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Bellamy Noihaus [15] "The dawn of my campaign will be sweet, swear your allegiance to me and you will be rewarded."
Lucretia Narrow [15] "My loyalty belongs solely to my Lord. Anyone else might as well be an insect buzzing in my ear."
Caterina Straetos [13] "I will ensure that order and stability are upheld in the name of the King."
Athena Fausta [13] "Chess is simple, Let the weak ones die, So the strong ones can prosper. However, I'm surrounded by pawns, And Sadly, I'm one of them."
Mieke Furmont [12] "Pomp and circumstance can render even the simplest situations into a major misunderstanding."
Sylvaria Matthas [11] I shall aid to the best I can do!
Matiz Vandenboom [11] "If there were no weapons in the world, would there still be conflict?"
Alastor Helstrum [11] "Everything I do, I do for my friends, and family."
Ryelan Maricon [11] "Older men declare war. But it is youth that must fight and die."
Fable N. Saffron [8] "There may very well be, no real winners in this war."
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Errond Station|Drafting Selection|8:43 AM
The air was stifling and uncomfortably warm. The scent of sweat and general odors hung in the air like a cloud, choking Lucretia's other senses. She pulled her collar over her nose, breathing in her own scent of flour and strawberries, mixed with that undeniable twinge of iron that came with blood. It comforted her, if only a little bit.
Lucretia dropped the fabric, but her smell lingered in her nose. A man bumped into her and she shifted uncomfortably. There were too many people jammed into the small station, each hand clinging to a ticket and another piece of paper with the word SUMMONS printed in large red letters. Soldiers would have been more fitting... she thought absently as she tucked back a piece of her short violet hair. In the dark light of the underground station, it looked black and almost shadow like. "Western Combat Unit Six." Lucretia's ears perked up and she turned towards the burly man that had said the number. "Car 14."
He began rattling off names, but Lucretia already knew what Unit she was in and now, she knew where she was supposed to go. She turned to the taller boy next to her. Only a year older in age. "My Lord, I believe that is us," she said in a curt and quiet tone. The announcer had already moved on to the next Combat unit and she could see a few people filtering towards Car 14. If they missed their train, they would be put on the front lines without training. Thus was the law of Tilt. "Shall we go?" she offered him a small, but tentative smile. To most, it would be considered "polite".
"Allow me to pave the way. . ."
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Bellamy glanced about the station he was in. The smell alone was positively revolting. Too many unwashed bodies pressed together in a small area, well anyone would be able to divine that. Bell looked over to his shorter companion, his right-hand, Lucretia. She was also suffering from the stench. The mention of WCU6 drew Bell's attention right away, even before Lucretia mentioned it.
"Let's go." Bell stated as he took Lucretia's hand in his and made his way towards Car 14. As he walked, dragging her with him, Bellamy's mind wandered off. He felt a pain in his eye bringing him back, his free hand instinctively went up to cover it. His grip tightened on Lucretia. It didn't matter how much this "gift" of his hurt, it only drove him further towards his goals.
Once they arrived at Car 14 Bellamy helped Lucretia inside and sat beside her, making sure she was near him at all times. He felt assured whenever she was beside him. A calm presence letting him know he was supported. Her hand still in his, Bell looked over to her, observing her with judging eyes. No matter how many times he observed her, it always bore the same results. She was totally content and devoted. Nodding to himself Bell spoke.
"Well Lucy, what do you expect to find upon arrival? More incompetence? Or perhaps something of interest for once in a great while?" Bellamy chuckled a bit, he always liked hearing her opinions, she was the only person besides himself that he listened to. After all, on his chess-board she was the Queen to his King. His loyal servant, friend, and executioner. Out of all the people in his life, Lucretia was the only one he could ever truly trust. Making her his strength, but also his Achilles heel. If anything were to happen to Lucretia, Bellamy knew he would lose himself. It was as if at times she was the only thing holding him together. The small violet haired girl had a special place within him, and he hated to admit it but he truly cared for her.
The throbbing in his eye became more intense. "My curse is acting up. . .We must be getting close to something great. Don't you think Lucy?" Bellamy asked looking to her, his cursed eye flickering red. Only Lucretia knew about his curse, only she knew of the burden he carried.
"Let's go." Bell stated as he took Lucretia's hand in his and made his way towards Car 14. As he walked, dragging her with him, Bellamy's mind wandered off. He felt a pain in his eye bringing him back, his free hand instinctively went up to cover it. His grip tightened on Lucretia. It didn't matter how much this "gift" of his hurt, it only drove him further towards his goals.
Once they arrived at Car 14 Bellamy helped Lucretia inside and sat beside her, making sure she was near him at all times. He felt assured whenever she was beside him. A calm presence letting him know he was supported. Her hand still in his, Bell looked over to her, observing her with judging eyes. No matter how many times he observed her, it always bore the same results. She was totally content and devoted. Nodding to himself Bell spoke.
"Well Lucy, what do you expect to find upon arrival? More incompetence? Or perhaps something of interest for once in a great while?" Bellamy chuckled a bit, he always liked hearing her opinions, she was the only person besides himself that he listened to. After all, on his chess-board she was the Queen to his King. His loyal servant, friend, and executioner. Out of all the people in his life, Lucretia was the only one he could ever truly trust. Making her his strength, but also his Achilles heel. If anything were to happen to Lucretia, Bellamy knew he would lose himself. It was as if at times she was the only thing holding him together. The small violet haired girl had a special place within him, and he hated to admit it but he truly cared for her.
The throbbing in his eye became more intense. "My curse is acting up. . .We must be getting close to something great. Don't you think Lucy?" Bellamy asked looking to her, his cursed eye flickering red. Only Lucretia knew about his curse, only she knew of the burden he carried.
The station was just about as unglamorous as they came, royalty and commoner treated the same. Loathe as she was to admit it, Mei had gotten used to life behind the high walls. She forgot that a good portion of the population didn't have access to proper amenities, and a large number of them were within the confines with her. She kept a hand on her charge's back, body blocking for her as the brunette paved a way for them both. Now where were they supposed to go?
"Hold our papers for a bit, Miss Athena, since I'll be handling our things." Since this was a summon to war, they were only asked to bring basic items hence the manageable amount of baggage. A bag hung over her shoulder, another on the hand that was near Athena. When she heard someone call out the details of their unit, Mei immediately started herding the much younger girl towards the correct car. She heard both their names, almost calling out an instinctive "here!" before realizing they didn't care either way. If you didn't make the train, you'd still get sent to war. Might as well get some survival tips if the result was still going to be the same.
The brunette made sure Athena was properly seated before she figured out anything else, finding an empty booth. "Save the seat beside you for me, alright?" She gave the girl a pat on the head, then grabbed their luggage off the seat. She could hear others settling down, conversing amongst themselves. No one she recognized. Unfortunate, but expected. Athena wasn't very social to begin with, so Mei's own social circle never expanded beyond the estate walls. When she'd managed to stow both their bags, she returned to Athena, taking the seat beside her.
"Do you recognize anyone, Miss? I'm afraid everyone's a stranger so far." Mei fixed the bun in her hair, the style coming loose during the crowd on the station. She used a short strip of ribbon to keep it in place, using her power briefly to create a tight knot. Not that anyone would see; her hand was blocking the view and to others it would simply appear that the brunette used her hands to tie her hair. If one decided to take extreme notice, they'd realize she had a large number of ribbons on her person. One in her hair, another bound around her hands, and then another acting as a belt around her waist. Even the laces around her shoes, if one counted those. It's unlikely Mei will ever use those though. She's not that desperate. "I could hold the seats across us if there's anyone you know."
"In any case, we'll have to share with at least two other people." She briefly peered out to the walkway, where she saw others still climbing in from the entrance. "Let's try not to make enemies of anyone on the way to there, alright?" The statement sounded rather cheeky, but considering how Athena acted sometimes... not exaggerated. And Mei really did want some peace before she got forced into fighting. "While there will be some people in WCU6 we won't agree with, it won't do us any good to start fighting before we even get off the train."
"Hold our papers for a bit, Miss Athena, since I'll be handling our things." Since this was a summon to war, they were only asked to bring basic items hence the manageable amount of baggage. A bag hung over her shoulder, another on the hand that was near Athena. When she heard someone call out the details of their unit, Mei immediately started herding the much younger girl towards the correct car. She heard both their names, almost calling out an instinctive "here!" before realizing they didn't care either way. If you didn't make the train, you'd still get sent to war. Might as well get some survival tips if the result was still going to be the same.
The brunette made sure Athena was properly seated before she figured out anything else, finding an empty booth. "Save the seat beside you for me, alright?" She gave the girl a pat on the head, then grabbed their luggage off the seat. She could hear others settling down, conversing amongst themselves. No one she recognized. Unfortunate, but expected. Athena wasn't very social to begin with, so Mei's own social circle never expanded beyond the estate walls. When she'd managed to stow both their bags, she returned to Athena, taking the seat beside her.
"Do you recognize anyone, Miss? I'm afraid everyone's a stranger so far." Mei fixed the bun in her hair, the style coming loose during the crowd on the station. She used a short strip of ribbon to keep it in place, using her power briefly to create a tight knot. Not that anyone would see; her hand was blocking the view and to others it would simply appear that the brunette used her hands to tie her hair. If one decided to take extreme notice, they'd realize she had a large number of ribbons on her person. One in her hair, another bound around her hands, and then another acting as a belt around her waist. Even the laces around her shoes, if one counted those. It's unlikely Mei will ever use those though. She's not that desperate. "I could hold the seats across us if there's anyone you know."
"In any case, we'll have to share with at least two other people." She briefly peered out to the walkway, where she saw others still climbing in from the entrance. "Let's try not to make enemies of anyone on the way to there, alright?" The statement sounded rather cheeky, but considering how Athena acted sometimes... not exaggerated. And Mei really did want some peace before she got forced into fighting. "While there will be some people in WCU6 we won't agree with, it won't do us any good to start fighting before we even get off the train."
The life of a double agent isn't for the faint of heart. You have to both keep people at arms length, not allow yourself to get attached, all while making it seem you're not. The odd man out is always the first to be looked at if it's learned there's a spy. So you have to make friends. After all, who would accuse their best friend of treason? But then, unless you're a complete, and utter sociopath, you'd find yourself getting attached to certain people. That's the real trick. Having to betray your friends. People who've place their lives, and trust in your hands, and people you've done the same for. That's when you hav to remember what you fight for. For Alastor, it's his family, his freedom, and his country.
The hustle, and bustle of the station was rather unnerving for Alastor as he walked through the crowd a little ahead of his mistress. He's already nervous as it is with being soon forced on the frontlines, but he also has to figure out a way to safely relay messages to the rebels, and worry about protecting his mistress Sylvia, whose combat experience is little more than a fluffy white bunny. He didn't understand why these young lords and ladies were being drafted. They were born with silver spoons in their mouths, they aren't warriors. Just glorified rich kids that know nothing of true struggle.
The smell of the station was rather strong, but Alastor didn't mind it, and barely noticed it. He was after all raised on farm, this is rather tamed compared to home. In fact he rather enjoyed the smell of sweat like this. As it smells like honest hard work, it's something he's missed. It may seem a tad strange, but he rather dislikes the smell of the castles. Always smelling so good, and so fake. But this was real. He wondered how Sylvia was handing all this. If anyone knows what it's like be uprooted from your home, and forced to do something you don't want to do, it's Alastor.
He stopped in his tracks, and turned to his mistress. "Are you ok Mistress?" Al asked with genuine concern, as his eyes darting around the station, as if expecting trouble, which he always does. He hated having to address someone so properly, though he supposes that he could do worse than having to serve Sylvia. He could have been assigned to one of her bastard of a brother. Al clinched his scarf, and began lightly rubbing it.
When Al heard the announcement for the WCU6 from the burly man he instantly turned towards the direction of the man. His eyes narrowed on the man. "This way, apparently, Mistress." He stated as he lead the way towards the car. Al cleared the path through the crowd for Sylvia by pushing people, rather rudely, out of the way. Once they reached the car Al helped Sylvia in before he got in. Inside two were already waiting. From their looks they were Bellamy, and his slave Lucretia. Al's eyes narrowed at Bellamy, with a look of equal disgust, and contempt. He quickly stopped as soon as he realized it. He turned his attention towards his slave, and looked her up and down.
Caterina pushed her way through the throngs of people ambling about the train station. She'd be given the wrong directions twice now, and she still hadn't found the train she was supposed to get on. Some of the draftees around her were complaining about the smell, but Caterina rolled her eyes at this; the prisons and hovels she'd visited to carry out the King's Justice had made the station seem like a breath of fresh air.
After several minutes of struggling through the crowd, Caterina considered pulling down her hood to bank on the fact she was the Headman's Pride to part the sea of people. Then again, it was doubtful that all of these peasants would know what the Headman's Pride looked like. More likely than not, the peasants only knew of the Headman's Pride as a name to scare children. She sighed with this realization; it would be nice if she was more well known as the one who carried out justice and upheld the laws of the land.
As she continued through the station, Caterina thought back to the events that brought her here. Shortly after the death of the late King, the Lords of Tilt began squabbling over who would now rule the Kingdom. She had never particularly cared about supporting any one claimant, but she'd removed those she deemed unworthy to succeed the King. In the end, her pruning had drawn the ire of many lords , and enough of them had banded together to kill her along with many of the former advisers of the King. Only the intervention of powerful lords who either wanted to protect her for a variety of reasons, or have leverage in the future, managed to nail out a compromise to have Caterina go rebel hunting and likely die in the process. Now, the corruption of the Kingdom would have to be dealt by others who still believed in justice and the Royal Family.
Now, thanks to both her previous occupation and her "friends" in the capital, Caterina was the leader of one of the new units drafted up for war. She'd received the dossiers and photographs of the a few nights ago to peruse at her leisure. This motley collection of lords, peasants, and the oh so blessed children were supposed to be here by now, but then again it was a very crowded station. It took her a while to finally reach the train, but she was inwardly relieved to see that some of the members of her unit were starting to arrive. If there were no shows, Western Combat Unit 6 would be under strength and unable to carry out any orders. After getting on the train, she attempted to find the cart or carts that were supposed to hold her unit.
" Cart 14..." she breathed as she looked into each one, looking for just about anyone from her unit. It occurred to her that perhaps she didn't want to sit next to some of them based off of what she had read in the dossier's she'd been given. Shuffling through the stack of papers as she walked, Caterina decided to find the daughter of Lord Fausta; he'd been one of the lords kind of enough to help her get far away from the mess of politics in the capital, so his daughter couldn't be all that bad.
After several minutes of struggling through the crowd, Caterina considered pulling down her hood to bank on the fact she was the Headman's Pride to part the sea of people. Then again, it was doubtful that all of these peasants would know what the Headman's Pride looked like. More likely than not, the peasants only knew of the Headman's Pride as a name to scare children. She sighed with this realization; it would be nice if she was more well known as the one who carried out justice and upheld the laws of the land.
As she continued through the station, Caterina thought back to the events that brought her here. Shortly after the death of the late King, the Lords of Tilt began squabbling over who would now rule the Kingdom. She had never particularly cared about supporting any one claimant, but she'd removed those she deemed unworthy to succeed the King. In the end, her pruning had drawn the ire of many lords , and enough of them had banded together to kill her along with many of the former advisers of the King. Only the intervention of powerful lords who either wanted to protect her for a variety of reasons, or have leverage in the future, managed to nail out a compromise to have Caterina go rebel hunting and likely die in the process. Now, the corruption of the Kingdom would have to be dealt by others who still believed in justice and the Royal Family.
Now, thanks to both her previous occupation and her "friends" in the capital, Caterina was the leader of one of the new units drafted up for war. She'd received the dossiers and photographs of the a few nights ago to peruse at her leisure. This motley collection of lords, peasants, and the oh so blessed children were supposed to be here by now, but then again it was a very crowded station. It took her a while to finally reach the train, but she was inwardly relieved to see that some of the members of her unit were starting to arrive. If there were no shows, Western Combat Unit 6 would be under strength and unable to carry out any orders. After getting on the train, she attempted to find the cart or carts that were supposed to hold her unit.
" Cart 14..." she breathed as she looked into each one, looking for just about anyone from her unit. It occurred to her that perhaps she didn't want to sit next to some of them based off of what she had read in the dossier's she'd been given. Shuffling through the stack of papers as she walked, Caterina decided to find the daughter of Lord Fausta; he'd been one of the lords kind of enough to help her get far away from the mess of politics in the capital, so his daughter couldn't be all that bad.
Out of everything in her life, Fable never expected to be forced into this... stupidity. What a plot twist. In this war, Nova wished nothing more than to dissolve into thin air, and there was no amount of Archer's 'comfort' that could aid such a desperate wish. Her mother and master were now her enemies, and her father? Well... That was a relatively difficult topic. Obviously, it was in favor of the late king, much like---
"--y! Hey!" Archer's voice boomed next to Fable's ear, waiting outside the door of the empty blacksmith house. There wouldn't be anyone inside it for quite awhile besides the neighbor. Her eyes grew cold as she glanced back to it, simply snapping her head back to Archer as they began to walk to Errond Station. "You know, you're going to be fine, Fay..."
What a bunch of--
"Sighh. I know, Archer. You can stop babying me." Sword secured around her body, her pace had picked up as she refused to leave it behind. The white haired adult could only laugh and sprout some nonsense about her dearest possession-- she wasn't exactly the happiest camper.
It sounded like she had made it just in time, as the moment she stepped inside the station, "Western Combat Unit Six, Car 14." rang out. Waving a good bye to her friend shyly, almost, Fable jogged to that of the car, watching as a group of nobles had already entered it. Ahh...
Forcing that of a small smile, the woman took the farthest seat away, her sword right next to her as she pulled it off her back.
"--y! Hey!" Archer's voice boomed next to Fable's ear, waiting outside the door of the empty blacksmith house. There wouldn't be anyone inside it for quite awhile besides the neighbor. Her eyes grew cold as she glanced back to it, simply snapping her head back to Archer as they began to walk to Errond Station. "You know, you're going to be fine, Fay..."
What a bunch of--
"Sighh. I know, Archer. You can stop babying me." Sword secured around her body, her pace had picked up as she refused to leave it behind. The white haired adult could only laugh and sprout some nonsense about her dearest possession-- she wasn't exactly the happiest camper.
It sounded like she had made it just in time, as the moment she stepped inside the station, "Western Combat Unit Six, Car 14." rang out. Waving a good bye to her friend shyly, almost, Fable jogged to that of the car, watching as a group of nobles had already entered it. Ahh...
Forcing that of a small smile, the woman took the farthest seat away, her sword right next to her as she pulled it off her back.
"Repulsive..."
Athena was despondent at this turn of events, She was drafted into a war that she wasn't even concerned about, And was treated the same as the peasants she observes walking and sleeping on the streets, Everyone was managed the same, And it wasn't very nicely at that.
"Hold our papers for a bit, Miss Athena, since I'll be handling our things.", pointed out Mei. Athena looked up at the brunette girl, and replied "Okay then", Before taking the bag from her arms, She immediately regretted her decision, As she barely managed to keep the bag off the ground. Before she was able to get the bag in a comfortable position, Athena was whisked away by Mei, as she frantically motioned Athena to their assigned position.
As Athena sat down, she let out a sigh of relief, "Save the seat beside you for me, alright?". Athena briefly nodded, as she received a pat on her head as a reward. Athena treated Mei as a sister and Mei treated Athena likewise. As she sat down in silence she remembered the rocky relationship Mieke and Athena had at first, Though blooming into a beautiful friendship, Strong enough to be called a sistership, They had their disagreements in the past, As Mei had a lack of drive, No ambition, Athena couldn't stand people that didn't know what to do with their life, As being driven by something is important, Even people with strong talents can find themselves on streets because they didn't know what they were going to accomplish with their abilities, And Mieke was no exception, But as time past, She found herself being rescued from the depths of loneliness from her, Eventually forming into a friendship that can't be broken, And Athena wanted it to stay that way.
But this was war, People come and go all the time, Dead bodies line the battlefield, As the blood forms into a red carpet, Welcoming the next batch of victims to their doom, War is chaos, The strong survive as the weak go into enemy fire and fall, The strong get to stay behind and watch as their aliies drop to the ground. Keeping ties is dangerous, As one death can lead to your own, but that didn't seem to stop Athena from clinging on to what she had left.
Athena would have gone deeper in thought, If Mei didn't return. "Do you recognize anyone, Miss? I'm afraid everyone's a stranger so far." Mei asked as she returned, Athena remembered faces, but didn't remember names, She likes to observe not converse, "Well, not really, You know me, I rather not partake in social activities" Athena replied, Though she did know some people, The pink haired man known as Alastor Helstrum was present, The man who seems to get out of his way, just to anger Athena, Athena admired his strength, But they just didn't seem to get along, She also knew Caterina Straetus, The scythe wielding leader of WCU6, Athena didn't catch her in the cart, but she knew Caterina was present somewhere, As such, Athena also admired her strength, And they were on good terms, She also owes Athena. Athena hopes to use the solid as payment for better treatment.
"Let's try not to make enemies of anyone on the way to there, alright?" , Athena smiled, They both knew full well that Athena believes that rivals are key to improvement of ones skill and status.
"If someone decides to provoke me, I will have no choice, but to strike back"
Still, he had a bone to pick with the one who decided to toss young adults into a war. There was an obvious answer to his issue, though, and he was aware. Young adults are far more capable and expendable than their elders. Plus, no one batted an eye unless it was a noble who died. If Ryelan met his demise in a battle, he’d be held as a martyr and a hero to the country. If Matiz on the other hand was killed, no mention of him would arise. Though, who would put their trust into foolish children? Especially when it was to win a war.
He pinched the bridge of his nose, grumbling softly under his breath as he made his way to see where they were heading. “We’re in Car fourteen, I believe.” He spoke, turning to Matiz so that the other could hear him. He might be able to turn into a weapon but he’s not a solider, too compassionate. His thoughts drifted for a moment, but he didn’t get to completely zone out as a voice rang out, telling them to board the car. He sighed heavily, walking up and entering the cart. There were a few lords’ children in the cart, none whom he had ever been interested in speaking with, but lords nonetheless. The noise of the crowd outside seemed to dim down as he made his way towards a seat that was in a section rather vacant.
Taking off his glasses, the boy cleaned them off quickly, adjusting the pair back over his eyes as he shook his head. As much swordsmanship as he possessed, he still felt like being sent to fight a war was something he shouldn't have to do. “If diplomats are paid for their job, they should be able to stop a war.” He hissed under his breath, glancing over at some girl near them. She was carrying a sword and he snorted softly to himself before looking ahead. This unit was bound to crash and burn.
Matiz Vandenboom
Despite their current predicament, Matiz was somewhat oblivious to the finer details of the situation as he instead opted to awe at their surroundings. ”It’s pretty big, huh?” Eyes fixed to the ceiling above, the boy found himself spinning a little on his heel in a bid to get a much fuller picture of what hung above their heads. Though quite frankly it wasn’t anything special, as some would think, and it was vastly different to the home he was use to. Yet strangely enough, for whatever reason, he was quite captivated for the majority of their time thus far.
“We’re in Car fourteen, I believe.” He heard Ryelan say at that moment, gaining the servants immediate attention as Matiz then directed his gaze to the train he believed was theirs. Though of course, he found himself staring at the wrong one when noticing Ryelan moving himself onto a different one. ”Fourteen… fourteen… uh-huh.” Giving a somewhat lackadaisical shrug of his shoulders lightly, the boy moved one foot in front of the other and formed a gradual pace which led him to the train. Though not necessarily in any hurry to hop-on the train per say, keeping his master company was the only priority Matiz held, and as well as making sure his friend didn’t get into any trouble in his absence.
Upon arriving at one of the doors to the train, Matiz quickly boarded with little difficulty, offering a simple nod and smile to those he passed. ”Hi,” He would greet a handful of people, ”Hey there.” The boy would add as he maneuvered his way along the aisle. Thankfully there wasn’t an overabundance of bodies to move through, though the train was beginning to fill up gradually from what he could notice, but decided to not pay it much attention. Soon after and once spotting the familiar boy that was his master, Matiz strolled over and set a foot up against the seat next to Ryelan.
”I found you ~ ” He said in a slightly sing-song voice, before sliding his hands into his pockets and turning on his heel, and plopping himself down beside Ryelan. Although, not quite content as he was the boy shifted his body at an angle, kicking his legs over the armrest quite leisurely. His back in-turn leaning against the other armrest, as the back of his head brushed lightly against Ryelan. ”Hey, I’m kinda’ hungry. You think we’ll eat soon?” Matiz asked, clearly more concerned for his own gut than what was happening on around them. However, when catching the look the other boy had given a girl who sat nearby them, Matiz dropped his head back a little to stare up at his friend.
”You ok?” He asked with visible concern. ”Hey, now. Whatever happens we’ll tough it out together and we’ll show ‘em all who’s the best guys here in this bunch, huh? Which is us, by the way.” He smiled up to his friend for reassurance, all the while wondering where they'll end up next.
Amidst the chaos that was the train station, an air of nervousness and sweat was almost asphyxiating to the little noble named Sylvaria. Of course she was anxious, as to the fact that both she and Alastor are going into combat, though she was calm since she'd hopefully be away from her brothers and instead with Alastor, her servant. Yet there was another problem which Sylvia put to the back of her mind, only to let it nag at her is how she had the combat abilities of a fluffy bunny, a white fluffy bunny that cannot do any harm to people, but she had one thing setting her aside from other nobles and even blessed children, she could be a medic to those whom would need it.
Though something had drawn her from her thoughts, Alastor had turned and asked her a question,
"Are you ok Mistress?" his voice cut through the mayhem that was caused by the other nobles, she wasn't fond of them, though brushed the thought aside, and replied with her usual kind tone,
"Yes, Alastor. Thank you for asking." she smiled, it wasn't like smiling was rare for her, but her smile was because of her interaction with Alastor. Though her mind had blanked as she heard her name announced, and then heard the unit she was in, "Western Combat Unit 6" was it's name, and she only had one true thought, I-I'm actually going into combat? It wasn't like she was a coward, but more scared of the fact, it caused the anxiety to well up in her chest and almost choked her as it welled in her throat, she followed Alastor as he said something, though she didn't quite hear him.
Soon she and Alastor reached the train they were to get on, she thanked him as she got on, and looked at the others, some whom she recognized, One being Bellamy and his servant Lucretia, another whom Sylvia knew as Athena and her servant, whom was unnamed to Sylvia, though there were others, two whom she didn't know of, though with a gentle smile, she bowed a bit and spoke to those in the car with her, since she doubted that she was well known, even if she was the second daughter of a Duke, "Hello, I'm Sylvaria Matthas. You can just call me Sylvia, and this is Alastor, my..." even so much as saying the word "Servant" was difficult for her, since it suggested that he was under her. Though she continued none the less; "My servant. It's a pleasure to meet you all" she had taken a breath knowing the word had tasted like vinegar, though it was the best word for the time in sylvia's mind.
"Sorry!....Not really."
"Hey!"
"Watch it!"
"You little....!"
As the agile prankster pushed his way through the crowded station, he did not seem to apologize nor look back for even a second, as he did not have time on his side. It was an unfortunate fact that Klein tended to stay up reading books or planning out pranks the day before and this time it had been another book. One about war, fittingly, though that is to be expected since he was just forced into one. Despite his best efforts, however, he could only think of the draft as tedious. He would have to go to war and put effort into survival? Why? Because he pulled a joke on some guards? No, that wasn't the case. He knew he would have been drafted regardless, this just simply changed a 99% to a 100%.
Despite his best efforts into avoiding people as much as he could, Klein found it impossible not to nearly knock someone over or at least bump into them whilst also keeping at a quicker pace. To say the place was crowded was more or less an understatement, what with a small army of people present here to... well, become an army. Klein's 'kill count' while dashing through them had long since reached the point where he lost count, but perhaps he could figure it out by the sound of angry shouting and the sort? He wasn't about to go ahead and find out.
"14, 14, 14, 14, 14, 14, 14, 14!" he repeated to himself, knocking over a younger man who, as expected, angrily shook his fist and yelled possibly some profanities towards him. Yet again, Klein failed to bother to look behind him or apologize as he was too focused on....
....
....
....
....Blonde...?
*BAM*
Distracted for a mere moment as something golden entered his sight, Klein had unintentionally ran into a random man who was much, much bigger than he and was knocked on his bottom with a resounding thud, followed by a groan from himself. Shaking his head, he glanced up at the man who simply gave him an angry glare and returned to what he was doing as if Klein was but a small fly - which he essentially was due to the size difference - who was not worth his time. Lucky Klein. Although that did not stop his rear from hurting, it did give him time to look up and notice that what had caught his attention was some beautiful noble girl whom had stolen every bit of concentration from him as he gazed upon her. To do this was quite a feat for a random noble as until this point Klein could only just nod and admit a girl looked pretty - there's never been a situation where he actually needed to admire it. It was after a few moments of him just blankly staring at the girl that Klein finally came back to his sense and, still on his butt from the fall, muttered to himself about being late.
Shoot! The last train I noticed was 10, so I'm so close! Unfortunately I can't look at her forever, I need to get to---
And then he noticed it. "....14...?"
Car 14|All Aboard|9:00 AM
Lucretia tightened her grip on Bellamy's hand at the mention of his curse. She wished he didn't have such a burden. Then, he was only a child determined to help his mother. Now... She glanced at him. "Yes, sir. Something great is approaching. I believe it might be the opportunity we have been waiting for," she responded in the quiet polite tone she always seemed to have. She watched the other passengers shuffle in and was surprised by how small the group was. Her heart sank. An army of children. How many of them would die? Her grip on Bellamy's hand tightened more. "My Lord, you need to promise me you'll stay safe. Your plans are much too important for you to leave this world behind."
She wanted. No, she needed him to promise her. In comparison to his life, hers was useless. Nothing more than a stepping stone for the greater good of the world. She finally turned to look at him, violet eyes dancing with curiosity and hope. She didn't take her gaze off of him for a second. There was too much riding on this simple promise.
The train lurched forward with a loud and mighty growl that gave Lucretia goosebumps. She didn't like machines. They were too empty and impossible to read. Even now, she could hear the thrum of hearts beating around her, including Bellamy's. A soft, steady beat that meant he was alive and healthy. For now, he was still here.
"Allow me to pave the way. . ."
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As people filtered into the train,Bellamy wasn't pleased with the looks of most of them. He figured at least two of them didn't much care for others at all. Granted, most people would say that about Bellamy as well, but they'd be very wrong. He did care, or at least he cared for Lucretia.
Feeling her grip tighten on his hand Bellamy looked down into her violet eyes, they were burning with something, and it made Bellamy smile a bit.
"Yes, sir. Something great is approaching. I believe it might be the opportunity we have been waiting for," With her answer to his question, Bellamy nodded thoughtfully. He knew she only wanted him to achieve his goals and for him to remain happy and healthy, if even possible.
"My Lord, you need to promise me you'll stay safe. Your plans are much too important for you to leave this world behind." As Lucretia looked at him, her eyes pleaded him to just say 'I promise' but he wasn't certain he could. Looking down, refusing to meet her expectant gaze, Bellamy spoke softly just loud enough for Lucretia to hear.
"I cannot fully promise that to you. You of all people should know that my plans won't be able to set into motion without your aid Lucy," Bellamy then looked up at her, his eyes burning with passion, his cursed eye turning bright red. "But, I do promise this. . . I will achieve my goals, and you will sit beside me as Queen. That I swear." Bellamy meant every word of that. He intended to keep Lucretia beside him for the rest of his days if she'd have him. She would be his Queen, a right-hand in all his dealings, a solid rock to support him. In turn for that, Bellamy would protect her however he could and keep her happy.
Feeling her grip tighten on his hand Bellamy looked down into her violet eyes, they were burning with something, and it made Bellamy smile a bit.
"Yes, sir. Something great is approaching. I believe it might be the opportunity we have been waiting for," With her answer to his question, Bellamy nodded thoughtfully. He knew she only wanted him to achieve his goals and for him to remain happy and healthy, if even possible.
"My Lord, you need to promise me you'll stay safe. Your plans are much too important for you to leave this world behind." As Lucretia looked at him, her eyes pleaded him to just say 'I promise' but he wasn't certain he could. Looking down, refusing to meet her expectant gaze, Bellamy spoke softly just loud enough for Lucretia to hear.
"I cannot fully promise that to you. You of all people should know that my plans won't be able to set into motion without your aid Lucy," Bellamy then looked up at her, his eyes burning with passion, his cursed eye turning bright red. "But, I do promise this. . . I will achieve my goals, and you will sit beside me as Queen. That I swear." Bellamy meant every word of that. He intended to keep Lucretia beside him for the rest of his days if she'd have him. She would be his Queen, a right-hand in all his dealings, a solid rock to support him. In turn for that, Bellamy would protect her however he could and keep her happy.
Alastor folded his arms, and visibly became uncomfortable at the mention of him being Sylvia's servent. Sure, he is, but still even now it's a bitter pill for him to swallow. 'Why intoduce me as a servent? In makes me sound like a maid. Why not call me a bodyguard if you don't want to use the word slave?' Al thought to himself as he made sure everything that Sylvia, and he brought onboard was put away. "Call me Al if you wish. I've also been called Hellstorm as well." Alastor rather half heartedly added to Sylvia's introduction. Hellstorm was a little nickname that Al got when he was first brought in for being a Blessed Child. It was something meant to remind Alastor that he's a monster. But honestly he's taken a shine to it. He wasn't sure if any of them had heard of his nickname before or not.
Al took a seat next to a window, and watched as they pulled out of the station. Once they left Al looked up, and around at all his new 'comrades'. He knew of them all from dossier that have been provided to him by his rebel contacts. He only had the most basic of information of them. Mostly just psychological profiles, things that could provide him with a edge when deceiving them. Al then glanced over at Sylvia. He felt so guilty for deceiving her, as she's the closest thing to a friend he's had for a long time. And yet when she needed him the most he wasn't there. When she was forced into this unit he was out meeting with a contact. And by the time he found out he was too afraid to do something. He feared of what would happen to his family if tried to do anything. No, the only solution he could think of was to allow her be drafted, and protect her in battle. Not to mention the added benefit of being on the frontline for the rebels.
"Mistress...I'm sorry." Al whispered to Sylvia. "I....should have done something to protect you. I was just...afraid. Al added. "Just...stay in my sights, and I promise no harm will come to you Mistress. I will do everything in my power to make up for failing you." Al ordered with a look of determination that made every word even more sincere. While he did mean his words, the intention of them is more than just a mere apology. While he normally wouldn't speak like this to anyone 'above his station', but when it comes to Sylvia's safety he doesn't do this song and dance.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, he sunk down slightly into his seat. He had been mostly ignoring Matiz until the other glanced over at him and he sighed softly. The other was rather composed, but Ryelan doubted he realized the severity of what was to happen to them. They were being shoved into a bloody war, after all, and here was his friend thinking more about food than anything else.
”Hey, now. Whatever happens we’ll tough it out together and we’ll show ‘em all who’s the best guys here in this bunch, huh? Which is us, by the way.” As his friend spoke up, Ryelan chuckled softly, the ghost of a grin slipped on his lips, though it was fleeting. “You never fail to improve one’s mood, Matiz.” As he spoke to his friend, his voice didn’t really reach the sincerity of the praise and it fell a bit flat. He was worried of the outcome of this war. The idea of death didn’t really suit him. His attention was shifted elsewhere though as some Duke’s daughter announced herself and her Blessed Child as her servant. Technically they were, but Ryelan had always made a point to introduce Matiz by his name and nothing more. Little details like their standing were rather useless, in his opinion.
The boy with her introduced himself as Al, or Hellstorm, which got a snort out of Ryelan. He shook his head to himself, finding the nickname rather laughable. Just what we need, some pink-haired punk with an edgy nickname. The girl with him didn’t look like she’d be able to hold her weight. He knew of her, at least he knew her father. Ryelan’s father was influential and while Ryelan himself never dealt much with the other families, his parents friends were constantly over.
Turning back to face in front of him, he rested his chin onto the palm of his hand, closing his eyes and sighing softly.
“Say, Matiz?” He tilted his head slightly, looking over at his friend and letting a smile tug at his lips. “How are you feeling? I can’t have you breaking down on me.” His tone was uninterested but his gaze flickered over back at his friend, genuinely concerned with his wellbeing. While the other was daft, Ryelan felt that the other might be more level-headed about their situation. He seemed pretty unfazed about it all, lazily laying in his seat. Ryelan turned his attention to in front of him once more, closing his eyes and smirking.
"Tedious..."
There seemed to be some action going on in the train, Like Athena said, Keeping ties is dangerous, But it seemed the people in the train, COMPLETELY!, disregarded everything in that very sentence. Or at least one person, Sylvaria Matthas, The master of Alastor, Since Fire-man was completely devoted to Sylvaria, She was at least well, known to Athena, Although it is understandable if she is unrecognized by most. Her medical skills were impressive, But they weren't something that people in the kingdom usually talked about, They would either talk about, Sword-Man or Skinny-Man, For lack of a better nickname.
Ryelan Maricon, Also known as Sword-Man, or was pointy objects-man better? Apparently, One of the Best Swordsmen in the kingdom, His family is well-known, So Athena is well-informed about him, But she has never met him in person, for obvious reasons that will remain un-mentioned. His father is a legendary swordsmen, And he should be no exception.
Bellamy Noihaus, Though skinny-man would work just fine, As that is his body type. He might suppress Athena in terms of intelligence, So he kind of bothers Athena, Keeping her distance seems to be the only way to still be able to maintain her dominance, Which left a bitter taste in Athena's mouth.
The rest of the people residing on the train didn't come close to interesting, Athena was always fond of big names, And seeing of the owners could live up to them.
She was still waiting for Ms. Straetos to rescue her from this disgusting, poor-excuse of a train, She knew full well that if she became a foot-solider, She would get killed before the battle even started, She liked it better behind the action, Not in front of it, Calculations were the only thing that Athena had pride in, Not fighting.
For lack of a better word
She was scared
It was a emotion she kept well, Even now, But it seemed one person would always find a way to empathize with her, "Are you hungry?, Athena promptly asked Mei, As a poor attempt to cover what she was feeling.
After a while, Caterina noticed that most of her unit had trickled into the Cart, largely arriving by pairs. She recognized a few of the noble children from having seem them at some social function or another, but she had to glance back at her dossiers to recognize the Fae-infected children and the civilians who had been drafted. Just by glancing at the motley crew, Caterina was already starting to have reservations about all of them surviving.
Beside the one called Mattress (or was it Matiz? It was hard to remember the magic touched children's names.) , all of them were glaring at each other and seemed downright hostile in some cases. The up and coming lords seemed to all be judging each other and their slaves with eyes Caterina had come to recognize as ones that were calculating the usefulness of another. She sighed to herself; it might have been easier to just attempt to get involved in the power struggle in the Capital. At least she wouldn't need to deal with a mob of children. In fact, two of the members weren't even talking with anyone else but each other, and seemed to be very close to each other. If her memory served her correctly, it was Bellamy and Lucretia, a pair that her dossiers had barely any information on except vague comments about blood magic.
Shortly after she finished appraising the ones had already arrived, the train lurched forward and Caterina nearly fell. It would have been embarrassing if she hadn't manage to catch herself ; the King knows how the unit would react to that. Noting that one of the draftees hadn't shown up with an x on the sheet, she found a seat by Athena and sat down. Her first thought was that Athena was much smaller and younger then she had been led to believe, and was a little unsettled by this. Caterina shifted through the dossiers to start seeing who she could appoint as her second, but decided it could wait for later. In the given situation, she should more likely than not start talking to her new subordinates.
" Hello Lady Fausta. I must extend my thanks to your father for helping me get into this oh so...lovely...unit." She gave a brief glance of acknowledgment to the slave beside Athena and returned her focus onto Athena.
Beside the one called Mattress (or was it Matiz? It was hard to remember the magic touched children's names.) , all of them were glaring at each other and seemed downright hostile in some cases. The up and coming lords seemed to all be judging each other and their slaves with eyes Caterina had come to recognize as ones that were calculating the usefulness of another. She sighed to herself; it might have been easier to just attempt to get involved in the power struggle in the Capital. At least she wouldn't need to deal with a mob of children. In fact, two of the members weren't even talking with anyone else but each other, and seemed to be very close to each other. If her memory served her correctly, it was Bellamy and Lucretia, a pair that her dossiers had barely any information on except vague comments about blood magic.
Shortly after she finished appraising the ones had already arrived, the train lurched forward and Caterina nearly fell. It would have been embarrassing if she hadn't manage to catch herself ; the King knows how the unit would react to that. Noting that one of the draftees hadn't shown up with an x on the sheet, she found a seat by Athena and sat down. Her first thought was that Athena was much smaller and younger then she had been led to believe, and was a little unsettled by this. Caterina shifted through the dossiers to start seeing who she could appoint as her second, but decided it could wait for later. In the given situation, she should more likely than not start talking to her new subordinates.
" Hello Lady Fausta. I must extend my thanks to your father for helping me get into this oh so...lovely...unit." She gave a brief glance of acknowledgment to the slave beside Athena and returned her focus onto Athena.
Car 14|Railway To Hell|9:03
The comotion on the train was... annoying, for lack of a better word. No one would be able to tell from the passive expression on Lucretia's face though. She had fought down her small blush and was staring down at Bellamy's hand in hers. This was a war, a fact no one really seemed to realize except for Bellamy, Lucretia, and grim-faced Miss Straetus. Yes, Lucretia knew all about the Headman's Pride and her hatred of the Fae. It was true. In society, most saw the Blessed as nothing more than vermin. That was one evil Lucretia was sure Bellamy would rid the world of.
Lucretia was silent as she listened to the mechanical hum of the train, mixing with the natural thrum of the hearts of those around her. The quickened heartbeat of a small girl barely approaching thirteen, her fear as clear as the seat across from her. A young boy, his heartbeat strong and pure, unweighed by the horror of war. Most of the hearts beat steadily, fearful yet prepared for the war to come. A sudden hunger overcame her and Lucretia blocked out the sound. She dearly hoped that the Blessed wouldn't be forced to show off their magic. It was dangerous for them.
The only beat left was Bellamy's. Bellamy, the one person in the corrupted world that she couldn't hurt for more reasons that one. Heer fingers found their way to her mouth and she knawed on the quietly. It was a terrible habit to be sure, but it calmed her in a way.
"Allow me to pave the way. . ."
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Bellamy sat observing all those around him and Lucretia. Her heartbeat was troubled, he could feel it in her palm. Looking up intensely over to the small girl. She practically was radiating fear, terrified of what to come. Truly unprepared for war. The swordsman and his partner, probably more suited for war, yet totally unknown to them was struggle. They mucked about without a care, maybe it was all a facade, hiding their true fear. Bellamy however, unlike most, wasn't afraid. He was shaking however, with pure anticipation and excitement. Once he became king, he'd let out the order to hunt down and destroy the dark fae, then he'd free the good fae allowing them to roam freely once more.
Bellamy would also decree that the Blessed children were to be honored, honored for their service and honored as fae-blessed. The fae were Bellamy's obsession, he knew he had a problem, a problem he intended to fix. Watching the young girl who stank of fear, Bellamy's purple eyes bore into her. His voice low as he addressed her.
"Madam. . . Fausta correct? I have heard of you. Please don't fear. This war will end swiftly. Then you can return somewhat unharmed to your home." Bellamy had meant for it to calm her, he didn't want her to fly off into some sort of fear-enduced madness. Which Bellamy had seen first-hand. Although he realized she didn't have much hope in this war, he prayed her Blessed was strong enough to protect the young lady.
He also hoped the duo had enough sense to stay out of his way.
Bellamy would also decree that the Blessed children were to be honored, honored for their service and honored as fae-blessed. The fae were Bellamy's obsession, he knew he had a problem, a problem he intended to fix. Watching the young girl who stank of fear, Bellamy's purple eyes bore into her. His voice low as he addressed her.
"Madam. . . Fausta correct? I have heard of you. Please don't fear. This war will end swiftly. Then you can return somewhat unharmed to your home." Bellamy had meant for it to calm her, he didn't want her to fly off into some sort of fear-enduced madness. Which Bellamy had seen first-hand. Although he realized she didn't have much hope in this war, he prayed her Blessed was strong enough to protect the young lady.
He also hoped the duo had enough sense to stay out of his way.
"Yay....My savior has arrived..."
Athena mumbled nonchalantly, Her fear was still present, But the big man...Errrr, Woman has arrived, to deliver Athena from her misery of being stuck with a bunch of hotheaded idiots, Athena's fear slightly subsided at the thought of safety from the dangers of war, She turned to Caterina and promptly greeted her, "Hello Miss Straetus, There is no need for formal greetings, We are in a war, Aren't we? Athena replied. Athena knew that Caterina owed her, Athena thought a bit about some demands, She needed to make a solid, count, Doesn't she?
Mei was unexpectedly quiet, Athena expected her to say something to Caterina, because of the look of disgust that was shot at Mei by her, However she may be just as scared as Athena is, or...Was. Athena was just as scared as Mei was...But not because of the unavoidable war, But because of Mei's Silence. Was she worried about me? ,Thoughts of distraught flooded Athena's head.
Before Athena could even think of speaking, A skeletal man walked over to Athena, It was Bellamy Noihaus himself, And his servent, "Madam. . . Fausta correct? I have heard of you. Please don't fear. This war will end swiftly. Then you can return somewhat unharmed to your home.", Athena was flustered, She can't keep acting like little kid, She was THE Athena Fausta, Heir to one of the most successful and kindest lords in the the kingdom, She wouldn't be outdone by Skinny man, "Oh? Was that sarcasm in your voice? Sarcasm...is one of the things I dislike the most, Sarcasm is only used when the speaker is applying his dominance, Are you?"
"Are you hungry?" With how close they had gotten, Mei understood that it wasn't really out of concern for her that her mistress asked the question. It was something to fill the air in an attempt to distract herself. The brunette shook her head, turning her attention to the newcomer in the train who'd taken a seat beside Athena. Apparently, the two knew each other. She remained silent, choosing not to comment on the blatantly disrespectful glance. It indicated Caterina didn't think much of her; or any of the other Blessed, if her observations proved correct. Instead, she let Athena carry on the conversation by herself. Mei wasn't all that certain Athena hadn't rubbed off on her; encouraging the tension between her and Straetus wouldn't be at all beneficial.
A man with dark brown hair and disconcerting violet eyes spoke, and Mei could only feel more drained. No one in this train had proven the friendly sort at all; just how did they expect them all to work as a cohesive unit? Especially with the ostentatious airs that some of the others put up. She kept an ear on the conversation, giving Athena a look at her response to Noihaus. Truthfully, Mei had nothing to contribute to the conversation. But she felt she needed to act before the tensions grew worse.
She lightly coughed, intending to catch the attention of those around her. It's not like she knew everyone's names anyway. "Does anyone want tea? I placed some in a jug with disposable cups, as well as biscuits for the haul ahead." A polite smile plastered itself onto her face, and while it looked a little forced, Mei simply meant to diffuse the situation.
A man with dark brown hair and disconcerting violet eyes spoke, and Mei could only feel more drained. No one in this train had proven the friendly sort at all; just how did they expect them all to work as a cohesive unit? Especially with the ostentatious airs that some of the others put up. She kept an ear on the conversation, giving Athena a look at her response to Noihaus. Truthfully, Mei had nothing to contribute to the conversation. But she felt she needed to act before the tensions grew worse.
She lightly coughed, intending to catch the attention of those around her. It's not like she knew everyone's names anyway. "Does anyone want tea? I placed some in a jug with disposable cups, as well as biscuits for the haul ahead." A polite smile plastered itself onto her face, and while it looked a little forced, Mei simply meant to diffuse the situation.
Lucretia watched the exchange in silence, dropping her fingernails away from her mouth. She knew that Bellamy actually did care about Miss Fausta's well-being, if only a little. It was rude of her to think otherwise. She turned her attention to the Blessed servant next to Miss Fasta and offered her a small, polite smile. "Some tea would be wonderful, thank you," she glanced at Miss Fausta once more. "My Lord meant no harm, Miss. If he meant to be sarcastic, I'm afraid it would be much to obvious. I'm Lucretia and this is my Master, Bellamy. I'm afraid I am not entirely sure about your names?"
Her smile never faltered and she squeezed Bellamy's hand as if to say that it was more useful to make allies than enemies in this current situation. In war, you were never certain if you needed a comrade, one that would help you rather than stab you in the back to save their own skin. Lucretia waited patiently for any reply, hoping that she had said the rightt words to diffuse the growing tension. She knew that the Blessed girl was undoutedly uncomfortable, as was Lucretia. She did not like conflict much.
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