Thank you for the ask <3 I love to talk about Nyoka ^^
9. Are they a liar? Are they good at lying?
Nyoka is so good at lying and manipulating the other. Maybe too good at the end and sometimes she seems to forget what’s a lie and what’s the truth
12. Who would they sacrifice their life for?
If you ask her, her answer will be “no one”. Usually she is the one asking people to sacrifice their life. However, she will react poorly if someone tried to hurt Eden (one of her priest). I think if she had to sacrifice her life for someone, it would be for him.
22. How do they react to criticism?
She doesn’t listen and people tend to make no critic in front of her if they want to stay alive
Piece by piece the complete picture of Revarik's life was pulled apart and given a splash of black. The unseen artist had erased the signature and one by one those within that world were removed from the frame. It was easy for one to say they tried and failed. What happened to those promises of overcoming adversity together? Why give in if you were not willing? Why not reach out and hang on while you were struggling? For a long time, he felt his grip had not been strong enough to hang onto them...
Slowly, his internal reasoning convinced him they had simply let go. There were others still fighting. There were others with conflict and loved ones in similar situations. Why could they not have been better? Why could he not have been more dependable? Was he too emotionally compromised to save them? Had his love been the blinding element that prevented him from acting sooner?
He thought so. If he had been more concise and strict with his emotions a great deal of the contention he felt now could have been avoided. Regret was a powerful sensation he promised himself to never endure. Yet, here he was, with that dark storm eroding what part of his heart he had left to give. Apology. He had never spoken them, and now, it was all he could think of saying.
I'm sorry for being too slow. I'm sorry for being too weak. I'm sorry for being incapable. I'm sorry I let you go. I'm sorry I let it happen. I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough. I'm sorry I couldn't save you.
I'm sorry...
I'm sorry...
I'm so fucking sorry...
Rage. Sorrow. Grief. Anger. These pieces of his mind and heart that were once blockaded by the cerebral guards had long since fallen. The result of forging friendships and relationships since his defection. How many more would become victimized by his inability? How much more pain could his heart take? Now, when he was alone, he just screamed. He yelled and he cried to the top of his lungs to the emptiness of the house.
Violent hands dug into flesh and hair. Teeth drew red at his lips and the veins beneath the skin opened to let such emotion and adrenaline run their course. He hated it. It all became such a soul-cuttingly deep violence that all he could do was clutch at his chest and breathe in what air he could from the gut-wrenching affliction.
His apologies became whys and what ifs. The tears that streamed down the soldier's eyes soon condensed their sorrow into resentment. Open hands found themselves clenching while his laments evolved into growls of fury.
This is what they wanted him to become. This was what they wanted, wasn't it? They wanted a lion at his most primal and out of spite the former Imperial turned his mechanical arm over.
Together... Together... Together... Together, We Fight...
His teeth gritted as he began to tear open the false epidermis to pry at the machinations beneath.
Together, we rise. Together, we fall.
He was the only one left out of the Pack. Where darkness reigned they had followed. Promises were made not to do anything out of haste or emotionally charged. Other decisions had been adopted to prevent him from becoming more of a hazard to several organizations.
"Praefectus Revarik sas Valanthius of Legion Thirteen, soldier unit 0-2-9-7-7-7. Commence terminal shutdown for processes kardia and syneiditos. Prioritize logistical functions and survival operations. Sever aetheric observations, adaptions, and offense protocols. Code demand 7-0-7."
He drew his back up against the wall and quietly waited in that dark room where life was once so vibrant and full. When the system charged enough where the ceruleum light in his limb beamed his good eye settled onto it without hesitation.
I cannot help anyone... if I cannot help myself. I have let these desires and emotions cloud my decisions, but no more. I have been ineffective for too long. As a man, companion, and friend I have failed. Perhaps it is better to be replaced by the soldier I was designed to be.
[Ambiance] || 1.occupy, attract, or involve (someone's interest or attention).
Revarik had been settled onto the couch that Defiant Bride had allowed him to utilize with the assistance of his brother in arms, Caelric. The recent retrieval mission of the Glass Network had been successful, but the mode that had to be engaged had started an unfavorable chain reaction. The most notable among them Enambris, but now it was no secret that his kill switch could still be flipped and it altered the tide of morale amongst the leadership. Fortunately, Caelric still knew those codes and managed to salvage the Lion from his initiated state of a Loyalty soldier.
Hours had gone by and all within the refuge that Defiant had allowed him to utilize had been quiet. Food and water had been plentiful. Sleep was a necessity after having siphoned the overwhelming amount of aether from Enambris and utilized to reinforce the last resort in reclaiming Ruka from the clutches of Ana. Although, there was still a loss in Araris and the mind of the former Praefectus weighed in on it.
Flashes of memory erupted like fireworks within the mind of the resting Lion. Everyone was gathered around the table awaiting instruction and orders. A reflection of a time before the commencement of another raid. They mirrored each other to a degree that may have been terrifying to one capable of feeling the emotion of fear. The data downloaded, the protocols set, and the operation was set into motion. The only difference this time was the cookies that Koko attempted to offer to the masses.
Oliver and Serris’s face came into view briefly. Their connection with the Fool’s Covenant had been another solidifying moment of recalling pivotal moments of action. Samara and Ulan were also recent additions and while he attempted to settle his thoughts on their occupying reason within the Network more details were organized for easier access to his cerebral files. It seemed the Network was growing exponentially and expanding their resources.
It was these little pieces of detail within the fragments of his thoughts that was able to separate the two instances most. His awareness of his surroundings replayed moments. Lydia throwing the treat behind her against the wall. The towering Titus and Avidia passing them back and forth to avoid touching them. Some sweeping the baked goods beneath the table and the brave few who did devour them such as Ibahka.
He understood why the Auri woman was so rattled. Ibby had lost an arm, lost a friend, and making deals with devils like the Tooth Fairy did little to settle nerves. It had been necessary with the time frame, but despite Ibahka’s experience and strength, her emotional compromised position made her difficult to predict. Yet, even so, his main focus was on how Astra handled her position and the challenges she was about to endure. If she was to be a leader there were certain aspects of her nature he needed see come to fruition. They still needed to talk and he knew he had answers she sought.
Fast forward in an attempt to keep track of what had happened and when it had all gone dark. Through a wonderland of flesh and unsavory twists of defiled life, the Network marched until they held firm at the offered gate into the next realm to retrieve their comrade, Ruka. Althea was on standby as a healer and charged with her protection was Toshiro. Enambris had authorized that choice, but Revarik recalled not letting the man’s hasty words derail his focus on his primary mission.
Again, another flash occurred. The closeness of Enambris, the sudden rush through the gate, Fabius blowing through the doors, and the addictive feeling of having so much energy and adrenaline rushing through his veins. The battle high he had only encouraged him to completely eradicate Ana’s devotion to shattering the Network in her home. He did not recall what he had said, but he did recall feeling himself up to his neck in a substance he couldn’t break when the Drowned Queen had had enough of his provoking statements.
That had been his purpose for taking a different direction than the main forces, after all. Draw her attention and the second half is where it went wrong. Too long. Time ticked on and he found himself beneath Ana’s heel. The internal scans attempted to recover more bits and pieces to the moment. Flicks of picture caught Enambris being stabbed, Titus being charged by Avidia, the head of Charis being crushed, and the chaos that was following in the wake of the Drowned Queen’s rage.
He should have vacated before that point but one word echoed...
Coward... Coward... COWARD
There were some who already believed him to forsake his people. The Network had already suffered losses and setbacks. He refused to have that title attached to his name and with that prideful behavior he continued to antagonize an entity that could easily have eradicated him. He should have been gone, but he had yet to hear word by the time it was too late to turn back. Thus, if it had been that moment he was to face death... he would have done so gladly, with a smile on his lips, and spit in the eye of the reaper.
But something worse happened...
Phrases that were embedded deep within the engineered male had been the ignition to the gears that suddenly spun to action. Caelric uttered those damnable words and as Revarik tried to process it he was faced with another confliction. He had lost control and Loyalty had been engaged. The immediate threat and preservation of the Network’s General had signaled for every onze of aetheric pressure he had stored to go into overdrive.
Faces of worlds long demolished echoed in his memory, the howls and fearful cries of lands decimated rang loudly, and the murderous visions of kingdoms conquered replayed in a vivid light. This is what he tried to avoid. Loyalty did not let him forget. Loyalty did not let him go. Loyalty was manufactured beneath the flesh and disgust started to rattle within Revarik. The urge to peel his skin off of the bone was strong as he tried to weather through the rush of unfiltered sights and sounds that clouded his mind’s eye.
Modified teeth gritted as he growled and hands clenched strongly to whatever he could grab nearby. The white crown of the Pureblood whipped to the side violently as he arched in his place of rest. More faces began to line his vision for what felt like malms upon malms of expanse. Their names, their families, their lives, their files, and information overloaded the brain’s mainframe-like setup.
Those that served beneath him as Praefectus, those that had fallen in the wake of his orders, and beyond yet to the lives that had been struck down by his decisions for as far back as the man’s mind could recall. Death followed him. It existed within him. It warred with his philosophy and reservations for life. Each time Loyalty was revitalized he was gifted that wretched reminder and each time more were added to the cycle of knowledge of who could have been saved, who could still have been here, and who was responsible for taking that opportunity away.
Wave after wave of unrelenting feelings and repressed emotions bombarded him until he could no longer take remaining still. The Lion staggered to his feet soaked from the sweat that was produced by the impressions of the past. He felt all of their pains, all of their aches, their woes, and their pleas. He had to get some air before he had a meltdown in Defiant’s home.
Shirtless, mask left behind, and barefooted without regard to anything else at that stage. He needed a measure of solitude, a measure of stability, and a means to relinquish every bit of that accumulated frustration before he went nuclear.
This was a product of Loyalty and the fruits of their war, but all the poor creature wanted...
... was peace.
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PoV: Revarik Valanthius
Mentions: @charm-in-spades // @enambris // @ascalonffxiv // @quick-n-silver // @lizardwaifu // @accaliadecorus ... gonna be here all day taggin’. @bride-and-bride // @titus-kagimake-ffxiv // @el-v-i-s // help a brother out here. @lydia-ffxiv // @olisnark // @polymorphologist // it is very late. Someone tag the rest.
Ꭵn a state of semi-consciousness he could hear them. The constant rush of water muffled the tones but his senses had been increased dramatically. Much like this shell of skin and bone, the mind had grown to accommodate the new extent of his processing capabilities and he understood the measure of what was being said in a way that many were not able, for years ago, Wilhelm had been in the place of the scientist. Now, he stood the subject. And he had never felt better.
ᗯhen the water had fully drained, the door to his pod was opened and the steel shackles at his wrists and ankles were undone. Wilhelm rotated his hands to ease the stiffness that the containment had caused, and sat up with feet hanging over the edge of the experimentation table. His first instinct was to look himself over.
ᗯhere once there had been scars, his body was now remarkably free of such mars. It led him to bring a hand up to touch along the left of his visage, and Wilhelm could hardly contain the grin that followed. The pinkened flesh that had scarred the left of his face after a vicious encounter with a vengeful midlander no longer existed and it appeared that his body had become whole once more in the process of his genetic reconstruction.
"ᔕubject Zeta. Can you state your full name for the record, please.” The words snapped him from this reverie and the highlander’s stare settled fully upon that of his handler. A short, mousy individual with spectacles. Text book scientist. “Wilhelm Eronius Brawn, of the Thirteenth Legion. Son of Gregarius Brawn. Father of one. I’m more than fine Alphus nan Fuller.” The man leaned forward, in a manner that was almost challenging, his toxic yellow gaze boring into the smaller Pureblood.
ᑕoherency was apparent and Alphus nodded quickly, jotting a few notes down upon a clip board as Wilhelm gathered himself and his surroundings. Wires and needles existed along his body and he proceeded to rip them free of his skin. The result was a series of mini lacerations that quickly knitted themselves back together and the man flexed a forearm to watch the procession of healing.
" ᖇemarkable.” Fascination manifested within his gruff baritone and a soft grin established itself across his lips. “Indeed, it is.” The words drew Wilhelm’s gaze towards the corner of the lab, where Romulan stood, his massive frame casting a shadow. “Welcome to your rebirth.” A congratulatory smile formed, like a crack breaking within an iceberg. The blue skinned specimen’s gaze was a quizzical one. “How do you feel?”
ᗯilhelm assessed himself. “Alive.” Alphus spoke up then, his voice timid when compared to the powerful basses of the men before him. “S-subject Zeta, it is...i-imperative that we run s-some preliminary t-tests t-” He was silenced with a look. “Wilhelm rem Brawn. Or better yet, why don’t you just call me ‘Sir’.” It was the agreement made between himself and the new leader of Project: Loyalty and Wilhelm looked to Romulan for confirmation.
ᗩ resolute nod was made in response, and Alphus seemed to pale considerably. “S-sir, then.” A condescending pat to the cheek was made by Wilhelm to the scrawnier man and the muscled highlander chuckled. “Good, buttercup. Go get me my pants, and the files from my procedures. I’d like to look them over, and while you’re at it, call me in a hot meal. I’m famished.” With that said, Wilhelm turned to Romulan. “It’s been too long. I’ve a few field tests I’d like to conduct on my own to see the extent of my capabilities.”
ᖇomulan offered a dip of the head. “In due time, Wilhelm. Reconvene with me in an hour. We have much to discuss.”
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