All for One, One for All

Valorius Malku

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When The Battle Was Over And The Last Bit Of Blood Had Ran Into the Sand, That Was When The Measure Of What Had Been Gained And Lost Was Felt. Anger, Sadness, Joy, Or Downright Indifference, Those Who Fought Carried The Full Spectrum Of Emotion With Them As They Left Heruin. Some To Return Home, Others To The Next Rest Stop On Their Road Through Life.

Valorius Had Shown A Aloofness To The Whole Experience. Once The Fighting Had Finished He Seemed To Revert To A State Of Almost Pleasant Calm. Nothing About What Had Happened Or Those Who Died Seemed To Register To Him, Just The Satisfaction Of Finding Retribution. Not Retribution For Himself, But For Every Every Wrong Those Who Followed Gethe Had Done, Or Might Have Done. The Satisfaction Was There To Be Sure, Shown In A Vibrant Flicker Of His Luminescent Pupils, But The Satisfaction Wasn't Alone. Another Feeling Was There, One He Hid From All Others, Including Amunette, A Less Indulgent Feeling..

...Loss.

One Order He Had Given The Protectorate, One He Didn't Need To Give To The Elites, Was That All Fallen Elite Soldiers Be Brought To The Main Protectorate Camp In The Center Of Heruin. While The Lower Tier Soldiers Were Cremated On The Pyres Near Ironhold, His Own Direct Troops Would Be Given A Different Departure. One That Had Become The Death Rite Of All Elites. The “Feu de Immortalité”.

Walking Through The Aftermath Of Battle, Surveying The Carnage At His Feet While Protectorate Guards Continued To Gather More Bodies For The Fire, He Saw A Glow From The Corner Of His Eye. Everything Had Moved So Fast Before, There Was No Time To Notice That One Faint Light On The Field. But When He Noticed It, He Could Feel His Heart Sink. There Weren't Any Words, Just The Bel Telal Moving To The Fallen Elite, Lowering To A Single Knee. He Knew Without Needing To Remove The Shroud From The Soldiers Head Who Was Laying Before Him.

Tyler.

Not A Single Elite Had Ever Been A Protectorate Soldier. It Was Not A Position That Could Be Earned. A Being, Whether Male Or Female, Human Or Non-Human, Had To Have A Specific 'Energy' To Them. Something Beyond The Flesh, A Spark That Revealed The True Nature Of Who They Were Inside. And Tyler – Tyler Had Been The First. The First Elite Ever. The One Which All Past, Present, And Future Were Measured Against. And As Valorius Knelt Down To Him, Tyler's Gloved Right Hand Lifted To Show That He Was Alive – But Only Just. The Commander Didn't Think, He Only Acted, Wrapping His Surging Jade Fingers Around The Soldiers Hand. Valorius Reached And Pulled The Shroud From Tyler's Head.

A Man In His Mid 40's, Half His Head Shaven While The Other Half Held No Hair At All, Just Old Scars That Only The Touch Of Fire Could Create. The Entire Right Side Of The Mans Face Was A Bitter Reminder Of The Life He Had Lived Before Being Chosen As An Elite. A Skirmish In Valorius' Home Of Eternelle Lune Had Taken Place Years Ago, A Small Town On Fire. A Group Of Realm-Jumping Marauders Had Decided They Would Come To -His- Home World And Try To Raid From It. Over 20 Citizens Had Died. When The Protectorate Arrived They Fell Upon The Enemy With Furious Offense, And Without Mercy. When The Last Had Fallen It Was Valorius Who Found Tyler, Crawling From A Burning Building, His Entire Right Side Engulfed In Flames.

Even With His Body Coated In Fire The Man Didn't Scream. He Growled, Yelled, Clawed His Way From The Inferno, Raging Against The Pain. The Human Was Will, Pure And Flesh-Born Will. The True Defiance Of Life Against Death Had Never Been More Clear To Valorius Than In Those Moments. He Had Quickly Used His Coat To Douse The Flames, Working As Fast As Possible To Get The Man To Safety. Back Then The Urge To Save And Preserve Life Was Always Present, But At That Moment All Those Years Ago It Was Something More Than Obligation, It Was Necessary. He Had To Save Him. Such A Life Could Not Be Allowed To Perish. Not Like That.

Healers Did Their Best For The Man, Saving His Life But Unable To Mend His Torn Skin. It Took Days For Tyler To Recover, But When He Did, The Young Prince Was There, Wanting To Speak With Him. It Was Discovered That Tyler Was Born With A Cerebral Abnormality. He Thought And Acted Much Like An Adolescent Might, And Yet He Had A Loyalty In Him So Fierce That It Dwarfed All Others In The Protectorate. After That First Conversation, Tyler Was Constantly Walking The Training Grounds Of Eternelle Lune. He Was So Enamored With The Idea Of Fighting For Honor, For Justice, And He Pleaded With Valorius To Become A Member Of The Guards. The Only Problem Was, Whenever Handed A Weapon The Man Would Shy Away And Tremble, Unable To Move. It Took Weeks For Valorius To Discover Exactly What Had Happened In This Mans Life.

Abuse. Unspeakable Abuse. Acts That Would Effect The Moral Compass Of Even The Most Non-Human Of Species. Blades, Brands, Bludgeons, The Man Had Been Tortured And Used As Free Labor By Those Who 'Cared' For Him. It Was They Who Had Fled Their Fiery Shop, Leaving Tyler To Burn In Its Cellar. How The Man Had Manged To Endure So Many Years Of Torment, Escaping His Makeshift Dungeon, Pulled Himself Through Unforgiving Fire, And Managed To Still Have The Will That He Did Was Nothing Short Of Miraculous.

Thus The Shroud Was Born. A Masked Hood That Was Now A Part Of Every Coat Given To The Elites. It Was Something He Discovered Whenever Tyler Held A Weapon, The Man Would Tremble And His Eyes Would Close. He Found Strength, Safety In Feeling 'Invisible'. Valorius Had Stitched The First Shroud Himself, With His Own Hand. And When It Was First Given To Tyler – The Change Was Immediate. From Behind His Reflective Mask The Man No Longer Feared The Blade, He Wielded It. He Trained Harder Than Any Protectorate Soldier Ever Had. He Became Elite.

And Now That Man Was Laying Before The Prince, Dying From Several Sustained Wounds To His Chest. He Looked Up With His One Open Eye, And Even Then, Bleeding So Heavily, So Many Bones Broken, He Smiled.

”H...hi..Valorius.”

”Hi, Tyler.”

The Bel Telal Smiled To The Man, Wrapping Both His Hands Around Tyler's Right And Looking Down At Him. He Rid His Face Of Any Sorrow, Any Anger At What Had Happened, And Fought Back The Negativity In Him That Was Suddenly Raging So Powerfully. Tyler Swallowed Blood That Had Gathered In His Mouth And Leaned His Head Back.

”I..I'm bleeding.”

”Yes. You are.”

”It's..bad?”

”Yes. It's...very bad.

The Words Caused Valorius Jaw To Tighten As He Again Choked Down His Anger, Tightening His Grip Around The Elites Fingers And Leaning A Little Closer.

”But it's all right. You're going to be ok. I am going to find a healer and we will fix you. You're going to be fine. I promise.”

Tyler Curled His Weak Fingers Around Valorius' Hand, Somehow Finding A Strong Grip Even With The Blood He'd Lost. A Slow Shake Of The Mans Head Was Given Then.

”N..no. No more healing. Want this.

Valorius' Eyes Widened A Second And He Cocked His Head.

”Want this? Tyler, if we don't heal you..you are going to die. Do you understand? You'll be gone.”

The Man Nodded And Swallowed Again.

”I understand.”

”Then why?”

Tyler Turned His Face Completely To Valorius, Another Smile Coming Over His Scarred Mouth.

”...Earned it.”

Even With Having Emotions His Whole Life, Even With The Furious Anger And Need For Vengeance He Was Feeling, In That Moment The Positive Energy Inside Him Flared, Dwarfing The Negative. He Felt Sorrow, He Felt Overwhelmed, He Felt – Human. All He Could Do Was Nod Softly, Patting The Mans Hand.

”Ok, Tyler. I'll stay with you.”

His Elite Grabbed At The Sleeve Of His Left Arm. Pulling Softly At It.

”You...take it.”

It Took A Second To Figure Out What Tyler Was Talking About, But In Seconds He Put 2 And 2 Together. His Eyes Widened And He Shook His Head.

”Tyler, no. I can't. It's not...not...”

Not What? Right? Fair? No It Wasn't, But What Was Fair About Death? Tyler Again Tugged At Valorius Hand, Not Speaking, Though His Expression Said Enough.

”But you wouldn't go where you're meant to go. There wouldn't be anything waiting for you, no ever-after, nothing. You would just be gone.”

When He Consumed Energy, The Essence In Him Removed The Unnecessary Aspect And Took Only The Raw Power Itself To Feed Into His Flesh. Things Like Identity, Memory, Awareness, They Were Stripped Away Like The Husk Of A Fruit While The Energy That Fueled Them Was Absorbed. He Hoped Tyler Would Listen To Reason.

He Didn't.

”Not gone. Sleeping. Sleep without dreams.”

Valorius Sighed. He Wanted To Tell The Man That It Wasn't Sleeping, It Was Nothingness. True Oblivion. But The Look, The Look In Tyler's Eye As He Spoke Of Sleep Without Dreams, It Seemed So Wishful, So Hopeful. The Prince, Despite His Feelings, Nodded.

”Ok. Ok." Tyler Smiled Wider And Released His Commanders Left Wrist. Valorius Brought His Palm Down, Hovering Just Over Tyler's Chest. The Soldier Glanced At It, Always Enjoying The Way It Glowed, Then Looked Back Up To The Prince.

”I am...Elite.

Valorius Met Tyler's Eyes, And Steeled His Face. Pride Showed On The Bel Telal's Youthful Features As He Nodded Once, But With Absolute Certainty.

”Always.”

The Static Barrier Faded As He Brought The Positive Energy In Him To Concentrate In His Hand. Thrusting The Open Palm Down, It Touched To Tyler's Body And Instantly The Mans Body Arched Up From The Ground. The Essence, The Spark That Had Begun The Best That The Protectorate Had Offer Was Pulled From The Broken Body Of Tyler. It Surged Up Into Valorius' Limb, Brightening Its Jade Glow. There Was No Pain, No Suffering For The Soldier, Just A Sense Of Comforting Detachment That Accompanied The Dying Of The Light.

It Took Only A Few Seconds, And Then The Body Lay Back To The Ground, Completely Still. The Prince Sat There, Silent For A Few Moments, His Right Hand Still Around The Gloved Fingers Of His Elite. There Was A Tornado Of Feelings In Him. Anger, Pain, Sorrow, All That The Others Who Fought On Heruin May Have Felt Individually – He Experienced It All At Once. It Took A Heavy Bit Of Will To Keep It All Back, To Keep Himself Completely Composed, But He Managed. His Hands Curled Beneath Tyler's Body, And Though The Man Was Much Larger Than Himself He Easily Stood Up With Tyler's Body And Brought It Over His Shoulder.

He Walked Towards The Portal That Had Brought The Protectorate From The Center Of Heruin To Ironhold, His Elite Slung Over His Shoulder. All Other Elites Who Had Been Assisting With The Clean-Up Efforts Saw Their Commander Walking, Carrying One Of Their Own. No Order Need Be Given, They Immediately Stopped Their Efforts And Followed After Him.

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Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 3:53 pm

Revenge is the act of passion.

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Valorius Malku

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The Commander Passed Through The Rift With His Elites Following Closely Behind. They Moved In The Typical Procession Formation, The Line Of Soldiers Making Their Way Through The Protectorate Operations Camp, Heading For The Pyre In The Distance. Nearly 1,000 Elites In Tightly Grouped Rows Of 5 Walked In A Manner That Was Both Solemn And Imposing, Through The Series Of Tents And Structures While Never Losing Step, Never Deviating From Their Forward Path. The Lower Ranked Protectorate Soldiers They Passed Saw Valorius At The Head Of The Line, A Body Carried Over His Shoulder. No Questions Were Asked, They Just Moved From The Way, Giving A Wide Berth To The Bel Telal And His Personal Troops.

Marching Forward, The Prince Didn't Look At A Single Member Of The Protectorate. His Face Might As Well Have Been Made Out Of Granite With How Steady He Kept His Eyes And How Sternly His Jaw Was Set. This Was Not A Time For Weakness, Not A Time For -Feeling-. Giving In To The Anger, To The Loss Of Such A Loyal Soldier, It Would Take Away From The Sacrifice The Man Had Made For The Group He Called Family, And The Commander He Called His Best Friend. Selfish, Self-Righteous Feelings Would Wait. Tyler Would Have His Moment.

They Moved Beyond The Tents, Across A Short Bit Of Sand To Where The Pyre Specifically Made For The Elites Had Been Erected. Tyler Had Been The Last Of Valorius' Own Soldiers Who Were Brought Off The Battlefield And To The Wooden Structure Made Just For Them. The Elites Who Had Built It Had Set The Wood Carefully, And Laid The Bodies Of Their Fallen Brothers And Sisters Upon It Equally As Careful. As With Everything They Did It Was A Model Of Precision, One That Added To The Sense Of Pride He Felt In Them. The Elites, They Were Not Just Soldiers, They Were Warriors.

"Arrêter!"

Immediately The Long Line Of Elites Froze In Their March, The Line Stopping Behind The Commander At The Sound Of His Order.

"Procession lines! All masks are to be put ON! Stand to observe!"

To Any Other Military Collective, The Orders May Have Seemed A Bit Odd, However Easy To Understand The Words In And Of Themselves Might Have Been. To Truly Know What They Meant Though, One Had To Be An Elite. When He Called To The Lines To Place Their Masks On, They Were Already Wearing Their Battle Shrouds, But That Is Exactly Why He Said It As He Did. Who They Had Been Before They Placed Those Shrouds On No Longer Existed. They Became Something Else Entirely, Something Greater Than Before. And It Wasn't Through Brain Washing, It Wasn't Through Torturous Training Methods, It Was Through Knowing The Soldiers He Selected And Showing Them The Potential They Had. That They Could Be Strong When They Felt Weak, And That They Did Not Have To Be Victims.

Over 800 Troops Moved Into Horizontal Lines Of 75 Behind The Commander, In Total 11 Lines Now Stood With Each Troop Shoulder To Shoulder, All Of Them Looking Directly Ahead. Men And Women, Humans And Non-Humans, Standing As One Single Entity, An Entity Bearing Witness To The Funeral Rite Of Their Ranks. Valorius Moved To The Pyre, And He Slowly Brought Tyler's Body From Off His Shoulder, Laying It Beside Another Fallen Elite. He Stood There Silently For A Minute Or 2, Just Looking Over The Face Of The Man, Then The Woman Beside Him, And The Younger Man Beside Her. A Smile Came Over His Lips As He Spoke Out To His Troops Without Turning And Facing Them.

"What makes us who we are? Is it the life we're born into? Can it be that simple? If all you know is pain, all you can bring is pain? If all you know is hate, than all you give is hate? Or...or is it something that's evolved? Something we add more to with every experience we have and everything we feel? I..don't know honestly. Are we made good, are we made evil? Do we ever really know if what we do is right or wrong? Or is it all a matter of timing and perspective? I can't say."

Finally He Turned From The Pyre To The Mass Gathering 20ft From Him. His Eyes Passed Over Every Stoic Face As Over 800 Pairs Of Elite Eyes Focused On Him. The Protectorate Who Had Been Working At The Base Had Begun To Slow In Their Duties, Something Gathering At The Edge Of The Encampment, Feeling The Need To Listen For One Reason Or Another. The Prince Had Never Spoken To Them Like This Before. Any Dialogue He Had With Them Was Always To Small Groups, And It Was Never With Any Kind Of Feeling. This Was Something They Hadn't Seen.

"In the end..none of what's done will matter. One day everything we've achieved, and everything we haven't will be gone. The choices we made, the decisions we avoided making, it will fade away like it never existed. So..why then do we bother? Why do we fight the void we know is coming? What is the purpose of struggling when the end is already so GODDAMN CERTAIN?"

A Bit Of That Pent Up Anger Began Rising To The Surface, But With A Momentary Close Of His Eyes And A Steadying Of Himself, He Took A Calming Breath Before Looking Upon The Soldiers Again. The Raising Of His Voice Had Made Even More Protectorate Gather At The Edge Of The Base Camp, Watching With More Interest As Their Commander Continued Speaking.

"I might not have the answer to what makes us what we are, but I know what makes us do what we do. It's our need. Our need to defy." The Bel Telal Moved From The Pyre And Towards His Troops, Stopping Only A Few Feet Ahead Of The First Row. "The world says you shall die of disease...we create cures. It said you will know only your own land...and we sailed across oceans. It says you will keep your feet on the ground, and we made ourselves wings. By its very nature, life is about defiance. Defying limitation, defying expectation, defying what the world and every fiber inside us tries to force us to be."

Valorius Glanced Over His Shoulder And Sighed Softly While Looking At The Pyre Behind Him.

"Every day, we find the will to go on. For better or for worse we design ourselves into someone that we can live with , molding and re-shaping everything we used to be. Tyler did this. He started as a slave. A beaten, bloodied mortal who's will should have broken years before. And yet I watched this man..this 'simpleton' as they called him, crawl his way out of a dungeon and out of a burning building. Did he scream out in anguish? Did he shout at the sky 'WHY ME?', Did he asks GODS for help? No. He defied. Even as the fire burned his flesh away, even with NOTHING to crawl to and no reason to care...he fought. He fought the world, he fought the Gods, he fought death. In the moment when when he was supposed to be at his weakest, with all the forces of nature standing over him shouting WE WILL BEAT YOU! WE WILL BREAK YOU! WE WILL TAKE AWAY THE LAST FUCKING THING YOU HAVE TO GIVE! And he didn't waver in his answer. He said 'You will NOT!' That was Tyler. That is what it means to be an Elite. THIS is the standard he created for you. Any single ONE of you who believes they cannot meet that demand...you dishonor his memory by wearing your shroud. Is there any who feel they cannot live up to his sacrifice? To his will? To his character?

Every Soldier Standing Before Him Stood Taller, Their Eyes Becoming More Focused As They Looked To Him. There Wasn't A Single Twitch, A Single Loss Of Posture, They Were Resolute. Valorius Nodded Only Once And Glanced To His Left Hand, Turning It So He Could Look Over His Palm. The Essence Of Tyler, It Remained Within, Glowing Almost Pure White And Kept From Being Absorbed By The Static Barrier Protecting It. Tyler's Essence Deserved A More Fitting End.

"Tyler..was only a man. He was flawed, and fallible. But he was also a warrior, and a survivor. Defiant of expectation. And...he was my friend. He came from nothing, absolutely nothing. All logic and reason said he should've grown into something horrible, something weak and controlled by fear. Yet, here he lies tonight. Fallen in battle while protecting a world not his own, from an enemy he'd never known. And this world will never even know he lived at all. The universe will forget he ever existed. But. We. Will. NOT. You are ELITES. One suffers, all suffer. One dies, all share in it. Is there any one of you not PREPARED to receive him?!"

The Elites Called Out In 1 Voice, 1 Response.

No.

Valorius Marched Towards His Soldiers, Raising His Left Hand.

"Each one of you take the shoulder of the Elite to your left! Think of the man we burn tonight! Think of his life! His PAIN! Think of his sacrifice, and RECEIVE HIM!"

Valorius Marched Down The Right Flank Of The 11 Rows, And As He Passed The Elites He Brought His Left Hand Up To Touch The Soldier Closest To Him, One Right After Another. A Portion Of Tyler's Living Essence Was Passed Into Them, And Like A Completed Circuit His Life Energy Flowed Down The Lines, Entering Each Member Standing In It. Some Screamed, Some Sobbed, Some Fell To Their Knees From The Sheer Weight Of A Lifes Worth Of Pain, Joy, And Memory Coming To Them In An Instant. They Felt It All, All That Tyler Believed In, All That He Fought For, And The Loyalty He Still Felt As He Died.

By The Time Valorius Had Reached The Final Row, He Saw The Protectorate Guards Watching With Widened Eyes In The Distance. The Elites NEVER Showed Their Faces, Much Less Any Type Of Emotion. And Now The Once Ominous Soldiers Appeared Human. The True Depth Of The Bond Amongst Them Was Laid Before All, And As He Returned The Look Of The Protectorate The Bel Telal Lifted His Left Hand Slightly.

"Tonight, we return Tyler's body to the universe that created it. But, we honor his memory with one last act of defiance. It shall NOT have his soul." Valorius Allowed The Remains Of Tyler's Essence To Finally Be Absorbed By His Body. Like The Elites, He Felt Each And Every Moment Of The Mans Life Pass Through Him In Instantaneously. With Those Sudden, Intense Emotions Inside Him He Turned Sternly And Marched Toward The Pyre, Pulling A Lit Torch From The Sand.

"..éternellement défi."

He Whispered Those Words Softly As The Torch Was Thrown To The Pyre, Igniting The Pitch Coated Lumber. The Flames Engulfed The Wood, And Soon The Bodies With It. Standing Closest To The Fire, Valorius Reached Up And Removed His Hat, Pressing It To His Chest Before Lowering His Head. A Last Show Of Respect To One Of The Best Men The World Would Never Know.

And The Rest, Was Silence.

Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 11:03 pm

Revenge is the act of passion.

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Days Had Passed Since Tyler's Body Was Laid To Burn, And The Weight Of That Loss While Still Present Had Started To Ebb A Bit. The Fresh Hollow Spot It Left Was Slowly Being Patched Over With Indignation. Not For Himself However, But For The Man And All The Others Who Had Died. Tyler Was A Name Amongst Names In The Elite, But The Truth Of It Was He Had Only Been One Of Many. Nearly 200 Of His Personal Contingent Had Been Killed Or Badly Wounded, Some Still Had Yet To Fully Recover. It Was Their Self-Chosen Duty To Stand First And Meet Whatever Threat Came For Them. But Something About It All Still Left The Commander Distraught. Did They Have To Die?

Gethe Hadn't Been Some Newly Arrived Bane, He'd Been There With Sharay When The Assaults First Started In Eiler. The Gods Would Have Known Ever Since Then That The Demon Would Come Back. Why Not Act Then? That Was The Question That Racked His Brain As He Sat At The Edge Of An Unidentified Oasis. It Was A Small Island Set In An Apparently Never Ending Ocean Of Sand Roughly 400 Miles East Of The Protectorate Base Camp. Large Enough For 3 Date Palm Trees, And A Single Fig Tree, It Was Way Too Small To Show Up On Any Map. There Were A Few Papyrus' Growing Near The Small Body Of Still Water That Sat In Between The Trees, And He Could Hear The Wind Blowing Across Them As He Looked Out Over The Sand Dunes, Contemplating. He Was Leaned Back Against One Of The Palms, Right Hand Resting On A Bent Knee And His Left Leg Stretched Out In Front Of Him Comfortably. When Pondering One Of The Universes More Difficult Questions There Weren't Many Better Places To Sit And Think, Watching The World Slowly Being Reshaped By The Breeze Somehow Put Things Into A More Rational Perspective.

Rational. To Be Rational. Was It Rational For A World Under Seemingly Constant Threat To Not Have Its Creators 'Watching The Gates'? Rationality, What Had It Ever Really Done For Him? What Had It Ever Done For Anyone? Treaties Written That Would One Day Get Broken. Arguments Fading Away Only To Reignite Further Down The Road. People He Left Alive That His Every Instinct Had Told Him Had To Die. Concepts Like Peace, Understanding, Forgiveness, They Had Their Place, But At What Fucking Price? How Empathetic Could Someone Be Before They Stopped Caring Altogether? Or Was Empathy Just Another Ideal That Got In The Way Of What Should Have Happened, But Didn't? Did Gods Show Empathy? Could They Even Understand Empathy Much Less What It -Felt- Like? A Man Didn't Empathize With An Insect. Gods Didn't Empathize With Non Gods. To Do So, They Must Be Able To Relate, And A Man Cannot Relate To An Ant. Every Deity, (Supposedly The Embodiment Of Whatever Driving Force Created Them) Was Linear. They Had One Course, One Path, And They Could Not Deviate. He'd Seen What Happened To Immortals After Thousands Of Years Of 'Walking The Path'. No Being, God Or Mortal Could Avoid The Curse Of Repetition, And The Inevitability Of Apathy.

Turning And Twisting A Minie Ball Between The Fingers Of His Right Hand, He Focused His Eyes On The Lead But Saw Something More. He Saw The Benefit Of Irrationality. It Had Started Out As Just A Hunk Of Raw Lead. But With Heat, Purpose, And A Little Time It Had Been Melted Down And Formed Into Something More. It Could Be Used To Save A Life Or To End One, To Start A War Or Finish It, To Protect Or To Destroy. One Single Fragment Or Common Metal, And Yet It Could Change The World In The Right Hands. It All Rested With The Will Of The Gunman.

And The 4 Who Carried The Biggest Guns In Aleris, In His Opinion, Had Shaky Hands. Never Quite Certain If They're Going To Draw Down Or Just Watch From A Far. Sometimes They Even Sent Their 'Champions' To Handle Their Own Problems. But Does A General March Into Battle Themselves, Or Would They Send A Soldier To Fight In Their Place? He Would Have Thought That Was A Valid Point, If Gods Weren't Able To Manifest And Reshape Reality With A Snap Of Their Fingers. Omnipotent Entities Who Send Out Capable But Vulnerable Henchmen To Do Their Bidding, Only To Rely On The Loyalty Of Those Henchmen For Power. It Felt Almost Like A Dictatorship.

The Bel Telal Might Send Out Soldiers To Handle Incursions On Heruin, But He Also Fought Along Side His Troops. He Took The Wounds, The Losses, And The Responsibility. They, The Gods, Either Sent Others To Act On Their Behalf, Appeared When The Need For Them Was Mostly Gone, Or Just Did Absolutely Nothing At All. What Then Was The Right Way? Have Them Around All The Time? Wiping Noses And Patting Heads, Making Life An Uneventful Nightmare All Across The World? There Wasn't An Easy Answer; Meddle Or Don't Meddle? Act Or Don't Act? It Was One Of The Many Questions He Just Didn't Have An Answer To. And To Not Have An Answer Was Unbelievably Frustrating.

Valorius' Thoughts Couldn't Help But Be A Bit Prejudiced Towards 'Omnipotent' Beings At That Point. What With The Goings On In Aleris, Not To Mention The Recent Information Amunette Had Given Him About Her Past, And How Ameerah, The Aspect Of Her Personality That He Had Spent The -Most- Time With, Was A Fraud Who Never Should Have Existed -- Something His Parents Could Have Mentioned. Maybe It Would Have Made Things So Much Different. If They Had Clued Him In Even A Little He Could Have Done Something, Perhaps Set Things Right So That There Wasn't So Much Lost Time. What Was Lost Time To An Eternal, Some Might Ask. It Was Everything (If The Time Meant Something To You). Even When Staring Down The Barrel Of Forever It Was Possible Not To Be Put Off By It, So Long As You Found Something To Make The Time Less Mundane. Now Knowing That Amunette Was There Behind Ameerah's Eyes Every Second, Seeing Every Smile On His Face, Watching Him Let Her Be Caged, It Made Him Feel Like A Traitor. Whether He Had Known What The Truth Was Or Not, It Didn't Shake How He Felt.

Guilty.

Things Do Change Though. Lies Can Be Revealed, Truths Can Become Known, And Entities Thought Beyond Rebuke Can Be Held Accountable. He Used The Back Of His Right Wrist To Ease The Brim Of His Hat Up Slightly, Expanding His Line Of Sight Toward The Sky. The Minie Ball In His Hand Was Flung Up Into The Air, And In A Single Fluid Motion He Drew Out The Pistol Beneath The Left Side Of His Coat, Aimed, And Fired 2 Shots In Succession. There Was A Low Clack Of Sound Followed By A 2nd As One Round Struck Another, Fused, And Was Split In Half Just As Quickly. He'd Removed 2 Paper Cartridges Along With 2 Percussion Caps From Inside His Coat When The 2 Halves Fell. While He Started Reloading His Pistol, A Ripple Of Energy Passed Through Him.

It Didn't Take Long To Recognize What, Or Rather Who It Was, So He Just Continued Priming His Weapon. When The Space A Few Feet Ahead Of Him Split, And A Feminine Shape Stepped Out That Cast A Shadow Over His Seated Person. By The Time She Had Moved To Stand Directly Ahead Of Him He Was Just Then Fitting The Percussion Caps On The Hammers. His Head Lifted Casually While He Holstered The Weapon And Looked The Chaotic Goddess Over. First Thing He Saw Was The Book In Her Hand, But He Made No Notice That He Did. Instead He Just Brought His Attention Up To Her Face, Glancing To Either Side Of Her And Not Seeing Anyone Follow. No Small Children, No Paladin, Just Herself. A Grin Slowly Crept Along His Face As His Head Leaned Back Against The Palm Behind It.

”Finally get tired of baby sitting? Or you just need a dry place to bury the pieces?”

Posted: Sat Apr 13, 2013 5:46 am

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The Goddess had left Aurora in a state of disarray. Good. That was her intention to begin with. To leave the Spring deity with questions to figure out for herself. To leave her to ponder Sharay’s words concerning her role in Aleris, how she handled her beloved ‘children’, how she risked her own beloved Paladin for the sake of another lesser being. How she entrusted Sharay to not only organize this little coup, but to clean up the mess afterward so that Aurora might come out of this waste smelling like a rose. Let Aurora question everything. Let her sit there, safe in her temple to chew over the choices she made. Let her stew upon Sharay’s truths to question her own existence and that of her siblings and their worth and purpose in Aleris. Sharay would return to her one day, in due time. Perhaps then Aurora would have the answers.

Choices. Each one led to a different path in life. Each one with an unforeseen outcome. People, deities, all were unpredictable. The game of life could change at any given point to bring joy or tragedy. Order or Chaos.

Where to go from here, though? The Dark Goddess supposed she could have made an appearance in Arthuran. Her wayward child, so lost and unsure as she wallowed in her own misery and dissatisfaction with life, surely could use the wisdom and guiding hand that Sharay could provide. If nothing else, Sharay could bring a bit of conflict and strife to the already volatile situation in Verial Akilara’s household. Besides, Deanna required a wake-up call from her beloved Goddess. Sharay was utterly exhausted knowing how low her child had sunk, and beyond fed up for being blamed for Deanna’s failures. A gift. Sharay had given the brat a gift, a sort of ‘peace’ offering, and how was she being repaid? It was insulting, and degrading to say the least. The child needed straightening out, and dealing with her personally was on Sharay’s list of things to do.

There was also Iyn and Dela to contend with. Both young women who called her their Mother. Both who clearly ignored her sage advice and instructions and instead believed their way was the wisest of courses to take. As it was, Sharay was having difficulties detecting Iyn whom she had last seen near Ironhold. Was it so wrong to command the child to stay safe? Was it so wrong to steer her away from the battlefield so that she might continue her roll as priestess and prophet for Ae`Vescra? Apparently Iyn felt so, and Sharay sighed upon thinking what her defiance had cost her.

Dela. The Dead Seed sorceress was still thriving and still in Jade. Sharay was not that far off, and could in fact detour to the city if she felt so inclined to do so. She did not. Dela had proven weak, and though Sharay loved her no less, the Dead Seed had sided with that pathetic excuse of an evil overlord in exchange for immortality. Death’s embrace should not have been feared by the young woman. Now Sharay could sense her waiting, hoping. Well let her wait. Sharay had tried, had even spared her life when she could have, and should have, ended it.

The Goddess shook her head in disgust as she sliced her hand through the air to part the seams of space and time. Effortlessly, she stepped into the doorway that led her to the dimension of Chaos. Children. They never listened. They never learned. They certainly did not appreciate or show gratitude for Sharay’s interest and care she bestowed upon them.

Sharay had already determined she would not waste her efforts dealing with the three at this time, and instead travelled through each passageway, each twist and turn of the realm until she came to a dead end. The wall was obsidian in color, oily and cold to the touch. She lay a hand against the smoothness of the gateway, one that would simply vanish later only to be replaced by another. Chaos was ever changing. Sharay closed her eyes and focused on a particular place, or rather, a particular person. Whether or not the doorway would lead her to him, well, that was up for debate. Chaos was unpredictable as well.

The air shifted and shimmered as the doorway led her to her destination, and she could see him as he sat under the tropical tree that bore unusual and rather delicious looking fruit. Sharay had changed for the occasion, adopting the sand silks worn by the southron clan women she encountered on her way to return Wish to Eiler, although she modified them to suit her taste. The bandeau and long silken skirt cut so that her legs were exposed on either side were in hues of creams, coppers and ochre. Golden clasps gleamed in the sunlight at her hips as they held the fabric together, and for once, the Goddess wore leather sandals instead of her usual bare feet. Sharay found herself fond of the lighter than air silks. She made a mental note to have more commissioned for her by the locals upon her stay in Heruin. Held firmly in one hand was the leather bound book given to her by Valorius.

The golden jesses that decorated her wrists and ankles chimed merrily as she sauntered from the portal that closed behind her, a dark brow arched as she regarded the Bel Telal with a faint smirk at his comment. She eyed the weapon he recently holstered and declined to comment about boys and their toys. “How thoughtful, and generous of the Bel Telal, but I must inform you that I am a stickler for not mixing business with pleasure. I’ve decided to take a long overdue break from bringing misery to general populace of Aleris, and instead have decided you to be worthy of that honor.”

There was little humor in her tone as she stared at him for some time, her brows drawing together, adding quietly, “I have been inside your head, Valorius, to know it is a dark place indeed, so I can only imagine what it is you sit here and ponder over so deeply in your solace.” Her lips twitched into a smile. “Solace, I might add, I have so thoughtfully disrupted.” The Goddess swept her gaze over the panoramic desert scenery, and it was only then she noted they were not located on the mainland but on some sort of island instead. The scent of sand and salt water hit her nostrils from the warm ocean breezes that kissed her face, lifting her hair to trail behind her, to brush against her cheeks. Sunlight glinted off the pristine cerulean water that she noted surrounded the isle as she turned in a circle, only to come back to face Valorius. “I would say,” she began slowly, “you have chosen the perfect thinking spot.”

The moment of quiet understanding passing, Sharay tapped the book with her fingers. “In any case, get up dear. As I stated before, I am here in holiday. I figured I deserved it, and while I was here, you could decipher this lovely bound tome for me.” Truly if she wanted to, Sharay could have done so herself, but where was the enjoyment in that? “Besides, I have yet to see the sights in Heruin or meet the lovely Padishah under circumstances that did not involve the end of the world, or something like that.”

Sharay’s smile widened then, and she flashed even white teeth. “I’m sure you could take some time out of your busy schedule to play tour guide and most gracious host for your dear friend Sharay, can you not Valorius?” Onyx eyes sparkled then with devious glee. As if she would give the poor bastard a choice in the matter.

The Goddess shifted her book to her other hand and bent slightly at the knee, reaching out so that she might grab Valorius’ left hand in her own with intent to aid him to his feet. “Let’s go boy. Fun times await us.”

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It Seemed Sharay's Arrival Hadn't Been A Spur Of The Moment Decision, At Least Not With How She Broke Down Her Plans Step By Step. For The Most Part He Stayed Silent, His Eyes Following Her As She Walked This Way And That Way, Explaining How She Was In Need Of A Holiday And He Was To Be Her Tour Guide.

When She Mentioned Having Been In His Head, His Eyes Took On A Keener Interest, Narrowing Slightly While His Grin Just Widened. A Dark Place? His Mind? Not Until Recently. The Joke Of It All Was That She Had Been Within Him Just Long Enough To Have An Idea Of The Negativity That Was Restricted Inside. However, She'd Been Released Before He Had Become Truly Whole. What Would She Think Of His Mind Now, Now That Both Parts Of Him Were United?

He Didn't Have Long To Dwell On It Because She Was Changing Subjects, Moving On To How She Enjoyed The Location He'd Picked. His Eyes Finally Moved From Her To Look Over The Scenery He Had Already Spent Several Hours Appreciating. Nodding In Affirmation He Couldn't Help Agreeing, As Far As Island Getaways Go, A Person Could Do A Lot Worse.

She Had Only Been Making A Lot Of Statements – Things She Thought, Or Felt. So, When She Turned From The Sand To Look Down At Him Where He Still Sat, He Continued Listening As She Informed Him That He Was Not Only A Tour Guide, But Also A Translator. It Took A Good Bit Of Restraint To Not Raise An Eyebrow, Confused. She Was A God. Even If She Didn't Understand A Language It Wasn't Like She Couldn't Learn It In A Few Minutes. There Was Something Else That Brought Her To Heruin, But Just Like With The Book Itself He Didn't Show Any Physical Notice Of It. Well, Other Than Some Words That Came Only After She Reached Her Hand Down To Him.

”All right. Let's see if I've got everything down. You're a god. You've got the ability to go anywhere in the world. Fuck, not just this world but..any world really. Any dimension, place, or time..you could literally go anywhere, and you come here. You come here so that I can translate a book for you..you who are thousands of years old and have probably heard more languages than there are people to speak them. You want me to be your travel guide through our burnt slice of Heaven, and then introduce you to Amunette. Great idea by the way, can't see what could go wrong with that.. For A Second He Cocked His Head And Raised An Eyebrow, Really -Selling- The Sarcasm. And you assumed that you would just hop, skip, and portal yourself to where I was and get me to do -all- of that?”

His Eyes Glanced From Her Face, To Her Offered Hand, And Back To Her Face In Those Few Silent Seconds. Then Came A Resigned Sigh From Him, Easing The Brim Of His Hat Down With 2 Fingers Of His Right Hand As His Other Luminescent Limb Reached Out And Took Hold Of Hers. The Instant The Static Barrier Made Contact With Her Skin, The Energy It Held Hummed More Loudly. Small Flashes Of Emerald Appeared Throughout His Palm And Fingers As One Energy Responded To Another. ”Am I so damn predictable? Going to have to work on that.” Even Though He Grinned, Inside There Was A Part Of Him That Seethed Because Of How Certain She Was. It Wasn't That She Said What She Said, It Was How Smug She Was About The Whole Thing. Like He'd Already Pretty Much -Done- Everything She Mentioned, It Was Just A Matter Of Playing Catch Up With Reality. It Prodded Him A Bit, So He Wanted A Way To Steal Her Thunder. Something He Could Say? Or Do?

And That's When The Grin Came Back To Him. Not A Telling One, Just A Grin That Said He Was Agreeing To What She'd Mentioned. Tour Guide, Translator, Yeah Sure He'd Do All That Shit. But What He Did First Was As Unexpected For Him As It Was For Her. He Used Her Assistance To Help Him To His Feet, And He Sprung Up Easily Without Much Effort From Himself Or Her. The Instant He Was Vertical His Left Hand Slipped From Hers And Wrapped Around Her Shoulders To Draw Her In. His Right Hand Sealed The Deal, Wrapping Around Her Lower So That He Could Take A Firm Hold Of Her And Lift Her Off The Ground In A Hug.

It Wasn't An Awkward 'Oh, We've Met Once Or Twice And I Don't Know If We're Really At The Hugging Stage Yet..But I'm Going To Try Anyway' Kind Of Hug. It Was A 'I Know You Had No Fucking Idea This Was Coming, And Before You Can Do A Damn Thing About It..Too Late, I'm Fucking Hugging You. That's What's Happening. Make Peace With It.'

It Lingered For A Few Moments, Long Enough For Her To Be Held In The Air Several Seconds With Just The Snug Curl Of His Arm, And Firm Grip Of His Hand Supporting Her.

”I'd be happy to. Glad you could make it.”

If She Was Expecting Some Kind Of Frustrated, Indignant, Contrary Argument To Anything She'd Said, Well, She Wasn't Going To Get It. Whether Or Not It Was What She Wanted From Him Didn't Matter. The Fact That He Could Re-Write Whatever She Might Have Expected His Response To Be Was More Than Enough To Prove Much About Him Had Changed.

Slowly He Lowered Her Down To The Sand And Slipped His Arms From Around Her Before Taking A Step Back. Pointing His Right Thumb Back Over His Shoulder, His Grin Widened.

”There's a rift gate over here, it'll take us to the main house. Amunette should still be there unless she's having some quality time with the mirror again.” Sharay Wouldn't Know Anything About The Ameerah/Amunette Dynamic, So She Wouldn't Know Of The Padishah's Habit Of Beating The Hell Out Of Herself. Sure, He Could Tell Her All About It On The Way There But...

Where's The Fun In That?

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”All right. Let's see if I've got everything down. You're a god. You've got the ability to go anywhere in the world. Fuck, not just this world but..any world really. Any dimension, place, or time..you could literally go anywhere, and you come here. You come here so that I can translate a book for you..you who are thousands of years old and have probably heard more languages than there are people to speak them. You want me to be your travel guide through our burnt slice of Heaven, and then introduce you to Amunette. Great idea by the way, can't see what could go wrong with that.."

She remained as she was, her outreached hand waiting as she stood ever so patiently for Valorius to finish. Sarcasm was obviously a strong point for him, none which undetected by Sharay. Yet her facial features remained serene as she refused to rise to the bait offered. Sure she could have protested but none of what he said was untrue so there was really no point in responding.

And you assumed that you would just hop, skip, and portal yourself to where I was and get me to do -all- of that?”

Sharay arched a brow, her lips twitching as she fought the smile that threatened to appear on her lips. It was as if she had asked him for the sun and stars, something of near impossibility, though she really couldn’t blame him for his reaction.

So she waited. It would not take long.

Her prediction was correct. The audible sigh heard was enough of an agreement had it been verbally acknowledged. The feel of his hand against her, the pulsating energetic force that vibrated under his skin threatening to pull at her own essence had he not had the will to keep it at bay, was not unpleasant or painful. She could have very well chosen his right hand to reach for, to avoid that particular side of his body altogether as she had once done in past, but they had moved on from that particular chapter in their lives, had they not? Surely a level of trust had built somewhere between them, or at the very least, Sharay was willing to try.

Ah there it was, that shit eating grin of his that she had counted on, and Sharay had matched it with one of her own as he rose effortlessly to his feet.

“There. That wasn’t so difficult, now was it?” She couldn’t help the smug sound of satisfaction from creeping into her tone. Predictable? Perhaps, or perhaps it was simply a matter of knowing. The Goddess knew how he would react, how he would respond to her arrival. It was just a matter of time.

“All falsehood is a mask; and however well made the mask may be, with a little attention we may always succeed in distinguishing it from the true face.”

The familiarity of the words would be recognized by him surely, for Valorius was no fool and she knew it. There was no point of hiding or disguising her own capabilities or intelligence, for he had already called her out on them. Valorius could have well informed her to take her ass back to Eiler or wherever she wished to go. He could have dismissed her requests, no demands really, and told her to shove them where the sun didn’t shine, but he hadn’t and Sharay knew he wouldn’t. Sharay was fully confident a minor ruse would not bring about division between them. Besides, Sharay always believed herself to be one step ahead in the game, but the man that stood before her proved to her that nothing was sure in life, that her ability to foresee certain outcomes was not always absolute.

In other words, he left her utterly stupefied with his next move.

That grin of his seemed to contain an air of smug superiority which completely crushed hers the moment his arm slid around her shoulders. Before she could open her mouth to question his actions, she felt herself secured in his grip and lifted in his embrace, her feet dangling off the ground as she reached out automatically to grasp at his shoulder with her free hand.

Sharay met his gaze with her own, indigo flames burning in those dark pools as he assured her that her presence was most welcome by him in more ways than one it would seem. This demonstration of ‘affection’ displayed only solidified the truth of his words- that he was genuinely happy to see her, which mystified her more than she would admit.

“Most unexpected,” she finally murmured as her feet touched sand again, but despite her nonchalant attitude he would notice that as she turned to follow the direction he indicated, her lips curled into the faintest and briefest of smiles before she faced him with that perfectly blank expression she had adopted so very long ago. The Goddess drew her shoulders back and regained her composure once more as he mentioned the rift gate that would take them to his place of residence that he shared with...Amunette, now was it? The enigmatic referral to his counterpart’s mirror obsession only drew forth more curiosity from Sharay about the Padishah.

Sharay gestured with a sweep of her hand toward Valorius. Curiosity did not equal stupidity. The Goddess would allow the young man to enter his domain before her considering she was not fully prepared for what awaited her. If Ameerah or rather, Amunette, was unstable or not particularly up for Sharay’s impromptu arrival, well then, it would be Valorius’ job to see to her well being and comfort seeing she was his most esteemed guest, now wouldn’t it?

“By all means, lead and I shall follow.”

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The Look On Her Face, It Was Incredulous, It Was Slightly Confused, And That Was What He'd Been Going For. It Wasn't Easy Surprising Someone That Had Been Around (In One Manner Or Another) For Thousands Of Years, So It Was Inevitable To Feel Just A Bit Of Satisfaction When He Did Just That. Which Is Why He Complied So Quickly When She Offered To Let Him Lead The Way, Let Her Process What Happened While He Played Travel Guide. Turning From Her With A Grin On His Face, He Walked From The Oasis And Tucked His Right Hand In The Pocket Of His Jacket. He Brought Her To 4 Metallic Posts That Stood A Good 5ft Above The Sand, Leaving To Wonder Just How Deep They Were Buried.

The Rift Gate Was Something That Existed All Throughout His Home World. It Was A Simple, Convenient Way To Get Around, And Most All It Was Different From The Standard Portal. A Portal Was A Hole Created In The Fabric Of Reality That Brought Together 2 Areas Separated By Space Or Dimension. The Rift Didn't Create A Hole, It Bent Space By Concentrating The Natural Energies Of The World Itself At Precise Points. Basically, The 4 Posts Were Buried So That They Passed Through Adjacent Ley Lines. As The Energy Surged Through The Metal 'Channels' It Was Concentrated At The Point Of Each Post, Ionizing The Air So Heavily And So Fast That The Threads Which Held The Area Together Began To Sway And Bend. What That Meant Is It Created A Direct Passage Between One End Of A Ley Line And The Other By Easing The 'Curtain' Aside, Not Ripping Clear Through It.

It Was All About Direction. The Way You Entered The Rift Decided Where You Ended Up. Since Ley Lines Ran All Across The Planet, If You Entered Wrong You Could End Up At The Bottom Of The Fucking Ocean, Or Inside The Base Of A Volcano. Reading Energy Let You Know What Line Went Where, And Fortunately It Was An Ability He'd Had All His Life. Without Missing A Step He Glanced Over His Right Shoulder, Using His Peripheral To Meet Her Eyes.

”When you step in, turn sharp right and stay on my heels. It's easy getting stuck. Getting out is a pain in the ass.”

In The Rift A Person Was Pretty Much 'Weaving' Through The Threads Of Existence, Passing Through The Space Between Many Knit Strands. If You Accidentally Got Caught Up On A Thread, It Was Like Being Snagged Between Existing And Not Existing. A Part Of The World And Yet Not A Part Of It. The Feeling Was Impossible To Explain Beyond Saying It Was Unpleasant As Hell. Still, He Stepped Between 2 Of The Metallic Poles And His Body Seemed To Just Fade Away. When She Joined Him Beyond The Gate, She Could See The World Outside The 4 Metal Posts Was Vibrating, Vibrating So Intensely That It Was All Made Into A Multi-Colored Blur. Just As He Had Told Her To Do, He Made A Sharp Right Turn After Stepping Into The Rift And Passed Through The Open Space Between The Poles.

Where They Came Out Of The Rift Was A Few Hundred Miles From The Oasis, On A Beach Just 2 Or 3 Dozen Yards From Amunette And His Home. The Instant They Stepped Out, There Was A Trio Of Sand Golems Patrolling Along The Waters Edge Just Several Short Feet From Them. Ever The Sentinels Of The Island, The Sphinx Shaped Guardians Eyed Sharay Without Seeming To Notice Him. She Was An Outside, He Wasn't, Simple As That. When They Stepped From The Rift Gate He Looked Over To His Home Briefly Before Moving On. He Could Feel Amunette There, And What He Felt From Her At The Moment Was A Calm. That Was A Good Thing.

”She's inside. Let's go get you two introduced.”

A Bit Of A Smirk Came Over Him As He Moved For The House. It Was A Large Beach Front Homestead, Made Of Sand Stone, Wood, And Elegant Glass. They Approached From The Front, And The Large Wooden Door Was Given A Soft Shove As He Took Her Inside. The First Point Of Notice Was A Massive Metal Door That Reflected Like Polished Silver To Her Far Left. There Was A Crevice In The Wooden Wall Just To The Side Of It, And The Crevice Itself Was Shaped Like A Persons Left Hand. Maybe She Noticed It, Maybe It Interested Her, But They Were There For Something Else So An Explanation About What Was Behind The Door Would Have To Wait.

”This way. Once we've gotten you two acquainted, we can check out the rest of the house..maybe even the island. All depends on how long you plan to stick around.”

In The End She Was Still Chaotic, So The Possibility He Could Turn Around At Any Time And Find Out He Was Talking To Himself Was Always There. Which Is Why He Didn't Commit To Any 1 Plan In Regard To Her And Ended Up Just Playing It By Ear. For The Time Being He Brought Her Further Into Their Home, Heading In The Direction Where Amunette's Presence Was Strongest. As They Moved They Passed By Several Glass Cases Against The Right Wall, Some Larger And Some Smaller. There Were Shelves In All The Cases And On Each Shelf There Was A Series Of Glass Looking Orbs With An Emerald Light Radiating From Inside. There Were Various Weapons In Cases, Books On Shelves, And The Entire Building Seemed Part Of Something – Bigger. Certain Little Details Like Small, Clockwork-Esque Machinery And Metallic Rods That Ran Down Walls Hinted That There Was More To The Home Than What Could Be Seen.

As He Brought Her Into The Study, He Smiled And Gestured His Left Hand To One Of The Velvet Lined Chairs.

”Have a seat.”

He Headed For The Small Bar That Sat On The Far Side Of The Room. Picking Up A Bottle Of Eau De Vie, He Poured Himself A Glass And Took A Sip Before Turning Around To Face Her. Leaning Back Against The Bar His Left Elbow Propped On The Edge, While The Backside Of His Drink Holding Right Hand Eased The Brim Of His Hat Up Just Slightly Over His Eyes.

”And now we wait. She'll know we're here so it won't be long. You...should probably have a drink or two. But remember, everything here works more on an energy level than a physical one, so be careful, or I'll end up having to carry your drunken divine ass back to chaos.” He Smirked Even As He Warned Her, Ideas Of Her Staggering Through Aleris, Picking Fights And Throwing Empty Liquor Bottles At Temples Was Too Much To Bear With A Straight Face.

It Was Strange But He Didn't Seem The Slightest Bit Nervous Or Concerned About The Potential Meeting Of The 2 Women. Just As Sharay Had Felt Earlier That A Certain Measure Of Trust Had Been Built Between Them, He Felt The Same Way. He'd Saved Her From Blowing Herself To Pieces, She Was There To Offer Help In Putting Him Back Together During The Last Conflict, So It Made The Past Aggression Between Them Seem Less And Less Important. As Far As He Was Concerned If It Hadn't Happened The Way It Did, They Never Would Have Ended Up Where They Found Themselves At That Exact Moment. So, For Him Anyway, The Present More Than Justified The Past.

Convincing Amunette Of That? Well – Anything Was Possible.

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There she sat. Surrounded by old, dusty, books pilfered from the Imperial Library in Eternelle Lune. This was far too much like studying for her liking but really, what could be done? It wasn't as if she could just ask her parents for the information considering they would more than likely try to stop her if they got an inkling of what she was up to. If not for their promise not to interfere they would have probably tried to stop her already. Or just, you know, make her not exist.

At the moment she was sitting at the table in their bedchambers that had become the repository for all of the various musty tombs she now possessed, sifting through yet another worn book on ancient Egyptian Hieroglyphs in an effort to find out more about the symbol she'd seen etched onto the wall of her cell in the vision of her youth. So far all she had been able to determine was that it had been used by a Cult of Priests dedicated to Ra at some point in time but did little to explain why it had shown up in the wards of her prison. Flipping to the last page and finding nothing that would help her she tossed the ancient book aside as if it were a crumpled tissue, heedless of where it landed or whether or not the fragile book could handle such rough treatment. Given that it hadn't disintegrated yet outside of a protected environment she could only assume her Mother had placed an enchantment on the book to protect it and it would damn well take all the abuse she chose to dish out.

With an audible sigh that filled the room she took up another book, this one on family history. It wasn't just a matter of figuring out who had kidnapped her as a child and set her on this path, she also had to figure out the original curse that turned the de Sade line into a line of loup garou. She knew it was her grandmother's mother who had placed the curse, but unless Laksmi wished to appear and explain how to lift it she was going to have to piece together how it was done herself so she could figure out the counter spell. Again, not really her forte. A little blood, a whole lot of will, and bada bing she had magic. This whole planning and studying and craft spells crap was, in her opinion, less powerful people. Then why had her great-grandmother done it? She'd been a Djinn, a full Marid Djinn, why had she bothered with such an intricate spell? Why not just kill her grandfather? Call it a day? Why the hell did her family have to be such secretive assholes?

Frustration bubbled up as she leafed through the book, looking for anything pertaining to her dirty gypsy ancestors, the ones who had given refuge to a hiding Djinn who later cursed her grandfather for getting her daughter pregnant. It was frustration born out of having to even do this. Shouldn't she just know this shit? Like, shouldn't it be part of the family history? The part they actually KNEW? Oh no, that would be far too easy and forthcoming for her “Look how Enigmatic and Cool I Am” parents. This book soon suffered the same fate as the first as she threw it across the room, only this time it was with considerable more force, enough that the book busted the plaster on the wall where it hit. With a soft growl she pushed back from the table, still clad only in the black panties and white silk button up shirt that fell to mid-thigh that she had drawn on that morning. She had no plans to go into Drybrush so hadn't bothered with additional clothing. Hell, people were lucky she didn't walk around naked all the time.

Bare feet padded across the plush Turkish rug to the side bar where she began preparing a glass of absinthe, the wormwood concoction enhanced to affect one of her ilk, naturally. Slotted spoon, sugar cube, fire, stir, and voila. The glass had just touched to her lips when she felt it, Valorius' return, the force of his presence could be felt approaching before he even entered the building. The moment he stepped foot into the house she could feel he was not alone, he had brought someone home with him. Someone..female. It wasn't a relative, she'd sense that. That left only two females that could possibly be accompanying him.

It could be Discord who couldn't possibly be that stupid, though all evidence was to the contrary, or Sharay. She knew which would-be femme fatale her money was on but oh, why not take a look. Downing the absinthe the glass was left, forgotten, on the side bar as she headed across the room towards the door that would lead her to the main room. It might have occurred to some to put on more clothing but such things didn't occur to her. This was her home, after all, if she wanted to wear pasties and a thong all over the damn place, she would.

Moving silently on bare feet she wound her way through the corridors that would lead her to the main room where she sensed Valorius had settled with his guest. It wasn't long before she was appearing in the high arched entrance way that led from the room to the private quarters. Leaning her right shoulder against the archway her left hand rose to prop against her hip, her gleaming red gaze moving from Sharay whom she took in fully and at her own leisurely pace, to Valorius. For a long moment she said nothing and when she finally did speak her voice was as dry as the desert they lived in.

”This is a joke, right?”

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Valorius had instructed her on how to navigate through the rift, specific instructions as a precaution for her own safety. The Goddess rolled her eyes and snorted, but followed them without complaint as obviously their means of travel was questionable. Unpredictability could be a bitch, and like a bitch she was hot on his heels having no interest to deviate from their selected path only to end up somewhere..unpleasant. The view from her perspective however, was not.

Onyx orbs took in the sight of the golems that patrolled the shoreline, and Sharay’s lips twitched at the sight of them as they regarded her with interest but otherwise did not approach her in a hostile manner despite detecting an unknown. They were merely doing their job to protect.

The Goddess entered his not so humble abode and slowed her pace sufficiently just enough to absorb her surroundings. Her attention was drawn to the metallic door that any observer couldn’t help but notice as they stepped within. Her brows arched ever so slightly, but she refrained from inquiring as Valorius was ushering her along. Perhaps she would question what lie beyond, perhaps not. Sharay was silent as they made their way to whatever destination he was leading her, but her eyes swept over as much as possible on their way. If she approved or disapproved of his home and its possessions, she said nothing. There would be plenty of time to snoop around later if she felt inclined to do so.

They entered a room and Valorius indicated for her to sit, a gesture of his hand indicating a chair for her own use, and she did so as he helped himself to a drink from one of the various bottles of a well stocked bar. While he was busying himself with that, Sharay bent down to unlace her sandals, shaking out the sand that had accumulated before setting the leather foot gear aside neatly. Unaccustomed to such hospitality and unsure of how to act accordingly as she rarely found herself in such a situation, Sharay settled back against the plushness of the chair and crossed her legs revealing an expanse of exposed leg, her hands resting lightly upon the arms. She watched as Valorius sipped his drink, nimble fingers drumming lightly against the velvet.

”And now we wait. She'll know we're here so it won't be long. You...should probably have a drink or two. But remember, everything here works more on an energy level than a physical one, so be careful, or I'll end up having to carry your drunken divine ass back to chaos.”

An amused smile touched her lips at the thought that perhaps an alcoholic beverage was required to put Sharay at ease in preparation for the arrival of his counterpart, and she stifled whatever comment she would have made at the very thought of becoming so inebriated to require Valorius to play designated chauffeur to her intoxicated self. “No thank you,” she murmured politely as she declined the offer. The impending meet and greet outcome was unpredictable, and Sharay would not waste time making herself at home until she determined Amunette’s reaction to be a positive, or at the very least...less hostile than perhaps Valorius was imagining. She gauged his demeanor and found him not on edge, but rather calm and reserved. If Valorius had any doubts or hesitations, he hid them well.

Finally the lady of the manor made her presence known, and Sharay’s head swiveled toward the arched doorway to take in the sight that was Amunette. If she was aware she had company, she certainly did not dress to impress. Silence ticked by before Amunette broke it and in doing so, Sharay threw her head back and laughed the second after Amunette questioned her arrival as being passed off as a joke. The throaty sound filled the expanse of the study, but Sharay’s reaction was not meant to mock for the Goddess truly found herself experiencing great mirth at the situation.

Slowly rising, the jesses that decorated her wrists and ankles chimed as she sauntered over to where Valorius stood by the bar. “I think I’ll take that drink now,” she chuckled as she reached for a glass to pour herself the same beverage Valorius had chosen. With glass in hand, she reached for the brim of his hat and tugged at it playfully as she was wont to do.

“I like her. She’s quite charming, Valorius” her eyes lighting up with pleasure as she clinked her glass against his. “Cheers.” Sharay’s voice was thick with humor before she downed the clear liquid in one gulp. Whether or not Amunette felt the same was irrelevant as Sharay found herself enjoying this moment immensely, and not the least put off by Amunette's less than gracious greeting. She flashed a bright smile as she poured herself another, glancing between Amunette and Valorius before she proclaimed with great enthusiasm, “This is good. We're having fun now.” More of the brandy passed her lips to travel down her throat and Sharay set the glass down upon the bar before rubbing her hands together briskly, the grin widening as her gaze settled upon Valorius. “Oh yes. Lots and lots of fun. Don’t you agree, dear?”

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Valorius Malku
All Right, So Far So Good. As He Took A Sip From His Glass He Looked Over Towards Sharay, His Eyes Lingering A Second Before Passing Back To Amunette. "No, it's not a joke. She asked to come here to meet you. I decided that it made sense after all, she did help with taking out Gethe and the rest of his soldiers..so the least I could do was show her around, and let her know who you are. I mean, beyond you screaming and blade-raping people." He Shrugged His Right Shoulder Before Taking Another Sip From His Glass. Passing Another Glance Between The 2 Women He Sighed Softly And Eased From The Bar With A Push Of His Elbow Against The Edge. "Oh fine. Amunette, Sharay. Sharay, Amunette. I'm sure you'll both get along great.." His Eyes Widened For A Second In Mock Exaggeration As He Tucked His Free Hand In The Pocket Of His Jacket. What More Could He Really Say? He Was Basically Tossing 2 Cats In A Bag And Then Tying It Shut, But Damned If It Wouldn't Be Interesting. Walking From The Bar To An Empty Chair To Drop Into, He Fell Back With A Thump Before Leaning His Head Back Against The Soft Velvet. At That Moment He Was Feeling Just A Bit Apprehensive, And With Good Reason. Neither Of Them Was Known For Tact, Or Civility, And Over The Last Few Months He Wasn't Exactly The Poster Child For Calm Living Himself, So It Was Situation That Had All The Right Ingredients To Become Especially Volatile. He'd Kept His Word Though, He Brought Her Here And Introduced Her To The Padishah, Everything Else Was Just Going To Have To Be Played By Ear.

Ameerah Amunette
Ameerah Amunette held her silence as Sharay began laughing at her reaction to seeing the other woman there. Still she said nothing as Sharay rose and moved to Valorius, stating they were having fun, though her eyes did narrow a fraction as Sharay tugged the hat down over Valorius' eyes, the gesture being awfully...familiar. It was Valorius that broke the silence following Sharay's laughter, informing her that Sharay had wanted to meet her. It wasn't difficult to detect his apprehension. Even if she couldn't sense what went on inside of him it would only stand to reason he would be apprehensive. Ameerah had wanted to kill Sharay over the whole living inside Valorius thing, or was it that she had been the one to help Valorius unlock what was buried within him? Didn't know, didn't care, Ameerah was a half-a tard on her best day, as far as she was concerned. Always ready to jump the gun and just start murdering people. Ameerah simply did not possess the level head she did and a slight glare was sent Valorius way as that thought floated through her mind on the off chance he picked it up and might have some idea about disagreeing with her, or laughing, whichever. Both Valorius and Sharay had obtained drinks and, once Valorius had dropped into the chair, she pushed off the wall and made her barefooted way towards the side bar that Sharay still stood near. Passing in front of Valorius she cast a sideways glance his way, as if to question his sanity or perhaps just in wonderment that he had such a masochistic streak. Fucking de Sades, they were all fucked up. Looking back to Sharay a slight smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. Pausing at the bar she reached unerringly for the bottle of green liquid she preferred, another side glance given though this time towards Sharay. "So..vacation for the denizens of chaos. And you came...here?" Her tone sounded incredulous but hey, look, see! She was being nice....ish.

Sharay
She held her tongue for as long as possible while introductions were made, having refilled her drink in the meantime. This time though, she sipped, slowly and thoughtfully as she regarded Amunette with blatant curiosity. A half-smile formed on her lips as she pushed from the bar to retake her previous seat, dropping lazily onto the velvety plush chair with the ease of a cat. Sipping at her drink, which she considered rather enjoyable to her standards, Sharay would let her gaze travel from Valorius to Amunette. She caught the look given to him and resisted the urge to laugh again, knowing this time it would indeed insult her hostess. Silence endured for the longest of ages as it would seem that each one was carefully gauging the other's reactions. Sharay's attention was drawn to Amunette, to fully regard her and the slightly sarcastic comment made. The Goddess took her time sipping her drink again, eying the red-haired woman over the rim of her glass for a moment before choosing to respond. "Of course," she lowered her glass to cup in her hand as it set upon her lap. "Valorius is here. I wished to see him." The elusive smile was firmly in place as she replied rather matter-of-factly. "And if I am to be quite honest, I was curious about you as well, so I saw little harm in paying a visit to your... delightful... continent." She settled comfortably in the chair, drawing her legs up to tuck under her body. "Assuming that I am welcome here." Her head turned so that she could face Valorius head on, her smile widening ever so slightly. "Do let me know when my time in your lovely home has expired, dear, and I will be more than happy to finish my drink and leave." But even as she posed the question to Valorius, Sharay's gaze returned once more to Amunette, her brow lofting as she watched the other woman with interest. Women...such unpredictable creatures that rarely dealt with logic or reasoning, preferring emotion over rationale. Somehow though, Sharay felt that Amunette was different and would wait patiently to judge her before confirming what she believed to be truth already.

Valorius Malku
Ok, Things Were Civil, That Was Good. No Blood, No Screaming, No Holes In Anything That He Would Have To Patch Up Later. All In All, It Was Turning Out Better Than He Anticipated. The Question Amunette Asked Was The Same One He Had Posed To Sharay When She Arrived. Heruin Was Hardly A Vacation Get Away. But, It Did Have Its Appeal As She Had Seen When Appearing At The Oasis. When She Sat In The Chair And Looked At Him, Stating That He Could Tell Her To Leave When Her Time Expired, He Couldn't Help But Smirk. "Time doesn't expire, it's always current. I told you I'd bring you here and I did. I told you I'd introduce the two of you, and I did. There's no point in me doing that if I was just going to throw you the fuck out once all those things were done..." He Turned His Eyes From Sharay To Amunette, And Continued. "She can hold a grudge...it's the gypsy in her. She's been busting her ass trying to find information about our family history and here it is, staring her in the face. She's angry because of all that..trying to take over Aleris, ending up part of me business. But, if that hadn't have happened..I wouldn't be where I am now. I'd still be walking around in a long coat, taking people out whether or I wanted to or not, telling myself it was all to keep things in order. Because, you know, murdering people is always the best way to balance things out." He Scoffed And Finished His Glass Before Setting It On The Small Side Table Near His Chair. "The truth is..I like myself better this way. I feel..right. You like me better this way because now I understand -you- better.." That Part Was Spoken To Amunette. And Then Once More He Looked Towards Sharay; "And you and I are actually friends when that's the last thing that anyone would've expected. So..from turbulant beginnings we find a peaceful end. Nobody had to die, the world didn't have to be destroyed, AND I got a fucking hat." His Right Index Finger Pointed To His Hat As He Glanced The 2 Women. "The hat makes it all worth it."

Ameerah Amunette
Ameerah's lip visibly curled when he stated the fact she held a grudge was because of her gypsy ancestry and she glared at Valorius from where she still leaned back against the side bar. Sharay had stated they could tell her to leave at any time and poof, she'd be gone. Her eyes were on Valorius but the Padishah knew the words were intended for her and when Sharay looked her way her suspicions were confirmed. Valorius was quick to jump in, stating that would make little sense and a single brow rose at the way he was so quick to justify it all, including Sharay having inhabited him for a short time. No, she didn't especially enjoy that aspect, nor the fact that the two of them had been locked in the Nexus Chamber, alone, where she couldn't see anything that went on. But...it was done. Valorius hadn't done anything he would regret so she didn't have the urge to destroy Sharay that Ameerah had possessed. Tapping a fingernail against the side of the glass she pushed off the side bar and made her way to the plush white chair seated closest to Valorius and sank languidly into it, her left leg curling beneath her as she did. "First off, Valor, you can suck it. I'm not holding a grudge. You want grudge holding, speak with the mongrel. Oh wait, you can't." Her words ended on a satisfied smirk that she had been successful in stifling Ameerah completely for the time being. The walls of their home had been covered in the same intricate blood pattern as her chateau in Arthuran which would effectively keep Ameerah at bay no matter how unfocused Amunette became. "And yes, we know, you're whole now and you and Sharay here are besties, let's all sing a rousing chorus of kumbayfuckingyah." She was cranky. But not at Valorius or even Sharay and her inner stress would be evident in the way she proceeded to roll her head, her neck cracking in various locations. Glancing to Sharay she paused a moment but eventually let her posture relax slightly. "Welcome to Absolom Isle, Sharay. Any friend of Valorius' is welcome here as long as they like so long as it's not Discord." Raising the glass she held she toasted Sharay as an end to her welcoming statement before tossing the entirely of the green liquid back in a single gulp. "I'm gonna need something stronger than this, I can sense it," she muttered.

Sharay
This time Sharay did laugh as what she deemed a tense situation began to fade. She held up her own glass to Amunette, not entirely sure of the conversaton the two were having with her present. Some private issues they were working out, pehraps? In any case, Sharay sipped her drink then and nodded once to Amunette. "I assure you I am not this...Discord." Her eyes shifted from one to the other, a slight smile hidden once more behind her glass as she drank. Amunette's reaction to Valorius was nothing short of amusement for her. "Besties?" She murmured quietly, puzzled by the usage of the word, but then she shrugged, reminding herself to inquire about that at a later date. Sharay tilted her head to the side for a moment, her brows drawn together as she eyed the odd concoction that the fiesty redhead was downing like water. "Do all eternal beings drown themselves in drink to ease themselves, or is it a preferred custom?" Without waiting for a response, Sharay unfolded her legs and stood then. She flashed Valorius a smile that could have meant anything. "And to think how horrid of an idea of mine this -could- have been." Shaking her head, laughter filling her dark eyes, she found herself once more at the bar to set her glass down. "So!" She began brightly to the two of them. "Now that all pleasantries," she said the last word with slight sarcasm, "are out of the way, shall we get to know each other a bit better?" She paused then, cocking her head to the side as she snickered. "Actually Valorius I've gotten to know you quite well. Perhaps we shall pass on this part of the game with you and focus of your lovely better half instead, hmm?" Folding her arms under her breasts, Sharay gave her full attention to Amunette. "You radiate hostility, yet I don't believe it is personally directed at me." Not that Sharay cared if it was or not. "But I am not here to treat you for whatever disorders you might have. I truly am here to...bond...with you, I suppose," she laughed then. "So let the bonding begin."

Valorius Malku
The Mention Of Discord Had Him Raising His Right Hand And Giving Amunette The Finger As He Looked To His Empty Glass. Damn, He Was Going To Have To Get Up Wasn't He? Wait No, Fuck That. He Glanced To Amunette, Then The Bottle, Pointing At It And Then Opening His Hand As If To Catch It. "For the record, Discord's been a decent captain. She's loyal and the guards listen to her..she just has... baggage." After Amunette Tossed Him The Bottle Of Eau de Vie He Pulled The Cork From It And Pouring Himself Another Drink Before Setting The Bottle Down And Taking The Glass In Hand. While He Had Fixed Himself A 2nd Bit Of French Schnapps, Amunette Had Seemed To Find A Peaceful Civility With Sharay, And Again He Felt Himself Relax A Bit. Sharay's Question Of Whether Or Not Eternals Drown Their Issues With Alcohol Made Him Laugh A Little As He Took A Drink. His Father Didn't Drink Alcohol, His Mother Had The Occasional Bit Of Wine, Ameerah Had Been A Lush, Amunette Liked Her Liquor, And He Had Only Started Enjoying It In The Last Year Or 2. The Alcohol Wasn't What Effected Them Though, It Was The 'Alterations' Made To It That Helped The Effects Along. It Wasn't To Escape From Reality Though, It Was To Help Deaden The Constant Influx Of Information And Sensation, At Least For Him. It Helped Submerge The Intensity In A Sea Of Intoxication, And For A Little While At Least, It Was Peaceful. That's What He Thought To Himself As He Looked Over Sharay At The Bar, Then Glanced To Amunette In Her Chair. "Yes. Let the bonding begin. If you need I can go outside or something while you two paint nails, or braid hair or whatever it is that your gender does." Again He Looked Towards Sharay From Over The Rim Of His Glass. "And you're right. Her hostility isn't for you..it's for everything and everyone. Even I'd have to sleep with my pistol when she was around...if I slept that is."

Ameerah Amunette
Valorius lipped her off as Sharay assured her she wasn't Discord but it was Valorius' words that had her responding. "Yes, she's loyal just like any fucking dog and they obey her because you told them too." Glancing to Sharay she elaborated a bit, "She's really nothing more than a charity case and colossal pain in my ass." If it was one thing she agreed with Ameerah on, it was Discord. Neither of them cared for the half-wit. Sharay went on to question their alcohol consumption and Valorius attempted to explain it. Her answer? A shrug and and two words, "It's fun." Hearing Sharay speak of bonding she was finally able to be the one laughing as, glancing towards where Sharay was standing near the bar she smirked slightly. "The last chick I bonded with was naked and shackled to my bed. Are you volunteering?" Her brows rose slightly, amusement lacing her voice as she suggested Sharay might wish to take the place of the submissive that had been in her bed. Kisa, maybe? Or Rain? She tended to forget. You ever forget? It happened to her. "And as for you, chuckles, I wouldn't stab you in your sleep, silly boy. It's much more satisfying to watch your face as you die." Her voice was saccharine in tone, as if to imply she was serious, though in truth Valorius was likely the only person she'd never considered killing at least once. Sharay wanted to...bond with her. Well, that only left one question as far as she was concerned. "Why?" It was blunt and to the point but also genuine. There was no mockery in her tone, she simply wished to know Sharay's motives. Many would question why she asked, assuming Sharay would simply lie to her regardless of her true motives, but for some reason she doubted Sharay would lie in this instance. If for no other reason because she considered Valorius a friend. Eventually her lips eased into a smile, "I don't think there's room inside me for the both of us and the mongrel."

Sharay
The banter, if one could call it that, between Valorius and Amunette was downright hysterical, but Sharay did her best to contain herself. Instead she tossed him the bottle...you know, like the servant he obviously believed her to be *snicker*, and returned to eye Amunette who spoke of naked shackled women. How interesting. Sharay raked a look down the barely dressed woman's body and cocked her head to the side in consideration. "I am no one's toy, pleasure or not, however...," The Goddess smiled wickedly then to her. "I wouldn't turn down such a tempting offer if presented." There. The offer was made on her part. Sharay refilled her glass since it was obviously the 'fun' thing to do and shrugged at Amunette's question. "Why not? You are Padishah of Heruin and a princess in your own realm. Why wouldn't I find you of interest?" She sipped her drink then, a brief flicker of her gaze directed to Valorius. "Truly am I that untrustworthy in this pathetic little mudhole called Aleris?" The question was followed by a smirk before she sighed. "I am fond of 'chuckles', here, as you well know and figured you would be just as appealing to me. And you are, dear Amunette." Sharay leaned against the bar, her nails tapping against her glass. "I have no reason -not- to get to know you, and for the record, my dear," Sharay leered a smile at her. "I would find the room inside of you. Believe me."

Valorius Malku
Discord Had Always Been Loyal, And While She'd Always Been A Bit Of A Strain On His Patience, She Had Accomplished Every Task He'd Given Her Up To That Point. He Knew Amunette Didn't Really Care For Her, Seemed To Be The Only Thing That She And Ameerah Could Agree On. So Rather Than Get Into A Debate About Why She Was Useful, He Just Took Another Drink From His Glass While Listening To Sharay And His Wife Talk About Bonding, And There Was Some Mention Of One Of Them Being Chained To A Bed, And With All That Back And Forth He Couldn't Help Glancing To The 2 Of Them, Tilting His Head And Giving Another Shrug, This Time With Both Shoulders. "It's been a while since I took in a good show. Without a war going on I've got less than nothing to do. So...if there isn't anyone that I'm allowed to kill who deserves it, than that would be a nice second choice. I can even hold up score cards." It Was All Said Dryly, No Look On His Face That He Was Kidding. To Be Honest Though It Was A Good Thing That They Were At Least Talking. He'd Had So Many Ideas Of How This Whole Experience Could Have Gone, And So Far They'd All Been Proven Wrong -- So Far. Lifting His Left Leg To Rest Cross It Over His Right, He Leaned Further Back Into His Chair And Smirked Softly. "If Ameerah's going to be leaving...you're going to have to find someone to rent her old room in your head. That's prime real estate, can't just leave it vacant."

Ameerah Amunette
Ameerah smirked when Sharay questioned whether she was that untrustworthy. "It's not you... completely. I don't trust anyone." Save Valorius, of course, but he knew that and a soft glance in his direction qualified that just in case he needed reassurance. Her smirk only widened when Sharay announced she was no one's toy. They always said that..initially. She didn't seem completely adverse to the idea, though, and that only amused her further. The emptied glass was set aside, the comment about Sharay finding space inside her head coinciding with Valorius stating she would need to find someone to replace Ameerah. "No..I don't think that will be happening any time soon. I might allow the occasional visit, but I'd much rather my mind be my own. As much as it ever is, anyway," she finished, her smirk turning on Valorius. Sharay explained why exactly she would want to meet her and she couldn't help but nod, "I am fucking awesome, this is true." Hearing Valorius she looked back to him in time to see his dead pan expression as he spoke of watching the two women together for entertainment. "Who said you get to watch?" she questioned tartly. "Well then, it appears we have a house guest. Shall we make a room up for you? Or would you prefer your own house? The island is rather large and I could have something constructed in...minutes." She didn't elaborate on how but it was a fact, much in the way she constructed the golems, a structure could be made with just a little expenditure of energy. "There is plenty of room here, though and as long as I don't find you naked in bed with Valorius, I don't think it will kill any of us." She smiled brightly at that, giving the one and only mention of how she would react should Sharay get designs on Valorius, and he be stupid enough to accept them. Rape stabbing wouldn't even begin to cover it. And as she contemplated the act of rape stabbing them to death she continued to smile.

Sharay
Sharay couldn't help the smile that was plastered on her face. Was it necessary to reassure Amunette that not even she would be so crass as to attempt to bed Valorius in their own house? She didn't deem it so, but perhaps a small utterance to put the woman's mind at ease. "You have my word I will not violate him during my stay here." Sharay's word was as good as gold as far as she was concerned, and when she gave it, she kept it. The Goddess shrugged though at the idea of residing in their home. "Let us be realistic here. As generous as your offer is, dear girl, I really have no interest to invade your personal life for whatever extended period of time I chose to remain here. Though I would prefer my own temple," she smirked then. "that is not to be. I can find my own accomodations in Heruin surely." She slid a sideways glance toward Valorius and said with as straight of a face as possible. "I am sure your manhood breathes a sigh of relief that it will remain secure from my lustful ways." Her lips twitched even as she spoke, fighting the grin that wanted to appear and toasted both of them with her glass. "To new friendships, and avoiding unnecessary bloodshed," She tilted her glass back and drained the liquid contents smoothly. "Now that there does not appear to be any impending doom lurking on the Alerian horizon, whatever shall you two do with all your spare time?"

Valorius Malku
All The Talk As If He Wasn't Even There. Don't Sleep With Him, Promise Not To Have Sex With Him, Invitations To Stay On The Island In Her Own Little Mudhut. All He Could Do Was Listen On, And When Sharay Asked Him Her Question It Was Immediately Met With The Emphasized Slurp Of Alcohol As He Drank From His Glass. When He Finally Lowered It, He Raised An Eyebrow And Responded -- Because It Seemed That It Was A Good Time For Him To Do So. "Uh...yes. I swear we will not fuck while she's a guest here. And if I end up naked in bed it's because I got drunk and passed out." He Smirked, Though He Looked As If He Was Being Serious. To Be Honest Though He Couldn't Get Drunk, Much Less Pass Out. Sharay Went On To Ask What They Did In Their Spare Time, And He Glanced To Amunette Before Turning Back To Sharay. "There might not always be a war going on, but the potential's always there so..I still command the protectorate. Besides, the Elites need structure. They're not like the regular soldiers. They need a cause, something to do. Without it they can turn...violent." They Were Trained Incredibly Well, Perhaps Too Well. Without A Battle To Fight, That Combative Instinct Tended To Turn Inward. "Amunette here polishes her knife collection and plots my death...so we both keep pretty busy." Then Came The Mention Of Her Staying On Heruin, And He Raised An Eyebrow With A Tilt Of His Head. "Seriously. You have an issue with invading personal lives..really? I'd say murdering all those people was invading their lives in a pretty personal way. Besides, if you're on this island there's less a chance for any type of drama. Remember..we might all be friends here but, outside..most of the world still kind of wants to cut your fucking head off. Just saying."

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