Fantasy The Mogul (IC)

[MangoGoGo]

謙​

Damien

location

Prison/ Outside of Prison

tags

Megilagor Britt-21 AriAriAbabwa

Another voice spoke up, the lone female Mogul sitting in her own corner of the soundproof cell. She said something in a language he was not familiar with but judging by the scoff and the tone that followed She was not confident in their abilities to escape. Maybe “confident” wasn’t the right word, perhaps, “insulted” was a better word. Insulted that something like this was talked about in front of her royal highness despite the low odds they had to even pull such a thing off. She began spouting off percentages and other things she noticed about the guards and capping it all off by stating it was illogical to resist. Damien lowered his gaze back to his dirty hands and fidgeted for a moment before saying, “Yeah but isn’t it worth trying?” the words left his mouth and hung in the stagnant air before followed up, “better to die trying than to just sit here like Lambs to the Slaughter, right?” Damien said never taking his eyes off the female prisoner, who he swears he has seen before but can’t remember where.

Suddenly, muffled noise could be heard from the doors. Damien, being here the longest, couldn’t say what exactly he was hearing as the noises seemed unfamiliar to him. He slowly got up and made his way to the door to see if he could see anything from the small window on the door only to stop when he saw blood flowing into the cell. Fear gripped Damien as he stepped away from the door only for it to open seconds later. The mysterious armor wearing savior’s voice, gunfire, screams, alarms blaring, and the brighter lights that were outside all these things together made Damien dizzy and nearly topple over from sensory overload, but he kept on his feet as the magically armored person told them the situation.

Damien was one of the first to step out of the cell but stayed close only moving when the magically armored person moved. He took a glance at one of his cellmates and noticed he took a second to give the dead guard a piece of his mind. Not that he could blame him, He would of done the same thing, especially to that one guard who swore to Damien he would make sure Lilith would scream when it was her turn to die. Unfortunately, he wasn’t sure if that dead guard was the one and didn’t have time to check since the magically armored person began to move.

The pace was fast only slowing down to round corners and sometimes to take out stragglers. While they moved Damien looked around hoping to catch some glimpse of Lillith, even shouting their “Code Word” to see if his magic would work. It wouldn’t and he would receive some weird looks from the others. Damien didn’t realize just how much he missed the outside world until he and a bunch of other prisoners made it out of the prison building and hit with that fresh breeze, but he didn’t have time to enjoy it as the guards pushed them to a safer distance.

Damien found himself standing on a large hill with the other prisoners and watched as their own personal hell hole suddenly exploded sending parts of itself into the air and in multiple directions. The bits that weren’t sent flying were engulfed in orange rage and black smoke slithered skyward. To some this black smoke was a sign of victory, but to others it was a temporary freedom. Damien was lost in his thoughts, what does this mean now? Can their lives return to normal after this? Damien’s mind wandered off that he didn’t realize he wasn’t standing with his cellmates anymore. To Anyone who saw him, he just looked like a lost boy.

Suddenly he heard someone call his name. When he looked in the direction he saw her. Lilith, running towards him. The emotion he felt seeing her alive was indescribable and the only thing he could say was, “Lily!” before she embraced him. For a second he didn’t move in fear this was all a dream and he would find himself back in the execution room. However, when he wrapped his arms around her fully and she didn’t disappear he tightened his grip and was on the verge of shedding tears of happiness, “I’m so glad you are ok-.” all of a sudden she put him in a headlock and began giving him a noogie, “Ah!” Damien cried as he struggled to get out of her grip. She was surprisingly strong, “The hell Lily! Let me go! Ow! I said stop it! That hurts!” His cries are a mix of pain and happiness, a strange yet fitting end to their harrowing ordeal.

code by @Nano

 

[Megilagor]

Shoku Kaida Ainsley

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Mention: Britt-21 ​

"What in the living chucklefucks is happening?!" Said Shoku to himself witnessing a guard die, them being broken out, all of that felt surreal to him, after all, hope was a lost cause for this man. He did not know that sometimes good things can just happen. So he took his harmonica squeezed it hard forming a fist and punched himself in the knee to ascertain if it was just a lucid dream of hope before an execution or if it was real.

To his surprise it was real, so he picked himself up, hid his harmonica in his sleeve, and came out of the room a bit late as the rest of his cellmates and their saviors ran off towards the exit somewhere. Shoku questioned their ability to find and save Cherie and Florian, but judging by the sounds of people dying all around him, mostly the familiar sound of guards, he only had one choice to trust them. Trust that was fickle at best but based on his past it was the most he could anyone maybe except Cherie and Florian, for the former it was a simple reason really, but for the latter, he just felt like a familiar spirit to him.

So Shoku journeyed following the traces of his cellmates and saviors out of the building, a few times getting lost on the way, even finding one of those saviors shot dead, with a broken down gun. Shoku paid a quick respect to them, grabbed their broken gun, and hung it by its sling on his back. He clapped twice, bowed twice, and clapped once, or at least he wanted to finish that quick prayer but a bullet whizzed past his head like a mosquito, which caused Shoku to run off into a sprint, running for his life. With more bullets flying past him or barely grazing his body, making several holes in his clothes. It seems that Shoku's years of bad luck were caused so he could have this one long streak of good luck now, which allowed him to not be pierced by one of those bullets.

Sure it still hurt him as the bullets barely didn't him so the shockwave from them left him with bruising form them along with some abrasions here and there and that damned ringing in his ears, but he ran not caring for his state, finally after a short while he saw the exit, his legs now burned cause of the pain, which caused him to stumble just before the exit, but Shoku being what he is used that for his advantage, so he dove more into that roll transforming it into a roll. What he did not realize though that after the exit door was a downward-facing slope.

So now with Shoku rolling down the slope like a human-sized tire would, his body hurting more and more cause of those rolls but now in the clear of the execution grounds of many Moguls before him, he felt safer, hurt but safe. Especially since Shoku stopped his roll by firmly planting his face into the now flat piece of earth beneath the hill. Shoku picked himself up and cleaned himself a bit of the earth that clung to him, and walked off towards the rest when an explosion took care of the building behind him. Shoku could not feel the satisfaction of the explosion happening behind him as many people died there, to him it was a funeral pyre rather than sabotage of an execution and prison complex.

Shoku had a bit of trouble seeing in front of him, his eyes didn't yet adjust to the light levels outside compared to those inside the building, and to no surprise at all when Cheri saw him she rammed herself right onto him, with quite some force, as well hurting Shoku a bit but it was Cherie, she was just happy to see him alive it seems, but they needed to move, so Shoku did a bit of a compromise on that one. Shoku moved his hands to unlatch Cherie from himself for a bit, he placed his hands below her armpits and raised her so Cheri could hug him around his neck, and potentially hold herself onto him by her legs, and Shoku himself just placed both of his hands on her back to hold her in once she latched onto him, and then he spoke to her in a calm melancholic voice. "Stop crying, Cherie. Or your eyes might start hurting. And no I'm not hurt, I am tired and I have a few bruises and ringing in my ears but other than that I'm all okay. But I have a better question. How are you? How were your new friends?"
At this point Shoku tried to point the conversation away from him to Cherie's stuff, so she could talk all she wanted about how she was treated, which would allow Shoku to not lie to Cherie as he hated doing so and lying to her about how hurt he was, was already too much for him, and he hoped it would allow her to get her mind off the prison at least partially as he walked towards the boats while carrying her on himself, as if he was the tree and Cherie was its koala.

 

[AriAriAbabwa]

❝ Lilith Svanenhielm. ❞

【mood】— fuck yeah

【location】— The Hill

【tags】— MangoGoGo .

Christ.

Lilith didn't know what else to think or say. She could complain about how shitty of a situation this was, but at that point, it was nuking the dead horse's incinerated ashes. She wondered how her garden was doing; if her roommate bothered to look after it. Not like she had any chance of going back, being a Mogul in an ass of a kingdom like this.

Before she could ponder her last moments of life, though, a facility soldier kicked through the door.

"Jesus, fuck!" Lilith cried, having hit her head against the wall from shock. Before the guard could be subjected to a slew of foul-mouthed words, she went first with some baffling questions. Questions that the prisoners wouldn't have a chance to answer.

It was like something out of one of those dystopian novels she'd read. A killer bursting in, taking down the abusive guard, and setting the characters free. She didn't waste a second in disbelief, jumping straight up.

"Ha!" Lilith paused at the cadaver with a hacking cackle. "Serves you right, fucking bed-wetter!" And she kicked the female guard's bleeding corpse.

The escape was exhilarating. Bullets flying to and fro, soldiers guiding Lilith and her Mogul comrades to freedom like teachers in a fire drill, the shithole facility coming apart before her eyes.

It was all a blur. Lilith ended up on the same hill as everyone else. She watched the facility go up in flames, Moguls all around her reuniting and embracing. She realized she'd lost track of her cellmates, and for a moment, there was nobody she recognized.

Then she saw him. A seemingly lost boy, watching the same thing that she was. Lilith started running. "Damien! Damien, you little bumpkin, come here!" The moment they came within arm's length, she put the poor boy in a headlock, attacking with the roughest noogie she ever gave. And it came from the heart. "I'm so fucking—ah! That was so damn cool! I was running around these dead guards, there was gunfire and bullets everywhere, I saw those shitty people get mowed down, you should have been there!" As she finally ran out of breath, so did her strength. Letting go of Damien, Lilith took a deep breath. "Well... I guess you were." And in a rare moment of calm, water filled her eyes.

&&— ❝ the brash. ❞​

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[Phayne]

The Cynic

Ciaran Kilbane

Soundless, Windowless Cell.

Without so much as a warning courtesy of the sound proof room; the door to this hellish torture room would soon be flung open; torn asunder by the force of the man being flung through it. Shocked and taken by complete surprise, Ciaran who had shot up from his position against the wall could only stare in confusion as his eyes fell upon the body of the deceased man and while he gawked in completely shock; he would soon find his ability to hear being assaulted by the frantic noises now rushing into their once soundproof cell.

As if someone had finally turned the volume up; Ciaran would immediately be overcome by the chaotic sound of gunfire and chaos echoing through the corridors of this facility; the sudden noise almost deafening as his body attempted to reattune his senses. Both hands clasped against his ears as he tried to dull the deafening sounds of the struggle, he would just about register the second man in armor; bloodied dagger in hand as he slumped against the wall.

"What the fuck is going on, who are you?!" shouted Ciaran, his voice rasped as he stared at the man; though his question would ultimately be ignored in favor of urgency towards the present situation. Despite having had no intention of interacting with the fellow animals he had been caged with, he was still human enough to provide assistance towards them now that an avenue of escape had been handed to them.

Two more bodies would be found outside their cell, the death count now totalling three from what Ciaran had seen so far. Three lives sacrificed for the four that languished in the cell, a steep price to pay yet one that still held a net profit for whoever their benefactor was; though given the price they were willing to pay; Ciaran could not help but demand answers. Was he simply the fortunate fool benefiting from circumstances? Had the rescue operation been carried out for one of the other prisoners and he just so happened to be there, reaping the benefits from it? There wasn't a chance in hell that he was the target.

"Oi, Answer me!" shouted Ciaran as he followed suit, getting increasingly more annoyed at how he was being ignored by their supposes saviour. "What the fuck is going on! What about the other prisoners!, Are they being freed too? Answer me for fucks sake!" he continued, getting increasingly more frustrated at not knowing the situation regarding Rin. Rin must be alright... right? he taught to himself, doing his best to not fall into his cynical habits of assuming the worst. Yet it was quickly becoming a difficult battle.

The further they got, the louder the sounds of combat could be heard; ironically giving Ciaran a sense of relief. Given the scale of the situation, from what he could gather atleast. It seemed like it wasn't just their cell that had been broken into. Perhaps Rin was also somewhere in the facility, fleeing alongside his cell mates. Perhaps once they reunited; Ciaran could truly give the kingdom of Noniel a reason to fear him; all he needed was Rin. Rin was the key to unlocking the monster hidden within him.

His thoughts would be shaken as the armor clad man spoke up, giving them instructions to part ways. "Oi, where are you going?!" questioned Ciaran, again proving to be a nuisance. "Fuck. Damn it!" he cursed, as he was ignored once more; urged by the others to make his way to the exit as instructed.

At least Four lives exchanged for their freedom. Ciaran couldn't help but wonder what was to come, given the sacrifices that had been made for their freedom. There was no way that this prison break had been done out of the goodness of ones heart, no way that so much blood would be spilled to simply free all of them, no strings attached. Alas, this was the least of Ciaran's concerns right now. Survival and finding Rin were more important.

It would be several minutes before he, alongside the others would be led outside the facility; several other groups of prisoners having already made it out before them. Almost instinctually, Ciaran began to search the crowd of escapees, forgetting everything else as he pushed his way past groups of partners re-acquainting themselves with one another.

"Rin!, Oi Rin!" shouted Ciaran, pushing a man outta his way in his furore. "Rin! Answer me!, RIN!" his voice was growing slightly more desperate. "Oi, have you seen a man... about 3'10 this tall... reddish hair... annoyingly optimistic about everything?!" he asked, grasping a taller man by his collar.

The Elder

Code by Serobliss

 

[Kyuubey]

scroll

the passionate

AVELINE

mood

mixed bag

location

the sea it calls me

location

free from the crackerjack box

interactions

Zenrias, Leopold, Ciaran, Rin, Liên Xuân

tags

Phayne The Elder Mineczka Seraphine Benadryl Plankton

Aveline’s fingers remained clasped around the returned cape that Zenrias had once been using as a semblance of comfort to his wounded figure. She’d merely scooted back and settled into a less hunched position so that the ache in her back wouldn’t scream at her any longer. The colors within her eyes swirled momentarily as they leapt from face to face within the cell. Soon though a clatter accompanied the lack of a cell door and a new face entered the room. Their face however left much to the imagination since it was concealed behind a helmet but Aveline could tell by the heaving of their chest that was slowing with each second that it would soon become a lifeless one. The blood everywhere didn’t deter her much. She’d grown numb to such things and the reactions that she once would’ve harbored didn’t even try to claw their way to the surface.

The woman stood with an odd grace that was mixed with an eerie calm. She nodded at the words of the man before closing the distance between herself and Zenrias. “ I didn’t take care of you just to watch you get left behind to die. “ Aveline spoke to him whilst securing her cape back where it had originally laid upon her shoulders. Shortly after an arm snaked its way around his torso, resting right beneath his arms.

“ We have to move with haste. I have a feeling we’re pressed for time. “ She continued to speak but it was towards the rest of their cellmates as they navigated their way out. A few unmoving bodies, presumably dead by the looks of it, lay scattered about once they’d cleared the maze-like hallways. The only regret she felt seeing them laying in their own still growing puddle of blood was that she'd been unable to fulfill her promise to the ones she marked for death. " What a shame... " She murmured aloud to herself. Turning her head she didn’t catch sight of either of the other men who’d been locked in that room with her and she could only assume they’d run off to either escape or had their own motive for splitting off. Every man or woman for themselves, wasn’t that how it usually was?

Once they reached a space that was more open, Aveline’s steps came to a halt as she motioned for Zenrias to give her a moment. She dropped down into a crouch and started searching a couple of the corpses. Her fingers roamed expertly, disarming them of their knives which were tucked away in spots that were hidden from sight but Ava knew to be the typical spots to sheathe one. They disappeared, one by one, as she found places for them within her own attire. They replaced all the ones that had been taken from her. Finally, Ava didn’t feel quite so bare. Not that she was vulnerable but the familiar feeling of the blades in their normal spots brought her a different sense of comfort.

Just as she was about to keep moving along with Zenrias, she spotted a mop of red upon a man’s head with the appearance of a monk. A brow was raised as she watched him with a blank, unamused, stare. The way he fondled the bodies looking for weapons astonished her. It was obvious that the man was more accustomed to fighting with his fists which was still impressive, at least in her opinion. The fact that it was nighttime wasn’t exactly helping his case either. Not everyone worked without error or struggles in the dark, when deprived of one of their senses. At least he wanted to be armed which meant that he wasn’t the dullest tool in the shed. Ava couldn’t help the small smirk that tugged her lips off to the side and betrayed the dimple that was usually hidden. Her steps were silent yet steadfast and a flash of silver would catch his attention as she held a knife out to him. Her fingers pinched the blade so that the hilt was facing him.

“ Here. A shorter blade should suit you. “ Aveline had zero clue that this guy was the other half of one of her cell mates but his attempt to loot blindly in the dark made her feel a fraction of pity for him. The sounds of more gunfire off in the distance caught her attention, slapping her back to the urgency of their situation. With a gloved hand she waved towards the stranger and returned to Zenrias’s side. It didn’t take long for them to clear the facility. Behind them the buildings loomed, blanketed with a darkness that she knew was from all the atrocities and terrible things that happened there. When it went up in flames, the sounds of bombs going off to crumble it into pieces, Aveline couldn’t help but smile a little. Each step away from it alternated between two different very conflicting emotions. Worry, relief, worry, relief. They’d escaped yet… Liên Xuân had yet to be found and though her face remained reposeful, the thoughts within her mind were starting to crash around like a restless sea.

A familiar face flashed to the side and Ava caught the words frantically tumbling from the once silent man. His face gave everything away whereas in their cell he’d been much more recluse. “ Red head? Short? I handed a blade to someone who matches that description a few minutes ago. He shouldn’t be far behind us. “ Ava cast a look over her shoulder to point in the direction they’d come from.

“ Hope you find him. “ They continued on and Aveline’s grasp on Zenrias started to become less to hold him up and more to hold herself together. Every pair that had found one another started to feel like sharp claws being dragged down the recesses of her typically locked down emotions. None of them rearing their faces now would do anyone any good.

Her eyes flickered back in front of them when she felt Zenrias slowing and she found herself staring at Liên Xuân who appeared to just be waiting. Waiting as if she knew, without a doubt, that Ava would find her. Aveline breathed in sharply, suddenly unburdened, finding calm in her wake. The light of the moon cast down upon her only made the lighter shade of her hair the appearance of an ethereal being glowing. She was so much the opposite of Aveline that at times it hurt. It hurt to know that Liên Xuân had to be tethered to someone so damaged and dark when the other woman offered such warmth just in her presence alone.

She hadn’t realized that the grip on Zenrias tightened as he murmured Liên Xuân’s name and seemed to lean forward towards her. It was entirely an action based on instinct but it took her a good second before she’d found herself willingly able to release him and let him interact with the other woman. It wasn’t a territorial move but one she’d been honed and trained to do for a long time. If she wasn’t so sure that she could end Zenrias’s life before he could pluck a single hair from Liên Xuân’s head in his current condition, then it was likely that he wouldn’t have gotten as far as kissing the woman’s hand. It was normal practice between those of noble status but Aveline had never been comfortable letting many people get that close to Liên Xuân. Her safety outranked all those pleasantries.

If Zenrias was the type to be aware of someone’s body language, he would’ve felt her immediately stiffen throughout the entire exchange but it seemed to dissipate quickly when he squeezed her hand in thanks. Those violet eyes of hers didn’t need to linger long on his features to know that he genuinely was grateful for what she’d done for him. “ It was nothing. I’m… glad you managed to pull through. I didn’t want you to only have your nightmares accompanying you in a time like that. “ Aveline offered him a ghastly smile that was fleeting. There was a shadowed look exchanged that screamed of someone who knew exactly what that felt like.

“ Until we meet again, Zenrias Taira. “

And then he was gone, shuffling towards the silhouette of some boats that were ebbing gently with the lapping waters pushing and pulling against them. She continued to watch him until he blurred out and then she let those eyes slide onto her partner.

Left alone with Liên Xuân, Aveline took a few steps forward as if she had no intention of slowing and swiftly pulled the other woman in for an embrace that spoke more volumes than any words she would have managed to mutter. Her chin rested gently upon her magnificently kempt hair and she ignored the small prod of pain that came from the pin in her hair digging into her cheek when she pressed her face furtherly into the strands. After what felt like eons, Aveline finally pulled back far enough to cast a more inquisitive gaze across Liên Xuân’s face. A relieved sigh befell the space between them as Ava answered her own questions and finally she allowed herself to smile. “ I told you that even fate wouldn’t dare keep me from you. Your calculations can go to hell when it involves us finding our way back to one another. “ Aveline peered down towards the gathering group of people by the boats and her hands shifted down between their bodies until they found Liên Xuân’s.

“ Let’s get far away from this place and then we can figure out what comes next. “

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[The Elder]

FREEDOM​

"You're welcome." Rin said to Cherie as he continued to warm up his body with push ups. However, he started slowing down as he heard the footsteps of the guards approaching and came to a complete stop in the rest position just as they stopped in front of their cell. He glared at those guards marking them for death whenever he is free from this cell. His stare was cold as ice and hard as steel, displaying a much different side of the optimistic monk his cellmates were use to seeing. His eyes examined the guards and their gear, taking in every detail he can manage to see from within his cell. The glow from their armor and weapons meant they both were fueled by magic, meaning if he were to escape, he'll need Ciaran before taking them on head first. As he guard continued to speak, Rin started to stand up glaring at the man. His voice was started to become annoying and pissed the young monk off. All this disrespectful talk, his fist started to clench and even draw blood from the amount of pressure he was putting into it. He wishes, and hoped this guard would still be alive by the time Ciaran and he broke free. He wanted to personally beat him to death- CLANK. Did he just get hit? Rin questioned as he watched sparks popped off the guards helmet causing him to drop to a knee. He watched as the event played out, watching as he seemed to become immobile, then suffering yet another strike into the head. He noted everything about what happened, and continued watching. He didn't utter a word, especially when he could've looked around at his cellmates and give them the good ole 'I told you so.' Well, he did anyway. "As I said ladies. Everything is gonna be alright." He said with a grin behind those bandages of his.

As the guards approached the cell, Rin got in one last stretch in for his legs, planning on taking off if he needed to. The cells were now open and it was time to leave. He followed the steps of the ones freeing them and remained quiet. He searched each cell the pasted and freed for his brother Ciaran. There was no need to ask questions. He had faith there were going to free him, and he knew he'll see him on the other side. He felt so good about this, that he even decided to stop and search for a souvenir. He spotted a nearby corpse of one of the prison guards and began searching for one of their knifes. He wanted, not much for himself, but for his brother Ciaran. He knew for a fact he'll love it so why not grab one. It'll serve as a memory of how they got captured and escaped. Why? Because everything is gonna be okay. However, due to the low light and everything else going around him, he was taking a bit longer to find something. Lucky for him, a good Samaritan arrived and offered him a knife out of nowhere. He couldn't truly hear what she said to him, due to the bandages and the loud noises, but whatever it was he felt it was something good. "Thank you." He generously accepted the knife and held it tight in his hand, as he continued his escape.

Finally reaching the outside world, he took a moment to breath it all in, before searching for his brother. He didn't call out to him, but instead used his eyes. He scanned and scanned, until finally he heard his name being called. Following the source, his eyes laid on the source. Ciaran, his brother eagerly searching for him. He could've easily ran straight up towards him, but where's the fun in that. So he quietly and stealthily snuck up towards him, trying to remain out of sight of him, approaching from behind. As he finally reached him, he lunches forward grabbing his shoulders and jump into the air. "CIARAN!!!" he yelled through the bandages. "I told you, everything was gonna be fine. Now you owe me some sake, since I was right and we didn't die. Oh and I got you a present." He presents the knife given to him by Ava. "I found...well I was given this nice and now I'm giving it to to you. Its from one of those guards. Keep it and use it against them if we cross paths against them again one day."

Phayne Britt-21 Kyuubey ​

 

[Mineczka]

As the cell slowly fell silent, Liên Xuân would take a breath, there was little else to speak on, adjusting her glasses gently, her eyes would focus to the door. She wasn't sure, but something felt off with the guards as of recent, the air seemed to quiver, akin to the coming of a storm within her home city, something not all too uncommon given the location of her home. Thinking back to it, she recalled her home for a moment, a glorious city she cradled in her hands for years, watching it rise past the grand scale it had already had, and becoming the jewel in her family's domain, gently rested upon the river's meet with the Ocean, it was one of the biggest trade cities in Sazzora, with her grounds perched upon an island of the Phalialia River delta, capable of guarding the noble family with several escape routes should things go awry. A small breath would come from Liên Xuân, whose eyes soon looked towards the ceiling, she could feel the rain coming, hear the gentle waves against the seawall, the bells and horns of the many ships that passed through, and the gentle light of the lighthouse gently sweeping it's way through the often bustling harbour, even at night the harbour was always busy, always moving.

Yet, the thoughts were interrupted, though her cell was soundproofed, the dull sounds of rapid pops could be heard, rhythmic and evenly spaced with one another... Gunfire. Rifles at that, at least eight of them, rising quickly to her feet, Liên Xuân slowly approached the door, seeing two forms rush past the frame. Counting the seconds, between shots, compared to the sound, she could roughly gauge time, distance, and direction of the seeming battle, as the muted sounds of gunfire cascaded around the facility. A scoff would come from her lips, as they gently curled into a smile as she'd mumble under her breath, "Có vẻ như may mắn đã mỉm cười với chúng tôi.... (It seems like luck has smiled on us....)" She'd mumble to herself, listening to the various doors open, the slamming sounds seeming to reverberate through the halls, the dull thuds audible through the soundproofing. Soon enough, the door to her cell opened with an impetuous speed, a masked man stood, blathering with obscenities Liên Xuân cared not for his words nor who he was, or why he was present, as the echoes of gunfire made their way into the cell, the noble had one plan, Find Aveline, and leave.

Dashing out with her fellow cellmates, Liên Xuân would fall behind, one part from her lack of athletic capabilities, having never really seen use for them, Liên Xuân also kept her pace slightly slower, seeming to look at each face, each mogul who was leaving the facility, even going as far as to help a few of the fallen to their feet. If she was to escape, then as many as possible are to escape with her. Leaving the facility, the noble would take a deep breath, the air was thick with the scent of the sea, something she had known for her whole life. Continuing to move with the groups, she'd support those she could, if the building was to detonate, then, she wanted everyone as far as possible, as to limit the harm to the people whom had done naught wrong. Bringing it to herself for a moment, Liên Xuân would ponder, how truly illogical it was that so many people worked alongside a genocidal mad king, whom saw the elimination of a people just for a war centuries ago. Most just wanted to live their lives peacefully, yes, they had magical natures that made life easier or harder, but lest they proved to be directly harmful to those around, why not let the sleeping dog lie? Topping it off, she was not certain where Aveline was, she found it best to distract her mind, not allow it to wander away to keep her vision clear, and her swelling emotions in check, as a simple thought on that rang repeatedly, 'Ava will find me, she always does.'
However, her thought was broken from the sound of a voice, a familiar one at that, the heir of the Taira family, Zenrias, it had been some time, fifteen years or so, when both were but children comparatively, within the Taira Estate, for a banquet that the Văn family had been invited to, followed by the many balls within Châu Bí, and her family's home. The last time they had seen one another, was five years ago, at the passing of his late wife. Pursing her lips for a moment, Liên Xuân would hold her words as he spoke, glancing to the woman who was supporting him with familiar hair, reminding her of the plum blossoms that grew in the garden, with eyes that matched the violets and purples of the Sea of Stars above, Aveline. A gentle smile would creep it's way across her lips, as Zenrias began his trek to his partner, "Thank you, Lord Zenrias." She'd reply, before turning to her partner as the taller woman pulled her into a tight hug, words were not needed, both knew how the other felt, gently wrapping her arms around her bodyguard's slim frame, Liên Xuân would use her partner's shoulder to hide her face, the deep red colour of her cheeks would match the small shivers and sniffs, the fear finally set in, crumbling the resolve and impassivity she built, as walls to shield herself from the cruelties of the world, and keep her judgment from being clouded with emotion. Taking a breath, steeling her nerves, the Archduchess would scoff at Aveline's remarks, "Yes, my calculations regard that it's a 99.8% chance that you find me. Statistically, you don't ever NOT find me" Following her words, a gentle laugh, gently clasping her bodyguard's hands, "And yes. I think it time to leave." Allowing a moment to let the words linger, she'd look to the massing group of people, soldiers and Moguls alike, some, were fighters, others... May not want to fight, or have no ability for that matter. A small sigh came from the Archduchess, who looked to her Bodyguard one more time with a gentle wink and smile, "I suppose it time for me to protect these people too. Excuse me a brief moment, Ava."

Taking a few steps, she'd approach the outskirts of the group, before gently taking a few steps up, placing her a little bit above the crowding, clapping her hands before raising her voice she'd speak with the same eloquence that befit a noblewoman, "Excuse me! For those looking for safe refuge! Head to the Sazzoran city of Châu Bí. Within it is a merchant guild known as the Diamond Bazaar, ask for their Head of Operations, Miss Ly. Let her know that Lady Văn sent you. She'll arrange safe passage to the Western Continent, where the hounds of Noniel cannot reach you. You have my word, that you will be protected in that time, as the city has zero relation with the mad king, and will resist until we can live our lives peacefully."

Mentions: Zenrias ( Seraphine ) Aveline ( Kyuubey )
Interactions: Everyone, but particularly Zenrias and Aveline.

 

[Seraphine]

[youtube]

Zenrias' Theme

ZENRIAS TAIRA

The Forgiving Fiscal Agent

─── ⋆⋅ 𓇢𓆸 ⋅⋆ ───
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Left to drift the sea-salted air like some loose ship's rope, Zenrias let his fingers furl back slowly into the hollow of his palm. His hand followed suit; feather-like in its descent, it rivaled the stone grip hers soon had upon his shoulder. The contact was rather sudden, yet forgivable in his mind. However, his body begged to differ; it stiffened, recalling all too vividly the impact of her brass knuckles. When she finally spoke, it was a few moments before her reply reached him over the rattled throb of his own heartbeat.

Not the time? Grandiose?

Zenrias' chest rose, filled with a deep, disquieted breath that did little to soothe the tension within. His right brow furrowed. A subtle yet familiar, mystical itch briefly traced the contour of his ridge before dissipating. Any tax collector worth his salt could spot it a mile away: a good old-fashioned stalling tactic. Yet unlike those desperate gambling wretches of his at the end of each quarter, the woman before him simply exuded a calculated calmness. Nothing in her words seemed too out of the ordinary, but three years' worth of attempted negotiations told him otherwise. To have even endeavored to proffer some sort of lull in their hostilities right then and there was nothing short of a fool's errand. Zenrias bit on the harsh truth inside his lip. His rush to reconciliation tonight was no feat of careful rationality, but an all too familiar folly of natural instinct. The young agent's cheeks flushed subtly, stung by the realization that this may all simply lead to a repeat of before; where despite his best efforts to guide fair arbitration, the mere talk of parley seemed to only serve one purpose: concealing the element of surprise for the true strike.

With a pang, Zenrias recalled a period of time when flurries of letters had flooded his desk, all of them reports from family members recounting sudden attacks from across the kingdom. His uncle Otlo for instance, had been fresh out of an operahouse, a dame draped across each arm when three masked assailants had set upon him like locusts. A bear of a man, it was only thanks to his Floramante military training that he emerged the last one standing—a knife or three in the back, but still breathing. His favorite aunt Baroness Fumika, whom he affectionately called Fu-Fu, had been on her way back from a Floramante festival when she suffered a surprise gunshot wound to her shoulder. Cousins wrote of being jumped, tailed, or robbed in broad daylight, forced to hide behind security personnel for every outing. Most vivid of them all was the day his beloved niece, Lysandra, who frequently sought solace in his company and residence due to a family tragedy months earlier, confided in him her fear of walking to and from finishing school, expressing a heartfelt desire to be driven instead. Of course, he had told her. Nevermind that it was terribly out of his way to work; that he would need to sacrifice an hour of sleep; that he would probably earn the ire of his superior again; she was of Enyra's blood, and that meant all the world to him. At first, admittedly, no one knew what to make of the attacks—after all, there were a slew of far more imposing Tairas baked into the hierarchy of Floramante that could have stirred such a hornet's nest. It was only after the break-in of his mother's manor that they were given a tip-off: the winged coin sigil of the Ministry of Finance, painstakingly burned into the mahogany of her parlor table.

Gods, what a true shambles it all was. No longer afforded the luxury of inconspicuousness, amid all the anger, the pointed fingers and occasional pat of support, Zenrias could hardly hear himself think. Tugged, pinched, pushed incessantly to drop the shovel he and elements from the Ministry of Justice had been digging with.

I suppose, he thought bitterly, that was your plan all along, wasn't it?

Gaze fixated intently on the woman before him, every now and then since his first lucid waking moments, the young agent had to remind himself that he was no longer chasing shadows; the predator that had preyed upon his family, his clients and his work all these years was finally before him, in the flesh. For so long, he had been uncovering a criminal regime's rotting carcass layer by painstaking layer; starting with the flies, then the frogs, then the snakes, and then—just as the crocodiles of consequence were closing in and his resolve was finally wavering—it was a simple scrap of paper that had led him here.

Zenrias closed his eyes as Emilia's hand left his shoulder. For a brief moment, details of that fateful day filled his mind; the scent of spring blossoms in the air, children's laughter in the breeze, the glint of the community park in the sun. Lysandra's sweet, breathless face appearing before him and his book, casting a nervous eye to the Ministry guards surrounding him before pressing it into his palm. A single strip of paper given to her by a girl no older than she was, written by a mother desperate for his help.

Zenrias opened his eyes, a renewed sense of resolve coursing through his veins. With a discerning look, he replied, "I understand the urgency, Mrs. Visconti. Escaping this nightmare is a priority. However, let's not mistake practicality for grandiosity. I'm well aware of the need for haste, but sincerity now may help us navigate what lies ahead."

Drifting into thought, he paused to choose his words carefully. "Within this... this new Mogul reality we find ourselves in, we have an opportunity to build an understanding. One that could—" he added with meaningful pause, "—mean a better chance to reunite with our loved ones again... don't you think?"

─── ⋆⋅ 𓇢𓆸 ⋅⋆ ───​

TAGS ⪼ INTERACTIONS : Emilia ( TheRealAngeloftheStorm )

TAGS ⪼ MENTIONS : N/A

 

[Slav]

Chris

Christoph Henkel

Money....

As if their collective thoughts summoned it, the door opened to the sight of their saviors. Christoph wasn’t expecting an entrance like that to occur so soon. His expectation was that this place was going to be his demise but fate had other plans that day. His cellmates took no time in following them but Christoph had other plans.

The soldiers in the prison had left a path of destruction and a few bodies were lying about in the halls. While Christoph didn’t want to fall too far behind, he couldn’t pass up the chance to steal some belongings. A dead body can’t say no. Anything he could easily grab, he did. He was able to grab a few items of jewelry. One specific body had a necklace that contained a trinket with a photo of their family. ”I’m sure your family won’t mind.” He grabbed the necklace, disposing of the small photo that was encased inside. Nothing was off limits for him.

With the group being in a rush, it didn’t take long for Christoph to finally see the light of day as he finally made it out of the prison. He wished he could have been happy, but he left a lot of loot behind. His pockets were only half full and the prospect that he might not be able to collect more loot in the near future made him hanker for more. In his looting craze, he had tuned out the outside world and was slowly noticing what situation they were actually in.

Everybody was being ushered to a boat and while they were supposedly being saved, Christoph wasn’t somebody who was going to follow along with the herd. How was he supposed to know he wasn’t going to death that may end up worse than a bullet? He certainly didn’t like the position he was thrust into.

Suddenly, any & all potential plans of escape were dashed away in an instant as Christoph felt an ever so familiar tug at his arms that began dragging him towards the escape route. “Oh no you don’t Chris, we didn’t just go through hell just for you to slink away, AND WITHOUT ME NO LESS YOU RAT!” Carina ( Servant ) scolded her partner, knowing all too well what he was thinking about.

Christoph immediately recognized Carina, her rambunctious attitude already getting on his nerves.”I'm surprised you didn’t already tunnel out, I guess fate ended up saving us both.” While Chrisoph wasn’t one for being dragged, he knew better than to say no to Carina. He also knew when something was wrong by the blood soaked sleeve she had. Blood wasn’t a fashion statement so he knew that she didn’t get out unscathed. ”I should be the one dragging you with that wound you have. Why don’t you slow down and wrap yourself with something.”

Hearing his response, Carina’s healthy hand instinctively reached over to grasp at her wound, feeling a sharp pain running down her entire arm as it made contact. Everything had gone by so fast, the sudden escape attempt, the death of the guard, Lilia saving her from a stray shot, the sudden pain of her wound, the adrenaline she felt as they all escaped, the joy and subsequent rage of seeing Chris. At that moment, Carina had almost forgotten she was bleeding. “Agh, you’re right…but that can wait, right now we need to get to the boats, reinforcements could be on us any second now.” But before she continued to usher her childhood friend, Carina suddenly paused for a moment. Images of the dead female guard flashed through her mind, sending a cold shiver down her spine. She turned back to face Chris and leaned over to whisper to him: “I don’t trust them either.” Carina then moved away from her partner and resumed her task of dragging him to the boats. Whatever they were walking into, surely it couldn’t be as bad as what they had just gone through. “And by the way, I saw you fidgeting with your left pocket. Throw whatever you stole into the ocean, now.”

Chris couldn’t help but let out a sigh. It wasn’t really stealing if they were dead. It could have been worse though, she could have known about the loot in his other pocket. ”Fine.” He reached into his pocket, grabbing the collection of personal items and tossed it into the water. He wasn’t happy about it but as long as he walked away with something he still considered it a win.

Code By Nano

 

[Britt-21]

Megilagor

Cherie was a bit confused as Shoku removed her arms from around his body and instead picked her up like a child asking to be picked up by a parent. Blinking in confusion for just a moment, the girl noticed he was just making it easier to latch onto him and she immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him like a sloth to it's mother. Or perhaps a Panda to bamboo... With legs wrapped around him and arms locked tight (without strangling him of course), she remained in place while he began to walk. "How can I not cry, Sho? I was so worried in that cell...Worried about if that fuzzy feeling would disappear at any given moment. At any minute, any second..." She buried part of her face into her arm as she continued to speak to answer him "I'm okay...No injuries... Just in surprise how we were saved like this." Though she wouldn't tell him about what that guard said to the group in the cell with her. They weren't filth but this man was surely convinced they were and could not see their humanity. They were humans just with...Extra steps.

"My friends should be okay...Surely reuniting with their partners much like everyone else." Pulling her face from her arm, she began to look around and notice that many were being guided into the thin lining of the forest and of course Cherie had to point that out "I'm sure these guys aren't done saving us. Everyone is going towards the woods." Now that the Mogul had been paired up with one another, there was no doubt in her mind that if these guys tried anything that could hurt them the partners could blow them to high hell. While the pair continued to talk for a little bit, she began to see the boats come to view and multiple people already loading on to get the hell out. There had already been one boat that was filled and taking off towards the next destination. Looking between the boats and Shoku, Cher spoke "They waste no time in getting out of here...Though it's to be expected since they had literally blown this place up and no doubt that can't go unnoticed in the night." While it was fun holding onto Shoku like he was her lifeline, she knew that she couldn't be held the entire time.

Wriggling out of his grasp, she released his neck while releasing his body and landed on the grass beneath her. In her mind, she wondered where they were gonna be taken. Were they gonna be used as weapons? Were they going to be set free? Cherie had no idea but hoped it was nothing like this. Being constantly on edge if her partner was going to be gone any second was a feeling that she refused to feel ever again. That may have caused a few grays on her pretty little head. Rubbing her eyes and wiping the tears away, she grabbed Shoku's hand and began to lead the way towards the boats "We don't wanna be left behind. Lets go!" Looking over her shoulder at him, she offered him a warm smile as she gently began to tug him along. No man left behind! No Sho-Sho left behind.
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[MangoGoGo]

謙​

Damien

location

Prison/ Outside of Prison

tags

AriAriAbabwa

Damien struggled to focus on her words as she kept a firm grip on his head, mercilessly dragging her knuckles along his head. "I understand your excitement, but seriously—Ow! Can you let go now?" he protested, enduring the playful torture a bit longer until she finally released him, not out of willingness but necessity. Stepping back, he rubbed his sore scalp, observing his partner. Her shoulders heaved with rapid breaths, and her face was split by a grin so wide it could only belong to someone who had just dodged a bullet—or in their case, escaped from prison. For a second, irritation flickered in Damien's eyes, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared. He noticed the tears brimming in Lily's eyes, contradicting the joyous smile she wore. Lily wasn’t one to show emotion like that. She was always with some kind of sarcastic smile on her face so seeing her in such rare emotion was…well rare. It was a smile of relief, of survival against impossible odds. "I was there," Damien finally said, his voice softening into a sigh, a mirror of her smile spreading across his face. "And you're right, it was fucking cool."

Damien subtly shifted his attention, pretending to be distracted to grant Lily a moment of privacy. He knew she didn’t like looking vulnerable. While also surveying their surroundings. His gaze swept over the other prisoners, a mix of familiar and unfamiliar faces, each experiencing emotional reunions with their companions. They were being guided away by the same armored figures who had orchestrated their rescue. Observing the interactions between these enigmatic rescuers and the other Moguls, Damien pondered their next move, “looks like this isn’t over yet,” Damien spoke before he looked over his shoulder at Lily, “you ready?”

Damien walked beside Lilith keeping an eye on the mysterious armored army just in case they tried something funny, but his cautiousness went away when he noticed more Mogul’s being ushered into boats. He even noticed some rushing towards the boat to put as much distance between them and the destroyed prison.

code by @Nano

 

[leviohsa]

Roxanne Durnam
Location: Outside, heading towards the boats
Mentions: Isadora Seraphine ​

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So many confusing emotions ran through Roxanne's mind, whose pale skin rose in the chill of the night. However, one thought overrode anything else she may have felt.

Where is her mother?

In the sea of Moguls reuniting with their other halves, pale blue eyes welled up with unshed tears. She could sense that her cowardly mother was still alive, but Roxanne hadn't the slightest idea as to where. With her track record, she wondered if her mother stayed behind in the building, too fearful to leave?

The blonde shook her head at the thought. No, Isadora Durnam would never stay knowing her daughter was alive. According to the mysterious saviors, it would be a death sentence to stay behind anyhow.

As more time passed, her tears couldn't be held back anymore. Her body hurt, bruises still sore from the beating she received from her father and his guards. Things weren't supposed to end up this way.

"Mom! Mom, are you here?!" Her voice boomed over the crowd, although not nearly as loud as it could have. "Please, mom! I'm sorry! This is all my fault, mother! I'll.. I'll make it right!" Wide eyes desperately searched the crowd, moving nearer towards the boats in hopes that she's already there, saving her a seat. Would she forgive her?

Fear sunk its heavy weight deep in her stomach, her body heavy with dread at the thought of her mother's reaction. Her own foolishness nearly got the both of them executed like animals. The thought made her grimace, but she persisted.

Looking around at unfamiliar faces, she frantically spoke up, "Has anyone met an Isadora Durnam? A woman wearing a hooded cloak?" Her rapid-fire questions were only responded to with faces of confusion, or disinterest.

She couldn't blame them, especially when they were all in the midst of a chaotic mass of reunions and escape. However, her sympathy couldn't rid her of the feeling of unease, her mind full of questions and memories of a night she wished to forget.

 

[Seraphine]

ISADORA DURNAM

LOCATION : THE BOATS' BEACHED POINT

INTERACTIONS : Roxanne ( leviohsa ), Liên Xuân ( Mineczka )

Flames danced. Hungry tongues licked at the once-secure walls, wagging jeeringly at a desperate mother and her motley group of Mogul cellmates scrambling toward their once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to safety. The scent of smoke and desperation hung heavy in the air as they navigated the twisting passages, the shared pulse of fear and determination pumping through each vein. Each breath was ragged in coughs and each heart pounded in sync with the destruction behind them.

As they navigated the labyrinthine passages, the group encountered an unforeseen obstacle—a bottleneck formed by debris, narrowing the escape route. Panic clawed at their collective resolve as realization dawned that the bottleneck became a vulnerable chokepoint.

Isadora, calculating and instinctively self-preserving, positioned herself at the rear. As her fellow escapees squeezed through the narrowing passage, the air thickened with tension. Then, a piercing shriek announced the imminent arrival of guards from the opposite end, turning the bottleneck into a perilous trap.

In those fleeting moments, Isadora's heart raced with a surge of calculated cowardice. Slowing down at the crucial juncture meant the first few at the front would unwittingly become shields, distractions for the guards scrambling to intercept the escape. Flames flickered at the edges of her vision, painting a sinister backdrop to her deceitful stratagem.

The group, now desperately backpedaling to evade the approaching guards, looked to Isadora for that final pull of the hand, but found none. Her eyes reflected not just fear, but a darker undercurrent of betrayal. In the final moment, as her comrades grappled with the narrowing passage, Isadora succumbed to the shadows of her own fears. She turned away, running from the chaos, leaving her fellow inmates to face the encroaching threat alone.

She didn't look back as the passage spewed her into the main foyer and out into flickering twilight beyond the prison walls. Her mind echoed with the desperate cries of those she had left behind, but she drowned them out with the pounding of her own heartbeat. The cold air outside tasted of liberation, yet it carried the weight of her betrayal.

Isadora's thoughts raced, each heartbeat a frantic plea for forgiveness that she couldn't voice. The flames flickered like accusing eyes, casting judgment upon her.

Roxanne, forgive me. I did it for you. The mantra, whispered in the recesses of her conscience, sought solace in a justification that felt increasingly feeble. The open expanse around her mirrored the vast chasm that now yawned between mother and daughter.

Frantically, Isadora scanned the night, her senses heightened by desperation. The landscape seemed to stretch endlessly, a reflection of the vast uncertainty that awaited her and, by extension, Roxanne. She yearned to find a refuge, a place where she could devise a plan to reunite with her daughter, to somehow atone for the betrayal she had just committed.

But the night offered no easy answers. Fear coiled around her, a persistent companion that whispered doubts and recriminations. The burden of her actions weighed heavily on her shoulders, and with each step away from the prison's ruins, the shadows of remorse clung tighter.

As she neared the crest of the hill, the distant sounds of the escaping prisoners mingled with the rustle of leaves and the distant lap of water against the boats. The night seemed to hold its breath, awaiting the resolution of the choices she had made.

Roxanne's image, framed by the warmth of memories, flickered before Isadora's eyes. The fleeting joy they had shared, the laughter that once echoed in their secluded haven—all now tainted by the stain of one singular mistake, a mistake she had let Roxanne make.

Roxanne. The name echoed in Isadora's mind, a haunting refrain that spurred her onward. She called out into the night, her voice carrying the weight of desperation and a determination to right the wrongs she had committed.

"Roxanne!" The name sliced through the darkness, a fervent plea that hung in the air like a prayer. The sound of her daughter's name became both a beacon and a burden, guiding her steps while reminding her of the tangled web of love and betrayal that bound them.

"Roxanne!" Isadora called out once more, her voice now a mixture of relief and urgency. As she rounded the hill's summit, the sight of her daughter emerged from the shadows. Gathering her singed dress around her, Isadora was a violet blur across the silver sand, her arms a vice-like blanket around her daughter.

Yet, in that pivotal moment, anger surged within Isadora—a visceral reaction to the realization that it was Roxanne's reckless actions that had set the course leading to the prison escape. Frustration welled up, a tempest within her that sought release.

"You put us in that prison, Roxanne!" Isadora's words, sharp and tinged with both anger and hurt, cut through the night. Her gaze locked with Roxanne's, and for a moment, silence hung in the air as her anger flickered like a dying ember. Isadora drew a deep breath, summoning a resolve that transcended the tumult of emotions. "We'll get out of here, Roxanne. Together. And we'll find a new sanctuary—a place where we can start anew."

The whispered vow, more desperate plea than promise, reverberated in the empty expanse. The night, an indifferent witness to her turmoil, offered no absolution, only the daunting path ahead—an uncertain journey fueled by the hope and the desperate desire to mend what her daughter had broken.

All of a sudden, the voice of a highborn lady's eloquent announcement of Châu Bí and the Diamond Bazaar as a safe refuge for those seeking sanctuary resonated through the air.

"Don't listen to that drivel, Roxanne. We're getting out of here," Isadora voiced her cowardly cynicism, her words aimed at shielding her daughter from the allure of false hope. Her gaze lingered on Roxanne, a silent assurance that their escape plan held more tangible promises than the uncertain sanctuary painted by the noblewoman.

Allowing a moment for her words to linger, Isadora shifted her attention to the massing group of people. Soldiers and Moguls alike formed a diverse gathering, each with their own motives and fears. She turned to Roxanne once more, her voice a whisper above the crowd's susurrus.

"Stay close, Roxanne. Trust in what we know—our own path to safety," Isadora murmured, her eyes fixed on the silver-haired Sazzorran noblewoman. The tumultuous sea of faces, some determined fighters and others uncertain of their abilities, didn't sway her from the singular goal of securing Roxanne's safety.

TEMPLATE © BOKEH​

 

[TheRealAngeloftheStorm]

EMILIA VISCONTI

The Vindictive Vandal

TAGS | Seraphine

It is a vicious, violent grin that splits her face in half. Reunite. Understanding. He must know what kind of horseshit’s streaming from his mouth. A lily-livered worm. He doesn’t want to fight, even as Emilia watches everything she’s done flash in his eyes. Every dagger in the dark, every loaded gun, every closed casket - forgiven. The epitome of cowardice, not choosing to right wrongs. All the pain she’d inflicted on him and his family, and he wants a farce, a facsimile of peace between the two of them.

For what reason? To make himself feel better about it? That he’d one-upped her by being the bigger man? Emilia expected nothing less from a self-righteous aristocrat; a man who mythologized himself in his own eyes to sculpt his own image into something that he found palatable. Something worthy to look into the mirror and pretend that he wasn’t a shambling mockery of the living.

But this is a game. It’s not in her favor at the moment, damn him. So she smiles.

“Yes,” she breathes, “reunite with our loved ones.” Her mind strays to thoughts of silver ribbons and molten gold, of argent locks and jade orbs. She pushes the thoughts away. Emilia’s stomach churns. “ But let me ask you this, Mr. Taira - do you truly understand?”

Emilia jerks a thumb behind her, a sea of Moguls hugging and crying. The fires of their newest crucible burn like a candle in defiance against the twilight, a flame that flickers and sputters as their saviors visit vengeance on their former captors.

She stepped closer, driving a dirty nail into his chest. “Our,” Emilia has to force herself to not spit out the word like the curse that it is, “newfound status as Moguls changes everything. Do you really think that your friends in the Ministry of Finance are going to let you into the country with open arms and a pat on the back? No. You are the enemy. Decades of Noniellian propaganda have transformed and warped everything that we are. Any heartfelt reunion with our loved ones is doomed to failure.”

Legally, that is. But she doubts a man like Zenrias has entertained such thoughts like shooting his own friends. Why, she thinks that he would hesitate, being the upstanding Taira bastard that he is. Struggle is foreign to him, pain muted by status. Maybe a heartfelt plea to stand down, an appeal to burned bridges before his former friends in the Ministry gun him down for being a filthy Mogul, just like what the government parrots.

Emilia can only imagine the kind of disaster that Zenrias is inviting her to. These is the actions of a desperate man. He is trying to scrabble for stronger footing in the wake of this event. Zenrias needs reassurance that she won’t gut him like a pig the moment he lets his guard down. Emilia isn’t feeling particularly reassured herself.

She steps back, emerald eyes meeting Zenrias’ own. “That is what awaits us. Struggle. And diminished as I am in the eyes of my father, even a way in through expedited routes will be fraught with danger. This proposal is built on a foundation of sand. You cannot provide me with the means I seek to see my wife and child again.”

Maybe if he had the backing of the Ministry, Emilia would’ve considered it. His desire to forgive, much like his wife’s charity, could be easily bent to serve her whims. But he was Mogul, same as her. Any power he had in the halls vanished the moment they clapped irons on him. Her hand aches with the memory, and Emilia’s fingers glide over the skin, feeling the missing pinch of her brass knuckles against pale flesh. It’s a reminder for both of them. Of what she did. Of what she can still do, a promise given with a kiss of brass and sealed with blood.

Amadeo avoided the subject of her wife and child. The Visconti patriarch was less than enthused about her high profile marriage with Atana, but the resulting child had intrigued him. Certainly better than Erin’s bastard children from three different fathers - something he saw as stains on the honor of the family, even as she strove to treat her sister’s bastards as her nephews and nieces.

The joy of being a grandfather had changed him. But not for the better. Oh, he played with little Calas and kept up the act of the jovial, soiling grandfather, but Emilia could see it in his eyes; a man who saw in his granddaughter the means for the Visconti family to reach new heights, long after he shuffled off this mortal coil.

They’re alive. Emilia’s sure of it. She ignores the doubt in the shadowed recesses of her consciousness that gnaws at her like a cancer. They have to be.

So she straightens, the lie on her tongue coiled around it like a snake ready to strike.. “But if you wish to begin anew, free of our previous obligations, then perhaps I can oblige.”

 

[Britt-21]

Saturday Evening - 9:45pm - Noniel Execution Facility - Outside - North East corner of the map - Loading the boats and beyond

While the Facility went up in a blaze of glory, many of the Agents ushered the Mogul to get their asses to the boats otherwise they'd be left here to be picked off by whoever comes in as reinforcements. Lucky for them, the Mogul began to pile into the boat and while other boats were leaving the shore, theirs still remained while they finished loading. "Get a fuckin' move on! You're gonna get us killed if you move at a snails place you Maggots!" Shouted one of the agents and finally once loaded the boat took off and the cool wind of the night began to start whipping any hair and clothes about. No doubt causing some disheveled looks among the people after the ride later on. The father they got from the coast, the more that the group could see the facility collapsing and smoke rising into the air. Had it not been for these people that suddenly rescued all of the Mogul from this situation, they would have met a far worse fate. Now they were free...To some degree. It was up to them if they wanted to stick with the group or part once they hit land once again. What the group did not know (Aside from the agents of course), was that they were going to hit the coast of Yamor to meet with a bunch of others to transport via land to get to their destination which was a long journey. Especially if they had to avoid guards and more.

Spoiler: boat

without all the shit on it but hey maybe its there who knows

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For those who are still with us, this gives us an idea of if you are staying within this rp or going your own way. If you choose to go your own way, you are indicating that you will be leaving the rp. If you choose to stay then you continue onward. While this rp does have a guided system, if you go on your own there's not much that we're going to do because we're working on the group as a whole. Yes you will have wiggle room but nothing like if it was a full sandbox system.

The Elder @shadowz1995 Kyuubey Mineczka Phayne @-ferret- 0stinato Slav Megilagor AriAriAbabwa MangoGoGo @Human Instrumentality Benadryl Plankton Servant Key of Stars leviohsa Seraphine SilverFeathers TheRealAngeloftheStorm


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As the land grew smaller and smaller the further they got, there were men holding onto part of the boat to keep them stable while mist came and hit those upon the boat. Yeah it sucked to not have cover but this was the only way to get everyone out without being tracked accurately. Even with all the technology, these guys managed to go under the radar and pull this stunt off without issue. One of the agents that seemed slightly different from the rest had stepped out to where most of the mogul had been sitting on the boat and she looked at all the different faces and ages. It was surprising really, the age gaps were so broad. "Listen up!" The voice came from the suit, while the voice had been distorted, she touched something upon her mask and twisted to adjust the voice to sound more clearer over the motor of the boat, the waves, and whatever the hell else made noise. "I'm Captain Juna, the leader of this group that you see on this boat." Her head rotated as if she was gazing over the Mogul "I know you're confused, maybe frustrated, or purely full of revenge to get back at those guys." Juna paused for a moment and continued "Be damn near happy your partners are still alive and you're out of that shit hole they call a facility. If you lost a partner, I'm sorry we didn't get to them sooner. But this shit takes time." Mounting her weapon upon her back, she crossed her arms.

"While you don't know us, don't trust us, and the like. We can assure you we are not the enemy. The enemy is Noniel, that forsaken man who calls himself a king." The woman scoffed "We're going to get you guys to a safe place where you can regroup, recoup, and if you'd like: Sharpen yourselves to fight back." While she herself absolutely wanted to get back at the King, she knew it required time, patience, and more. Most of these people were kids with some adults sprinkled in so of course if they never had combat experience that was going to be a challenge in itself. An audible sigh escaped her lips and shifted her hands to her hips "Right now we aren't at peace. We need to get to land and get as much distance as possible from everyone and everything. So I suppose you can enjoy yourselves for the time being. It's going to be a long ass night."

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[leviohsa]

Roxanne Durnam
Location: Outside, heading towards the boats
Interaction(s): Isadora Seraphine ​

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"You put us in the prison, Roxanne!"

Betrayal, shame, frustration, and an overwhelming sense of relief. The compounded emotions left the blonde only able to laugh, tears falling down her face unabashedly as she wrapped her arms around her mother in a tight embrace. The young woman was used to her mother's cowardly rambles. Her persistence to only trust themselves and no one else.

It was what stilled her combative thoughts for a while, what stopped her from snapping at her mother for placing all the blame on her. What is a daughter supposed to do when she meets her father for the first time? Apparently, Roxanne chose the only wrong answer.

The following events felt like a blur, her hand holding onto her mother's as they somehow ended up on the boat with the rest of the Moguls. Blue eyes observed the others in wonder, taking in the surroundings of such a different environment. Eventually, one of the heroes who helped everyone escape began to speak, and she held all of Roxanne's attention.

"...We can assure you we are not the enemy. The enemy is Noniel, that forsaken man who calls himself a king." Despite the rough delivery of this soldier's speech, Roxanne couldn't help the grin that lifted her features, her eyes lighting up to reveal her youth.

"Mama, she sounds just like the heroes in the stories auntie gave me!" She whispered excitably, nudging her less than thrilled mother, "This is our chance! We can make things right." Her pale, soft hand squeezed her mother's own calloused one.

Roxanne knew her mother only wanted to find peace in solitude like before. But, whether she accepted it or not, Roxanne could not go back. Not after knowing that they have family. Family who loves them both, and could help them get back at this tyrannical government for making life miserable for themselves and, clearly, so many others.

 

[Phayne]

The Cynic

Ciaran Kilbane

Soundless, Windowless Cell.

Time was no ally, not for Ciaran at least who seemingly grew ever more sceptical as the minutes continued to tick by, his concerns growing with every passing moment as he watched countless partners re-unite with one another one after the other. Yet despite their joyous relief as seeing each other alive; it was not enough to distract from the secluded few that seemed to languish in despair; their life and their soul sucked away as the realization hit them.

Not everyone could be saved and not everyone deserved to be saved. That was a mere fact and undoubtedly an acceptable cost that these 'would be saviours' were willing to accept given how much they had seemingly invested in this rescue mission already.

Tearing his gaze away from those that had realized the unfortunate fate of their partners, Ciaran would glance at several of these masked 'heros', looking for somewhat that seemed to be in charge, if only to question them about the whereabouts of Rinnosuke, if he was still among another rescue party... or...

Ciaran would falter in his movements towards a group of soldiers, his body turning reactively towards his right, the weight on his soul almost eradicated as he heard his name; the familiar voice of Rinnosuke piercing through the sound of chaos and the chorus of bullets that resonated from the direction of the slaughterhouse.

"Rin.. thank god... " mumbled Ciaran, stopping in his tracks as he watched his red head brother approach. While Rin was obviously the more expressive in his joy at their reunion, Ciaran's own subdued relief was just as abundant; despite his lack of openly expressing himself.

"Yeah yeah..." grumbled Ciaran, clasping the knife he had been handed. "... don't let it get to your head" he continued, turning to face the others. There was a sudden increase in urgency as the soldiers begun to take action; ushering the rescued onto boats. While Ciaran was thankful that they had rescued everyone and were destroying the facility, he didn't yet trust them nor their unknown motives.

"I don't trust them" whispered Ciaran, leaning in towards Rin as he embraced him in a brotherly hug, mimicking the embrace that several other partners had done, if only to not drawn attention to themselves "... but I guess we don't have a choice but to follow them..." he added, releasing the embrace. "Maybe your optimism might prove useful again... " he added, his eyes now entranced by the burning glory behind them; yet more symbolic of the fire of vengeance that he sought to bring upon those that had treated them like caged beasts.

"The sooner we get away from this place the better..."

The Elder

Code by Serobliss

 

[SilverFeathers]

Lilia Canteru | Passive

Location: Noniel Execution Facility - At Sea
Tags: Mineczka Key of Stars 0stinato

Just before boarding, the voice of a noblewoman caught her ears. With silver hair and striking emerald eyes, she spoke proficiently of terms rather foreign, considering Lilia had only ever really experienced two kingdoms in her lifetime. She advertised a way out, towards the distant Western Continent. But she wondered if any of them would even be able to traverse to that Sazzoran city safely.

Musing thoughtfully, she quickly felt a headache coming on. Perhaps it was a bit much to try and ponder such a detailed path forward right now. Overly tired and relieved, she brushed the thought aside as she boarded. Knowing Lumian, he certainly wouldn't choose the 'safe route' path regardless.

And she would always follow.

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The wind was merciless as they rode the sea. Lilia felt it fortunate her hair was still messily tied in a bun, if dishevelled, though that didn't stop her from hiding and seeking shelter in Lumian's embrace.

Captain Juna. A name to remember. As their leader and saviour, she didn't say anything too unexpected but a latter sentence of hers did prick her heart.

The fallen... like Nina, gone just one day too soon.

Lilia found it hard to click deeply with people, or have people to truly call a 'friend'. But that girl had wormed her way into her heart so quickly, being the first to show her disparaged self kindness after she was thrown into prison. She would've loved to see that bubbly ray of sunshine out here with her, reunited with her dear brother... what did she say he looked like again? It was just one of their many conversations in that lonely cell with little else to do, so she couldn't quite recall at this moment.

However, as her gaze drifted through the crowd she somehow saw her face, almost like a mirage. Except this mogul had eyes the colour of the sea, unruly and tumbling dark hair, with his features littered with piercings. He gave off an air of rebellion, with a lackadaisical attitude, smoking and chatting idly with one of the soldiers without any sign of tension. He was nothing like her, and yet somehow, Lilia felt she could see Nina through him.

The sight of him quickly made her recall Nina's words. Blue eyes. Scruffy black hair. Piercings galore. Her heart paused for a moment at the revelation, moving without thinking as she walked over and grabbed the stranger's sleeve, clinging onto the hopeless memory of a friend just barely gone too soon.

"Nina..." She began without thinking, before recollecting herself in surprise and quickly retreating a step. "Ah... excuse me, sorry. I just wanted to ask if you might've known someone by the name? Nina... Nina Reinham?" Her inquiry was soft and unsure, somewhat difficult to make out amidst the cacophony of chatter atop the overcrowded boat. Nina had only spoken of her surname once, on their first meeting, and Lilia couldn't be certain if she was recalling correctly.

Amidst her pondering, she couldn't help but stare deeply at the stranger's face. At this distance, even if they gave off completely different auras, she could see it. From the bridge of the nose to the arc of his eyes, the similarity in their facial features was subtle, but to Lilia right now, it seemed clear as day. Or perhaps she was just delusional. Either way... she'd deal with the outcome of this potentially embarrassing conversation as it came.

Perhaps it was a form of self-torture, but she didn't want to forget Nina. And so she burned the last little memories she had of her deep into her brain.

 

[Key of Stars]

Lumian Isca
Location: At sea
Mentions: SilverFeathers leviohsa The Elder Britt-21​

After they'd managed to borrow some supplies Lumian spent a little while carefully treating the wound on Lilia's cheek, making their way to the boat waiting for them when he finished. He knew enough of the world to take a rough guess at where they would be going next and he wasn't exactly happy about it. Places like Yamor weren't really his thing, he much preferred somewhat warmer climates. Either way, he wasn't going to complain.

He leaned against the railing of the ship as the coast of Noniel disappeared from view, one arm wrapped around Lilia to shield her from the wind. He quietly listened to their so called captain's speech. Barely holding back a scoff as one of the other mogul enthusiastically remarked that their captain sounded like a hero. A hero, yea right, wouldn't that be wonderful? Perhaps this woman calling herself Yuna was a hero, perhaps she really had saved them just because she didn't want to see more people die. But this was the real world, and their dear 'hero' had likely only had one thing on her mind when she saved them, their power.

"Lil..." He gently nudged her, she would understand his intention, she always did. "Finestra dell'inferno..." Violet flames roared to life as he rose to meet the captain, sweeping over his face and arms to burn away the dried blood before disappearing again, reappearing as small embers dancing on the open palm of his right hand. Lumian pushed a flame tinged lock of hair out of his face, meeting the captain's eyes.

"You saved our lives, allow me to properly thank you for that." He pressed his left hand against his chest and dipped into a small bow, like he'd learned from his father. "I- We..." He gestured to Lilia. "Will fight, but let me make one thing clear-" He toyed with the flames in his right hand instinctively. "We will work with you, but we will not be working for you. And if you want to help me sharpen myself, well, you better assign me someone heat-proof." He added with a grin that bordered on the maniacal, snuffing the flames in his palm by clenching his fist.

"The government thinks we're monsters, less than human, not worthy of life. Well, I say we show them what happens when you piss off a group of monsters. Slaughter every last one those government pieces of shit. Let them experience what it is like to lose those most important to you. See how they feel when their precious estate turns into nothing more than a few piles of rubble and their assets go up in smoke." He ignited the violet fire on his palm one final time before clapping his hands to snuff the flames and dispel his power.

Lilia had moved to another spot, busy talking to another mogul. Lumian shrugged, turning on his heel and sitting down next to an orange-haired man.

 

[MangoGoGo]

謙

Damien

location

Out on Sea

tags

AriAriAbabwa Britt-21 Megilagor

Damien's gaze remained fixed on the shoreline, the boat carrying them further away from the nightmarish, dank cell where a death sentence loomed. The unknown future ahead was both uncertain. He would have continued to peer out into the vast expanse of water, lost in thought, if it weren't for a sudden voice that captured his attention. This agent stood out from the others, commanding the room's attention before she began to speak. Damien soon learned that she was Captain Juna, the leader of this group of agents.

Her speech followed the expected lines, assuring them that they were not the enemy and promising safety and sanctuary. But it was the unexpected call to arms, the rallying cry to fight back against the tyrannical king, that took Damien by surprise.

Fight? He and Lilith were just college freshmen, barely out of their teens. How could they possibly become soldiers and challenge a king and his formidable army? Although they had endured grave injustices, the idea of making a difference on such a grand scale felt overwhelming. Damien glanced at Lilith, hoping to find the same doubt in her eyes, but instead, he saw nothing but excitement. "Of course," he says with a sigh.

As the captain's speech concluded, the boat gradually returned to the murmur of conversations among Moguls and their partners. Captain Juna's words continued to echo in Damien's mind, weighing heavily on his thoughts. The options seemed clear: find a safe refuge or embrace training and fight back. Lilith, coming from a privileged background, might have connections to secure her safety, but Damien had no such advantage. Returning to his family was not a viable choice, leaving him with a difficult decision to make.

His gaze fell on a familiar face, one of his cellmates from the prison with his partner talking among themselves. Damine wasn’t sure why but he decided to approach this man even though he probably didn’t leave the best impression or an impression at all. He took a couple steps before stopping himself and grabs Lillith’s wrist, “Hey Lily, come with me,“ Damien says, “If I leave you alone you’ll probably tell someone some weird story about your favorite sex bush or something.” Before she had a chance to refuse he dragged her with him

A few steps later he was standing in front of this man and his partner, “Uh, h-hey.” Damien says awkwardly rubbing the nape of his neck, “Um, I don’t think I ever introduced myself while we were locked together,” he paused for a moment before adding, “Um, my name is Damien and this is Lily.” He points at Lily who was standing next to him. There was a moment of awkward silence, “so,” he started, “pretty crazy how we are being offered to join this army huh, pretty weird…” he let out a chuckle not because he thought what he said was funny but to hide just how painful this was.

code by @Nano

Spoiler: Codeless

Damien's gaze remained fixed on the shoreline, the boat carrying them further away from the nightmarish, dank cell where a death sentence loomed. The unknown future ahead was both uncertain. He would have continued to peer out into the vast expanse of water, lost in thought, if it weren't for a sudden voice that captured his attention. This agent stood out from the others, commanding the room's attention before she began to speak. Damien soon learned that she was Captain Juna, the leader of this group of agents.

Her speech followed the expected lines, assuring them that they were not the enemy and promising safety and sanctuary. But it was the unexpected call to arms, the rallying cry to fight back against the tyrannical king, that took Damien by surprise.

Fight? He and Lilith were just college freshmen, barely out of their teens. How could they possibly become soldiers and challenge a king and his formidable army? Although they had endured grave injustices, the idea of making a difference on such a grand scale felt overwhelming. Damien glanced at Lilith, hoping to find the same doubt in her eyes, but instead, he saw nothing but excitement. "Of course," he says with a sigh.

As the captain's speech concluded, the boat gradually returned to the murmur of conversations among Moguls and their partners. Captain Juna's words continued to echo in Damien's mind, weighing heavily on his thoughts. The options seemed clear: find a safe refuge or embrace training and fight back. Lilith, coming from a privileged background, might have connections to secure her safety, but Damien had no such advantage. Returning to his family was not a viable choice, leaving him with a difficult decision to make.

His gaze fell on a familiar face, one of his cellmates from the prison with his partner talking among themselves. Damine wasn’t sure why but he decided to approach this man even though he probably didn’t leave the best impression or an impression at all. He took a couple steps before stopping himself and grabs Lillith’s wrist, “Hey Lily, come with me,“ Damien says, “If I leave you alone you’ll probably tell someone some weird story about your favorite sex bush or something.” Before she had a chance to refuse he dragged her with him

A few steps later he was standing in front of this man and his partner, “Uh, h-hey.” Damien says awkwardly rubbing the nape of his neck, “Um, I don’t think I ever introduced myself while we were locked together,” he paused for a moment before adding, “Um, my name is Damien and this is Lily.” He points at Lily who was standing next to him. There was a moment of awkward silence, “so,” he started, “pretty crazy how we are being offered to join this army huh, pretty weird…” he let out a chuckle not because he thought what he said was funny but to hide just how painful this was.

 

[AriAriAbabwa]

❝ Lilith Svanenhielm. ❞

【mood】— IM ON A BOAT

【location】— IM ON A BOAT

【tags】— MangoGoGo Britt-21 Megilagor .

Lilith at the same thing as her partner.

"Ready as I'll ever be, even if the boat crashes and we all get lost at sea for nothing!" She ran off first, not once turning to the destroyed prison. There was no future in looking back, she believed, and wasted no time in boarding.

Her Yamor lineage would be proud! Escaping on the open seas like her ancestors before! Leaving undesirable places in ruin and making off with all that was valuable! Said valuables being the Moguls, and barring the fact that she was among the ones rescued. Speaking of her rescuers...

Lilith watched Captain Juna in awe. She didn't notice Damien's doubtful glance as her imagination already let loose. "You mean I get to be super bomber terrorist killer? Sign me up! Especially serving under a chick like her?" Lilith whistled admiringly. "Ooh la la, shiver me timbers, am I right—?" Then Damien snatched her wrist.

"Hey! What's the big deal?"

"If I leave you alone you’ll probably tell someone some weird story about your favorite sex bush or something."

"I mean... I already—" He dragged her away, despite Lilith's loud, whining protests. It was mostly exaggerated, though; it felt oddly reminiscent of the olden days...

Before she knew it, her partner had brought her to another pair, and she immediately perked up. But what stole the show was Damien's water-sputtering-worthy introduction! An action that Lilith would have done if she had a glass of water with her. Instead, she broke into obnoxious cackling. "Man, you suck at conversation!" Eventually, her amusement lowered enough that she could acknowledge the others. Lilith glanced between the two, a million thoughts circling in her head. "Heya, hotties! I'm guessing one of you was this brat's cellmates?" She grinned widely. "I'm glad he wasn't lonely! Name's Lilith by the way." She elbowed Damien. "Not Lily. I'm gonna become a future terrorist and Captain Juna's footrest! Nice to meetcha!"

&&— ❝ the brash. ❞​

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[Megilagor]

Shoku Kaida Ainsley

Location: Boat | Out on Sea
Mention: MangoGoGo , Britt-21 , AriAriAbabwa ​

Shoku let Cherie go as she began to move, and he didn't protest at her tugging him by his hand to the boats direction, so he walked after her, letting her feeble arms guide him.
Once on the boat Shoku sat down while letting his back rest on a part of the boat, before pulling Cherie down by a hem of her clothes so that she landed between his spread legs. He then spun his arms around Cherie binding her in a tight but easily breakable hug in case she got uncomfortable, with his arms around her waist and his head resting on hers he just sat there enjoying the moment.
"Stay still for a bit Cherie, i need to recharge my Cheery meter."
So while they stayed in such a position Shoku listened to the voice coming from one of the people who rescued them all from that hell hole.
Some of her words mate sense, why should they trust them, sure they saved them but what is their plan from now on. Hide them in some place, or recruit them to their cause, either way he was now with Cherie, and he wont let anyone take them apart. And with those thoughts his eyes began to spiral into madness, though this time the madness was created for a good reason.

After a little bit of recharging his Cheery meter, a young shy fellow from the same cell as him, not wanting to spread the madness from his eyes Shoku simply spun his head a bit before looking at the direction of the young man while still holding Cherie in a hug albeit this time more loosely. Sure the young mans, I mean Damien's introduction wasn't the best but he did try, so it was only right he responded in kind.
"I'm Shoku kiddo, and this little ball of sunshine that im holding is Cherie." Is what Shoku said before his mind broke down after hearing Liliths little speech, which did take him a bit to process before he rebooted his mind.
"I have to say Damien you have one.... Eccentric partner. As for joining an army it isn't my style but if it keeps Cherie safe, i might slip into old habits." Shoku added shortly before letting a sinister smirk appear on his face as quickly as it faded, so as to not let Cherie see it, after all it will be better for her to remain a cute innocent bean.

 

[0stinato]

Unbeknownst to Lilia, Florian was already in the process of turning his head when she tugged on the sleeve of his coat. Superhuman hearing, that’s what Florian had, even with his hair dampening all sound that strayed near his ears – it certainly wasn’t that a high voice nearby shouted the word ‘terrorist’ at such volume, that it drew Florian’s attention. Not that he was sensitive to the word, or – Heaven forbid – had been accused of terroristic activity. That hadn’t happened since he stole that motorcycle, and even then, the previous owner was being unreasonably hyperbolic.

‘Nina,’ the girl said, before scooting back a pace and constructing a question to cover her approach. Nice touch. Florian appreciated how people performed when pressure descended, regardless if that pressure was social embarrassment or a near-miss vehicular scare; his own nerves never jangled like that, and if they came close to, he could just buffer the culprit emotions far away.

His study of the young woman dragged on so long that, before he realised it was his turn to speak, several ellipses had become necessary prefixes to his dialogue.

‘… … … … Yeah.’

He took a drag on his cigarette, and at least followed social convention enough to turn his head to release the lungful of smoke. Someone around the boat’s dock would probably take an issue with that. In general, the released Mogul pairs seemed loyal to each other. A move like that – easily interpretable as a slight – would possibly go over badly. Possibly.

‘She was my sister. Younger sister. I was Mogul with her. I’m not now, though.’

He paused.

For a while.

He got curious and looked down at his right hand, then performed a jagged movement that succeeded in doing absolutely nothing. Shame. That hollow space in his chest that was attempting to stir in him a sense of anxiety would be here to stay then. No sister, no Mogul; no Mogul, no magic.

‘Oh. I’m Florian Reinham. A nobody, really. And, if you shared a cell with Nina, and were nice to her before she died, then, thanks. Hope your partner made it out.’

His half-lidded pale eyes creased immediately into a smile, even if his lips didn’t follow suit.

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Interactions: SilverFeathers
Mentions: AriAriAbabwa

 

[The Elder]

NEW BEGINNINGS​

Finally after hours of being locked away behind those bars, he was reunited with his brother-in-arms. The stood together on the shoreline, looking around at other Moguls and also their rescuers. Rin, obviously knew Ciaran wouldn't trust them immediately. Shit he doesn't really trust anyone besides himself, but Rinnosuke was hopeful that things would work out. "Maybe...." He says looking at the rebels in armor. "Though I have been proven wrong at times. Like use getting captured, I was hoping we made it out of that situation. But I was right about us not dying. So I say that's still a win in my book. I can say that I feel like this is a start of a new beginning of our lives." He said peering up at the night sky.

As the time to depart had arrived, the two of them boards the boat taking a seat. The boat seemed it was able to fit everyone, despite it being pretty snug here and there. He sat there, and just leaned his head back onto the bed, planning on taking a nap. The motion of the boat, the sound of the engine, and the spray from the mist were all parts of a symphony slowly putting Rin to sleep. He didn't know where, they were going, not what to expect, but all he knew was he wanted to nap. Ciaran would more than likely stay awake and keep eyes on every single soul upon this boat. Meaning Rin could nap peacefully in the meantime. Breaking his much wanted slumber; however, was a voice. Opening his eyes, Rin watched as a women in armor different than the others, stood there and introduced herself. Captain Juna was her name, and the proclaimed leader of this group of rebels. He watched her mannerism as she spoke trying to decipher whether or not she means what she says, and whether Ciaran is right to not trust them. But as she continues, she started to peek Rin's interest. It seems she's gathering them to fight and rebel against Noniel, and its King. A rebellion means there's fighting, and one thing Rin loved to do was to fight. So as she spoke more, the monk sat up eyes gleaming with eagerness with his legs crossed. As of now, he couldn't wait for things to get active.

As she finished he looked ever at Ciaran, and didn't even say a word. His eyes said it all. Just be looking Ciaran would be able to interpret, that Rin was already excited about what may occur when they reach their destination. His eyes were just screaming with the urge to fight now. He was ready to fight back and cause a bit of ruckus against this Kingdom. The Kingdom that caused their separation in the first place.

A few moments pass, and Rin noticed as a young male stood up with flames covered parts of his body. Just from watching the flames, Rin knew from similar experience that this wasn't an attack, but more so a healing process. He was surprised to see another flame user on this boat, and flames that look much different than his own. He continued watching the man, and listening the best he could. Despite being distracted by the flames within the mans hands, Rin still managed to pick up a few pieces of their conversation. The words he spoke, came from someone with a fire in their belly. He wanted to fight back, maybe just as much as Rin did, and that thought by itself brought a grin upon Rin's face. He watched as he snuffed out the flames and made his way towards Ciaran and himself. Without even giving the man time to properly sit down, Rin was already talking from behind his bandages. "You and I are just alike. I can tell just from hearing you speak just now that you love to fight. Maybe not as much as I do, but you enjoy it. You have a fire in your belly, and its ready to ignite." For now, Rin leaves out the other obvious similarity that he knows the two of them have. "My name's Rinnosuke, but call me Rin for short. What's your name? Where did you come from? How'd you end up in their?" Questions after questions. Rin was eager to know more about this guy.

Phayne Key of Stars​

 

[Britt-21]

Megilagor

Cherie carefully climbed onto the boat and followed as Shoku got a spot for them and tugged her down so she was spat in the middle between his legs. The girl had to admit, he did have an aura that for some reason had her always feeling safe within his embrace, no matter how tight or loose it was. Even though she couldn't see him, she still attempted to use her eyes to look up but simply looked silly trying to see where it was impossible for her to as his chin rested upon her head. His words had made her heart flutter as she closed those golden hues and a smile tugged her lips "Can definitely use a little Cheer, huh Sho-Sho?" A giggle had escaped her lips as she sat content in her position. The boat soon taking off and the wind thrashing many people's hair around and splashing mist up. While not the best conditions, these boats did get around far faster than a bigger boat. This would keep the enemy from tracking so easily, after all, can't track on water like a dog on land.

Her gaze had shifted towards the leader who had saved the group, taking her words in. They definitely tried. Surely nothing like this comes overnight... Regardless I still feel bad for those who passed in the time we were all there... Even though they had not fully stated what would happen specifically, Cherie knew in her heart it would be better to fight back because who else would fight for the Mogul? They were treated like nothing more than filthy rats...Not even that...Even worse than that...Dirt under their shoe. A male approached her, clearly showing off his fire power (No pun intended) to kick some ass. At least someone had that flame to keep going (Again no pun intended) and would be willing to turn the enemy into bacon. ( Key of Stars ) A smile tugged her lips as she let out a small giggle at her own thoughts.

A pair had approached them and she did her best to tilt her head towards them, looking up as they got closer she watched as the poor guy seemed to be nervous in front of them. Well he looks like a shy one... Shy and Confident? Cherie thought, looking between his partner and him once again. His name was Damien while his partner was Lily (Who immediately corrected him by the way) and said that he sucked at conversation. While mean, it was still pretty funny how she had worded it. A laugh escaped her lips as she couldn't help it, though she did try to contain it. Lily's remarks as well for Captian Juna only made it the more funny. Though in which order all this took place was all up to the imagination. When Shoku introduced her, she lifted her hand with a wave and a warm smile that made the chilly air warm up even just a bit. While her partner did most of the talking, she did listen to him and despite not knowing too much about his past, she could only assume the worst with how he always was when she had first met him. While he backed away, she kept coming closer and closer till he had no choice but to let her in. Cherie was a pushy girl and she made that abundantly clear. Her eyes had softened and a small but sad smile tugged her lips.

If he slipped into old habits...Were those habits something that could easily be broken...Or habits that were a bit more extreme. With enough context clues, if he wanted to keep her safe as much as he said he did, she could only assume that he would protect her no matter the risk. Even if that meant Bloodshed on the field. Though that was to be fully expected if they planned to join the group that had saved them from certain death. The Mogul would win no doubt as long as they had their partners. But who's to say that the enemy doesn't have secretly made weapons to take down the Mogul after the war? Despite the cheerful pure bean she was, she still had a brain in that lil noggin. "Well, Lilith, I hope you do get to be part of the group...Though I'm not so sure about Juna's footrest." ( AriAriAbabwa ) Another giggle had left her lips as the young mogul looked between the two and she replied to the shy one "Damien, as for our invitation, I'd say we take it! I mean think about it, not only did these guys come full blast with explosives, fancy guns, armor and more, but they demolished one of the biggest prisons made for the mogul! I'd say these guys got some pretty big guts to be attacking A: The biggest facility and B: Inside the King's land no less."

Her excitement was starting to build, but someone had to fight evil right? "If we don't do this, who will? Who will find these guys again to join them? We didn't know about them, clearly Noniel had no idea either. It's clear that these guys work quietly. They're like ghosts. If we can join these ghosts, I will take it." Cher had placed her hands on her partners arms that had still been wrapped around her "As long as my partner can say the same. I don't want another person to die simply for existing...Old or young." For a moment her eyes had lowered to the ground as she could recall other mogul being dragged out of their cells that were similar to the one she had been in. She saw old, middle aged, young, and even as small as children below the age of 5. Her hands had tightened on her partner's arms as her eyes shot back up to Lilith and Damien with determination in her eyes "I know you may not be like me, or some others. But I fully believe we can do this and finally create peace in this world. We just need manpower. It's scary, yes. It's a risk for us for sure. If we do nothing, the same thing will happen. If we do something, we can make a change!" ( MangoGoGo )​