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Deion Crux

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a character in “Chasing Constellations”, originally authored by Butterfly Princess, as played by RolePlayGateway

So begins...

Deion Crux's Story

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Character Portrait: Ruan Quants Character Portrait: Zuko Dostoevskii Character Portrait: Concepta Mor Character Portrait: Drauni Ilum Character Portrait: Iana Steinfield Character Portrait: Deion Crux Character Portrait: Oriel Enki Character Portrait: Lukas Tierkreis Character Portrait: Alexios Esther Character Portrait: Lynia Verstalt Character Portrait: Reaver Mor Character Portrait: Nora Castellanos

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A week has passed since the explosion at Altair and the introduction of the two new Tala. Capella’s chaos continues, but it has considerably grown less hectic in comparison to before. If there was a perfect time to take action, it would be now.

The Tala are all gathered within the Monastery, idling around as they waited for their next move. A meeting starts in ten minutes at the round table that would decide which courses of action to take. Ophiuchus’ absence was a sore blow to their decision-making, but now was not the time to dwell on that. Continuing being indecisive wouldn’t heal him, or bring Leo and Gemini back.

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No matter what has happened. No matter what has been done. No matter what has been said. The scenes played over and over again before Deion like a film solely meant for his eyes. There was no escaping from it for even through the night he has been haunted by it relentlessly, that incident. It made him wonder when he would go mad, maybe it was just around the corner waiting for that one final stroke. The idea made him smile out of the blue, a smile of sarcasm of his own morbid sense of irony. He shook his head and reached for something inside his pants' pocket. His expression slowly twisted into that of a distant forlorn as he leaned on his chair, meant for his Tala representation.

That's right, Deion was already at the round table waiting patiently for the others to arrive. When he was informed the meeting was about to start, he just made his way to it without another thought, following the flow provided to him by the summon. That was something he needed and his reason was not because he wanted to be an early bird or anything as nice as to uphold good morals. "Distractions... Someone, distract me." But, it seemed arriving too early just gave him a moment to himself which he didn't want to have. He closed his eyes trying his best to drown his thoughts into the silence of darkness, but it had a different effect. It instead dragged him deeper into the hole where the ghost of his own making had a strong grip on him.

"It should have been me... me... not them..." Those words played inside his head like a convenient loop as the hand inside his pocket tightened its hold on whatever object was present within. "Forgive me..." It flowed out of his lips like a cold whisper of the rain which was followed by a lone drop of tear from his eye as he slowly opened them reflecting a lifeless gaze so similar to that of a corpse. With his other free hand, he traced the tear when a knock echoed within the room. Deion quickly wiped away the mark of his shadow and a sparkle of life returned to his eyes as if his earlier version was but an illusion. Right now, he has a distraction, a man entered. "Mr. Crux."

Ah, this was the one who informed him before the the meeting was about to start. "Yes?" He acknowledged the man. "The remaining Tala had been informed though they have yet to arrive, should we escort them?" Consideration isn't it? For him, who have arrived first. That was kind, something he really didn't deserve. "There's no need, they'll come soon enough. Thank you for the offer though." There was a smile for the man who nodded his head and then left afterwards. That smile disappeared once Deion was left again on his own as he sighed and now placed both of his hands before him. There was not a dirt in sight, but for a brief second, he saw them covered in blood as his eyes widened in shock. Then it dawned to him, it was a trick of the eye as his hands were clean again, he laughed to himself and slowly settled his head on the table and soon silence covered him.

"I'm a lost cause, aren't I?"

Deion closed his eyes, hoping that he would just fall asleep and not think of anything, then again, there was going to be a meeting soon, but they could just wake him up when the other Tala arrive. They probably wouldn't mind that much, right? So for now,

"Let me disappear."

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Character Portrait: Deion Crux Character Portrait: Alexios Esther

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        ALEXIOS ESTHER
        ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ IT'S A SKY FULL OF DYING STARS.

        Alexios often daydreams about destruction, and how it manifests from an idea into a person whose grip is like iron and makes him taste blood. It’s words are sweet, and urge him to reach out and grasp power that he could easily obtain if he would just let go. Release all inhibitions and take control of the situation he knows is doomed.

        A greater man would have fallen into temptation, but as fate would have it Alexios is too much of a coward pessimist, and simply does not care enough for such a thing to happen. He wants no fame, he denies all glory, and most of all he abhors all authority.

        It was not surprising that he came to such a conclusion though; from birth his whole life had been dictated by those who had power and hung seniority over his head — antagonizing him and pushing buttons even he didn’t know he had.

        It disgusted him how people so unworthy of their titles should decide on how the masses lived, and it was an utterly revolting thought to think he was in a position to do so too - making his self-loathing even easier to explain.

        “Mr. Esther, if you would please follow me. The meeting is about to start.”

        Purple eyes shot open in surprise, but quickly he schooled his expression into one of disinterest and nodded silently. He uncrossed his legs from a sitting position, and breathed in a deep sigh of resignation before steeling himself for an hour of boring and mundane work.

        Surely they would discuss the issue of Ophiuchus’ health, a matter Alexios knew extensively of, and would banter what course of action should be taken to ensure peace within the nation. It was the same discussion, with different variables every time and to say Alexios was sick of it was an understatement. There was a reason he denied his past, and that was so he didn’t have to deal with the people that came with it.

        People like Zuko whose arrogance surmounted even the highest of mountains, and hard-asses like Lynia who felt as though they carried weight of the universe on their shoulders. If Alexios was being honest with himself however, he would see that his cynical outlook made him fit right in with the people he claimed to hate. Such acceptance would mean he had come to terms with that line thinking and if there was anything he was good at it is was denying the truth that surrounded him.

        The walk to the board room was quite, as though words would break whatever impersonal barrier stood between him and his escort and Alexios was happy to comply to such a task. He knew there was no reason for the man to come after him, but it was better to be safe than sorry and so he ordered an escort to fetch him when the time came as to not be late and make a fool of himself.

        “We’re here, Mr. Esther,” with a wave of his hand Alexios dismissed the escort and silently thanked the man by giving him a curt nod.

        The door between him and the meeting seemed all imposing, but Alexios knew one way or another he would have to face the music and so he did it quietly and without humiliation.

        A flicker of annoyance crossed his features as he spotted a brown haired man lying on the table, seemingly asleep.

        ‘Typical.’

        Gracefully he walked to his designated spot, a away from Scorpion and right next to Libra. Alexios pulled out his phone and wrote a quick message to his childhood friend Reaver asking him when he was due to arrive.

        He quietly snapped his phone shut, and pocketed the device in his pants before staring ahead, weighing out the pros and the cons of waking Deion up. Knowing the struggle of finding sleep, and assuming many of the Tala did so too, Alexios decided to let the man be and would only wake him a minute before the set meeting time.

        Collectively he hated the Tala, but on a singular basis he could stand them enough as to be a decent human being.


        Posting format by the bae, mac.

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Character Portrait: Drauni Ilum Character Portrait: Deion Crux Character Portrait: Alexios Esther

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”He has something even deeper than justice inside- kindness to cut through the darkness”

Drauni was never a morning person. Although light was unable to permeate the levels upon levels of rock between himself and the surface, his internal clock should have some form of a difference. But apathy had taken a hold of the youth after recent events panned out and rippled through the community. He felt like he was being strangled, constricted, suffocated by something he had no form of defense against. But this listlessness only manifested when Drauni was in his own company. Which was thankfully only a small portion of his daily routine.

The young Tala let out a groan as he sluggishly rolled over in his bed. Unfortunately, he ended up losing control of the barely existent amount of momentum he had and ended up planting his face into the bedroom floor. To add insult to injury, his legs decided to drag the bed sheets along completely off the bed, meaning he would have to spend an extra five minutes tucking them back in.

By the time his recharge station had been made with a prim appearance, he proceeded to clothe himself in the black attire he fancied. The apparel contrasted heavily with his hair, one of his defining traits, aside from the high concentration of energy and adrenaline always pumping through his veins. He didn’t even attempt to make his hair, since bedhead was his natural style. Drauni did a thorough once-over of himself in the mirror, to make sure that everything was in order and that Ruan hadn’t pulled a prank on him during his sleep. Thankfully, there was no ”I’m a shit shot” drawn in marker on his forehead.

The routes and turns of the cavern system was burned onto his brain at this juncture. Although he was a relatively new addition to the group, the boy was known for his ability to quickly adapt. And taking the same routes every day become so monotonous that of course he memorized which way lead to the board room, and which lead to the girls’ bathrooms.

Now a normal person would politely and gently open the door, and greet those within the room in the same manner. But when Drauni kicked open the door and shouted at all descibles, ”GOOD MORNING, TALA,” any form of etiquette flew out the nonexistent window. Unfortunately, only a sorry excuse for a crowd was able to bare witness to his grand entrance. The white-haired boy’s eyes instantly homed in on a certain brunette, who was in the midst of or was about to embark upon his slumber. Either way, that didn’t stop him from rushing over while shouting, ”DEIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!!! WAKE UP!!!”. With arms stretched out wide, Drauni began to shake the older-brother figure awake. He also noted the other important individual present within the room, ”Oh, and good morning to you too, Mr. Esther!” The boy grinned and took his own seat next to Deion and began to tap on the table to a rhythm playing in his head. It was only a matter of time before the others would make their appearances. He wasn't high on the hierarchy at all, so his opinion probably would be heavily weighed. But hopefully it would mean something.

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Character Portrait: Drauni Ilum Character Portrait: Deion Crux Character Portrait: Alexios Esther Character Portrait: Reaver Mor

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    Whoops. Ten minutes to go, and he was actually going to be late for the meeting with everyone else. It wasn't like it was on purpose, either, but Reaver wasn't exactly the holder of a sense of time. It was a good thing when he was talking his walk, he had actually wandered close enough to the meeting room's location where it wasn't going to end up in some sort of mad dash to the finish line. Though, if Reaver was going to be honest with himself, had his phone not gone off when it did, he'd probably be heading farther away.

    Pulling off to the side of the hallway, the male blinked as he pushed up his glasses and began to text a short reply along the lines of being there within the next minute or so... Hesitation taking over before he could hit send. Even though he knew he was going to go, even though he knew he had too, everything inside his head just seemed to tell him a flat out nope.

    His pride over the entire situation felt popped. And he knew, no matter how many times he tried to tell himself otherwise, it was because he was jealous. That was just how it was going to have to be though. Even if he couldn't be a leader, he could still make himself plenty useful to help Ophiuchus. Besides, wasn't Reaver the one who constant murmured himself something about changing for the better since everything went to shit?

    He knew he was an ass with a sore ego anyway, hitting the send button finally as he let his memory of the directions take over. Knocking and listening before he opened the door. For a minute, it seemed pretty loud, but it... was just Sagittarius from looks of it, waking up Taurus. At least he wasn't one of the last people filling in. Smiling, or at least trying too, Scorpio took his seat as he struggled to find the words for some sort of greeting. "Morning," Reaver's eyes glanced too Alexios, hoping it wasn't going to seem too noticeable. "...How is everyone doing?" A little bit directed towards Deion and Alexios, it was clear Drauni was probably going just fine for the time being. Still, it was probably a nicer idea to address all three of them, rather then just the pair.

    Maybe he could actually manage to keep himself in check after all.

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Character Portrait: Concepta Mor Character Portrait: Drauni Ilum Character Portrait: Deion Crux Character Portrait: Lukas Tierkreis Character Portrait: Alexios Esther Character Portrait: Reaver Mor

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The blond always found her constant personality change strange, but it an interesting quirk that simply made Concepta who she was. He liked how unique it made her seem, both as a Tala and as a person. Maybe that was why she was akin to the Crystal.

”Thank you then. Who knows what we’ll encounter on our way. There’s strength in numbers after all.” Lukas played along with it a bit, wondering just how easily Gemini could get into a different character. He wasn’t even trying to copy the tone yet he was already struggling with emulating a stricter manner of speech. Acting truly wasn't for him; he was much too comfortable in his own skin. ”Let’s move out. Who knows what the General might do if we’re late.”

From there, the two slowly made their way down the stairs, a feat that probably took at least five minutes considering how far up the Observatory was. Fortunately for them, the meeting room was only a few doors down from the bottom of the staircase. Come to think of it, that was likely why so few people came up to the Observatory. While this area wasn’t particularly exclusive to the Tala, there was an unspoken rule that candidates shouldn’t enter these halls without reason.

The door was already open to the room, likely forgotten by one of the more energetic members of their crew. “Good morning.” The short phrase and polite nod was all the greeting he offered to the other Tala already in the room. The quiet hum of a violin was what caught his attention, looking towards the glass window. Just beyond it, the Crystal pulsed with its faint pink light. Even from here he could see the black spot that was the worst of their concerns.

Lukas took his seat to the right of Iana's, blue eyes quietly observing the atmosphere of the room. Only four other members were left, and he believed they would come shortly, especially considering one of them was Iana herself. He truly believed he wasn’t needed in the meeting to come, but Aquarius demanded everyone’s presence. He wasn’t one to refuse her orders.

For now, he contentedly sat in his chair, absorbing the small noises everyone made as they tried to ease the increasing tension in the room.

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Character Portrait: Ruan Quants Character Portrait: Zuko Dostoevskii Character Portrait: Concepta Mor Character Portrait: Drauni Ilum Character Portrait: Deion Crux Character Portrait: Oriel Enki Character Portrait: Lukas Tierkreis Character Portrait: Alexios Esther Character Portrait: Reaver Mor

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The way Ruan stiffened as she grew aware of the new Leo’s presence was obvious; it was good that Oriel wasn’t really the type to notice such things. Otherwise, he’d never have called out to the man. “Yes, why not join us? We’re all going the same direction anyway.” Her tone, however, was anything but welcoming. It was dry, leaving no room for Zuko to refuse but making it obvious that she wasn’t pleased with how the situation had turned out. Magenta eyes coolly met his gaze before turning back towards Ori, who was able to defuse some of the tension brewing in her gut with his mere presence. She knew it was unreasonable hostility, but she just couldn’t help it. The pain from losing Leo was still fresh and looking at the male only served as a bitter reminder that he was truly gone.

She pushed the grim thoughts to the darker recesses of her mind and faked her best smile. “And onwards!” With forced cheer, the blonde lead the way to the meeting room, the trio remaining more or less silent on the way there. She found it difficult to keep talking in Zuko’s presence, and so dodged conversing altogether by walking ahead of everyone else. Not even Ori’s presence could fix the rift that existed between him and the lancer. Only time could, which was a resource they had precious little of at the moment.

The doors were closed when they arrived and she shoved both wide open, making her presence known as everyone in the room turned towards the sudden noise and movement. “Ha! We’re not late. ‘Morning guys.” Many visibly winced at her loud voice, which finally brought some genuine amusement into her grin. The fact one of those most perturbed by her appearance was Drauni only brought her further satisfaction.

Without bothering to close the door behind her, she took her seat to the left of Deion, spinning her chair a couple of times before finally settling down. Placing her elbows on the table, she cradled her face on her gloved hands, looking at everyone else in the room. There was much too serious a tone for her liking, but she wasn’t certain as to how to relieve the tension. Behaving as she usually would seemed like Ruan’s best bet. “All that’s left is our o-so-great leader, we can finally get started on how we can kick ass.”

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Character Portrait: Ruan Quants Character Portrait: Zuko Dostoevskii Character Portrait: Concepta Mor Character Portrait: Drauni Ilum Character Portrait: Deion Crux Character Portrait: Oriel Enki Character Portrait: Lukas Tierkreis Character Portrait: Alexios Esther Character Portrait: Reaver Mor

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A smile broke through her act as Lu tried to play along. He was most certainly not an actor, so his vague attempt seemed cute and endearing to the youth, seriously, did either of them need to be cuter? With the smile on her face her hand raised to give the Captain a salute, following him as they departed down the great staircase. They weren't rushing but goodness these did these stairs have to go on for so long? Truly it was the only negative of Lu's little hideaway. Just a few years prior this lass probably would have lost her breath climbing stairs for so long, if one thing at least the candidate training helped her there.

From the foot of the staircase it was a only a few more doors until the diffident duo arrived the meeting hall of the glorious Tala. Where a group of outrageously powerful individuals would ram there opinions into each other accomplishing nothing. Until of course big army diplomacy, better titled 'I'm stronger then you' diplomacy, came into play and ultimately one or two people made the actual decision. For being one Concepta had quite the negative outlook on the Tala.

Upon entering the meeting hall Lu greeted the cast that had already assembled, and as she had arrived with him she felt no obligation to introduce herself to the room. It compensation she provided a slight wave to the group, before shifting her hands into the pockets of the coat she wore. Striding to her seat, the purple haired girl rested herself in it informally, bringing her foot onto the chair with her and putting her arms around the knee.

The doors flew open, revealing the rest of the supporting cast, Rue was of course full of energy, and in her wake was Ori and Zuko. On noticing the third she took her gaze away from that group, being the only Tala she had pleasure of witnessing giving injury to a person he had a special place in her intimidation list. Only the lead role was missing now, all the others were in this room, to say she felt tense would be an understatement, she always felt this way when they assembled. The tense situation did however give her more self awareness, enough to realize that having her leg up on the chair like his was probably not a great idea while wearing a dress. Quickly and quietly she placed her leg on the floor, blushing a little and looking towards the floor as she waited for the meeting to commence.

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Character Portrait: Ruan Quants Character Portrait: Zuko Dostoevskii Character Portrait: Concepta Mor Character Portrait: Drauni Ilum Character Portrait: Deion Crux Character Portrait: Oriel Enki Character Portrait: Lukas Tierkreis Character Portrait: Alexios Esther Character Portrait: Reaver Mor

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Drauni’s close friend seemed intent on snoozing away the minutes, as he did not budge even an inch during the barrage of incessant poking and shaking. No results at all. The boy, bummed out by this development, sat back down in his seat and began to pout. He was half-tempted to give Deion a wet willy, but the thought of becoming a permanent decoration in the wall wasn’t all too alluring. Esther was not apt to act sentient either, as there was no reply sent towards Drauni’s way. He too was not a morning person, so he couldn’t place any blame on his comrade.

Finally, another lifeform made an entrance. Ah, yes, one of the two spectacled Tala, Scorpio. Reaver was his name. Drauni usually greeted the guy with the godawful phrase ”But wait, there’s Mor~!” There was a special, secluded place in the afterlife for the young jester. But since it was early, he decided to let the guy off easy. Besides, even from behind his lenses, Drauni could tell that Reaver was not in the mood for his usual shenanigans. Although this didn’t seem to be an all too pressing meeting, he decided this was the time to calm down. To mellow out. To go from one hundred to approximately fourteen real quick. And that would require a lot of effort. A lot. So, deep in the cavernous mind of the jubilant Tala, the boy put all of his brainpower into one thing. ”So… Would it be more advantageous to shoot an enemy in the kneecap first or the foot? I mean, they both disable the individual to a certain extent. Oh, oh, what if I shoot them in the foot on one leg, and then the knee on other? Drauni, give yourself a pat on the back and a cookie from Alexios’ secret stash. But remember, it’s a secret!”

Drauni gave himself a motivational pat on the back as soon as the equivalent to the apocalypse strolled in, as she bellowed out her own greeting that easily sized up his own. As soon as they made eye contact, bolts of light only visible by the two surged across the room. He let out a sigh as Ruan took her seat, and somehow, failed in stirring Deion too. But it was obvious the girl was trying to bring the room’s atmosphere from a ritardando to an accelerando. In laymen’s terms, to bring everybody back to the world of the living. Drauni decided to play along and presented his iconic smirk to those present. He then leaned over- literally, Deion and sent a firing solution in his arch-nemesis’ direction. ”Who knows Ruan, maybe we’ll just be ordered to go grocery shopping. Somebody’s been draining our ice cream supplies!”

Shots. Fired. Not really. Drauni could’ve done better and actually thought up some flak, but he didn’t want to start a war before their leader arrived. Which, hopefully, would be soon.

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Character Portrait: Ruan Quants Character Portrait: Zuko Dostoevskii Character Portrait: Concepta Mor Character Portrait: Drauni Ilum Character Portrait: Iana Steinfield Character Portrait: Deion Crux Character Portrait: Oriel Enki Character Portrait: Lukas Tierkreis Character Portrait: Alexios Esther Character Portrait: Lynia Verstalt Character Portrait: Reaver Mor Character Portrait: Nora Castellanos

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Perhaps it was unbecoming of a leader to arrive last to her own meeting, but so rarely was anything her "own" when it came to the Tala. Everything started and ended with the crystal: life, death, wars, peace and especially themselves. Everyone decided on this path for their own reasons but nobody could deny that the crystal chose them. In reality, Iana wasn't even truly the leader of the Tala as Ophiuchus occupied that role in all but name. He guided their training, gave them (or at least Iana) their missions, and spoke to the Crystal Seal like nobody else could.

"I thank you all for coming as I know this was on short notice but given how pressing this matter is, Faye simply could not wait," Iana started, inwardly cringing at the sound of her own voice.

As used to as she was, she hated these sorts of things where she needed to broadcast to her fellow associates. Honestly, she should have put Lynia up to this considering her penchant for discipline. Iana would have preferred sending out carrier pigeons.

Instead she had to project a small girl into the middle of the room from her watch.

"Three weeks ago Euphemia Nero was elected as the next prophet of the religious council, the youngest in two hundred years at the age of seven and one of the few that hadn't come from noble blood. As you can guess her inauguration hasn't been welcomed by everyone, namely the Aurani."

She pressed a few buttons and next to Euphemia an archaic symbol slid next to the blonde girl's picture.

"Though they've held the majority in council their numbers are dwindling and inducting Euphemia only cements Aurani's fall. We suspect that Aurani extremists have been targeting her during her pilgrimage to the Crystal as is customary to their religion so we need to escort her back to Faye unscathed. I'd like Deion to be on the team guarding her and three others while the rest of us either investigate the Aurani's headquarters or shadow Euphemia's carriage. If the enemy is focused on those of us guarding her the rest can work in peace. I will take the investigatory team while Lynia's group shadows Euphemia. If there are no objections I leave it to you all to choose teams."

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Character Portrait: Ruan Quants Character Portrait: Zuko Dostoevskii Character Portrait: Concepta Mor Character Portrait: Drauni Ilum Character Portrait: Iana Steinfield Character Portrait: Deion Crux Character Portrait: Oriel Enki Character Portrait: Lukas Tierkreis Character Portrait: Alexios Esther Character Portrait: Lynia Verstalt Character Portrait: Reaver Mor Character Portrait: Nora Castellanos

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          Deion was already in a deep sleep by the time that Drauni made his grand entrance. That was the only reason that most of the ruckus flew through his ears unheard and unknown. He was currently entwined in his dream filled with guilt and shame. The memories of that day twisted to amplify the darkness brewing inside of him which was covered with his whimsical smiles. It was a good thing his face was hidden from anyone's prying eyes as it was covered by the table and his arms. If it wasn't, they could see his face wrapping in distress and he was still being dragged deeper into that oblivion of his consciousness. It was only the sense of drowning and something hovering or on top of him.

          His eyes flickered open as he blinked a couple of times, adjusting his sight to the dark and the traces of the table. Once, he got the sense of returning to the waking world. He straightened himself and possibly removing the one leaning over him who happened to be Drauni. "Uni. There you are." He started as if he had been looking over the Sagittarius Tala all this time. He even smiled as if he was not even sleeping just a few seconds ago and began to look around him. It seemed that during the time he was asleep, the others had already arrived. He couldn't help but scratch the back of his head. Well, it's a bit embarrassing still to be seen sleeping his head off even more so as the oldest among the bunch. He did decide it was fine, but he can't help but be a bit conscious about it.

          His smiled sheepishly and that turned into a firm line of seriousness once their Tala Leader entered the room. He leaned on his seat and began to listen. He knew that Iana was not used to such briefing, but it was a nice sight seeing her taking her position a bit seriously. However, there was a passing cloud in his eyes, "If only, they didn't die..." Iana would not take the mantle and continue doing what she willed for herself. "If only, I was the one to die." That line of thought continued echoing inside his head as the presentation of the mission continued.

          He was only taken out of his stupor when he heard his name being mentioned. Deion managed to catch himself not to appear as someone who was literally snoozing off mentally. He did hear his name being attached to guarding and three. That was plenty enough already as that meant he was going to lead the protection detail of someone... His eyes trailed to the young girl being projected in front of them with a the familiar symbol of the Aurani beside it. He could guess without being briefed that the Aurani began to exert a bit of a violent force in things that they cannot control.

          "Well, I guess we have our mission then." He started and looked at the others with that gentle gaze of his. "So, I need three over the security detail." It was a function he was accustomed to, but... He stopped himself from thinking ahead. He was not the kind to choose who he wants on his team. That was rather kinda, a tyrant thing to do. He preferred democracy and free choices. Volunteerism does go a long way. "Anyone wants to be a bodyguard?"

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