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Post by «Ðaikus» on Jan 26, 2011 0:49:39 GMT -5
it as only a couple after they had returned from Jerico, Daikus was in his tent resting, or at least trying to. He couldn't get over the fact of how he had not only accepted and completed one suicide mission but jumped right into another. His mind raced across many things... the fact that were was another Maricul in this world... that some how his grandfather in-law from his world was in this one, and how Latest... one of the council members was a good guy here. But the thing he couldn't shake most of all was how god damn similar that archer looked to Ranka.
It was if... it was if he had killed the Ranka of this world. Before his mind could ponder on he was interrupted by a judgment, "Oh my god what? I'm not doing anymore suicide missions for tonight, fuck that." The judgment waited, "One of the commanders wishes you in Lady Cyris' chambers for a debriefing." Daikus took a moment before rolling out of his cot and putting a shirt on before walking out of the tent and following the voldy to the tent, he waited for a moment as the judgment entered then exited letting Daikus know it was his turn.
He entered.
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Post by Kresz on Feb 3, 2011 13:03:33 GMT -5
The Devil entered, immediately the first thing he saw was the man sitting at Cyris’ chair: Greeting him with a smile was a soft yet masculine face with long almost silver-blond hair that fell down his back and over his shoulders. The light tapping of one foot against the stone floor had the tale-tale resonance of dress shoes; with hands painted with black nails crossed over the desk, he wore a black gothic styled vest over an equally dark shirt. A long black cape with a dark-blue underlining, and tattered with gold decals along its ends dawned over the rest of his outfit, completing the Victorian allure.
Deep amber eyes gazed over the warrior.
‘‘Daikus.’’ He spoke amicably in a melodic alto pitch. ‘‘Nice of you to join me.’’ He subtly gestured his guest to sit at one of the nearby chairs with a movement of his hand. ‘‘I am Kresz Ysbryd; the commander currently in charge of this Ajerian regime in Cyris’ abscence.’’ He answered evenly at the hybrid’s unspoken question before sinking his chin in one of his palms. ‘‘My men report you’ve completed the mission.’’
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Post by «Ðaikus» on Feb 4, 2011 0:39:55 GMT -5
"Yeah," He said slightly looking around before walking over to the chair and leaning against it. "All that was there were a general and an archer. I didn't catch what all the monk had said, at one point." He paused thinking back on it for a moment. "Something about Berith's personal archer or something." He shrugged. On his back rested Rebellion, there wasn't anyway he was just going to leave this bad boy laying around. "There was also one another thing." He drew the blade and showed it to the guy. "I managed to pull this. But unfortunately, I'm not at liberty to give it up."
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Post by Kresz on Feb 4, 2011 11:48:54 GMT -5
The Ajerian listened intently to Daikus’s tale, making sense of the brief descriptions of the slain Abyss foes – as Cyris had told him, what the devil lacked in eloquence he certainly made up for in skill. To bear no previous affiliation with the Ajerian and have stood up to two powerful elements of the Abyss army simultaneously and live to tell the tale… Kresz was almost impressed. Daikus obliged to break the silence, putting on display a rather large blade he had collected from the battle.
The commander cocked an eyebrow.
‘‘And what might this be?’’
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Post by «Ðaikus» on Feb 5, 2011 4:42:52 GMT -5
"A weapon crafted from the soul of a demon, I'm not sure if it can be done in this world, but this specific one comes from my world, it's name is Rebellion and it's my father's. It's currently on loan." He paused for a moment knowing how strange it sounded but he honestly didn't care. He re-sheathed Rebellion, "Don't ask, cuz I really don't know myself how it got here... It just came right when I needed it."
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Post by Kresz on Feb 5, 2011 18:37:37 GMT -5
Kresz observed the blade for a moment before sitting back in his chair. ‘‘There are many weapons that bear powerful abilities, although I have never heard of a sword forged with the soul of a demon before.’’ He said, his elbows rested on the chair’s armrests. His hands interlaced, hiding a portion of his pale features as he fell in thought. A nearly imperceptible frown stressed the man’s eyes as he contemplated Daikus’ words on the origin of his sword. ‘‘As an Ajerian, the very concept seems… immoral.’’ He spoke at length, establishing an awkward silence between the two, which he quickly dismissed with a quick sigh.
‘‘The two men you fought were the Assassin and General Vetis along with Lieutenant Syrün – one of Berith’s right-hand men.’’ He began on a more even note, returning to his original relaxed position. ‘‘Vetis was a considerable threat, as he proved exceedingly efficient at evading our scouts and providing the Abyss with tactical assassinations.’’ He paused, eyeing one of the arrows on the desk that had been retrieved from the battlefield. ‘‘The lieutenant on the other hand was a rather brilliant strategist, and rarely went out on the field alone. He led a small number of excursions against us, hitting our supply line, generally with a maximum number of casualties due to a calculated arrow barrage.’’ He ended, closing his eyes for a moment in reminiscence. ‘‘Many friends and kin fell under the both of them, and you have our thanks for ridding us of them.’’ He spoke with a soft smile, before returning his amber gaze towards Daikus.
‘‘However…You failed your mission.’’
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Post by «Ðaikus» on Feb 5, 2011 20:08:00 GMT -5
"Huh..." He said for a moment, he understood that the mission wasn't to kill either Vetis or Syrün. It wasn't even to give Alex Vetis' sword afterward, but he was convinced that rebellion was the cause of the disturbance in the area. "My mission was to observe and bring back whatever I thought had caused the disturbance in the area of the dead land area. True I was side tracked by Syrün and Vetis, and soon after. But when we made the retreat from Jerico I observed the area and found absolutely no remains of what could have caused such a disturbance."
He paused for a moment, slight anger growing in his tone. "So how could I have failed my mission when there technically wasn't anything but a near suicide mission to begin with?"
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Post by Kresz on Feb 6, 2011 23:26:13 GMT -5
The commander did not fail to notice the change in Daikus’ conduct. The warmth disappeared from Kresz’ face, almost immediately taking a much sterner look.
‘‘Watch your tone with me, boy.’’ He ruthlessly replied in due, his voice dropping an octave - commanding silence. Stillness fell between the two like a hammer. Luckily for Daikus, the Ajerian left him little room to respond thereafter. ‘‘You were given the task to investigate said disturbance, and to regroup as quickly as possible upon finding any sign of activity, Abyss or otherwise.’’ He began far more softly, hands on his chair – gaze like daggers.
‘‘Instead you engaged an Abyss recon, and two high-ranking officers – had any of them made them back to their HQ you would have had much more trouble to deal with, and everyone in this camp would have suffered the consequence of your actions.’’ He said with surprising composure, though the severity within each word was hard-felt, and utterly unsympathetic to the devil’s explanation. ‘‘I understand you come from another world but understand this – being the lone-wolf type around here is a sure way to get yourself and all those around you killed.’’
He leaned in, his tone black with daunt.
‘‘Be assured that I give you a fair warning when I say neither I nor Lady Cyris will tolerate this type of behaviour in the future.’’
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Post by «Ðaikus» on Feb 6, 2011 23:48:33 GMT -5
Any normal officer would've just bit his tongue and not said a word. But not Daikus, Instead... "And if shit were sugar we'd have little brown lumps in our coffee." He replied, "You look at the what if side of things that have already transpired. There is no more if on that situation because of me taking the recon team and the two of the abyss' big dogs out." He said this as calmly as he could. "Also, I do believe if my orders were to report then I did just that when I encountered Exion and Alex at Jerico." He took a pause to take a breath, starring the ajerian in the eyes.
It reminded him of the time he and Sorin Markov had the same argument of his disobeying orders when he was part of the Order of the Dark Knights. "I did what I was told, and just for your information. I didn't pursue the recon team nor the two abyss dogs, I defended myself against their assaults." He took another breath to keep himself calm, "If you don't beleive me then check the orbital surveillance device that was over the area." It seemed a pause was between them before finally Daikus spoke again. "Don't reprimand me for protecting my life and taking out two enemies that were giving you all a hard time."
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Post by Kresz on Feb 8, 2011 0:47:09 GMT -5
For all of Daikus’ efforts to still himself, the Commander remained impassable; a statue for all intents and purpose, until he closed his eyes – shaking his head.
‘‘You don’t understand...’’ He sighed with only the slightest hint of weariness in his voice. ‘‘There are three reasons why we’re having this conversation.’’ He began more evenly, returning the warrior’s gaze. ‘‘First and foremost, your connection with our ranks has not yet taken notice among the Abyss. You’ve only just begun to come on the radar – as such, anonymity is on our side.’’ He explained, laying down the cold-hard facts to the hybrid. ‘‘The second is the fact that despite all your bravado, you’ve still managed to kill the Abyss, which brings us to the final reason…’’ He paused, before rising from his seat and slowly making his way to Daikus, extending a hand. ‘‘This is not a lecture – it’s congratulations.’’
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Post by «Ðaikus» on Feb 9, 2011 17:06:41 GMT -5
"...What?" He was taken back for a moment as the Ajerian spoke and extended his hand. "I'm confused..." Truth be told he absolutely was, was this some sort of trick or something? He didn't know, he just decided to go with it and shake the ajerian's hand.
((Sorry for the crappy post, kinda busy))
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Post by Kresz on Feb 14, 2011 1:09:13 GMT -5
‘‘Don’t be…’’ Replied the Ajerian. Visibly unmoved by the devil’s confusion, Kresz pulled back his hand to cross his arms over his chest before comfortably beginning to pace between the desk and the set of chairs. ‘‘You could say I’ve taken a personal interest in you since you first presented yourself to lady Cyris.’’ He spoke plainly as he made his way to the end of the office, taking a moment to look at the runic ornamentations on the wall before finally turning to face Daikus once again. ‘‘While there was a significant error margin in your steps, you pulled through and showed remarkable resourcefulness in spite of being pitted against the odds.’’ He paused, shrugging with a smirk, raising his arms at his side. ‘‘You’re a terrible soldier… but you’re not a bad warrior.’’
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