#meirion

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Meirion, the Shattered

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I feel like everyone deserves to see Meirion’s new outfit

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a quick sketch/scribble of tatsu’s baby bro bc i should.....eventually....pay attention to his existence........

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Meirion - Scion of Order

“You have made your choice, your decision.

Never let anyone make you doubt. Never let anyone take your faith away. No matter the hardships, no matter the pain. Believe in yourself. Believe in the power you pledged your life to.

Azeroth needs beacons like you, my son, it needs the Light; now more than ever. It needs guides, and healers; even those who need to kill with one hand, so they can heal better with it’s twin. Rebuild what has been broken, and corrupted.

Me falling from grace does not mean the Light can do no good. I know It can, when it flows through the right beings. We both know it.

I was not destined to wield it. But you are growing to have a fierce spirit, a strong will...

I am proud of you, and what you are molding yourself into. I know it will be beautiful. I will be there to support you every step of the way, every step you feel you need me by your side.

Burn them in righteous flame. Make them fear you.”

Even if it means one day, we might too.

~ Aseren

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Wolfblood [IC - WoW - Deanna & Siblings]

Deanna had cried, when everything shattered. Cried twice as much as even her Father, had. Cried all the tears she had, even through the guilt of doing so, as they had both lost so much to the wake of that hurricane.

Why would they estrange him? Of all the people they had under their rule, why was Aseren suddenly no better than a nameless pawn to be thrown away without regards for what he had done for the Family, for what he was, to them?

He was a Father to most of the newer generation for Goodness’ sake! He was their blood; her, blood. He had given so much for them, she knew as much, had seen, as much!

So how could they be so cruel?!

Taking most of his own children away from him, undoing all of the good he had done for them, making him the villain, to young, malleable minds.

It was only made so much worse to her for the knowledge of the price he should have paid had he not been so strong in his trade then, and which was as unjust as the punishment itself: forgetting. Forgetting everything, everyone. Forgetting her, her siblings, how he raised them...

She wondered who at all was worse. Them, and their needlessly cruel rules? Their petty games? Them, for the liberal pointing of fingers at others for being the “evil” and “corrupted” ones while ignoring their own madness? Or said fallen creature, for being seemingly driven mad by the former’s antics themselves, for raising crooked youth from beliefs twisted by experience and whatever else had been thrown at them?

She did not know the full details of the story. But she knew she was beginning to feel sympathy for the Devil, persay, all things considered.

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She had quickly made her decision however, even as it pained her. If they would estrange her Father, then they were no longer family to her, either! And she would encourage whichever of her siblings she could to follow after her example and see the truth.

Quite a few did, which she was rather proud of. Especially for two of her brothers, Ishmael and Meirion.

Ishmael had always been almost blindly loyal to his uncles, fanatical in his adoration of them. But when the curtain fell, he was still an intelligent young man. Even if he had been loathe to admit it, and took a long time to do so, he knew which side to take, and eventually did... After nearly collapsing the dummies he was usually training on, in a fit of righteous anger.

Meirion? Meirion was an observer. He had been watching them all like a fish outside of his own aquarium, oblivious of his own condition. He had analyzed the situation, and seeing his stronger siblings taking their Father’s side, whom, he did enjoy the company of, nonetheless...He followed, quite naturally. More study-watching could come later.

The rest, mostly sisters, followed without much of a second thought, including Vervain, which she had once believed close to one of their elders. Apparently, the youngster had taken to the Pandarean ways of life much quicker than anticipated, and reacted quite philosophically to the ordeal; leaving the ranger stunned.

“The river doesn’t let obstacles stop it”

She said.

“Instead, it soaks through them, seeps through the cracks, and moves on. So will I. So will we. I will miss those of us whom will not follow, but things will be as they should.be, nonetheless.”

It seemed like her pilgrimage had had a lot of impact. Probably for the best. Though for all her apparent calm, Dea knew she would weep too. Vervain was a lot like their Dad...A lot more than she dared to admit. But Dea could see through it.

In the end...The Wolfblood was strong within their veins, and overwhelmed any undercurrents with the ease of fire spreading over dry brush and turning it to ash, so that new life could begin.

They were together, they would always be together. Nobody left behind, nobody stranded. They had learned their lesson well. Their bonds would be broken no further.

They were a Pack now, and they would rise together, or fall as one.

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Trust, Distrust? Fact is all that matters now | Arabella | RE: everything

Arabella had stayed quiet for a while. She needed to think through the murder, work out what went down. Everything was really pulling together now, at least for her. She was going to trust her gut on this one. It wasn’t usually wrong. The fact that she didn’t believe Iruka did it was because she was ignoring it, so if she listened now.

"…." She listened to the others talk. Vivienne’s alibi did strike her as odd, she hadn’t seen her at the statue of Hachiko? Maybe she had missed her when she had been waiting for Leonide to leave? It wasn’t impossible… she might have just not noticed her at all. But it didn’t matter if that was a lie or not.

"I don’t think it was Vivienne, don’t get me wrong I have pretty good evidence to back myself up." She had to focus now, she couldn’t stumble over her words. She needed to be clear and loud. "In the victim’s planner there was a note scribbled in it for this week. He was supposed to have a lesson of some kind with someone in two days. It was very hard to read the note, but the name wasn't in Japanese."

"Going by this, it’s likely that the killer planned a lesson with the victim. Then stole the xanax, which according to the staff at the drug store is a sedative." Arabella dug through her pocket and brought out the ziplock bag she had taken. She held it up so the others could see it "They then crushed them up into a fine powder, it’s a lot easer to drug someone that way then just toss the pills in."

She briefly regarded Tanizaki, face slightly nervous. “The box of Xanax I found was in room seven, as well as uneven white grains. This confirms the powder was crushed up pills for certain if there was ever any doubt.”

She looked around the courtroom. Enemies or not they needed to vote right. “I believe the killer went to the victims room after Vivienne had left, so after Meirion had started drinking. They might have used the meeting they had set as an excuse to talk to them. Then well he wasn’t paying attention they unzipped this very ziplock bag, and poured the contents into one of his open bottles.”

She looked to Circo. “I believe Ciro is correct, and that the killer stabbed the victim after death. I believe this was an attempt to frame Vivienne. They put the knife into her drawer, smearing blood on the outside, and then disposed of the ziplock in the room. Unfortunately they were rather careless. After examining all the evidence it seems rather clear what happened. At least … most of the evidence. I did find that the victim had less pens in his pocket than I remembered but… I never found the other pens”

After she had finally finished her long winded ‘theory’ of what went down she took in a deep breath. It was so much different doing something like that in front of people rather then behind a camera. Breathing out to steady herself she gave a pitiful glance at Tanizaki.

"I don’t think there are many flaws with my theory, but if you want to argue it wasn’t you… go ahead…"

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The pain to remember || Léonide

Léonide stayed quiet as the two bickered with each other. Resting their face in their hands, they leaned on their podium for support. Luckily the sickness they had started to fade to a point where they could ignore it.

Until Ciro mentioned family ties, Léonide was reminded of that precious person that they just couldn't seem to remember. Back to square one.

They didn't say anything but give a look to Nikki in pity, they didn't know that Nikki had absolutely no memory, but there was a trial and the pity party would have to wait.

Lifting their head they shifted their gaze to Tanizaki; she was one of the prime suspects along with Vivienne.

Along with all the evidence they collected, Vivienne could have easily planted all that evidence in Tanizaki's room. Taking out the pen Léonide stared at it, they had found it on Tanizaki's desk and it probably was like the pen in Meirion's pocket.

But even that could have been planted there purposely by Vivienne. It seems that with all the evidence they had it was either Tanizaki or Vivienne, or was it?

Groaning, the brunet scratched their head. Their memories were kind of fuzzy, perhaps they passed out on their bed and are still half asleep? That would make a lot of sense.

Rubbing their face Léonide tried to remember; they knew there was a single piece of decisive evidence that would lead them to the culprit behind Meirion's murder. If only they could remember..!

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[Chapter 2] It's About Time

You were minding your own business, maybe even sleeping, when your phone goes off. By this time, you've realize that the only time it works is when you have a message from that stupid cat, so you pick it up with quite a bit of hesitation and dread. This foreboding feeling wasn't misplaced, you realize as you open up the video message. 

"Congratulations! It took ya long enough, but we've finally got some results!" 

His message was quick and to the point, but that makes you feel no better as the screen clicks off. So it was happening again, just as you'd feared...

It takes some of you longer than others to find it, but before long all of the surviving players are standing around the door to Room 5. Looking in, you see...

Meirion Davies, the Welsh teacher, is slumped over on his desk. He almost looked like a student in school who had been bored to death by a lecture and fell asleep, but as you can see from the bloody wound on his back, he wasn't sleeping. At least, he wasn't sleeping in a way that he'd ever wake up from.

You feel a sharp pain in your hand, and you know it's a new timer. Then, your phone goes off again, and all of the students pull out their phones and open a new message.

Catch the culprit. You have 72 hours.  Fail, and face erasure. -The Reapers

It seems like it's time to start this again...