[ sometime after the exorcism or whatever the fuck that was, kanesan will be heading to the kitchen for some tea. sometimes a guy's gotta relax, you know? he will offer a smile when he finds edelgard there, already nursing a cup of her own. ]
You mean about the sex demons? How troublesome. But as long as those four aren't more forthcoming with other options, we have no choice, do we?
[It doesn't really sound like she minds. She's an emperor and she's been pretty limited until this point in her ability to fool around - especially with certain protective retainers watching her. But if she has to...]
[ it's hard to trust polly when she's the one who killed just to meet some sex demons, but. he's confirming for himself, since the others didn't contradict her. ]
I suppose we don't have another choice if we want to survive... But it's frustrating to be left here with nothing else to do, though, knowing those demons are here with us. It would be easier if they would come out, so we could cut them down and be done with it.
I think it's better to believe them than to risk it. I can't say I'm comfortable entirely trusting four people who returned from the dead, but it can't hurt us to rely on them for now.
I agree with you, however. I prefer the direct approach, when I can take it.
Of course. It would be worth testing, if the stakes weren’t so high, but… Of the four of them, Chuuya doesn’t strike me as the type to make it up. He sounds just as annoyed as anyone else is about the situation.
But there’s not much to be done for now, is there? [ kanesan gives a dramatic sigh before taking a sip of his tea. ]
I don’t plan on breaking so easily. And you - you’ll be alright, won’t you?
[ does edelgard have someone to do the fucking coitus with or does he have to volunteer ]
[ as always, kanesan is happy to see edelgard! especially when he finds her in the garden - a nice change of pace from some of the other, more boisterous rooms on this boat and the seas and ruins they can see from the deck. he’s about to offer her a greeting, but suddenly his eyes catch on something behind her, gaze turning sharp. ]
Commander… The thing behind you. Could you hand that to me?
[ when she turns, edelgard will find a red and white sleeve badge resting on top of the flowers, as if belongs there. ]
If it has to happen, I'd rather it be with someone I choose.
[ a nod, and the moment edelgard touches the badge, she'll blink, and then -
it's raining, and the adrenaline of the battle and everything that came after are only now starting to fade, as kondo isami stands before them. the funeral clothes given to one awaiting execution are soaked through and dirtied with mud from holding his sick friend - a stark difference from the samurai clothes and blue haori that he would otherwise wear - as he turns toward their leader to wonder why he seems familiar. edelgard will feel a whirlwind of emotion as she watches in silence, a whirling mix of sadness, resignation, and concern for his commander.
then kondo kneels on the ground before nagasone to request a favor, and there's no mistaking the pose he takes.
"Please take my life."
all she can do is take a step back as the words sink in, eyes carefully moving toward nagasone as she speaks with kanesan's voice, "It can't be helped... It's what's supposed to happen."
however, after drawing his sword, nagasone has to ask - why did kondo give up, despite his strength? he insists that there was no need to surrender the battle, but before he can continue, kondo interrupts.
"The reason I fought with teh Shinsengumi was to make a better future," he tells them gravely, "and for that cause, I will gladly give my life. Right from the start, I meant for Toshi to inherit my spirit." edelgard finds herself taking another half-step backward, breath caught in her throat at hearing Hijikata's nickname. "That's all - that's how the Shinsengumi fights."
and though he seems to have accepted his fate, kondo has one more question for the six of them: what will become of the shinsengumi in the future? it sends a wave of shock through the team, none of them having expected to be discovered. kondo, however, only seems pleased to confirm his suspicions, and hangs on nagasone's words.
"They'll be a ray of hope that illuminates the darkness," he says. there's another wave of emotion at that, this time of immeasurable pride and sadness. in a way, it's a lie, and they all know it. but all the same... it's hard not to believe every word, when they know the impact this man and his followers had on history. and kondo himself appears happier than any man should be while awaiting his own death, smiling through tears of joy.
he tells nagasone to do it, and so he rests his sword against kondo's neck briefly before raising it to strike -
and just like that, it's over, and kanesan takes a step back, breathing out sharply. ]
Commander... [ he bows his head to her, expression solemn. ] I'm sorry for making you see that.
I am no child. I have seen war, and I have seen death. There's no need for apologies. But I am sorry, for your loss.
[She's solemn, but not unkind. The barrier shimmers again, and they're brought to the scene of a great castle - Garreg Mach Monastery. This place is intimately familiar to you; a place full of important and fond memories. You attended school here, made lifelong friends here, mastered your training here. But now, you are leading an army to invade it.
Well - not leading. You are a young girl, of age now but only barely so. Shortly after your eighteenth birthday, you became the ruler of an empire; you have always been ready for that day, and your father surrendered the throne to you voluntarily the moment you requested it. The imperial forces you have brought to this battle follow you without question. But you and your closest companions, the ones who followed you here, obey the instructions of a young woman with pale green hair and a glowing sword. She takes down enemy warriors, and instructs the others in combat - directing Ferdinand and Caspar, sending Bernadetta to snipe at the knights, commanding Hubert to the flank, and telling you to stay put, keep a defensive position. All of you listen without question.
Your beloved teacher, Byleth. She came to you, barely older than you are, and surpassed you as a tactician immediately, saved your life on more than one occasion, and taught you well. You trusted her enough to share your secrets with her. Since the first time you saw her, you wanted to be beside her. But you had already chosen a path that you had been certain would take you from her, make her your enemy. Hubert warned you, again and again, not to become attached, but you couldn't help it. You buried your feelings as best you could, but never very well.
You still cannot believe she followed you here. Believed in you. Agreed to take up arms against the Church, her home, because she would not harmed you. She is a bright beacon in what you expected would be a dark and lonely journey. There is no time to confess the feelings you have for her, not with so much to do, but they are a source of comfort and happiness all the same.
With knights and warriors defending the castle defeated, the battle already won, you close in on your enemy. Rhea, the archbishop, leader of the Church of Seiros, stands alone, without guards but formidable in her own right. She has a gentle appearance, but you know the terrible truth of what she is, all that she is responsible for, and you do not let your guard down. You might win the battle to take Garreg Mach, but you will still fail if you cannot stop her.
As you approach, her eyes narrow at you, her hatred obvious.
"No matter your reasons, I cannot permit you to go on living any longer!"
You wield your axe, your strength and the heat of battle keeping you from noticing its weight.
"The feeling is mutual. I must put a stop to your reign of tyranny!"
You charge at her and swing. Your blade slams into her body, but the holy magic she wields protects her from falling there, restores some of her strength to her.
"You must know what a fool you are. The greatest of sins is to make an enemy of the goddess herself!"
Her words don't reach you. You know her goddess is as false as the threats she makes. She tries to cut you down with her magic, but your strength protects you; you don't feel the pain.
"I have only made an enemy of the church, not of the faith."
As you speak, out of the corner of your eye you see your teacher approach, the Sword of the Creator glowing bright with flame in her hands. It is this sight that truly seems to awaken Rhea's wrath. It feels right to you, that the powerful relic sword Rhea gifted to your teacher is wielded for your cause instead. That a woman carrying the goddess herself inside her body stands here in defiance.
"You...how dare you betray me." She spits the words at Byleth. "You worthless piece of garbage! I will punish you myself! I will not allow Garreg Mach or my mother to fall!"
Rhea strikes, but Byleth is faster. She brings down a blow on Rhea that would be the end of any ordinary human being. Rhea screams, though whether in pain or in fury, you do not know. And then, before your eyes, she transforms into a beast - a massive white dragon, as tall as the walls of the monastery. Her power is enough, in one instant, to reduce the monastery to rubble, her screams of "You will not be forgiven!" echoing in the night.
You call out to your teacher, suddenly frightened, as you attempt to find cover while the castle crumbles around you. You know that blow was meant to destroy her, to punish her for her betrayal. But in all of the commotion, you cannot see where she went. You cry out again - "Professor! Take cover! Professor!" - and hear other voices joining yours, but you cannot see or hear your teacher among them.
In the weeks that follow, as you and your companions comb through the rubble, rebuilding the monastery as a fortress for the empire, clearing the field of the wounded and the dead, all of you search for any sign of her. Somehow, you refuse to believe she really could have died there. But you never find a trace.]
[ as the vision fades, kanesan closes his eyes to take a steadying breath. the human heart often feels more emotion than he is prepared to handle, especially when it comes to a loss such as this.
when he opens his eyes, he’ll offer edelgard a small, saddened smile. ]
So I see. You have my condolences as well, for your own loss. She must have been a truly skilled commander, to have your trust and respect.
She was. I have never allowed any other man or woman to command me. But she had such skill.
[She sighs, sadness in her voice, though the grief isn't fresh.]
There's a part of me that still feels like she may simply turn up again one day. It was hard to believe she'd really died. But it has been nearly five years now.
It does seem impossible to overcome someone like that, doesn’t it? I often felt the same about my former master - even when I knew he’d fallen in battle without me at his side, it felt like he would come home at any time.
As long as they are in our memories, their legacy still lives. I’ll always be proud for having been his sword. It sounds like it’s the same for you, commander.
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namelessfighter) wrote2019-10-13 08:22 pm
week 0, sunday
I see we had the same idea.
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[Gesturing to the chair at her table.]
Please, have a seat. Join me.
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Tell me, commander - what do you think of what they told us today, before the ritual?
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[It doesn't really sound like she minds. She's an emperor and she's been pretty limited until this point in her ability to fool around - especially with certain protective retainers watching her. But if she has to...]
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[ it's hard to trust polly when she's the one who killed just to meet some sex demons, but. he's confirming for himself, since the others didn't contradict her. ]
I suppose we don't have another choice if we want to survive... But it's frustrating to be left here with nothing else to do, though, knowing those demons are here with us. It would be easier if they would come out, so we could cut them down and be done with it.
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I agree with you, however. I prefer the direct approach, when I can take it.
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Of course. It would be worth testing, if the stakes weren’t so high, but… Of the four of them, Chuuya doesn’t strike me as the type to make it up. He sounds just as annoyed as anyone else is about the situation.
But there’s not much to be done for now, is there? [ kanesan gives a dramatic sigh before taking a sip of his tea. ]
I don’t plan on breaking so easily. And you - you’ll be alright, won’t you?
[ does edelgard have someone to do the fucking coitus with or does he have to volunteer ]
week 3, wednesday
Commander… The thing behind you. Could you hand that to me?
[ when she turns, edelgard will find a red and white sleeve badge resting on top of the flowers, as if belongs there. ]
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[She knows by now to distrust these objects. But she feels the compulsion, too, so she reaches out for it.]
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[ a nod, and the moment edelgard touches the badge, she'll blink, and then -
it's raining, and the adrenaline of the battle and everything that came after are only now starting to fade, as kondo isami stands before them. the funeral clothes given to one awaiting execution are soaked through and dirtied with mud from holding his sick friend - a stark difference from the samurai clothes and blue haori that he would otherwise wear - as he turns toward their leader to wonder why he seems familiar. edelgard will feel a whirlwind of emotion as she watches in silence, a whirling mix of sadness, resignation, and concern for his commander.
then kondo kneels on the ground before nagasone to request a favor, and there's no mistaking the pose he takes.
"Please take my life."
all she can do is take a step back as the words sink in, eyes carefully moving toward nagasone as she speaks with kanesan's voice, "It can't be helped... It's what's supposed to happen."
however, after drawing his sword, nagasone has to ask - why did kondo give up, despite his strength? he insists that there was no need to surrender the battle, but before he can continue, kondo interrupts.
"The reason I fought with teh Shinsengumi was to make a better future," he tells them gravely, "and for that cause, I will gladly give my life. Right from the start, I meant for Toshi to inherit my spirit." edelgard finds herself taking another half-step backward, breath caught in her throat at hearing Hijikata's nickname. "That's all - that's how the Shinsengumi fights."
and though he seems to have accepted his fate, kondo has one more question for the six of them: what will become of the shinsengumi in the future? it sends a wave of shock through the team, none of them having expected to be discovered. kondo, however, only seems pleased to confirm his suspicions, and hangs on nagasone's words.
"They'll be a ray of hope that illuminates the darkness," he says. there's another wave of emotion at that, this time of immeasurable pride and sadness. in a way, it's a lie, and they all know it. but all the same... it's hard not to believe every word, when they know the impact this man and his followers had on history. and kondo himself appears happier than any man should be while awaiting his own death, smiling through tears of joy.
he tells nagasone to do it, and so he rests his sword against kondo's neck briefly before raising it to strike -
and just like that, it's over, and kanesan takes a step back, breathing out sharply. ]
Commander... [ he bows his head to her, expression solemn. ] I'm sorry for making you see that.
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[She's solemn, but not unkind. The barrier shimmers again, and they're brought to the scene of a great castle - Garreg Mach Monastery. This place is intimately familiar to you; a place full of important and fond memories. You attended school here, made lifelong friends here, mastered your training here. But now, you are leading an army to invade it.
Well - not leading. You are a young girl, of age now but only barely so. Shortly after your eighteenth birthday, you became the ruler of an empire; you have always been ready for that day, and your father surrendered the throne to you voluntarily the moment you requested it. The imperial forces you have brought to this battle follow you without question. But you and your closest companions, the ones who followed you here, obey the instructions of a young woman with pale green hair and a glowing sword. She takes down enemy warriors, and instructs the others in combat - directing Ferdinand and Caspar, sending Bernadetta to snipe at the knights, commanding Hubert to the flank, and telling you to stay put, keep a defensive position. All of you listen without question.
Your beloved teacher, Byleth. She came to you, barely older than you are, and surpassed you as a tactician immediately, saved your life on more than one occasion, and taught you well. You trusted her enough to share your secrets with her. Since the first time you saw her, you wanted to be beside her. But you had already chosen a path that you had been certain would take you from her, make her your enemy. Hubert warned you, again and again, not to become attached, but you couldn't help it. You buried your feelings as best you could, but never very well.
You still cannot believe she followed you here. Believed in you. Agreed to take up arms against the Church, her home, because she would not harmed you. She is a bright beacon in what you expected would be a dark and lonely journey. There is no time to confess the feelings you have for her, not with so much to do, but they are a source of comfort and happiness all the same.
With knights and warriors defending the castle defeated, the battle already won, you close in on your enemy. Rhea, the archbishop, leader of the Church of Seiros, stands alone, without guards but formidable in her own right. She has a gentle appearance, but you know the terrible truth of what she is, all that she is responsible for, and you do not let your guard down. You might win the battle to take Garreg Mach, but you will still fail if you cannot stop her.
As you approach, her eyes narrow at you, her hatred obvious.
"No matter your reasons, I cannot permit you to go on living any longer!"
You wield your axe, your strength and the heat of battle keeping you from noticing its weight.
"The feeling is mutual. I must put a stop to your reign of tyranny!"
You charge at her and swing. Your blade slams into her body, but the holy magic she wields protects her from falling there, restores some of her strength to her.
"You must know what a fool you are. The greatest of sins is to make an enemy of the goddess herself!"
Her words don't reach you. You know her goddess is as false as the threats she makes. She tries to cut you down with her magic, but your strength protects you; you don't feel the pain.
"I have only made an enemy of the church, not of the faith."
As you speak, out of the corner of your eye you see your teacher approach, the Sword of the Creator glowing bright with flame in her hands. It is this sight that truly seems to awaken Rhea's wrath. It feels right to you, that the powerful relic sword Rhea gifted to your teacher is wielded for your cause instead. That a woman carrying the goddess herself inside her body stands here in defiance.
"You...how dare you betray me." She spits the words at Byleth. "You worthless piece of garbage! I will punish you myself! I will not allow Garreg Mach or my mother to fall!"
Rhea strikes, but Byleth is faster. She brings down a blow on Rhea that would be the end of any ordinary human being. Rhea screams, though whether in pain or in fury, you do not know. And then, before your eyes, she transforms into a beast - a massive white dragon, as tall as the walls of the monastery. Her power is enough, in one instant, to reduce the monastery to rubble, her screams of "You will not be forgiven!" echoing in the night.
You call out to your teacher, suddenly frightened, as you attempt to find cover while the castle crumbles around you. You know that blow was meant to destroy her, to punish her for her betrayal. But in all of the commotion, you cannot see where she went. You cry out again - "Professor! Take cover! Professor!" - and hear other voices joining yours, but you cannot see or hear your teacher among them.
In the weeks that follow, as you and your companions comb through the rubble, rebuilding the monastery as a fortress for the empire, clearing the field of the wounded and the dead, all of you search for any sign of her. Somehow, you refuse to believe she really could have died there. But you never find a trace.]
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when he opens his eyes, he’ll offer edelgard a small, saddened smile. ]
So I see. You have my condolences as well, for your own loss. She must have been a truly skilled commander, to have your trust and respect.
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[She sighs, sadness in her voice, though the grief isn't fresh.]
There's a part of me that still feels like she may simply turn up again one day. It was hard to believe she'd really died. But it has been nearly five years now.
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As long as they are in our memories, their legacy still lives. I’ll always be proud for having been his sword. It sounds like it’s the same for you, commander.