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EDNA?.

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Be a good girl and fight for us. That, after all, is your only purpose in life.

Edna stands at the harbor, staring at the ship she’d been sent to find. But they’d never given her orders beyond that and eradicating the daemoneater along with her gang of pirates. There was no sign of the daemoneater or anyone that could pass as a pirate working for her. At the sound of footsteps, she turns to see who it was. But it wasn’t an exorcist, as he didn’t wear the distinct clothing of the Abbey she’d grown accustomed to.

They have two malakim with them. One, a child malak with a long robe. And the other is…

“You are ‘The Reaper’, a malak of the daemoneater,” she states, voice lifeless and monotone. The description matched what she’d been told, after all. “I have been ordered to eradicate you and the daemoneater. That is my only purpose in life.”

She walks towards him, lifeless cerulean eyes staring at him unblinkingly. The blade she has drags on the ground behind her, and she picks it up with both hands, stumbling forward as she tries to attack but misses due to being unbalanced.

Frozen. The sight before him feels like an illusion, a trick upon his eyes, but no sooner when his sense against danger kicks in that he realizes this is no IDLE illusion. This is a NIGHTMARE. A nightmare manifest, confronting him with the very thing he FEARED most. The endangered safety of his sister, and not just that, but his sister with a sword pointed at him. Deprived. Stolen and deprived of her freedoms, turned into the very kind of tool that he himself had fought so hard against being.

“ Edna..? Edna!! ”

Calling her name will achieve nothing. He knows this already. The look she bears is lifeless, and trademark of those poor Malakim enslaved to the whims of the Abbey. The lifeless look being the mark of freedom they’d had stolen of them. His anger grows, and yet, the ONLY way for him to properly release it is--!

*CRNK*

His arm flying in a hook, Eizen’s fist colliding with the steel of Edna’s blade. It’s practically reflex, with Eizen not having the opportunity to a thought even. His eyes widening, not even thinking or hoping for HER blade to break, bend, or soar. Realizing sooner that he was entering a fight with his only family. With Edna.

#sailing: dukes up #{ AND suffering begins }#{ holy shit. }#{ i can already feel my muse's devastation like- }#{ OW }#starfallparasol

MARY.

❝ It’s the only way I can check on you though.❞ LIVING IN SUCH A DIFFERENT WORLD has changed the way Mary would look at things. What has her beaten up is that after the incident with Knave and her child being taken away from her by a man who did not truly love or cherish her like a husband should, Mary would soon then find herself living inside the very item that mundies use on a day-to-day basis .. MIRRORS. Soon then a MYTH would be created that she would respond to those that chant her name three to five times in the dark; granted they had to stand in front of a mirror while doing so. It was then that she would decide if she wanted to show a frightful image, pop out of the mirror and kill them, or give them a premonition of their death or the death of a loved one. With this gentleman who has scolded her about eavesdropping through the mirror ( once again ), she would continuously poke fun at him for the sister he had lost. One, such as Mary, knew no boundary and did not limit herself when it came to speaking what she felt was necessary. Feelings are a thing of her past as the only thing she will admittedly feel is the sweet SATISFACTION of seeing a mundie plea for her to spare her life. She lives off of fear that people have for her.

❝ Do not speak my name if you do not want me near, Eizen. ❞

Mary is well aware that it seems like the man is talking to no one but himself; little effort was made to cover that up and all the maiden could do was let out a soft chuckle as the man did look ridiculous conversing to a woman in the mirror. Nonetheless, Mary is here because he did speak her name the countless times it needed to be said. To some, they would be terrified by the sight of a random woman in their mirror. Eizen? He has called upon her numerous times since the sixteen-hundred’s that this nothing but a check up on his well being. Mary sought comfort sometimes from the gentleman, but would push her limit by joking around about Edna. Thanks to the countless mirrors in his Captain’s quarters, she is able to reach him whenever she needs to ( given that Eizen shattered his own mirror to prevent himself from any form of contact with her ; yes, she was rather hurt by it but it was well deserved ).

❝ If you truly valued this place then you shouldn’t have called for me, correct? Yes, I spied on you but it was you who took note of it all and called me out on what I have done. Now, Eizen, tell me what is it you seek? Or shall I give you the pleasure of stepping on what really aggravates you? - As I did the last time we encountered. ❞

Eizen closes his eyes, how aggravating, how absolutely aggravating. WHAT pray tell? Why the truth of course. BE the medium his thoughts or his words, a half-fractured relationship and innate curiosity towards the other existence had again brought their charters to crossing. Did he hate it? Not entirely. HE certainly took little pleasure in it though. Especially not as he recalled the last in which she’d cross a boundary of his that should never even go teased.

“ The only satisfaction I will give you is my solace in another aged existence. ”

Yes, that’s all it was to him. At least, as much as he’s willing to consciously admit. He is a man of 1,000 long years, and her? However shorter or longer in comparison. The fact of the matter is though, is that she’s an ever wandering, ever appearing existence. One of very few constant throughout the several hundreds of his life.

“ You KNOW what you did the last time to cross me. Do it again, or worse, and I’ll shatter every last mirror I come across for the rest of my life. The ship’s included. ”

#sailing: dukes up #{ yeee! I'm glad! }#bloodymcry

cursedmayhem:

#sailing: dukes down #{ that's mean. why would you do that. }#{ to poor little edna. }#{ ...i love it. }#{ *applauds friend* }#cursedmayhem

itsapirateswaifforme said: ||oh my god that icon made me almost sputter my drink. pure gold||

pls do not die.

#sailing: dukes down #{ glad you enjoyed it o/ }#itsapirateswaifforme

cursedmayhem said: { *raises hand* was me ‘cause guess who had a horrible idea for Edna– }

#sailing: dukes down #{ you have my attention but also my horror }#{ because what's going to happen to Edna }#cursedmayhem

Wow Eizen, sister complex much?

#sailing: cracked earth #sailing: letter received #{ it is legit impossible for me to respond to this IC }#{ this icon says a million words in response }#{ just know that he is judging you and is just ' w h y ' }

Hey, Eizen. What if you found your little sister under the Abbey's control? What would you do?

It was a terrible thought he’d had, thinking about WHAT IF his little sister had been involved in the Abbey’s machinations. Or rather, their enslavement of the Malakim. It was as painful as it was infuriating. He wouldn’t let that happen ever, and even if it had? He’d break it. He’d find a way to break it somehow. Even if it took more than his fists. He’d find A way.

“ I’d break her chains. I wouldn’t let her go through with suffering with stolen freedoms. She’s my family, and I-- ”

She deserved so much more. So MUCH more than the ways they were put forward as mere tools. Often disposable. All BY the hands and machinations of some zealous humans.

“ I will protect her. At any cost. ”

#sailing: dukes up #sailing: letter received #{ w h o o o o o }#{ d i d t h i s }#{ his heart is breaking just at the thought }

“ You sail your own life the way you want… But you have to be willing to accept the consequences, whatever they are. ”

INDIE && PRIVATE ;; EIZEN of Tales of Berseria

WRITTEN BY IAN || EST. AUG 28, 2016

#sailing: promos #{ my friend V made a good AF graphic out of nowhere for me }#{ So I'm incorporating it into a better and shameless self promo ; v; }#draconique

@bloodymcry || [ starter. ]

1,000 years. It’s been a long, LONG one-thousand years since the very first time he opened his eyes to the world before him. As for how long it’s been since he started his adventure? Well... that he could not recall. Only that each passing day was another away from HER, from Edna. Eyes weighing heavy, a bud of guilt again writhing in his chest. It’s a thought he does not endorse, for FEAR of the shadowing feelings growing stronger.

Which is why he’s glad for the small things. The things capable of distracting him from himself. The things he could never encounter at home. Monsters, myths, and FABLES. The very last of those three stressed. He’s spent quite some time seeing the world with his own eyes, and of the sights he’s seen? Fables manifest, words foretelling of a woman in the mirrors.

BLOODY MARY.

“ ...I’ve told you before, DO NOT spy on me through Aifread’s mirrors. ”

Why did his captain even have more than one mirror in his quarters? It seemed odd to Eizen. That a pirate might care for his appearance in any way. Then again, with how renowned his captain had become, even after his disappearance, Eizen could understand how he might have come to care. In either case, Eizen is standing here, previously to look over his captain’s belongings, lamenting HIS ongoing search for him. His moment, and prior invasive thoughts, shattered by HIS attempts to converse with another who seemingly wasn’t there with him in the captain’s quarters. SEEMINGLY.

“ These quarters are a SPECIAL place to me. ”

#sailing: dukes up #sailing: closed #{ I hope this works ;; }#{ i'm just.. hm }#bloodymcry

ZAVEID.

“Maybe. S'not like I’ve had any friends until I met you, Eizen.”

It’s hard for him to admit, but he does regardless. Red-orange eyes glance at the earth malak, a hand coming to rest on his hip. He smiles, though he doesn’t wish to.

“Heh. A good friend, huh? Y'know… I wonder if I’ll be able to go through with it.”

Zaveid steps closer to Eizen, but falters and looks away. He hates killing, and he hopes he doesn’t need to kill Eizen. No way was he murdering his only friend.

“I’d rather let you live. You’re my only friend. I don’t want to kill you.”

“ Zaveid-- ”

It wasn’t even something he could deny, even if he TRIED to. The promise between them, the task HE’D entrusted Zaveid to perform in the future, was beyond what anyone in their right mind SHOULD be able to do. It was something beyond difficult. Something that, IF it were easy to do... Oh if only. But, it’s not. For Eizen has basically chosen his own personal grim reaper within his friend.

Imagine that: THE reaper wanting another to be his own reaper.

“ ...I’d rather live too. For Edna. But, I can’t do that if I become-- ”

His expression hardens, gaze astray of Zaveid. In the end, this was by no means about him. If anything, in truth, it was about Edna first. His little sister, his only family, his reason and world. He didn’t want her burdened with a brother transformed INTO something no longer HIM. But... What was he to do? For dragons, and the inevitability of becoming one, the only solution was DEATH.

#sailing: dukes up #{ and Eizen's just }#{ counter nah bruh }#{ we gotta do this }#{ at some point }#windyexhibitionist

VELVET.

❝ Dying with my beloved discovery is the destiny of a pirate, isn’t it? ❞

“ In most cases, YES, yes it is. It’s not so terrible a fate either. ”

#sailing: cracked earth #{ that it is and i whole-heartedly approve }#ofabomination

VELVET.

❝ I agree. Plus I don’t think seeing The Jumbo Reaper half-naked is a good idea. ❞

“ Jumbo Reaper--? Nevermind, I don’t want to question it. ”

#sailing: cracked earth #{ [Eizen voice] We are? I mean- We are. }#ofabomination

ZAVEID.

What kind of shit was this guy trying to pull on him? Was he TRYING to get him riled up? Was this a sick joke? Well he isn’t laughing one bit. Saying he makes no sense, this whole DAMN thing makes no sense. Eizen is gone. He’s been gone for a long time so why? Why does it seem like he’s here?

”How am I not making sense when I know what happened to Eizen- EDNA knows what happened to Eizen. So do you really thing I’m game for this kinda of shit?”

“ And what exactly happened to Eizen? To ME--? ”

His tone raising ever slightly, Eizen is quick to the point. A point of finding out WHAT happened, and what wasn’t RIGHT as a result. Zaveid was unamused, he was angered. A anger with supposed reason, yet reason that Eizen himself did not know. So, what was it? What was this truth that he was to learn? More importantly... How grave was it?

#sailing: dukes up #{ oooogh }#zaveidofapromise

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@kantetsuuu @shovel–head @draconique

#sailing: munnings #{ Ok but the Abbey be like- }

ZAVEID.

“An actual pyromaniac! …Alright, alright! I lied, okay? But I didn’t want you to think I was a complete loser!”

Zaveid loses all his confidence and slumps eyes cast away from Eizen. It was like a balloon deflating, and made him look pitiful. He rubs the back of his neck, sighing.

“’M sorry, Eizen. Can you forgive me for lyin’ to you like that?”

“ Don’t you think you’re over-thinking this a little? ”

Eizen can’t help but crack a growing smile at this whole thing. It was a bit much to watch Zaveid’s spirit deflate out of him like so, especially when to him it didn’t matter.

“ Loser or not, you ARE my friend. A good one at that. Otherwise... I wouldn’t have made with you such an important promise. ”

#sailing: dukes up #{ ye ye~ of course ^^ }#{ meanwhile eizen is just mr. good friend }#windyexhibitionist

incogitatione-blog

You know what is grand?? Pre-established relations. It can be rather difficult to start at the very beginning, when you can just plot out how they met & begin SMACK SOMEWHERE IN THE MIDDLE.

#sailing: psa

❛❛ who exactly.. are you? ❜❜

her gaze is drawn from the back of his figure, blond hair to the gloves he wore and overall characteristic sense that reminds lailah much of edna. thoughts of such an assumption arise to the accusation that maybe they have relation to one another. after all edna did have mentions of a brother.

Stopping in his tracks, Eizen seems to have gone noticed, and not for any idle reason. The curiosity in her voice, it suggests a kind of curiosity tied to an unvoiced assumption. Or, maybe he is just overthinking it. For all he knows, this could be about the slits on the back of his jacket.

“ That depends on who’s asking. ”

Eizen looks just barely over a shoulder. What he sees with blue eyes is a lone woman standing there. Long, LONG silvery hair with reddening edges. An attire full of red. He wants to assume she too is a malak, but it’s too soon to say.

#sailing: dukes up #{ Oh no problem - I'm more than delighted to follow and like ! }#{ I assumed that if anything Lailah was around at the same time as Eizen just }#{ possibly never crossing paths until like now }#iincandesce

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