#dvotdovetre

[hxroic-wxlls-fxrever]

" There's nothing to be ashamed of with wanting to get away from somewhere bad... Ultimately, no matter how tough a superhuman is, they're still human. Nobody should have to subject themselves to grieving and fighting for a world that wishes for their downfall at every turn. There's nothing cowardly or selfish about it... "

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[sinkeeper]

"If either of you are planning on disturbing me, please refrain from doing so." He won't be able to control himself.

[monenblogi-a]

@dvotdovetre - it's definitely not cyrene

Something was wrong. 

He had meant to help procure the food delivery for the refugees when the chatter had caught his ear. Nonsense about the pink beauty from beyond the sky being real, a gnawing notion of mild disturbance but their guests had promised it was just them. Easy to ignore, up until Phainon had caught her in the corner of his eye. 

Maybe it was the exhaustion finally settling root on his shoulders. Maybe he was finally losing his mind, the feeling of something forgotten tickling in the back of his head. A quick apology and he ducked off, trying to follow. Trying to ignore the aching panic because he knew. He knew better, and yet... 

“C-Cyrene--!” 

[opuskeeper]

"Still need help with disposing of his body?"

[kauma-kardia]

「 @dvotdovetre | Nuada 」

Issea crossed the village gates with his pack in tow behind him, taking note of the particular fashion of the era he found himself in. Traversing across a litany of worlds, he often found that instead of worrying about standing out as much, a sense of the culture, language and physics were usually priority.

Listening closely, outside of the particulars of the accent, they seemed to speak common, and their notable lack of advanced technology probably meant it was either not present or exclusively in the hands of the wealthy.

Basic agricultural tools seemed to invite the former as even in cases of controlled populations, crop management would be heavily endorsed by local and state governments. Enough to earn a village of this size some basic amenities for the amount they seem to be bringing in.

Walking around, it seemed like he was certainly not home. Even he could remember technology capable of cellular communication, sprawling cities and regulated healthcare, which by the looks of some the elderly, was a luxury in this place.

The young man stopped to help an old couple that reminded him somewhat of his own grandparents with some groceries; A softie he'll die, surely. They managed to give him a bit of information though, about the town and latest news that without context might not mean much but can still help piece further recon while he waits for his partner.

It seems that more than one stranger had found their way to their little village. A young woman seemingly too noteworthy, too well-kept to be anything but nobility roaming around suspiciously. Honestly, Issea would have thought it was Mila by way of speech but he would have been able to sense her presence if she approached down so quickly, on top of the fact that she'd recently forgone much of her armor and jewelry as of late.

With little clue more than the name of the town, country, world, and the dominant social system, Issea decided being a bit nosy would be in his best interest, just so that he wouldn't reconvene with Mila empty-handed.

Time to go seek out this mystery woman and see what she could need in a small town like this...

[grislyintentions]

Owed starter for @dvotdovetre || Temporal Sacrifice Edan

Lush greenery. Honey wine pervades the air with a faintly sweet aroma. Fruit ripe and heavy with juice. Clear waters rippling, lively conversations everywhere along the streets. 

【Paradise】

A wistful sigh. Words curling in apparent satisfaction ring clearly. They reach only the ears of those they wished. 

【What a beautiful world you have in your grasp】

Elongated fingers brush against ivory white structures and golden trim. Leaves faint winding traces of ivy and moss in the wake of their touch. The Thousand-Handed Merciful Medicus took in the sights before them with their many eyes; An unseen visitor. 

【Seems a pity for a thing of wonder to one day lose its’ luster. Don’t you agree? 】

[dracoanimus]

@dvotdovetre said:

The ringing of her phone was both a small mercy and a long waiting game. She knew he wasn't that fair, just down the street at best. She had wanted to get some snacks for them since it was summer time.

Belle didn't expect to get kidnapped, or have someone ask if she was the legendary proxy.

Once she was sure gray picked up she cried out her location only to be hit. The sting left her dizzy and would have mostly left a mark on her. She really hoped it didn't bruise, she didn't want to worry wise.

     Belle's ringtone immediately draws Gray's attention to the phone she'd gotten him. They hadn't parted long ago so he's not sure what she wants but trying to memorize more of the city's structure can probably wait a bit.      The click of the other end connecting is followed only by distress. Belle shouting an address, sounds of a strike, like a bolt of ice to his heart. ❝On my way!❞ he shouts back before hanging up, checking a street sign to be sure, and sprinting.      Whatever happened she's in trouble. She called him. He's going to save her.      He finds her quickly, thankfully not far, but the group cornering her is a problem. Hiding just around the corner for a moment, counting heads. They're the ones that hit her aren't they? Some people are monsters even without Genesis.      He'll need a distraction.

     From the far end of the area a roar echoes, followed by a stream of sparks as his thunder dragon barrels into the guy furthest from Belle, electric contact knocking him out as the others turn to see the commotion before the dragon dissipates.      And that's his cue.      Gray bolts over to kneels beside Belle, checking her over. The mark on her face pulls his own into a frown. ❝Are you alright? Did they touch you anywhere else?❞ Though his weapon is strapped to his back he reaches for the bag on his leg instead, for supplies picked up to replace those left behind in Etheria.

[dawnbrkr]

" we have spoken more words to each other to last a lifetime lord phainon, or should I refer to you as khaslana? " Lygus smiled coldly at the once deliverer, it was fascinating how things have played out. How it only took the intrusive actions of an outsider to make things move forward. The former theoros didn't bother to keep his distance.

" Tell me is there a difference between the two or do you or both have any idea where one starts and the other ends ?" His words are framed as a curious question but the mocking undertone is ever present. With a slight tilt of his head the smile turned ever so slightly to a sneer. His gaze is ever calculating ever watching the vessel of his masterpiece.

"Was it worth it ? All these 33 million cycles of killing people you were meant to protect, meant to build a life with. Or did killing the person you cherish make you forget what the point was ? Tell me can you even claim to love them with how easy you performed the action ? Can they still love you knowing that you killed them in this endless and pointless cycle ? "

The mockery in his tone turned jovial, his excitement every present as he turned to start walking around the former world bearing chrysos heir.

" speaking of which , how do you feel knowing that the outlier has to die for amphoerus future, that they have taken your place as the deliverer of this world. Does it make you happy that a true hero has come ? Does it excite you to know that the person you longed for is going through such lengths for you, for this stimulation? "

He stopped walking once he returned to the spot he was in from the beginning.

" or do you fear that they to will not be enough? "

A tilt of his head and a "friendly" smile is given.

"Mayhaps I should do us both a favor and kill off the outlier before they do any more damage. They have done well to help move things along but their presence is no longer needed.....besides with how you care little for the people you are supposed to love their death shouldn't be much of a tragedy " // @dvotdovetre

His gaze on the Intellitron stayed harsh. No longer the carefree Phainon that everyone was use to - but also someone who was no longer afraid of the truth that was given to him. Inside was he indeed boiling with rage, as destruction and hatred was all he had ever known from his code. However, he stayed calm in these moments to keep himself grounded. Never once would Phainon drop his guard so easily around someone like Lygus after he revealed his part in this hell of his life, even if he was nothing more than just a simple bystander. His tone was sickly sweet, mocking at every last bit of him, so curious about everything however. Sure the other being stirred inside of him, but Phainon would keep him held back from making any rash decisions. They both knew that doing anything extreme would only result in things getting worse. Slowly did he close his eyes at the question about the cycles. It indeed hurt the first few hundreds of times. From the second cycle to the 133rd he start slowly loosing his mind, doing everything he can to make sure his companions are safe and can live. Though slowly that starts loosing his weight - as by the next cycle he regresses and takes all the coreflames. By that time all notifications for him are turned off, Khaslana truly having gone insane. ❝ Every cycle … No matter what happened each time, I knew that it had to be done. Each coreflame added to my body, intensifying the burning fire inside me more, charring away at my every being - I knew it would be worth it in the end if it meant to stop all of this. ❞ His tone was a bit dull, as if it truly as Khaslana speaking along aside with Phainon. They had to keep the promise to Cyrene after all. Phainon already made the decision to throw his life away if it was for the greater good of this simulated world. Then came the mention of the outlier - the Trailblazer that came from outside of Amphoreus. How they threw him off when he first saw them. But in that moment they met eyes during the occurrence where the executioner made an attempt to steal the Coreflame of Reason did he feel like something was off.... Never in his millions of cycles had he seen this - something new. ❝ Why would I feel that way? You act as if I have no hope in them, as if perhaps I feel inferior even. From the moment I saw them I knew they must've arrived here for a reason. Even if it was not to play any role in Amphoreus they still ended up doing so. With everything they've done, that's why I hold so much trust in them for handing over the title.❞ A pause. ❝ After all … Cyrene has told me one day there will be no need for a Deliverer.❞

Those final words did stir destruction in him, lips curling almost in a small smirk, a small breath of air broke from his lips like a chuckle. ❝ Do not doubt them. There's a reason why both Cyrene and I hold so much trust in them. You may say they're no longer needed, but we know for a fact they have the possibility to truly aide in ending our story. ❞