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@justicesworn
Welcome to Justice Sworn, the dash-only home to the Swords of Justice!
This is a selective, highly private, low activity roleplaying side blog affiliated with @unovasrose. Cobalion, Virizion, Terrakion, and Keldeo have chosen Rosa as their hero and will refer to her as such.
The box is cramped! And just what was it made of, steel? Kicking and banging on the box had only earned Sylvia the box being shaken and Augustine's muffled voice telling her to pipe down. Something something, for her own good. And her antlers didn't do anything to break her out either.
"Augie! Let me out!" Finally, she felt the box being set down. That left her standing. "Augustine!" No answer. Whatever this blasted box was cursed with, it was strong for no one to hear her.
The front of the box was poked. Poked? Or tipped? Whatever, it meant she could bang on the box and hopefully get an escape. Or answers. Just what was she in here for?
The response to his poke startles the Cobalion momentarily. There's clearly something (or someone?) inside this container. He circles the box, poking it on occasion, which garners a similar response. Something sentient is definitely in there...
Does he releases it? It's probably nothing he can't handle.
Taking hold of the end of the enormous ribbon, he loosens it and fully pulls it off the box. The sealed container has a seam, which appears to be shut by some sort of powerful force. He'll have to use force to crack it.
"Hm. If there's anyone in here, I suggest you duck your head."
That's all the warning he gives before an eerie red glow overcomes his body as he uses Swords Dance.... and then his arm contorts into a steely blade that he lashes out with, cleanly slicing off the top of the box.
When he realizes who's inside, he falters.
"You... how did you end up in here?"
"Almost got you right in the kisser, slowking~ Too bad your brothers aren't as quick on the draw as my friends are!"
Sylvia is fingerwaving, her cheeks hurting from laughing so much during their snowball fight.
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Athos can't even really be upset. He'd let himself get distracted and Sylvia had rightfully taken advantage of the opportunity. Shouldn't she be the one to blame for looking so cute, though?
He might've lost that one but even he has to admit that it was fun. Aramis had finally stepped up to the plate as his favorite brother and avenged him against the fairy queen. D'Artagnan had been a surprise, even if he'd let himself get bullied by a pair of tiny bears in the end.
"Better sleep with one eye open. I'll get my revenge before the week is over." He flashes her a smirk. The leader of the Swords makes no empty threats.
Augustine finally got the box wrapped up. He needed help making sure the creases were straight and the bow was pretty. The problem was that it was big, heavy, awkward to carry and squirmed. He had to stop several times to threaten to shake the box and catch his breath.
Finally, he made it to the meeting spot. Carefully, the giant box was lowered to the ground. The Yveltal just hoped that the brothers didn't have as much trouble wrangling their end.
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"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU----" That's the last out of Athos before Aramis slaps a thick piece of tape over his mouth.
Not that the Cobalion needs any words to express his fury and discontent at being wrangled like a savage beast. Piercing eyes burn like coals beneath furrowed brows as he shoots his brother a look that would put any other creature six feet under instantly. As it is, Aramis is largely unaffected and merely lets out a jolly laugh as he grabs Athos by the legs, leaving the upper body to Porthos. His eldest brother is least likely to get headbutted by an angry goat.
"Trust me, you'll thank me later. Now stop glaring before I throw a sack over your head!"
That earns him even more displeased squirming as Athos fights against his restraints. The ropes that bind him together won't hold on for long. Better hurry...
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When they finally reach the agreed-upon meeting spot, Aramis and Porthos unceremoniously drop Athos onto the forest floor and bolt before they get smited on the spot. The enraged Cobalion eventually snaps the ropes to earn his freedom and rips the tape off his mouth with a loud curse... that is then followed by a long string of curses directed at his brothers and everything under the sun until he notices The Box.
What the hell?
Eyes narrowed, he pokes the box, not expecting any sort of reaction.
An insufferable Samurott has appeared?!
Athos doesn't look too pleased to see her.
It's Augustine!
"Hey, Aramis. Need your help pinning down the goat. I'll box up the deer."
"Dunno what you're planning, my friend, but I like it. I'd better get Porthos to help me though. If we don't pin him from both ends, he'll squirm his way free." Probably something far more violent than squirm, knowing his hard-headed brother.
🕯️for Athos @justicesworn :3c
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Ugh, that had to be asked. She wished she was back in the dark, where it was easier to be honest and know that no one could know it was her or hurt him.
"He- he's infuriating. ...ly perfect. He's strong, he's able to find a hero among humans even after seeing the worst in them. He's a dashing hero, the knight in shining armor any princess would pine for. He risked his life to protect other Pokemon, leading them. And- and he still does it!"
"And he's still kind enough to just tolerate me when I'm... Acting like a 'princess'. He brought me flowers after I teased him with chocolate. He listened to me when I had a flashback. As much as I tease him or try to fluster him, I don't want to fall in love and drive him away. Or hurt him."
Maybe it's not too late to go back to get lost in Glimwood Tangle and forget she said everything?
"So. What is the likelihood any of you are going to be Rosa's bridesmen at her wedding?"
"If I don't walk Rosa down the aisle, then she is NOT getting married to that clown."
"We could wear extravagant suits at Rosa's celebration of love!"
"I mean, if she wants us there, sure."
"I think that's a yes from all of us, if she'll have us!"
Oh, to be young... and covered in glitter.
It's not all it's cracked up to be.
Covered head to toe in what very well could be fairy dust, D'Artagnan sighs. He's merely a casualty of proximity.
A package shows up for Aramis, wrapped in his favorite color and has a bow on it. When he unwraps it, a cloud of pink, extra fine glitter envelops him.
Despite being covered head to toe in glitter, he can't help but flash a thumbs-up.
#WORTHIT
@silverdeer / continued from here
Leave it to SYLVIA, of all deities, to tempt fate with such a brazen game of chance... but he had been no less of a fool to let his brother goad him into trying his luck with the goddess of life.
When the dice rolls into a 1, he's too busy mentally sputtering at the odds of it all to notice her making her move. The strangled cry of surprise that escapes him when Sylvia grabs him by the shoulders is promptly silenced by her mouth, her lips pressed against his.
Soft. Warm. Intoxicating. It's like the world suddenly stops on its axis. Everything else ceases to exist, blurred and indistinct as he focuses on only her and the sweetness of her lips. His hands twitch and flex, eager to take hold of her, but they never get a chance to.
Before he can muster another coherent thought, she's gone, leaving him feeling cold and just a little bit helpless. Damn it.
Guess she already regrets it...
oh fuck it agdjfmfkg
I want the K // from Athos @justicesworn
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Sylvia narrowed her eyes. "Did Aramis make you do this or something?" Maybe she should send him a glitter bomb. Just because.
Why, why why did she leave the type up to chance? But, she had no choice.
Sylvia hesitated for a moment. Ugh, if she kept this up, he'd think there was something else going on. And there isn't! There- there never was! Just make it quick, she can do steamy and quick, right? Even if she despises him.
Sylvia leaned down and pulled Athos by his shoulders in for the kiss.
It was too good. Practically intoxicating. Sylvia had hoped to steal his breath but the kiss had taken hers away. When they parted, she stepped backwards.
No, no, no no no!
She wasn't going to admit any of this! Not how perfect it felt, not how much she wanted it again. Wild Xerneas fled!
Suddenly, he's not looking so bad, IS HE?
Why does he have the nagging feeling that he's been roasted to hell and back?
He doesn't get why she's upset about it, she's the one that made a bingo card tailored specifically to him.
from @justicesworn :3c
"Hey! I said GOAT doesn't mean a literal goat!"
What's worse is she put 'sexy with a sword'. Probably should have put 'knight in shining armor aesthetic' or something instead. At least Athos would be that much farther away from a blackout.
