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@aegirborne / @babelmedicus sent: "Icons only" + Zephyr giving Kal a headache

It is not a matter of fear that will force her gaze to look away from him.

It is only a matter of time. As infinite as their lifespans are, the choices they make are quite finite. And Hayden is a soul doomed, there is no happiness awaiting him. He knows this, and she must know this.

"Kal..."

He gives her that look, that look that another gives another when they are exasperated. Like two old friends who know what the other is going to do, despite protests. And what can one do but accept that the other has made a choice? Even if it angers them. She is immutable, in much the same way the sun will always shine after a rainy day.

But still, he looks at her. His head tilts back slightly, emerald irises peer down at her. On the ramparts of a city that is on the verge of complete collapse. Held only together by the blood of martyrs and the tears of those yet to be sacrificed.

"I don't have many plays to make here. Someone dies, in all the outcomes."

His voice is a soft-spoken whisper. He's did the math, gamed out the tactics. Every possible scenario in which he can think of, someone dies in this. Away from the eyes of the troops, away from the eyes of everyone save for her, he is given a moment.

He's holding up this impossible weight, knowing, that it is only a matter of time before he shatters under it. No man, no hero, is immune to their own humanity. And he is human. So very human, in his wants, needs, and thoughts. A thousand times he has walked onto the battlefield and changed the outcome. A thousand victories, to hide hundreds of defeats.

To everyone else, to the world, he is the Colossus of Rhodes. An unstoppable force of nature capable of snatching victory from the jaws of defeat. A symbol of hope to his allies, and a dreadful specter to their enemies. That is the image that the world has of him, more legend then man at this point.

It is only Kal, and his closest friends, who know the truth. Who see the man hunched over the floor, bleeding and gagging. The ugly wounds he sustains, the way he pushes his body to it's limits. The consequences of power. That which cannot die can still suffer. And he is suffering.

He knows Kal isn't afraid, maybe she trusts in him or she simply likes to bet on a winning horse. But he's afraid, of himself. Of the day when there comes a challenge he can't overcome. Of the day when his failures are not merely an extraction of a pound of flesh from himself, but all those he loves. And that day is coming, it draws near. It whispers behind his ear, it infects his dreams.

In these moments, when he doubts himself, when the hand of mortality stretches towards him there is only a single thing which grounds him: The faith others have kept in him. Those who believe in him, and his judgement. Who have stood by him in peace, and conflict. Those friends, those loyal few, have always dragged him back into the light.

None so true, and none so stubborn, as Kal'tsit.

@babelmedicus sent: Mon3tr here to boop Zephyr over the nose.

The way he is having to keep himself perfectly fucking still in order to keep one of those reaper blades from giving him some inopportune facial surgery.

He likes that nose where it is, thank you!!!

"Then you won't do it alone."

Today has been brutal.

They had expected to come into contact in this region from the usual suspects. What they did not expect was an assault of such overwhelming proportions. Hayden lifts up Tact Pad, the rectangular screen bringing up a real time display of the battle situation.

"Companies Alpha, Bravo, and Charlie where able to organize a defense during the initial attack. The enemy attack with overwhelming force, no doubt hoping to break through our line to attack out Command Station. Unfortunately, displacing isn't an option."

His throat rumbles as he hears the sound of distant explosions.

"Our logistics, and medical hub are situation behind our Command Station. But. We have heavy support coming from our rank flank, and Special Detachment Team One moving to flank left. This is a fight we can win, Kal."

He turns the pad fully over to her.

"I'll be joining SDT One on the assault on the left flank. I'll be engaged, so command will have to fall to you Kal."

He pauses.

"We can win this. Together."

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@babelmedicus sent: ‘Dare!’ - I dare Tenzou to not touch any technology for a week. Those games he plays, included!

The Anaty ninja is taken aback for a moment. The strike of challenge is a question of honor after all. To yield away all electronics and his erog--uh, video games however would be a true test. Or would it...

Recovering from the brief stagger finds a glint in Tenzou's eye (one of the cap's eyes at least).

"Ah! I believe I see what you are trying to accomplish, de gozaru. However! I am no simple man, I'll have you know de gozaru. Those quiet hours will find themselves entertained through the use of... light novels de gozaru!!" And with a flourish, one such book is procured, imported from Higashi.

Tenzou seems content, but a hum escapes.

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@babelmedicus sent: there’s something weird going on in this little town. ( Kal to Diluc )

Watchful eyes dot their periphery. It can be said that the smaller the town the greater the suspicion. When everyone knows everyone, a stranger is marked just as such. And they were but travelers, taking a beaten road in between countries to gather needed reagents for the Doctor's work.

Did she need to be escorted? Of course not. That wouldn't stop Diluc from having reasons to join her regardless.

"Don't concern yourself with it, Kal'tsit." Diluc comments, dismissing her concern as he forges ahead willfully ignorant of the scrutiny. "I imagine these people are thinking much the same of us. We can finish our business and be on our way." Tarrying invited more people recognizing him for who he was, after all. Though the chance was fading in probability the further they travelled from Mondstadt it did not guarantee zero.

It's a cruel thing, the two of them existing in the same place.

Two souls which cannot know peace, fighting for high ideals which they may very well not be able to experience. Hayden in his violence, determined to stand as the bulwark to which all evil will break. Kal'tsit standing as the foundational stone of Rhodes Island. They can never know peace.

Yet it is not a path they must embark alone, isolated from the world. Although the fruits of their labor may not be for them, it does not mean they cannot stop to smell the roses on the horizon. For how harsh this world is, there exists people to whom they can confide in.

"Do you mean me?" He replies in an aloof way, lifting his mug up to his lips. Dark coffee to wake up, dark coffee to soothe the soul. He runs on nicotine and caffeine, calms the nerves and settles the mind. It is of course a tongue-in-cheek comment, for what she has said describes him quite well.

Blood and gunsmoke.

His head turns away from her to gaze at the rising sun, knowing that there is much work to be done today.

"Where you go, Kal'tsit, I will follow. Rest assured that whatever you face, I will stand beside you. I am no stranger to the taste of blood, and the smell of gunpowder."

His gaze turns towards her, a brief nod of his head given.

"Now I have some thoughts on the upcoming operation..."

Questioning Sentences

"You can lecture me later teacher, but these people need us!" Maybe rushing out into an active 'war' zone was not the best idea, but once Aspirin heard about the damage that was happening here, he could not just sit by and watch people die.