Hogsweed

C̳̳h̳̳a̳̳p̳̳t̳̳e̳̳r̳ ̳1̳: ̳K̳̳i̳̳d̳̳e̳̳m̳


INTERACTION: Else
LOCATION: Lasalle Library
OUTFIT: Everyday
MENTIONS: Mypilot

Interpreting Else's mood always demanded, from Cress, a distinct set of visual and auditory cues mirrored from conversations with the most highly-guarded of individuals. Fortunately, Cress' training as an agent left him highly-attuned to these nuances and subtleties, making him a master at extracting information all with an impenetrable poker face. Else clicked their tongue, frowned, and chose their words slowly, absorbed in inner reflection.

Many might not have observed these hints of despondency, but make no mistake: Else was speaking with a semi-trained negotiator.

“Perhaps it would be wise to discuss work…elsewhere. Less ears to listen, more room to speak freely," said Else, and they had never been more correct in their life. “But this is for work, not play. We have much to go over.”

Cress' gaze met Else's in narrowed slits, intensely focused. He pursed his lips, nodding slowly like an academic might during a particularly interesting lecture. Else's words reached deep, deep into his soul, and he had every intention to show that. But Cress was so very subtle about it—he never looked constipated when he did this, and it was very unprofessional of Guille to have spread a joke about that.

Yes, Else... work meetings! Recon strategies! Mission reports! This discussion is of the utmost importance—Cresley Hogsweed knows that.

"To think I would play... at work!" Cress scoffed, feigning offense, "No, Else, I completely and entirely see where you, my trusted friend, are coming from." There came more overenthusiastic nodding from the hobbit, his brows furrowed so deeply that the lines on his face began forming their own lines. Much to their mutual benefit, the two agents seemed to agree that the bustling library was no place for a gripping debrief of their tumultuous last mission.

Cress paused a beat, throwing his head back long enough to pretend he was having a thought. "I know just the place," he declared, seizing Else's wrist with a firm grip, "Onward!"

Wasting not a moment more, Cress set off for the library's exit with the poor Lorekeep in tow, weaving haphazardly through the common folk filtering into the large building. As a temporary extension of Cress, Else had the privilege of pushing past strangers with the force of a brazen, 3-foot-something assassin with more jokes and excuses than apologies.

The pair's shoes clicked down the exterior steps, a swiftness in Cress' footfalls as he mentally triangulated the nearest tavern. With the raw sunlight and ocean air back on each of their skins, the promise of an exciting day overtook the subdued atmosphere left behind by the Lasalle.

Cress dropped Else's hand at the bottom of the steps, his eyes set on two alleyways: one shaded and damp, the other bright and lined with buzzing storefronts.

"Do these alleys remind you a smidgeon of when we got separated in Kumi?" He headed closer to the diverging paths, offering an inquisitive glance back at Else. "Or am I just having lingering regrets?" Real thoughts appeared to plague his mind, just for a moment.

"You choose the way," Cress said, reemerging from his reflections.

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[DeathUnchained]

Jason Elvesh​

Location: Head Library
Mentions: Quill, Seer, Saphielle
Interactions: N/A

Jason watched his friend go off to train. Of course smiling, happy to see Eona trotting off to meet Mumbasa. The worries of the day returning to his soul as he was left alone. His face softened as his eyes fell to his hands, still delicately holding the bouquet of vampire lillies. Sitting there in the middle of the library, he wondered if he was a fool. Pining for someone who had no idea of who he was or what they once shared. A heavy feeling sets in his heart. His morals not allowing him to place the weight of his feelings on Quill. Missions for the Seal, the stressors of the day and just the life they led in general. All of these were things that she had to deal with on top of losing pieces of herself. How could he ask her to take on his feelings as well? It wasn't fair, but was life ever fair. How could fair be a thing when the sweetest person he had ever met been subjected to the fate of losing herself to a power she had no option in? It made the notion of fair seem.......like a childs fantasy.

Taking a moment and a deep, stabilizing breath, he smiled and stood up. No point in being sad. After all, how could he be sad? They got to live an extraordinary life and do wonderful and impactful things to the world. Even if she wasn't the same girl he had met, Quill was still there. He still got to experience knowing and talking with her. He was grateful for that, even if it made him ache from time to time. He made sure the flowers were covered in his hands. Time to bring a little sunshine to a girl who needed it.

Jason's head swiveled about as he moved through the library. Glancing through the rows, attempting to remain inconspicuous, but it was hard to do at 10 feet tall. He of course didn't want to upset Seer or interrupt their conversation.

Once he spotted them he stopped, ducking on the side of a book case. Despite being an assassin, he wasn't too good at hiding. Despite his best efforts he wasn't hiding himself all to well. What a sight it must have been. Seeing the half giant trying hard to stay out of sight, but still so clearly worried about the girl he cared for so deeply, hiding a gift in his large, brutish mitts so delicately holding the vase of rare flowers he tended to. All to bring a smile to her face.

Jason peaked around the book shelf, seemingly oblivious to how much he stood out. He just wanted to make sure Quill was okay. No matter how stupid or hopeless he seemed. Never particularly caring about the way he was percieved, just worrying about the people he cared for.