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vatheon2012-10-30 10:35 pm
machiavellingly) wrote in vatheon2012-10-30 10:35 pm
☆Move 1☆
☆Who: Lelouch Vi Britannia
☆Where: Fountain
☆When: Daytime, Wednesday
☆Status: Open
[Violet eyes open slowly, he's staring up at what (at first) he thinks is a clear blue sky, but it isn't. His brows furrow a little. He struggles, he's soaked to the bone and he gasps as he pulls himself out of a strange fountain and collapses onto the ground next to it. He clutches at his chest.
He remembered pain. He remembered the pain he had caused others, both from where he sat on the throne and from the seat of his knightmare frame. The sword of justice was double-edged and he'd tasted both for better and for worse -- despite this, despite his atrocities and his triumphs, those he murdered and waged war for... the beat of his heart is steady. There is no wound. There is no pain.
Trembling slender fingertips go to his chest and feels along it where he's entirely all too certain he had been pierced by Suzaku's blade. There isn't even any torn fabric on his elaborate Emperor robes.
His eyes widen, he inhales a quick breath and he looks around himself. It isn't frantic but he feels his chest tighten -- what happened? Where is he? Is he alive? This surely cannot be the afterlife! There was (supposedly) a consciousness one joined after death; but, had he not been fortunate enough to be counted among them? No, of course not, this could be his own private hell for all he knew. After the crimes he had committed he should expect whatever deity there was would severely punish him. He notices a ... starfish... thing and a welcoming brochure -- the more he reads the more upset he becomes. Well isn't this fortunate?
He feels a bit dizzy but forces himself to stand to his feet. What in the hell is this kind of place? Vatheon? He must be dead, he wants to be convinced of that and he doesn't want to have to start a whole new fight for survival. But he just might have to at this point. He is trapped with no way home, unsure of if anyone he knows might be here and he may be completely powerless -- or maybe he'll have some power left. He'll have to test it.
The starfish is a communication device is it? He'll have to greet whatever network he assumes there is later. For now he needs to adjust to his surroundings and get a feel for this place. He'd curse out loud but bites his tongue instead -- so much for remaining unassuming in these robes. He needs to take care of that first.]
☆Where: Fountain
☆When: Daytime, Wednesday
☆Status: Open
[Violet eyes open slowly, he's staring up at what (at first) he thinks is a clear blue sky, but it isn't. His brows furrow a little. He struggles, he's soaked to the bone and he gasps as he pulls himself out of a strange fountain and collapses onto the ground next to it. He clutches at his chest.
He remembered pain. He remembered the pain he had caused others, both from where he sat on the throne and from the seat of his knightmare frame. The sword of justice was double-edged and he'd tasted both for better and for worse -- despite this, despite his atrocities and his triumphs, those he murdered and waged war for... the beat of his heart is steady. There is no wound. There is no pain.
Trembling slender fingertips go to his chest and feels along it where he's entirely all too certain he had been pierced by Suzaku's blade. There isn't even any torn fabric on his elaborate Emperor robes.
His eyes widen, he inhales a quick breath and he looks around himself. It isn't frantic but he feels his chest tighten -- what happened? Where is he? Is he alive? This surely cannot be the afterlife! There was (supposedly) a consciousness one joined after death; but, had he not been fortunate enough to be counted among them? No, of course not, this could be his own private hell for all he knew. After the crimes he had committed he should expect whatever deity there was would severely punish him. He notices a ... starfish... thing and a welcoming brochure -- the more he reads the more upset he becomes. Well isn't this fortunate?
He feels a bit dizzy but forces himself to stand to his feet. What in the hell is this kind of place? Vatheon? He must be dead, he wants to be convinced of that and he doesn't want to have to start a whole new fight for survival. But he just might have to at this point. He is trapped with no way home, unsure of if anyone he knows might be here and he may be completely powerless -- or maybe he'll have some power left. He'll have to test it.
The starfish is a communication device is it? He'll have to greet whatever network he assumes there is later. For now he needs to adjust to his surroundings and get a feel for this place. He'd curse out loud but bites his tongue instead -- so much for remaining unassuming in these robes. He needs to take care of that first.]
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Well, at least it will get some use when I get back instead of hanging in a musty closet.... So they would be.
[He's agreeable, too, he must be very good at diplomacy. And even more intriguing he isn't from his world -- he's from one called Auldrant? What must his world be like in comparison to his? ]
Auldrant? And no, it wasn't as though I was around when it was named -- Earth is earth because of what it is composed of. People are simple, I suppose and simpler still to come up with something to call it. Why is yours named Auldrant, for instance?
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"Get back"? Vatheon... doesn't really work like that, sorry to say.
[His smile's a little more forced, but it's in such a way to suggest not being sure how to phrase something rather than being uncertain or truly forcing the expression. It's very easy for Peony to smile and grin and tease away problems.
His skills at diplomacy and mediation are probably the only things keeping the number of plots against him down. At least, when he's home. He's not yet ready to call Vatheon "home", and he probably never really will be. But he's stuck here for now, and how do you even really explain that...? He tried explaining that to Anise and it... Well, Anise is Anise. And then she'd been sent back. Mm. He really would like to know how this whole thing works, if he could...]
Yep. Though no, I don't suppose you were. [The blond grins again, more easily.] I guess there's no sense in trying to make things more complicated than they are, huh? As for "Auldrant"... I imagine it has meaning in Ancient Ispanian; you'd have to ask someone from Da'ath for a better explanation, though, most likely.
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So I've been told.
[He'll be agreeable, at least, outwardly.
Vatheon has never had me here before. This God may as well wish it had never brought me here by the time I'm through with it.]
You've lost me, I'm afraid, [He's no idea what any of those words mean, you'll have to explain and be patient with him if you want him to understand. He wants you to divulge all the information you possibly can, he wants to know every detail so that he's able to better act.] Your world is native only to you so I wouldn't know what 'Ispanian' or 'Da'ath' is.
[Da'ath... that's kabbalah, isn't it? He hadn't studied it extensively but at least he understood it a little.]
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Peony chuckles at Lelouch's response; yes, he's sure the young man's been told as much. However, there's something about him that rubs the blond in just such a way--ah. It's in how Lelouch reminds him of Jade. This could prove interesting~]
Right, sorry; "Ispanian" is the language I'm speaking--I think these things--
[He holds up his own SFC, grinning.]
--translate somehow. Ancient Ispanian is a slightly different language, though we've kept the writing--at least, as far as I've been taught. Da'ath is a theocratic city-state, also the religious centre of the world; pretty sure they'd have at least more information on how Auldrant came about and all that than most. Jade might be a good person to ask.
[And at this point, he looks a little serious.]
Though, be careful around him. He can be vicious. I swear he's a demon, sometimes.
[...When he gets kicked out of the bed, anyway.]
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Strange. It seems like we're all speaking English. Though, I suppose they would have to have a way for all of us to properly communicate.
[He smiles a little, listening intently, Da'ath is... how very interesting. He dislikes most organized religion as a rule because of the ill effect it has on others -- because of the thoughtless murder, theft and martyrs it draws out. Truly, it can bring out the worst in others.]
Jade? Ahh, I see. Is he disagreeable?
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Yep. I'm positive they'd have to, not that I have the foggiest idea how it works. Zelda actually might have mentioned it back when I got here.
[He shrugs, their conversation continuing and... Well, the only problem with Da'ath is that so many people took (and still take) the Score to be absolute. As a result, it'd taken quite a few things away from Peony, and now and again he feels resentment for the reliance the world is still trying to break away from.
The deaths were only part of it, but he'll agree: organization founded on a single entity can bring about the worst in people if it doesn't care for the well-being of those that surround it.
Suddenly, that seriousness is more conspiring, Peony inching a bit closer to lean in.]
The worst.
[But... there's something undeniably playful in his tone.]
I'm pretty sure he'd eat people alive, no questions asked.
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[He's holding it in his hand and glances down at it, it's oddly shaped and seems very strange to him that any device that small should be able to alter what it is he's hearing. Maybe it has an amplifier of some kind built into it?
His train of thought is broken as Peony leans in and he instinctively tenses, arching his back to move away. Then he laughs nervously.]
He... sounds like a very intense sort of person.
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[And by that he means machines--fon machines, back on Auldrant.
And Lelouch's reaction is pretty priceless, if a little quieter than most. Peony chuckles good-naturedly, patting Lelouch on the shoulder as he straightens up.]
"Intense" is a good word for 'im. He doesn't seem like it, but he's a good guy.
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[That blond man he'd met in passing earlier? Ah, he supposes he could ask someone with more expertise... although he's fairly good with most equipment.]
Is that so. How does he not seem like a good person?