Racing the Light

[Kyrie Blaze]

The morning saw Kyrie...on her own. At sunrise, she was running. Not scouting, as normal, but running. From the sweat on her brow, she'd been at it a while.

She was trying to outrun her thoughts...which never really worked, not truly, but she had to anyway. It was across a rooftop she raced and vaulted the gap between this roof she was on and the next. Her feet touched the edge of the ledge and automatically her body pulled forward into a roll. Her lungs burned, her limbs ached and she found no joy.

She would have loved to sit at a piano, to turn the pain to something haunting and beautiful instead of the discord that flew through her mind...but it just wasn't an option for her.

Rolling to her feet, she pit her sight against the next roof. A lengthier jump than what she'd just done--and expanded her stride to a sprint as the light broke and spread over the roofs.

[David B.]

A lance of light slammed into the roof about fifteen feet in front of her...and would likely cause her to pause.

In front of her, holding two cups of coffee, stood Hyperion, watching her, the sun barely cresting the hills in the east.

"Kiyr. Hard woman to track down. Care for a drink?"

[Kyrie Blaze]

Pause may not have been the word...

As the lance slammed down, brilliant and blinding, the blonde nearly cut her course and threw herself to the streets below--instead, she did veer to the side, into a roll, up into a crouch on her feet. It was so sudden and there was no guarantee it was only Hyperion. With all the stress and emotional turmoil, it was likely best she was safe rather than sorry. Her arms came up to shield her eyes as they adjusted, qi thrumming and heart tight and skittering. Her breaths were fast.

But it was Hyperion.

With a shaky breath, she straightened and looked up. With a thick swallow, she looked at the drinks in his hands and then back up to him, eyes searching. Was he here...just to comfort her? Or..?

"Okay..."

. o O ( Whee, two minutes into 2014 here. Happee New Yeeaaar~ )

[David B.]

Hyperion watched her dive and dance, unfazed. As she stood, accepting, he'd offer her the cup. He was relatively dirty, and there was some blood on his neck. Obviously not his.

"Khaos took Themis."

He didn't speak with his voice full of emotion- instead he just...seemed casual about it. Despite it, he had this knot of anger in his chest, waiting to be unleashed.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Had she not had a hand at the bottom of the cup, she might have dropped it at the tone and words. The tone didn't match up--not with the love that had radiated between the two. She'd seen that.

Instead of her mind rapidly processing it and figuring out it was likely to get at her...she stared up, gaze flickering as she tried to kickstart her real intelligence and not the mess she was dealing with in her head right now.

"When? How?"

She didn't drink just yet. Had it not been for the warmth against her hands she likely would have forgotten she was holding a cup of coffee.

[David B.]

He rolled a toothpick- that was shorter, and more wooden- around his his mouth, glancing down into the luke-warm cup he held in his hand.

"A day ago. He demanded I bring you in exchange for her, in one hour, or he keeps her soul."

He twirled the cup around a bit before taking a drink.

"Seems Gaia told him where she took you. Can't blame her- it's her duty, and she has no choice but to answer. He was able to follow through my sun-scar, and rather than fight me like a man, he took my wife."

He walked toward Kiyr. He didn't seem threatening in the slightest. He spit out his wooden toothpick, and took back his toothpick from the nape of her neck, sticking it in his mouth (Kiyr loses Armor of Hyperion).

"See, thing is, I don't like ultimatums, blackmail...or the dark. And Themis...lovely Themis...she would have a fit if she found out what happened. So."

A spear of light appeared in his free hand...and he would stab her in the heart. Kiyr would feel pain- equal to that of the pain she felt when her soul was under attack and fused with Levi. But this time, she couldn't pass out. She would feel the pain start in her chest...and spread throughout her body. His deep voice would resonate throughout her mind.

"He'll come for you, Sunflare, and when he does...he will find the light on your soul like a crack-less, steel glass. Iron and Concrete and Brick. Stone unending. No hand- not a God, titan or even the hand of death itself will take your soul until the fates decree. And those who try will lose their hand. I give you the gift of a Titan Circle."

As he finished speaking...the pain would ebb into a warmth and she would feel a sort of second skin around an unseen circle just under her heart, about the size of a half dollar but in the shape of a ball. Yet nothing would be there when she touched it, and none but a God or Titan who moved to take it would see the protection.

If she stood, he would still be there, staring off into the sun.

"I have done as you have asked, my love. Let Pan do the rest."

It was spoken under his breath...but still audible.


OOC:

Kiyr gains-

Titans Circle: +5 Con

This item can be put into any free slot, and is non tradeable, not sell-able, not able to give as a gift.

Power: This item protects the users soul from attack and taking, before the persons due time. If any God, titan or otherwise attempts to take the Soul, knowing that this protection is in place, the hand with which they stretch out to take it will be severed at the wrist. This protection is generally surrounding the soul of a Titan, and can only be transferred by a titan, or taken back by the same titan that gave it.

Power 2: Until the Fates infer a time of death on Kiyr Barrial, or unless she is killed in battle, she will not age, and is considered "immortal." She cannot die of old age.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Kyrie didn't look away as Hyperion spoke, didn't move as he walked towards her. If anything, she figured as much that he would take the protection he had once bestowed upon her. Her gaze was full of concern and sorrow and guilt. If Hyperion hadn't helped her, if she had simply taken her chances, he and Themis wouldn't be exiled.

Themis wouldn't have lost her soul.

Regardless of the duo's choices, the bottom line was that she was the cause. Another relationship, torn - but in a much different way, one more readily fixable - because of her..? As he reached down, she bowed her head; by him spitting out the replacement toothpick, him taking his old one, at least. And she was right. She felt the sense of fortitude leave her. She didn't sway, but did look back up as he spoke.

When the spear of light appeared in his hand, her eyes shot wide open and she lunged back, the coffee dropping to spill, roll, and leak against the rooftop. But he was too fast for her to get even a foot away before he struck...

...and pain became her world once again.

There was no helping the wordless scream that came from her lips, ripped from her body and lungs as the additional protection she was granted shattered under the onslaught. She fell, back slamming against the roof. Hyperion's voice in her mind didn't take the pain, though she struggled to hear and grasp what he said all the same.

What--what was he saying? Not even Death? The Gods and Titans she could understand, but...but he had just...he had just...

Kyrie didn't even know she'd been crying. But once the pain ebbed and her body warmed though she trembled in her awkwardly sprawled position, she lay, gasping. She could feel something.Her hand slid up and clenched overtop of it, though it was within her body and her hand remained outside.

With a groan, she rolled to her front and slowly found her feet. Unsteadily, she found her balance and then looked to Hyperion, eyes lit with the hurt she was going through...as well as panic.

"Pan..? Who..? What will Pan do? ...are you not...taking me to Khaos?"

If she could do anything for him...she wanted to help Themis regain her soul and be restored to him.

Didn't that seem to be her lot in life?

[David B.]

Hyperion looked back at her, before starting to walk off.

"Of course I'm not. Fuck Khaos. I'm gonna go stick my sword in him or die trying."

And he would head off to do so!

[Kyrie Blaze]

Kyrie looked dismayed at his words and quickly stepped forwards, displeased that her balance hadn't been fully regained as she felt unstable, still.

It would pass, but it was an annoyance right this moment.

"Wait, Hyperion-- Themis suffered for your choice to help me. So, what can I do to help restore her to her rightful state?"

[David B.]

Hyperion paused....then turned toward her, sticking his hands in his pockets. He thought to himself for a moment, before walking over to her. He looked her over...then let out a deep breath. He brought his left hand up to the index finger of his right hand, and ran his fingertips over a ring.

Hyperion had given many gifts in his life. None were as important as this, and he was unsure if he should entrust it to her.

"How strong are you?"

He studied her carefully.

[Kyrie Blaze]

The question...meant he would likely need her to fight, so she thought.

"I do not have the strength of you and yours," She carefully began, but honestly so. She looked up, quietly, her own troubles momentarily displaced, though some of it still lingered in her gaze. "Or even that of an Elder, though I grow closer to attaining a strength on par with theirs."

She shook her head, but didn't stop.

"I know that...I am strong enough to endure all that which life has set upon my shoulders - and everything that comes in the future - for that which matters most to me."

It seemed, to her, brave. Far braver than she felt before Hyperion had come and she was running from her heartbreak and thoughts.

But it was still absolute truth.

[David B.]

Hyperion looked about the flattened rooftop. He turned his eyes back to her. He pulled the ring from his index finger- and though he removed it, light shimmered around the empty place on his hand, before forming another one that looked just like the first.

A fake.

"This object...is more important to the Titans than life. It comes with much fear to us. I'll give it to you...to safeguard. If you can solve the riddle, of course."

He would look back up at her.


"I am, in truth, a yellow fork
From tables in the sky
By inadvertent fingers dropped
The awful cutlery.
Of mansions never quite disclosed
And never quite concealed
The apparatus of the dark
To ignorance revealed."

He waited.

[Kyrie Blaze]

The blonde blinked, curious, as Hyperion scanned the area, and the rooftop, and then took off his ring. Kyrie admitted to being somewhat puzzled before he began to speak, and then her gaze wavered between the ring in his hand...and his face.

Much fear to the Titans? A riddle?

Something sparked in her; she liked riddles. But still she was cautious. If it was so important...

Her eyes fell to the ring, scrutinizing it as he began to speak the words of the riddle. The first two lines she took in, and then glanced to the heavens. A gold fork, maybe...but from storms came lightning, which could be termed as yellow, and split to fly from 'tables' in the sky. She knew of no other yellow forks that fell from the sky.

She was quietly thoughtful as he finished. Cutlery from mansions in the sky, never quite disclosed or concealed. Her brow furrowed. The apparatus of the dark, to ignorance revealed.

She looked to the sky in the early light, the clouds. She was certain she was correct on the first part being lightning. Zeus was reputed to throw lightning from the sky in storms. The Mount Olympus of old was, of course, reputed to extend into the clouds. The apparatus of the dark was throwing her off, though.

The slight lines of her brow deepened a little before her gaze turned back to the ring. Light and dark. Two halves, one whole, connected--that was interesting. Her expression smoothed to curiosity for a moment; though that wasn't necessarily what she had to focus on at present. Say it was Zeus throwing lightning. The apparatus of the dark, then...was a reference to Zeus? To ignorance revealed... He was referring to Zeus, she knew that. Just like lightning, she knew, was correct.

The fear...

The fear was her biggest hint and the biggest connection. He was entrusting a ring to her to safeguard. From who? The Gods. Because the Gods - Zeus, with his lightning - had locked them all in Tartarus, to the Lore of Greek Mythology. Hence the fear. It was strong enough to make even the Titans fear--and fear being locked back in Tartarus.

Kyrie's eyes widened, shooting up to Hyperion.

The Ring was the Weapon. Zeus' Weapon. Lightning, as she thought, but not just lightning. What the ring was, was Zeus' Weapon, just in this form: a circle of unending power.

Her lips parted, as though she would speak, though she didn't. Her blue eyes flickered as she held Hyperion's gaze. He would trust her with that? She could bring them all to their knees--Titans and Gods and others alike.

[David B.]

Hyperion studied her eyes as she got what he was waiting for.

Without waiting for a reply, he slipped it on the index finger of her right hand. Once she looked at it, it would seem to flash blue with electricity, crackling under the surface.

"I plan to kill him. If I fail, as long as he things I have this...he won't be able to kill me. Even if he discovers my deception he'll want to know where it went. Even against him, this thing could do much harm. Keep it secret. Keep it safe."

He would then turn and go, drawing his sword and vanishing in a flash of light.

OOC:

Item gifted:

Thunderbolt of the Godking

All bonuses, powers and abilities of this weapon become known to Kiyr the moment Hyperion is gone. The boosts she adds can be put into her sig and bio, however.