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 Aions may develop new abilities at any time, however; intel from the mission in Venera and Godsblood may very well be outdated by now, so do not assume anything we go over in this address as the extent of what they can do.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

[epiprocta]

[ Gen isn't blind to how he comes across to most people, especially now that he's down a limb and looking more worn than usual. His height, his posture, his tone of voice -- back home he'd calibrated everything to be off-putting and intimidating to most people, and those habits still hold strong. So when 'Carmine' barely bats an eye before acquiescing to his (frankly highly bullshit) demand ... he knows.

She's not just some normal woman, is she.

Maybe she can feel her skin prickling from the sharp stare that fixes on her for a moment. Then Gen ducks his head to dip the tip of his cigarette into the lighter's little ember, taking a puff so the flame will catch; once smokes begins to creep from the tip, he reaches forth to flip the lighter's lid back on, then takes it from her hand. ]

Something else'll kill me before cancer does. [ No 'thanks,' of course. And while Gen does bend down while he's already hunched over to fetch the heavy bag from where she'd put it down, it's not so he can carry it for her. His gratitude towards her extends exactly as far as handing it back to her so she can go back to hauling it around herself, after which Gen apparently considers them even, since he turns to begin walking once more. At least he keeps his pace slower for a few steps so she can catch up before he resumes his brisk, long-legged pace.

The cigarette's ember burns bright as he takes a long drag, and Gen holds it in his lungs for a moment, savoring the astringent bite, before letting the smoke plume from his lungs. Then he voices his next thought -- a demand, rather than a question. ]

So what's your deal, then.

[ His tone of voice implies, 'I know you have one. Don't bullshit me.' ]

[regressor]

[This woman understood this simple movement, from the sharp, over-saturated span of years when she had been neither Havoc nor Carmine nor any of the other code names she'd accumulated and then shed. In the back alleys and cheap motel rooms in that Romanian city she'd hidden from the eyes of those who recognized her from her past, she had learned well how to pour drinks for the already intoxicated, how to light men's cigarettes, how to do a lot of things. None of it bothered her, because she'd been alive to do it and capable of feeling anything she wanted to about it.]

I don't know... I heard it's really hard to actually die here...

[So it's smooth, despite the crooked fingers, holding it until the the light catches and he takes it back.

He actually did fool her with that move- interesting. Without complaint, she takes the bag back despite the obvious bit of struggle she has with it, she falls back in line behind him... and she thinks, hm. This one might not be worth it, if he was this suspicious but also this perceptive. She'd be gone by now if there weren't so few young people among the aions here in the Citadel.

But that's not the case, and when he asks... she looks at him (the side of his head), blinking a moment as if to ask "my deal?" before,]

... Here with the Kenoma? I do have powers, if that's what you're worried about.

[As if he was surely just concerned that a woman who looked like she did couldn't hold her own.]