Lord Algere
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PL: 16,000
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Post by Lord Algere on Feb 5, 2019 14:37:27 GMT -6
Algere’s PL: 8,000
Snow fell as it did that day. That awful day. The day that he lost everything. It blanketed the world in a pristine silence. It muted his footsteps as he crunches through the black of the trees and the white of the snow. His black cloak sheltered him from the bitter sting of the wind. Clasped under his arm was a parcel wrapped up in paper and tied with twine. His feet dragged as dread filled his heart. He needed to do this, and yet each step closer threatened to crush him under the weight of his grief. How pathetic. To be reduced to this? Clair might have laughed at him and scolded him for being ridiculous. Algere closed his eyes and rested against the trunk of a tree. The worst part was the forgetting. Forgetting the sound of her voice. Or the way her eyes shone when she looked at him. Forgetting her scent or what it was like to hold her in his arms. Her touch. Her smile. How he longed to burn all of those things into his memory. How he regretted that he hadn’t whilst he had the chance. After a moment or two, Algere gathered what little strength remained in him to press on. These woods had changed but not enough for him to lose his way. After some searching, he finally came upon a clearing. A large mound of snow sat squarely in the middle of it. This was it then. Algere walked to the mound in the center and wiped away the snow to reveal stone beneath it. A few more swipes revealed a name engraved deep into the stone. “Clair…”Algere stood there staring at the name. He wasn’t sure how long he stood there just staring at that harsh reality. Reminded of his loss, still fresh in his eyes. This was where he buried her. After what seemed like an eternity, he took a seat in front of the tombstone, his tail curled tightly around him. He set the parcel down on the snow in front of him, numbly fiddling with the packaging. “You probably think me soft, don’t you? But...I never had your strength, you know.”Pulling the packaging off revealed two bottles. One was a rather cheap bottle of wine. The other was a specialty of the region called Jingle Gin. He set the bottle of gin against the stone. He wasn’t quite ready to partake of his own drink yet. There was still so much more to say. So much more that could never be said. He closed his eyes again, clenching his fists. “Why is it that I fail in what matters most? Why can I not hold onto a single sliver of...what I cherish?”The stone yielded no answers. He did not expect it to, but the silence roared louder than any thunder to his ears. He wanted to demand the stone speak. That anyone, anything speak to shake him from his grief. He did not know what to do. His purpose had all been stripped away. Stolen. “...”Algere drew a small fragment of armor out from his cloak. This was all that remained of the one who stole everything from him. It was stained. With blood perhaps. Traces. If he wanted, he could discover who had done the deed. Easily. It would be so easy. But...if he knew, Algere feared that he would not be able to keep the promise he had made. The temptation was always there, but he could manage it like this. He could control himself. But, only just. His hand clenched the scrap of armor tightly. “Clair…”
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Post by Hale on Feb 5, 2019 16:58:19 GMT -6
The desert had managed to get crowded and Hale's one sanctuary in the world had become a place for people to suddenly flock and point in awe, curiosity, and in some cases odd disgust at his recently built tower. The entire intention of moving to the desert was to get far away from people when he needed to train or be alone, yet he was being followed and greeted by people more than ever. Life had become a complicated mess of friends wanting to hurt one another, finding himself in the center of a war he wanted no part of, and through all of that still no fights to stand against despite all of the aforementioned. The stress and frustration was getting to him and the facade of the carefree gentle giant was starting to crack to a degree that was moment from being irreversible.
Long before deserts, towers, or hot dry seclusion Hale found himself in the high mountains of the frozen north, training and struggling to find his place in a world that seemed want him despite how hard he struggled to fit in for over a decade now. Floating high over the peaks of a mountain he didn't know the name of, and barely the location aside from north, he sighed to himself with visible breath, feeling nostalgic for his home planet for the first time in longer than he cared to remember. Gripping his fists tightly, he looked out over the snow covered trees and began to slowly float aimlessly in a direction, his eyes only breaking away from their straight ahead glare as he noticed a small village down below and groaned to himself remembering the last time he was in this area, passing over and letting his head fall and slump.
The further he flew the lower he seemed to descend as his body was matching his mood, barely missing the treeline as he came to a stop on his feet amidst the trees. Hale had no way of knowing there was a second Arcosian that had passed far enough to his right that the two wouldn't have seen each other without specifically looking for one another, and Hale's focus kept him from hearing the sounds of footsteps through the snow. Moments passed as Hale's face began to change from one of sorrow to one of anger, his aura flaring as his fists gripped once more, melting the snow in a circle directly around him. All the thoughts, the feelings, all the mood shifts, stares, angry outbursts, all of it was flooding into his mind at once and he couldn't handle it. Bringing his hands up to either side of his head he gripped and began to scream out as loud as he could have managed, and as the scream echoed louder with each passing moment his energy and anger increased in kind until a blast of energy shot from his mouth and into the sky. All at once he fell to his knees into the empty grass and melted snow weeping loudly as the treeline was gaping wide letting the sky beam down through the burnt and blasted away tree tops, shining down on the Arcosian crying into the snow as his aura died down completely.
Hale's PL 70,000
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Post by Lord Chill on Feb 10, 2019 2:04:57 GMT -6
PL: 72,000 The cold had always been a comfort to Chill. It reminded him of his homeland, and of the fief of his youth. It all seemed so... small. Like a snow globe he might have appreciated as a child, the patter of flakes falling slowly from the sky seemed to create a sort of bubble, that withdrew all of the stress he had been enduring from his mind and bringing the warmth of a mother's embrace or the comfort of a father's pride into his heart. A sorrowful smile crossed his face as he sat in the snow. He had been tailing Algere, today. He did not know why. He felt something in his core, something that told him to follow. Something that said that Algere needed to company. Moving off to the left of him somewhat, he gracefully layed out a red blanket in the white of the snow, and sat against the trunk of a tree. His eyes watched as the black-shelled Arcosian approached a small headstone, clearly denoting a grave. Clair. The name of his lost wife, if anything Chill had dug into was correct. How very morbid. It was not often that Chill found himself in another man's shoes. Most of the time, he thought of himself, and little else. But viewing the remorse and the sorrow in Algere's eyes as he stared into the stone as though it bore into his soul left Chill with an odd feeling of empathy. Thoughts snaked their way into his mind, bringing up harsh memories of loss, betrayal and failure. Mourning. Confusion. He took in a deep breath of the biting air to wash it away... but it clung there. Squeezing his eyes shut tight, he warded them away as best he could. He was never very good with his emotions. BZZZZT.The uproar of ki melting through snow snapped Chill's attention back into place. Standing, he crunched into the snow to investigate. With a few steps to spy past the trees, he saw a familiar, if not disheartening sight; Hale, in tears, drudged in the snow. Algere would notice soon too, he bet. Moving to Hale, he approached cautiously. "Are you alright...?" For possibly the first time in Chill's life besides perhaps Kalabas, Daisy or Belle, his voice had a distinct lack of ire. He really was concerned for the two Arcosians in his presence. That was a weird feeling to have, but given how close to the edge of tears his own mind was carrying him, he thought it would be best to focus on the other two. "Whatever is the matter, Monsieur..?"
KP: 3/3 sad boy hoursLord Algere -> Hale |
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Lord Algere
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PL: 16,000
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Post by Lord Algere on Feb 28, 2019 10:58:20 GMT -6
Having a moment of silence, Algere opened his eyes when his scouter buzzed. He had thought he had shut the darn thing off, but he was still figuring out the updates to the technology. Annoyed, he put it on, only to see some missed notifications. Two power signatures were relatively close by. In the direction, he heard screaming and saw the release of an extensive amount of ki. It wasn’t aimed at him but rather at the sky. Movement in the direction of the other power signature altered Algere to Chill’s presence. What was his nephew doing here? He had probably followed him, though Algere wasn’t sure why. He seemed concerned.
Standing up, Algere cast a look in the direction of the disturbance and managed to catch sight of another Arcosian weeping in the snow. An unseemly sight. An unwelcome intrusion. Taking a moment to compose his facial expression and emotional state, Algere parted from Clair’s grave to investigate. He walked up behind Chill who had moved slightly ahead of him and rested a firm hand on his shoulder. He glanced down briefly at his nephew, his feelings a bit mixed on his presence there. Deciding that whatever he would say to Chill could come later, Algere moved past him to where the other Arcosian sat dredged in the snow and knelt down beside him. He couldn’t see any physical injury, so he assumed that the wound was more psychological in nature. In addition to Chill’s inquiry, Algere added his own words to further expedite his explanation.
“What is your name? Were the inhabitants of this world perhaps harsh to you? Our kind has never been entirely welcome.”
Algere deigned not to touch the other Arcosian just yet. His power dwarfed Algere’s diminished power, and he would rather not suffer an injury while he was still recovering from his cryo-sleep. He still clutched the scrap of armor in one hand, having forgotten to put it away. He hoped that Chill might not notice. The other Arcosian was quite the distraction. Realizing that he’d asked for the arcosian’s name before giving his own, Algere hastened to correct his mistake. His own irritation had dulled his noble sensibilities.
“I am Lord Algere of the Cold and Frigid Clans.”
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Post by Hale on Mar 3, 2019 21:27:59 GMT -6
Hale's mind has been stuck on his own thoughts, snapped out instantly as he heard someone walking closer, snapping his head around seeing Chill there to his surprise. Pushing to his feet he was immediately defensive, more so due to the vulnerable way he had been just moment before and the thoughts in his head, but he wasn't all too sure what Chill was doing this far out and it was a strange coincidence he ran into him here. His face was covered with a mixture of anger and grief as he faced the Arcosian, quickly falling away into a more stoic look with a sigh as he relaxed as Chill spoke. "I'm just...tired. Tired of so many things.", bringing his large hand to his head, partially covering his face as he shook it lightly. He hadn't been purposely ignoring the other Arcosian, but he didn't at all recognize him as far as he could remember, but his mind wasn't in a great state at the moment so that wasn't exactly helping things.
"Well, that certainly hasn't helped things, or my mood.", keeping his eyes on the ground as he arm fell back to his side before he finally looked up between the two. "Hale.", he spoke up quietly before clearing his throat. "My name's Hale." for a moment his eyes narrowed at Algere's introduction as if he were trying to remember something, but it slipped before he could get a grasp on it in his mind. "I would say nice to meet you, but these are slightly...awkward and embarrassing circumstances to meet you under. Here I thought I was alone out here, and now I'm sitting here like this." He looked back to Chill and then Algere again and just sighed, not even sure what to say to them at the moment. His mind was a mess and his emotions were shot.
I could have sworn I responded to this already. Sorry about that!
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Post by Lord Chill on Mar 4, 2019 14:23:41 GMT -6
PL: 72,000 In the brief moments following Chill's inquiry, he felt a firm hand on his shoulder. Looking beside him, he saw his uncle who he had come here to see in the first place. Keeping his words and thoughts to himself, he wondered if perhaps Algere had known he was here all along. He listened patiently as Hale introduced himself to Algere after expressing his weary mind and covering his face. "I'd introduce myself as well, but we've already been acquainted." Chill spoke, but whether he meant the words for Hale or Algere was anyone's guess. His own forlorn expression wavered and he eyed curiously at Hale as he stumbled through conversation, obviously in a state of emotional and mental unrest. "It's alright. It seems fate has brought us together, three weary hearts on this cold day." Chill moved to sit beside Hale, and gestured for Algere to do the same. "I do not know why you both are here, but who are we to argue with circumstance?"He had lied about not knowing why Algere had come, but that was information he would keep to himself if he could. Raking his fingers calmly through the snow underfoot, he looked back to the two. Should he share what was on his mind? Maybe it was too early for that, or maybe he should try to coax the others into doing so first. Chill thought that for once though, he should probably share his feelings instead of bottling them up. What was the worst that could happen. "So Hale," He asked, withdrawing a small flask from his pocket filled with some fine wine and handing it to the oversized ball of stress. "What has you in such disarray? I know you said you're tired, and that it's many things. But why don't you share something? Perhaps it may ease your mind."
KP: 3/3 -Lord Algere -> Hale |
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Lord Algere
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PL: 16,000
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Post by Lord Algere on Mar 6, 2019 7:57:15 GMT -6
Hale was his name then. A simple name, but not a bad one at all. Algere simply nodded and moved away slightly to allow Hale his space. Chill sat down in the snow beside Hale, so Algere opted to do the same even before Chill’s prompting. His nephew seemed to think that this meeting was fate. Perhaps Algere would be inclined to agree with that had he believe in such things as fate and destiny. Hale’s brief examination of him at his name hadn’t gone unnoticed. It was strange. It was as if his name had rung a bell in Hale’s mind.
“Share something, hm? If it helps than I shall go first.”
Algere gestured toward the large boulder that served as his wife’s tombstone.
“That is where my dearly departed wife lay in her eternal rest. I thought myself alone, so I had come to pay respects. It was rather embarrassing for myself as well to find out that I was not as alone as I thought I was.”
Algere glanced sidelong at Chill very briefly. He did not believe that Chill was here by sheer happenstance. He had been following Algere. For what reason, Algere knew not, but he turned his attention back to Hale for the moment. There was something that was familiar about him. Resembled someone because from a glance Algere could tell that he was far too young for him to have met before. No… ah! That was it! Hale resembled his half-brother Alba quite eerily.
“Hm… Hale, I don’t mean to pry, but does the name Alba Wintergreen mean anything to you?”
Algere recalled faintly of Alba confiding in him a secret affair. At the time, he had judged his half-brother for diluting the bloodline. He smiled wryly. He was one to talk given his own choice of wife. Ah, well. Ancient history. Seeing as Hale’s resemblance was so strong to Alba, he supposed that he had ought to ask.
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Post by Hale on Mar 7, 2019 0:11:09 GMT -6
"Fate is an asshole", Hale muttered just loud enough to hear. "But I guess now and then it isn't so bad.", waving off the flask and fully standing up to stretch, looking up into the large gap in the trees he had made without thinking about it, blinking as the snow fell onto his face. He turned a bit at what Algere had motioned towards with a somber look, not sure how to respond in any case. He could punch, throw, scream, blast, and break but emotions were not his strong suit. "I'm...sorry." He felt as if he should say something more than that, but he really didn't know what would be appropriate. "I didn't even know you were here if that makes you feel any better.", giving a quick sigh. "Wouldn't have been screaming like I was had I known you were there. Now I feel bad. I probably disturbed a pretty personal moment there. "
Facepalming at himself and shaking his head with his hand covering his face again. He dropped his arm and looked back to Chill for a moment ready to open up at least a bit, but was pulled immediately back to Algere with a slightly tilted head then off in no particular direction as he looked deep in thought. "I'm not really sure how to answer that question if I can be blunt. Why do you ask?" He wasn't sure what to say or what he should say quite frankly. The name wasn't one he could go on reciting facts about, but he knew enough to recognize the name and know he was told not to go around spouting it aloud back when he was younger. It seemed like a really strange question and a strange name to bring up given how long ago said person had died and as far as Hale knew, which was very little, there was no chance this Algere could have known him.
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Post by Lord Chill on Mar 8, 2019 9:17:07 GMT -6
PL: 72,000 Exactly as he had observed and thought, Algere affirmed - in an effort, like Chill, to get Hale to open up - that he had been here to grieve his dead wife. Hale seemed distressed, and apologized for his screaming. "Don't apologize. No sense in wallowing over something so small; Algere surely holds no discontent untoward you." Chill saw that Hale might have opened up for a moment, but just face palmed and rested like that for a moment. Hale had not noticed, or simply chosen not to react to Chill holding out the flask toward him, and so Chill simply took a swig himself and held it comfortably against his chest with one hand. Then, Algere posed a question that caused Chill to raise an eyebrow. He did not comment on the exchange aloud, but within the workings of his mind a chain of deductive cogs begain to whir, digging through his memories and firing to make connections as quickly as possible. Alba Wintergreen was Chill's grandfather. So why would Algere ask Hale if the name meant anything? Alba had been dead for three-hundred or so years, give or take. Hale was at least six generations his junior, and had not been born at all whilst he was alive. Furrowing his brow now instead of raising it, Chill took another swig from the flask and stroked at his chin as he awaited Algere furthering the conversation so he may soon get some answers to these new questions.
KP: 3/3 -Lord Algere -> Hale |
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Lord Algere
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PL: 16,000
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Post by Lord Algere on Mar 13, 2019 20:42:56 GMT -6
Algere took in Hale’s apology with a simple nod. There was no way that the younger Arcosian could have known that he was here. A wriggling sense of paranoia in the back of his mind cautioned otherwise, but he blocked it out with a practiced hand. He nodded in agreement to Chill’s statement reassurance, but it seemed like there was no getting Hale to open up. Well, not that he had particularly expected it to be easy. Their species had a particular tendency to keep things private for the sake of pride. He had been guilty of it himself many times over the centuries.
It seemed as though his question had stirred a memory within Hale as well with just that moment’s hesitation. Chill raised an eyebrow, and Algere could almost hear the cogs in his nephew’s head beginning to spin rapidly. He actually managed something of a genuine smile if sly at his nephew. Oh-ho. Alba had kept that secret to his death then. Well, Arcosians and their pride he supposed.
“He was my brother, well, half-brother I suppose, and you share a remarkable resemblance to him. Suffice to say, he had a… dalliance. I was curious if it bore fruit, but if the name means nothing to you…”
Algere let that sentence hang to see what Hale’s reaction might be. He was also a tad curious as to what his nephew would think of his departed grandfather. Seeing how these two would react would distract him from his own grief. His facade was finally mostly repaired. He could at least be composed in the face of his juniors. He still had a bit of that Arcosian pride that prevented him from opening up entirely himself.
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Post by Hale on Mar 13, 2019 23:15:29 GMT -6
Hale's eyes narrowed as he looked between the two Arcosians, not sure what all the looks and grins were about, making him at least a touch nervous to be honest. It was still a bit strange and an equal amount suspect that these two were out here by sheer coincidence given he knew enough to know they were both directors of the World Trade Fleet, but neither seemed to come right out and give any of their information up front, though he was far from one to talk. "Hm", was the short and sweet response Hale gave when Algere started talking once more, somewhere in between doubt and confusion.
There was no doubt this Algere was older than himself or Chill, but there was no way he was any relation that close to Alba or he would be older than Hale cared to think back on. The problem was some of what Algere said at least wasn't so far off it was impossible to agree with, given they did have similarities aesthetically which Hale already knew, but he also knew at least to certain degrees that he was related to Alba so it wasn't as if this was some miraculous discovery. "I gotta say, that's hard to believe.", crossing his arms with his eyes still narrowed, but now just staring at Algere. "I get that you look a bit older than me, but do you realize how long ago Alba died?" He was inadvertently slipping into spilling the information, but at this point if he was telling the truth what was he really hiding from him anyways at this point. "Yeah, the name means something to me. It's a name of someone about six generations removed from the person you are standing in front of. It's a name I was told growing up not to say too loudly. So I'll say it again; it's hard to believe you are a brother to him, half or whatever variation."
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