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The Emperor and the Star
WHO: Garviel Loken, Saber/Nero
WHEN: August, before the next Dark Hour
WHERE: The very edge of the Business district
SUMMARY: Philosophy, art, and war.
RATING: PG-13
WARNINGS: None really, if you don't mind formal language and some tense looks.
< The knight kneels in the darkness preceding midnight, the barest edges of the new moon providing light for him as he awaits another battle, his blade sheathed, his pistol holstered, and his hands crossed across his chest like wings, making the sign of the Aguila. He contemplates the previous fights, his own isolation, his weakness.
This struggle is a fight against superstition, the supernatural, everything that is anathema to him. And yet.... it would appear his companions use the same powers which they oppose to fight. This weighs upon the phlegmatic warrior, but his face shows none of it, only a slight hunch in his shoulders as if further burdened by the knowledge.
He wonders, idly, if he should make an oath of moment, but dismisses the idea. He'll wait, at the edge, until the other warriors come. Knights, knaves, youths, kings, vagabonds, and children, they are all warriors now, and he feels responsible for keeping them alive, until this is all seen through.
And so, he kneels, burdened by his responsibilities and oaths.
WHEN: August, before the next Dark Hour
WHERE: The very edge of the Business district
SUMMARY: Philosophy, art, and war.
RATING: PG-13
WARNINGS: None really, if you don't mind formal language and some tense looks.
< The knight kneels in the darkness preceding midnight, the barest edges of the new moon providing light for him as he awaits another battle, his blade sheathed, his pistol holstered, and his hands crossed across his chest like wings, making the sign of the Aguila. He contemplates the previous fights, his own isolation, his weakness.
This struggle is a fight against superstition, the supernatural, everything that is anathema to him. And yet.... it would appear his companions use the same powers which they oppose to fight. This weighs upon the phlegmatic warrior, but his face shows none of it, only a slight hunch in his shoulders as if further burdened by the knowledge.
He wonders, idly, if he should make an oath of moment, but dismisses the idea. He'll wait, at the edge, until the other warriors come. Knights, knaves, youths, kings, vagabonds, and children, they are all warriors now, and he feels responsible for keeping them alive, until this is all seen through.
And so, he kneels, burdened by his responsibilities and oaths.