Traitor....? (Open)

[Onides Une]

Oni felt her chest sink at his question her heart felt heavy she was a bit afraid to say yes. While she knew rumors but it was beyond her legal reach to find out if they were just rumors. What did Damien really want to show her? Her fear choked her but curiosity burned her.

With a heavy gulp she shook her head in agreement to see what he wanted to show her.

[Damien Blaze]

He'd gesture over at his pants, which were folded in the corner. On top of it was a Ring. The clanking of his cuffs was evident as he gestured at it.



"Put that on."

[Onides Une]

She felt strange going to go about it she hesitated greatly.

But she pick up the ring and gave it a look it felt relatively normal and the rough cuts were pleasing in their unique asymmetry. But she was not holding it to admire it...

She with a deep breath slipped it on as it would fit loosely around her slender and shakey fingers...

[Damien Blaze]

As she slipped it on her finger, the world around her would seem to scale backward then zoom forward to darkness. Damien's voice would speak gently.

"One of the Dragons in Territory two possesses the ability to infuse history into objects. Memories into crystals. You...are about to see things nobody has seen for an age, or won't see for many years. Don't be afraid, Oni."

It began with images in her minds eye.



One, she might be familiar with. The man who fought and invaded Cabal. He was wearing a cowl hood, and running through the desert. Behind him were hundreds of men, the image scaling out to see far in the distance. California. She could feel their intent- to bring Cabal into rubble, and leave 259 reeling.



This one- the man from the TV- talking to a doctor.

"And if the Dragons return? What then? We'll be held responsible for a full scale assault on Cabal. I cannot take that risk, nor do I want to. 259 has only ever been our friend and Ally."

The doctor smirked.

"We'll take the risk, General. You just be ready to defend us if the need calls. We have....worked with someone already, and he should be more than capable of completing our task."

The General shook his head.

"I refuse. You do this, and you do it alone." He walked out.



After the doctor and general finished speaking, she saw a flash of that symbol before moving on to-



The dragons, in their day, stirred the pot of battle against one another. It was him, the puppet master, the one evil overlooking them all. Mathew's voice could be heard in a whisper-

"Pfft you guys are just pathetic. And you wonder why I want to take down the pillars. Get rid of all this crap. It's fucking useless, your all fucking useless!"

Another female voice Oni didn't recognize-

"SEAN BARKER, YOU IDIOT-!"



It flashed to a young Leon, thrashing what Oni would instinctively know was an experiment of some kind. Lightning hit the rocks and area's around him with every blow he threw.



A giant mech, ash and dust and desert. Oni would be able to smell blood and smoke. Moans and screams in the distance. A voice talking to themselves. "How could we have known? That a simple snatch and grab would destroy the world...?"



The sound of battle. War. Horsemen plowing through ranks as swords met shields. Laughter. The mechanizations of the future. Damien's voice came back into it.

"Mixtures of the past, present and future come together to show what I'm trying to avoid. If things stay as they are...we're looking at another great war, before the year is done. The people of this continent are not content with how things are. And they'll kill to make it right. What would you do, to save millions?"

Oni would be back in the room, as though she'd never left. But it was now dark outside, and Damien was watching her, quietly.

"I'm sure....you have questions." The ring on her finger would be black now, and smoking.

[Onides Une]

She quickly took off the ring and sat it back quickly relieved it finally ended. She looked to Damien eyes wide and shr placed hands on her chest and lowered to a crouch trying to calm her throbbing heart.

"Hooo boy..." she breathed deeply

[Damien Blaze]

He watched her patiently.

"Deep breaths, little Tiefling. That's just a taste of the shit I've seen."

[Onides Une]

"I've heard a lot of stories from my mother. She was apart of some of that... I thought little of it all this time. But the old papers and reports that were public... They were nice to read." she shook her head. "Certainly not nice to see."

[Damien Blaze]

Damien nodded.

"People romanticize war. They think of the titles, and the accolades. The history and the lore they'll get to pass on as legends. But they never recall the piss and shit that crawls down the legs of the dead. The stink of blood and the moans of the young and dying, barely old enough to wield a blade."

Damien's gaze was far away, as if seeing the past too.

"They thought they solved that with the accords. But all it ended up doing was giving a banner for evil to rally behind."

He'd look to her.

"I'm probably going to be sent back to Territory two. I'd like you to come along."

[Onides Une]

He'd like her to come with him? But... Oh goodness a choice like that... She'd never known anything outside of 259. And her Dad and with someone who is talking traitorous things. She'd be branded just the same.

She looked at him her tail curled around her feet where she crouched. "I don't know if I can do that..." she was doubtful of the likely hood she'd survive out there. "I play adventure strategy games but I've never done anything like that on my own." he'd have to do a bit more convincing on her part. Her personality was one that had been made in a small bubble. Even if she is just realizing things like her parents divorce was rough but certainly couldn't compare to what she just saw.

[Damien Blaze]

"Hmm? Why not?"

He stared at her.

"Once this investigation is over, I'll be cleared of the charges and sent back to face reprimand. That's about it. After that, I'd like to take you to see Umbra. He can probably teach you about your people more than I can. And his training is some of the best in the world."

[Onides Une]

She lifted her head a bit more while she slowly stood. "My people?" she furrowed her brow. "I dont really have a my people..."

[Damien Blaze]

He waved her off.

"Perhaps not. But there are others who's physical form was altered drastically by their Qi, both from birth and from later development. They could be considered your people."

[Onides Une]

She stomped her foot. "I was born looking just like you..." she huffed she wasn't some other race she had pale skin a orange freckles and a much flatter forehead like her all like a ginger and like her father. But she wasn't different like she belonged in a tribe.

She waved herself off this time. She was still wired and frazzled from the surge of memories that were now hers.

She though again about home. Here in 259... "This hospital is incredibly crowded recluse of what you did and many are being sent home to be buried. Can you tell me that that what you are doing will stop or prevent this future?"

[Damien Blaze]

He nodded.

"I'm sorry if what I'm saying doesn't make sense, or like I'm insulting you. What I meant to say, is that there are people out there who were born looking like me too, but through Qi mutation ended up changing. Some look like you. Some look different. But all the mutations have a similar strand of DNA. In effect....they could be considered distant cousins of yours. That's all I meant."

He'd cock a brow.

"Are you trying to intimate that, because people have died, I'm not any better than this future?"

[Onides Une]

She stammered a bit trying to get words together. "W-well no... Actually yes. That is exactly what it looks like to me. In battle fields of the past and the future they looked like the one at the gate here in the present. What you were trying to take will end up being used in any hand you give it to with the same effect." she shook her head.


"I-I am not saying I won't go with you but what difference would it make if the result is the same? If it comes to it I do not want to be on the side that would bring a threat to my father's door and risk losing him. He gave up his life so that I could live mine without my mother weighing me down." she decided to stop rambling on. But it wasnt an easy choice she had to make.


At least it didnt feel like an easy one...not in the slightest. And maybe she figured ahe was asking too much of the world as if it was supposted to make everything fair and equal. As if a dice role and praying to the karma god will not actually give you a crit one when you are a master of your skill.