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Ariadnê Spyros

"Some people go their whole lives without ever finding the thing they'll live and die for. Unlucky I might be, but at least I have that knowledge."

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a character in “Seeds”, originally authored by Verdandi, as played by RolePlayGateway

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« I wanted to ask you, who I was and what I meant. It was a question about my history, but also... a question about who I could have been, without you. And suddenly I realized: I just wasn't that interested in the answer. I am who I decide to become, and that's what matters. »


Faith Healer | Blaqk Audio
My Skin | Natalie Merchant


Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ ◆ Hakaze Kusaribe ❘ Pᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴇᴅ Bʏ ◇ Verdandi


Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ◆ #F16D7E ❘ Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ◇ #FBAF5A


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FULL NAME
⌊Ariadnê Spyros⌉
⌊AH • ree • ahd • nay ❘ Absolute Purity⌉
⌊SPEE • rōs ❘ Spirit⌉


TITLE(S)
⌊Aria | Ari⌉

GENDER
⌊Female⌉

AGE
⌊20⌉

SEED
⌊Dragonsblood Lily ● False Seed ● Inner Power; Purity; Innocence⌉

ROLE
⌊Knight of Ankáthia, the Weald⌉

SEXUALITY
⌊Demisexual | Panromantic⌉

NATIONALITY
⌊Unknown ● Appears mostly European⌉


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When you look at me, what do you see? A wildling, savage and untameable? Am I something ugly, covered in brambles and thorns, to be burned until nothing remains but my ash? You would not be the first to think so.
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HEIGHT ❖ WEIGHT
⌊5'8" ● 124 lbs⌉

HAIR COLOR
⌊Just what color is it? People seldom seem to agree. Some see in it a flush-pink, the color of roses and the cheeks of demure maidens. Others see an orange cream, citrusy and soft at once. It’s been variously called salmon, coral, rose, blush, red, orange, sunrise, and just about anything else in the spectrum. Ariadnê herself doesn’t seem to have an opinion on what color it is, and is likely as anything to shrug if asked. The length of it is enough to touch her waist, the individual hairs fine but numerous enough to give it a very thick appearance overall. There is little by way of wave or curl to it at all, even when wet. The way it shines in the sun is really quite something, like the glimmer of silk thread. It’s just as soft, to be sure.⌉

EYE COLOR
⌊Human beings are not supposed to have red eyes. Then again, perhaps she isn’t so human anymore. The brilliant irises in either socket are a startling ruby color, recognizable as such even from quite a distance. There is no mistaking them for a ruddy brown, nor amber or even the rare, but possible, violet. No, they are something unique unto themselves, ringed thickly with luxuriant eyelashes and set under thin, shapely brows.⌉

SKIN TONE
⌊What was once the fair porcelain of someone who had lived a life mostly indoors has since gained some sun, primarily due to her current location and lifestyle. While she is still rather on the alabaster side of things, there is a reasonable dose of peach and pink to her complexion now, along with the faintest hints of golden tan. Notably, she has freckles on her shoulders and arms. Not many, more like a light dusting, but they are nevertheless present.⌉

FACIAL MARKINGS
⌊There is nothing present on Ariadnê’s face by way of blemish—indeed her complexion is almost unnaturally flawless in this respect. Given the fact that she’s in the outdoors constantly, she may come away from her pursuits with a bit of dirt here or there, of course, but nothing that can’t be wiped away.⌉

SCARS ❖ BIRTHMARKS ❖ ETC.↩
⌊She does not seem to have acquired any scars, something rather attributable to her abilities, perhaps. By way of birthmarks, there is one. On her lower back rests a patch of skin much paler than the rest, one that does not seem to tan at all no matter how much sun there is about. It is shaped like a five-petaled flower, or perhaps a star.⌉

GENERAL APPEARANCE
⌊Scarcely could there be said to be a more striking woman. From her coloration to her shape to such details as her bearing and her voice, Ariadnê is the picture of the unusual and the exotic, even. Crowned with hair the color of something soft and not-quite-comparable, the luxuriant locks cascade over her shoulders to her waist, save the occasions when they are pulled into a ponytail or a braid, to keep them well out of the way. Her eyes, slightly slanted upwards at the corners, are hypersaturated with their carmine hue, glittering after the manner of cut gems. Curtained by soft, feminine lashes, there is something steady in them, something old-souled and wise beyond her youthful years. One gets the impression from studying her long enough that there is much more to her than there initially seems, but it is extremely difficult to get a read on her.

Her figure is one made lean, long, and sturdy by the rigors of combat and exercise, giving her the svelte, slinky muscle of the forest’s predatory cats. She can indeed remind one of a tiger, for the silence of her movements and the fluid, deadly grace with which she moves, unconsciously and without the need to calculate. Indeed, for all that she is opaque even to those that know her best, she does not seem in any way to have constructed a front, to wear a mask, or to deceive. Nothing about her is artifice, nothing is unnatural, and it is all the more intriguing for that. Her figure is a full one, in the sense that genetics have gifted her with an ample bust, shapely hips, and very long, well-muscled legs to carry her considerable height with an unstudied elegance.

Beautiful seems too pedestrian a term for her. Paintings can be beautiful, for all their lack of real life. Pretty is wholly inadequate, used to describe a range of people and things that hold comparatively little fascination. Sensual is accurate, but only to a point. She does not in any way attempt to be so, and indeed there is something about her that seems to lack the sexuality that characterizes those who make effort at their attractiveness. The sensuality that she could be said to have is not one she seems at all aware of, which disqualifies most uses of the word. There is, perhaps, no one word that’s quite right to describe what she is, and perhaps there does not need to be. She is vital, she is strong, she is exquisite, she is possessed of delicate features and unusual allure, and that is perhaps the closest sense language can get over her.

Some things are better felt or seen than said, after all.⌉


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She with the simplest words may be she with the most complex thoughts.
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PERSONALITY
§ Thoughtful § Inscrutable § Loyal § Generous § Tender § Multifaceted §

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⌠The wise man speaks because he has something to say. The fool, because he must say something.⌡
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⌊Ariadnê is definitely not the easiest person to pin down. First impressions tend to vary, and in some sense, depend upon the traits of the other person involved. Impatient people, or those quick to jump to conclusions, will usually pass over her as simple, quiet, boring, because the things about her that prove otherwise are not right there on her sleeve for any cursory glance to take in. For the more patient or perceptive, there is something greater to be gained—and the first impression she will usually give is of someone deeply thoughtful, reflective and inclined to internalize rather than emote when it comes to her feelings. She is not deceptive—she will not intentionally hide how she feels about something by attempting to remain stoic or wearing a false smile, but her emotions are displayed in ways that, while genuine, are subtle, and the slightest change in her visage, while it may be inconsequential for another, may well speak volumes in her case.

She is always studying things, carefully taking them in, allowing herself the time to ponder and contemplate before deciding how she feels or thinks about something. She is not the type to venture a hasty first opinion, but when she does speak, one can be sure that she has thought very carefully about the matter at hand for as much time as she believes necessary to get the best grip on every factor and needful nuance. She is wise, this girl, in a way that is belied by her humble years in the world. It can be very difficult to discern her thoughts unless she chooses to offer them, or unless one has long enough practice in interpreting her spare gestures.

That said, there are things that can get her emoting on a more ordinary level, things that will raise her hackles and draw her ire. Most easy among these things is to threaten what she holds dear in a way that she takes to be legitimate. Idle threats do not sway her, but her sense of loyalty is very deep, and representing genuine danger to what she is loyal to will have her snapping like the hound so many believe her to be. Simply put, do not do anything in an attempt to harm Aurel, his forest-dwellers, or the innocent plants and animals that make their home in the weald, and there is nothing at all to fear from Aria. Otherwise… she can be quite fearsome indeed.

She is generous with her time and her efforts, wholehearted in everything she does, even if it does not necessarily seem that way. People are used to genuineness and generosity being paired with a certain kind of outward earnest enthusiasm, but they come apart in Ariadnê’s case, because she lacks that sort of go-getter attitude while retaining the diligence and honesty that are hallmarks of such people. She is never obnoxious, never ostentatious, and as such, her devotion may not be obvious, even to those who have the largest measure of it. Where she often refrains in words, she shows her true allegiance in her deeds, thinking little of putting her own life on the line to protect what she cares about.

There is a kind of deep innocence to her, an almost ignorant naïveté at odds with her wisdom. It is as though the idea that she might be other than this, that she might live her life selfishly, or lie, or anything like that, has simply never occurred to her as an option. She has never seen a reason not to give of herself so wholly as she does, and perhaps part of the reason for that is that few enough people notice her doing it that fewer still have ever attempted to take advantage of all she has to offer. Most often, the things that Aria does for other people go unnoticed, or at least uncredited—she is sharp enough to perceive a problem and skilled enough to fix it before most will have ever noticed that it could become a problem at all. If no one notices, no one remarks, and she is unhindered in her continued efforts to do the same again.

This is, of course, not to say that no one notices Ariadnê—she is impossible to miss, looking like she does and being as she is. But the fact of the matter is that most people do not expect of her the traits that she actually has, and so they do not know to look for them. In some ways, she is a distorted mirror—what a person sees in her usually says more about them than it really does about her. She shows no sign of minding that… or is it only that no one knows to check with her and see?⌉

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Living for others is living the only way I know how.
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LIKES
The Outdoors ◊ ↣ Having spent most of her early years confined to one room, she rather enjoys having the freedom to go where she pleases, and nothing matches the feeling of the breeze in her hair.
Animals ◊ ↣ Given her sort of primitive animal empathy, it is unsurprising that she sees a lot more to them than most people do. She loathes the thought of doing harm to them, and is in fact a vegetarian. She doesn't impose this requirement on others, of course, though the smell of cooking meat does make her feel mildly ill, and she will usually avoid it.
Swimming ◊ ↣ There is something about the water, to be sure. It was one of the first "survival" skills she picked up, as it was the most fun to learn.
Music ◊ ↣ Though she lacks the skills to play an instrument, she is a naturally-gifted singer. Even her speaking voice has a certain lyrical quality to it, in fact.


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DISLIKES
The Army ◆ ↣ Unsurprising, considering the fact that they are known to attack her friends and those she cares about, to say nothing of the forest animal protectors they will thoughtlessly slaughter to do so.
Excessive Heat ◆ ↣ She tends to be susceptible to heat exhaustion unless she takes time to cool off regularly. She also generally maintains relative distance from open flames of any kind. It's not bad enough to be a fear, really, but it is somewhat significant.
Fighting ◆ ↣ Oh, she's good at it, and forced to do rather a lot of it, really. But she has no desire for it, and takes no pride in her skill and efficiency.
The King ◆ ↣ It is a long, complicated story, but her disdain for the King is bound up and woven very tightly with Aurel's hatred as well.

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HABITS ❖ QUIRKS
Solitude ◊ ↣ When interaction becomes too much, she will go off to be by herself for a while, but she doesn't like being alone for too long.
Formal Speech ◊ ↣ While not wordy, she is more stilted and polite in her speech than most people.
Practice ◊ ↣ While she tries to avoid her power, she practices her other skills almost daily.
Berry-Picker ◊ ↣ Tends to eat like a grazer, by collecting nuts, berries and the like throughout the day and eating them as she goes along. Her lips are often stained red by raspberries, her favorites.


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STRENGTHS
Combat ◆ ↣ A natural, practiced combatant with experience in a wide variety of situations.
Intelligence ◆ ↣ Naturally an inquisitive mind, with much to offer anyone seeking advice.
Powers ◆ ↣ They have a decent variety of applications, making them more useful than most.
Patience ◆ ↣ She's usually not one to lose her cool, and that has advantages.


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WEAKNESSES
Ignorance ◊ ↣ Her circumstances mean she isn't always good at interpreting emotional or social signals from others.
Education ◊ ↣ While very intelligent, Ariadnê did not receive a formal education. She knows how to read and such, and her history is pretty good, but there are several subjects on which she has no knowledge at all.
Loyalty ◊ ↣ Want to derail her plans, patience, and most of her collectedness? Put someone she cares about in danger.
Mercy ◊ ↣ She has serious issues doing harm, even to people who pose a serious danger to her. She will, but it's difficult.


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FEARS
The Room ◆ ↣ There is a specific place to which Aria knows she must one day return. This doesn't mean she wants to.
Confinement ◆ ↣ Spend most of your life locked away and see if you like it.
Death ◆ ↣ Not her own. But hers. Or, perhaps worse, his. To some extent, the death of anyone she cares about.


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SECRETS
Feelings ◊ ↣ For most of her life, she has seen Aurel as her only friend or almost like a brother. Lately, though, she is unsure if that is accurate anymore. She isn't quite sure what that means, if anything.
Invisible Scars ◊ ↣ Ariadnê's exceptional healing abilities hide a lot of old injuries.
Incompleteness ◊ ↣ She feels that she isn't a whole person, really, but only a hollow shell of one.
Innocence ◊ ↣ Aria has never lived anything close to a normal life, and it has left her ignorant of a large number of "normal" things. She tries not to make this too obvious, but she often does not understand why people behave the way they do.

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Dominion over the forces of vitality and decay... who ever thought it was a good idea to create such a thing?
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V I T A K I N E S I S
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⌠Invigoration and decay, with nothing more than a touch.⌡
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⌊Slightly misnamed, in a sense, because it would take a good deal more control and precision than she has to truly induce death or life in the living and dead respectively, it is nevertheless the case that she is capable of manipulating the raw life essence in living things, their anima as the Latins called it, and performing various feats with this energy. She can heal, for example, or cause plants to grow or shrivel. It gives her a certain primitive empathy with other living creatures, though to say she can talk to animals would be an overstatement. She is druidic, almost, in-tune to the natural music of the world in a way that others are deaf to.⌉

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POWERXLIMITATIONS
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⌠I am not a goddess, and some things should never be in the reach of mortals.⌡
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⌊While her power has a wide range of possible applications, many of them as yet unexplored, it is still something she doesn't have full mastery of, and she cannot bring the dead back to life, nor kill healthy living beings with the same touch. In time, it is impossible to say what she might become capable of, but for now, the most useful thing she can do is heal Seeds and their hosts.⌉

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S P E A R
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⌠Speed, reach, and flexibility. It's all I need.⌡
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⌊Proficient with any form of polearm, Ariadnê is usually carrying a spear. She can both throw them and fight in melee combat, making her versatile. It enables her fast, precise style, and gives her reach over the rogue plants and soldiers she must face to protect her home.⌉

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We can leave the past behind, but it never quite leaves us.
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BIOGRAPHY
⌊Where Ariadnê came from is not something that most people know about her. Some people wear their heritage obviously, others don’t have any problem divulging to anyone who wants to know. Though not conventionally an especially reticent person, this topic is something she chooses not to discuss with anyone who doesn’t already know it, and those people can be counted on less than one hand. It is, perhaps, just another dimension of her mystery.

The truth is, her history is bound up with and linked to the history of others, some of whom she respects enough not to go telling anyone who might be curious. Perhaps, if her origin were hers alone, the story of a girl born to two parents somewhere out in the world and raised in some conventional way or another, she would not mind divulging. But it is not a story like that, not in the slightest.

Aria came about as the result of a series of government experiments, though exactly how that happened is unclear. She spent the majority of her life in a room near the center of the palace, a room forbidden to anyone who did not have the king’s express permission to be there—and a very good reason, besides. She seldom received visitors of any kind, and even then, only one of them was every someone she really wanted to see. The others came to cause pain, it seemed—and there was a great deal of pain. Parts of her memory are still hazed-over and fuzzy because of that experience, and to this day it is difficult to recall. Unlike some, she does not have the scars to remind herself that she really suffered, and in some ways, this is worse than having scars. A scar is proof, something you can point to and say here is what I went through. Even if other people cannot understand, they can get an idea, if you show them a scar.

But Ariadnê’s body is whole, for all it has endured. It is her spirit which feels ruptured, distant, estranged from the world, tethered here only by those few people who can see what is invisible upon her skin. Those few people who might comprehend, in part, what it is to suffer and have nothing to show for it. To be, like those scars, invisible to the outside world, unseen, unnoticed, unloved.

She was not alone in the room. Someone else was there, and to that person, she is incredibly close even now, when she is outside the room and the other is not. She knows she will go back someday, for the sake of that other who still suffers. And when she does, she will do whatever it takes to make sure that other will suffer no more. How Aria managed to get out of the room is a complicated story, one fraught with deception, stealth, and unexpected allies, but nevertheless she is out now, and makes her home in the forest with Aurel, her friend—her only friend—for as long as she has been alive. To him, she will never be able to adequately express her gratitude, and she serves now as something like his second-in-command, of the people he has gathered around himself. She knows his secrets and his inner self, and these are secrets she keeps even more preciously than her own. More preciously, indeed, than anything else there is.

She is at home in the weald in a way she never was in the room, and the change in environment has been good for her. Whereas at first she would speak to no one but Aurel, now she communicates with all the members of their group, and has come to see them as important to her, more people t protect and care for as well as she is able. Aria has slowly, very slowly, come out of her shell, and though her invisible scars will remain with her always, and prevent her from being quite the same as other people are, she is finally becoming herself, the way she has meant to be.

She blooms.⌉

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Family and blood have nothing to do with one another.
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FAMILY ❖ OTHER
❖ The Other ↔ ??? ↔ ??? ↔ ??? ❖ The other person who resided in the room with Aria.
❖ Best Friend/Surrogate Brother ↔ Odysseus Aurelius ↔ 24 ↔ Alive ❖ Aurel, or as she called him in childhood, Ody-us, is more family to her than anyone else has been, save perhaps the Other.
❖ Best Friend/Surrogate Brother ↔ ??? ↔ ??? ↔ Deceased ❖ There was once another, but of him, she does not speak.


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filled by Verdandi

So begins...

Ariadnê Spyros's Story

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Character Portrait: Luxia Hale Character Portrait: Odysseus Aurelius Character Portrait: Violet "Argo" Kodoku Character Portrait: Avra Stavros Character Portrait: Ariadnê Spyros Character Portrait: Rainier Abélard
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The setting changes from Louloúdia to Ankáthia

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Character Portrait: Luxia Hale Character Portrait: Odysseus Aurelius Character Portrait: Violet "Argo" Kodoku Character Portrait: Avra Stavros Character Portrait: Ariadnê Spyros Character Portrait: Rainier Abélard
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⌠There is no room for me to fail.⌡
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The second group that advanced through the weald did so much more quietly, owing partly perhaps to the demeanors and skills of those that comprised it, but also to its much smaller size. Indeed, this group was nothing more in number than a man and a woman, the former having taken the front, and apparently going to pains to prevent any of the natural hazards of the forest from damaging his charge. He was careful to hold off thorny vines until after she had passed, using his superior height and familiarity with the trail inwards to put himself between she and the features of the environment that would otherwise have accosted her.

He did not, however, aid her any further than that. She walked by the strength of her own two feet, though that was by her disposition and not his. He would have offered to make it easier on her by carrying her the whole way himself, if he believed she would accept. But no, Sir Rainier knew the princess very well, and her refusal was obvious to him before the question was ever asked. He had to admit, he admired that about her—many in her position would have gladly taken advantage of all the things that came with their newfound station, but Corin had always been more modest than that. Sometimes frustratingly so, but he declined to tell her that.

After all, he’d already uprooted her entire life this morn, and he had no desire to make things any worse than they already were. But there it had been, that rogue thought in the King’s head—that those with the new Seeds must die. It was something he had acted upon immediately, enlisting Argo to see to the main group’s escape, considering how well-suited she was to it. Then, he had waited long enough for the news to break, and with the other knights, gone out in a search party, directing his eastward—a way he knew they had not gone. Those in his party were loyal to him first and foremost, and so when he told them to carry on the search without him, none had so much as batted an eyelash, and it was simple for him to avoid the notice of others as he doubled back into the palace.

He hadn’t been able to explain much to the princess, and he knew that she was taking much of this on faith, something that troubled him. Should she trust him so? She was his best friend, his oldest friend, but she was also the princess, and he a knight with a traitorous streak. There was so much he had not told her, for her own safety even more than his. That he would do it all again the same way did little to quell his unease.

Still, they were in the forest now, and he sensed no other minds nearby, only the faintest brush of animal consciousness, content to leave them be if they would do the same. Perhaps there was yet time to rectify some of his error. “Highness,” he started, his voice contrite. He only ever called her that when he felt he had erred, or was uncomfortable, or formality was necessary for some other reason. She was never just a princess to him, after all. “I feel I should apologize. I have told you very little of why we must do this, and I fear it is not happy knowledge. There are those who can tell the most of it better than I, but… I feel I owe it to you to try myself anyway.”

Rainier glanced back over his shoulder, a slightly-wry smile just barely touching his lips. “Is there somewhere you would like me to start?” He didn’t need to imagine her thoughts right now—he could perceive every one of them with all the clarity of daylight. He had not felt such regret in a long time as he did now—that she had been drawn into this shadowed corner of his world, she who was far too innocent to deserve any such thing.




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⌠Rescue or no rescue, I don't do cages.⌡
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Felix was hardly the type to trudge, but then he supposed the same could not be said for everyone. He carried himself through the forest with a sort of cervine grace, picking his way over and around obstacles rather than trying to move them aside. Of course, this was hardly any assistance to the people behind him, but he had to admit he wasn’t really thinking about them overmuch at the moment. An unforgiveable breach of courtesy, on most occasions, but he figured if anything gave a person a free pass, it was the events of roughly the last three days.

It had all started with the marks on his skin. Being from a military family, he recognized what he saw, he just didn’t understand it. He had ingested no Seed, and would certainly never volunteer for such an ignominious fate. For a darkly-tilting, paranoid moment, he imagined that someone must have slipped him one somehow, but soon discarded the notion as impossible. He was very good at what he did, and part of that involved sleeping lightly and being very careful about the sorts of things one eats and drinks. His skepticism had lasted as long as it took the blue-purple flower to take faint form on his chest, and then he’d almost begun to panic.

He’d told no one, but somehow they’d found him out anyway, or else they’d found out about his other secret, and either way, he’d found himself soon imprisoned within the castle. Protestations, delivered flawlessly in-character, had gotten him nowhere, not even when he threw his (rather weighty) surname and lineage into the equation. Well, he’d met very few things in life that didn’t bend for the Brandt name. He wasn’t sure whether to be annoyed or impressed, so naturally he’d settled on cynical. Call it a coping mechanism.

And now here he was, but a day later, traipsing through the Thorn Forest at the behest of some diminutive double-agent, or whatever she must be to have palace access and also want to prevent whatever was planned from happening to them. Or perhaps it was all part of the same ploy, though if so, he would have to tip his hat to the planner, because he could make neither heads nor tails of it. Grimacing at a hanging vine that dared to try and entangle his hair—and that had been an exercise to try explaining to his mother—he continued forward, for once bereft of his usual smart mouth.

It returned, however, when the little agent went so far as to inform him what he may do if he so desired. Like reflex, an eyebrow ascended his forehead, and he blinked behind his sunglasses, proving quite useful now in the glare of morning sun. Raising his hand, as one about to ask a question in a classroom, he didn’t actually wait for permission to speak. “Not to seem ungrateful for the… assistance, Miss Argo, but I do have a question. Can I leave, if I wish?” he used the same phrasing as she had quite on purpose, though the emphasis to it was only slight, his tone one of polite inquiry, though that was hardly the motive behind it.

He figured, of course, that the answer was no, but he was, in certain circumstances, far too snide a bastard to let it go unremarked upon that for all their wishes, they were no less prisoners here than they had been a few minutes ago, it would seem.

Captivity didn’t agree with him.




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The area to which Argo had led the strangers was, in fact, more than its location in the forest would cause one to believe. Though they were currently halted in a clearing, not too far beyond it was something considerably different from that. It was actually a small village of sorts, protected by the weald itself as well as the man who led it, and those who followed him. The first of those followers, though perhaps neither of them would describe her as such, was currently down by the river that ran to the west of the settlement, curling her bare toes into the silt of the riverbed, soft and smooth and thick against her skin. Crouching, she filled first one of the wooden buckets she carried, and then the other, attaching them to either end of a long pole, which she then set over her shoulders and stood with, her balance apparently effortless.

It was on the way back that she felt the subtle shift in the life-force of the forest that tipped her off to the fact that something had changed. Her eyebrows drew together in a faint furrow over ruby-colored eyes, and she pursed her lips just faintly, taking a detour from her planned trek to drop the water off at a closer location and then head, not towards the disturbance, but rather in the opposite direction.

It had been remarked before that Aurel was, when he so wished to be, a very difficult person to find. Aria had never encountered such difficulty, though it was hard to explain why not. It was as though she simply knew where he was at any given time, the same way she knew where the parts of her own body were—it didn’t stick out at her unless she thought about it, but the knowledge was always there anyway. So she knew that he would be, presently, on the roof of his library, and it was indeed there that she found him, for once bereft of his foxlike mask.

Her feet made no noise over the roof as she padded over to him, but their awareness of one another’s presence tended to work both ways—she had no doubt he knew she was there. When she reached him, she crouched again, hugging her knees to her chest with one arm, and then reached down with the other, the very tip of her index finger meeting the end of his nose with a gossamer touch. It was something she did habitually, almost, a gesture familiar from the oldest days of their acquaintance, when both of them were much different.

For a few breaths, she was silent. Then: “Something new has arrived with the sun this morning. The east clearing, I think.”

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Aurel couldn't rest or more like something was preventing him from resting. It was only moments ago that Aurel was enveloped in silence, than the peace was quickly invaded by noise. Not noise one could hear with their ears or see with their eyes. No. It was the one you could feel with your gut, an impending noise that if not contained it cold cause much havoc. Maybe it was this that was causing him such disarray, such uneasiness in his mind.

A soft touch, almost like a feather, landed on his nose. In reaction he quickly twitched his noise and he heard a soft laughter. Slowly opening his eyes, Aurel locked his eyes with Aria’s own red orbs. His sharp gaze stared at hers for what seemed forever, but was only a few seconds. He quietly listened to his friend's voice, ”You are right Aria. Something is here. And just not in the clearing, but throughout the forest.” Reaching for his mask, Aurel put it back on. Silence once again returned until he spoke up, yet this time one could no longer see his expressions as the mask restricted their visibility.

He stood up and stared out toward the east, “But….someone has passed my illusions.” Aurel could feel Aria’s gaze on him and he turned to her, his expression soft behind the mask. ”Do not worry, it is just Argo and Rain.”

Aurel spoke cheerfully, though he had left out the small detail that they weren't alone. Though he knew Aria must have felt this as well, so he said nothing. Walking to the edge of the rooftop he swiftly jumped down onto a nearby branch. Once balanced he than preceded to the next and to the next until he had finally reached the bottom. He didn’t even have to glance behind him to see if Aria was there, as he could feel her soft footsteps following him with great ease.

About to exit the village, he paused at the sound of extra movement behind them, “What is wrong?” He saw that some of the villagers stood behind Aria and Aurel with grimaces on their faces. One of them spoke, a tall muscular man by the name of Decim, “Aurel! Why are you leaving the village?! Is something the matter?”

Aurel stared at them for a while before speaking in a calming voice, Well…it seems Argo has brought back some new friends. So I was- “ Before he could finish Decim interrupted, “If it is new refugees why hasn’t she brought them here? Why has she kept them out of the village, if they are allies?!”

At this question Aurel looked straight at Decim, ”Do you…not believe in Argo or I?” At these words everyone froze saying nothing. A different kind of silence surrounded the area and everyone could feel it.

Quickly Aurel lightened the mood making everything seem as if it had only been a minor issue, “Well! Why don’t you come with us Decim? I would like for you to see our guest, and maybe if they see you they won’t be so uneasy."

Decim could sense the hint of teasing in Aurel’s tone but he only let out a simple sigh, “Of course. If you want me to than I will happily come, Aurel.” With those words Aurel, Aria, and Decim exited the village.

Arriving at the clearing Aurel spotted only one familiar face, which was Argo, quietly walking up to her he noticed that the others had their eyes on him. He lifted a finger to indicate them to stay silent. Standing behind Argo he spoke to her, “Argo you weren't being mean to our guest were you?” He said this in a playful tone as he knew Argo was not one to play around. She was a woman who got the job done without any unneeded attachments. So if that meant the people who she helps doesn’t like her, oh well.

Aurel was now crisscrossed on the ground examining the four new intruders. Was that a harsh word? Well, that was what Aurel thought of them, and he was doubtful he wold change it anytime soon. “Well isn’t this a surprise. When you told me you had some new faces…I didn’t expect them to look so…interseting.” He couldn't help but let out a light laugh at the expressions of the four. But than he stopped and looked at them. The air turning sort of serious.

“Well, to be honest I don’t quite understand all this either. All I know is what Rain has given me. He told me that five people need my help. But…” Glancing around Aurel surveyed the surrounding area, “It seems neither he nor our fifth guest has arrived. Oh well…I guess I can introduce myself in the meantime.”

He stood up with ease and bowed at the four, “Hello, it is nice to meet everyone. My name is Odysseus Aurelius, but you can call me Aurel.” Pointing his finger behind him he introduced the others, ”The one with the doubtful expression is Decim, Decim Titian. And the other one is Ariadnê Spyros, but we all call her Aria. And it seems you already meet Argo.

He glanced over at Argo, than back at the guest, ”It seems you have a lot of questions and not a lot of information, though until a certain person arrives I can’t tell you much.” He said this in apologetic tone. Suddenly he heard the crunching of twigs and maybe Decim heard it as well as he stood in attention with his weapon readied. Though he slowly lessened his grip once he saw who it was. You could see Aurel's mannerism change, happily welcoming the visitor, “You’re finally here Rain! I was wondering how long you were going to be.” Seating himself back down, Aurel let the side of his face lean on his fist. He waited patiently for Rain to draw closer so he could explain all the commotion.

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Four others. Corin's sense of confusion only grew for this statement. It was enough to have been left in the dark on the subject of the seeds, there hadn't been much time after all, but the existence of four others? Where in the castle had they been kept? Some part of Corin must have realized that other people had been affected as well, had begun to see the outline of a flower over their heart, but perhaps her mind had wandered from this fact. A strong need to meet these other four develops as a matter of course. She can figure out why she had been kept in a different room than the other four, given her position, but still is lacking her preferred state of clarity on the matter as a whole.

This, however, is not the most important thing to be dropped upon her. Father was going to kill me? There must be a misunderstanding, Certainly, King Helios is not always the most open of men, and it is difficult to read him at the best of times, but Corin has always been quite decided on the fact that he is a good man. He took her in off the streets, after all, gave her the means to become literate and well-informed. This is the man to whom she has grown up owing her debt to, striving to please and prove herself to. Rainier is her closest friend, but Helios has always been a sort of higher power to the young woman who calls him father. In another situation, this news would be enough to stop the girl in her tracks. However, she merely hesitates briefly and continues walking.

The girl hardly processes what Rainier says following his reveal of the king's orders, for her mind has become so dominated by this news. She had partially expected that her leaving the castle had been the bidding of the king to some degree, the steps of one of his strange schemes; after all, Rainier is his spymaster and one of his highest ranking knights. His loyalty, one would expect, must lie with the king. Yet he goes against his king. Corin does not want to accept this as true, but her will to survive has always been incredibly strong. She wishes it were merely her trust in Rainier that pushes her to the decision to seek out these strangers, but it is also the fear of the chance of dying. She'd rather take the risk of upsetting the king, her father, than that of being executed at his hand.

The young woman remains silent for a long while, the pair returning to the music of crunching leaves and the occasional twitter of birds. Her eyes flicker up towards his profile. It is indeed up that she has to look, for Rainier towers over her by an even foot. She has spent a good portion of her life looking up to this man, who fills her dream position as a knight, a servant of the kingdom. Her arm stretches out to briefly place her hand on his shoulder, feather light as she does not place any weight upon the hand.

"So it goes, then,"
this is really all that needs saying for her decision to be clear, something Rainier would know even if he hadn't likely been listening to the conflict within her mind for the past several minutes. Corin smiles very slightly, but it is the smile one gives when offering comfort, perhaps blended with her court smile. It lacks the usual sincerity of smiles shown to Rainier, but for good reason.

It vanishes as they come upon a group of people in a more open area. To Corin's surprise, there are people here she recognizes: Luxia being the first to catch her eye. There are also people from the court, however, such as the Brandt heir, a notorious flirt, and Violet Kodoku, who she knew as a member of the king's army. Very curious, however, is one person she does not know. Given his mask however, the peculiar thing about him, she wouldn't be aware even if he were someone she had already become acquainted with. It becomes quickly clear that he is friends with Rain, leading her to wonder what else Rain has never told her about himself.

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The Sun had not yet risen when Acantha woke, a sharp ache pulsed through her entire body instantly rousing the young woman. Softly sighing she rubbed her temples. The nightmares had gotten better but once in a while she's still wake up covered in cold sweat with strange kind of pain making her chest throb. Going back to sleep was out of question, these night horrors would often leave Acantha feeling paranoid. She just couldn't escape the feeling that once she closed her eyes she would be back in that room, that her escape had been nothing but a hallucination.

Having regained her composure Acantha left the bed, she was an early riser anyway. The village was still asleep so she quietly made her way to the river. Acantha's special spot was a secluded area on the riverbank. It was a perfect oasis of calmness and tranquillity, the only thing disrupting the otherwise silent scope had been the gentle murmuring of the river.

The Sun was slowly rising, its light passing through the thick forest of thrones. Acanthe relished the feeling of sunlight, the rays were dancing across the woman't pale skin, heating it with their warm glow. A small smile formed on Acantha's lips she found it funny that a simple mundane things like sunlight or birds chirping could fill her soul with more joy than she's felt in years. Beneath her distant façade she was still that simple little girl who wanted nothing more than to be happy.

With the day starting and herself now completely calm Acantha returned to the village. She was surprises to a group people collected around something or someone, Acantha wasn't sure what as the growing crowd was blocking her view. Dark thought immediately crossed her mind, what if the king's guard had broken the barrier and found them?

Wanting to know just what was going on Acantha pulled on one of the bystander's sleeve. The only indication of a question was the worried look in her eyes and a nod of her head towards the crowd but the man understood her intentions. Their interaction had been done without a spoken word as the other simply pointed toward the people who were slowly being surrounded by the crowd.

She could now see Odysseus and Aria, they seemed to be leaving the village. The words coming from both Decim's and Auriel's mouths escaped her hearing but she could sense that Decim was worried about something. Watching the duo turned trio leave the village and the crowd clearing Acantha wondered what the ruckus had been about. Maybe we're having visitors? The prospect of being confronted with new people was a bit terrifying as well as exciting for Acantha. Having decided not to dwell about visitors who may not even be coming, Acantha occupied herself with work at the village. The thoughts of just who might be coming still ended up occupying her mind but it seemed like Acantha would just have to wait and see.

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He hoped he had made his own doubts sufficiently clear with his words. Even he found it difficult to believe that the king would do away with Corin as easily as he would with other people he believed to be threats to him—but that also did not mean that her mere survival would be good news for her. Rainier was a little too familiar with how the palace’s science division tended to work, and they were under the direct orders of Helios, always. But regardless, he could only do what he believed had the greatest chance of keeping everyone alive and well. He had his own goals, too, of course, and generally speaking, when the king wanted a threat eliminated, that meant Rainier wanted it preserved. There were so many threads, woven together, and while he saw more of the tapestry than most, he did not delude himself into believing he understood the entirety of it. He doubted anyone did, not even Helios, perhaps.

Her internal musing about how much he’d kept from her stung, mostly because it was true. There was a great deal she didn’t know about him, and he’d intentionally kept some of the details from her. What did she need to know of how he had come to the position she so admired? The pain of it wasn’t something he really wanted her to know about, nor indeed Helios’s role in it all, nor what he had discovered and decided after. The world was an ugly place—was it terrible of him to want to spare his friend that knowledge? Perhaps it really was.

Worse, perhaps than the thought was that the smile was false. He couldn’t have expected it to be otherwise, however, and he appreciated that she was trying to help him, though in truth he thought that rather backwards of her. He was not the one who had just been torn from the comfortable atmosphere of his previous existence and thrust into a bright world of suffering that could—and would, unless a solutions was found—kill him. No, that had happened to Rainier a very long time ago, not this morning.

In time, they drew close enough to the rendevouz point that he could hear voices, including a slightly-muffled one. That would be Odysseus then—the man rarely took off his mask. Rainier hadn’t seen his face since he started wearing it, actually, and wondered how much the years had changed him. But it was a fleeting thought, and he stepped fully into the clearing, Corin at his side. At the masked man’s words, he inclined his head faintly in acknowledgement. “Your pardon, Odysseus. Certain facts made our taking an alternative route necessary.”

He caught a few looks of recognition for himself, and even more for the princess, and he knew several of the others as well, taking moment to spare a small smile for his acquaintances. Actually, he knew all of them, though at least two as nothing more than names, faces, and the occasional stray thought. “I apologize in advance, but I fear there is not much time for courtesies. They have seeds, gained naught but a few days ago, and already, the flowers show.” He paused to purse his lips, raising a hand to his chin in a thoughtful sort of way. “The king desired to kill them. You know better than I do what that must mean.”

Beside Odysseus, the young woman introduced as Aria stirred for the first time, looking intently over the newcomers with a slightly-unsettling pair of bright red eyes. “The Tree,” she murmured softly, and Rainier nodded his head.

“I suspected so, and therefore I had them brought here. I don’t understand why things have worked out this way but… they are meant to be here.” He did not say how he had come by the knowledge, but he knew Odysseus and Ariadnê would understand what he meant.

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"Are you okay?"
Finnian raised his eyes to meet a pair of deep pink ones, belonging to a girl who was now kneeling in front of him. He instinctively moved back a few inches, before his thoughts caught up. She was a new face, one that he hadn't seen before, and it took him a while to think of what to say to strangers. Been cooped up all your life doesn't really help the fact that he was at a loss of how to speak to the strange girl in front of him. "I... I guess." Answering her question seems to be the right decision for now, but what was the next step? Talking to strangers is harder than he expected. He could feel the slight flush creeping up his cheeks when their host spoke again.

"Oi, futari tomo! Please refrain from planning a tryst, yeah? There aren't any romantic spots out here in the weald, I can promise you that! At least wait until the leader gets here to bring us to the village!"
Argo called out to them, only serving to cause his cheeks to heat up more as the realisation of how awkward their positions must be right now. He completely understood her message, unfortunately for him. His vocabulary range was wide, and though he didn't know the japanese terms, the rest of her message through easily comprehensive. "Excuse me." His manners were still present, even when he was feeling flustered and awkward. Backing away a few more inches, he lifted himself off the ground, brushing the dirt off himself and trying his best to look cool and collected. He bent down and offered his hand to the girl however, as despite the fact that things might be more uncomfortable for him, she was still a lady. It was rude not to thank her for being concerned about his health, even more so by inconveniencing her without helping her to get up. As he helped her up, a sixth person entered the clearing.

A new man entered the clearing, his face obscured with a fox mask. Is he a spirit? The first thoughts that sped across his mind was the teenage from Japanese folklore his parents used to read to him when he was sick in bed. The mask certainly had the same design to it. Although he knew that it couldn't be true, for a moment, he believed that they were truly spirits hidden in the forest. The man placed a finger on his lips for silence, before speaking to Argo, teasing her gently. So he wasn't a spirit after all. He had been expecting that, but he still felt his heart fall in disappointment.

“Well isn’t this a surprise. When you told me you had some new faces…I didn’t expect them to look so…interseting.”
Interesting? Finnian raised an eyebrow at that. In what way? It must be the hair. Other than that, his appearance was by far the most normal out of all of them, with the odd hair colors of two of the escapees. “Well, to be honest I don’t quite understand all this either. All I know is what Rain has given me. He told me that five people need my help. But…” “It seems neither he nor our fifth guest has arrived. Oh well…I guess I can introduce myself in the meantime.”

There was a fifth guest? He was surprised that the person had not escaped with the rest of them as well, judging from how things are. One would think that escaping your death sentence would be the most important

“Hello, it is nice to meet everyone. My name is Odysseus Aurelius, but you can call me Aurel. The one with the doubtful expression is Decim, Decim Titian. And the other one is Ariadnê Spyros, but we all call her Aria. And it seems you already meet Argo.” Finnian's eyes moved to the figures standing behind him, just noticing them for the first time. His attention was completely attracted by the mask that he had not noticed the others following behind him. The man with the mask must be their leader, judging from how they were all following him. The leading figure usually speaks for the rest, standing out as a leader. At least, that was the way it was put in books. Whether it applies to real life would be something he needs to figure out.

A man bearing a girl came into the clearing then, most likely the 'Rain' person the man in the mask was talking about. More and more people were now entering the clearing, and he wasn't sure if he liked that. He would probably make a fool of himself in front of so many people... Biting his lip, he managed to make himself move just a few steps closer, enough for him to hear the whatever he had to say. He had a feeling that it was going to be important. “I apologize in advance, but I fear there is not much time for courtesies. They have seeds, gained naught but a few days ago, and already, the flowers show.The king desired to kill them. You know better than I do what that must mean.” The man knew about the flower? He had never told anyone about it before, hiding the blue bud on his chest. How could he possibly know about it? Moreover, it means that they were all alike, with the same issues he was facing. Was that the reason why the king wished to execute them? Perhaps it was actually an infectious virus that might affect the whole kingdom if not dealt with immediately.

“I suspected so, and therefore I had them brought here. I don’t understand why things have worked out this way but… they are meant to be here.”
Finnian could feel the slightest hint of annoyance touch his heart. Meant to be here doesn't exactly cut it. From the information he gathered, the things in them were like some sickness that were consuming them slowly, and now the man was saying that it was all meant to be like it was in some part of a destiny. In most situations, he would be thrilled, but right now his life was being threatened and he was not getting the answers he needed. It was nearly infuriating, but it wasn't the right moment to interrupt. That was impolite, no matter how indignant he might be feeling right now.

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Aurel was at a loss for words, which, if you knew Aurel, that rarely occurred. He always had an idea or something to comment on, but this time he was clueless, or maybe a better word would be cautious.

He silently gazed at the people who Rain stated held Original seeds. Such a rare thing, and if true it could only come from no other than it. Aurel felt the eyes of the strangers bouncing back and forth from him to Rain, trying to understand all this vague information.

Standing up Aurel faced Rain, his usual happy demeanor overlapped by a very serious air, "The Tree..." He didn't even have to wait for a reply as all his questions were answered by Rain's stone cold expression. Aurel turned to face Aria who looked just as worried as him, if one could see his face.

A small sigh escaped from behind his mask. One could feel how heavy it was, as if a huge burden had just landed on the man's shoulders. It could be interpreted for the fact he had just gained new people to take care of, but that wasn't it. No, what worried him wasn't them. It whats inside of them, its because they have Original seeds, and that in itself is a huge deal.

The man seemed to be pondering very deeply about the whole matter, "Rain..." Aurel's voice still remained in its unusual serious tone, which commanded the attention of everyone, "You know I trust your decisions...but..." He stared at the five one by one, "Originals...and on top of that they are wanted by the King..."

Aurel knew Rain would have never came to him if it wasn't extremely important. So all he could do was hear him out on this. He would never bring them here if he didn't believe they would be safe, "Okay Rain... They can stay with us."

At hearing this Decim spoke out, "What?! Aurel, you can't be serious?!" Aurel tilted his head, "Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?"

Decim hit his palm against his forehead, "Didn't you just hear what that man just said?! You even said it! The KING is after them! The King! And lets not leave out yet another important fact. If the citizens learn who she is, they would definitely not approve."

He didn't even try to hide who he was talking about as he stared dead at the girl beside Rain, "Isn't she the King's daughter?!" Decim had only vaguely worked inside the Palace near the King, though he had seen her only a few times he had come to know who she was by the gossiping inside the Palace walls.

Aurel nodded slowly, "Hmmm, you are right. I guess we are gonna have to make sure no one figures it out. Right?" Aurel was staring Decim straight in the face, and this made Decim avoid the masked man, "Right...Aurel." You could only guess that Aurel was smiling brightly behind his mask.

Finally having the situation settled, sort of, the masked man nodded at everyone, "Now that everything is settled. You five are now under the protection of the people of Ankáthia, or what the people of the Kingdom call us, The Outsiders. I hope you five can come to trust us, even if it is only a little."

Pausing he looked up at the sun for a moment, "We must get going before darkness hits, and since we have five travels unfamiliar with the terrain, it might take us a little longer to reach the village."

Aurel let out a light laugh, "But do not worry I will teach you five how to maneuver through the forest later, also since I now understand the situation and it seems some of you want answers as soon as possible, once we get you all situated I will answer all your questions."

Believing he had said everything on his mind he started walking off but than suddenly stopped, "Oh! And don't lag too far behind me, because if you do, the forest will eat you." As Aurel said this the forest around them started to slowly grow closer towards them, and the clearing they were once in little by little began to disappear. The small rays of light that provided them with warmth and everything else was disbursing as if it was only an illusion. Without waiting for an answer he continued to walk.

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Character Portrait: Luxia Hale Character Portrait: Odysseus Aurelius Character Portrait: Violet "Argo" Kodoku Character Portrait: Avra Stavros Character Portrait: Ariadnê Spyros Character Portrait: Finnian Amsel
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Argo quite nearly begun swinging her katars around when the male she had previously conversed with pushed up on the glasses perched upon her nose and proceeded to ruffle her hair. Luckily for him, unluckily for her, he was somewhat faster than she initially expected. Nothing she couldn't handle, she was sure, but this was not a time for bickering. She slowly eased her grip on the handle of her katar and took a deep breath to calm herself down for it was the turn of the girl to ask a question now. Svoloch! Mukatsuku! How about I throw your stupid glasses into the woods so you can go fetch that! She thought to herself, as she faced the girl.

"I was just wondering if you could explain to us exactly why we are here ma'am? I am thankful for being relieved of my death sentence, but I would like incite as to what these markings on my body mean, and also I would assume you affiliate yourself with a group. Who would they be?"

Violet had expected at least one of them to ask such questions. Given their current situation, the markings on the body, them being wanted, the sudden prison escape, it was only natural for them to be curious and wanting to know more about what was going on. "Ah, ah. Straight to the point? You don't waste any time, do you?" Argo answered with a nod, "For the first question... You're here because, well, I'm not sure how to answer that one. I'll let the Commander or the Leader fill you in on that once they arrive. I'm sure they'll touch upon that info. Same goes for the markings on the body, I think they'll get to that. And yes, I am part of an organization. While we ourselves go by a different name, the people of the Kingdom, that is you, most likely know us as 'The Outsiders'"

Almost immediately after she was done talking, Violet had heard sounds of approaching footsteps coming from beyond the clearing. As a reflex, she dropped to a knee and drew a katar, preparing herself to make a dash at the enemy. She relaxed as soon as she saw a familiar masked face appear at the edge of the clearing, putting her katar back in its sheathe.

“Argo you weren't being mean to our guest were you?”

Argo sighed and replied simply with a shake of the head. Which, in her mind, was not a lie, though it may have seemed that way to others. And soon enough, the final members of the operation had arrived on the scene, Rainier and the Princess. While she did hope to give her debriefing right now and go back home to rest, Violet knew this was not a good time. Rainier acknowledged the presence of everyone else in the clearing, but immediately went to Odysseus, the stone cold expression was one she wished she could not read. She tried not to listen in on the conversation happening, but she caught two words and her expression went from stoic to menacing. The Tree... She looked at the four people she was entrusted with escorting and if she was interpreting those few words correctly, the stakes couldn't be any higher.

Decim's words, as though the idea of volume didn't exist to him, echoed throughout the clearing. His obvious reluctance towards the situation, his obvious objection towards involving the people of the village. It was a pointless argument at best, but... Violet couldn't help agreeing with the man for once. Is the risk worth the reward here? Is the trade-off worth it? I'll have to confirm my task with Rainier or Odysseus later. She thought to herself, rubbing a gloved finger on her temple.

As the group set out to the village, Argo allowed herself to stray to the back of the group. This allowed her to keep watch for the rest of them, make sure no one got separated , as well as give her some time to think about what comes next. Chyort! I didn't enlist to do this kinds of stuff. Damn it...