[Kenoma] Discussion

[lachtara]

( 🟣 - Emet, 🔵 - Ciel )

Good Evening.

There are some within our ranks who we have not had the pleasure of meeting. I am Emet-Selch. Ciel and I serve as tacticians and teachers to the Kenoma.

I function as acting counsel for devising strategies. Additionally, some of you may find yourself in possession of new magical abilities that you did not have before. I am available to assist you with honing your newfound magical skills. To those of you who find yourself injured, I can provide my magic to heal your wounds so that you may be hale and whole once more.

[ He sighs. My, is this a mouthful. ]

My name is Ciel. I am versed in martial arts and am proficient with most types of weaponry. There are various means of developing melee combat prowess across Achamoth, but if you would like personalized instructions at any level, please contact me and we’ll arrange for a schedule. I can also perform magical healing along with Father Paul.

Unfortunately, We do not have much time for pleasantries. The Pleroma will soon be at our doorstep. Their goal is to retrieve their allies who remain captive inside our walls, and our goal is to lure them deep within the Citadel where we may enact our own plans. You will be provided assignments once it is closer to the promised hour. Prepare in your own way meanwhile; The Citadel is host to all manners of weaponry and the army's training grounds.

[ It’s kept a little vague and unspecific. Though they do intend to give adequate information, there is also no question that they have had traitors in their midst as of late. Everything will be doled out with due caution. Although, there will be a silent message sent to each person asking them to respond with some information of their abilities. ]

We are at war, bloodshed is inevitable. We will be attacked soon, and we must defend our keep. Consider this communion address a formal hub for discussion and organization of the battle to come. We will begin with information sharing of the Pleroma: knowing their names, appearances, and capabilities will better prepare us in dealing with them in combat. Aions may develop new abilities at any time, however; intel from the mission in Venera and Godsblood may very well be outdated by now, so do not assume anything we go over in this address as the extent of what they can do. Anything you may have witnessed at the shrines can be helpful, including other newcomers you may have met that did not return to Achamoth..

To the third wave of newly awoken Aions, it is regrettable that we cannot welcome you better, you’ve unfortunately arrived at a tumultuous time on Horos. If this is all too much for any reason, that’s fine. Contact me privately, and we can at least arrange for you to be somewhere safe during this. To those used to wielding great power, please get some practice in and verify your new limits. Becoming an Aion may have weakened you, do not let that catch you off-guard on the battlefield.

To those who are new, introduce yourselves and ask any questions you have. We will answer your questions as best we can, and I encourage our fellow Kenoma to chime in where they may. Do try to keep your questions interesting enough to be worth reading.

Comments

[uproared]

[ The last person to see her as a tool... got exactly what they wanted from her in the end, actually, but that's beside the point. She's confident enough to shrug off any bad vibes she gets. ]

Yeah? Hope you like the show, then. These guys have no idea who they're messing with.

[entsetzt]

Your confidence is inspiring Saber, but you must also consider that the reverse is true for you as well. Some of the Pleroma have been documented, but they doubtless have new members unknown to us.

Confidence so easily turns to arrogance, and arrogance will blind you.

[Sure is a nice glass house you got there, Scarecrow. Would be a shame if someone threw a stone at it.]

[uproared]

You think I don't know that?

[ She doesn't sound annoyed at his "concern", just mildly exasperated. Don't call her out like this... ]

I'm not gonna rush in without thinking. [ She is absolutely going to rush in without thinking. ] Nor do I intend to reveal my full strength so early on. If I can force them to flee empty-handed, then I'll be satisfied.

[entsetzt]

[A dry chuckle.] Forgive me my overcautiousness, my dear. I knew another Knight not so long ago who made the same claims, but regrettably failed to demonstrate control of his impulses, when the object of his hatred was standing before him.

His obsession with killing the enemy who had wronged him nearly brought our plans to ruin. How pleased I am to hear you will not repeat his mistakes.

[uproared]

Yeah? Sounds like that guy was a real chump. [ What happened to the formal speech... ] But I can control myself, no problem. It might be more of an issue if one person was here... but there's no way he is. These Pleroma are a bunch of nobodies to me.

What about you? Gonna sit this one out, or dive right in?

[entsetzt]

[That bluntness elicits a small degree of amusement.] To put it lightly.

[It helped that the Arkham Knight's mental state had been deteriorating all night. Crane had done what he could to keep him on mission, to little effect. Which was why Crane had Deathstroke waiting in the wings to take over the Militia's operations when the Knight finally broke completely. He just wish it hadn't cost him the Cloudburst.]

I am pleased to hear your focus will not be broken, Saber. As for me, I fear I lack your fighting skills and have yet to manifest any abilities that would be useful in battle. My role will have to be more of an...observational one.

[uproared]

Ugh, you and half of our guys.

[ Is she annoyed by all the noncombatants? Maybe. But Crane isn't making a scene like certain other people, so he gets a pass. ]

Try and learn something useful... but don't get yourself killed. This isn't the first battle, nor will it be the last. You'll have plenty of time to observe as much as you want.

[entsetzt]

[It is what it is; Crane was never physically gifted at the best of times, even before he was mauled by Killer Croc and lost a chunk of his leg. Without his toxin in one form or another, or failing that, a gun, there's not much Crane can do in a melee except get tossed around like a ragdoll. There's no point dwelling on that fact.]

My previous occupation relied in no small part on observation of others, so I believe I will come out of this with useful data. Perhaps I may even attempt to engage one or two of the Pleroma in conversation, if they appear willing to tolerate it, and learn even more.

But I have no intention of dying. And with any luck, come our next engagement, I will have more to offer.

Ideally, I shall offer the Pleroma their own worst fears and deepest terrors.

[He smiles thinly, and not pleasantly, and a sense of... anticipation.]