Azotas

Just how cruel was this boy? He was willing to use her as a hostage to kill someone like Jade. And the colonel was going to fall into the trap because she’s one of the few things, besides a hoard of rappigs, that Peony can call family. She felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes.

Why was she so weak? She couldn’t use artes. All she was good for was sitting around looking pretty for company. Even though Peony hated that. He hated how she tore herself down. She wasn’t like other aristocrats. She didn’t have and natural talents except reading.

She heard noises from outside. One of the guards.

“Over here colonel!” He shouted out.

“Excellent, be sharp. We are dealing with a very formidable foe.” Jade cautioned loudly. What was he up to?

Lips curled in a wicked grin at the sounds outside the door. Oh, how excited he was to be the one to do the necromancer in. He almost took glee in it as he raised his hand to hover before his mask, ready to weave fonons to his command. A flick of his eyes down to the helpless princess as he laughs softly, just like the seventh.

the redhead shot the other a slightly pinched expression that softened out minutely a moment after, attention shifting back to the board game. luke knew he wasn’t made for war, for fighting; sync was using that part of his brain for this, & as far as board games went, that was all well & good, but with the concept of actual humans being sacrificed… 

a grimace passed over his lips for just a moment before a thoughtful one took its place, & luke moved to open his notepad to a new page. his pen scribbled a note, & he turned it around to show sync.

 “what if sacra sacrifices cost you victory instead?”

"Then you'd be just like The Commandant. " Sync moves his next piece before looking over the board. Sync motions with his hand, half shrugging as he talks. Really who was he of all people to talk on the moral ramifications of sacrifice? He wasn't. His own morals were as fake as he was. "That's just how things are. In war, on the battlefield, someone is going to die. You, your allies, or your enemies. It's naïve to believe that somehow you'll come out without losing someone or something."

How comical. Two replicas playing chess and talking on the sacrifice of a race that thought them as lesser. He can't even stop the snicker that leaves his lips. It was funny.

“Is this all your blood, Sync?” Etude’s hands were stained slightly from the blood that soaked the tag they found earlier, but they didn’t care. Carefully stepping around the trail of blood they had follow, they slowly approached the other and tried to see if Sync was injured. Where he was injured.

“What happened back there?” A pause, recalling the words to the Heal arte and slowly starting to draw in seventh fonons for that purpose. “Obviously I could see that there was a lot of blood, but…”

His eyes were closed as he rests his head against the alleyway wall. The disconnect was strong within the order, and the dropping of landmasses and the multiple kidnappings of the Fon Master had made it even worse. Sync knew why he was targeted out of all the God Generals. He was after all the youngest, the least experienced in battle.

Catching him by surprise left a bitter taste in his mouth, but it hardly mattered anymore. Or so he'd like to say. If he returned to the Order injured, and his only excuse being that he was caught off guard, not only would his pride be destroyed, he didn't want to think of the words of the others. The only good thing was that the offending knights of the Fon Master Faction were as dead as dead could have gotten.

A gloved hand curled tight against the stab would in his abdomen, trying to keep any more of his blood seeping out. His body hadn't given out, but who knew for how much longer. Dying here and like this was not what Sync wanted.

Eyes shift up at the sound of footsteps, watching the green-haired teen as he kneeled by his side. A small snort of a laugh. "I'd say 10 to 20 percent of the blood is mine." The feeling of fonons aid the healing of his wounds, Sync relaxed slightly. Did Etude have the ability to heal the injury that resulted in so much blood?

She looked up at him. She wanted to apologize but that was even stupider. She watched him, let him talk.

“Then why even bother? What is it you really want? Money? You have enough power, that much is evident.” She wanted to know. Especially if she were to die.

A chill ran down her spine as he spoke. She watched him. How could anyone be this cruel?

“J-jade will come for me. He’ll be able to take you down with no issue. He’ll come.” She was sure they were coming up with a plan while scouts look for…wherever they were.

Sync sneers at her words. Really how stupid could this woman be? Was she not smart enough to piece together what the ultimate objective of this risky plan was?

"Oh, I hope he does. I really do. Maybe I won't kill you. It'll be way more fun for you to see him die first." A laugh rings out, soft and gentle and so unfitting for the sadist of a God-General. His shoulders shake with laughter before the replica leans down close.  

She thought for a moment. She was just a appointed heir to the throne of Malkuth, she wasn’t even born an aristocratic. She struggled against the ropes. She looked back at her captor. He wouldn’t go after Jade. Not so brazenly. Guy? Maybe. According to Jade they have a history.

She bit her lip. That would be the only thing that made sense. But Guy wouldn’t come for her. He had no reason and Peony wouldn’t be able to convince him. Guy had no reason. She didn’t know everyone else. She only heard tales of the adventure. Anise was busy as well and Natalia. And once more she didn’t know them. That left Guy and Jade. But surely Sync wasn’t dumb enough to take on Jade alone. Not when that was the most cunning, brilliant, if not mad, military officer Malkuth has ever had.

"Wow. I guess the stereotype about brunettes being smart was wrong. No wonder all you do is sit around and read.  You are practically useless." What even did she do all day? Waste everyone's time?

Green hues watch her as if her answer is obvious. "You read a lot, yeah? Why don't you use that brain in your head and think it over. Why would you be kidnapped? What do I have to gain from doing so?" Sync wasn’t one to do things without reason or purpose, this all had a goal in mind and this all was his plan. It wouldn’t fail. 

Kaiadas Thuellai ♝Genshin Impact

The scent of blood was heavy in the air, drawing the attention of the young teen as he stepped behind a nearby tree. A wounded man. It was none of his damn business, so he could keep walking. But something about this stranger seemed familiar.

Stepping closer, the masked teen watches as the spear is held up, weighing his odds and knowing it'd be simple to win a fight if this injured person were to try. Weak. With a scoff, he kneels down and overlooks the injuries. Healing was not a skill he prided himself on. If anything he knew he was downright horrid at it.

"And you probably shouldn't be either."

Sync kneels into the bloodied ground, brows knitting in concentration to cast the healing arte.

A hand moves to bat the one assaulting his hair, grimacing as he crossed his arms. Now his hair was going to be a mess and Vicious' glove would be covered with hair gel.