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Entry tags:
- amos burton: lover,
- barnaby brooks jr: lover,
- bruno madrigal: martyr,
- ciel: martyr,
- emet-selch: champion,
- father paul hill: martyr,
- howl: celebrant,
- jonathan crane: sovereign,
- kaeya alberich: lover,
- liem talbott: champion,
- makoto ("m"): firebrand,
- minegishi gen: lover,
- sebastian michaelis: celebrant,
- tartaglia (childe): firebrand,
- yoo joonghyuk: champion
[Kenoma] Discussion
( π£ - Emet, π΅ - 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 weβll 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.
[ Itβs 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, youβve unfortunately arrived at a tumultuous time on Horos. If this is all too much for any reason, thatβs 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.
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 weβll 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.
[ Itβs 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, youβve unfortunately arrived at a tumultuous time on Horos. If this is all too much for any reason, thatβs 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.
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[ Really? Uh. Good question? ]
Wellll, I hid in a village for, like, a whole decade, and no one ever caught or found me, but I'm not sure that's a skill so much as... not... wanting to confront people...
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[ She knows a little from personal experience, though she can't imagine evading being seen by anyone for such a long period. That's why her words come out encouraging, as if it should be obvious that this is a talent. ]
You might be super helpful if we ever have to hide out somewhere. You never know!
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[ Misa and Gray both sure think that's somehow a skillset. Maybe it is after all.
He always just put it down to as plain old fate that he was never caught, Dolores and her super-hearing aside; why she never snitched on him remains a mystery, although it doesn't seem relevant now... now that she's gone. ]
A lot of people might be harder than just me, though.
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[ It's said in jest, an attempt to lighten the mood a bit. ]
You know, I'm actually trying to find places where it would be hard to be seen in the city, specifically for this. I'm not very strong myself, actually... [ so they're the same that way, right? ] But my power is useful from afar. I bet you'd be a big help to me!
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[ He hasn't even set foot out there yet. It's intimidating! ]
Well, the best advice off the top of my head? Without, uh, taking a look around? Is that people? They don't think to look up a lot. Kinda expect everything to be on the same level as them unless it's shouting at 'em. You might want to check out some high places.
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[ There's a mental hum, as if she's really debating in her head for the perfect descriptor. ]
They're kinda... pointy.
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[ The worst thing would be to get caught and have nowhere to run, she guesses... which piques her curiosity about his personal history— surely he had to had close calls before, he must have good ideas on how to evade capture, too. ]
Say... how exactly were you hiding all that time? Don't tell me you were underground in a tunnel or something.
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How exactly was... oh, just. No, not tunnels or anything. More like a literal hole in a wall? The entrance was hidden, so it was just me and the rats who knew.
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[ Stop the presses, somehow it didn't occur to her that spending a decade in hiding would entail having to hide out in some... seedy places. The mental equivalent of a full body shiver gets communicated across their connection, signaling her kneejerk apprehension at the notion. ]
You really... you really lived with tons of rats everywhere for that long? Didn't it gross you out?!
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Well, no? Not really? I mean, they hung out with me even before I... pulled my vanishing act. So we were always kind of pals? They kept me company. I mean, they also got into everything, but, eh, they were rats, y'know?
[ yeah no it was pretty gross but bruno just isn't going to see it that way ]
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Oh, so you liked them since before. Jeez... that is so not what I was expecting when you said you were in hiding for that long. [ Though it's more a sense of awkwardness than disgust that's evident in her words. ] I thought you'd say you were invisible or a shape-shifter or something.... not hiding in the walls with rats.
[ poor guy... ]
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[ Sorry, the shape-shifter was one of his nephews, not him, but he's reluctant to mention his family any further. It's a painful subject. He doubts it'll ever stop being one. ]
Kind of weird to have a place to stay that isn't full of 'em.