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Small feet stilled. Genesis and Isaac might catch a glimpse of silver as Ariadne peeked out with a frown, she would have argued it was technically 'staying' because she didn't enter the throne room, but Jason put an end to it — and startled her with a jump — by slamming the door shut. That was the end of that.

The King postured at his full height. Like that, Anja caught a glimpse of the one they called 'dragon'. He was not amused despite his smile. It was more like a wolf baring its teeth. A warning, and perhaps the only one she would be granted.

"My name is of no importance. If you must know it, it is Anja, though what value is the name of a peasant to a King." Her head lifted a little. Enough for the cloak of her hood to creep back. An intentional little movement so the beast could remember her face if it so pleased him.

"The future is not set in stone. It flows, and as quick as the tides change, so too can a man's path. But as you are now? You will march the path I have foretold. You don't have the touch that can stop death. Perhaps another man will, the wrong man."

This hadn't been Aerith's first journey to Leyndell. Far from it. Her travels had taken her to the once-perilous Royal Capital a number of times. That had been all for the sake of expanding her skills, there had been no blessing of the Erdtree where mourning and defeat were frozen in time.

Now, though... slowly, the streets were being uncovered. A massive task that would take months longer, no doubt. Her footfalls were light across the ash, then click, click, click, up a largely uncovered stone staircase.

"Hello?" she called, with no reply. There was an eerie stillness in the stone halls. Perhaps the ones who summoned her resided elsewhere? Though there were few souls to guide her...

Dipping at the waist, she looked inside the building and caught sight of a suit of armour, impeccable and utterly mountainous. Pulling a face she entered the room and walked right up to the display. However magnificent, it was an odd place to show off the armour, off to one side without rhyme or reason. Then, it moved, the helm shifting with a distinct creak.

It had been a long day already and there was little reprieve with the afternoon sun bearing down on them. It reflected off the sand, Jason likened the feeling to walking around in an oven where the door had been left open. It could have been worse but it wasn’t fuckin’ great either. To add to growing tensions the hot, dry desert winds had started to kick up and they were walking directly against it. Painful little stings could be felt from the grains of sand spraying against their faces. Sure, they didn’t complain about it, but they didn’t have to. The frustration was well-known.

A swift kick up the A for bringing him into this world.

In all seriousness though. This blog only has two connections for who is Gen's father, putting this question a little up in the air.

The first being my own interperetation of his adoptive father. He has little love for his old man, having spent his childhood being emotionally neglected and shoved aside, he has dusted his hands of him. He will get nothing.

The second, I expect no one to understand but me and the other writer. Jacob Seed @only-we is gifted with power over fire in his medieval AU. He's dad-aged. Vers and I pointed to one another. So, outside of my own head, this is the only other father connection that my Genesis has.

                    Tough crowd.

     She’d only been in Hope county for a short period of time but had quickly been made aware of each of the territories and their respective Heralds. The residents hard warned her of the militia’s training and conditioning and how anyone caught were either brainwashed soldiers or never seen again. She’d made a mental note to avoid the region if at all possible but of course her leads for the missing reporter led her deep into the area. 

     For a while, she had remained mostly undetected, or so she believed. It was only a matter of time before the cultists sniffed her out and attempted to take her in. Luckily, her years of mercenary and contract work had given her a slight edge in battle. However, Jacob’s people had the numbers and knew the land, finally managing to corner her. 

     She was nervous when brought to him, uncertain of her fate and if she’d be able to fight her way out of this one. Humor mixed with sarcasm had been her go to but didn’t earn her any favors. Not surprising. He looked like a real hardass but it wouldn’t deter her. 

          “Yeah, I was informed you’re a military type of guy that I should avoid. You put the real fear in some of the locals I’ve come across,” she admitted before swallowing. Lying to him about who she was or why she was there was pointless. He probably wouldn’t know nor care. His region was all about producing soldiers so perhaps if anything her background could be her saving grace to avoid the conditioning. she’d seen the cages.

How long did she swim in that nothingness? How long did Rachel float, tiny little bursts of light surrounding her, before Faith’s eyes opened? Before she gasped for air she no longer needed, hands brushing against her neck where her brother’s had been. It felt like an eternity. 

But what was eternity to an endless lifespan?

Rachel’s end had been clean, quick, painless. And now Faith sat, eyes reflecting the soft lights around them as she took in her surroundings. 

The church, for the most part, looked as she’d just seen it. Empty, save for the four of them, and quiet. Though as she slowly rose to her feet, she realized it was not as quiet as she’d previously thought. The candles, flickering confidently, now each had a halo of sorts around it. The crackling sounded like little whispers, like someone speaking just out of ears reach. 

“There’s so much more.”

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guess what jacob got alder? if you guessed a muzzle, you’re right! 

all the times jacob caught alder after he obliterated the hearing in his left ear AND when alder tore out someone’s throat, jacob kept a chain JUDGE muzzle just for alder when he was brought back to the veteran’s center. it’s a fight every time jacob puts it on him and his chosen suggested it be put on while he’s unconscious