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In A Blaze of Glory (Reboot- RP)
Forum-Index → Roleplay → In A Blaze of Glory (Reboot- RP)"I can't remember the last time I saw a night sky not clouded with smoke and fire".
That was the last thing I heard my friend, Setanta, say before he died in his sleep. Like most, he didn't have control of how he died. But unlike most, he died peacefully. Not in excruciating pain. Not pleading for his life. He just went to sleep that night and never woke up. To this day, I dont know what to think of his death. Should I curse the world for taking the person who had been like a father to me for many years, or do I get on my knees and thank it for letting him go in a way many dream they could go. One thing is for sure though, thats not how I will leave this world. I will leave it like hundreds of thousands do every day, on the battlefield-
*A sound of a horn filled the air and Maya jumped in fear and looked back towards her door. She then let out a sigh of relief as she soom realized it was just the horn for the soldiers to wake up. She turned backwards towards her diary and dabbed the quill into the ink with her left hand continued writing what would be her last entry.*
Fighting to live just a little bit longer then you would otherwise
*Maya put the quill down and blew at the page to dry the ink before closing it and putting it in a small metal box and locking the book in. She got out of her chair with the box and slowly lifed a floorboard up to hide the book. Once it was in, she lowered the floorboard and stood up. Her shift to patrol was going to start any minute*
His eyes flutter open. He glances around, stumbling around. He put a figer to his temple, trying to ease the headache. Clearly this guy is hungover. He glances outside. The sun is rising.
"Patrol time. Great."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Sighing as she stood up, she lifted her sword to the rising sun's light. The sword was dark purple, shiny, showed signs that it was just recently polished. As she turned it in the light, she looked back over at the incoming troops, reporting for patrol. She might as well join them, as she was actually supposed to report for patrol too.
She jumped down from the balcony she was standing on and landed on a soft cushion she kept there at all times. It was a rather convenient that she always jumped down from the same balcony, from doing the same thing, during the same time. Always the balcony on Second Street, from polishing her sword, and always at sunrise. Rather convenient, eh?
As she ran over to the group that was reporting for patrol, she kept an eye on her surroundings. Ever since the war started, she was always cautious, even if everything was deemed safe, she would double and triple-check to make sure that it was completely safe. Even in high-security places. Even at home. She used to be very open-minded and trustful. Before the war. Now that the war started, she was more fixed-minded and distrustful. In fact, so distrustful that she actually hasn't trusted anybody since the war began.
✿ Where there are bees there are flowers ✿
✿ And wherever there are flowers, there is new life and hope ✿
✿ And wherever there is new life and hope, there is love, and someone there ✿
❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀
Immediately alert, he finished polishing his scrimtars and head out, with a frown on his face. His scrimitars shined gold light with black linings with ivory and some other mysterious material imbedded inside. He swishes the scrimitar around his wrist a few times, before setting out to see the comotion.
As morning heralded the end of Elliot's shift, a blessed time that was very rudely interrupted by a blaring horn that only made every guard who was set to be to sleep groan in relief. The others were waking up so soon enough, the rotation time nigh upon them.
Feet silent against the floor, she hastily changed before checking the sharpness of her daggers and arrows. Satisfied, she slung the arrow sheath over her shoulder and tucked her daggers into her belt before grabbing her bow. She paused before opening the door, then shook her head and stepped out, scanning for others nearby.
"God damn it... I was hoping I'd drop dead from alcohol poisoning..."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
When she was satisfied with the security levels of their location, she turned back to Maya, and said, "Besides, we probably would've waited if we knew where you were" flatly, again. Kaori was that one person who rarely had emotion in her voice, that one person whom everybody presumed as teenagers would say, 'emo' based on her blank face, flat voice, and dark clothes. But she had her reasons.
If she had a voice with so much emotion in it, it would always give away a hiding spot, especially if her life depended on it. Having a smiling face just looked painful, and dark clothes were good for sabotages. But Kaori really didn't care, as she only had a small list of priorities.
✿ Where there are bees there are flowers ✿
✿ And wherever there are flowers, there is new life and hope ✿
✿ And wherever there is new life and hope, there is love, and someone there ✿
❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀
[im guessing its country right? Or else i can edit]
"Why... why are we here, like this..."
He wanted to go back to sleep. To ignore everything, but the sun was shining into his eyes. How annoying.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
He smiled helplessly, "Miss Maya... it's your fault that you were late y'know.."
Ayran has a well-made, neat schedule, so he was never late to anything and was always on time, almost like a model student, he was well liked within the guards as well, since he could be a sharp close-combat fighter, with sharp instinct, and a hawk-eyed archer with perfect accuracy.
Ayran shrug off Maya's shoulders, "Now let's get going shall we?"
"After all, the horn calls."
The horn did call everyone, not only did it wake everyone up, but it also made a sense of emergence among ordinary people. But Ayran wasn't ordinary, so he wasn't worried, and had a smile on his face like always, looking as if everything was alright and there was nothing going on. But, because of that, it also created a sense of safety for people, when it was his turn to guard, because they knew, with Ayran's skills, they will be safe..
Unless something unexpected happened.
"Oh god, they're coming, aren't they..."
He groaned.
"Last time they woke me up with a freezing glass of water, please... goddess spare me I don't want to deal with them..."
He laughed quietly to himself, the sound ringing out in the empty, desolate bar.
"Eheh..."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.