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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 3, 2012 16:34:03 GMT -8
The last person she laid her knife on received the twin tips of her tanto in the back of the neck, severing the spine neatly from the base of the man's skull. He gurgled and the tip of the bloody knife could be seen in the back of his throat before she ripped it out of his neck sideways, tearing a gaping hole in the flesh with a wet rending sound. She turned to face her next opponent, only to have him demolished by David before she could get to him. She grinned at David, noting for the first time how the colours of his bandana were different from the others. Curious...but she ignored it for the time being. There was a task at hand.
As she prepared to launch herself at the man next to her, there came a resounding crash from above, followed moments later by the thud of fifteen or so additional men landing in the midst of the fray. After this, fight would be over in seconds, with only one man from the patrol left alive, or so David had mentioned earlier. Relaxing, Delilah's face took on a far more easy going appearance in spite of the blood spattered there and the chaos around them. She knelt by the man she last killed and proceeded to clean her knives off on his shirt before sheathing them.
A man approached her just as she finished. She looked up:
"My name is Bradley jones. I lead the Dragons."
She got to her feet, noting the red of his bandanna. Her glance shifted quickly to David, who was pulling down his own bandanna, and back again. She'd just have to take this man at his word.
She clasped his hand firmly in his, smiling amicably. "It's an honor. My name is Delilah Black."
"David said you were a warrior... Glad to see he speaks true. Were you interested in Joining the Dragons?"
She blinked at that and flicked her gaze back to David. Hadn't he told them she was with the Crows? Ah, well. It didn't really matter either way.
She tapped the badge on her left thigh that indicated her allegiance to Crows, smiling wryly. "Not quite, but still something to that effect. If you have a moment, I'd love to sit down and have a conversation about just that."
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Post by David B. on Oct 3, 2012 20:37:26 GMT -8
Brad pulled down his mask, smiling as the rest of the men began collecting weapons, helping fallen comrades to their feet, or simply watching over the battlefield in case reinforcements arrived. Brad nodded, gesturing back the way the men had come. About a block away, inside some ruins, some chairs and tables would be set up. This is where brad led her, and David, and one other. Once inside, along some walls were various maps, photos, and names. Tacks marked where certain individuals were, and on the tabled were lists and other various papers. It was obviously a war tent, erected quickly for battle. He offers a seat to Delilah, the other to the blonde he had brought along. She was simply his gaurd, but still important.
David would stand against a pillar near the door, listening and waiting. He had told the man she was a Crow, but David figured he wanted to see how she would react to the offer.
Brad spoke first.
"So, Delilah. What was it you wanted to chat about?"
David had ideas. But he'd keep them to himself. Brad had the authority to make almost every decision, and until the man felt uncomfortable with their ploy, he would let them continue. David felt bad keeping her in the dark, but he wanted to watch her. Study her. See how she acted, how she spoke. Most importantly, he wouldn't have to save face. When asked his opinion, he could speak his mind without Del judging him for it, or becoming frustrated with "negotiations".
It was the perfect outsiders view.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 4, 2012 22:24:45 GMT -8
Delilah followed the men smartly, a hand on her tool belt as she walked with purpose, eyes moving back and forth as she made herself more aware if her surroundings. They quickly came to the set of ruins these Dragons made their base in.
As she stepped inside, she noted the military sort-up: the tactical maps, battle plans, names, Intel...it was also clear that this wasn't their base. She raised an eyebrow as she laid eyes on the chairs. A temporary set-up, though utility was clear they were expecting someone. It seemed that what David had mentioned of her had made enough of a lasting impression.
She hoped she would keep it up.
"So, Delilah. What was it you wanted to chat about?"
She thankfully took a seat in one of the chairs, joints popping comfortably as she stretched out. She folded her hand in her lap as she sat back, smiling all the while.
"It's a nice little set up you folks have here," she said with real admiration. "I have to say, I'm quite impressed. But I'm also a little confused on some of the details.
"For example, for a contingent this size, I'm curious to know how you're providing the necessary means to survive. Clean water and decent food aren't exactly easy to come by, and medicine is even more rare.
"Also- and please correct me if I'm wrong- but as I've heard it, the Dragons are we'll known for being a highly trained group of Martial artists. I'm wondering how you've been moving forward with gathering and training new recruits, and how long you've been at it?
As she asked these questions, Delilah ensured that while most of her attention was known Brad, that David and the blonde woman got equal time under her intense blue-eyed gaze.
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Post by David B. on Oct 5, 2012 23:46:16 GMT -8
David stared at Delilah openly, saying nothing, the blonde doing the same. Brad seemed a little more relaxed.
"That's true. We dragons are the most lethal Physical weapons there are. Of course, we can't outmatch the sheer numbers Barker can throw at us, but we can at least be a thorn under his fingernail. If you ignore a thorn long enough, it becomes infected. And that's what we have done. Everywhere we go people are singning up, wanting to join. They donate food, water, and necessities. Obviously not enough to stay on the move for long periods of time, but enough to bleed them a little."
He stood, hands behind his back, looking off toward the papers on the wall.
"Of course, back at base we have the same worries. It's o e reason we are trying to press the offensive- this rule of food and water applies to Barker as well. In order to keep his men rationed, there are supply lines we have been trying to break, or at least to hijack."
He stared down at Delilah, not unkindly, but not as though he was convinced by her attitude.
"On the risk of insulting you- Crow - I had asked if you wished to join us not because I expected you to, but out of curiosity for your devotion to them. I wonder why you follow the group you do, being as strong willed as you are.. Why you chose the Crows to join and not somewhere else. My scouts tell me that there hasnt been much activity from there of late, and their leaders are rarely seen. Though I admit, we've stopped checking in since the battles started..."
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 6, 2012 19:57:54 GMT -8
((OOC: This is so long, i'm so sorry D:))
She watched Brad carefully, watched him stand and listened to how he talked. He seemed proud of their accomplishments, as he rightly should....he hadn't really specified on how rigorously his new recruits were being trained, but she could assume that if they were on field and battle ready in under three months, then they would be little more than cannon fodder, the reason being the pure impossibility of making a trained martial artist in that short span of time. This was something Delilah knew all too well, having trained her own group of seven for the last seven or eight months now every day since she received permission to do so.
Delilah continued to smile politely as Brad - for lack of a better term, based on the way he was standing - looked down at her.
"On the risk of insulting you- Crow - I had asked if you wished to join us not because I expected you to, but out of curiosity for your devotion to them. I wonder why you follow the group you do, being as strong willed as you are.. Why you chose the Crows to join and not somewhere else. My scouts tell me that there hasnt been much activity from there of late, and their leaders are rarely seen. Though I admit, we've stopped checking in since the battles started..."
Her smile widened a bit more, not the least bit offended and, if anything, looking quite pleased. "That question is very easily answered with a bit of information, if you'll bear with me:
"The Crows have been amassing since before the bombs fell a little more than a year ago now by my count, and they started with Militia, a group I was once apart of - and went to jail for- in my high school years. Militia has been acting as a group of veteran soldiers within the ranks of the Crows, teaching members new and old on various means of combat. That has always been a pride of Militia, and the group still retains their identity although they are also known as Crows. After the attack on the school, however, we lost a majority of those members, so it can't function by itself for militant purposes. Even one Militia member lost is someone that can never be replaced, given the vast amount of experience that role carries. Militia have taken it upon themselves to train an army. After six months, we have our first batch ready.
"Crows, on the other hand, has always taken a more humanitarian stance. We are focused on the needs of the people that we're trying to save. For example, a lot of the sick and elderly died when electricity was cut off, and many more because they couldn't get proper medical care or food. Cutting into supply lines and scavenging is a smart tactic, of course...but an army is a hungry thing. Don't get me wrong, it works, but it can't last forever. Eventually, you'll run out of supplies to scavenge and then you'll have to resort to taking other territories...that's not something a sick, hungry group can withstand.
"One reason it doesn't work is that it really only supplies the army. Barker does this: he cares not a whit for the suffering of the people he has hurt along the way and only makes sure those who are enlisted have what the need. This makes desperate and otherwise good people join that side. Which is all well and good, as it builds military strength...but what about the sick? The mentally challenged? The young? The elderly? No man with a heart would give a man with autism a full belly only to hand him a spear a second later and push him in the right direction. But is it more cruel to watch him suffer and die, knowing that you have to save these supplies for fighting the good fight so that - if he lives- he may see the day when Barker finally falls? We know what Barker thinks of them: kill them or use them for experiments.
"Tell me, Brad, which is the worse fate? Knowing you could help him had you the resources or letting him become fodder for Barker's armada because you didn't have the heart to put him in yours?"
Delilah would spread her hands and lift her oil blackened palms up as if to say 'what of that?'. It was a rhetorical question and she certainly didn't expect an answer. Both choices were horrible, but she hoped the point was made. The way Dragon's were going, they couldn't last forever, especially if they were hoarding resources from a populace unknowingly.
She lowered her hands, still smiling, folding them again on her lap. Her voice was still calm and pleasant, her tone respectful. Her gaze consistently moved over the other eyes in the room as she spoke. "You see the choices the people have out there now. Crows provides a different option.
"Right now, we are the largest group actively implementing and harvesting resources. Crows has undertaken a governing stance in our area as we continue to build territory and draw in refugees and citizens. We've created a feudal society: people work for their food, their shelter, their protection. Those who can fight, join the Crows and are trained for a minimum of six months before they're battle ready. Those who can't or don't want to aren't forced: they are given other jobs, such as helping to grow vegetables, to catch fish...we're even close to having cattle ready. We have people helping to make clothes, or help out at the hospital. Everyone is given a purpose and a responsibility.
"We are reestablishing law and order in the land where Barker has destroyed it. Are we militantly active right now? No. Militia played that role, but we have kept them inactive as we lost so many when the bombs fell. To lose any more would be a huge detriment to everyone we're trying to train and keep safe, so, we've been primarily defensive.
"That said, we haven't been idle. Our leaders themselves have been moving in and taking territory from Barker, building alliances. Our border situation is always tense, too, and they don't like that the people we've taken in show the loyalty towards us that they have.
"I've always been part of this movement, as a member of Militia, an auxiliary agent, and now, a Crow.Even without my personal friendships with men like "Unfettered" and Kiyoshi, who took me and my son in when we escaped the carnage of the war, the people who do the right thing not only for themselves, but for everyone will always have my loyalty."
Delilah would pause here for a moment as she thought over her next words carefully.
"Right now, though, we're a military body with good strong legs...and no arms. We're very proud of our legs and we know that the direction we're moving in is the right one, but we have no arms to show the people that we can bring Barker down and not just to keep them safe. To reinforce this, we essentially need what the Marines are...were to the US government. Something still autonomous unto itself, an affiliate group part of a larger whole that retains its original and individual purposes and beliefs.
"And of course, I speak of Dragons."
She stop there and look around the room as she awaited the response, still smiling contentedly. The only thing that changed about her would be the fire now burning behind her ice-blue eyes, her passion making their colour sharper and more intense than before.
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Post by David B. on Oct 6, 2012 22:10:03 GMT -8
((Haha, I love long posts. Unfortunately mine is painfully short.))
Brad said nothing to he throughout her speech. All were fair and Valid points, and when she finished, he would cock an eyebrow, looking to the blonde for a second before looking back to her.
"Ahh. I see. And you are qualified to make such a request? To ask that the Dragons bend knee to another is a hard thing to sell, and would require more presence from the Crows than a second in command. Perhaps, if one of your leaders thought as highly of us as you seem to, they would be the ones making the suggestion. Unfortunately, they aren't sitting here."
He would step over to the map, staring at it.
"I have an idea. Why don't the Crows join with us instead? It would give them a name people line with strength, while also offering the protection and care you spoke of."
It was, perhaps a silly offer, and not to be take. Seriously. But to Brad, he felt as though they were being treated like a group of misfits-rash and foolish. David, unknown to Brad, actually liked the Delilahs idea, but agreed that it would need to be offered by a Crow leader. Likely Kiyoshi, as Unfettered seemed to have little desire to speak with him.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 7, 2012 19:03:06 GMT -8
“Ahh, I see. And are you qualified to make such a request? To ask that the Dragons bend knee to another is a hard thing to sell, and would require more presence from the Crows than a second in command, Perhaps, if one of your leaders thought as highly of us as you seem to, they would be the ones making the suggestion. Unfortunately, they aren't sitting here.”
Delilah's lips tugged upwards at that, though her expression was wistful. Had she touched a nerve? That of course, wasn't her intention, but perhaps the lecture coming from a 'lesser member' had rubbed Brad the wrong way?
Why some people get so caught up in rank, I'll never know.
“I have an idea. Why don't the Crows join with us instead? It would give them a name people line with strength, while also offering the protection and care you spoke of.”
Delilah blinked in genuine surprise and narrowed her gaze. Was that a joke? She was pretty sure that was a joke. A leader would know why that would be a bad idea: the Crows and Kiyoshi himself had the loyalty of the people for all the good they had done, governing, protecting, the resources...to change hands would likely topple it all as changes ad new ideas from a new mind were implemented. Even if it did work out, the Dragons wouldn't be able to demilitarize Barker as much as they would like: they'd be too busy running the government.
Still, she caught the drift of his point. It seemed that he wasn't all that happy with what Delilah was suggesting...that, or he wasn't happy with Delilah suggesting it.
“I apologise if I offended you,” she said frankly, though her voice was a little softer than before, more kind. “I realize that this is a heavy thing to take. But I think we both know why it wouldn't work to give leadership of two lawfully functioning organizations to one whose prowess is militant.
“As for my...'qualifications', I provide suggestions to any and all relevant parties. It's my job. The reason you haven't had a visit from either of the Zero Crows is because they have been waiting for my information on whether or not the interest is there, which they will act upon in person at your request. I am a liaison of both Kiyoshi and 'Unfettered'. You may consider my interest as theirs.
“How should I consider your interest?”
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Post by David B. on Oct 7, 2012 19:18:39 GMT -8
Brad said nothing for several long moments, staring at the drawing board.
Turning back to her after an uncomfortable amount of time, he spoke quietly.
"I don't know. Though I did not mean to snap at you, I have no deep love of the Crows. Not that I find them enemies, but they seem to place certain things in high regard, while ignoring others until they are worth recognizing. I understand the need for discretion, and patience, but we had been leaderless for a long time after Areon died. Spike tried, but he was busy with his own Clan, and we were sitting around, waiting for something or someone to come along and give us something to break our knuckles on. Never once did we hear from any of you. And now that we are a force to be recognized again, you ask us if we are interested in merging with you? You can understand my....frustration."
The blonde leaned forward, speaking what Brad would not.
"What he means to say is this- our strength is only matched by our conviction. We don't crave power, or recognition. We want hope. We've wanted it since Areon was gone, and Spike was nearly the same. We had hoped we would be called upon again, at an earlier time, when we were divided. We were not. It makes it appear as though the Crows are only looking for those that can help them the most in the moment, and the rest can be cast into the wind. This is not how we wish to operate. We want to help everyone, whether strong or weak. If you come to us and wish to fight, we will show you. You don't need a reputation, or an army. We wan to help people... reinvent themselves. And the world. Fight for families, for peace. To live again. And once we make it happen, we will allow a vote for a council to represent the free world, and will vanish into the wind. We do not crave power- it is what we already have. It seems the crows are only interested in the former. We do not like this."
She had a thick russian accent, and spoke in a kind manner, more up front and personal than Brad.
"Do not take my words as scorn- we have no proof of these things. It's only what we have been forced to surmise, since we have had no word from the Crows. These are stories we catch passed among our men. They are bitter, and have reason."
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 7, 2012 20:18:07 GMT -8
Delilah would look from Brad to the Russian girl he brought with him as they both spoke in turn. She nodded her head as they both spoke. The reasons of their mistrust were quite clear and to be honest, she couldn't blame them.
"I can't speak, of course, for my superiors," she said again, "But as I understand it, until the Dragons became active again, we had assumed the group had been disbanded. Up until recently, reports of activity had been nil. But once we started hearing new reports of you campaigning against Barker, we had to wait and see what direction the group was taking under this new leadership. A group that David and I recently tangled with may be under Barker control or influence: we had no idea if this also applied to you.
"As for the Crows...well, everything you said about Dragons is what we are. This is the reason we haven't been militant: we are focusing on the needs of the people. It's the whole reason we set up a system instead of just offering handouts and enlisting everyone we see. We want to people to see that there's still hope in the world, still punishments for those who murder or rape or steal out of coveting, that there's a place for parent-less children to grow and learn, that there's plenty of food and medicine for everyone. The people have always been our first priority. We are dedicated to a life where people can live in near normalcy, so that they know that there's something outside of Barker.
"We don't want to help everyone. We must. Otherwise, we're no better than Barker.
"But words are nothing without substance. You need proof." Delilah reached into her pocket and pulled out a (slightly bloodstained) piece of orange paper, obviously something that was a scrap piece with new writing. She would hold it out for someone to take.
"Although the guards that have been stationed around our perimeter have already been informed and this already applies to David, the Dragons are welcome in our lands any time. That includes access that to our facilities: running water, hot food, a warm bed and supplies. Citizens get this too, so we're not trying to butter you up or anything. This is our token of friendship and our thanks. You've been fighting the good fight where we can't, and we know it isn't easy to continue to maintain those ideals in these times. I think that's something we share.
"If you want to meet with a Zero in person, I can arrange it at a time convenient for you." She nodded her head in respect to the room one last time and fell silent.
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Post by David B. on Oct 8, 2012 16:09:09 GMT -8
Brad stared at the paper a moment, before looking up at the sky. Neither would take it, leaving her to set it on the desk. The blonde would stand and, a small smile on her lips, walk out calmly, opening the tent flap. Brad would look between Delilah and David, as though wondering on his own trust, but he had his orders. He would walk through the tent flap and be followed by the blonde. David would only be left.
He'd walk over, sitting in the chair the blonde was in and taking the paper gently in his hand, reading it over a moment before looking at her, keeping his gaze steady.
"Bradley Cooper is the Commanding officer for all Dragon forces. He's a good man. Full of hope, and dreams. His daughter and wife were captured by Barkers men, and raped for twelve days. When he caught up with them, they were getting ready to hand them off to a group of raiders. In total, there were probably thousands of men. Unable to do anything else, he shot two arrows across the field, killing them both."
He looked over at her, eyes soft.
"They have fire. They have strength. All of the men I put into higher positions have previous military training, and have been further trained by myself. Brad might even be a match for you." He clasped his hands in front of him, taking a deep breath.
"The rest, those who join now, are put on probation for a period of six weeks. Their pushed to their physical limits, and some have even cracked or quit. But every soldier I have is powerful, and not to be mistaken for the untrained. I would never put someone out there unless their ready. Now, I say this not only so you can understand how I work, but because I need you to understand the dedication these men have given me. Given all of us. They have lost families, their livelihood. They won't take kindly to the idea of joining a group that they feel has abandoned them. Now, I like your thinking. I like the Crows. Kiyoshi rubs me the wrong way, but Jon is a smart man, and you are my friend."
He would stand up.
"I can promise you that we will, for now, agree to at least an alliance with the Crows on the condition that one of the Zero's come and talk terms themselves." A smile. "I want to help you, and I believe you when you say what you did. But I need to know that they believe it."
And by they, he meant her commanders.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 8, 2012 19:25:52 GMT -8
She waited patiently as Brad and the woman left the tent after a moment of silence. She raised an eyebrow at this, but otherwise said nothing, only turning her head towards David. He finally spoke up and came to sit in the chair Brad had occupied earlier. She listened intently, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees, frowning at the level of hardship he described from his troops, but impressed nonetheless with how he dealt with gaining and recruiting members.
She had known the Dragon's were well trained, of course. That in of itself was what made them so unique and formidable. And now that she knew the truth, that David of all people was their leader...well, the dedication of his troops spoke enough about that for her to recognize that this was something he had earned. That, at the very least, was something Delilah could respect and even admire.
It took a moment for Delilah to reply after David finished speaking. Her intent all along was to simply lay the terms and allow the Dragon's to think about this new option. She honestly hadn't expected them to throw in the moment she gave them her idea: these sorts of things didn't go that way, and she was very much aware that a pride in work already achieved would bar that result. That was more than fine with her, as they had earned these prizes themselves. It would be wrong to take that away from them.
At last, she nodded, smiling again. “I'll arrange for 'Unfettered' to seek you out. Truthfully, he was the most eager for this sort of resolution, so it seems fit that it should be him that talks with you.
“And...I'm glad you believe me. I'm not sure about your comrades out there, but that's smart of them. Seeing is believing, and I'd love to show them that we're as much for remaking the world as you are. And I think it's important for you to know that I trust you and your judgment. If anyone was going to lead the Dragons, I can't think of a more capable leader.”
She spoke true: she had seen it in person and, if she recalled, the man had been captain of her high school at least twice. He had a knack for it, and that hadn't gone unnoticed, least of all by her.
“So, what's your next step?”
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Post by David B. on Oct 15, 2012 9:10:09 GMT -8
He would grin.
Unfettered was eager for this? Why now? Had the man come to him, before he joined the Dragons, David would probably be wearing a Crow patch right now. He interlocked his fingers on the table watching her as he spoke. When she asked her question, he took a deep breath, leaning back.
"The next step will be to convince my men, and Mathew, of the validity of my decision. You see, they regard the Dragons as secular, and prefer to fight as separate hosts with common purpose. I believe forming a single, unified body that can work cohesively while maintaining individuality and customs is the best road to defeating Barker. With simple alliances, response times for attacks are Deminished, and in the time it could take for an army to respond to a war one group is in, that group could be wiped out. It's all pride and nonsense. In truth, I'll bow out of leadership once the streets are red with Barkers blood."
He seemed out of focus during his speech, but stared at her again once done.
"Sorry... I got off track. When can I expect the one eyed wonder?"
The German. He was not eager to meet with him, and knew it would probably lead to violence.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 15, 2012 17:26:28 GMT -8
"Sorry... I got off track. When can I expect the one eyed wonder?"
She chuckled and brushed a lock of blood crusted hair out of her eyes. "Oh, knowing him, when he feels it is most appropriate. But soon. I'd say within the next couple of days," the dangerous flash in her blue eyes indicated she would see to that personally.
"That's another reason I mentioned 'Unfettered' over Kiyoshi," she admitted with a tired sigh, lifting her hand to pinch the bridge of her nose between her forefinger and thumb. "I had a run in with Mathew a couple days ago. Nice enough, but he's...a tricky one. Hard to read. We had a nice little spar, got to talking, and when I mentioned I was with Crows, he said, more or less, that he thought of us as enemies.
"And I agree with your earlier statement. Having one large army would suit us far better than having everyone split up and do their own thing. It's not even funny to consider how screwed we all are otherwise, Crows included. We're well off, but can we take Barker? I think no, not now. But certain individualities should be maintained too. We can's ask the Dragons to shed that title and become Crows, and vice versa. But if everyone isn't on the same page, then we're doomed as soon as Barker decides to do some spring cleaning."
It was a grim reality that she had a lot of time to think on over the last few weeks. There weren't that many people left in the world as a whole. A tribal system only exacerbated wars, and she was more than aware that was what Long Beach was on the verge on. If they started fighting each other, they would succumb.
Together, though...together they had a chance. Something Barker couldn't handle as easily as if they were secular, as David had said.
"Tell me...what do you think will come after? After we beat Barker, I mean." Not a question of if, but when, and what would happen to the alliances they made.
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Post by David B. on Oct 16, 2012 21:49:35 GMT -8
He shrugged, walking over to the maps and letting out a breath.
"I would like there to be peace."
He smiled, shaking his head.
"But God knows I don't always get what I want."
He turned back to Delilah.
"I will always be a Dragon. But I don't know that, after this, i'll be with this particular sect. Not because of my lack of desire to continue on, but because of the desire for combat. I don't think this battle will end with Barker. Realistically, everyone wants power. The tyrant with the power, Barker, gives us a common enemy. After that it will be a civil war. We will all fight each other. I can't stand by and watch people I care about kill each other over the same thing we were trying to free. Why replace one dictator with another?"
He ran his fingers through his hair.
"I want to help in any way I can, but only against those that actually deserve it. None of us need to fight each other. Not everyone sees it that way. Not Mathew. Not Kiyoshi. Not Jon. Not Barker. They all want to be the one in control."
He would let out a breath before changing the subject- the idea of it was frustrating.
"Look... I know it's going to be a while before Jon makes it over here, and we don't have time growing on trees. Until he shows up, you, the individual, have my hand, and the fist of the Dragon. If, as I suspect, Barker turns his eye to one of us and it happens to be you, you just let me know and I will be there- for Delilah. Not the Crows."
It was the best, at this point, he could do, and it was obvious he would expect no such request for aid from anyone but her, should the time come.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 16, 2012 23:11:45 GMT -8
Her eyes widened slowly at the offer he posed to her, shocked out of any logical words. 'The best he could do'...this was unprecedented and overly generous. To not accept would be foolish on her part not only for her needs should they arose, but also for their friendship.
"I...wow, um..." she stammered for a moment before letting out a long breath and inclining her head at a deep angle to him. A bow. "Sessha domo arigato gozaimasu meiyo-jo" <This one thanks you for the honour>
She would straighten after a time and rise to her feet. "And if you ever require the same, let me know. Consider it a personal favour, outside of the Crows."
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