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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/31/2017 1:00:39 PM
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"You don't like celebrations?" Alric asked, walking up from behind Freya.
"Neither do I, to be truthful with you." He stood next to her, watching as the people danced and drank.
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"...They always celebrate. Before battle, after battle, they tend to. And things tend to head to hell during a party." [i]Freya would sigh a little, drinking from her glass.[/i] "I think.. [i]think[/i], that we have an actual chance."
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"As long as we stand together, shoulder to shoulder, we'll be able to do anything." Alric said with a warm laugh. "Worst case, we call upon other houses on Takatai. House Leo of the Burning Isles. House Forrester of the Winra Islands." Alric shrugged his shoulders in thought.
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"Leo? Forrestor? My father- well, adoptive father, conquered both houses in less than a month.. I'm not saying that they were weak. But I am saying that in our prime, the Trayven's armada was all-powerful.. then the Tribune arrived, and even Armillion could not stop him." [i]Freya would sigh, before looking over at Alric.[/i] "It's occurred to me.. I don't actually know that much about you. Here I am, complaining of warfare, and.. I barely know you, Witcher, other than your title, position, and name."
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"You've been on Takatai for how long exactly?" Alric asked, looking towards her. "Why conquer houses you can make Alliances with?" "A title and position say all about a person, wouldn't you say? I'm a Witcher. That gives you a clue as to how my life has been. Solitary, lonely, seen as a monster."
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"In an alliance, everyone pursues their own goals before they would see to another's. In conquest, they do the same, only that they serve instead. Or they are crushed. ...a quote, from Armillion. Gods, he scares me at times." [i]Freya would sigh at that, drinking.[/i] "I've tried to learn people outside of titles. Perhaps it's stratagem, but.. I don't necessarily develop friendships."
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"Friendship is overrated." Alric sighed as well, shaking his head slightly. "I prefer simple Alliances. Much easier to handle, both more [i]and[/i] less is expected. It's overall better if I may speak so boldly."
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"Continue to speak so boldly, if I will be honest. I would prefer that, over a friend who doesn't express themselves." [i]Freya filled up her glass with more wine, before offering the bottle of the drink to Alric.[/i] "Take it, if you'd like. Too much, and I'll probably fall off the battlements - I'm far from a heavy drinker, I suppose."
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Alric nodded in simple thanks, taking the bottle from her hands. He examined its writing, looking it over before looking back up at her. "I do not enjoy the after effects very much, but the drink itself can be quite pleasing." He stated, holding the bottle at his side. "Thank you, Lady Freya."
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"You use the term "Lady" quite a lot." [i]Freya would calmly jest, nodding towards the Witcher. Upon the bottle was "The Dragon's Delight" from a place called "Khaom". The liquid was a darker color than most wines, surprisingly strong in it's taste, as Freya would be the example as she closed her eyes and swallowed.[/i] "You think that they'll like each other?" [i]Freya would murmur, studying the conversing Dojo warriors and the Trayvens. It was a new sight, clearly.[/i]
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"We can hope they will. But the most likely case is that there will be tension." Alric sighed, looking over the Warriors. Already, it was clear that there were cliques being formed. Warriors joining together based on armour or weaponry. "Just as there is tension between other Alliances."
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[i]Freya had begun to notice it, as well. The higher ranking members of both sides took to forming with each other, while their recruits took to understanding one another. She couldn't disagree with it, it wasn't as if she and Alric speaking exclusively was any better.[/i] "You mentioned that they should learn to "live together". Perhaps it is too early, but are they succeeding? I see no drawn swords, yet."
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"They're forming ranks. Understanding each other, what they're capable of. Swords will be drawn by the morning, but none will die." Alric took a more philosophical approach to his explanation, as if trying to determine what exactly they were doing. "The stronger will name themselves the Frontlines. They seek glory, and to defend the weak. The weak are men and women who's sword play isn't as strong. Then come the archers, who are better with bows and arrows. This is war. You're killed, or you kill. The in-between is waiting for slaughter or saving."
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"I understand the concept of war. I've stood on those front line with the vanguard - the spear's point, we call it. I've driven swords, spears, tridents, and more into plenty of good men and women, and my brother and sister have killed just as many as I. War is what forged House Trayven."
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"War is what made me." Alric stated, a hint of sadness being heard in his otherwise smooth and calm voice. "War against the unknown." He laughed, almost sarcastically before he sniffled once. It was clear this was bringing up something.
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"...That's the most noble cause that I know." [i]Oddly enough, it was as if Freya had discovered a newfound respect for Alric, to some capacity, as she looked up at him. There was an understanding in her motionless eyes, as a silence took over her being, purely out of respect for him.[/i]
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"Heh." He cheekily grinned to himself, taking a sip from the wine bottle before lowering his hand. "If you're gonna live, might as fight your way through. A good lesson." Alric suddenly said, most likely referencing the Trayvern's history.
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"That's all that I know. Peace is.. a lie, to some extent." [i]Freya would drink from her glass again, as she would allow for Alric to lead the conversation. She seemed more shy than he was, to say the least. Not as outgoing, nor comedic.[/i]
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"Then what do you call this, my lady?" He asked, looking over to her. The moonlight shone in his eyes, and his grin fell away into a more concerned smile. This was... who he was. The comedy was a facade to forget about his past. He tried to be charming, covering his Witcher looks. He led the conversation to make himself seem... More human in a sense. Was that what he wanted? To be normal?
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Edited by Weeaboo Of War: 11/2/2017 10:59:41 AM"A ceasefire between two armies that have only begun to understand one and another, I suppose." [i]Freya said in response, as the two ideologies would clash together once more: alliances, or conquests. She closed her eyes then, recognizing that sad, concerning smile of Alric's.[/i] "Yet even then, we share too many terrible similarities."
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"Terrible similarities seems to be the dojo's speciality. We're not heroes, but we're not villains. That Grey area is where the dojo falls." "Once you fall into the Grey area, you can relate to even the worst that there are. The morally Grey heroes, or villains, or lovers, or... Well I suppose you understand the point." Alric chuckled dryly, take a long sip of wine from the bottle. "Nothing To be done about it."
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"Mm. True enough. We fall into the same issue. I don't want to label myself.. Isabella, my sister, would descend down into the darker zones. Arthur.. he's beyond that scale." [i]At the mention of Arthur, Freya would smile a little.[/i] "Where would I be, then?"
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"You caused this Alliance between us. If anything, I'd say you're a Lawful Neutral. I do believe that is the term people use." [i]Alric would shrug his shoulders, as if not putting thought into what he was saying.[/i] [spoiler]And yes, I know I reply quickly. It's a problem. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]You're fine.[/spoiler] "A lawful neutralist.." [i]Freya would have to study the select words that had been given to her, by Alric. She would nod after a few seconds, drinking from the glass of dark wine once more, as she offered for him to fill it up for once last drink.[/i] "Hmm. You seem to be more of a neutralist, too. You took action and took the role of leadership, when no other would."
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"We do what we must for our people." [i]Alric gave her a cheeky grin, filling the glass halfway full.[/i] "I'm a monster that fights other monsters. The warriors only truly listened to me because I know what the fock I'm talking about." [i]He shrugged. Strange, that he wasn't taking any sort of pride in his actions. He wasn't getting paid, he wasn't getting any weapons.[/i] [i]What could he be gaining from this? From his leadership and his strides to bringing the people together? Perhaps he was just trying to redeem a past life, or perhaps it was something else.[/i]
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[i]Freya would begin to slowly question that, in her time of silence as she listened to Alric. The most likely reason was simply morality: that he wished to do good, hoping to redeem his past actions in the face of some higher being, or whatever friends that he may have had over the years that still knew him. She drunk a little again, still far from tipping over.[/i] "And I only lead, because that's been scrеwed into my mind from.. the start, if anything. My "father".. Armillion. Perhaps he sounds horrible to you, perhaps he sounds like a bloodthirsty conqueror to you as well. But he taught me to solve crisis for family, and for morality. To choose between being the dying hero, a fool in a puddle of their own blood, or a triumphant villain, standing overhead in victory. I'd take being the hero any day, because I don't tear apart another's life in my death."
