The Calm Winds

Only Death Can Cure You Now - Liberate You, From That Wild Curiosity
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His finger traced the edge of his coffee cup whilst he watched the display before him. The oh, so playful one shot middle fingers towards the God. Rambunctious, to be sure, but awfully misplaced. Especially so, he said nothing of it. His God could handle himself, could he not? How aspiring it was, however, to see the newly appointed Declin unpart for the cause - making an excuse for the boy and putting himself on the line, Quick thinking and cunning - very courtly. When the left foot moved, the right foot comes after. In terms, another pulled out a gun and soured the sweeter logic of before. Justified, yes - that didn't save the mood. Not even if he attempted to amount it to a joke.

Resting his head in his hand, he began to wander in thought - letting all the information of the meeting run around behind his eyes with careful thought. He did this until his there was a thunderous boom, his eyes lazily pulling from thought and looking at Susano'o while he spoke. Quests already - not surprising. If they were swords, they needed to be honed to be made stronger. Thus presented, all strong swords had a name - Silius was already naming them.

"First, Long Thought and now, Monster Cutter. I will make a correlation" his tone would have only a hint of excitment - it would take thought to figure out how to tie the two.
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His mind began to roar with thought - if he were a sword with a name, what kind of power could he attain with logic? How would it define itself? He softly tapped his fingers on the table - partially listening as the young one began naming the others. His attention snapped away as the others would begin to leave; he lifted and collected himself - stretching before he began to move. Silius said something to him then - a spontaneous mention of counting on him. He quickly recovered the thought. Ah, comminicate with rich people. The sentiment was odd, but this was his Familia now. He only responded slightly.

"I suppose so." He said softly, "I am a hybrid too - they dislike how I speak down on them." he smiled a bit, "I enjoy making them uncomfortable, however. I will communicate with them."

Auryx the Long Thought exits to [ The Six Swords ]​

 

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Jinsoku Kirā

"Follow the leader~"​

Jinsoku wasn’t expecting a helping hand, though he never was given one. He was left baffled by Déclin’s response, especially with the passive aggressive actions towards him from his fellow members. Accustomed to the treatment acceptance into the familia alone would have sufficed. The pressure on his shoulder became light. What was left was the heavy hand placed on his shoulder.

Ah… So that’s what familia feels like.


Ignorance is definitely bliss. The burden of god’s will vanished; replaced by the presence of Déclin. A sudden eruption pulled Jinsoku away from the serene state – back to a dreaded reality huh? A stuttered flash of his eye lids occurred. A bit dazed and confused he found himself focused on Déclin. How strange. He didn’t know why he was suddenly drawn to this individual, but he was always one to follow his instinct.

With baby steps back into their realm the voices began to become more focused despite their usual mumble. It seems the groups of adolescents were being given names by the faithful mutt of their god. Jinsoku found it to be right to reclaim his composure, dusting his legs off and straightening his attire.

“Oh?”

His rufous orbs fixated on where the God stood proudly and prideful. The man seemed to have disappeared. Yet another thing that left Jinsoku in question, but soon brushed off with the draft left after his departure. Focusing back on the lap god he noticed he wasn’t given a name himself, which wasn’t odd seeing how they looked at him on arrival. Being ostracized was second nature to him, yet another concern Jinsoku’s ignorance brushed off. His focus was still on the man that towered over him.

“Déclin what are you going to do?”

Jinsoku took note that the other members were making exits. Silius mentioned to follow him into the Upper Quarters, though that is where he just escaped from. Playing with the thread sown into the flesh of his lower eyelid he awaited a response from his ally.

OOC

Following you wherever.

 

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Déclin Rive

"A band of warriors, all bearing the same flag- is that not what knights do? Among us rests a limitless potential. . .Let's use it."​

A short moment was held as the overwhelming pressure of Susano'o was held upon the young man known as Jinsoku, whom had brought him into harm's way from even their own god- at least he assumed as much. He was unsure if it was even allowed for the gods to attack mortals or not? This uncertainty honestly filled him with a deep-seated fear, the possibility that a god could wipe him and Jinsoku's existence from this place in a mere moment was utterly horrifying for more than one reason.

It was a welcome feeling to notice that Susano'o was leaving, seemingly having accepted the apology sent forth on behalf of Jinsoku. It was welcome, the underestimation of a focused pressure from the god was well beyond that which he had spread upon them all at once, and had left even his- assumedly physically stronger- body under a major state of fatigue. With this, he would give a small smirk, letting his hand slide off of the thinner male's shoulder and fall down back to his waist. A short sigh as he mustered the control of his legs once more- planting his left foot into the path underneath him before giving a heavy press, almost hopping up onto his feet from the kneeling position he had just been in.

He took a moment to allow the god to leave, which was shortly followed by the passionate male whom had fallen under the flag of Susano'o almost blindly- which was almost not surprising, judging from what he had thought of the male's personality just gleaning upon the surface. It was at least good to understand that he had assumed properly on the characteristics of at least one so far. With a small nod towards the title given to him, unsure of what it meant at all. The only real language he knew aside from English was minor French, just because his birthplace held a large number of French-speaking people, although most were travelers.

He had rather quickly taken notice of the skipping of Jinsoku, whom had recieved rather negative light since he had came here- even from Susano'o himself. Although it wasn't unwarranted, it was something that irked young Déclin, who planted a fist into his hip for a moment before relaxing it, the small flicker of his ears signaling that he had acknowledged what else was said by young Silius. It had been somewhat obvious he would hold off one of the 'five swords' titles from those who he deemed undeserving- passionate as he was. So as a response, he would simply tap the shoulder of young Jinsoku, who he would deem to take under his wing, a harbinger to his vanguard- and as such would come the title that he would place upon the young male. Rather unceremoniously is how he would place it upon the male, simply tapping the handle of his great club before turning to walk away towards where the rest were slowly trickling out towards, following the passionate male whom had jumped into the position of the head of their merry little band.

"Come along, Présage. We are going to shape metal."

Exit to [The Six Swords]

OOC

@Jinsoku

If you following wherever, no complaining where we end up.

 

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The Start Of A New Adventure

"Hmph.." August didn't hear any reply coming from Simon as he turned his awareness back onto Susano'o. Susano'o basically wanted them to start dungeoning right away. August already had plans to do that so he was more than willing to do what Susano'o directed. Soon enough, Silius would begin speaking as he wanted to give everyone one of us a alias to go by. "Mikazauki: Crescent Moon.." August repeated the name Silius gave him under his breathe. He looked downward in thought and slowly nodded in appreciation towards it. Not a bad name..

Before August followed the male to the Upper Quaters, he took a step back mentally and looked across the shrine towards all of them. This is my familia now huh? He scoffed thinking about this. Maybe he was being too rash on Simon, after all, Susano'o did accept him into the familia just as much he did for him. He took note to not be so hostile with him for future reference. August recollected his mind and began walking, following Silius to the Upper Quaters.

August Exits to [The Six Swords]​