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| (2013-05-22 - 2013-05-22) |
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| Sydney Losstarot | Its an average day on the Giza Plains, sun shining brightly above the grassy fields as people carry on about their business. There's a gentle wind blowing over the area, as the trees and grass all bend beneath its light touch. Animals can be seen grazing in the many clearings that dot the area, and merchants and civillians alike are travelling across the many trails from town to town here. They all blend in pretty well, except for one of the travellers... Clank. Clank. Clank. Sydney walks along, his metal footsteps disrupting the natural wildlife with every step he takes. Deer dart away, people cast wary eyes on him, ETC. He seems to be rather unbothered by this, though, as he simply continues along his path with a bored determination. His target? A deer. The only one foolish enough to not have bolted by now. It stands a few yards off of the main path, hidden away in a small path of brush. He raises his clawed palm towards it, and it looks about for a few seconds, curious beady eyes glistening as it observes its surroundings, before they roll back and glaze over as it collapses to the ground. Blood boils over from its mouth as it lay there motionless, creating a small puddle on the ground. |
| Elysiana Glyphanos | The clanking of metal the collapsing of a form, Elysiana is heading towards it, until she realzies, perhaps on closer further inspectation, that it is not a person at all of an type. She kneels. "An animal.." She started to reach for the flesh of the dying creature. "Felled.. how?" |
| Sydney Losstarot | Sydney emerges from the brush, only to notice that someone else has taken to kneeling over his dinner. "Step aside. 'Twas I who made the kill, and the body belongs to me now, for I hunger." He says bluntly. Less a threat, and more 'I killed it, so its mine.' He says bluntly. "How?" He says with a chuckle, giving a sarcastic wave with his daggerlike fingers. "Magic." |
| Elysiana Glyphanos | Elysiana Glyphanos takes a step back, she offers a polite bow. "I appologise, for interrupting your dinner, sir." she said in a courtly fashion. "If you'd like some help I can skinn, cook and clean it for you.. or do you prefer it blood-warm and raw? If not we could perhaps make a attempt to dry it.. if it doesn't rain." |
| Sydney Losstarot | Sydney smirks, shaking his head. "No. 'Tis mine, so I shall handle it." After a few moments consideration, he remarks "...You are welcome to stay, however. 'Twould be rude of me to let such a large quantity rot." He says boredly, more out of procedure than actual kindness. He lays the deer across his lap, and begins to flay violently with his fingers. |
| Elysiana Glyphanos | Elysiana Glyphanos watches Edward Scissor... uhh Sydney at work. She swallows watching the man. "Such.. artful fingers.." |
| Sydney Losstarot | Sydneys remark is as distant as everything else kind he ever has to say. "Art. What a vague description. One could think of it when they see a beautiful painting. Or...a man mutilating a deer." He says sarcastically, more to himself than anyone. He reaches behind the spot where he is seated, pulling up a small bundle of sticks. He places them in a small bundle in front of him, and raises his palm, a searing beam of holy light blasting them. Once the light has faded, only a bright fire remains in its spot. He nonchalantly tosses a small chunk of haunch into the fire, leaning back and relaxing. Now that he's finished cutting away a portion of the chest, Elysiana will be able to see clearly what it was that killed the beast. Sydney exploded its internal organs. Externally. "Tell me, maiden. What brings thee to such lands?" |
| Elysiana Glyphanos | Elysiana Glyphanos thinks a moment. "What brings me.." her eyes fell across the internal organs of the beast, smashed mutialted and squashed in was it should't have been. "Or perhaps I should say inelegant. I'd have used an arrow or magic to do it. A simple thing, a good strike to the heart... and you could have turned the insides in to any number of useful things." she began softly. "I travel. Displaced from home... but I..... " |
| Sydney Losstarot | Sydney smirks. "I could've. But I didn't." He says boredly as he watches the girl curiously. "I think we are all displaced from home, maiden. 'Tis pretty much the only way one can reach this god-forsaken world." He says, smirking. Sydney doesn't like this place very much. (NO ONE SHOULD.) "Traveling does little to numb the realities, unfortunately. 'Tis unlikely one will find home in this world. And those that do, quickly squander that joy." |
| Elysiana Glyphanos | Elysiana Glyphanos thinks. "I think it depends on the person. I've seen people forge, friendships, and relationship an.. powerful bonds. At home those bonds make.. magic.. or rather.. they can be conduits for it." |
| Sydney Losstarot | Sydney chuckles amusedly. "What a petty concept. 'The power of friendship.' 'Tis nothing wrong with forging bonds with others. But if you depend on those to gain strength, then you will quickly find yourself crushed under the boot of a shadow lord." He says, resting his hand boredly as his steak is burnt to a crisp. When you've lost the need to eat to survive, you tend to become a /very/ bad cook. |
| Elysiana Glyphanos | Elysiana Glyphanos shakes her head. "Well no its the idea that we are all connected, from the high Queen to the lowest peasant and we can draw on those links to fuel ourselves and others. and those we love can be and create the trongest ties and those become.. the strings we can pluck musically." she frowns. "Yes.. I mean I'd say we could have smoked and dried the meat." |
| Sydney Losstarot | Sydney nods. "Forge ties as strong as you can. And then watch them be cut like weak twine by the cruel kings who see fit to own us all. You can have as many friends as you'd like. But at the end of the day, all that leads to is a larger pile of bodies for regents to stick a flag into. We are all capable of creating music. But most of us can only create a dissonant melody." |
| Elysiana Glyphanos | Elysiana Glyphanos looks at him. "I don't know about that. I was taught that the song of the universe. The Song of life.. universe Hymn.. its everywhere in everything ..." |
| Sydney Losstarot | Sydney chuckles amusedly. "The song of life can't be a very cheery melody, can it? Look around us. Fiends consume hearts like food. Shadow Lords swallow more and more people into darkness by the minute. Glabadosians running around exacting vigilante justice on the innocents however they see fit. We are sitting on the grasses of a cold world that cares not for the people in it. Can you really say that the song you hear is a happy one, after all of these horrors" He says, a hard bluntness to his voice. |
| Elysiana Glyphanos | Elysiana Glyphanos shakes her head. "No. I've seen teh arkness it took my mother, it took my siblings and it ... didn't devour me. I've felt the world die.. I Elysiana Astarea Glyphanos, Princess of Caelavia.. has sen a world die... and you're right.." |
| Sydney Losstarot | Sydney laughs amusedly, simply shaking his head. "Just like royalty to forget themselves so grandly. A king with no land is naught more than a serf. And a serf who acts beyond itself is quickly shoved back into line with a few more scars than it had before. It devoured those close to you, but did it do anything to protect those close to you? Condemning someone to live alone in the world is little better than dying with everyone else." |
| Elysiana Glyphanos | Elysiana Glyphanos snorts. "Hardly I never forget them, and no... I am the youngest daughter.. My people never forgot our roots. I was born a child of a woman who was a tailor. I am only aprincess.. by fluke of fate." she smiled. " And no.. my mother did what she could... but in the end it cost her... and the world.. everything." |
| Sydney Losstarot | Sydney lets out an amused "Hmph." noise as he listens to her story. "Those that are groomed for royalty are the ones who end up in the guillotine. It takes a man of the people to lead people. If you are naught but the daughter of a common tailor, than you are already more suited to the role you seek to fit than others." Even though his words are kind, his tone still carries the same condescension it always does. |
| Elysiana Glyphanos | Elysiana Glyphanos chuckles. "We all were. I was five when we walked int othe Temple that day.. I was a child my siblings where older and the real children of a guard and tailor-- essentially. in truth mother was a priestess..." she looked at the sky. "I was a five year old child who was a .. sacrifice to rival nations guardian spirit..." |
| Sydney Losstarot | Sydney sighs, rubbing his clawed hands against his temple in a gesture of irritation. "How thoroughly stupid." He says bluntly. "Do you know what a god who demands sacrafices is called? A demon. And do you know what it is that must be done with demons? You kill them. And then you put their corpse on a stick to any other would be 'Gods' who dare make such barbaric commands." Sydney says, clear anger in his tone. |
| Elysiana Glyphanos | Elysiana Glyphanos shakes her head. "The problem is it doesn't make demands. So much as the guardians protect the natuion - and this land it needed those of magical talent to survive. Or rather it was way for it to 'thrive' but no one could challenge the queen. I was born and was born with.. apparently a enough to have them come to track our family down.. even trailing us to another kingdom." she looks at Syd. "I applogise. here I am blabbering." |
| Sydney Losstarot | Sydney sighs, shaking his head. "I don't care who or what it protected, or what it needed. If a country needs to kill its own people just to survive, than perhaps its leaders should find a new hobby. One that doesn't involve psychotic tyranny. Good and Evil are things that are very plain. If some cruel spirit tries to circumvent this, then they are dealt with." SHINK. Sydneys claws flick outwards, creating a few sparks. "Cruelly. |
| Elysiana Glyphanos | Elysiana Glyphanos nods. "Believe me. Mother wanted to .. when she became queen of Caelavia. It was hard.. we were a nation of trade, a people of peace. Magic we had in spaded, but you can't kill a guardian spirit with out killing its... handler.. summoner.. bond partner.. and that for mother was looking int oa mirrror." |
| Sydney Losstarot | Sydney laughs amusedly. "And your mother, the handler of this beast, attempted to sacrafice her own daughter in an attempt to sate its hunger?" He sighs in irritation. "Lovely. The funeral pyre is more than large enough for all who dare make such stupidity. Unless she was not in direct control of the beast. In which case..." Sydney clacks his claws together. "Acceptable losses. One person cannot get in teh way of deaths of hundreds. |
| Elysiana Glyphanos | Elysiana Glyphanos shakes her head. "Two seperate women, The queen of the Kingdom of..." she paused. "I've forgotten its name.. I was five when left.. but.. as I said the two women, my mother- The queen of Caelavia... and this other Queen." |
| Sydney Losstarot | Sydney chuckles amusedly, shaking his head. "Two queens? Thats rather unheard of. Quite the...tolerant society, no?" He gets up, stretching his metal legs and arms. "I must be going. Enjoy what remains of the beast, I have no need for it. Good luck with your reconquest of the kingdom, Glyphanos. But remember: For every inch of land you seek to reclaim, more blood will need to be spilt." He says ominously as he turns on his heel, walking along the road without another word. In a few steps, a corridor of darkness will pop up from the ground and consume him, sending him to who-knows-where. |
| Elysiana Glyphanos | Elysiana Glyphanos leaned down. She remains silent. "Thank you for the doood." |