Fantasy The Five Kingdoms - The Fall of Sarthenfall - Ic

[Inheritance]

Jeod Swift​

He was pleased by how quickly he got to the heart of the problem here. No bullshit or fake small talk that didn't matter-they just got right to the meat of the problem. As she spoke, he found himself almost relieved. She shared almost the exact same view as he did, about the rebellion getting more and more of an annoyance, and less of a movement. He couldn't agree more with her about the multiple plans that kept getting tossed around, plans that were doomed to fail. She made sense, and while her nationalism was much stronger than his, her talk of his homeland gave him a sense of pride. Jeod personally considered himself a man of the road, not belonging to any one country. But when he thought about it, he would certainly chose his home over any other place-and he enjoyed walking the roads of Lorelthia more than any other place in the world. No other citizens had as much of a drive to invent and create, and the more he thought about it the more he was sure that he was loyal to his roots.

"Of course. So far you're the only other person who thinks the same as I do. These plans are getting worse and worse, and this group of "righteous" rebels is putting more and more people at risk. This rebellion is losing momentum fast, and pretty soon it will come to a crashing halt. I don't know about you, but I don't want to be here when that happens." He said, also toning down his voice so that they couldn't be heard.

"What troubles you?"

Bakuyoshi

 

[Bakuyoshi]

"A change needs to happen Jeod. I will not sit idly by as all of this keeps going wrong because nobody thinks with their heads. Or a couple of people do, but they need the end decision. Not those that have encouraged all of these bad decisions. In this new rebellion those that charge in follow our orders. And the ones that only think with brute force have no power whatsoever. But we need to wait for the moment. At first we need to find others that have doubt like us. Never mentioning anything. Disguise it as moral support if you must. We can't do anything past this. Else we have that bull Ivanna ready to kill us." Cali said as she looked up to see if anyone was watching. Switching to Lorelthian at the last sentence

"A-nis ma dh ’atharraicheas sinn an ar-a-mach seo? Le ar sàr-inntinn."

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[NinjaGirlGamer]

𝑰𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝑲𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒊𝒏​

The blade was close to her chest. The slightest movement would send the dagger through her heart. Her instincts were to look around the room for any advantage she could find, analyzing the environment for any leverage. A small glance caught the gun of Jeod Swift, pointed at the attacker’s head. But only for him to have lowered the weapon in the face of his creed.

What.


Baxter’s arm looped around Ivanna’s attacker from behind. Freeing her from her predicament and watching as Baxter snaps the assassin’s neck. Ivanna’s hand slightly rubs her chest area for a few seconds while one thing was on her mind. Why didn’t he help? She looked at Jeod but kept her mouth shut. The threatening vow crept back into her mind.



“Expect no help from me in battles to come. If you like to backstab your allies, I will watch you bleed to death on the battlefield before I lift a finger to help the likes of you."



It wouldn’t be the first time someone left her for dead. Pretty much everyone in this rebellion had a negative opinion about her, What else was new? she thought. However would they all do the same thing Jeod would do? The thoughts of betrayal started running through her head, she felt like she was truly alone.

It didn’t take long before another assassin came through the window. Ivanna quickly picked up her dagger from the floor and got into position. A little exchange between James and what’s revealed to be a female assassin named Ariane who works for Layla. The sentence that really caught Ivanna’s attention was the threat to sell Clyde into the slave market. Before Ivanna could even open her mouth to say something, Azalea attacked Ariane, and brutally so. Her actions made Ivanna think if she should be amused or disturbed. Ivanna has never seen a royal act this way, it made her wonder what kind of demons Azalea had inside of her. This rebellion was slowly turning everyone mad. From violent tendencies to trust issues. Even though Ivanna thought she didn’t have a say in the current state of the rebellion, she felt a need to at least....

At least what?

That was the running question as the group transitioned into the outskirts of Delchistrier. Ivanna was typically in the back, with her hood and cloak covering most of her appearance. The weight of the sword on her back not helping the fact that her leg was bleeding. Small limps between walks, trying to contain the pain by staying quiet. The sounds of what seemed like traps made her want to peek over some people. Where are we going? Probably another hideout.

The group finally approached what seemed like an entrance covered in vines and leaves. A woman emerged from the door calling out Baxter’s name. Ivanna didn’t questioned it as the group one by one go through the door and down into a secret entrance. The place seemed like a decent headquarters as Ivanna took in the interior.


"Mom?!"

The shout caught Ivanna’s attention, witnessing a mother and son reunited. The reveal made Ivanna a little concerned. It also made her think about the possibility of her own family reunion. The thought caused her sorrow. She took her hood off in the presence of the rebellion leader’s mother, out of respect. The imply that Raymond might be dating one of the females of the group made her a tad bit uncomfortable.

Theodore huh. Well that pretty much confirms it.

But what really made her uncomfortable, was the fact Baxter decided to bring his mother into all of this. It was bad enough Clyde was also involved. When Raymond blurted out that Ivanna’s leg was bleeding, she even forgot herself that she had an injury.

“Miss—. There’s no need I can handle it myself.” But there wasn’t much to protest as Mama Callahan started to prepare the bandages. Then ordered Baxter to help tend Ivanna’s leg, opening one of the doors, waiting for Ivanna to go through. Ivanna avoided eye contact with everyone and proceeded in the room, trying not to limp too much. The room was fairly decorated, but the only thing that mattered was if the room had a bed. Before Ivanna sat on the edge of the bed. She took off her large sword and put it against the wall, probably the only ally she has at this point. While sitting down, her face looked like she had something on her mind.

“Bax—Baxter are you sure about staying here?” She began, what was she going to say. “I mean, I know you are doing everything you can to protect this rebellion but...” God what could I say. “I just don’t want to see you do something you would regret.” Cause if anything, if something were to happen to Clyde or his mother. Ivanna knew Baxter wouldn’t be the same, like it was with her.

Xanto

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[Xanto]

Clyde Callahan and Rasia Callahan and Baxter Callahan and Raymond Callahan​

Clyde gently tugged on his grandmother's sleeve, "The royals usually go by their first names." "Is that so?" Rasia smiled a little before bending at Clyde's level and moving a hand through his hair, " . . Why don't you get some rest now? I'm sure your group has big plans tomorrow." Sure enough, the boy yawned shortly after. "Annabel dear, would you please put your nephew to sleep? I'll attend to the others as needed," Rasia looked over at Annabel as she slowly stood up again.

Thud. Baxter shut the door behind him before focusing his attention on unrolling the bandage. “Bax—Baxter are you sure about staying here?” Ivanna started, prompting the man's gaze to shift to her. She went on about his strong will to protect the rebellion and not wanting to see him do something he would regret.

In response, Bax silently approached her, taking a stool from the side and moving it before taking a seat by Ivanna. "We don't have a choice," He finally said with his blue gaze meeting her's. The rebellion wasn't just about him or his loved ones. It was about saving Sarthenfall, and possibly even the rest of the world.

Baxter firmly held Ivanna's leg, but gently lifted it onto the bed. She was surprisingly one of the few people who actually voiced not wanting to see him do something he would regret. The rebel leader suddenly paused at the thought and glanced at the wall. Actually, his usually cold facial features almost faltered. "Not a day goes by where I regret some of the things I've done," He looked back at her, "But then I remember the good from them." On that note, Baxter's eyes gradually moved down to Ivanna's upper leg to examine her cut, "We always have choices, but tonight we don't." His facial features instantly hardened once again at the deep injury. "I'll get stitching supplies," He stated before walking out the door and shutting it behind him.

"Stitching supplies?" Baxter questioned, looking at his mother. "In the cabinet," Rasia replied as her gaze shifted around until it stopped on a particular character. She then decided to walk to the Calore royal, halting just a few paces behind her. "Azalea," Rasia softly said not wanting to abruptly interrupt the young woman's thoughts. She noticed from the distance just how withdrawn this particular one seemed from the rest of the group. "I hope my boys have treated you all well these past few months," She mentioned before smiling a bit. With that, Rasia sat on a bench by Azalea and took a deep breath.

Thud. Baxter shut the door behind him once again before placing the supplies on a table. "Move your pants out of the wound's way," He ordered still facing the wall and moving a thread through a needle, "Let me know when you're ready."

Meanwhile, Raymond took the opportunity to retreat up the stairs and claim a couch for himself. By the time the guy fully climbed the stairs into the living room, he paused and looked around. Why not explore the main level for a bit? You know, survey the night's sleeping options. The living room probably wasn't the only place with couches in it. Raymond passed by a few bedrooms, observing the simple homey designs in them. Till now he couldn't believe how his mother and Baxter managed to pull all of this off. It all seemed too unbelievable to him.

After a few moments, Ray finally stopped at a single bedroom with a couch in it. It didn't take long for him to claim it and take a seat in the silent room. His hazel eyes wandered around the dimly lit area. It would probably be a while before he could experience this calmness again. The guy sighed before leaning back onto the couch and feeling something prod his side. "Hm?" Ray sat back up as he pulled a small, engraved metal box from one of his pockets. Right, something he took from their burnt down Callahan blacksmith shop in Ezeris before the ship heist. The curious guy used his sleeve to wipe off the ash around the engravings even though some of the burn marks remained. If anything, it was probably his father's even he'd never seen the box before and couldn't understand the engraving.

Not now. Raymond thought simply letting it vanish as he removed his coat and placed it over a chair. He'd take advantage of this temporary alone time by resting before anyone else randomly claimed the bed in the room. The small box could live another day. His exhaustion on the other hand could make him knock out right then and there.

Raymond tiredly removed his upper layers before tossing them onto the chair. "Finally," He fell onto the couch shirtless and turned away from the closed door. It didn't take long for him to sleep soon after.

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[NinjaGirlGamer]

𝑰𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝑲𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒊𝒏​

We don’t have a choice

Like I haven’t heard that one before

This response would pop up for most of her life. Like what happened all those years ago, she had no choice but to be all alone. But still, she wouldn’t risk her loved ones for the sake of someone else. Or would she?

Baxter started talking about some things that he regrets, but he tries to look on the bright side. “Hmph,” Ivanna gave a disagreeing grunt. Ivanna couldn’t think about anything good coming from her past. Except when she was still a little girl. After that the innocence was gone, and the real world hit her like a hurricane.

When Baxter got back with the stitches. Ivanna started to grab the bottom of her pant leg then rolled it up. Revealing more and more of the scars from the past. Each told a story, and not one positive memory existed.

“There’s nothing good when I look back.” It seemed like for the first time, Ivanna showing a little bit of the sadness she was carrying. “When I look back, all I see are my demons, demons of the past. That’s what I mostly fear. I didn’t have much of a choice being this way, sometimes I wish things were different.” But what would be her life? She couldn’t think of an answer.

“Sometimes I wish I didn’t have to fight tooth and nail to be able to wake up the next morning. And what am I doing it for? Pretty much everyone here hates me. My actions seem more useless and meaningless everyday. All the blood and bones in my life. That’s what my life ever was, a path of corpses and bloodshed. And the sad thing, the sad truth, is that it doesn’t matter in the end. Cause we all die, and we will be forgotten to ashes. Especially me.”

Ivanna looked away from Baxter. Drifting off to thought. Was she only ever there to fight for survival? Or was there something more. Her newfound determination was to get stronger, but what’s the point? Does she even have a purpose to be here?

Was she doing it for the family she’s lost.

“I wonder if they would be proud of me. Or see me as a monster like the rest.” It was only a whisper, a whisper of great sorrow.

Xanto

 

[explosiveKitten]

Sometimes you can only watch from the sidelines as events unfolded.

Angie watched everything move along passively from the side, deciding not to throw in any of her thoughts into the pot for fear of mixing things up even worse than it already was.

When they were escorted out into the woods, Angie was immediately entranced by the prospect of someone living out here. ANd finding out that it was the Callahan brothers’ mother? That just made it even more interesting.

There was plenty of temptation to tease Azalea and Raymond when his mother began to ask him if he was “dating” any of the girls. Don’t think that Angie missed Azalea’s blush, or how for the briefest of moments Raymond’s eyes flickered over to the red haired princess. She felt a mischievous smirk fall upon her face as she considered her options before she ultimately decided to let the moment pass, and instead wandered off by herself. She briefly considered plucking one of the books from the bookshelf near the door, but when Cali wandered by herself, Angie was briefly sidetracked by the thought that perhaps this was an opportune moment to try to talk to her, to maybe work out the problems they were having. But as she started taking steps to follow the Lorelthian princess, Jeod took off in Cali’s direction instead, beating Angie to the punch. She stopped in her tracks, brows furrowed and looking conflicted, before she gave a small sigh and turned away, stepping back to the bookcase. She rubbed her face with her hands and took a deep breath to steady herself before clearing her throat, turning to Rania Callahan and approaching with all the formality that she could, and bowing gracefully, liked what would be expected of a proper gentlemen greeting a woman.

“Pardon my intrusion, my lady,” She said, once she straightened up, taking her hand (if she offered it), “I think it would at least be appropriate that I introduce myself before I begin settling in for the night. My name is Angelo, Angelo Gale. It is a pleasure to meet you.”
“I won’t take up too much of your time, as I can see that you are indisposed. I was just wondering if you would be quite alright if I perused some of the books on that shelf over there? I’m always looking to gather as much information as possible.”

And maybe if I’m lucky, I’ll find some relevant information. Or an embarrassing photo album. Either or will do.

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[Xanto]

Baxter Callahan​

Baxter turned to face Ivanna at the sound of her words. Then as if right on time, he saw all the scars along her leg. What happened? His brows furrowed at the thought of anyone hurting her. Ivanna was capable of defending herself and he knew it. So it seemed like all the marks came from a time when she was much vulnerable. A time when she truly didn't deserve all the pain behind them. Those were just assumptions though. Regardless, Baxter knew that although Ivanna was cruel, she surely wasn't evil. The man sat down on the stool and briefly sterilized the wounded area while listening to Ivanna.

Her voice dawned on a different tone during her own monologue though. It seemed to be much more gentle and sorrowful than her usual stern one. Apparently, Ivanna feared the demons of her past. She soon referred to Bax's earlier thought of her cruelty by admitting she had no choice of being that way. She even wished that things were different.

Baxter used a cloth to slowly clear off the blood around the wound's opening. Meanwhile, Ivanna was mentioning how everyone there hated her and her own actions seemed meaningless. According to the mercenary, her life was all about bloodshed and how she would be forgotten by the end of it. Baxter soon finished cleaning her wound before moving his gaze up to meet her's. However, he only saw the woman look away. Ivanna's whisper was loud and clear to him in the silent room. The only other sound came from a few muffled voices outside the area.

"I'm starting the stitch," Baxter mentioned, quickly making the first pierce into her skin. He focused on the stitching really well knowing just how much pain it caused her. In fact, Bax tried to hurry it all up while still getting the job done. "Move on," He finally stated between stitches, "You can choose how to exist now. You're present is much more different than your past." Although the rebel leader had no clue about her previous experiences, he was confident that Ivanna had never been part of such a group under these circumstances.

Baxter continued stitching for a few seconds in silence. "I don't hate you . . Answer this. Was it useless to save Azalea's life?" He glanced at Ivanna, "Just think, if this rebellion is successful then all that bloodshed would have been worth it. You will be remembered and not forgotten." "As for if they would be proud of you," Baxter pulled the thread, ending the stitching process, "Give them a reason to be."

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Rasia Callahan​

Rasia was calmly exhaling when another one of her guests caught her attention. She noticed Angelo's bow and offered her hand accordingly. "A pleasure to meet you, Angelo," She smiled and nodded to acknowledge the formal introduction. "Feel free to browse the shelves. Just know that a couple of books have notes stuffed into them. Baxter was quite studious as a young boy . . quite romantic as well," The mother mentioned the last part more silently, accidentally slipping information out before realizing it. It was all true though. Maybe one or two books along the shelves were filled with letters or poems Baxter and Audrey wrote to one another. All of which were unfortunately handed back to him the day she left Clyde with the Callahans. On the other hand, more than ten books had her eldest son's mindful notes stashed in them after almost every other seven to twelve pages.

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[explosiveKitten]

“Thank you, madonna. I’ll leave you to your original conversation.”

She bowed once again before turning and walking slowly back over to the bookshelf, a slight snicker roiling deep in her throat as she thought about possibly reading some embarrassing courting letters from Bax. Plus all the other information too, but mostly the juicy gossips. Hehehe.

She first picked up a book about Delchristier topography, which is oh, so interesting. She flipped through that, read a couple paragraphs, then hastily slid the book back on the shelf.
Next was a book about... the Royal Family?! Talk about pertinent information! She quickly devoured that book, scanning through everything the book had to offer, though it was mostly boring history on the family and not Aodren himself. Hmm. She put that book back on the shelf after about ten minutes of speed reading. She knew more about Aodren’s great-great grandfather’s bedtime routine then she would ever need to.

Then... a scrapbook full of papers. OOOOHHHH, This is the good stuff! AhhhhHahahah!
Angie eagerly cracked that thing open and had to bite her tongue to keep from giggling like a schoolgirl. She began to lead through all the letters and pick them over with a fine toothed comb, prepared to get a bunch of fodder for teasing later, but instead she found... romantic poetry and heartfelt confession of love.
OoooHhhhh NoOoOoo it’s... it’s gods damn adorable!

She felt herself getting swept up in the romantic prose and loving adoration that she felt something contract in her chest. Ohhhh gods, why would somebody give this up? She knew that Clyde’s mom was a noble, and Bax was a mere blacksmith, and lord knows that she knows exactly the kinds of pressures that come with being a noble girl, but if this had been her, she would have run away from that shit in a heartbeat. Right into the arms of her poetry writing, hopeless romantic lover! Damn, son!

But Audrey (as she learned the woman’s name was) probably had her own reasons for what she did... like leaving Clyde. Knowing nobility, the moment they found out that Audrey was pregnant they probably confined her to the house, swore all the servants to secrecy and then dropped the kid on Bax’s door the moment he was born. Along with a letter to never come back.

Thinking about that made her rather sad, and despite all the sugary sweet love letters she was looking at, she couldn’t help but to think... that could have been her life. Unable to choose, unable to love. Forced to leave a child behind, forced to leave a lover behind. Not that she didn’t leave her lover behind anyway.

Now THAT is a rabbit hole she doesn’t want to go down.

Xanto

 

[Inheritance]

Jeod Swift​

Jeod had often thought about leaving the rebellion. He didn't like this increasingly stupid fight that continued to pull him away from who he was at his core. What Cali said made sense... but it was the boldness that took him back a bit. What she was suggesting was... well it was mad! This rebellion was already falling fast, and breaking the rebellion would just make it worse! She made a bit of sense, and it would be nice if they could just take over the group. But it was all much easier said than done, and he just couldn't agree with the longshot she proposed.

Until she brought up Ivanna. Cali didn't like her either apparently, and by her mention he began to believe that taking over this rebellion might be a good idea. A slow and steady turn of leadership might work, as there had to be doubts already running through the group.

Her switch to their native tongue made him hold back a grin, as he prided himself in his knowledge of other languages. But with her switch came a solemn tone that sealed their fates. They were no longer with the others, at least until the others submitted. But people like Bax? Azalea? They would never kneel. And Jeod had his own qualms with fighting against his old friend Ray.

But the positives outweighed the negatives. Even if they lost, the rebellion would be over, and he could slip away and return to his old life. If it worked, then the rebellion might actually work out, and some good might be done eryn it.

"Alright. I'm interested." He said in a hushed tone. "Though we need to be swift. One more of these stupid plans and we could all be dead. I'll work on sowing discontent with the group and find allies. I can't think of any now, but if they're here I'll try to find them. But what about Bax? Or Azalea?"

They would be difficult to take care of. Jeod figured killing them would be easy enough, his firearms made it so he would be able to kill someone who could outfight him. But killing someone he had seen as an ally in their sleep was unthinkable- impossible for him to do.

"Am feum iad bàsachadh airson gun gabh sinn thairis?"
Bakuyoshi

 

[Bakuyoshi]

Cali's eyes widened at the thought of killing their allies.
"Gu dearbh chan eil, tha meas agam fhathast air mòran de na daoine an seo. Fiù mura h-eil mi dèidheil air Ivanna tha i na beathach ann an sabaid. Le bhith eòlach air Trodaire is e seo a’ bhuaidh mhì-fhortanach a bhith air mo thogail ann an dùthaich ghaisgeach. " she said in a reassuring manor. This did not exist to usurp the current leadership. She still intended on Baxter being leader in the end. But to rectify a lot of issues.


"Feumaidh sinn faicinn an urrainn dhuinn fuasgladh fhaighinn air gu sìtheil an toiseach. Mus fheuch sinn dad sa phlana seo tha e nas fheàrr faicinn a bheil feum air na ceumannan againn eadhon. Bidh sinn càirdeil mura feum sinn a bhith làidir. Smaoinich mar Lorelthian, chan e Ezerian. " She was concerned that this whole thing went to killing. There was enough bad blood as is, the situation was in a delicate state. There could be a chance that things could go well still.

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[Inheritance]

Jeod Swift​

Jeod's face darkened at her words. Accusing him of thinking like a barbarian? He was no killer, and knew that if that was the path they had to take it would not be him that would do it. And what was this nonsense about keeping them in charge? Jeod was not a visionary, nor was he a great leader or a military mastermind. He was clever enough that he might get away with a few battles, but he was not the leader this rebellion needed. But what was the point of going against the flow if they were going to leave the same people in charge?

"Ma tha thu den bheachd gun urrainn dhuinn na h-aon daoine fhàgail fo stiùir agus gun atharraich cùisean, tha thu ceàrr. Chan urrainn earbsa a bhith ann an Ivanna, agus ma tha thu an dùil a bhith ag obair còmhla rithe na faodaidh tu mo fhàgail a-mach às. Chan eil mi a ’marbhadh, tha mi airson a bhith beò. Agus tha cùrsa an ar-a-mach seo a ’dol dìreach airson balla."

His expression changed to a neutral face. She clearly didn't trust him, or know him at all. If she believed that he would be the one to kill people here, she was sorely mistaken. She accused him of not thinking, or of thinking too rashly.

"Bha thu ag earbsa annam, ma dhìochuimhnich thu. Tha sinn air feuchainn gu sìtheil, agus chan eil ùine againn feitheamh. Tha mi air suidhe an seo agus choimhead mi air a ’bhuidheann gu lèir seo a’ dol a dh ’ifrinn fhad‘ s a tha mi a ’feuchainn ri fuireach beò. Ach is dòcha gu bheil thu dìreach ro Lorelthian dhòmhsa. Is dòcha gur mise am fear a tha ro ghòrach airson seo a chuir ceart."

He pulled out his pipe and sat down on the nearest chair. Apparently she didn't have it in her either. Or perhaps he was the one who took it too far. Perhaps she really was just confiding in him. Shame on him for thinking she actually meant what she was implying. Of course Ivanna was a good fighter. Devils are good at dragging their victims to hell. Does that make them good and trustworthy?

"Tha sinn nar suidhe an seo a ’feitheamh ris an ath dhroch rud tachairt. Ma tha thu a ’smaoineachadh gu bheil thu tòrr nas buige na a h-uile duine eile, lean ort a’ dèanamh na tha sinn air a bhith a ’dèanamh. Thoir earbsa dhomh, cha robh mi a-riamh nam dhuine airson ruith a-steach do rudan. Ach chan eil ùine againn feitheamh." He snapped with a bitter tone. He blew out a smoke ring, and remembered who he was talking too. Titles didn't matter here, but he was frustrated enough to mock her a bit more.

"Oh, perhaps I forgot my place, your highness."


Bakuyoshi

 

[Bakuyoshi]

Cali held her tongue as best as she could as Jeod tore into her. Every word was right, she had to do something. But then it was a realization. She had no place in here if things could not go right. And yet again she realized her now unneeded feelings for Baxter were still there. The one that helped her, and now he was out of her reach. It would be best if she took this another way. Maybe there was a chance for her to leave. But in the end her thoughts even shifted to Angelo. Who deep down she knew was right. But she never spoke to him in terms of this issue. Nothing made sense until she felt her anger rising. Her heartbeat increasing as she bit her own lip to keep herself from screaming.

"Agus cha do dh’ iarr mi dad de seo a-riamh. Chì mi an dòigh anns a bheil iad a ’coimhead orm! Tha mi lag dhaibh, air an èigneachadh a bhith a’ dùnadh agus a ’smaoineachadh. Nam biodh e suas dhòmhsa cha tachradh seo a-chaoidh. Tha sinn an seo a’ guidhe airson tròcair. Ach tha mi dìreach ag iarraidh orm bruidhinn ri Baxter. Chan e an duilgheadas a th ’ann, is e an fheadhainn a mhol gum bi sinn a’ slaodadh an sgàil sin leinn! Mura h-eil an ar-a-mach a ’còrdadh ruinn faodaidh sinn falbh! Tha an long fhathast far an do dh’ fhàg sinn i. Ma tha iad creidsinn gun obraich am plana seo chan fheum iad an seann rud sin! "

She for the first time got right into Jeods personal bubble nearly shouting
"Ceartaichidh mi an ar-a-mach seo! Tha dà roghainn aca, diùltadh ar cuideachadh agus tuiteam mar a dh’ fhàgas sinn, no gabh ri saoradh le ar làmhan! Ma dh ’fhailicheas m’ oidhirp air ruighinn a-mach thuca bidh sinn a ’taisbeanadh an ultimatum. Ma tha iad am beachd an aon rud a chall oighre Lorelthia an uairsin a dh ’fhàgas sinn, cruthaichidh sinn fear againn fhìn. Far a bheil fìor shiostam ann airson a h-uile càil a phlanadh a-mach. Tha beachd againn mu thràth air innleachdan sgàil agus mar a dh’ fhaodadh sinn a dhol nan aghaidh, chan fheum sinn ach teine. Agus tha mi dìreach mar sin tachair a bhith a ’faicinn rud annasach a leigeadh leam armachd a chruthachadh a dh’ fhaodadh teine a chuir air bhog, chan fheum sinn ach seilear stuthan Lorelthia. Anns a ’mhòr-ionad rannsachaidh."

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[Ms. Sparrow]

Azalea Eve Windfore

Blinked, turning at the sound of her name though thankfully was not startled, finding she’d been staring at nothing but a particularly boring wall opposite of her. How long had she been staring off for? Maybe she really was going mad. She grimaced at the unwelcome thought, shoving away the nights events as she turned to Rasia. She smirked faintly a bit at her words, leaning on the table and propping her chin up with her elbow and hand as she peered over at Rasia, “They certainly know how to keep things entertaining,” she said dryly, her smirk growing some as her mind drifted to her morning with Raymond, abruptly she reddened and coughed, sitting up straighter in her seat just as Angelo appeared, introducing himself and providing a thankful distraction for Rasia as Azalea quickly reigned in her blush, giving herself a mental smack.

Though this of course couldn’t stop her eavesdropping, turning and arching a brow as Rasia muttered about Baxter being a romantic. She couldn’t help it—she gave a laugh. “Him—romantic?” She asked rhetorically, her tone dubious. It was as hard to picture as Baxter being a child. “Though,” she drawled, “I guess it’d be a wee bit hard finding time for romance leading a rebellion,” she mused aloud, propping her chin up with her elbow as she leaned on the table. “We bash heads a bloody lot—and by that I get lectured a bloody lot, heh. But, ya gotta hand it to him. He’s a corking leader—would never be able to do the pish he does,” she admitted, glancing back as if Baxter might appear and listen before turning and grinning at Rasia, “Don’t tell him I said that pish—I got a reputation, aye? But we all owe him big time. Wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for him...or Ray. Raymond, I mean.” She said, passing as she seemed to trail off in thought before seemingly jolting herself.

“But enough about all that rubbish, what’s with the hush hush?” She asked, turning her yellow-green gaze once more to Rasia with an arched brow, pulling her gloves off her fingers idly though pulling her leather sleeves over her recovering, bruised wrists quickly as she waited to hear the reasons for the family’s secrets.

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[Xanto]

Rasia Callahan​

Rasia nodded as Angelo took a few steps to the bookshelf. She then turned to face Azalea again at the sound of laughter. It seemed that the princess couldn't believe Baxter's romantic past. Rasia just smiled in return though knowing how hard it must be to connect his romantic side to the stiff leader they now knew.

Actually, it wasn't much of a surprise to Rasia that Azalea and Baxter bashed heads a lot. The mother gently leaned herself onto the backrest while continuing to listen to the interesting Azalea. She could just tell that the Midland royal was a rather . . lively lady. However, it was a good thing that Azalea still gave positive feedback about Baxter's leadership despite their differences. That at least meant he was doing something right.

The Callahan mother raised a brow when Azalea glanced around like Baxter would pop into the room any second. She topped the motion all off with a grin right back at Rasia. Apparently, Azalea wouldn't be alive if it weren't for Bax . . or Ray. Raymond. Rasia slightly tilted her head at the observation of how the princess said Ray's name. She even noticed Azalea's expressions shift from trailing off into a jolt. Oh no. Rasia first thought, wishing her initial idea wasn't the case. What if that rebel son of her's wronged Azalea? What if Ray had some sort of criminal relapse? She had to find out!

"But enough about all that rubbish, what’s with the hush hush?" Azalea suddenly asked, bringing Rasia back down from her own thoughts. "Hush hush?" The mother repeated with a slightly confused expression. Was this another one of those slang phrases that the younger generation used? "I assume you're wondering about why no one in Delchistrier should know about my relationship to the boys. . . It's so I can't be used against them," She paused before sitting up straight, "I know how far this rebellion has come, and I won't be my children's weakness." Rasia out of all people knew that evil tactic especially since it's just what happened to her husband and only daughter. "When an enemy faces a fighter, they target their loved ones . . the ones who aren't," She lectured, understanding that the rebellion's presence alone could already place her in danger. "No need to worry," Rasia stated in a serious tone mainly reassuring herself, "This forest is filled with traps, and this house is practically camouflaged. Most of which I accomplished on my own with the help of a few hidden, neighboring Delchistrierians wishing to migrate to Sarthenfall." The woman was a brave activist on her own, not letting fears of The Game hold her back. In fact, her work actually moved her up.

"Another reason is that . . I myself am a Delchistrierian born and raised. Rasia Maximov before Rayne Callahan," Rasia began with a sigh before recognizing Azalea's familiar curiosity. It was the kind that stubbornly pressed on until all questions were answered. It was just like Rasia's. So, she went ahead and saved the princess some questions, "Fortunately, both my twin sister and I ever lived by this name." For the princess, it may have been weird to hear "fortunately" tagged before the line. Nevertheless, it turned out to work for both twins. "The Maximovs are wealthy here. We obtain favor from both the good and the bad. It's an act most other families can't follow," She slightly smiled, "You see we could cause trouble while maintaining a public alibi. Enemies call it deception, allies in the dark call it strategy." Sneakiness seemed to run in their blood. One of the few traits Raymond managed to snatch himself. "Then came time for decision. One of us was to participate in a strategic partnership . . a marriage. The other was to flee to Sarthenfall never returning unless her life depended on it," At this point, Azalea could probably tell who went where and what happened from there. "No one in Delchistrier knows about this except the Maximovs, Baxter, you, and what Raymond still understands as a children's tale I once told," Rasia paused before suddenly giving a few coughs off to the side, " . . For anyone to know of my descendants' mixed ancestry in this kingdom would be an automatic loss in The Game not only for your rebel group, but the Maximov's and the many other families that depend on them as well."

With that conclusion, Rasia's gaze momentarily drifted around the room until it landed on Angelo. The man seemed so attached to the books. "Angelo dear, your posture might just suffer from how close your nose is to that book," She heightened her voice to regular volume not even aware of how low she had been speaking in the first place. It was a common line she mentioned to Baxter when he was younger. "So, now you know more than Ray about his own family line," Rasia gently smiled as she placed a hand over Azalea's. Maybe it was an older person thing to tell a whole story after just one question, or maybe it was because she almost saw herself in this nontraditional princess. "Speaking of Raymond, tell me about him," The Callahan mother suddenly mentioned, sneakily jumping back to her earlier concern. There was something in the way Azalea said his name. Oh, if Rasia found out Ray had a criminal relapse and victimized this girl she would swack him in an instant!

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[explosiveKitten]

Angie was in the middle of holding back actual tears at the tragedy of this love story when a voice calling out to her earned her attention. She slammed the book shut with a jerk and turned to look at Rasia, wide eyed and looking maybe a little sheepish.

“Hmhm... yes, madonna.” She cleated her throat, then replaced the book back on the shelf and walked back over in that direction, folding her hands behind her back and plodding over, only catching the tail end of the conversation.

"Speaking of Raymond, tell me about him.” Said mom Callahan.

Oh... ohhHhhHHHH! The time is right, the time is now, the time is RIGHT NOW! LETS GO, KIDS! MISCHIEF TRAIN, FULL SPEED AHEAD!

“Oh, I must say, madonna,” She started, leaning against the back of Azalea’s chair with a barely suppressed smirk on her face, “You have nothing to worry about. Raymond has been a perfect gentleman this entire time. Friendly, charming... You don’t have a thing to worry about, he’s in very good hands.”

She leaned over the back of the chair and pat Azalea’s shoulder, allowing the smirk to show in her voice, “Isn’t that right, Azalea?”

“After all,” She reeled back out of Azalea’s reach, standing up straight with a slight shrug to her shoulders, “You two do spend SO much time together. You seemed to rather enjoy keeping him company whenever he was awake late while he was sailing the Il Serpente.”

She reached up and scratched her chin casually, “Or that time you two got ‘locked’ into your personal quarters overnight that one time. But who is keeping track, yes?”

She smirked in Azalea’s direction, chuckling darkly to herself as she tried desperately to keep from bursting out laughing.

“... I digress. I wish you a goodnight. Madonna.” She bowed to Rasia, then turned to Azalea and smiled, “... Your highness.”

WIth that, she wheeled around and walked away, hands clasped behind her back as she walked over to Aria and stood beside her friend.

“... I’m going to be murdered in my sleep. It’ll be sooooo worth it.”

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“Give them a reason to be”

It was almost if, a ping in the back of her head went off. A low chill, a low whisper, a low calling, the calling for a reason. Ivanna spent most of her life fighting, every memory she could ever remember was filled with fighting. So what was the reason for her to keep on going? The answer became too clear. It was the answer that spoke of the true reality that she has to endure. Why she needed to have that specific reason to move forward.


“Move on”


But for her to truly move on from the shadows of the past? That was something she could not do. The sad reality is, without the constant reminder of the past, most of the will that holds her together would be lost. There would be no reason to fight, no inner wars to be won. Her dream, her passion, that fire, will go up and vanish.

Ivanna looked at Baxter like he was foreign, of course someone with still everything would say that. “I can’t. Move on” She muttered, her voice was a little shaky, who only went back to mere silence again. Her facial features slowly going back to the stern demeanor that serves as a barrier to her true self. Ivanna thought she couldn’t tell him, for he would not understand the heavy weight she carries daily.

The final stitch was sowed and so was Ivanna’s hope for anyone to understand her pain. “Just hand me the bandages. And I’ll take it from here. You should go back with the others.” The usual tone was back in her talk, her gaze was slightly to the side, trying to focus on something else in the room.

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[Blackrose7]

Annabel was extremely annoyed when they got to Risia's hiding spot. Since Azalea wasn't going to tell her why she targeted her, and Baxter wouldn't shut up about her royal title even while being in front of his mom. 'Ok. That is it. Baxter isn't going to continue to involve me with the other royals, because I have asked them to stop saying that. For it is going to end up becoming a bad habit if they keep this up.' thought Annabel.
Annabel was going to tell Baxter to stop introducing her like that, since she wanted to be normal. However, not only did Rasia didn't want to deal with any drama right now. But James had to tell her to play nice. "Fine, but I am seriously going to deal with this tomorrow." said Annabel, as Baxter really didn't need her introduction to his mother to be like that.
Rasia then asked her to put Clyde to sleep, so she did what she asked her to do. For Annabel is going to ask Clyde if she can look at the royal bloodline book, since there is a missing page in the book. "Alright and I need to ask Clyde about something." said Annabel.
She took Clyde to his bed and tuck him in, so he can go to sleep. "Hey Clyde. You don't mind if I can check the royal bloodline book? Because there is a missing page, and I think that it is hidden within the book. Although, I am uncertain about it." said Annabel.
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[Ms. Sparrow]

Azalea Eve Windfore

Azalea hadn’t the time to respond to Rasia before Angelo swooped in with a barely contained evil expressed. She tensed, listening on every one of Angelo’s words as he stood behind her chair. She could recognize that tone—she’d used it on her sisters countless time—she was the funny one, after all. And she did not get teased. Azalea’s eyes narrowed into slits the more Angelo spoke, flinching as Angelo patted her shoulder, pointedly asking her. Azalea whirled in her seat, “Angelo,” she growled in warning, but the knight only continued on, hot mortification spreading through her. She could only gap at Angelo, her face coloring to that of a tomato as he mentioned her little...night with Raymond.

“Sleep with one eye open Angelo—you gods damn rotter!” She snapped, throwing a leather glove after the man as he left as quickly as he’d showed up and botched everything, her expression of complete scarlet, mortification, seething after where Angelo had been moments prior before slowly turning to Rasia.

Meanwhile, Aria, whom had been idly taking in her surroundings, walking around with a slightly surprised expression. She’d had little idea Baxter had family that still lived. She was glad for it. She turned at the sound of shouting from behind her, watching Angie emerge from a room as a leather glove went sailing in the air for her back, an angry shout from Azalea following. Similarly to her cousin, Aria arched a brow and gave a laugh. “What’d you do now?” She asked amusedly.

Azalea meanwhile in the other room, quickly threw up her calloused palms in surrender, “It’s not like that!” She blurted out, still quite red. “We’re not—we’re not that close. We really did get locked in my quarters last night,” she explained then paused, wondering why she’d be so worried at all for what Raymond...and Baxter’s mother though. Or why she was rambling at all for it. Azalea straightened her back and raised her chin to regain herself. “We’re just friends and all that—really. Besides...” she drawled, thinking to their ship heist and the way he pulled the gun on the men. “I dunno even know him that much, at all, really,” she said airily with a shrug, trying to ease herself back into her cool, cocky smugness. But making sure to add, as her blush faded;

“As friends—obviously.”


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[Inheritance]

Jeod Swift​

Despite Cali being inches from his face, he kept a calm face. That was a 180, and she went from calling him the psycho to taking the blunt of the responsibility. It was hard for him not to grin, as her words now mirrored his own thoughts. Why not use their technology to their advantage? It certainly beat running around from place to place until they were cornered. He was pleased that he was able to bring this out in her, but in the back of his mind he was a bit nervous about how quickly she had changed. Her level head was gone, and while she spoke the truth he could tell there was other problems at work here. Was she loosing it? Who knew. But he knew then that Cali might be the only one that had what it took to either succeed in this uprising, or keep them safe.

"Tha mi ag aontachadh. Bu chòir dhut a bhith a ’stiùireadh seo, tha barrachd ùine agad. " He said quietly. "Is urrainn dhomh feuchainn ri lìonra a dhèanamh agus faicinn cò a dh ’fhaodadh a bhith ag aontachadh leinn. Dè an ath ghluasad a th ’agad?"

He stayed where he was, not really being able to move now that Cali was so close. His face was hidden under the tips of his hat as he awaited her response.

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[explosiveKitten]

“Ohhhh nothing, just wanted to Azalea turn bright red. ANd ohhhhh did it work!”

She laughed and bit her lip, looking incredibly pleased with herself as a glove hit her in the back of the head, evidently thrown by Azalea herself.

“I maaaay have teased Azalea about her ever so obvious attraction to Raymond... In front of his mother~” She giggles, biting her lip to keep from absolutely caterwauling to the open air, “Ohhhh the look on her face was... priceless.”

“I’m going to be shanked in my sleep, but you know what? I don’t even care, that was SOOOO worth it, haahahahaha...” She wandered off to a corner and pressed her back to the wall before sliding slowly down to sit on the floor, still chuckling to herself.

“Sooo... when we go to this party, will Angelo get to dance with you?” She asked, quirking an eyebrow in Aria’s direction.

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[Xanto]

Baxter Callahan​

Baxter's blue gaze looked into Ivanna's as her shaky voice denied any ability to move on. Within a few moments, she was back to her usual demeanor. It was an exterior Baxter realized all too well. Stiff, serious, and silent . . it was his own. "Just hand me the bandages," Ivanna stated, looking away from the rebellion leader, "And I'll take it from here. You should go back with the others."

"No," Baxter shot back, refusing her orders and reaching over for the bandages. Here she was again sending him off like the rest. Why? Why couldn't people just get over it? Move on. There were secrets everywhere. In fact, those were the things that were tearing the rebellion apart! Baxter quietly clenched his jaw as he felt a wave of stress wash over him. Just because he led the movement didn't mean he was inhuman. The strength it took to balance all the characters and their inability to move on rarely took a public toll on him. However, Bax could slowly feel his stress rising once again.

Even if Ivanna wasn't as aggressive to him as she was to let's say . . Jeod, Baxter saw it as his own responsibility to get on the same wavelength as his group members. That and the leader couldn't just leave the injured woman alone to bandage herself. Bax placed the bandage onto Ivanna's leg, silently wrapping it around. If anyone else could understand his quiet exchange it was Ivanna. The other group members would've started talking right about now.

As soon as Baxter was done bandaging her wound up, he purposely stared at her with slightly furrowed brows. It was like he refused to leave the room until she said more. A silent objection.

"Why can't you move on?" He finally questioned with a hint of aggression. The man wasn't used to having many heart-to-heart conversations. He usually sat down with someone in regards to their behavior, mission, or information that could potentially alter the rebellion. Here he was now though and if he could just get at least one member to merge onto a same understanding, that would be great. Heck, he didn't even understand his brother's. "Learn from the past, and accept that we can't travel back and live in it," His usual cold tone came back into play as if he was scolding himself from years ago.

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Clyde Callahan​

Clyde sleepily yawned and stretched in bed as Annabel tucked him in. That's when his auntie asked about the royal bloodline book. "Sure, Auntie Annabel," The kid treasured the book so much, that he had to sit himself up and pull it from behind his pillow. "I don't know if there's a page missing, but I do know that it's pretty old," Clyde handed the book over to Annabel before falling back onto his pillow. At least Annabel asked this time around . . instead of sneaking up in his room like a stranger. "Can you give it back when you're done?" The boy asked as he folded his arms behind his head, "Wouldn't want you to accidentally lose it in your castle mission tomorrow."

A short silence then lingered between the two before the kid finally asked, "Can you please tuck me in again? I kinda messed it up."

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“No”

Ivanna was a little taken aback from the refusal. Baxter took the bandages anyway and started to wrap around her injured leg. The silence that lingered, Ivanna could sense it all too well. She could feel the incoming persistence from Baxter, a man trying to understand a monster. Ivanna wasn’t the one to go into feelings or bring up anything from her past. She thought it wasn’t anyone’s business to know, but she knew that a guy like Baxter would not leave until he got his answer.


“Why can’t you move on?”

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“Because I-“ Her voice was raised a little before she stopped herself. “You wouldn’t understand. None of you would.” Her words carried a word of caution, to not push her any further. She didn’t want any more bad blood tonight. The intense stare from Baxter didn’t help the fact she was growing annoyed by the thick air in the room. She needed some space, Ivanna got up from the edge of the bed, the blood leaving her head from how quickly she got up. Making her a little dizzy, she ignored the pain her leg was giving her before she walked over to the other side of the room and sat on the chair. She looked at the sword on the wall, the one thing that’s been with her this whole time. If objects could talk, her sword could clearly tell and describe the kinds of events she’s been through.

“I wish I could move on. But—I just can’t” She wasn’t used to telling people about what goes on inside of her mind. She blocked off this side of her on purpose, for anyone not to use it against her. Or call her weak. She rubbed her knuckles and lightly tapped her foot, displaying her discomfort. “Not a day goes by that I’m not constantly reminded by it. It haunts me everyday, in my dreams, whenever I close my eyes, in the moments I’m close to death.” She tried not to show too much emotion, too much vulnerability. She really was a broken shell. “It’s my whole reason of living.” She finally stated, her eyes showing a little bit of tears welling up. It was clear she was trying to hold back. “I thought it wasn’t, but every breath I take, it becomes all too clear. It’s the only motivation I have to move forward.”

Every fight she could ever remember, she was somewhere on the ground bleeding. In those moments, a fire grew inside of her that always gave her the strength to get up. In her mind, she was thinking of them, their deaths were constantly played in the back of her mind. A little girl forever traumatized by the events of the past.

“God-“ She uttered while using both of her hands to comb through her messy hair. She was already stressed out by all the emotions she was trying to keep inside. “I liked to be left alone for a while.” Her voice was almost like a ghost, emotionless. The sight was on her sword, staring into the faint stains of blood. If Baxter were to persist any longer, she wouldn’t be able to hold back the growing feelings inside of her when someone didn’t listen to her the first time.

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[Xanto]

Rasia Callahan​

Angelo's voice caught Rasia's attention as he leaned against the back of Azalea's chair. Apparently, her youngest son was a friendly, charming gentleman. Thank Gods. Rasia thought to herself in relief although her exterior nodded as if expected. The relief however only lasted for so long until Angelo started grilling Azalea.

Rasia's facial expressions shifted from interest to surprise along the course of the man's observant confessions. She was thankful for the fact that Azalea kept Ray company while sailing late into the night. Wait, Il Serpente? The ship name rang a bell. . . HE STOLE A SHIP! Rasia's eyes widened at the idea. True, no one liked the Albertis. Yet she didn't know Ray'd go as far as steal a ship!

Thoughts began zipping through the concerned mother's mind. On the outside though, her eyes were just wide. Deep breaths. Rasia's features calmed as she justified the potential relapse herself. She knew the rebellion's circumstances were dire. This time he wasn't stealing anything just for kicks.

Angelo chimed in shortly grabbing Rasia's attention yet again. This time, he had much more intriguing news. "Oh . .," Rasia silently muttered in surprise before casting a glance at Azalea. Her mind quickly switched gears at the mention of Azalea and Raymond spending a night in the princess's quarters. Was that what the stuttering of his name was all about? Ray wasn't criminal against Azalea, he was just . . romantically involved with her?

"Goodnight, Angelo," Rasia calmly replied as he walked away. “Sleep with one eye open Angelo—you gods damn rotter!” Azalea yelled, throwing a glove after him. Meanwhile, Rasia silently laughed to herself and tamed her own reaction before Azalea gradually turned to face her again.

Suddenly, the royal threw up her hands immediately trying to erase Rasia's mind of any assumptions. Yet, Azalea was still red. It almost looked like the redhead was struggling to clarify the truth. It was a sight that made Rasia slightly smile. Just friends. Rasia noted, yet was all too familiar with Azalea's behavior whenever Raymond came up in their discussion. It was especially obvious since she was able to compare how the royal spoke about Bax versus Ray.

The mother patiently watched Azalea regain herself, while she admitted to not knowing Raymond that much in the first place. "He's a good friend to have," Rasia smiled trying to ease the awkward vibe Azalea was giving out. A brief silence hung in the air though despite her efforts. " . . well since you two are just friends," She slowly stood up from her seat before moving into a stretch, "Get ready for him to spoil you if ever you become more-." " . . You know, best friends," Now Rasia was just teasing in a lighthearted way.

"Anyhow, let's all start turning in for the night. I believe you all have a big mission ahead tomorrow," She commented bringing her arms back down, "There are some rooms on the main level and a few couches around. Please, make yourself at home."

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Baxter Callahan​

Baxter glanced to the side of the room as he listened to Ivanna drag on about him not being able to understand. That however, was simply the matter of fact. How could he understand anything if she never told him?

The man moved a hand down his face in slight frustration. On the field, Ivanna didn't care if others saw her as a murderer. But in a room with only one other person, she was afraid to let him know something? That's when she got up and moved to the other side of the room. At least Ivanna was talking this time. The problem now was that Baxter had no idea what about. Apparently something was haunting her so much so that it became her motivation?

This was all he got though. All he got before she tried sending him off again. In which case, Bax got up from his seat, pushed the stool aside rather noisily, then made his way to the closed door. However, instead of a thud, a click sounded. The rebellion leader turned back around and stood across from Ivanna with arms folded across his chest after locking the door. "Try me," He stated ordering Ivanna to try to make him understand.

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[NinjaGirlGamer]

𝑰𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝑲𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒊𝒏​

Ivanna’s eyes were somewhere else, hoping that she could be alone. She heard the sound of the stool sliding across the floor. Then hearing the footsteps get closer to the door. Ivanna started to softly inhale her breath, so that she could finally release a sigh of relief—.

Click

Ivanna’s head turned quickly to the sound of the door knob locking. Her eyebrows slowly shaping into a frown. She knew Baxter wasn’t going to give this up. Why can’t he just leave me alone like the rest? Her own blue eyes were glaring at Baxter as he approached her with his arms crossed. Ivanna didn’t want this to happen, she didn’t want to break down in front of him. A complete stranger, who knew nothing and shouldn’t try. The emotions were running high inside of her, one more word out of Baxter’s mouth and she would lose it. And this was only the trigger that would send Ivanna over the edge.


“Try me”


Ivanna stood up from her seat rather quickly, almost too quickly. Like she’s been challenged to duel, but not with fists, with minds. Her stern demeanor was even sharper from before, her breathing grew heavy. She was clearly annoyed by all of this. “Don’t.” Her voice had a hint of anger “Don’t try to understand. Don’t pretend to care.” Ivanna shook at her head and looking the other way. But she could feel heat from the stare. “GAH!” Ivanna gave a shout of frustration, practically shoving Baxter away. I need space. She ended up walking to the side of the room. “Why would you want to know my suffering?! To show me pity?! To tell me to move on?!” Ivanna stopped herself from raising her voice any further. She was trying to control her temper. “I don’t need your pity” She spat coldly. “Would me spilling out all of the emotions make me less of a monster? Would you treat me differently? Would anyone treat me differently?” Ivanna clenched her fist to hold back anymore of her anger. Digging her nails into the skin. “It’s none of your business and I don’t want you to keep asking the same questions.” She said while walking towards him then getting up close to his face. The next words she may come to regret later. But this was so Baxter could leave her alone, or at least she thought.

“Wanna try to understand something? Try to understand why your rebellion is failing.” With that, she started to walk backwards and turned around to face the door. Her hand reaching for the doorknob.

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[Xanto]

Baxter Callahan​

Baxter subtly jolted back when Ivanna shot up from her seat. Her words were laced with anger as she told him to stop pretending to care. "GAH!" Ivanna finally shouted, shoving Baxter out of her way. He merely took a step though instead of stumbling around as most . . smaller people would. This wasn't the end of her rant though. No, it was just the beginning. Ivanna raised her voice questioning Baxter's reason behind all the questions.

What was she taking words out of his mouth for? The woman barely even knew him and here she was assuming like she'd dealt with him many times before. "I don't need your pity," Ivanna spat, prompting Baxter's brows to furrow. Did this mercenary just spit in his mom's house? Anyway, the man's thoughts quickly diverted back to the situation at hand once Ivanna started firing more assuming questions. She questioned the value of letting her emotions out. Had she never done it? Well, that explained her harsh behavior and killing sprees. Or maybe she was just annoyed by all of his questions EVEN THOUGH he only asked one answerable question and one hypothetical one. At this point, she asked way more than him.

After one blink, Ivanna was right in front of his face. Baxter still kept his furrowed brows despite the sudden motion though. "Wanna try to understand something? Try to understand why your rebellion is failing,” Ivanna harshly concluded, leaving Bax for the door.

"You want to know why it's failing?" He calmly questioned. It was too bad his current tone couldn't stay that way though. "It's because PEOPLE LIKE YOU won't let me UNDERSTAND what the HELL IS GOING ON WITH THEM!" Baxter's eyes bore into the back of Ivanna's head as he clenched his jaw. "This is a rebellion," He stepped away from Ivanna's back, "If I wanted to do this all alone without a team, then it would just be a rebel." A rebel rebelling . . it wasn't a rebellion. A rebellion required a team, a full force! "The reason I chose this group is because I knew we had the ability to connect," He stated with a raised voice before increase his loudness even more, "YOU OUT OF ALL PEOPLE!" Truly he never meant to have late fun chats with Ivanna, but some part of Baxter at least expected them to get along well enough. Ya know, understand each other and their similar stiff, stoic ways. " . . Well," His hand brushed against his chin, feeling the stubble before dropping back to his side, "Guess I was wrong."

On that note, Baxter stepped around Ivanna and tilted his body past her as he opened the door himself then exited the room.

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