Post by Kyrie Blaze on Dec 9, 2013 22:41:07 GMT -8
. o O ( Since Corey's down and out with finals and the flu...I'm gonna be drivin' this crazy flyin' umbrella. Had this in the works for several weeks. )
Kyrie, Dragon Field Marshal, was rallying men and woman alike. She had taken up the task on her own accord, though with nods of approval at a morning meeting, to recruit people to fight for them and to join their cause. They needed those recruits to fill the ranks, which meant a recruitment drive. And a recruitment drive meant they needed something memorable, a huge draw. And that, she finally defaulted to...meant something that those men and women that were not fighters, that had never lifted a weapon in war, that she was recruiting to train and die - maybe not the first time, but they would all perish sooner or later - for their cause...it meant they needed something to believe in.
A symbol.
She had been scrambling, spreading word of a celebratory parade hosted by the Dragons. She'd recruited Aryn to 'set up shop' near the Peace Café, where she planned - and notified - that there would be a small feast of fish (Mathew had opened trade with Player 1 to bolster their fish supply) and a selection of preserved and grilled vegetables. She'd given Aryn what she wanted to see - romanticizing an otherwise...ahem, risqué job - and let her run with it.
Of the Dragon ranks she selected one hundred Warriors and told them to shine their armor, their weapons, to make them clean for their parading march through Dragon Territory. But only one hundred of the Core--she would not leave them vulnerable even at this time. They still needed men along the walls, running patrols, keeping them safe.
As word spread - word of mouth carrying the message much faster than she could even without broken ribs - she was able to help with set up. A dais, space for tables, space for Aryn's trio of tents, and more free space for live demonstrations of various things--from spars to qi.
The day, mid-morning arrived, and found the Dragon Flight marching from Underground Facility Five up through the Bellflower Bank, the Dragon Pharmacy, towards Underground Facility One, closer to the coast before cutting back through LAX and looping around in a loose spiral to find their Parade ending at the Peace Café.
With those like Aryn who wielded qi along the side and a hundred Warriors with battle armor and Elder colours upon their uniforms and banners held on the ends of poles, the small blonde with her fiercely serene blue eyes took point. One hundred Warriors, proud and brave and true, marched in synchronous unison behind her, their returned simultaneous roar as she called for them - over and over along their journey - to announce who they were--
--heard for several blocks, likely drawing curious onlookers from the edges of the Territory.
Those with qi along the sides of the darkly gleaming Dragon Core were told to use it--to dazzle, to draw, so they would have the drive to survive and sustain life.
At point, Kyrie drew upon reserves of strength in her own battle garb, lifted her hands to spin a Dragon of shadow that whisked through the air, connected to her by many thin filaments of shadow. Several times, the Dragon would arc through the air and dive down upon the blonde--
--the blonde who then sprouted detailed Dragon wings from her back, slight lines of qi over her eyes much like contacts creating slit pupils that set her eyes to faintly glow as a set of shadow horns curled from her spiraling hair. She spread them wide, holding them for a fair distance of the parade before pulling her qi back inside, only to repeat the process once again a short time later. It was the first time she dared to show her wings in public. The only ones that had seen them were David and Scarlet.
By the time they arrived at the Peace Café, it was early evening. The sun would set when she would deliver a speech upon the platform, but it was not that time, yet. Her gaze critically swept over things, making sure that everything was in order as their procession drew the crowd in behind them, around them. Everything was in order--from the demonstration areas set to the side, to the tables, to the wafting smell of food, to Aryn's lounge tents.
She steeled her will and her spine and continued to circle the procession around for one final loop to face the crowd. Her wings swept, wide in a show of strength before they lowered to allow the crowd an unobstructed view of the Core.
"Brothers! Sisters! Warriors, all! Welcome our honoured guests!"
There had been Victory--there had been Death.
There would be more Battles--there always were.
There would be War.
The People that would become Warriors--they were always needed.
There would be more Battles--there always were.
There would be War.
The People that would become Warriors--they were always needed.
Kyrie, Dragon Field Marshal, was rallying men and woman alike. She had taken up the task on her own accord, though with nods of approval at a morning meeting, to recruit people to fight for them and to join their cause. They needed those recruits to fill the ranks, which meant a recruitment drive. And a recruitment drive meant they needed something memorable, a huge draw. And that, she finally defaulted to...meant something that those men and women that were not fighters, that had never lifted a weapon in war, that she was recruiting to train and die - maybe not the first time, but they would all perish sooner or later - for their cause...it meant they needed something to believe in.
A symbol.
She had been scrambling, spreading word of a celebratory parade hosted by the Dragons. She'd recruited Aryn to 'set up shop' near the Peace Café, where she planned - and notified - that there would be a small feast of fish (Mathew had opened trade with Player 1 to bolster their fish supply) and a selection of preserved and grilled vegetables. She'd given Aryn what she wanted to see - romanticizing an otherwise...ahem, risqué job - and let her run with it.
Of the Dragon ranks she selected one hundred Warriors and told them to shine their armor, their weapons, to make them clean for their parading march through Dragon Territory. But only one hundred of the Core--she would not leave them vulnerable even at this time. They still needed men along the walls, running patrols, keeping them safe.
As word spread - word of mouth carrying the message much faster than she could even without broken ribs - she was able to help with set up. A dais, space for tables, space for Aryn's trio of tents, and more free space for live demonstrations of various things--from spars to qi.
The day, mid-morning arrived, and found the Dragon Flight marching from Underground Facility Five up through the Bellflower Bank, the Dragon Pharmacy, towards Underground Facility One, closer to the coast before cutting back through LAX and looping around in a loose spiral to find their Parade ending at the Peace Café.
With those like Aryn who wielded qi along the side and a hundred Warriors with battle armor and Elder colours upon their uniforms and banners held on the ends of poles, the small blonde with her fiercely serene blue eyes took point. One hundred Warriors, proud and brave and true, marched in synchronous unison behind her, their returned simultaneous roar as she called for them - over and over along their journey - to announce who they were--
"DRAGONS. WARRIORS. CORE.
BROTHERS AND SISTERS:
BARKER HAS BEEN DEFEATED!
TO VICTORY AND LIFE!"
BROTHERS AND SISTERS:
BARKER HAS BEEN DEFEATED!
TO VICTORY AND LIFE!"
--heard for several blocks, likely drawing curious onlookers from the edges of the Territory.
Those with qi along the sides of the darkly gleaming Dragon Core were told to use it--to dazzle, to draw, so they would have the drive to survive and sustain life.
At point, Kyrie drew upon reserves of strength in her own battle garb, lifted her hands to spin a Dragon of shadow that whisked through the air, connected to her by many thin filaments of shadow. Several times, the Dragon would arc through the air and dive down upon the blonde--
--the blonde who then sprouted detailed Dragon wings from her back, slight lines of qi over her eyes much like contacts creating slit pupils that set her eyes to faintly glow as a set of shadow horns curled from her spiraling hair. She spread them wide, holding them for a fair distance of the parade before pulling her qi back inside, only to repeat the process once again a short time later. It was the first time she dared to show her wings in public. The only ones that had seen them were David and Scarlet.
By the time they arrived at the Peace Café, it was early evening. The sun would set when she would deliver a speech upon the platform, but it was not that time, yet. Her gaze critically swept over things, making sure that everything was in order as their procession drew the crowd in behind them, around them. Everything was in order--from the demonstration areas set to the side, to the tables, to the wafting smell of food, to Aryn's lounge tents.
She steeled her will and her spine and continued to circle the procession around for one final loop to face the crowd. Her wings swept, wide in a show of strength before they lowered to allow the crowd an unobstructed view of the Core.
"Brothers! Sisters! Warriors, all! Welcome our honoured guests!"
"WELCOME TO VICTORY!
WELCOME TO THE DRAGONS!"
WELCOME TO THE DRAGONS!"