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[jackarychaoti]

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[jackarychaoti]

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[zaerathian]

A Summons.

Raindrops pattered along a closed window, housing in a small group of people who had been awaiting for their news. There was small talk, a low rumble through the crowd here and there of just why the section had been called to the Blood Knight hall -- none of them were Knights, at all. Someone within those ranks had perched next to the window, the small rhythm of tapping from his plate-covered middle finger kept the pace with the natural tone of the storm above. The other hand had busied itself with slowly rolling the trinket dangling from his neck between his fingers.

“Excuse me, Sir... Sergeant Swiftfire."

The voice broke the Warrior’s idle concentration, pulling his attention from the feel of the vial to the Initiate that approached. Teal hues silently judged the crimson and ebon armour, the proud tabard of the Blood Knight in training that seemed just a bit too big for the young boy. They were recruiting fast, faster than before, that was for sure.

“You are needed.” The boy piped up, holding his head as best he could to keep himself calm.

“I am not needed anywhere...” Came the correction of a tired voice, the coals strained from a startling lack of sleep. “I am wanted somewhere.”

“R-Right.... Champion Antulien has requested to speak with you...”

“Aeredyn? About what?” Could Zaerathian care? He had just come home from war, a decision to leave the violence behind and settle down within a house had been his desire, his plans... Now they were being derailed all over again. The swell in his stomach unnerved him, it was an odd feeling, the guilt and concern that surrounded his innards yet it would never show on his stoic face.

“He said you would know...”

Pivoting on his heels, the dark armour glimmered in the dull candle lights, freshly polished as a sign he had been on his way somewhere, certainly not into the Blood Knight’s Hall, that was for sure.He knew if it was to be a waste of his time, his anger would know no bounds but there had been recent talk of a retaliation, a war unlike any other.

He had only hoped the moment he stepped through the door and closed it to seal in himself and the Paladin in question in that it wouldn’t come to his deployment. He could never be so lucky.

[jackarychaoti]

The house had been quiet, but within the night, the lights had been aglow, lighting up the nest Gentil had created for Jackary. Within it there had been four figures sitting around, guitars in hand of two, another was toying with the piano that had made it’s way into the beautiful surroundings. 

Fireflies were swirling around, crickets chirping ever so sweetly and as the laughter of four males escaped, they all began to quiet down, lowering their voices. It was a perfect evening, warm and sweet in the scent of spring.

“Okay, okay.” Aeredyn grinned, motioning. “Let’s hear the new damn song, Jack.” he chirped.

“I’m not singing this one,” Lokitan remarked lazily, leaning back against a pillow while he continued to idly strum the guitar that was within his lap. “Especially if it’s a love song. I never signed up to be a lead singer of this weird boy band.”

“Buh... I mean what... I didn’t write a new song,” Jack huffed, cheeks puffed while he continued to tune his own guitar carelessly.

“Don’t fuck with me man, I saw the sheet music near the piano.”

“Just because you prefer drums doesn’t mean we haven’t heard you sing before, idiot.” Zaer replied smoothly, sitting at the bench of the piano. For such a threatening Warrior, to see him at an elegant instrument almost seemed quite off.

“Seriously, bro,” Aero coaxed again, grinning while he slouched further. “Come on, you should do it. Just once. Sing one song, I want to hear.”

“But I---” Jack stammered, cheeks reddening.

“Aero hasn’t heard you sing, hn?” Loki questioned, lofting his pierced eyebrow at the others, strumming a single chord to assure the guitar was set before it was returned to it’s rightful owner. Even as Aeredyn took it, the Paladin shook his head in confirmation towards the Rogue.

Jackary puffed his cheeks and glanced down at the guitar in his own hands, idly strumming a few chords ever so gracefully. The blush formed over his face, but he wet his lips, swallowing hard. With a slow inhale, Jack’s eyes closed to calm himself, the voice that escaped seemed to almost echo sweetly.

“Heart beats fast, colors and promises...”

Falling quiet, Loki, Aero and Zaer watched in disbelief and for as long as Zaer and Loki had known Jackary, even they seemed breathless, speechless from the tune. They watched the Mage sway in the beat he was strumming, the song carried out and into the house.

He was unaware if his full blown voice and volume could have been heard from the windows so close to his nest and the tree he often climbed into, if only to wave to Gentil once in a great while. He had been quite passionate about music and when singing, Jack always lost himself to the rhythm. It was enough to raise the hairs along the occupant’s skin, for it had become obvious just who it was written for.

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[jackarychaoti]

The Duo.

Sunlight glimmered through the pines, casting the rays within the morning beauty of the world. The storm from the previous evening was long since gone and the birds chirped, welcoming the dew droplets that fell from the leaves and blades of grass. The warmth of the sun glistened over Jackary's face, fluttering lashes to finally respond from the deadened slumber he had fallen into. When those optics opened, peridot stared up at the clouds above, hazy as to where he was and how he had come to be.

"Looks like the little champ's awake," came a voice, laced with a chuckle.

"Funny, I assure you. At least he's not dead, the boss would have our head." came the second voice, followed by the ruffling noise of approaching figures.

When Jackary winced from the silhouettes of two elvish creatures looking over him, he warily began to register just who it could have been. A hand attempted to lift itself, but the Mage's gaze was drawn to the bandage wrapped along the knuckles.

"Damn, look at him, dude. He's all sorts of fucked up! Heeeeeey Jackalope, ya dead, bro?" one called out again, grinning when the Emerald seemed to finally come around.

"Give him some damned space, idiot." the second voice replied again, however the figures finally came into view from the angle both males stood in over the groggy Mage.

"Come on, Zaer. You're thankful he's alive. Jaaaaaaaaaaack! Welcome back to the world of the living."

"Thankful because now Lokitan won't have our heads for not being able to find him, Aeredyn."

Pushing himself slowly to sit up, Jackary winced, gripping towards his side with a faint noise of displeasure. "Zaerathian..? Aeredyn? The hell you two doing here..?" He grumbled, slouching to ease the tension along his frame.

"Saving your sorry ass, it seems." Zaer remarked smoothly, well sculpted arms folded in the process, taking on his ever cold demeanor.

"Loki told us to come find you, must have been something serious if he made both of us look, dude." Aero grinned, resting a hand on his plated hip. "Found ya out here by your lonesome, all conked out and everything. We weren't sure if you were dead or not from all that blood, honestly."

Jackary gazed himself over carefully, each wound cleaned to the best of a Paladin and a Warrior's abilities, especially considering the Light user was fairly shoddy at using any type of healing spell whatsoever. Each cut was sewn shut, his leg wrapped with fresh bandages and upon his face came to rest the stitched cut against his cheek.

"Sorry about your face, man. We tried our hardest to make sure all the wounds were closed." Aero admitted, rubbing his hand along the back of his neck.

"Indeed," Zaerathian interjected, showing no hint of emotion or sign of wonder. "You should be alright now, though. At least you're awake."

"Right?" Jack murmured, barely brushing his fingertips over the stitched cheek in a curious way. "Saved my scaly ass... Thanks guys."

"No problem!"

"You're welcome."