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Post by Veilstar » Thu Jun 14, 2018 9:54 pm

Ophelia sat there silently awaiting to here what her fate would end up being. Feeling had been restored to her legs for a bit and she was sure she could at least walk for a bit. Enough to get her to Eve's tent where she'd likely hear the judgement. The small blonde didn't say a word though as she wrapped the blanket around her body tighter almost like she was trying to hide from the world. The tears continued to fall down her now red and puffy cheeks. Her mind didn't know what else to do but cry for the time being. Losing over three hundred members of your family in an instant wasn't something anyone would likely be able to fully process at first.

After Galliad spoke he left for a bit, not that the little merchant even noticed with her head and face covered. It wasn't long until his footsteps of crunching snow entered the tent and he carried the scent of food with him. Her stomach was empty but Fifi knew for sure she couldn't eat anything for the time being. Almost like she was punishing herself for what she had decided to do. Without any warning the young noble swung her legs over and stood off the bed. Her short legs were a little wobbly but she managed a few steps before they stabilized." Meeting....with Eve....alone.." Ophelia stated through her distorted voice both from fatigue and the crying. She clung tightly to the fabric of her blanket as she stepped barefooted out into the snow. More punishment for her crimes.

She eventually reached the tent she had been standing outside of before the two left. Why didn't she just explain it to Eve? Maybe Eve and her could've worked something out? Panic..hearing that her family was going to die set her into a panic that denied all reason. Slowly she trudged inside and just sat on the floor not caring for her own well being. Torturing herself for the crimes she dared to commit against the friend she held so dearly.
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Post by ConfidentialCon » Thu Jun 14, 2018 10:08 pm

Saul stared at Ramiel's retreating back, then began to pack his things up with a low sigh. "I hate the man when he's right," he muttered to himself, dismantling the tent and rolling it up briskly into a more easily-carriable sack. Ramiel was... not exactly the most tactful, but he was a lot smarter than he put on a show of acting; there'd been a reason Saul had asked him for advice in the first place.

He settled it on the ground, his satchel following it. There: almost all his worldly possessions. He ignored the momentary pang of homesickness: while he certainly didn't regret joining the rebellion, times like these he really did miss his apartment in Newdenn. Or simply having a bed at all.

He didn't follow Ramiel; the man had given him too much to think about. Shaking his head softly, Saul made his way to the medical tent: perhaps he'd be able to thank the tall woman from yesterday for her help saving Ophelia. At the very least he'd be able to check on some of the more injured patients.

"Apologies for my absence, things took rather longer than I thought-" he began to say as he stepped into the tent, cutting himself off in surprise at the quiet singing and familiar smell of tea. "Toryn?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
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Post by HoneyBuzz » Thu Jun 14, 2018 10:08 pm

Eve remained silent as she listened to Aranor's tirade. She shook her head when he finished, not bothering to look at him as her eyes returned to the medical tent for a second. "I suppose I should face them." She mumbled softly, placing her hands in her lap and leaning back. She wanted to just pretend it never happened, that was difficult when she already had soldiers pestering her with questions she couldn't answer. Why was she at the estate, why did she kill that general? She wanted to answer them, but whenever she tried it was like her mouth became glued shut.

Slowly she stood up, brushing off her clothes and looking to Aranor. She gave a small smile for a moment, her expression becoming warm before she quickly snapped herself out of it. "I'm expecting a message soon, after that we will begin to move. I've already had a few extra medics come in that should aid with the injured." Eve then looked up, seeing Ophelia enter her tent. Letting out a sigh, she dipped her head in a bit of a goodbye. Standing behind Aranor, she quickly ruffled his hair and chuckled; Sure she was overloaded with work and stress, but she could still play around now and again. Quickly she strode towards her tent, shoulders becoming tense as she entered.

Eve looked down to Ophelia, who sat on the floor in silence. She couldn't bring herself to hurt this girl, who had only wanted to protect her family. There was punishment enough in knowing the fate of her family. Slowly she lowered herself next to the girl, resting her head against her knees as she looked at her. "I'm not mad at you, Ophelia." Her voice was quiet, almost understanding. "I'm not going to kill you or banish you. But I want one thing from you." She reached a hand out, offering it to Ophelia to hold. "I want you to promise not to do this again. I trusted you, Ophelia. I still do, because I understand what you did and why you did it, But I need you to promise me with your life that this will never happen again." Her voice became stern, as her terms were laid down. If Ophelia decided not to accept, then Eve would have no choice but to have the merchant girl escorted off into the forest; something she really did not want to do.
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Post by God Of The North » Thu Jun 14, 2018 11:03 pm

Aranor blinked, glancing at Eve as she talked. She was RIGHT next to him, did she think he couldn't hear her muttering? Face who? He wasn't sure what was going on, but when she got up and ruffled his hair, he let out a playful growl of annoyance. His hair was getting a bit more shaggy than he liked it being, it got all sweaty in his helmet and it made it even more hot within the metal protection. He noticed her walking towards her tent, talking about expecting a message. He frowned, doing his best to put things together in his head, before his frown deepened and he followed her towards her tent. She had asked about being betrayed, she talked about needing to face someone, and she said she was expecting some sort sort of a message. He didn't fully understand what was happening still, but his instinctive response was that she was lying and had been asking him for advice before she came up with a decision.

He was proven correct in his assumption as he heard Eve talking to someone in her tent about trusting someone and not killing or banishing them. His hand immediately went to the hilt of his sword, and he stepped into the tent, a much more angry look on his face than normal. He gave Eve a look, and based on the look in his eyes and the fact that he seemed to be trying hard to keep himself restrained it was obvious he did NOT angry with her decision in the slightest. He wasn't going to argue with her in front of Ophelia, but this was definitely going to be something he was going to talk to her about, sooner rather than later.
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Ophelia didn't dare to look up as she heard the crunching footsteps oor Eve walking into the tent. She remained sitting on the cold floor, the blanket barely able to keep her warm in this situation. Her green eyes were hollow and dull as she looked over at the woman that sat beside her. It was confusing and the words that left the woman's mouth were even more confusing. Eve was pardoning her even after nearly trading her off to Unia? She wasn't going to do anything at all to her depsite the trouble she caused? Anyone else would've removed her head right there but Eve was sympathizing with her? She understood why she did what she did...would Eve really do the same thing if the roles were reversed?

For a few moments the small golden haired noble stared at the hand that was being offered to her. Those dull eyes that once held the brightest of lights shifted from the woman she called friend and then back to her hand. It didn't even take her a second before she had wrapped her arms around Eve and buried her face into her friend. Her tears became sobs as she hugged her friend tighter than ever before. Hopefully Eve would see it as her sign lot agreeing to her little terms of not being punished." Forgive....me...I...I just...wanted to be...a good daughter...I....I worked so hard...I just...wanted Father and mother to praise me...to acknowledge me...to say they loved me.." Fifi rambled on as she was thankful for the second chance. Her voice was weak and most considerably duller than before. There wasn't any true life to it. Instead it was replaced by her sorrow.
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Post by Actual Trash » Fri Jun 15, 2018 12:14 am

Toryn was in high spirits when Saul returned, in the midst of handing out cups of steaming liquid and regular water for those who needed it. The singers and he were currently on the fifth verse, his deep hum providing the melody. Sometimes the tamer did regret that he could play no instrument, as he was immensely fond of music. Apparently this song was about a lad who went out to slay a dragon, and ended up befriending it instead. The song was moving on to his adventures with the beast, and Toryn almost didn't hear the medic come in. At the sound of his name, he raised his head, tune stuttering to a halt in faint surprise. The others halted with a few chuckles, and went about nursing their drinks, a few turning to conversation with their cot neighbors.

"Welcome back." he said, smile tugging back at his mouth. Straightening, the tamer padded to the table and poured two final cups from the large kettle. At some point, he'd grown used to keeping his eyes open more frequently, and though they didn't quite focus, if one was still then it sometimes did seem like he was looking at you. Handing one mug to Saul, he leaned back against the table and took the other himself, taking a long sip and blowing a content breath through his nose.

"We're te head out 'round midday et seems." he said, then his head tilted curiously, "Absence?" To his knowledge, Saul should still be resting from his night shift. A well earned rest, as always. The medic wouldn't need to apologize for taking it.
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Post by HoneyBuzz » Fri Jun 15, 2018 12:39 am

Eve felt Aranor's presence but remained silent, as she felt an even greater presence. One that boiled and seethed with anger and hatred, at the fact that his little sleeper spy was not as reliable as he once thought. She also remained silent as Ophelia hugged her, slightly surprised at how quick she was to begin apologizing. She froze for a moment, not knowing quite what to do, but slowly began to wrap her arms around the girl. She had risked her own life to save her's and she'd damn well do it again; she'd do it for anyone in the Rebellion. Quietly Eve began to shush Ophelia, her eyes shooting daggers up at Aranor to remind him not to butt in. "I forgave you when I carried you back to camp, Ophelia." She spoke softly, wincing as she remembered the sensation of blood dripping down her skin. "There's no need for apologies anymore. Even when you did all that, I know you were still looking out for me; There wasn't enough nerve agent, remember?" She said softly, reminding both herself and Aranor that the betrayal wasn't 100% true.

As Eve sat there still embracing Ophelia, she let out a soft sigh. She knew she'd have people leaping at her throat for allowing such a thing, but she'd stand tall against it. This was her decision, not just as a leader of a Rebellion, but as someone who understood what it meant to make choices. Ophelia was young, she couldn't bring herself to kill or abandon the girl; It wouldn't be morally right. That's what the Rebellion was about, after all. It wasn't just to protect the world from Unia, but to show the world that there were those out there who weren't morally ambiguous, ready to easily give things up for something like peace of mind or money. After a moment, Eve slowly pried the girl away from her, holding her at an arm's length. "Go back to your tent and rest for a moment. We'll be leaving soon, I want all my party members to be ready." She stood, helping the girl up and quickly ushering her out.

After Ophelia left, Eve silently turned to look at Aranor, her expression sad. "You're mad. Think i'm irresponsible, yeah?" She asked, careful not to raise her voice. She couldn't afford an argument, not know as she already had little emotional energy left. "I couldn't bring myself to do it. I'd do the same, if I were in her shoes." She spoke softly, looking him in the eyes. She held back tears, already feeling the emotions of guilt pouring into her mind once more. "You can be mad. You can berate me and insult me all you want Aranor, but I know I made the right decision." She spoke as she moved to a chair, slowly sitting down as she continued to look at him. "It may not have been tactical, but not everything must be tactical. Sometimes you simply have to go with what your heart begs you to do."
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Post by God Of The North » Fri Jun 15, 2018 1:01 am

Aranor narrowed his eyes, and he shook his head as Eve spoke to him, "You're a liar and you know it. Or if you're telling the truth, maybe-" He cut himself off, shaking his head slightly, "So loyalty doesn't matter? Those people who have fought and bled and died, all because they BELIEVE in you and BELIEVE in what you say and what you stand for? They don't matter?"

He stepped closer, mixed emotions in his eyes, "You know what happens if you got captured or you die? Every single one of us dies too, because we believe in you. We would continue to carry on your message, because that's what we are as a rebellion. If you died, no one else would know everything ends! They would fight and die for NOTHING, Because of one stupid selfish girl! You're saying it's fine to stab EVERYONE in the back for your family? Unia comes to you and says "Go ahead and stab Aranor, and I'll spare your family" and you'd do it, huh? Unia comes to me and says "Hand Eve over to me and I'll let your family live" and no one else matters? NO and you KNOW that."

Aranor's voice broke slightly and he sat down hard, grabbing the bridge of his nose. "That's not who you are. And you KNOW that. We can't lose you Eve. We need you too much. I NEED you. I...I can't lose you Eve. Not again. I love you too much to lose you again, just because one person is selfish and wants their parents to like them." He glanced up at Eve, his eyes pained, "Evelune.... How often are you lying to me? You lied right to My face out there. How often have you been doing that? Was what you said last night a lie too?" He could feel his eyes burning slightly and he looked away from her, refusing to let her see his pain and his tears any longer.
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Post by ConfidentialCon » Fri Jun 15, 2018 1:14 am

Saul accepted the cup with a quiet thank you to Toryn, a smile stubbornly trying to pull itself onto his face despite his best efforts. Even though Toryn wouldn't be able to see it, the patients in the tent could: Saul hastily hid it behind the cup of tea.

"I'm usually here earlier," he explained, voice warming. Toryn looked... happy. Everyone did. It was difficult not to be affected by the good cheer in the tent, even though a few of the patients were raising their eyebrows at him in silent amusement. "Got into the habit back in Newdenn; my apartment was right above the operating room, so I became used to being there there first thing in the morning to check on my patients." He shrugged, making a vague noise to hopefully convey an approximation of the motion.

The tea was good, he thought as he took stock of the tent. Not quite what he'd have brewed for himself, but far from bad. Fortunately, everything in the tent seemed in order, and one of the worries that had been gnawing at the back of Saul's mind eased. "I wasn't expecting to find you here, though I can't deny it's a pleasant surprise. You're still recovering; you know that you don't have to be at work," he said, his tone rather fond.

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Eve reached out to touch Aranor, but pulled back as if she had been burned. Her own eyes watered, and she flinched as he began to speak. "Of course Loyalty matters! But so do Morals, and I wasn't about to slaughter some helpless girl who-" She stopped when he began his tirade on stabbing people in the back for family. Her eyes grew dark and her expression darker as he commented on her own family. Something stirred inside and she stood up quickly, tossing the chair to the floor as she did so. Shoulders tensed she moved past him, to the table that was once again scattered with papers. Angrily she shoved them all aside, tears falling from her face as she did so. "She didn't have the chance to see if her parents would love her. I wouldn't have had the chance to have my family spared. They're dead, Aranor." She spoke softly, her voice cold as tears wet whatever paper was still on the desk's surface. She was trying extremely hard to stop herself from breaking, but she was beginning to lose control again.

"I haven't lied to you. I've kept things from you, knowing full well how you'd react, but-" She winced at his words, about what she said last night. Her hands balled up into fists and she took a deep breath, letting her shoulders sag a bit as she remained hunched over the desk. She was a leader, she wasn't allowed to cry and mourn like the rest of them were. "If I didn't love you, I would have never let you into the rebellion after you left me to deal with him myself." Her voice was sharp, but wavered slightly. After she went unaccompanied by him to that lair, she had hated him. She still got flashes of those scenes, seeing her men ruthlessly slaughtered like that; and she hated herself for going. She blamed him for a long time, for leaving her like that, but she had gotten over it. She easily could have rejected him when he suddenly appeared, but she didn't because she loved him. She always had, but she only allowed herself to feel it after she believed him to be dead.

"If I die, this Rebellion will continue. I'm not the Rebellion, Aranor. You are. The soldiers are; If I must become a martyr for my cause then so be it." She felt that phantom pain again, but pushed it aside. She listened to him proclaim what she was and what she wasn't, and for a moment she hesitated. She didn't turn around, instead letting her head hang. "Ophelia didn't really betray me. She didn't give me enough toxin to actually knock me out; just enough for it to appear so. She knew who was coming, that general. She knew what I could do when I was angered, but perhaps she didn't know that she'd be stabbed through the stomach like that." She chuckled softly, looking at the small note in front of her. She had kept it for so long, not knowing quite what to do with it. It was her parents death note, proclaiming what 'justice' had been dealt to them. "Next time you try carrying your friend's body and not have some sympathy for them."
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