And The Good Will Prevail.

Rajish Chakrabarti Keeper of Peace, Leader of Light, Bearer of Sorrow. ⭐️ This is a role playing blog for mine and @12yo 's Monoverse.

[messengeroflight]

Your two weeks are up. Where the hell is he?

Aww. Are you worried? I think you’re in dire need to get your eyes checked. How would white flecks look on the leader of the Darks? It only shows how wrong you and your lots way of thinking and doing is. Your messenger is, unsurprisingly, a fascinating specimen. Medical and SciRes are in ecstatics. You got yourself a nice pet there, with this intriguing mutation of his.

[darkestbusinessman]

Fuck off, is he a pet. I’m collecting him tonight, at four in evening. Tell them Imm coming, and if I don’t get what I came for, I’m wiping out everything these dark eyes see. Be warned.

[messengeroflight]

My, my, dear, language… Do I detect…? Could it be… Emotion? Asterion, you mock yourself. But fine. I will not be at the mansion at 4pm, unlike some I will not allow sloth, least in myself. Naomi will let you in. General Andersen most likely will be in at that time, he knows of everything, business agreements, war tactics, trading agreements. That should be enough “entertainment” till we return.

[darkestbusinessman]

If I wanted to potter around for a house tour, I would’ve asked. Bring him to the border at four. No later. I don’t care who brings him. I’m not negotiating with you. I’m busy myself.

[messengeroflight]

Fine, fine, you reap what you sow, dear. My soldiers won’t be as kind as me though, but like you said, you don’t care and neither do I.

[darkestbusinessman]

{ Four in the evening. The darkest came with guards to the border. }

Asterion looked rather worried. He was there on the dot, scanning around to find his messenger.

[messengeroflight]

The border patrol immediately recognized the Dark convoy. "Orders from Elohim! Open hatch 45E," a higher ranking officer called. "Send the subject through. Did you lot give him the letter?"

The heavily barred door of 45E slid open, revealing a hooded, slightly hunched over figure and two massive guards behind it. One pushed his rep gun into the figures back forcefully, sending him sprawling on the muddy ground. "Here's your slut, Dark scum," he yelled. Both cackled, elbowing each other in obvious amusement. Before anything further could occur, possibly leading to several casualties, the hatch slid close, sealing Light territory again.

[messengeroflight]

Your two weeks are up. Where the hell is he?

Aww. Are you worried? I think you’re in dire need to get your eyes checked. How would white flecks look on the leader of the Darks? It only shows how wrong you and your lots way of thinking and doing is. Your messenger is, unsurprisingly, a fascinating specimen. Medical and SciRes are in ecstatics. You got yourself a nice pet there, with this intriguing mutation of his.

[darkestbusinessman]

Fuck off, is he a pet. I’m collecting him tonight, at four in evening. Tell them Imm coming, and if I don’t get what I came for, I’m wiping out everything these dark eyes see. Be warned.

[messengeroflight]

My, my, dear, language… Do I detect…? Could it be… Emotion? Asterion, you mock yourself. But fine. I will not be at the mansion at 4pm, unlike some I will not allow sloth, least in myself. Naomi will let you in. General Andersen most likely will be in at that time, he knows of everything, business agreements, war tactics, trading agreements. That should be enough “entertainment” till we return.

[darkestbusinessman]

If I wanted to potter around for a house tour, I would’ve asked. Bring him to the border at four. No later. I don’t care who brings him. I’m not negotiating with you. I’m busy myself.

[messengeroflight]

Fine, fine, you reap what you sow, dear. My soldiers won't be as kind as me though, but like you said, you don't care and neither do I.

[messengeroflight]

Your two weeks are up. Where the hell is he?

Aww. Are you worried? I think you’re in dire need to get your eyes checked. How would white flecks look on the leader of the Darks? It only shows how wrong you and your lots way of thinking and doing is. Your messenger is, unsurprisingly, a fascinating specimen. Medical and SciRes are in ecstatics. You got yourself a nice pet there, with this intriguing mutation of his.

[darkestbusinessman]

Fuck off, is he a pet. I’m collecting him tonight, at four in evening. Tell them Imm coming, and if I don’t get what I came for, I’m wiping out everything these dark eyes see. Be warned.

[messengeroflight]

My, my, dear, language... Do I detect...? Could it be... Emotion? Asterion, you mock yourself. But fine. I will not be at the mansion at 4pm, unlike some I will not allow sloth, least in myself. Naomi will let you in. General Andersen most likely will be in at that time, he knows of everything, business agreements, war tactics, trading agreements. That should be enough "entertainment" till we return.

[messengeroflight]

Your two weeks are up. Where the hell is he?

Aww. Are you worried? I think you're in dire need to get your eyes checked. How would white flecks look on the leader of the Darks? It only shows how wrong you and your lots way of thinking and doing is. Your messenger is, unsurprisingly, a fascinating specimen. Medical and SciRes are in ecstatics. You got yourself a nice pet there, with this intriguing mutation of his.

[opalescentmist-deactivated20170]

Celestine derived from a Latin word meaning heavenly is a stone of purity and peace it is said to have been used to ward of evil being passed down in families to act somewhat as a guardian angel.

[12yo-deactivated20161020]

@messengeroflight

[messengeroflight]

Fun fact: my surrogate sister was named Celeste!!

She couldn’t get to be an angel, but here I am! I may not look the part, but I try my best...

[inboxideas]

On anonymous, tell me if you had one night alone with my character – NO REPERCUSSIONS – what would you do with them?

[messengeroflight]

By the way, “sweetie”. Your messenger’s still in medical, unconscious. Dunno if he’ll wake up. Quite frankly, I don’t give a damn right now. Joke’s definitely on you.

[darkestbusinessman]

Don’t say that you don’t give a damn about him. He’s one of the only reasons why we speak so personally, how I know your side, how you know mine. He’s the reason this war is a fair fight. You NEED to keep me posted on his health and location. I don’t give a fuck about anybody else back there other than him and you.

[messengeroflight]

*incoming call from Rajish Chakrabarti* Pick up/Decline?

[darkestbusinessman]

{ Pick up }

“What is it?” Asterion growled, trying to hide the concern for his messenger, “you don’t normally bother callin’…”

[messengeroflight]

The rustling of sheets could be heard through the receiver. “That was harsh of me. I’m sorry.” Raj sighed, rubbing his bandaged hand over his forehead. “I don’t know, my nerves are kind of…” He sighed again. “This’ll be the only time you hear me apologize… Don’t expect this again. I just… Know. How you feel, I mean. Because of Dimitrij. I talked to the medics, earlier. He’ll be fine. It’s more the shock that knocked him out than the injuries.”

[darkestbusinessman]

Aster sighed deeply, “thank god… I suppose I need to wait for you to rebuild and catch up now. I could infiltrate right now… but then again you and Dimitrij are…”

Letting out another deep sigh he spoke rather roughly, “two weeks. To rebuild. To be well. I want a fair fight… get him home to me.”

[messengeroflight]

“You know, the former emperor wouldn’t have been so kind. Glad to know you still have a heart… Of some sorts. Two weeks. Alright.” 
Raj blinked against the darkness in the room. He didn’t expect Asterion to be so generous… That he actually /cared/ in some twisted way. 
He felt his heart lurch at the thought, a warm prickling feeling in his chest. He quickly pushed it away, probably was only the injuries, making him feel all weird and not at all himself. 
All of a sudden, he realized that Asterion still was on a phone, waiting patiently. He could hear his breathig, deep and a bit ragged. It was calming.
“Goodnight,” Raj whispered. Click.

[messengeroflight]

By the way, “sweetie”. Your messenger’s still in medical, unconscious. Dunno if he’ll wake up. Quite frankly, I don’t give a damn right now. Joke’s definitely on you.

[darkestbusinessman]

Don’t say that you don’t give a damn about him. He’s one of the only reasons why we speak so personally, how I know your side, how you know mine. He’s the reason this war is a fair fight. You NEED to keep me posted on his health and location. I don’t give a fuck about anybody else back there other than him and you.

[messengeroflight]

*incoming call from Rajish Chakrabarti* Pick up/Decline?

[darkestbusinessman]

{ Pick up }

“What is it?” Asterion growled, trying to hide the concern for his messenger, “you don’t normally bother callin’…”

[messengeroflight]

The rustling of sheets could be heard through the receiver. "That was harsh of me. I'm sorry." Raj sighed, rubbing his bandaged hand over his forehead. "I don't know, my nerves are kind of..." He sighed again. "This'll be the only time you hear me apologize... Don't expect this again. I just... Know. How you feel, I mean. Because of Dimitrij. I talked to the medics, earlier. He'll be fine. It's more the shock that knocked him out than the injuries."

[messengeroflight]

By the way, “sweetie”. Your messenger’s still in medical, unconscious. Dunno if he’ll wake up. Quite frankly, I don’t give a damn right now. Joke’s definitely on you.

[darkestbusinessman]

Don’t say that you don’t give a damn about him. He’s one of the only reasons why we speak so personally, how I know your side, how you know mine. He’s the reason this war is a fair fight. You NEED to keep me posted on his health and location. I don’t give a fuck about anybody else back there other than him and you.

[messengeroflight]

*incoming call from Rajish Chakrabarti* Pick up/Decline?

[messengeroflight]

Favourite food/drink ?????????,

I actually take great delight in pastries and cakes, especially things with strawberries and chocolate. I have a rather sweet tooth ;)For drinks, I have to say, nothing better than a slightly sweetened cup of cool lemon ice tea, don't you agree? We have really hot summers here, always has been like that, and my surrogate mother always used to make me a glass. Ah now I'm getting sentimental again, sorry for that. Thank you for asking, dear!

[messengeroflight]

What motivates you Raj?

It's quite simple actually. As a leader, it is my duty to protect my people from everything that harms them. What is an empire without it's citizens? Nothing. And what harms them or endangers them at the moment? Exactly, these foolish, reckless Darks with a superiority complex. Asterion is a threat. I will not have my people living in fear anymore. My forefathers couldn't end this war, but I will. This must end. The Darks will realize that the path of Light is the right one. We will undoubtedly win. And this will finally be over. I will protect my lands, dear.No matter what it takes.

[messengeroflight]

By the way, "sweetie". Your messenger's still in medical, unconscious. Dunno if he'll wake up. Quite frankly, I don't give a damn right now. Joke's definitely on you.

[messengeroflight]

How'd you like my little show on the battlefield? xoxo

Asterion, leave me be. I'm tired, in dire need of rest and the medics will surely have my head if I tear my stitches again. You damn well now that thisThingBombWhatever it was Hit our tactics tent. The lightning bolts took out half of our leading tacticians and every single piece of tech in there is useless now. Happy now, fool? I'll let you know that we captured a few of your soldiers of leading position. I'm having the interrogation facilities on speed dial, my dear. You'll pay for this.

[messengeroflight]

Asterion, you’re a coward. Who would’ve thought that the “mighty” leader of the Darks would hide behind an anonymity? Face me like a man, if you want to play an adults game.

[darkestbusinessman]

Fine, here I am. Just thought it’d be nice to give you love from a common greyeyes. A game? Oh, that’s right. This war is a game to you isn’t it? My o'my, I really shouldn’t be talking to you right now. You know being mighty takes up a lot of my time.

[messengeroflight]

I’m no greyeyes, and you know it. How can I not see this as a game when the other combatants are making fools of themselves? It must be a game, you can’t honestly be serious. 
I should laugh, really, Asterion. Tell me, what makes you Darks so— well let’s say “mighty” here. You’re nothing more than a bunch of badly organized reckless apes, charging blindly into battle and taking down as many as they can before they get killed themselves. War is won by finesse, my dear friend, and you should know that by now. 
I’m growing tired of your blabbing- some of us have to actually be conscious and thinking in the mornings and this war will surely not win itself, even though we could probably just wait until your cruelty scares your soldiers away. 
“See” you tomorrow on the battle field. 
I’ll be watching from our tactics and intel tent. 
Seeing you fail from miles away.

[darkestbusinessman]

You sound so confident, it’s rather embarrassing actually. I would wish you all the best out there, but since you’re so sure, I’ll say this; have fun watching your soldiers writhe like worms out there. I’ve sent my messenger over, do treat him well. I don’t want a scratch on him- or I’ll be over there in person.

[messengeroflight]

Hah, your messenger has nothing to fear from US. Maybe he’ll see how bad he has it over there and chose the right side in this war.

Asterion, I’ll say this once. 
Give up already.

*Raj has left this conversation*

[messengeroflight]

Asterion, you’re a coward. Who would’ve thought that the “mighty” leader of the Darks would hide behind an anonymity? Face me like a man, if you want to play an adults game.

[darkestbusinessman]

Fine, here I am. Just thought it’d be nice to give you love from a common greyeyes. A game? Oh, that’s right. This war is a game to you isn’t it? My o'my, I really shouldn’t be talking to you right now. You know being mighty takes up a lot of my time.

[messengeroflight]

I’m no greyeyes, and you know it. How can I not see this as a game when the other combatants are making fools of themselves? It must be a game, you can’t honestly be serious. 
I should laugh, really, Asterion. Tell me, what makes you Darks so— well let’s say “mighty” here. You’re nothing more than a bunch of badly organized reckless apes, charging blindly into battle and taking down as many as they can before they get killed themselves. War is won by finesse, my dear friend, and you should know that by now. 
I’m growing tired of your blabbing- some of us have to actually be conscious and thinking in the mornings and this war will surely not win itself, even though we could probably just wait until your cruelty scares your soldiers away. 
“See” you tomorrow on the battle field. 
I’ll be watching from our tactics and intel tent. 
Seeing you fail from miles away.

[messengeroflight]

Asterion, you’re a coward. Who would’ve thought that the “mighty” leader of the Darks would hide behind an anonymity? Face me like a man, if you want to play an adults game.

[messengeroflight]

White eyed blood reminds me of spilt milk :) see me on the front page of your papers again tomorrow sweetie

At least I don’t have to see you and your atrocious visage in person, Asterion. 

And again, proof for how petty and impulsive Darks are. Your soldiers are dropping dead like flies. You can mock our clearly superior battle tactics when you’ve grown up and learn to wage war like an adult, “sweetie”.