Flames of Revolution

A dragon never yields. Dhurke Sahdmadhi RP blog affiliated with Citta. *HEAVY SPIRIT OF JUSTICE SPOILERS. Tagged under #aa6 spoliers* Rank: Nobody Residency:

[dubledragon-blog]

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better

[dubledragon-blog]

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I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better

[bunchofrpmemes]

Send my character a ★ and I’ll bold everything they feel toward your character.

I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better

[dhatr-blog]

Nahyuta physically recoils a bit, hand darting to his collar before he realizes his rosary isn’t there. The words that he’s hearing all ring true, but that doesn’t mean he has to like them. In the face of an argument with that, he has no choice but to let it go like he always tells others to, but he doesn’t want to. He wants to demand why his father could never tell him the truth, or trust him to overthrow the system alongside the Dragons just as he trusted Apollo, but he knows the answer. That answer is his own fault: his choice to stand by the Ga’ran regime.

“I…” he begins to speak again, his head down and posture stiff to the point of discomfort. His usual impeccable restraint has been shattered, and he can’t stop himself from fiddling with his fingers as he considers the words rolling around in his mind. His thumb presses into the dragon on the palm of his opposite hand, still finding the feeling of the bare skin somewhat new. His words come out slowly and heavily, as if he’s admitting something shameful. “I… treated you in a way that a son should never treat his own father.” During Dhurke’s last trial, ignorance had truly been bliss. He remembers how he felt when he finally realized the truth, and that he had never spared his father a good word even after his death.

“Even if you didn’t tell me your plans… it is because I was the one who betrayed our ideals. For that… I wonder if I can still be called your son at all.” After all, what kind of son abandons his own father?

[dubledragon-blog]

“Nahyuta...”

He could feel it. The pain his son harbored all those years tangled in Ga’ran’s web. With nothing to constrain him - no “fate” to guide his hand - it was all bubbling to the surface. Dhurke cast his eyes downward, realizing the role he played in this grief. He should’ve understood Nahuyta’s motives and worked harder to pry him out of Ga’ran’s vile hands. Instead, he hid the shadows for years and just watched his son get slowly consumed. He thought he was playing it safe, but this was the cost of his inaction. All he could do was let Apollo clean up the mess he made. What a pitiful excuse for a father he had been...

Dhurke woudn’t be convinced. He knew that Nahuyta nurtured the flames of revolution in his heart all those years. He knew Nahyuta believed in him and his ideals. What he needed now was a defense attorney’s greatest weapon: evidence. Something to prove that, in spite of everything, his son was still a dragon. He could remind him of the badge, but it was too flimsy of an argument. He needed something more meaningful. Something that related to Nahyuta himself.

It was a small detail to notice, but when Dhurke raised his head, he made note of the fact that Nahyuta was not longer wearing his glove. He hadn’t thought much of it, but the time he started wearing that glove was right around the time he became a prosecutor and joined the regime. Was that a coincidence, or was there a reason? A reason to cover his hand...

It hit him like a smack to the head. Dhurke shot Nahyuta a genuine grin.

“Nahyuta, could you show me your hand?”

[sahdmadhian-blog]

Ga’ran - no, Ga’ran had had nothing positive to say about Dhurke, and had only attempted to terrify her into seeing the Defiant Dragons as the terrorists Ga’ran had wanted them to be. But she isn’t talking about her - and Rayfa’s brow furrows for a moment, at the switch from Amara to Ga’ran as mother, and despite the fact that she’s consciously thinking that Dhurke doesn’t seem to know that she’s well aware Amara is her mother, his actual interest in the embarrassing stories throws her off guard.

It’s easy to pick it - big girls don’t cry, Ga’ran made it clear, to say nothing of men being overly emotional, so Amara’s favourite story, the one of her birth, is the most embarrassing, in her opinion.

“Mother told me that you cried the first time that you saw m-” her thoughts crash to a halt. No, not her. Nahyuta. He isn’t her dad, he never knew her, so she needs to fix what she just started to say. “N-Nahyuta. Braid Head. And when you held him for the first time.”

Nailed it. The terrifying lawyer in Dhurke will definitely not notice that. Nope.

[dubledragon-blog]

He definitely did.

It was cut off, but he made it out well enough to know where that thought was headed. His expression remained jovial as he nodded in affirmation.

“Guilty as charged. I don’t think that’s so embarrassing, is it? When you’re a man blessed with two beautiful children, it’s hard not to get teary-eyed.” He casually slipped in the reveal of the second child like it was nothing. If he were headed in the wrong direction, he could always claim he meant Apollo. He wasn’t his, but hey, he was a beautiful boy in his time, right? “That’s funny, though. Ga’ran wasn’t there when Nahyuta was born, and I doubt Amara would tell her something so small.”

He couldn’t write off her twitching and stuttering as simply her being a nervous child anymore. It’s not as though he didn’t foresee the possibility. He knew when Apollo showed him that picture, there was a chance his secret would be unearthed. If she truly found out, then...well, one step at a time.

“Your Benevolence...You’ve been tense this whole time. I get the feeling you desperately want to say something, but you’re afraid of what will happen if you do.” He closed his eyes. “I know...because I feel that way right now.”

A dragon never yields. He wondered if Rayfa had the heart of a dragon in her...If she had the courage to speak her mind.

[ineffablyevil]

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[sahdmadhian-blog]

She startles at his loud laughter, then freezes - her face goes cold, then hot, and her hands curl up into fists. She is - mortified! That Dhurke Sahdmadhi, regardless of what crimes he did or did not commit, could find her humorous when she’s trying to offend him is proof that perhaps she’s in whatever impossibly deep circle of Hell this is instead of wherever Dhurke thinks this is. Or, rather, not trying, but yes trying (no one said being a princess had to make sense, especially not one who was forced to accommodate so much impossible information at once).

Her fingers do tense around her staff - but she’s more likely to give him a punch than whack him with a weapon, at least - as she tries to calm their trembling; she’s trying not to do a lot of things, at present, not the least of which being running away or embarrassing herself.

“Not in itself, no! But - regardless of - of who your wife was, I - I don’t have to..” to… to what, Rayfa? What doesn’t she have to do? How should she finish that? Talk to him? True, but she wants to. “To - to stand for being mocked!”

Well, it’s not wrong, at least. Her face is flaming so hot, its colour a bright pink as she shifts her hands and finally lets her staff go to rest at her side as it ordinarily does. She needs to find her composure again and wracks her brain.

Ah! “Mother has - has been telling me embarrassing stories about you. This need not be a one-sided fight, if you insist on continuing, Dragon!”

[dubledragon-blog]

Seeing the little princess grow bright red over his own teasing made him want to laugh even harder. Though watching her grow increasingly flustered was adorable, he didn’t wish to go too far. Watching her tremble made it all seem a touch cruel. Just like her adoptive mother, it was almost too easy to push her buttons. Best he eased up before Rayfa completely blew her top off.

He leaned in curiously, waiting patiently for Rayfa’s tongue to untie itself. The thought she settled on caught him off guard.

“Embarrassing stories? I...didn’t think Ga’ran had anything like that on me,” he mused, rubbing his chin in his usual fashion. “I assumed she’d tell you something more akin to horror stories.” That was the propaganda she loved to swirl around, after all. All those flattering murals of him she had painted in Amara’s tomb spoke to that. That alone convinced him that Rayfa would run for the hills if she were ever caught in the same room with “the demon who took Amara’s life.” He really had to thank Apollo for clearing that one up.

“Well, what are these stories?” He perked up with genuine interest. “Give me the juiciest you’ve got! Don’t hold back - this dragon’s got thick scales!”

[dubledragon-blog]

 homuchan:

@dubledragon

It was easy enough for Homura to spot Dhurke among the others in the city. A man like him easily stood out – even if he weren’t so large and intimidating-looking, he carried himself in a certain way that most simply could not do. Of course, she couldn’t just leave that stone unturned. She waltzed right up to him, a smile on her face the whole way.

“Hey, you’re that revolutionary Dhurke Sahdmadhi, aren’t you? Giant muscles, scar, eyepatch… you know what? You remind me a lot of my adoptive father!”

“Only difference is, he’s got a beard.”

He never would have imagined that his exploits in Khura’in would reach the ears of people in this remote city. Their news and television seemed to pertain more to the area than foreign affairs from what he had seen. The flames of revolution had a way of spreading beyond even his control, it seemed. Dhurke greeted the woman with a grin.

“In the flesh! Surprised to see I have fans even out here,” he laughed. He began rubbing his chin. “Is that right? You know, I’d always considered growing a beard, but my wife said I looked more handsome clean-shaven. I started shaving for her sake, but now it’s just habit. Wonder if I should start fresh...”

“Ah, but enough of that. Who might you be?”

[sahdmadhian-blog]

At least he addresses her properly - if he dropped that, if he called her by name or by their relation, she doesn’t know if she could control herself, keep the fear at bay. Her chin tips up further, if only because she had hardly been aware of how tall Dhurke was, as if looking up at Nahyuta. 

She doesn’t hate him (not anymore, not after his final trial) - and her desire to know him was genuine, but was easier said than acted on. Her nature, her instinct, is still a decade of hatred, carefully developed and fanned by Ga’ran.

Does he know I know? she wonders, suddenly, remembering when it was that Amara became herself again. Does he know what became clear and what didn’t? Should she tell him - should she greet him as she should, no matter what a betrayal to Inga that is, no matter what Inga did to the man standing in front of her?

She laughs, though, a technique taught to her by observing Ga’ran. “Alive again? Surely if the Holy Mother wished to favour one of her children with life again, it would not be you.”

The bitterness - the harshness in her tone, she doesn’t mean it. She doesn’t, but it’s how she protects herself. She wants to say that Inga would be before him, but can she? Can she, really? Can she, when she knows what Inga did, to Dhurke, to so many, when she knows how deep that will slice? No, she decides - that’s too far, and a wound she’s not ready to prod at, on either of their parts.

“You were -” she grits her teeth, sets her jaw. “You were cleared of all charges. You are no longer an enemy of the crown nor of Khura’in in general. But I am still the Royal Priestess.”

[dubledragon-blog]

She threw out that quip without a second thought, and though she likely intended it to sting, he instead burst into laughter. There was something about that wit that brought a nostalgic grin to his face. After all those years, he thought her only influence would be the lies Ga’ran and Igna spoonfed her on a regular basis. Yet there it was - her true mother’s wit out in full display. He knew with Amara locked up, there was no way the two of them could have interacted. Could it have just been in the genes?

“Hey, I’m inclined to agree with you there! Someone must’ve taken pity on this sorry soul though. It’s something I’d like to get to the bottom of, eventually.”

This was...a lot more pleasant than he would’ve guessed. Perhaps he was just happy to be in her presence in any capacity? Part of him wished he could tell her the truth, but he was no fool. She’d call him a putrid madman and probably conk him on the head with that staff - and who would blame her? She already had two parents she loved dearly. There was no room for him or Amara. Anyone would reject the sudden notion that they were adopted (a generous word for Rayfa’s situation, if you asked him). Losing Rayfa was an unfortunate cost of being tangled in that devil woman’s web, but as long as he at least got to talk to her...

“Does being the Royal Priestess mean you have to hate me? You know by now I don’t bite.”

[sahdmadhian-blog]

No. No, no, no, no, no - no! No! She sees sight of a familiar form, one that instinctively fills her with revulsion despite all she’s learned, and she clutches her staff to her chest as though it might protect her.

If Dhurke Sahdmadhi is here… Then she must be dead, yes? How else - how else could she be here, on the same plane of existence of him? But how - how could she have died? What could have happened - would she not know, then, that she had died?

“Dh-” her voice cracks, fails, and she clears her throat and straightens her back, lets Ga'ran’s words fill her. She is worthless as a princess, if she cannot do her duty, dead or not.

“Dhurke Sahdmadhi, revolutionary.” She steps towards him, head high, eyes fearless (but a lie, a lie, a lie, she’s so scared her vision is swimming, so scared she could collapse, so scared to speak to him, to be here, to be dead). “What sin against the Holy Mother could I have committed to end in the same hell as you?”

@dubledragon

[dubledragon-blog]

The interjection catches him off guard. The voice was shaky and hesitant, but it struck him as familiar all the same. It wasn’t until it spoke his name that he pinned down its owner. He turned to its source and stared down at her as though he were the one who had just seen a ghost. “Y-Your Benevolence!”

As always, whenever the young princess caught his eye, a swirl of conflicting emotions gave rise in his chest. Being the man who sought to overthrow her “mother,” he knew she wasn’t exactly a member of his fan club. He always worried over how she would react coming face to face with him. Honestly, she was such an abrasive child that her yelling even made him nervous. Above that, however, he could help but rejoice in how she was to grow radiant and healthy. Just a shame he couldn’t have been a part of that...

But he learned to bury those feelings ages ago. More importantly was the matter of their sudden reunion - if you could even call it one. “Well, Your Benevolence, that’s the thing - this isn’t the Twilight Realm. At least, that’s the working theory...I’m actually alive again. Somehow...” As he awkwardly tried to explain all this, he got a better read of her body language. She put on a show of authority, but the cracks were there.

He raised an eyebrow. “...Hey, don’t look so stiff, Your Benevolence. We’re not in Khura’in anymore - you and I aren’t enemies. Let’s drop the glares and talk like every day people, alright?”

Would she acquiesce? Not too likely...

[dubledragon-blog]

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[dhatr-blog]

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[dubledragon-blog]

praying my boy doesn’t vore or get vored tonight.

[rpmememaker]

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[kokonehime-blog]

“…” Nope. Nnnnnope. Nope. Nuh-uh. She definitely doesn’t recognise this guy. Nope. Mmnh. “Yes… That’s my name. How do I know you again..?”

She would definitely recognize someone this big and this distinctive. And yet she doesn’t. 

[dubledragon-blog]

Dhurke steps back, his expression making it clear he was a touch offended. “Huh? You don’t remember me? That’s odd...I usually make lasting impressions on people.” Most people don’t get dragged to a different country because of him, even.

He shrugged. “My name is Dhurke Sahdmadhi. Leader of the Defiant Dragons. I raised your colleague Apollo Justice when he was younger. I was your client for the civil case for the Founder’s Orb. Ring any bells yet?”

[dhatr-blog]

Nahyuta steps back. As soon as Dhurke mentions the trial, the questions lurking in the back of his head rear their own, and he can hardly keep his mouth shut long enough to let his father finish his sentences. He shakes his head slightly, though, in response to the last. “I recall nothing of the sort,” he says, his tone returning to ponderous. “Though I remember very little of what I was doing before I arrived here.” The last thing he can recall is facing Apollo during a trial, and his eyes close briefly as he offer up a quick prayer that he hadn’t been spirited away during the trial, at least.

But as soon as he is done speaking his piece, more words come tumbling out. “You… during that trial…” His throat is conspicuously dry, but he pauses for only a moment and keeps speaking. “You let us all think you were alive.” He remembers being so desperate for a conclusion, so that maybe, just maybe, he could go back to his father, back to the ideals he was raised with. When he had heard of Dhurke’s disappearance, that tentative hope had gone with him. “I thought you had abandoned the courts,” he grinds out, “we both thought you lost faith in them.”

He has to stop for a second, raw feeling rising to his chest. He has no idea what it is – it’s such a mix of emotion he can’t put a name to it – but it threatens to silence him. He tamps it back down. “I thought once that trial was over… everything would be done with. Why did you not just tell us?”

[dubledragon-blog]

Though it put his mind to ease that Nahyuta didn’t bite the dust, it still made Dhurke’s sudden gift of life one huge question mark on the whole ordeal...

There it was. The question he was anticipating. Of course his actions would seem cruel or unusual to everyone but himself. His expression turned stern and unapologetic. “What would I have said, Nahyuta?” He placed his hand on his hips and flashed a fake smile, exaggerating his tone to be more chipper. “’Hey there, son! Guess what? Your old man finally kicked the bucket! Just here to run a few errands then I’m off to the Twilight Realm!’”

He shook his head. Drilling the idea into Apollo’s head that he wouldn’t be passing on soon was hard enough. That distraught look in his eyes would haunt him to the afterlife - or whatever life this was supposed to be. “...There were things I still needed to do. Things I couldn’t do if I was pronounced dead. I had to see the rebellion through, but more importantly...” His face softened. “I needed to see you and Apollo one last time. I wanted to see you again like nothing was wrong, but as the trial grew closer, I knew Amara’s life was in danger. I just couldn’t keep up the facade anymore. I know the way you and everyone in court had to find out was...cruel. I’m sure it wasn’t the easiest pill to swallow...”

Dhurke himself swallowed, getting choked up at the thought of disappointing everyone who believed in him with his untimely demise. He thought learning through the trial would be the best way, but certainly not the easiest. “Believe me, son. You and I becoming a family again...It’s all I’ve ever wanted. But I got too headstrong, and I paid the price. Please, forgive your idiot father...”

[dubledragon-blog]

dhatr:

Nahyuta had opened his mouth to speak again, but he had hardly begun to exhale when suddenly his view changed — blocked by the same sight he’d gotten so used to seeing as a child, when he’d gone crying to Dhurke after Apollo took one of his toys, or after he scraped his knee on the way back to their house, or when the both of them fell into the river. How long had it been since he had last hugged his father? It had to have been years: like all other teenagers, hadn’t Nahyuta thought he’d grown out of it? After all this time, the sheltering contact of Dhurke’s arms feels the same as it had when he was a child. Reassuring. Solid. Instinctively, his own hand grips Dhurke’s jacket, the fabric under his fingers telling him that yes, this is real. Something he thought would never happen again.

All too soon, his mind comes back to him and he steps away from the contact, immediately missing it, but he has to get to the bottom of this now. “F—Dhurke,” he says, correcting himself — the term Father is too familiar, and he doesn’t deserve to call him that now — “How in the name of the Holy Mother are you here? Are you being channeled again?” If his voice is louder or more shaken than usual he will not acknowledge that.

The tug at his jacket was the last thing he expected, but it was a pleasant surprise regardless. Here he thought Nahyuta would fling those rosaries around his skull and tighten them until his head popped. To hold his son in his arms like this and to have his affections reciprocated...It gave meaning to his decades of fighting, and his eventual sacrifice. Dhurke didn’t dare look a gift horse in the mouth by questioning Nahyuta’s sudden reception to his presence. He simply milked he moment for all it was worth. He stifled back any tears that dared try to crawl their way to the surface and instead forced a big grin as Nahyuta ended the embrace. The last thing he wanted was for this happy reunion to turn tearful.

“T-To be honest, I thought you could tell me that...” Nervous laughter masked his embarrassment and confusion. He knew that news of his death would break out during the trial, so Nahyuta gawking at him like he were a ghost didn’t faze him. He wished to know the trial’s outcome, but there was a wealth of other questions that demanded his attention first. “The last thing I remember is being on trial...I thought this was the Twilight Realm, but seeing as you’re here, that can’t be true...” As those words left his lips, that horrible thought crossed his mind once more.

“Unless...” He refused to say it; he didn’t even want to entertain the idea.

[dubledragon-blog]

@kokonehime

It was always a relief to see something familiar amidst the unknown. Thus, when he saw the spunky young lawyer in yellow from Apollo’s firm, he was eager to greet her. Anything to make himself look less like a lost, confused tourist.

“Fancy meeting you here! Bet you’re surprised to see me, right? Let’s see, it was, uh...” He rubbed his chin, searching the archives of his mind for the name. Ashley...April...Adrian...? Finally it clicked and he snapped his fingers. “Athena! Athena Cykes! Not to brag, but I’m great with names! Hah-ha ha ha ha!”