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Post by Blake Oleander on May 11, 2019 19:31:56 GMT -8
Blake still ached from his battle with Ali and the wound she had given him. Tender wounds bound in bandages would not stop him from moving forward, he was born human and now it seemed he would die human. Without his pact he could no longer shrug off injuries as if they were nothing, gone were the days that it would take an army to give him lasting damage. But despite that he was not ready to give up. The Conqueror believed that humans were weak, fit only to be fodder for invasions. Tokens to be sacrificed to his war. Blake would show him exactly what a man could do without the power of Qi boosting them up. With him on his journey into the Capital of Prota were the now fully grown forms of his former Qi sprites, the fractured thirds of his soul. Virgil with his boundless knowledge. Formed from the part of his soul that desperately wanted to find a way forward, who wanted answers in a world he never understood. Beatrice walked beside him, fanning herself as she chattered away pleasantly. Always having the words that he himself lacked, the words he wouldn't otherwise know how to articulate. And finally bringing up the rear was the ever silent Dante. Silent and sure of himself, knowing what he is duty bound to do. His silent protector and ever watchful weapon ready to defend the living or give respite to the fallen. Together they were determined to form their own destiny, to build their own future. |
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Post by Zack Asiv on May 12, 2019 0:11:01 GMT -8
Blake would find himself approaching a a man and a Qi Beast chilling near the border. He'd be watching the group and when they got close enough. "That's close enough King Oleander of Aurora. I have to ask why you approach Prota?" |
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Post by Blake Oleander on May 12, 2019 18:20:23 GMT -8
"To speak with Emperor Strike."
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Post by Zack Asiv on May 12, 2019 20:29:52 GMT -8
The guy would scratch his head as he thought hard on what to do here.
"Alright let me call it in."
The man would open something that appeared to be similar to a PT as the holo screen came up he spoke into it.
"This is border site six. King Oleander and his entourage wish access to speak with Emperor Strike."
There would be a pause of a few moments.
"This is Capital base, VIP transport and protection protocols are approved, await transport."
He closes the PT like device and signals for King Oleander to approach.
"A transport drop ship will be arriving momentarily. As if our custom since you approached my patrol line, the VIP protocol demands I escort and protect you while you are here. You seem to have skilled enough allies, so if you don't mind I'll just sink to the rear of your group unless you need anything."
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Post by Blake Oleander on May 12, 2019 20:31:49 GMT -8
"By all means. I would not stomp on your honor."
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Post by Zack Asiv on May 12, 2019 21:35:11 GMT -8
It wouldn't be long before a a flying ship arrived landing in a near by field before the man bowed and waved a hand to the ship. "Here is our ride." Once everyone was on board, without the Qi Beast the ship would close up. There would be no view of the outside before the ship took off again. It'd only be about five minutes before the ship would shake a bit and the somewhat audible engines turned off. Blake and crew would be shown into a large building still with no view to the outside. A throne room with a table between two chairs. Both chairs facing the doorway and against a wall. One with the Protan banner, the other with a representation of Aurora. Both chairs were just as extravagant as the other. John Strike would incline his upper half a bit. "Welcome King Oleander to Prota." |
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Post by Blake Oleander on May 13, 2019 13:34:32 GMT -8
Blake took it in stride, though it was hard to not marvel at the flying machine or to feel a sense of unease being shipped out with no way to see the outside world. The same could be said for wherever they had arrived. It was odd to think someone would want to be so closed off from the outside world, even in what he assumed was a secure location. And finally, how quickly everything was set up, even with adornments of his own territory. To be honest he was surprised Strike even had decorations for this, let alone had them set up so quickly.
"Thank you, your hospitality and promptness are impressive and appreciated Emperor Strike."
He said bringing a fist to his chest with a small bow. The formalities of it still awkward, but he was here with a request. He didn't want to make it harder than it had to be. The sprites would bow with various amounts of grace with Beatrice having the most elegant curtsey and greeting of the four of them. Blake would remain standing however until Strike took his seat and motioned for Blake to do the same, this was his house.
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Post by Zack Asiv on May 13, 2019 20:38:40 GMT -8
Strike would sit and hold a hand out towards the seat next to his.
"It is customary for visits of this kind to correctly represent them. While within the borders of Prota your access may be limited, but your respect will be the same as if you were me. As well I am somewhat used to dealing with Vindicta if you wish to drop formalities and be more blunt."
Strike was honest and had waved at some people in basic tan clothing to leave the room. Returning shortly after with a tea set.
"Tea is a usual drink in Aurora, yes?"
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Post by Blake Oleander on May 14, 2019 12:50:01 GMT -8
He would take the offered seat.
"You would be correct. And blunt it is. I wish to acquire some objects from before the war that are within Prota controlled lands."
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Post by Zack Asiv on May 15, 2019 20:58:47 GMT -8
The person would begin pouring tea for them and Strike would sip contemplating the request of acquisitions...
"That is a heavy request from us. Prota is very protective of it's secrets. Which ones in particular do you have in mind?"
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Post by Blake Oleander on May 15, 2019 21:00:55 GMT -8
"Items that used to be in the possession of various Dragons before I was born."
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Post by Zack Asiv on May 15, 2019 21:38:58 GMT -8
Strike would grin, looking at Virgil for a moment before looking back at Blake.
"Well, anyone specific or are you requesting all of them?"
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Post by Blake Oleander on May 15, 2019 21:44:09 GMT -8
Blake smirked.
"Jenkem ech'd dra cuinla uv so ghufmatka."
Clearing his throat for a moment he would continue, back in common.
"The Boots of Bone, The Ring of Thor, and the Strike Gloves come to mind off the top of my head. But if you are offering more I am all ears."
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Post by Zack Asiv on May 15, 2019 21:55:04 GMT -8
"Interesting."
Strike would sip his tea more.
"Those are particularly powerful items. Even for their time, their close proximity and influence from the Dragons has changed them over the years and their current secrets are quite valuable to Protan interest... I could not simply on good faith allow you access to such things without a price. Considering how strong your intelligence is you find me at a slight disadvantage due to my spy network not bringing me much information."
Strike would mull over the options in his mind.
"Before I ask, I'd ask you in good faith, what would you have to trade of equal value?"
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Post by Blake Oleander on May 15, 2019 21:57:16 GMT -8
He mulled it over for a moment before Beatrice would lean in to whisper in Blake's ear. "Equal value is hard to determine. But I could obtain the names and locations of any spies that the Conqueror has within your lands." A familiar popping sound would come from above Blake's shoulder as a familiar figure appeared staring at Strike. |
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