[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 Aions may develop new abilities at any time, however; intel from the mission in Venera and Godsblood may very well be outdated by now, so do not assume anything we go over in this address as the extent of what they can do.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

[settingup]

[ Well, this has his attention. People are offering to teach him to fight, or telling him to learn how. No one has been offering the normie protection other than to try and shuffle him off before things get dicey, which he's not against, mind you. ]

What kinda powers?

[ That question feels absolutely looney tunes to have to ask, but... ]

[regressor]

... It's not very pretty. I'd ask you not to look, if I use them, but.

[With a bit of effort, she projects something shaped like guilt, a little bit like reluctance. She remembers how they'd felt, even if she can't produce it properly any longer, organically.]

Do you know what happens in space movies, when there's a problem with the ship and people get thrown out into space... ?

[settingup]

[ What... in space? Holy shit what is she suggesting right now...? ]

They die?

[regressor]

... They do.

[A pause,]

I don't have to... I can just knock them unconscious, if I'm able to concentrate well.

[settingup]

[ Ah... Ah, that's the catch, huh? ]

Probably can't do that well in the middle of a fight.

[ Still if it's going to come down to him or some random stranger attacking him for no reason, he's not going to pick himself to die instead. He's not a martyr for a reason. ]

[regressor]

It depends, yeah.

If I’m able to be far away and do it long distance… it’s easier. If I’m… in the middle of things…

No, not much.

… but it can protect people, sometimes, too. That’s good.

[settingup]

[ Good feels like a messed up word for it, but... ]

Yeah, good...

[ But he's already kind of suspect of people offering to help him out here, so... ]

But I ain't got much to offer to pay you back.

[regressor]

If it’s protecting someone… I don’t need to be paid back.

I’m already… I’ve been trying to make up for things for a long time. I could probably save a hundred people and it wouldn’t make up for it, but…

If you wanted to… you could try. I know some people don’t like feeling in debt…

But you wouldn’t have to.

[settingup]

[ Saving a hundred people wouldn't make up for it...? Shit, just how many people has this lady offed this way in the past? He doesn't want to judge, because he really wants that promised protection, but it's hard to completely hide the wary feeling that leaks through their shared connection. ]

It ain't a big deal to me, but...

[ He's not someone who feels some deep need to pay off debts, but no one has ever offered to literally protect his life before. ]

If I think up something good, I'll make sure to repay you anyway.

[regressor]

[There's a moment of silence, as if she's trying to think of something, before-]

Do you know how to cook... ?

[settingup]

[ Well that's a fun and interesting sudden burst of complicated feelings through their connection that Atsumu won't be explaining, despite how obvious they are. ]

Nothing fancier than instant food.

[regressor]

[Hmm. Interesting. Maybe he missed his mother.]

In that case…

After I use my powers I usually have to rest the next day. If I helped you… I’d appreciate if you brought me some food.

Instant is fine. I’m not picky.

[settingup]

[ Close, but swap that "m" with a "br". ]

That's really all you need? Even if I ain't a good cook?

[regressor]

Mmmm. That's probably all.

It would save me from having to drag myself to the kitchen sick, so. I'd appreciate it.

If it happened, I mean.

[settingup]

[ It doesn't help him make it up to her if she doesn't, but he doesn't really want that to happen to someone who is going to protect him either. ]

It's better if it doesn't happen at all, but I'll whip you up something edible enough if I gotta.

[regressor]

[And then, as if he's the one doing her the big favor...]

... Thanks.

[settingup]

[ Hrrgh. He feels weird about this whole thing, but not weird enough to turn down her offer still. ]

At least wait for me to do something useful before you go thankin’ me for it.