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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Weeaboo Of War:
11/8/2017 4:42:07 PM
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[b][u]Chapter Two[/u][/b]
[u][b]The Council of War[/b][/u]
[b]3:12 PM[/b]
[b]Trayven Head Camp[/b]
[spoiler]Closed. This is after all of their interactions, by the way.[/spoiler]
[spoiler]All interactions may continue, however they will be in the past. So yeah.[/spoiler]
"[i]Sisters, young Niki, proud Freya, and great Isabella - Brother, youthful Oliver,[/i]
[i]I require a great deal of assistance against holding back the Tribune and those of which he has taken amongst his ranks. I fear that they have taken the Byoki Desert, and have now begun to send the greatest amongst their ranks - their darkness seeps away at our strength, slowly but surely.[/i]
[i]As of now.. I am heading towards the Dojo, whether you have taken it or not. These abominable things seem attached to that goal of destroying the school of fighting for good.. amongst us, as well.[/i]
[i]Farewell,[/i]
[i]Arthur[/i]"
[i]Isabella would promptly rip the parchment into two pieces, sighing deeply to herself before tearing the split letter into four, crumpling it in her gloved hand. The woman shook her head, as Freya would merely watch with a simple, saddened look.[/i]
[i]Isabella was "great", in a sense. She was a giant of a woman, towering over Freya at a height of six feet and seven inches tall, while her bodily frame was something more. Her shoulders were broad and strong, in a near masculine look, with a muscular frame toning the body underneath the black steel armoring and purple and black uniform. Scarlet eyes stared at Freya for a bit, with tangles of long, vibrant light violet hair falling down to the base of Isabella's shoulders.[/i]
[i]Isabella[/i]: "So he's being a complete dumbass and bringing the fight to us.
We need to get these negotiations, Freya.."
[i]Freya[/i]: "That's the idea. We've been stalled for the time-"
[i]Isabella[/i]: "By [i]what[/i]?
I took care of the thieves. They've fallen off the fuсking map after I gave one back, the rest are either dead or chained up. I've ensured that the city is devoid of any other jackasses, and right now? It is."
[i]Freya would sigh a little, before responding.[/i] "...Lady Athena has revealed herself."
[i]Isabella[/i]: "...Gods, that blue-haired idiot."
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[b]4:57 PM[/b]
[b]The Top of the Dojo's Mountain[/b]
[spoiler]Open for foreshadowing.[/spoiler]
"[i]The fires of war spark with a flame, rebirthing in the dark.. the Tribune and his subjects reclaim what was their's to take.. as our fates become another thing that we must break.[/i]"
[i]A lonesome, robed woman sung loudly above the bristling winds, the chilling presence of the beginning storm high above her having no effect on her. Her silk robes floated in the wind, her shawl covering her being entirely as she continued to sing.[/i]
"[i]...The eagle and dragon fight for the skies, the golden lion ready to die, as the bаstard siblings ready their lives.. the serpent in the distance hides himself away, as the Tribune's wrath forces him to degrade away..[/i]
[i]The night is dark.. devoid of life.. until a single light arrives..[/i]"
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[b]4:58 PM[/b]
[b]The Dojo[/b]
[spoiler]Open to those at the council.[/spoiler]
[i]While Isabella and a few others had taken to staying outside, Freya studied the building that she was within.[/i]
[i]This was the true Dojo. No, not the fighting academy Dojo, the.. Dojo within the Dojo, it had been called. A place that was supposedly reserved to the Dojo's sensei and leaders. And yet, here she was: a foreigner. It was the Imperium's idea, and she had only taken to implementing it: a massive war table was in the center of the room, torches lining the walls as glasses of pure water lined the table. There was a rarity of alcohol beverages, they would be debating for a while.[/i]
[i]So.. she would wait, for those whom would arrive. Alric, Gilliam, Cain, JT.. she waited on them, alright.[/i]
[spoiler]You may all converse, as I probably won't be replying too much, lol.[/spoiler]
[b]Emp/Lord-Captain Gilliam/Seneschal Vorgen[/b]: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/237861877/0/0/1
[b]Sleek/Alpha[/b]: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/237862425/0/0/1
[b]Jen/Rose[/b]: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/237891750/0/0/1
[b]Royal/Alric, Dojo Commander[/b]: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/237936264/0/0/1
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Cain blinked slowly for but a moment, before he rubbed the nails of his thumb and index finger as he looked at the woman. He...wasn’t quite sure where to go with this. What the soldiers said then was true, she was...an orphan? No...and adopted child? Or both of this king? She made much more sense in the vision. “If you insist...” Cain said, trying to be a little more confident. “My sister...she can play piano. She’s a musician, which...isn’t too much different from a singer is it?”
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"Your sister.. she doesn't dissect the weaves of fate and prophecy, I would hope? It is a horrid fate, to be a Songstress. Or worse, a child of one." [i]The mere mentioning of a child brought her gaze down a little, alongside.. confusion, almost.[/i]
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“Errr...no. I think she just plays piano.” Cain told the blue haired woman. He looked back to the dojo, then quickly to the sky, before turning his head again to Athena. “We should make our way to the council meeting, I think. It will likely be starting soon.”
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[spoiler]Where does one join?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]You could "join" by replying to Athena and get involved in Chap 3, or attend the council out of curiosity, lol.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Fairly sure it’s not possible now, if it is I’d like to know as well.[/spoiler]
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With the convoy headed into the Dojo, Rose took the opportunity to tail the vehicles. She wanted revenge for her friends, fifteen taken, tortured, and then discarded like they where nothing. Nikkei was fine with it, supported it actually, and wished her to be careful as a result. Sitting on the jet black motorcycle that served as her usual transport, the lights where blacked out, to avoid being seen in the dark of night. Following the convoy as safely far back as possible, she couldn't be seen, and took as many side streets and the like as possible. Once she felt she was being noticed, she left the bike, and proceeded on foot to follow the convoy.
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[i]Being roughly five o'clock, it wasn't in the middle of the night, yet Rose would succeed thanks to the darkening skies and the rush of the Trayvens to find warmth within the Dojo's walls, alongside her stealthier approach. She would remain unnoticed as the Trayven convoy would enter the Dojo, the doors welcoming the army's small numbers and the proud horses that accompanied the carriages embarking into the Dojo. She would have to get inside.[/i]
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Inside, she proceeded on foot. The girl was determined for answers and revenge, she didn't care for the rest. Sprinting every now and then, she was well enough in shape to keep up, using short cuts and alleys to follow the convoy further in.
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[i]The convoy would eventually come to a halt, as two of it's passengers would head inside, accompanied by guards. The only people that didn't head in were the wagon's masters, and two young adults..[/i] "Niki, you know that we can't go in-" "So what, it'll be fine.." [i]A male and a female, looking aa if they were a pair of arguing twins. Their hair was combed, yet maintaining a silver glare, the girl's hair reaching down to her shoulders. Both wore purple and white uniforms, and were unarmed as well. They seemed important.. but they weren't, either.[/i]
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Watching them for a bit, those two could be her ticket inside. If not, she would find another way.
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[i]The two that would enter were seemingly with the council, while the two youths seemed to be practicing in the courtyard next to the Dojo's great building. Taking one hostage, or persuading one, would be an opportunity, or simply beating the hеll out of them too.[/i]
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She couldn't risk beating them, and taking a hostage would cause problems. What would work the best was trying to persuade them.
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[i]Rose's best opportunity came when the two had split, leaving only the girl. The male twin seemed to have been returning soon, so now was the time to go.[/i]
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She took her chance walking towards the girl. Somehow she needed to convince her, somehow...
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[i]Soon, the young woman would notice Rose as she approached. She could have been twenty, judging from her appearance. She waved a little, looking about slightly.[/i] "Hey.. you aren't with the council meeting, are you?"
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"No, but I was wondering how I could join up with you're groups militia or army or whatever it is?" For the love of god she hoped it would work...
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"Oh, the Trayvens. I doubt that my sister, Freya.. or well, half-sister, is really available right now. Council stuff.. I could take you to an officer, though, if you're still interested. Oh, or I could get Freya to come. Not Isabella though, she'd make some rude jokes.." [i]Freya and Isabella Trayven were both briefly mentioned by the one returned thief, but that was it. Now it was a guessing game of who committed the acts.[/i]
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Edited by Frigid_Jackal_: 11/9/2017 1:24:27 AMShe couldn't tell who, but for now she went along with it all. "If you think bringing the Freya woman is the best choice, go ahead. I'm just hoping to make it in." Rose shrugged, acting innocent for now.
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"Mm.. okay, be right back." [i]Soon, the young girl would return with her sister, Freya Trayven. Freya wasn't as intimidating as one may have thought her to be, and although she only had a dagger kept at her waist.. Rose could feel that something was wrong, as if the air had changed direction, or it had become darker. It was not Freya herself, but something upon her..[/i] [i]Freya[/i]: "-Ma'am, I.. take that you were interested in meeting me? Forgive me if I seem bothered.. already, conflict's broken out."
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Rose gave a slight bow, a small dip in her head as greeting. So this was Freya. "Forgive me for bugging you then, if there's conflict, then I don't want to distract you from it." Going for this, she hoped she could guilt Freya a bit. "If you stay though, I was inquiring on how to join you're ranks."
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"No, it's alright. And joining.. If you don't mind, will you be available tomorrow? Likely at the garrison in the Dojoville. I don't mind another pair of boots on the ground, and I do thank you for it, but.. the current situation is distasteful, at the time." [i]If Rose sought to leave and follow Freya's instructions.. well, it would be a good idea to at least get a look at Isabella, speak for a few minutes or less.[/i]
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"I'll get on that. Could I ask what's the standard expected aside from usual military doctrine?" She tried to keep the conversation going, hoping her chance at seeing this Isabella would show.
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"Well.. certainly don't be late for training. Since you are a recruit, you will be training with the officers for some time, though.. ...We can skip that, if you like. You seem to be beyond simple training, to say the least." [i]Freya smiled a little, at that.[/i] "Armoring will be awaiting you once you are promoted. If you have any abilities, I can lead you to a Libertas tend and get you a Libertas to both boost yourself and enable your powers in the barrier. Civilians are not to be harmed, nor are prisoners of war.." [i]Odd, since one thief had turned up without a hand and branded. Perhaps Freya was trying to keep her composure.[/i] "...That should be it. Standard things. I think you'll fit in nicely, though I should catch your name.."
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"Asami Vernal, or just Vernal, I hate my first name." She grinned, internally she flared with anger at the mention of prisoners of war. "Wish I had abilities though, metalmancy has always interested me. But that'll never happen most likely." She shrugged then, acting cheery. "And yeah, I can handle myself. I don't carry this weapon for no reason-" She patted her gladius, attached in a sheath on her right leg. In truth it wad far more than just a simple short sword.
