Sergei Strelka

"What's the point of victory without honor?" Tales of Zestiria RP。 Penned by Chris。 ※。 Indie Sergei Strelka。 Indie Boris Strelka。

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A few fun things for World Poetry Day! Art by: Looveel  Fic by: blooming_ednae

“No, no! You’ve got it all wrong; where’s the feeling, the passion, the intensity?!”

Sorey sighed. It was one thing to make him sit down and write something; it was another thing to make him sit down and write something for his fake wife.

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Okay, so it has been a while since I have been on here, but that break is just what I needed. Time to form new bonds and interactions.

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Boo.

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Tsundere Meter!!

“What does Soon-dare-ray mean?”

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"So you're the famous Sergei Strelka of the Platinum Knights. Cool! Nice to meet you I'm Ryotarou Tsuboi, but my friends call me Klein. I'm a mercenary around these parts."

Sergei Strelka was briefly nonplussed when the red-headed man brazenly strolled up to the Knights’ Tower and addressed the captain of the Platinum Knights in such a gregarious tone, but quickly dismissed the discountenance and instead opted to evince control of his own emotions as one of his rank must needs exhibit when confabulating with both citizens and travelers alike, especially given the current state of affairs between the three ruling kingdoms of Glenwood. The war may have curtailed between Rolance and Hyland but conflict between the northern nation continues evermore drawn out and random attacks from pro-war extremists continue despite their best efforts to snuff it out; it made the imperial leery that he would be targeted just as he have been for the past few weeks since both he and Princess Alisha of the Hyland Kingdom strove to negotiate a peaceful resolution between nations.

          “---Re-yo-tar-oh, you say? Well met,” he started, incapable of pronouncing far eastern names. “However, I must apologize.” He had never heard of a mercenary with such a foreign appellation, but if the man was anything like other soldiers of fortune, he would also assayed to be hired by the empire. “But the Platinum Knights nor the Rolance Empire have no need for hired sellswords at this moment. If you wish to sublet a contract, I ask that you speak with General Tuller.” He had no authority to hire mercenaries to begin with - much of that is decided by generals or the imperial family, though he doubted Emperor Lyte is willing to contract guilds in light of recent events.

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( WHAT IS YOUR MUSE’S MBTI PERSONALITY TYPE? )

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General:

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Heldalf certainly didn’t look like the man in that portrait; those proud and dignified feature were long gone. All that was left was a man who looked like he had lost everything and everyone he had ever held dear. Even his eyes held a dull expression in them, no light. That light had been stolen from him many years ago. His noble clothes were worn and tattered. He was a sorry sight to behold indeed.

It had been so long since someone had addressed him, that he didn’t react at first. Slowly, he turned his gaze from the dreary palace to the knight standing off to the side looking dumbfounded. Maybe he would have recognized Sergei, if he was still a child, but Heldalf wouldn’t have remembered anyone who had looked up to him. Not anymore.

“That was my title once, wasn’t it?” he said, a thin smile playing on his lips. He turned to face him. “A soldier of the Platinum Knights, I see. Come to arrest me for being here, have you?”

He chuckled bitterly at this.

The response he was given in that familiar sounding voice from twenty something moons ago had all but confirmed the man’s identity as the exiled general of Rolance, Georg Heldalf, the former Captain of the Platinum Knights and proud General of the Rolance Empire.

          “Arrest you...?” he repeated, still unsure of how to react. Those words had snapped him out of his reverie, and he soon caught himself staring.

          The exiled were supposedly not to set foot back in the capital city under any circumstances, regardless of the situation, and those that break such laws are to be detained by the empire. General Tuller had drilled that in with many knights before, but Sergei felt that man held a grudge against Heldalf and created such a rule to prevent anyone from taking his role as general away.

          “Ah, of course,” he finally said. “I am supposed to apprehend you for setting foot in Pendrago, but...”

Sergei was the type to believe in the good side in people, and the former knight has yet shown ill-intent towards Sergei or the city. On top of which, both he and Boris still looked up to Heldalf’s ideals prior to his exile that it wouldn’t sit right with the captain if he were to confine the other. Yet the laws must be explicitely followed to ensure order within the empire.

In other words, he was conflicted between his duties as a knight and his own emotions on the matter.

          “Might I ask why you are present, Sir?” he asked - should he still be addressed with the proper titles even after his expulsion?

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Sorey-dono:

Pendrago was much a lot more peaceful and lively now that the continuous rain had stopped and the Malevolence had decreased. It hadn’t completely subsided given the current situation of the world and between the two nations, but Sorey knew that it would never be completely gone until humans learned to coexist peacefully together. Of course, that was probably a stretch.

The city’s citizens seemed happy enough, though, even with the tensions between Rolance and Hyland. For now, things just seemed normal. That gave Sorey some relief.

“It’s nice to see Pendrago back to its old self.” Sorey said to himself, but most likely to the seraph who traveled with him. “I wonder how Sergei is doing, we did make things a little difficult for him and the Knights with the Cardinal’s death…” 

Perhaps you should pay him a short visit, if you’re worried, Sorey.

Yeah, no use wondering and getting yourself all worked up. I’m sure he’s fine though.

Sorey smiled lightly. “You’re right, let’s go see how he’s doing.” he said, ascending the steps to the northern quarter of the city where the knight’s tower was. 

The Platinum Knights could easily discern Sergei Strelka’s weary gaze even as he explained the details of their new patrol routes as a result of the Blue Tempest Knights sudden disarray in leadership due to the absence of a figurehead that commanded over them. Ever since Cardinal Forton’s death at the hands of the Scattered Bones, it has left much of the capital’s security in chaos and the citizens began to question the efficiency of the knights that protected them as a whole. General Tuller has barely kept the military under control for the most part, but every now and then, tensions would rise between the citizens and the knights that small riots would break out over trivial things. The disorder has kept the captain busy these last few days, enough so that he doesn’t allow his mind wander back to the stone cold figure of his younger twin’s corpse petrified by unknown means. For Sergei, continuing forward and grieving later was the only course of action he could take so that his sacrifice would not be in vein. But every now and then, he would often catch one of his men in the corner of his eyes often staring and appear as if they wished to say something in regards to his brother.

He sighed, concluding the instructions as his knights began to scatter and go about their duties..

     Pray, give me a little bit of good news.

For the passed few weeks, he still had not found hide nor hair of the Scattered Bones ever since Lady Rose had passed her message to the knights at the Shrinchurch entrance, and he was beginning to wonder if they could be found through normal means at all; nevermind that tensions between Hyland, Rolance and the kingdom to the north are still high.

Just as he was about to return to the knights’ tower, he spotted a familiar figure heading in his direction.

          “Sorey,” he greeted. Much of his enthusiasm when he first met the Shepherd had diminished due to recent events, but Sergei was glad to see a friendly face for once.

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Drunk Man I Met:

I still need to ask his name:

Perhaps Alistair would have protested or offered another option, yet his condition was gradually worsening, rather quickly considering he never even finished the bottle…In fact when Sergei shifted his weight to balance the two of them, the blond man made an attempt to move on his own, adjusting himself to move away from the man supporting him; however, almost immediately his legs gave out from under him without the extra muscle, fortunately Alistair’s arm never left the brunette’s shoulder and, with considerable effort (on both of their parts most likely) he was able to steady himself upright.

“Mmalrigh’…yoursh place?”

The drunken response hid the inebriated man’s true anxieties, the pieces weren’t that hard to put together, he was deteriorating far to quickly; it was entirely possible he had been drugged but when? He tried to think of a time when he wasn’t watching his drink but memory would not come, the only thing that was present was the ensnaring lull of sleep, the fear of what he had consumed smothered by the desire to drop to the floor.

And yet he struggled to stay awake the entire time, from the first step, to the next, and the next, and the next…if it wasn’t for Sergei that would have been the moment he dropped, but he didn’t, holding onto the man for safety, for confidence.

Too tired for trust, Alistair could only hope that he would wake up to see tomorrow.

Never had he thought would he be the one to handle one intoxicated patron in his life; such matters were usually handled by knights more experienced with dealing with the drunk while he himself would only hear of it when his men reported in about mercenaries causing a ruckus in the local tavern. As such, he, as a captain, hardly had much experience just caring for one compared to that of his men who attend to this situations on a daily basis.

It took quite a bit of effort, but they somehow made it to the room Sergei rented for the night. Much to his relief, the longer this continued, the less coherent the blond became and the heavier the burden he had to carry as the other man was starting to pass out.

          “You can sleep here in peace.”

He set the man on the single bed, thankful his newfound companion was not clad in armor himself, before closing the door of which they came in and locking it. Sergei was unsure if this sort of thing was normal or not but decided this was the best course of action to take. Facing the other man on the bed, he sighed: he himself had nowhere to sleep.

          “...”

Instead, he sat himself at the foot of the bed; this was going to be where he slept while keeping watch for any intruders that may barge in.

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Archer:

Were it truly up to him, he would’ve wished that his father had never saved him. That he had never found him in that rubble, and left him to die as he had deserved. Doing that would’ve avoided a fate like this — where he’d have to participate in the same war that’d done away with everything he once was. Without the title of Emiya, he truly was NOTHING at all.

Such thoughts began to cloud him, even as that spirit appeared — a formidable fellow, whose eyes were that of a trustworthy hero; a knight, perhaps? The armor was a giveaway.

❝Judging from appearance, I would guess that you were a SABER. If I am incorrect, you have my apologies.❞

As fate would have it, the unsung deeds he had accomplished in life were enough for his name to be immortalized and placed among the many stars that dotted across lands, seas, and skies, giving rise to the forgotten hero that helped unite the old kingdoms of yore.

Yet to be called upon by an omnipotent wish granting chalice for the purpose of regulating and judging a bloody battle royale between seven heroic spirits was truly quite the mystery. He knew, the information gained through the Holy Grail itself upon his summoning, what entailed his duty assigned to his role: something or someone in this Grail War was breaking the the laws set forth by the three founders, and he needed to monitor the situation and act accordingly.

          “You are Archer, no?”

Appearance alone would not suffice to give information normally but due to the benefits of his servant class, he was gifted with a unique form of clairvoyance that allowed him to view every detail and status of every participant in the war. Such would be a valuable ally to have, and the worst enemy to have, if it were not for the fact that he himself chose not to participate. As such, he remained seemingly unguarded yet highly aware of his surroundings and presence.

          “Fear naught,” despite gaining the knowledge of all languages and dialect of the modern era, he still chose to speak in his archaic tongue. “I am not here to challenge you. I am of the Ruler class.”

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Former Captain of the Platinum Knights:

Heldalf couldn’t remember the last time he had actually set foot in Pendrago, it was usually his minions that interacted with those in political power. It was probably when he was still human, that he had been here. He could almost remember being the revered soldier he was, but that was in the far distant past. All that was left was the shell of a man he used to be.

Few people in the crowd could probably see him for what he was and even fewer would believe them if they could. Some felt uncomfortable, some thought that he was familiar, but Heldalf doubted that the common folk who were old enough would remember him. Perhaps that was for the best.

This place hasn’t changed much, but perhaps the Malevolence has increased. He wasn’t even sure he knew that when he was a human.

The Lord of Calamity stopped before the Palace, gazing up at him as if to reminisce on old times. He didn’t know why, but maybe the nostalgia made him feel like himself, if only for a little bit.

“Bah.” he grunted to himself. “I don’t need such human emotion.”

Sergei Strelka could not shake the feeling that aught was amiss and that the air was unusually thick in trepidation. The incessant rain impeded with much of the knights’ duties to protect and serve the empire as a whole, and even with the help of the Blue Tempest Knights, they could only cover so much of their proud nation, especially under the orders of General Tuller whom already had his hands full dealing with the impending war with the Hyland Kingdom. Now this new heavy air of dread only seemed to add to the increasing anxieties that the citizens felt towards the Imperial Prince and the defenders of Rolance. Stepping out of the Platinum Knights’ Tower and into the torrential downpour with only the armor on his back to shield him from the extreme weather, he was met with an unusual sight.

Stood tall before Sergei was a man with blond hair and a sharp expression that seem to bore into the Imperial Palace. Twenty some years ago, he was but a boy of age ten studying how to become a knight at the Imperial Academy; he remembered a man with strikingly similar appearance once performing the famed Arte both he and Boris strived to learn in their childhood, a man whose portrait yet remained plastered on the wall of the guard’s tower and inspired the the twins throughout their knighthood. He could not forget such an important figure, no matter how much time may have passed, and yet, the man appeared as though he hadn’t aged a day. 

          “General Heldalf...?” he spoke, unable to prevent the name of the exiled general from escaping his lips.

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Shepherd’s Wife:

I wonder what she wants to say:

“No worries no worries ~ !” +Oh man..she should really get the whole wife of the shepherd thing straightened out. “Think of it as an apology !” For more than one thing. Honestly, she forgot about the whole married couple shtick and didn’t think Sergei even believed that.

“Besides, there’s something I have to tell you as we eat.” A bead of sweat trailed down Rose’s back, and she suddenly became aware of how nervous she felt.

“So now that we’ve got this all decided !” Sergei couldn’t persuade her even if he tried so she decided to derail that side of the subject. “Where are we heading ?”

Sergei had forthwith descried Rose’s shift in comportment and became visibly concerned something is awry; he hoped naught betided to Sorey or Princess Alisha. Between his duties of protecting the Imperial Family of Rolance and searching for the Scattered Bones, the knight was quite the occupied man these days. Even still, he would find the time to make room on his busy schedule to speak with his close friends.

---Though Rose barely gave him much time to respond and question her regarding that situation; he’d have to learn more when they are appropriately seated.

          “I do know of a tavern that serves quite the menu,” he finally said after a short pause to gather his thoughts, though still concerned about what she mentioned. “It is close to the bakery on the south side of the city.”

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Finally, done with drug tests, assessment tests, job applications, and interviews. I can find time to write.

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>Sees a Heldalf blog.

Quick question.

It has been a while since I lasted played Tales of Zestiria, however, I know non-resinant humans wouldn’t be able to perceive Hellions normally but they could see a fully manifested dragon in the second battle of Glaivend Basin. So my question here is: would normal humans like Sergei see the Lord of Calamity’s Hellion form or his Human form?

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Sergei Strelka’s name written in Glenwood script.

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Sorey-dono.

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It was… strange to be travelling with so many others, humans at that. The seraphs all expressed their disinterest in the idea, that something about this sat wrong, but Sorey was certain it’d turn out well. They were a smart group who’d heed his word without question, if he told them it was too dangerous he was sure they’d understand. At least Sergei would and he was their captain, the rest of the order would have to pay mind to any orders he issued.

As they travel he indulged the questions to the best of his ability, even providing quotes directly from the celestial record because he’d never miss an opportunity to gab about that. Sergei speaking up caught his attention above all else, Sorey surprised to hear him speak of the seraphim. Few people seemed interested in them during these troubled times and the verdant hues of his eyes sparkled at their mention.

❛ They are. ❜ As if to demonstrate this Sorey threw an arm about Mikleo’s shoulders, jostling the water seraph a little with a pat to the chest. ❛ Usually when we travel they stay inside me, ❜ well wasn’t that a fun sentence to say, ❛ but they’re- ow! ❜ Refusing to indulge him Mikleo had elbowed him in the side and it took quite a lot of willpower for the Shepherd to not follow up on it. Poke battles with the empty space next to him probably wasn’t the best thing for him image. Sorey just huffed and with a final glare he looked back to Sergei before he really got off track and forgot what the man had said entirely. That’d be embarrassing.

❛ Feel free, I’ll answer to the best of my ability. ❜

He knew most of his men would be skeptical whenever it came to the heavenly tribe, that such holy beings would deign to stand side by side with average people like himself and his subordinates. He could understand their dubiety - he had felt the same just weeks prior, at least until he had a fateful encounter with the Shepherd. Seraphim only existed in fairy tales and within the teachings of the holy church, and they had little to no proof that such holy beings even existed.

Said seraphim had admonished their shepherd, if he was reading the situation correctly, at least as best he could given the imperceptible communication he was only understanding half of. The idea of being on friendly and equal terms with such divine people would be blasphemous for most to comprehend, but Sergei found the concept intriguing.

          “Inside you?” he repeated with a bemused look. He tried to imagine how that were possible and the only image coming to mind were ghostly figures abiding within Sorey’s very being. Instead of questioning his friend on what it meant, assuming it to be another concept he understood little of between shepherd and seraph, Sergei chose to ask something that he was curious about for a while since he first saw the boy.

          “Might I ask what your friends’ names are? I fear I may have been discourteous for not knowing their appellation.”

First, he must know what to refer to them as, rather them call their allies by their race.