Fandom Kingsglaive: Dreamers of Dawn

[KageYuuki]

Over the past few months, the Leville had been transformed from Lestallum's primary hotel to the defacto headquarters of the Hunters, Crownsguard, and Glaives alike. The ballroom was always swarming with members from all three groups, picking up missions, reporting how they had gone, or just gathering information. Maps were pinned to the wall, each with a different purpose. The map for denoting potential and confirmed daemon nests had been growing more and more covered in the past nights.

Human settlements?

Only more sparse.

A chair creaked in protest as Libertus sat down with a heavy sigh. It had been almost a year since Insomnia fell to the Empire, something he'd unknowingly helped bring about. Like so many other glaives, Libertus felt betrayed by the late king's decision to agree to the treaty's terms and surrender what was their homeland. Defending that had been the entire reason they agreed to join with the Kingsglaive in the first place. If only he realized the resistance he'd joined and fed key info on the glaive was being used by the Empire sooner. He should have been executed for treason. Yet here he was, the leader of the surviving Glaives.

It would have been funny if it wasn't so sad.

He turned at the sound of approaching footsteps to see Monica approach. Member of the Crownsguard, she was the one helping to organize the multiple groups more often than not. She gave a polite nod before sitting at the table across from him, a seemingly ever-present stack of papers in her hand.

"How are things going on your end?" Beyond work, Libertus had never been sure how to approach the reserved officer. She never did come off as one for casual conversation.

"We had another group of refugees arrive this morning," Monica set down the reports she had been leafing through. "A large Garula heard's been spotted near the border of Cleigne and Duscae, do you have any Glavies to spare? We're going to need the extra food at this rate."

Straight to business as always. "Yeah, I'm sure I can get a team on it." Libertus attempted to wipe off the sheen of sweat across his face. Even though the days were getting so short, Lestallum still managed to be hotter than Ifrit's asscrack. He sighed, trying to quickly run through who was in the city. Solis, Leetus, Stella, and Strix. They should be more than capable of handling it.

"Thank you," Monica stood back up, "Ah, please make sure they leave any Garulessa alone."

"I know, I know, sustainability and all that." Libertus waved her off, watching as Monica ran off to take care of a seemingly neverending list of tasks. Sighing again, the call was sent out to the chosen Glaives to meet him for a briefing.

They had a mission, simple as it may have been.

 

[Arcanist]

Strix Volito
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The fruit in Strix's search for a guitar bore very little. She never lost one, but with her enquiries as to where to grab one or even buy one off a poor, unsuspecting bystander increasing, her eagerness to own one simply became insatiable. She wanted her fingers to fidget with something that wasn't just a weapon, a map, or some part of a monster or daemon that came into her posession. It gave her something to do when she wasn't busy distracting herself from the devastation that had hit Lucis.

When she wasn't scrubbing Sabertusk off her polearm or watching the dust fly up around the road in front of her on a delivery, Strix would spend her time wandering Lestallum either on her search or to make sure she wouldn't sit and think of the future. Over the past few months, she often wandered into alleyways she didn't recognise and squint at signs she hadn't seen before, slowly building up her recognition of Lestallum. She had dropped off things here many times before in her earlier days as a Hunter, but she never stayed long enough to put herself in the shoes of a tourist.

Really, Strix shouldn't have had the time to do that now, but even a Glaive needed some downtime, right?

She had been sitting on the edge of the fountain in the main square of town, watching as refugees filed in. Members from all the varying organisations - Hunters, Crownsguard, Glaives - swarmed around them to provide them with information and a few resources to settle them in. Strix couldn't help but frown at the packs that had come in. With yet another group of refugees entering Lestallum, it only meant more resources would have to be divided out, and Astrals knew how desperate supplies had been as of late. Her chest tightened at the thought of resources running out. Strix knew that was her and other Glaives' jobs; to gather up any resources they could, to cut down the increasingly rising groups of Daemons. But how long would it be before they were completely overwhelmed?

But there was no time to think of that. It seemed every time she did, she was requested for some job cherry picked with her in mind. She sighed, rising from the fountain. Time to get to work.

The Leville buzzed with activity. Strix was met with the familiar shouts of orders, exchanging of information over tables, and frantic gestures towards maps littered with pins. Not once did it ever occur to Strix that the buzz in what was once a luxurious hotel ever died down. Any time she sauntered into the ballroom, there was always some manner of activity. Truly, the Leville's occupants never stopped here.

Her eyes roamed over the varying heads of hair within the ballroom. If she was correct, the person who had called them here would have been waiting there for them. Strix eventually decided walking further into the ballroom whilst searching would beneift her better, eventually laying her eyes on one Libertus, leader of the Glaives. It was ironic how he found himself sitting in the seat of authority - quite literally, especially in the chair he was in at the moment - after his dealings with the resistance that brought down Insomnia. Though, she could never blame him for aiding to bring about such a catastrophe. After all, she would be a hypocrite, wouldn't she?

Strix approached the seated Libertus, offering up a cheeky grin as she was prone to do. "Got something for me to do?" She asked, knowing the answer would be an affirmative. Though, what she wondered was who would join her. People were never sent out on their own these days; with the casualties that could return and the destruction that wreaked havoc across Lucis, it simply wasn't safe to do so anymore.

 

[RikuXIII]

Stella Pharn sat on the roof of the Leville, starring up at the sky. She use to prefer nights to day time. Even jokingly referred to the Sun as her mortal enemy. Now, well...she figured she had her fill of nights for a while. But wishing something was different meant nothing. If you wanted change, you had to have the will to act. Stella didn’t have the will before. Now, she would be ready to clean up the world, one bloody daemon at a time.
Checking her phone on the time, Stella got up to head back inside. She picked up her sheathed katana and carried it with her back into the former hotel. She passed by the upper end rooms. Talk around town was that Prince Noctis stayed here a few times. She hadn’t dealt much with the Prince, but he was King Regis’s son. Just having him around would have felt better.
Making it down to the ground floor, Stella beelined for Libertus, arriving a hair after Strix.
“To be more specific, something outside.” The short Kingsglaive added, nodding to Strix. “I’m healed up and ready to actually go do something.”

Arcanist KageYuuki

 

[S n o w]

Leeta Vera​

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Leeta sat in a corner of a walkway, legs tucked up as Hunters, Crownsguard, and civilians walked back and forth in front of her, transporting supplies, weapons, or simply patrolling the area. Her most prized possessions, Fealty and Perfidy, sat on the ground beside her, wrapped up in her jacket. No one glanced her way, but Leeta was hardly the first to tuck herself in a corner of Lestallum, seeking solitude or a quiet place to rest.

It still felt surreal to be a Glaive again. Every day Leeta woke expecting to find herself back in Galahad, helping set up defenses against the daemons or the magitek troops, or repairing rooftops for gil. But Galahad didn't need her anymore (or maybe she didn't need it). Leeta was perfectly content to stay where she was - there were always more Glaives in the Leville than she could stand to be around, but, with supplies low and morale even lower, a Glaive was rarely able to be idle for long.

Leeta stood, fitting Fealty into the holder on her hip and Perfidy to her back. She threw on her jacket and strode towards the Leville. She was different (she told herself so, anyway), both physically - her hair was longer, and mentally - everyone in Lestallum (except maybe the youngest children) had been twisted and warped by loss. Leeta made it to the ballroom third - despite the noise and the crowd, she'd zeroed in on Libertus and refused to look anywhere else. She didn't really want to see him.

They were both traitors, after all. He reminded her of, well, everything she didn't want to think about. Every time she saw his face, she burned inside. Leeta, though, didn't let her feelings show on her face. Ignoring the other two completely, she made her feet move and stood next to woman with pink hair - what was her name? Stix? Strix? - propping a hand on her hip.

She tilted her chin up, daring him to look her in the eye. "I was in the middle of something," she told him. "What do you want?"

And if he dismissed her because of her attitude, all the better (she wasn't running, she'd come to the Leville when asked, hadn't she?). Secretly, Leeta hoped he didn't recognize her, though she would deny any such association until her last breath.

 

[Orikanyo]

Solis Ortus

What a beautiful day!

As much as there was one really. Life certainly changed when the long night came down on their poor unprepared asses, not that anyone would've imagined this would have happened. Lots of people have theories how to fix it, some try and hunt for stories, some just plain old complain.

Now many more complained, and usually for the same reasons, not enough fuel, not enough food, not enough water, no booze, it was pretty bad all around.

But for Solis, it was a good day just by the fact he was still alive.

Being alive certainly brings a whole new load of pain but its better than being dead, plus, you had a chance to enjoy the sun!!!

What a glorious thing it was... He could simply sit on this bench and soak in the rare rays of sunlight all for the few hours it shined...

...

......

God damn it why did he have to have a pager...

Stupid boss and his stupid jobs.

Guy was a pain in the ass for each moment he was a decent leader, and more often then not a brick wall in terms of conversation! Yea, he knows what happened, yea, he knows shit is in a bad way.

And yes! He knows that you can't get a good damn burger in town!

But would it kill yea to smile now and again?

Bugger it...

Best go see what they want...

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Entering the once hotel who's name Solis can't really be bothered to remember, the man strut his way through the crowd looking prideful as a cockatrice. "Good day folks! Enjoy it while it lasts!" The man's smile was cocky, seeping with sleaze. He stepped before his superior, gave a quick salute and immediately began eyeing the others. "Sup ladies, here for work to? Or just a social call?"

@ all

 

[KageYuuki]

One by one they all began to filter into the Leville to the table Libertus was waiting at. He tried not to fidget, giving each a nod as they approached. Libertus had always been more of a man of action, giving briefings and inspiring allies to carry on even as their odds only deteriorated? Eh... That was always more your thing, Hero. Six, could we use you back... A part of Libertus still held onto the faintest shred of hope that Nyx had somehow survived the invasion of Insomnia, that the sudden return of his magic hadn't come with some grave cost only he knew about. But as the months dragged on in Galahd with no sign of the self-styled hero...

Libertus had even left a note behind in their home village for him, in the off chance Nyx did return. He knew it was foolish, told himself the entire time he was writing it that it was stupid of him. The Astrals weren't so kind, Crowe and Lunafreya's deaths served as a painful reminder of that.

Clearing his throat, Libertus couldn't help but roll his eyes at Solis' greeting. "Just sit down." Another useless attempt to wipe the sweat from his face. "I'm sure at least some of you saw the new cluster of refugees that arrived this morning. Thing is, at this rate we aren't going to have enough food to go around. We've got reports of Garula found running around the border between Cleigne and Duscae. We can't really take to many of them," He drummed his fingers on the table, they couldn't take too many to try and preserve the population. Though the Glaive felt the effort would be in vain with the daemons.

"Try and take two garula, uh... we should have two trucks available to bring them back with. Professor Yeager wants us to leave the Garulessa be though. Best to listen to her, that woman can go on a serious tirade." Libertus sighed, "Look, I know I suck at this kind of stuff, and I know this isn't exactly the most glamorous of assignments. But we need the food. Do you guys have any questions?"

If they didn't, keys would have been given to them for a pair of pickup trucks along with a marked map showing the last few sightings of the herd. It would be a long drive, but thankfully the abandoned roads remained clear. Roars of daemons could be heard in the distance, but the glaives managed to pass through without any interruptions.

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[Arcanist]

Strix Volito
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One by one, the Glaives that were free filtered into the room, and alongside Strix. She attempted to recall the names of each of them, though, if she was honest, she juggled so many names that she would be impressed if she remembered them. When Stella and Leeta arrived (and she had to bite down on her lip to hold back a triumphant smirk at remembering two names today), she assumed that they were the only ones free to take up Libertus's call. An all-female brigade, fighting the horrid daemons of the night. She imagined it would make for a good bedtime story.

And then Solis arrived, parading in front of them. Of course, his greeting would rub people up the wrong way, but she couldn't help but chuckle at the remark. It was true, after all. It was only a matter of time before it was lights out for the world, unless they got the electricity pumping again.

Strix opted to stand as she listened to Libertus explain about the situation with the refugees. It was as if he had read her thoughts previously, on the subject of there not being enough to actually break bread with these refugees. Though, her lips twisted at not putting too many Garula out of their misery. Sure, preserve the population of what creatures they had...but she doubted that daemons chaired meetings on maintaining the population of Garula. Strix doubted it'd be long before they wiped out any source of food for them, and then what? The thought made everything under her skin grow icy, the same feeling she had when she abandoned Insomnia that day. Swallowing back, and shoving the feelings and the thoughts in a box in the back of her mind, she continued to listen to Libertus.

"Go and grab two Garula, and bring them back. Sounds simple enough to me." Strix folded her arms with a grin. Sure, not the most glamorous job like the hoss said, but she wasn't afraid of getting her hands dirty.

 

[RikuXIII]

Stella pointed and made a clicking sound as form of greeting to Solis. She made a brief face at the mention of Garula. Not exactly what she had hoped for, but you did what you had to. Experience was experience and she was rather fond of eating, so a hunting trip it was.
“Don’t jinx it.” She said dryly, eyeing Strix.
Stella stuck out her hand.
“I’ll drive one of the trucks. Who’s got the other?”
A wicked smile crossed her lips as her gaze switched to Leeta.
“Wanna ride shotgun?”

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[S n o w]

Leeta Vera​

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Libertus didn't dismiss her. In fact, he seemed more affected by Solis' brand of dark humor than her blatant disrepesct. Leeta pressed her lips in a thin line, but followed the order to sit and didn't say a word the entire time he explained the situation to them. Hunt down the herd of Garula. Bring back enough to stop everyone from going hungry, but not enough to recieve a lecture from Monica on population control and blah blah. It was easy enough (and good combat practice for a washed-up glaive that had only fought in small skirmishes since Insomnia).

Leeta, despite her reservations, did come back to be a glaive. And a glaive she would be. She wouldn't intentionally get herself kicked off a mission, but she did swiftly turn her back on Libertus before he finished asking them, 'do you have any questions?'. Leeta outright ignored Strix and gave the other one (Stella, maybe?) a dead stare. "Where else would I ride? In the back with the Garula carcass, or did you plan to put it somewhere else?"

Before Stella could answer, because plainly, Leeta didn't care to hear it, she strode out of the ballroom.