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Author Topic: Death grip on the future  (Read 131 times)

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Offline Ciprian Voda

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Death grip on the future
« on: Nov 02, 17, 09:51:21 AM »
If there was one thing that Voda had learned early on in his service to Sheyla Grey, it was that there was seldom a dull moment in the diminutive Queen's court. The abrupt relocation of the Queen and her sister had thrown things for a loop, to say the very least, but Voda was beginning to find his stride once more. Nightly expeditions into the city of Goth had begun to familiarize the Prince with the new Territory, and he rather enjoyed being able to focus solely on the safety of Sheyla's court rather than having to feign attendance to stewardly matters. Sheyla was ostensibly still in danger, but Voda thought that with all things considered, it was no more or less the danger she was in while ruling in Dena Nehele, before the contracts came. Even without someone having commissioned an assassination, any Queen on a throne in that cursed Territory lived a danger-filled life.

Now, at least, Sheyla had the backing of the Territory Court and the distance that the Dark Gate gave her from her old enemies. Her new court was filling out nicely, and it was nearing time for Falshon to make his way through the Gate to join them. Voda hoped he'd bring word of Caecian and Bidea (of Celina, though he didn't let his thoughts get that specific) when he came, and it would be good for Sheyla to have her old friend at her side once more anyway. Things were looking up, on the whole.

That's not to say there weren't a few annoyances, still. The fact that Sheyla had apparently met another male that was bound to her could go either way. That this mystery Prince had yet to deign to show himself in Little Vaasa did not seem to Voda to be an encouraging sign, though. What man would deliberately distance himself from his Queen once he felt that pull? There was something shady in that situation, though Voda could do little about it just yet. He'd tossed out the name Sheyla had given him to see what he could dig up, but absolutely nothing had come back to him on it, yet. That was another mark against him, whoever he was.

It was just poor luck that Voda had had no greater success in digging up information on Alesky's new escort. Lionel Kelly wasn't on any books anywhere that Voda could find in Little Terreille. Granted, he didn't have unfettered access to every register, but it was still frustrating to have turned up nothing in his search so far. Aleksy was supposed to send the warlord around today for Voda to get some information, and he despised feeling unprepared.

The day would not wait, though. Voda made sure he was in his office at the appointed time, though he occupied himself with reading over the week's reports while he waited for one of Little Vaasa's mystery men to show his face.

Offline Lionel Kelly

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Re: Death grip on the future
« Reply #1 on: Nov 07, 17, 11:36:07 PM »
It was not an easy thing for Lionel to do. To go see Ciprian Voda by himself and speak to him so that he could be - what was the word that Aleksy had used; it made him think of animals? oh, right - vetted. Yet the man was Steward of Little Vaasa, a man who served Queen Sheyla Grey who was sister to Aleksy Grey who was High Healer of Little Vaasa who looked after the shattered remnants of Lionel Kelly who was her Healer's Escort.

So in the end it all made sense, he supposed, but it was still a terrifying thing to do. That Voda wore the Green (and worse his Birthright was Purple Dusk as well) did not help matters. It had taken everything in him to not twist his Patriarch ring painfully around his finger and tear the skin underneath it in the process. To not think of him and the dark room and the pain and the-

Only Aleksy's hands covering his, stilling them, made him stop.

She then pressed a kiss to his forehead and told him everything would be alright. Voda was her very dear friend and he had promised her he would be nice. Lionel had blinked at that, nodded and reluctantly headed towards the Steward's office. He was trying, truly, to not work himself up in the process. Aleksy was good for him, he was good for her - she said so often, reassuring him when the dark thoughts became too much - and if he did not make a good impression then maybe Voda would say something to Queen Sheyla Grey and he would be made to-

Lionel shook his head, resolutely pushing the dark thought away. The time between such moments was growing, mostly contained to after the sun had sunk below the horizon and darkness covered all but in times of stress they still reared their head.

He stood outside the door for a span of quick heartbeats. Lionel thought of Aleksy and the abyss in her eyes that made him feel safe and the strength that she shared with him. Together, he reminded himself, we are stronger. This was what he had to do to make sure they could stay together.

A hand raised, Lionel knocked upon the door - his presence announced (though he was surely sensed) - before entering.

"Prince Voda," he greeted, his voice having lost most of the roughness from his time in Gate City and not speaking. For a moment he paused before he remembered and bowed, eyes lowered and deference paid to their difference in station and the depth of jewels.

As he came back up his hand rubbed at the side of his neck without thought, an unconscious tick, and fingers scratched lightly at where his collar had been. Aleksy had healed it but he had quietly asked for the scars to be left, like the others he had. Lionel stopped a beat later, hand dropping away, as if he realized what he was doing.

A reminder.

"I- I am Lionel Kelly."

That was it because he would not speak more unless he was given the freedom to do so. His eyes did not look at Voda at all. Instead they seemed to pick a spot over his shoulder and look there before flickering to looking over the other shoulder and then another spot. At least he was not wringing his hands, they were clasped behind his back and holding painfully onto one another.

Okay so he was kind of wringing his hands.

Offline Ciprian Voda

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Re: Death grip on the future
« Reply #2 on: Nov 09, 17, 08:41:57 AM »
Over the years, Voda had become well acquainted with quite the variety of dead. He'd ushered a great many of them into their demise, of course, but aside from that he was no stranger to that most mysterious of natural phenomenons. Of all those who'd been kissed by death, the ones that bothered him the most were the ones who'd not quite yielded to that caress, yet had neither walked away unscathed. They were like ghosts who'd forgotten they were only supposed to exist as dead things, and who insisted on walking around in their old bodies long past whatever turn of fate should have laid them down for good.

It probably shouldn't have surprised Voda that the man Aleksy had hand-picked to be her own escort was one of those odd souls. Still, somehow, he hadn't expected it. Lionel Kelly knocked on the door and walked into his office, and upon setting eyes on him, Voda had to restrain the urge to sigh in defeat. He only mostly succeeded. He sat back more fully into his seat and studied the stammering young warlord in silence for only a beat. How apropos that Aleksy, of all people, should want one of the walking dead as her body man. He barely had a body of his own, but somehow that seemed to fit the otherworldly Black Widow Healer.

"Well met, Lord Kelly," the Prince said, before the moment stretched far enough to be uncomfortable. Voda smiled, though it was a court smile rather than an honest one, and gestured to a seat in front of the desk at which he sat. "Thank you for coming by. Please, have a seat." As Lionel did so, Voda reached for a slim portfolio and opened it, then summoned a pen to his hand.

"This shouldn't take long; I just need to get a little background on you. Our court Guard is still settling in here, and we've been unable as of yet to find any information on you... where you've come from, where you've served, that sort of thing. Would you mind filling in the blanks for me? How did you come to be in Little Terreille?"

Offline Lionel Kelly

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Re: Death grip on the future
« Reply #3 on: Nov 09, 17, 01:18:55 PM »
Lionel blinked, eyes settling very briefly on that not true smile before he took a seat. His hands were briefly wringing together, fingers twisting around his ring before he stopped himself. Hidden elsewhere was the piece of jewelry that bore his Purple Dusk. If it was not in sight then no one could judge him for it even if that was no longer a problem.

He visibly stiffened at the mention of Guard, mind whirling once more. Had he remembered wrong? Wasn't Voda a Steward? No, wait. Not anymore. He had remembered wrong. Voda had been a Steward before they came through the Dark Gate. Now he wore a truer mask of who he was as Master of the Guard. Going through the Dark Gate changed people often it seemed.

Except now he was twisting the ring again, trying to quell the panic that was rising. Aleksy knew, of course, because Aleksy knew everything. She was as much a Black Widow as she was a Healer and Lionel did not have to spell out all the details of who he was and what happened and- Forcibly he stopped himself from twisting the Patriarch ring but his hand did scratch again at where his collar had rested.

Silver, he thought suddenly, I am sorry I did not stay in Gate City but Aleksy came and she needed me and- Lionel was wandering, thinking of the Unchained and Glacia and dark rooms and Markus Niksala's smile. All things related and most better left out of his thoughts.

"I can-" A breath, steadying and thinking of forehead kisses. "I can do that." Lionel's gaze flicked downward and then upward and picked an interesting place on Voda's desk to study. "I am from Gl-" He frowned, the name stuck on his tongue. "Glacia." It finally came out more forcefully than he wanted, as if he could do well with never saying it again.

"Aleksy found me while I was waiting for my fr- f- friends to come back for me. We got separated after coming back through the Dark Gate." Yet he was from Glacia and why would he have been through the Gate if he was from this side? Silver and the others had hid him well if there was no information about him. Lionel frowned, knowing the story was out of order but he did not want to tell it in order.

A flicker of his sister's face, panicked and grabbing at him flashed in his mind.

"I never ... served in Gl- Glacia, not in a Court officially. My family did not want that." Lionel was a failure. They did not want it highlighted even if he could improve his station that way; prove he was a good follower of the Dark Religion and make up for displeasing the Night Mother and being cursed with Light Jewels. "So I was trained as a Patriarch."

Another twist of his ring; one never retired from the Midnight Keepers.

"To be a Healer's Escort." It was odd as he said that but it was clear there was strength in his voice as he spoke. At least about being a Healer's Escort, the rest was iffy. "I served families, mostly."

Offline Ciprian Voda

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Re: Death grip on the future
« Reply #4 on: Nov 09, 17, 02:50:13 PM »
Darkness, it was like sitting before a less confident version of Aleksy, Voda thought. Except this Lionel Kelly hadn't been around nearly as long as Aleksy had and didn't have her distracted charm or her penchant for unintentional poetry. Lionel Kelly just seemed frightened, too much so to seem like he'd be much use in an urgent situation. The Prince had the feeling that if he shouted Boo the warlord would empty his bowels, and that wasn't a very attractive thing to feel about someone who was meant to be guarding Aleksy. This was troublesome, Voda thought.

He sat there and listened as Lionel seemed to put great effort towards answering his questions.

Predictably, Voda frowned slightly at the notion that the warlord had come from Glacia, but had also been found by Aleksy in Gate City. "You weren't listed on the Gate's Registry, I've checked. How did you wind up in Gate City if you started in Glacia and didn't come through the Gate?" Voda was less interested in hearing the sordid details of why Lionel had left Glacia, and more interested in tracing his path after he'd done so. After the conversation he'd had with Lord Harmaa about the state of affairs in Glacia, the Purple Dusk and Rose Craft that Voda could sense about the Warlord seemed to paint a picture all their own of how he'd fared there.

"Yes, Lady Aleksy mentioned you had some sort of training pertaining to Healers," he recalled, with a nod. "Tell me about that, would you? What sort of training are we talking about? What did you learn that would be helpful to a Healer in particular?" Voda made a pair of notes as he spoke, glancing up briefly at Lionel between thoughts as he spoke.


 


Offline Lionel Kelly

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Re: Death grip on the future
« Reply #5 on: Nov 14, 17, 03:06:53 AM »
Lionel did not want to admit that his memory was questionable. It was strengthening, being around Aleksy helped, and he did not have moments of being utterly lost anymore. There were not gaping moments of blackness where he had simply operated on autopilot while he was deep within his own mind.

Yet Voda was asking and he would have to answer and- "I- I did," he said quietly, "go through the Gate and come back through it as well. Terreille is strange. Here, you can breathe but there you are slowly suffocating. ... your Craft feels all wrong too." A small pause, realizing he was going off onto a tangent. "Suh- Sorry. It's just w- what it felt like there."

Also not what was asked but he was working towards it. Trying to. Too many dead faces came back to mind. His sister, the Healers whose lives were surely over now, and his compatriots that were ghosts now because of him. Glacia was nothing but ghosts. It was a surprise there was any room for people there with how many there were.

"I was rescued like the Healers I helped," his voice was low and his eyes were searching the shadows of the room as if there was something there that could be listening, "but the path is dangerous out of Glacia and my sister- she-" Lionel's hands were clenched tightly into fists. Were it not that Aleksy had made sure they were kept cut short, his nails would have started to bite into the skin of his palms. Slowly the fingers uncurled, a breath escaping. "She died and the cuh- control ring lost."

His hand rubbed along his neck at where the collar had been instead of clenching into a first once more.

"It had to be removed." A steadying breath was taken, Lionel fixating on the other question Voda had asked instead of finishing the first answer. The Patriarch ring was looked at on his hand before he spoke once more and no thought given to the details Voda might want instead.

"I was - am - part of the Midnight Keepers. Trained as a Patriarch to be able to help and serve Healers. To keep them safe, even from themselves, and make sure their natural compulsions do not see them harmed." For all that his eyes had wandered before, now Lionel's gaze was entirely on Voda. This part, more than any other part, was very important. It was why he was good for Aleksy beyond that he was meant to be there for her.

Lionel trusted implicitly in the vision webs of the Black Widow Healer.

"I am also capable of rejuvenating a Healer's jewels from my own, to further safeguard and protect them. It's what I was trained to do." He resolutely did not think about his parents about how they had used him as a glorified battery once he had failed them. It was the only thing he was good for after Markus had gotten done with him.

Lionel rubbed a hand at his neck again, trying to not twitch or let his nerves get the best of him. At least it seemed as if he was since he had not stuttered at all through the last few sentences.

Offline Ciprian Voda

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Re: Death grip on the future
« Reply #6 on: Nov 15, 17, 10:20:27 AM »
Lionel's assertion that he had, in fact, gone through the Gate and come back visibly concerned the Prince before him. Voda frowned and a touch each of confusion and skepticism laced through his brow. For a moment, he silently contended with the notion that Lionel might have connections in the Territory Court (which was how Sheyla's name didn't show up on the registry). But he was also surprised by the oddly specific (and yet still somehow... very accurate, he admitted) summation of how Terreille seemed to differ from Kaeleer. Granted, Voda's Craft had felt odd to him in Kaeleer, when he'd first arrived, but it was easy to imagine the sensation being reversed.

It was luck that had him so tied up in his thoughts for a moment. He might've pressed with more questions, otherwise, but in the pause that followed, Lionel began to speak further on his own. Voda held his tongue and let the man speak, understanding now that (much like Aleksy), Lionel's conversation would come to him, rather than be pursued.

"You went to Terreille to have your collar removed?" he clarified, when Lionel paused to rub at his throat. He held up a hand, briefly, before dropping it again. "Take your time. I understand that you've been through a great deal. I don't want this to feel like an interrogation; I just need to understand what risks you might bring with you to the court. Aleksy has already decided you're going to be her escort, so it's highly unlikely that you'll tell me anything that will prevent you from staying with us. But all the same, I'd rather be prepared than caught unaware.

"That said, I checked the registry when I was trying to find information about you. Your name wasn't on it anywhere except where Aleksy signed you out. How'd you manage that?"


Voda took in the news about Lionel's work with the Patriarchs with nothing but a few nods, at first. Then, "Those skills will be useful, certainly. Have you had any training in combat or self defense?"

Offline Lionel Kelly

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Re: Death grip on the future
« Reply #7 on: Nov 16, 17, 12:41:16 AM »
Lionel seemed to relax, just the smallest bits, when Voda made it clear that he was not going to be taking him from Aleksy (or Aleksy from him; a new fear that he was learning to try and cope with in light of so many others). It was hard to imagine being anywhere else and Lionel thought of her words: If you stayed where they left you, you would be dead.

There was dead and then there was dead. While the thoughts of simply stopping - to cease - were fading they still crept up in the dark of night. What chased them away was that he did not want to be another ghost for Aleksy. Not for a long, long time. If there were a way to live forever with her, he would do it. That was the extent of his dedication.

Voda's words and questions blurred together, the two mixing and mingling and the answers becoming interlocked. Lionel breathed deep and pushed away the dark thing inside his mind that he never wanted to acknowledge.

"I- I did but I have to train again ..." His fingers stretched in and out, wondering what he was capable of and not wanting to know at the same time. Yet he needed to be strong for Aleksy, to be more capable and not so-

"There was a man- he-" The dead look that came over his face was startling, as if Lionel was purposely channeling it to try and move through what he was talking about. (Or the truth that this subject reminded him that he was not truly alive sometimes.) "I am not so sure of my strengths or weaknesses anymore, Prince. What I thought my strength became my weakness at his hands as he broke me into little pieces and built me back the way he wanted." His gaze was unfaltering on Voda.

"They do not take so kindly to those who wear lighter jewels and are w- wil- willful," finished Lionel. Surely that said enough that he did not explain further. The Healers he had helped were on his mind once more. That he had supported and worked within the Unchained before he had become someone that needed to be rescued and extracted from Glacia.

"I helped smuggle out those like myself," another steadying breath, "and they are the ones that helped me when the time came and the ones who kept me hidden." As he blinked he saw Markus Niksala on the back of his eyelids, heard his voice as if he was there whispering in his ear.

Lean into the Darkness. Only there are you at your most pure.

"If you-" Another pause, Lionel wringing his hands together and not stopping this time. "They may come looking for me." Finally his dead-eye gaze broke from Voda. "Not just my friends but those would see me back in Glacia. If they hear of me being looked for here."

Offline Ciprian Voda

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Re: Death grip on the future
« Reply #8 on: Nov 17, 17, 09:45:12 AM »
Voda nodded at Lionel's confession that he'd need to train again for combat. He picked up a pen and made a note to himself while he said, "We have plenty here who can help train you."

The mood of the conversation shifted suddenly with Lionel's next words. The warlord didn't so much withdraw into himself as he seemed to nearly disappear altogether, and he spoke of "a man" who'd troubled him. Voda's pen stopped moving, and his attention latched itself firmly to the man before him, a questioning patience descending over him as he listened to the story told. It was incomplete but oddly compelling, much like the man who told it. Eventually, he dropped the pen to the desk and sat back further in his seat, studying Lionel for a few breaths even after he'd finished speaking. He was thinking back over the steps he'd taken during his failed attempt to dig up information on the mysterious Lord Kelly, searching for any leg of that effort that could have tipped off someone searching for him. It wasn't as though he'd posted a wanted note to any community bulletins; it had mostly been quietly checking registers here and there, and coming up empty. There were reasons he hadn't ventured into neighboring Territories to ask further, and he was suddenly glad he'd not been pressed to that extreme yet.

"Well," he said finally, sighing as he sat forward again. "If they show up, they'll find more than just you, that much I can guarantee." He paused, shifted his jaw to the side as he considered the warlord, then added, "Is Kelly the name you went by in Glacia? If it is, and if I were you, I'd consider choosing another and having your contracts filed with the false name. if someone is actively looking for you, it won't take them long to find you if they think to check the court registers, otherwise." He looked down to his desk long enough to scribble down another note. Without looking up, he spoke further.

"When can you begin your training? If Aleksy can spare you I'd like to have you start with a few hours several days a week to try and get you up to speed quickly. I don't anticipate any harm coming to her, but we'll want to be prepared just in case, hm?" He did look up at Lionel at the last, and paused. After Lionel's answer, Voda would likely just nod.

"That'll be all. Thank you."

Offline Lionel Kelly

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Re: Death grip on the future
« Reply #9 on: Today at 02:31:50 AM »
There was an anxiety that settled in as Voda brought up a good point. That he was - on his contract - using the name of his birth. Lionel's fingers clenched tightly and did not unclench, even as the Prince continued speaking. It would be too easy to find him now, to potentially bring trouble to the Court he was now part of. That there would be more than just him, that Aleksy trusted Voda's skill implicitly, did not matter.

This was the worst possibility and his thoughts were spiralling darker and darker and-

"Immediately," said Lionel, his voice sounding distant to his own ears, "I can. I need to be capable of protecting Aleksy like she protects me." The matter of his name was still circling, the darkness growing with each rotation of the thought within his mind. "I'll talk with her about my name- changing it to something else for the records."

His thoughts were not good things. Terribly bad, in fact, and with being dismissed he was pushing himself up to stand. As he blinked he saw that smile on the back of his eyelids and the flash of piercing eyes he wanted gone. His fingers hurt from clenching so hard but he forcefully relaxed them.

"Markus Niksala." The name was out of nowhere, it seemed, but not for Lionel. "A Prince. He wears the Green. That's who it was that caught me and gave my parents an obedient servant. I do not think he will come here but ..." Lionel shook his head, trying to clear his brain of the man who had nearly broken him. "Just so you know."

If Voda was truly done then it was time to leave but he hesitated once more, unsure if there was something else to say or that he had missed.