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The Abyss Beckons [Kon] Empty Sat Sep 28, 2024 7:55 pm

Rhea
Rhea


The chill of the deep sea surrounded Rhea as she made her way through the dimly lit corridors of Hellsea Bastille. The pressure of the ocean above seemed to weigh down on everything. Walls, ceilings, even the air itself felt thick, almost suffocating. Yet, Rhea strode forward, undeterred. She had already spent several days in this submerged prison, her mind still buzzing from her recent encounter with Erebus. She had grown familiar with the place, its inhabitants, and the eerie silence that would occasionally be broken by the muffled roars of the beasts that prowled the waters outside. Gigantic sea creatures, their silhouettes barely visible through the reinforced windows, loomed and passed by, ever-watchful guardians of this fortress.

The prison itself was a massive, towering structure plunging deep into the seabed, with each level sinking further into the abyss. Rhea moved through the upper levels now, where the prisoners were slightly less dangerous, petty criminals compared to the monsters below. Still, the clanging of chains echoed all around her, along with the sharp, rasping voices of the prisoners. Some of them hurled curses her way, others pleaded for freedom or simply tried to catch her attention.

"Hey, Sergeant!" one of them barked. "You too good to talk to us now?"

Another inmate banged on the iron bars of his cell, rattling the metal so hard it reverberated like a drumbeat. "Rune Knight! What’re you here for, huh? Trying to prove something?"

The Stellan kept her eyes forward, her expression stone-cold. She didn’t so much as flinch at their attempts to rile her up. Once, she might have spat back, letting her temper get the better of her, but now there was no room for such distractions. Rage, yes. But a cold, calculated rage that simmered just beneath the surface. Her thoughts were consumed by the weight of her father’s legacy, by the trail of blood and betrayal that had shaped her existence. Vengeance was her only focus now.

Each step she took was heavy with purpose, the black boots she wore echoing through the corridor. Rune Knights stationed at various points along the walls acknowledged her with stiff nods as she passed by, but none dared engage her in conversation. There was something about her lately that kept even her own comrades at bay, a hardened edge that had only sharpened in the days since she'd been stationed here.

She descended deeper into the belly of the prison, her senses sharp. The faintest scent of saltwater clung to the air, mixed with rust and mold from the corroding metal that lined the halls. The further down she went, the darker the levels became, and the more dangerous the criminals. Some of the cells she passed were in complete shadow, hiding the horrors inside. Others housed notorious mages, who watched her with predatory eyes, smirking as she passed. But the closer she got to the heart of Hellsea Bastille, the fewer sounds there were. The deeper she descended, the more silence swallowed her.

Still, the question lingered in her mind: Why had she been requested here? She had yet to meet the high-ranking official who had summoned her, and the rumors had already begun swirling among the Rune Knights stationed at the prison. Was she being punished for her connection to Erebus? Had the Magic Council discovered her doubts about her role as a Rune Knight? Or had they finally realized that they needed her—that she could be more than just a soldier following orders?

As she approached the final door, which led to the office of the official, her pulse quickened. It wasn’t fear, it was anticipation. She wanted answers. Whether she was being reprimanded or recruited for something different, it didn’t matter. Her path was already set. Vengeance drove her, clouded her sense of right and wrong, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered now was that she kept moving forward.

The door loomed ahead, a heavy iron slab with no windows, no sign of what was on the other side. With a steady breath, Rhea reached for the handle, her grip firm, her heart cold. Whatever waited for her in that office, she would face it head-on, as she always had. There was no turning back.

*Knock, Knock, Knock*




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#2Kon 

The Abyss Beckons [Kon] Empty Mon Sep 30, 2024 3:37 am

Kon

It had been a bitter and constant reminder of his falling in position within the prestigious and renowned organisation, ever since he had returned from his disastrous envoy mission in Sin, there was a distinct difference in how he was treated both within the Rune Knights and by society. Doors that were once open wide to the Machia now remained shut, rumours had it that a former recruit of his, Saturn had since taken over his role. While he held no hard feelings towards the man himself, the idea of his demotion had left him feeling more bitter at the body who saw themselves as the law of the land. The organization needed a pawn to replace Kon and he was merely the next best fit for the Magic Council. And so despite his brewing resentment towards the Rune Knights why was he inside one of their installations, the Hellsea Bastille? A simple question with a simple answer, he needed to amass power for an inarguably treasonous plan and where was better suited to find individuals who despised the Rune Knights other than a prison full of criminals and their guards who had long been ignored by the high-ranking officials who ignored the requests of the wardens more often than not.

His very presence was an admitted surprise to the jailers who had given him a mixed reception so far, with news of his demotion stretching surprisingly as far as these dank halls beneath the water. So far he had been given any and all form of accommodation that he had requested with the men going above and beyond expectations, it was amusing when he had to refuse the offerings of the kitchen hand after learning of his mechanical affliction rendering eating to a past time and social formality rather than a requirement to survive. It was all too common that he had to force himself to eat something for the sake of avoiding a social faux pas. Fortunately, the jailers were happy to eat whatever had been made for Kon that he wouldn’t have otherwise eaten. But he was not here for pleasantries or to sample the culinary skills of the prison cooks but instead set in motion a plan that would tarnish his reputation with the Rune Knights forever.

He had already processed a large number of suitable candidates from the ranks of the prisoners, he had since begun reviewing any members of the Rune Knights that might be swayed to his cause. Some were former guild members who he’d need to contact directly, while others were unknown to Kon though he sought to prey on their weaknesses and distrust of the Rune Knights at large to bend and corrupt them to his will. A few names stood out to the Machia in the litter of profiles that were splayed across the desk he had been given, one of which was a Stellan recruit, a peculiar place to seek manpower. He had never thought of Stella being a country fond of the Rune Knights especially given their absence in the Bosco invasion many years ago.

Curious as to what type of person they were and learning that they were in the area, Kon organized a formal summons and began to research more about them in the interim. Suspicions of their questionable loyalty were highlighted repeatedly in past reports largely owing to their nationality and brief relations with enemies of the Rune Knights. Nothing more besides racial profiling, yet he would use that to drive a wedge between them and the organization he helped revise to what it was now. Keeping an eye on the radar affixed to his forearm, a noticeable dot drew close before stopping at the door before him. With a knock on the door all confirming their identity, Kon hastily compiled his documents before throwing them into his very own pocket dimension. Wasting no time in their introduction, Kon opened the door with the flick of merely two of his fingers before barking out to whomever was waiting. “Enter.”

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The Abyss Beckons [Kon] Empty Mon Sep 30, 2024 12:52 pm

Rhea
Rhea


The door flew open, and Rhea stepped through with a measured stride, her boots hitting the cold stone floor of the office with a deliberate cadence. The room was darker than expected, dimly lit by a single, hanging lantern that cast long shadows across the stone walls. The scent of metal and brine filled the air, a subtle reminder of the crushing ocean that surrounded them while the hum of distant machinery resonated through the walls of Hellsea Bastille.

Rhea’s expression remained neutral, but her mind raced. There had been far too much weighing on her conscience lately, from her discovery of her father’s rebellion, and the sickness she had developed, down to her simmering anger at the Rune Knights for their complacency. Each step into the room felt heavier than the last, her inner turmoil roiling just beneath her cold exterior. And then, she saw him. Her heart stopped for a brief moment.

Konstantin Sokolov.

Her eyes widened in recognition, though she quickly schooled her expression. The former General. The man whose name echoed through the ranks of the Rune Knights like a legend, but also like a cautionary tale. His form, as imposing as she had heard, loomed before her—a mixture of chrome and flesh, more machine than man. His presence was undeniable, casting an aura of quiet authority, though tarnished by the whispers of corruption that followed him.

"You called for me, Colonel Sokolov?" Rhea asked, her voice even, but laced with a sharpness that could cut. She moved closer, her gaze unwavering as she stopped a few feet from his desk. Her Stellan accent, more pronounced in the confines of the quiet room, curled around her words like a soft, but deliberate challenge.

As the Storm Weaver waited for the fallen general to respond, she couldn't help but study him. The gleam of polished metal reflected the dim light, his mechanical limbs a testament to the power and ruthlessness that had once defined him. He had been at the heart of the Rune Knights’ reform - some praised him for it, while others couldn’t forget the cost of his decisions. The corruption, the bloodshed. His demotion was a mystery to many, but here he was in this suffocating underwater prison.

Rhea’s thoughts flickered like lightning. Why here? Why would a man of his stature be stationed in a place like Hellsea? Was this punishment? Or something else entirely? Rhea had never been one to trust too easily, especially not after everything she had endured. But she also wasn’t blind to the fact that being summoned by a figure like Konstantin was no ordinary call.

The office itself mirrored his cold, mechanical presence. The walls were bare, save for a single emblem of the Rune Knights hanging like an afterthought, dulled and weathered from years of neglect. It didn’t feel like a place of power - it felt more like a tomb, a relic of something that had once been grand but was now forgotten. Rhea straightened her posture, her eyes narrowing slightly as she met his gaze. Whatever game the colonel was playing....

"I’m curious," she continued, her voice lowering with a hint of suspicion. "Why would someone like you want to see someone like me? Last I checked, I wasn’t important enough to draw the attention of a former General." Her words were edged with a daring challenge, though measured. She would not tolerate disrespect, but she also wasn’t foolish enough to provoke him recklessly.




#4Kon 

The Abyss Beckons [Kon] Empty Sat Oct 05, 2024 9:35 pm

Kon

With a scowl drawn upon his face, Kon looked upon the bronze spectre who entered his cramped and lifeless room. His emotions remained entirely unreadable whilst the other spirits inside his body judged the Stellan in appearance and their resolve in approach and remarks. Miharu marvelled at their unusual beauty owing to her lack of experience with other cultures intrigued by her complexion and alien attire. Hirota was far more judgemental of Rhea’s remarks, reflecting Kon’s demotion for better or worse, which heightened his sense of belittlement within the organisation. It was true that he was there in his own volition, however, the Bastille seemed to bring the worst out of him any time he entered the facility. Rising from a harsh metal chair, Kon stayed his tongue approaching Rhea with a curious gaze as if peering into their very soul, a feat hampered by the loss of the Millenium Eye yet one that revealed many of the hidden characteristics of the Rune Knight before them. It was many minutes before he finally recognized the woman after making several rotations around them. “Serviceable.” He remarked, merely addressing their evaluation of Rhea rather than the purpose of the summons.

Returning to his chair, speaking reflectively without Rhea in eye shoot, Kon revealed in part the purpose of their calling. “Stella is a country whose people have suffered terribly for countless years from pillagers to the north and east while the west sought to conquer your lands as the south did nothing to support you, this absence was reflected in kind by the Rune Knight’s failures to assist the country in its time of need, and yet here you are a woman of those lands serving an organisation never asked the call for help.” Rhea might have probed Kon for a response, but he was all too well aware of the hardship that her people had faced for generations, whether it was the Icebergian and Pergrandian raiders or Bosco seeking to control their lands for their own. “I must admit I am curious as to why you would choose to support them and not see them as bitter foes to defeat?”

Pausing for all but a moment to allow for his words to sink in, he reclined in his chair highlighting the difference in power between the two of them based on his willingness to put himself in such a vulnerable position as he so freely belittle her people. Not to insult Rhea directly but instead to drive a response and prime them for a dangerous offer. An offer that put both of them in great danger, an increasing reality as Kon continued to draw from the Rune Knight’s numbers anyone of them could betray them to garner favour from the Magic Council and yet he always had a sense of who would be eager to fight against them. The assumed history of Rhea was all he needed to drive a wedge between the Major and their organization. “This negligent was something I would never have allowed for when I was general, a reality that is no longer possible with my demotion but that does not need to be the case, plans are in motion and I believe that you might be someone who would be interested in being a part of things to come.”

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The Abyss Beckons [Kon] Empty Sat Oct 05, 2024 10:33 pm

Rhea
Rhea


Rhea stood still as Kon circled her, his presence imposing, but not enough to intimidate. She kept her expression neutral, the weight of his stare barely registering to her as anything more than a provocation. His remark referring to her as “serviceable” echoed in her mind, a thinly veiled judgment, as if she were an object, evaluated for utility and not worth. A flicker of irritation crossed her, but she kept it buried deep, opting to remain composed. Her gray eyes followed his movements, taking note, the way his mechanical parts moved with precision, the cold detachment in his gaze. Rhea could feel him assessing her, testing the limits of her patience and resolve.

When he finally spoke of Stella, the slightest of smiles tugged at her lips, but it was far from a kind one. The Major let him finish before offering her own correction.

"With all due respect, Colonel," her voice laced with the grace of her Stellan accent, calm yet unyielding, "the Rune Knights may not have formally answered the call to arms, but Fiore’s hands are far from clean. Some of your nation’s most revered heroes aided in that war, and many of them were Rune Knights—your own, standing beside Brunhilde, a zealot who bathed my homeland in blood and destruction."

Her eyes narrowed, just for a moment, but her expression softened again quickly, pulling back the storm that swirled beneath. "Perhaps they were not officially deployed, but many of them sought to defeat the resistance. We mustn't forget that."

There was no tremor in her voice as she spoke. She wasn’t foolish enough to be led into believing the Rune Knights had simply overlooked Stella. No, they had played their part, albeit discreetly. Her words hung in the air like a blade drawn, poised but not yet striking. She wanted Kon to know that she wasn’t a naive patriot blindly loyal to a corrupt organization.

"And as for my service to the Rune Knights…" She paused, her silver eyes gleaming under the dim light of the office, calculating whether she should speak her next words. "I harbor no love for Fiore or the Knights. I joined for the immunity, the resources, and of course, the jewels. I had no illusions of loyalty. This… organization has never served me, Colonel, nor my people."

There was a dangerous glint in her eyes now, her words like frost settling on cold steel. What The Stellan said could easily have her stripped of her rank, maybe even worse, but the thought did not faze her. Rhea was nearing the end of her time with the Rune Knights anyway, having already begun the process of emotionally and mentally detaching from the institution. Whatever punishments Kon could dish out no longer held any sway over her decisions. The silence that followed felt heavy. She let him absorb her words, and then, after a breath, she pressed on, probing deeper into his intentions.

"I see now why you’ve called for me." Her voice lowered, as if weaving her words with subtlety, careful not to step too directly into accusation. "I can’t help but wonder if these plans… involve leading something new? A different organization, perhaps, one that aligns with your own vision now that your title has been taken?"

She tilted her head, her tone curious but cautious, though her mind was far sharper than her words let on. "Or… perhaps this is something more personal. A reclamation of what you feel was unjustly taken from you? A petition to the council, perhaps?"

She let her question linger, unspoken accusation simmering just beneath the surface, careful not to overplay her hand. She wasn’t entirely certain, but his hints were enough to spark the notion that he wasn’t merely planning to sit idly in demotion. His allusions to Stella’s suffering and the role of Fiore in her people’s oppression seemed to be more than a casual conversation topic.

Was this about vengeance? A new power play? The allure of it all intrigued her, but she wanted more clarity before she fully invested. With Fiorian politicians and soldiers, one could never be too sure, and Rhea was not one to leap into the unknown without first studying the shadows.




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The Abyss Beckons [Kon] Empty Sat Oct 05, 2024 11:36 pm

Kon

Splaying his hands behind his head, positioning himself in an ever-increasingly position of comfort and vulnerability, Rhea betrayed their resentment towards Fiore and by extension, the Illumin faith through the mention of Brunhilde someone who Kon assumed would have been excommunicated by the faith. Curiously, they had referred to the country as though he were Fiorian, an amusing assumption given his Bosco upbringing. “I must concede, I am not Fiorian, Rhea but rather natively Bosco however I have not called that authoritarian country home for well over a decade, my body resembles more closely that of Talaz lagaar, I bleed neither Fiorian nor Bosco, I’ve spent years exploring the world, whether it’s Joya, Desierto, and more recently Sin.” Nonetheless, he did need to concede that the Rune Knights were not some beacon of peacekeeping. “I apologize in any case if I have spoken out of turn, Rhea, I am merely curious as to your affiliation, perhaps you are like me, one who does not call any nation home.”

Hints of her questioning were revealed in part by recognizing the deployment of Fiorians and even Rune Knights to fight against the Stellan resistance. A bitterness in her words was unmistakable, and something he could sympathise with all too frequently people had answered the call to war without properly thinking about the long-term outcomes of the damage they dealt to whom they had fought. “I empathise with you in that regard, I have fought on both sides in the past and seen the damage that has been done by a group.” Shifting in his seat, Kon brought forth a series of documents from a drawer of his table while Rhea revealed her reasons for joining the Rune Knights. These reasons were ones that he understood and largely agreed with if he were in their position when Kon first joined, which was the protection he sought from his own family over a decade ago before he could fight his fights.

Putting two and two together, Rhea came to her analysis of just why he had brought them here, an invitation to create something new, but would they be willing to go the full mile just as Kon was preparing for? Revealing part of his hand. “You are correct in part, Rhea, I do intend to establish something new, I have grown resentful of the heavy hand that the Magic Council has had over the years on the Rune Knights even after every effort to separate their control from the organization.” Opening the documents before him, Kon continued as he scanned through the papers. “Over the next coming days, weeks, months, steps are being made to establish a group, a guild and an organization, this was brought through the corruption I saw something I looked past as the General but is now unavoidable.”

Recognizing the danger that he was putting himself in, Kon flicked his fingers once more towards Rhea sending a powerful burst of wind, slamming the door shut, locking it in the process before rotating a chosen group of files for Rhea to examine before reducing the others to ash with his fingertips generating sparks and flames in the process. “Contained within these files are details related to some of those who aided against the Stellans with reports on what they did to your people, I give them to you as a gift of my willingness to assist you in your cause for vengeance, I’d be happy to assist you in removing that scourge and reveal the other remnants all you must do for me is swear what we have discussed will never be spoken of again.”

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The Abyss Beckons [Kon] Empty Yesterday at 12:47 pm

Rhea
Rhea


Rhea’s composure, though outwardly calm, masked the tempestuous fury stirring within her. The revelation that Kon hailed from Bosco...Bosco of all places, sent a jolt of anger through her. For a split moment, she envisioned unleashing a storm upon him, tearing through his poised demeanor with the same ferocity that once ravaged her homeland. Yet, her restraint, honed by battle and self-discipline, kept the tempest at bay. She steadied herself, observing him with a gaze as sharp as the blade she carried.

The irony clawed at her. A man from Bosco, the very land that sought to conquer Stella, sat before her as a superior officer. But Kon, ever unpredictable, apologized. The tension in the room shifted subtly when he not only admitted his error but disowned any allegiance to Bosco, denouncing the nation that had once been his home. His words tempered the storm within her, though she remained cautious, unwilling to fully accept his sincerity just yet. But, the Major had known Boscosi who loathed their own kind, rebels in their hearts, much like she had known Stellans willing to betray their own.

Sorceress's eyes followed the Machine man's every movement as he produced documents from the drawer, her mind racing ahead of him, trying to anticipate the next revelation. She listened intently, still quiet, as he spoke of creating something new, of breaking away from the oppressive grip of the Magic Council, of plans set in motion. Her interest deepened, but she revealed none of it. Not yet.

Then the door locked with a forceful gust of wind. The subtle shift in atmosphere wasn’t lost on her; the weight of the room pressed down as Kon, with a flick of his fingers, revealed the contents of the files, burning away the ones that he believed didn't matter. Rhea’s breath caught slightly when she understood what was before her. Information. Critical, damning information. Evidence of the atrocities committed against her people and who had committed them. And he, the former General, was offering it to her, along with something far more valuable...his assistance.

For a long moment, silence filled the space between them. Rhea’s thoughts raced, assessing every angle of this offer. It could be a trap, a cunning setup to test her loyalty or catch her in an act of treason. But the risk… the risk was one she was willing to take. Trust was a delicate thing, fragile in its infant stages, and though Kon had given her this olive branch he would need to earn her trust fully, just as she would have to earn his. Leverage could only carry one so far before the stakes grew too high.

With deliberate grace, Rhea extended her hand, calling upon her magic. The wind responded to her command, lifting the documents off the table and guiding them to her fingertips. As she began to flip through the pages, her silver eyes skimmed the lines and absorbed the weight of what was written. When she finally spoke, her voice was steady, but it carried an undercurrent of intensity, a quiet strength woven into each word.

"Alright. You have my word, Colonel," The Stellan said as her tone held both a formality and a subtle challenge. She acknowledged the gravity of the promise while hinting at the fact that her word was not given lightly. Her gaze remained on the papers for a moment longer before returning to him as sharp as ever. "Seeing as you have presented me with...course changing information, you must be eager for whatever it is you want."

"But, there are great risks that come with opposing not just the Rune Knights, but the Magic Council. If I am to be a part of whatever it is you're building, and whatever it is you're planning…" she trailed off, her voice lowering, almost conspiratorial now, "I will need more details."

Her eyes, piercing and unwavering, locked onto his. The weight of her next words hung in the air, laden with purpose. "What role do you expect me to play, and who else have you recruited?"

Rhea’s calm facade was deceptive. She was no fool. She knew full well the danger she was stepping into, but she also knew that vengeance came at a price. If Kon had the tools to help her achieve what she desired; vengeance for Stella, for her people, then she would pay whatever price was necessary. But she would not walk blindly into this. If he wanted the Sorceress to trust him, she would press for answers, demand clarity. Only then could she decide the full extent of her involvement.




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