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"I don't have anything to report."
Golden strands flowed against the ocean breeze in through the open windows. Cerulean eyes gazing out across the vast expanse of water at the face-value of the outpost. Nu Martyr. A grand advance all of Renovatio had made, all with Prime at the helm. He truly knew how to run a kingdom, unlike the formers whom they'd snatched this land from. Such unworthy soil, he spat mentally, grimacing at the thought.
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"You didn't call me here to ask me how my trip went, Prime," Armaros turned to face his superior, a stern look on his mask. It broke, shattering into a comical smile.
Arma chuckled melancholy-like, drawing in a deep breath after the chest-churning laughter. He drew out a chair, leaned against the back while standing, and revealed a piece of parchment.
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"The whole thing, your report. It's all there."
He finally spun the chair around, sitting in it backwards with the back supporting against his chest. Armaros' hands coursed across a section of the massive oval table before him, his lip quivering as he spoke next.
"So, we gonna eat? I'm starving."
The interior of the room was diplomatically elegant; it had exquisite gold curtains—which complemented well the golden frame of the building and window sills—hanging against the marble walls. The room was well-lit, what with all the windows surrounding the office. Armaros felt the metallic composition of the Primal Alloy table, oh how the energy surged within him; skin against metal.
The sounds of gulls cawing in the background made the absence of sound in the foreground that much more golden. He drew in another breath, adoring the moment. Soaking it up, he relished and relaxed. Armaros fell into such a state of intense ecstasy that when the images of blood, guts, and disembodied limbs flashed before his eyes it startled him back into the room.
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[center:1m7r82ae][hr:1m7r82ae][/hr:1m7r82ae]Chapter [i] ¬ Of Original Kings.[hr:1m7r82ae][/hr:1m7r82ae][/center:1m7r82ae]
[justify:1m7r82ae]An ocean breeze brought with it, the unique scent of salt water, and marine life. It also had brought along company which hosted wings and communicated through high pitched sounds. Despite the powerful gails ravishing the exterior of this floating edifice; wild life seemed to pay said conditions no mind-- those on the inside would follow along with mutual sentiments.
Standing adamant, and confident by an opening within the marbled walls rested the Overlord of Renovatio and the newly acquired Rosinder. The soft flesh of his hands hugged one another, allowing for one's digits to intertwine, and lock at his lower back side. Lambent pools seemed infinite as they leered off into the great distance that stretched further beyond this world-- seeing stars and galaxies, and other possible localities to call home. Though only until his highness was interrupted by query that would not go unaccounted for. "I've sent for food, Armaros. More importantly, there is something I'd like to lay on the table since you haven't much to report as of late."
The Overlord's arms would rise at his sides as if welcoming all of the great outdoors to a group hug, though his gestures were simply focal to the charisma the Nexus had attained through Hume interaction and merger. Spheres of autumn's green continued to gawk far beyond the eyes of a hume could fathom whilst providing his kin the undivided attention he deserved minus eye contact. "I have a special assignment for you, Armaros." The face of Premeir would smile, though hidden by misdirection and an abundant amount of indirect sun light.
"Having forced many out of office here in Rosinder, only few worthy of its nations progression remain. Though, anew source lingers about... scouts have reported propaganda, significant information, and actual photos of this person. Supposedly this many claimed kingship over Rosinder prior to the Great Invasion." The doors leading to this very room they conversed in shot open. From behind thick walls entered two single file lines of chefs, holding platinum platters with lids that spewed steam from either the top or its sides.
The servants made with haste when organizing the setup so that the two could dine despite the daystar's brilliant light shining bright and warm. "If you're interested... we can set something up while we eat." An overcoat, insipid like the clouds above flapped some as the Overlord about-faced. Serenely he had seated himself furthest away from Armaros, so that he was affront. More enthused by the arrangements of the food set before them than the actual food itself, Premeir would untop a few platters here and there with Armaros' thoughts on his mind.[/justify:1m7r82ae]
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This mission had been a success, in all aspects you could view it, but something still lingered in Armaros' mind about what exactly happened out there. He chalked it up to nothing but stress on the job, and shoved it aside for another day to linger on. Sapphire eyes drew forth, falling upon the individuals filing in with platters and dishes.
He perked his head up, watching as they set the food down and left. A few of the female servants caught his attention, but that would be best saved for dessert. Armaros exchanged glances with Premeir as he talked, listening to each word with intense scrutiny.
"Mhm, but how does any of this have anything to do with me, Prime?"
Armaros served himself, picking a few pieces from three or four different platters and setting them on his plate. He waited to eat, though, allowing his superior to finish his dialogue. Armaros smiled some, beginning to get the picture in which Prime was painting.
"Ah," he drew out. "So this man? Is anything he's saying truth, or is he just talking out his ass?"
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[justify:2aoxdbi6]Oh, as arrogant and insubordinate as ever! Then again, he wouldn't be nearly as suave and charming if he lacked such a huge chip— eh, who was he kidding —boulder on his shoulder.
There was no grand entrance to honor of the ever-so-omnipotent, all-seeing, unyielding, abso-fuckin'-lutely mockable emperor. Certainly as far as he saw it, there was but a single soul other than himself worthy of lifting a finger for, and he wouldn't find her wandering these halls; but that was something better left to history for the time being.
The pale-haired man stared blankly from the left side of surprisingly grand doors into what was effectively just a secondary outpost during the expansion. What could he say? The Overlord certainly had high standards, even if the taste made him nauseous.
Leaning lazily against the magnificently marbled walls, those cold eyes were affixed upon the others. The broad contrast in those eyes might have been mesmerizing to some; the shallow violet eye that peered outward from the left side, and the Pandora's Box of an eye that seemed to bleed its bright green light into the air around it from the right. Like a bloodied arm being washed clean in a river, thin fingertips of luminescence danced and twirled, spreading wildly from the pallid sneering canvas behind it.
He was situated comfortably against the broad blade that mysteriously hovered from what might as well have been an invisible scabbard at his back. Plainly clad, Kazuma sported a simple business-level of dress, with a tightly fit leather jacket drawn around either shoulder. Certainly not appropriate for a royal audience such as this— fuck if he gave a damn.
Slight frustration blended with his naturally mocking tone; spat out with language that he oh-so-beautifully adorned.[/justify:2aoxdbi6][right:2aoxdbi6][/right:2aoxdbi6] Am I gettin' dragged out? Tell me this shit'll be better than the last pisshole you put me in.
[justify:3s4gvftb]Lacking the appetitie to pig out, his highness would simply lean back, and parley. Digits mingled, and hugged as both hands were situated upon his lap with his legs kicked up-- the right overlapping the left. "His word means nothing, for my word is enough. I've done a little research to be sure, and what I've discovered was enough to summon those I see fit for this operation."
Rocking in his chair, the presence of another could then be felt just outside of the doors. If it wasn't the most spoiled of them all whose mouth was similar to the steam-punk engines manufactured by incompetent alchemist housed in neighboring nations ran by pawns and ignant politicians. Kazuma reminded the Overlord of Alpha; one who bickered more than teenage girls. It bothered him naught, in fact; his motor-mouth simply serenaded his ear drums.
"The next place you'll land will be a daycare if you haven't defected already, Kazuma." Premeir spoke with a honeyed tone whilst the canting of his cranium over his right shoulder. His back was towards the entrance to the conference room yet he saw all, for this entire edifce was apart of him and was well desguised by walls of marble and awe. "Kazuma will be joining our little party... though only until he annoys me to a point in which I'd have to leave him with you, Armaros." He announced with a smile.
"How would you like to claim kingship over Rosinder, Armaros? I mean, I'd give Kazuma power... but he'd only assemble a force filled with insubordinate soldiers and mouthy aristocrats. One Kazuma is enough for this realm..." Again, he took a benign jab at his comrade, though only because he cared for the individual to even bless him with his presence, despite how his comrade felt about him. "We'll be heading to the Holy Mekka when the daystar flees the sky. Should we encounter any hostiles, hopefully the 'Mighty Kazuma' will defend us since Armaros is a complete virgin in the field of combat. Hahaha... hahahaha."[/justify:3s4gvftb]
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On the outside, Armaros had been too infatuated with the food to notice the new dog enter. On the inside, however, his every molecule flared. This animal stunk a similar stench to the Kommander's nostrils, he just couldn't quite put a smell to a flower. He rose from his plate when Premeir introduced him, sort've, glancing at the door.
"A potty mouth," he started, putting another mouthful into his maw. "Great!"
Armaros' sarcasm nearly cost him a bite full of bread and potatoes, he couldn't wait to speak 'till he'd finished his chewing—that would make him a respectable adult!
"Heh," he revealed after Premeir spoke.
Armaros drew in a deep breath before cleaning out his mouth with the alcoholic beverage next to him. The poison flowing through his blood quite deliciously, he exhaled. Letting Premeir the room to continue to speak had been a wise—subconscious—decision on the platinum-haired man's part. He was enjoying his food too much to interrupt, though, so maybe that could have been it, too.
He nearly dropped his utensils—and jaw—when his superior brought forth what he'd called this meeting for. Armaros was to lead a continent? A kingdom? Well, now there's a duesy... On the outside, Armaros quickly recovered, if showing any signs of surprise at all, revealing a smile and chuckling.
"Rosinder? This source, who is it?"
Suddenly, now, his cerebral cortex ran rampant with the value of the answer to his question. His ice-blue eyes staring straight into the corporal eyes of his Lord, but his mind raced. Armaros filed questions and answers into his mind, cataloguing them in respective folders and cabinets. Thoughts raced a mile a minute, until it finally settled on one single possibility.
"It's one of the children, isn't it?"
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And it certainly seemed to at least be slightly mutual.
Incidentally, he only found himself half-listening to the little discussion adjacent of his quiet little resting spot. Grazing over phrases and words just enough to stay in the loop of things; he couldn't help it afterall, politics just wasn't his suit. It was a shit-ton of banter, an overwhelming degree of whining, and far too much angst for his taste. The few incidences he found himself in the middle, he ended up departing early nauseous and winded. As far as he was concerned, he'd rather just knock the fucker t the ground than strive to share his point of view.[right:3mzjang3][/right:3mzjang3] Shit, I'd expect as much. You need someone to watch after the children you seem to be convinced is a nation. Hell, who better than myself?
Elevating his arms over his head, he stretched his torso and shoulders a bit while that uncomfortable feeling of boredom had begun to sink into his skin.
He muttered just above his breath, dancing his eyes over the empty spot on his wrist where a watch might have been if wearing one weren't too much of a pain in the ass.[/justify:3mzjang3]Wrap this shit up, I got'a nap scheduled for four.
[justify:3lx8txts]Laughter once again filled the dead space between the trio. The mood was light, and halfhearted, it allowed for anew judgment that wasn't strict to be cast. One that would compel those to remain open minded and never ignorant of those who too shared a power equal, if not greater than the kingship that ruled their lands. Renovatio was indeed on the come up, with thoughts of sky's the limit at first, but now; the ethereal plains were to be trekked. For they knew no boundaries.
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Hours of chit chat had consumed minutes of their life, but it was all for a good cause. The night had come with haste, and the breeze only became colder. The sea breeze scent would be replaced by that of fresh air. Within an airship the crew of three would rest as a single pilot flew one of the most innovative inventions this realm had ever saw. Within the ship's belly, further briefing would take place.
"Where we're going, the rebel count is high. One of the real reasons we have Kazuma with us. He doesn't mind getting his hands dirty, do ya, Kazuma?" He smiled while facing Armaros-- one of his flesh, one of his blood... one of his anatomy. "He makes quick work of shit... the best in the field if you ask me. ORDER doesn't seem to be using him properly, so it's only right I give him work well worth his time. Or else we gotta listen to him talk shit all night and day. And you already know how that goes." His smile grew brighter as his eyes shifted towards Kazuma incognito, without the movement of his head. He'd take his jabs at Kazuma every now and then.It was the relationship they had forged with one another, and it would continue to build as long as they lived and remained on the same side.[/justify:3lx8txts]
[justify:2g7u777t]A simple, short answer was all Armaros was left with until after they boarded the airship and took flight. The ice-blue-eyed man sat back against one of the seats, shifting his vision from Premeir to Kazuma and back. He didn't have Prime's ability to see all places at once, and so he had the disadvantage of having to actually move to look. He didn't mind so much, it would soon fizzle out of his system once he ascended.
"So, we unleash the Dog and sic him on them? Sounds like a plan," he mused, tilting his head so far back that he stared at the ceiling.
Armaros listened more to what his superior had to say, and then sat back up. He couldn't help but wonder what they were set Rosinder-bound for, but he knew that things would become much more clearer once they got closer. He knew what little Premier had already revealed, but there was much more he was leaving out. For good reason, more likely, he thought to himself.
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[justify:1mf4irss]But a brush of his nose. His left thumb dashed a few times lightly across the tip of his nose. The expression he wore was completely nonchalant and dismissive of the whole comment.
He certainly did have a big mouth, but there were times where the wittier response was silence. Plus, that shit was pretty accurate after all.
Their relationship, Premeir and himself was a bit of an oddity. Chumps tended to fall into one of two categories with the oh-so-supreme-Overlord: they feared him or revered him. People rarely barked back and if they did, they tended to simply disappear to some shape, form, or another. Frankly, he'd invite something like that over crawling on hands and knees to please some dick— even if, and he had to admit, that dick had some redeemable qualities.
Kazuma finally dispatched from the wall, after what was an entire evening of keeping the little patch of stone and metal warm and cozy. The fingertips of his left hand scratched anxiously at his scalp before he finally muttered a comment over the relatively brief lapse of silence; he couldn't keep up the charade for too long. He had a fuckin' image to keep.
Those hands sought refuge in the small pockets of the black leather jacket.
Hurry up with the rantin' and ravin'. I'll be waitin' out front.
A wide grin stretched ear to ear as he strutted through the magnificent bulky gateway into the main chamber. As he walked away, the fading echo of his voice could be made out just barely in earshot.And bitch, call me a dog again and I'll rip your throat out.
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Haha, was I joking? Maybe we'll see—
[justify:2ddeehox]From the skies, a hymn created by an airship's propellers screamed in harmony with winds that ravished the exterior of the Odditus (the airship). Birds of various kinds flocked and flew in a unique 'v' formation behind said airship, wailing along with the sounds of the ship as it lacerated through massive clouds of vapor and debris. The intercom came to life with a voice that belonged to the ship's pilot prior to a clicking sound, indicating he was about to speak: "Ahhhnnnn, we'll be having a short trip to a classified location in Nu Jeruxalim. Ahhhnnn, seems like it'll be a nice ride, overcast skies, nice weather. Ahhhnnn, little turbulence, ahhnnnnn. Just sit back and enjoy the ride because we'll be there in no time. Thank you for traveling the Odditus." Click
"Fifteen minutes 'til touchdown. Gear up. Scouting Units have reported some hot spots fifty meters from where we'll be heading. Just in case we bump heads with some fiends, I'd like for us to make quick work of them." The indomitable spoke soft, though his voice carried along with it a sense of urgency and seriousness. They had work to do, and nothing would stand before them, halting the process. For all would be felled by either kazuma's adamant lust for combat and or the grandiloquent blade Primeir kept at his backside.[/justify:2ddeehox]
[justify:37tv2cp9]Armaros began listening to what Kazuma was saying, but then the intercom came on, overwhelming the man's voice. He waved to him, smiling with fallacy behind his disguise, but listened to the pilot's words. They were almost there, wonderful. Things would begin to fall into place, making more sense and all. Armaros rose to his feet, knowing discussion had been finished and time to prepare themselves had arrived.
He slipped into a cabin that had been designated for him, he dressed into a more formal attire for the trip ahead of them. He checked himself out in the mirror for a moment before heading out onto the main dock with the pilot, and likely the other two: Prime and Kazuma.
"Is that..." he swallowed. "It?"
Armaros' ice-blue eyes glinted, the luster in his eyes dissolving from the sight set before his eyes.
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[justify:23j8pr0x]What Kazuma said to Armaros was funny, but what was funnier was how Armaros couldn't tell that Nu Jeruxalim was once of Rosinder. Many energies of the essence were masked, no, converted and if Armaros had learned anything of the power he possessed, he would realize that this power could not be anything other than Renovatio's own, blessed by the great Tellus Mater. It was time for him to live among kings and Gods now, no longer blissfully ignorant of what was. "Just outside of Nu Jeruxalim..."They had reached their location, and it was from hereon they would etch anew story of Renovatio into the pages of a Nu history. Anew chapter-- an absolute Alpha.[/justify:23j8pr0x][hr:23j8pr0x][/hr:23j8pr0x][center:23j8pr0x]Continue[/center:23j8pr0x][hr:23j8pr0x][/hr:23j8pr0x]
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