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Thread: Brotherly Love -P- (Ladydark/Grimm666)

Dustin smiles softly as he opens the door after he got no answer, he slowly steps up to the bed and pets Jade. So... He's finally fallen asleep... Did you help with that... He smiles again and looks over his brother, he looked so small, curled up like he was, he sighs softly and runs his fingers through his hair. You never should have taken that call... I'm sorry Noel... I should have been there... He leans down and kisses his forehead, he'd let him sleep until dinner was ready, he stood and left the room again. He heads to his room to change out of his formal clothes, he pulls on a pair of sweets and a tank top before going to check the food.
Thread: Brotherly Love -P- (Ladydark/Grimm666)

Noel slept for about an hour, waking up and yawning as he slowly sat up and looked around. He sighed and rubbed his eyes, remembering where he was and reached to pet Jade who was still laying beside him. I guess this is going to be our home for a while... he said to the feline, earning a soft mewl from her. He shrugged and got up, going to his clothes and changing into a pair of lounge pants and a t-shirt. He put the clothes he had worn to the funeral aside, debating on what to do with them but, his thoughts were pushed aside when his stomach growled and he blushed, making his way to the kitchen.
Thread: Brotherly Love -P- (Ladydark/Grimm666)

Dustin was just dishing out the stew when Noel walked in, he smiles softly I was just gonna come wake you... Did you sleep ok? He picks up the bowls and heads to the table, setting them down, he moves to get his glass and wine. What would you like to drink... I know you don't like alcohol... Or has that changed? He sets his glass down and opens the bottle, filling his glass and setting the bottle down, ready to go and get Noel something else.
Thread: Brotherly Love -P- (Ladydark/Grimm666)

Noel looked at the pot of stew then to Dustin. I slept ok... he said as he went to go sit at the table. He frowned at the mention of wine and shook his head, looking at the bowl in front of him. If you have soda or juice, I'll take that instead... he murmured, staring at the bowl of stew. Sure, he was hungry but, he didn't want to eat. He also knew his brother would probably be upset if he didn't eat so, he decided to simply force himself. It didn't taste bad so, it wasn't a huge issue.
Thread: Brotherly Love -P- (Ladydark/Grimm666)

Juice it is then... Go on, eat up... I know it's not the same as mom's... But it is her recipe... And I did my best... He soon returned from the kitchen with a glass of juice and set it down by him, then returns to his seat and takes it. Well... How is it? He stirs his and soon tries it himself Mm... I don't think I did too bad... I wasn't sure if you'd want any... But I put some pie to warm in the oven... He tried to keep a light conversation during dinner, but Noel still seemed so lost. After dinner, Dustin cleared the table and set the dishes into the sink for later, then heads back to the table. Ok... Will you join me in the living room... I'd like to talk with you... He rubs his back softly before heading into the living room, he starts a fire and pulls out a large album. He waits for Noel and pats the seat next to him, he smiles softly I took this from the house... I'd like to go through it... And see what I've missed over the last few years... He takes his hand and squeezes it I'm sorry I wasn't there...
Thread: Brotherly Love -P- (Ladydark/Grimm666)

Noel ate his food, enjoying it a little more knowing it was his mothers recipe, even though it wasn't his mother who had made it. It's good... he said softly, not looking up from his bowl. He felt as if he let his gaze meet his brothers at any point, he would break down and he really didn't want to. Not again. He pushed the thoughts from his head and finished his food, helping Dustin to clear the table once they had finished. He drank his juice and nodded at his brothers request to join him in the living room, setting his glass in the sink before following. He sat on the couch and looked to the fire, shivering slightly at the slight change in temperature in the room. He folded his hands in his lap and looked to Dustin then the album. I don't... I don't want to look at it.. he said, pulling his hand away and looking down at his lap. He didn't want to seem so selfish but, right now, it would be too much for him to handle.
Thread: Brotherly Love -P- (Ladydark/Grimm666)

Dustin sighs softly and sets the book on the nearby table, he turns to Noel slightly and gives the boy a look over. Noel... You haven't looked at me for more then a few seconds all day... You've barely spoken to me... And I can completely understand why... But bottling it up and hiding it away... Won't help any... And when I said my goodbyes... I promised them I'd take care of you... I intend to keep that promise... He gently sets Jade on the couch and pulls Noel into his lap, he was small for his age, he wraps his arms around him slowly and hugs him close. I miss them too... You don't have to hide it from me...
Thread: Brotherly Love -P- (Ladydark/Grimm666)

Noel didn't fight his brother when he pulled him onto his lap. He closed his eyes and shook his head, balling his hands into fists as he fought the urge to cry but, it wasn't any use. He hid his face in his brother's shoulder and began to cry. Why...why did they have to die...? he asked, sniffling and gripping onto Dustin's shirt tightly. He felt weak and hated for anyone to see him this way, thinking that Dustin thought he was weak.
Thread: Brotherly Love -P- (Ladydark/Grimm666)

Dustin holds him tighter and runs a hand up into his hair I don't know... But I'm positive they didn't want to leave you yet... He rubs his back and tries to calm him down But no more hiding this... You'll never heal if you don't grieve... He pulls him back slightly and cups his cheek, rubbing his tears and smiles softly I wasn't before... But I'm going to be there for you now... Whatever you need... Even if it's just to cry in my lap... Ok? He wipes his tears again, his brother was a very beautiful young man and his tears just showed how young he still was. He leans closer and softly kisses his forehead, then pulls him into another hug, rubbing his back if he cries again.
Thread: Brotherly Love -P- (Ladydark/Grimm666)

Noel just nodded, feeling just the slightest bit better. Right now, all he wanted to do was be held and comforted by Dustin, even if it wasn't a huge deal to most, it felt nice to him and it was what he needed. He didn't want to feel alone anymore, especially now that their parents were gone. He was scared that he would have had to grieve on his own but, he was lucky to have Dustin there. Thank you... he said softly, sniffling.
Thread: Brotherly Love -P- (Ladydark/Grimm666)

You're welcome... You're my little brother... And I love you... I'm grieving too, in my own way... But I'm here for you now... He slowly runs his fingers through his hair I'm off work for a few days... Then I'm switching to working from home for a while... He tips his chin up slightly and rubs his cheek again We have more to talk about reguarding mom and dads things... Their house... He looks around his living room I wouldn't be opposed to moving there... If that's what you wanted, it's not that far away... He watches him, looking him over slowly, he looked almost lost.
Thread: Brotherly Love -P- (Ladydark/Grimm666)

I...I love you too.. Noel said softly, his cheeks heating up slightly. He wasn't used to his brother being so affectionate with him but, that was mostly due to the fact that the older male wasn't around. He thought about what his brother said about moving back into their parents house and chewed his lip. All of the memories there would cause him to feel down for a while but, he missed it there. Not...not now...but I do want to go back. he said, looking at Dustin.
Thread: Brotherly Love -P- (Ladydark/Grimm666)

Dustin smiles and rubs his back softly Of course not right away... I'm not really ready to go back there just yet myself... He sighs softly and pulls the boy close again We both have grieving to do and things to get used to... He looks to the fire while he holds Noel softly, keeping him close was helping relax himself I really regret not working out our problems... I thought I'd have longer... He sighs again and relaxes back against the couch, still holding his brother close.
Thread: Brotherly Love -P- (Ladydark/Grimm666)

Noel began to feel more relaxed with each passing moment and nodded, enjoying the closeness between the two of them. They missed you a lot... he said after a moment of silence once Dustin finished speaking, closing his eyes and sighing. He wasn't sure what else to say and just sat there, silent. He opened his eyes and looked to the fire, part of him wondering how things ended up this way. He wondered if he could have stopped any of it and, those thoughts alone caused a tear to fall down his cheek which he quickly wiped away.
Thread: Brotherly Love -P- (Ladydark/Grimm666)

He smiles slightly I missed them too... I just... Didn't know how to... Talk with them... He sighs again and tries to relax, but looks down as Noel wipes at his face Hey... I know where your head is leading you... I've thought it myself... There is nothing you could have done... This was an accident... The only one who could have changed this is the other driver... He sits back up slightly again and has Noel look at him The what ifs can go on forever Noel... And it will never change the outcome... He cups his cheek again No matter how much we want it to... He leans closer and rests their foreheads together Its hard I know... But can you promise me... That you won't blame yourself anymore... Please... He stares at him gently, he couldn't help the thought that ran through his mind, his brother was beautiful, he only wanted to make him happy again.
Thread: The Fifty Years' War (FFT RP)

You arent much older than my daughter , Folmalv noted, shaking his head sadly and now here you are, going off to war. Will I repeat this scene again and again? With Meliadoul, and Isilud a few years down the line? How many of Ivalices young will be sacrificed to this war? Lord Tengille? the young knight asked, taken back by the sentimental display form her instructor. Dont mind me, Lydalia. You will do well, if you keep in mind all I have taught you, he assured her, beckoning her to follow. They made their way to the Fortress of Besselat, and he continued, There is but one last test, before I set you out on your own, my apprentice. She certainly looked like an apprentice, with her far too neat and clean battle dress. Navy and cream, with silver cross on her chest and gold trimming, she wore the attire of Ivalices elite nobility. The visage was somewhat betrayed by the brassy twin braids flowed from her head, a last, mocking gift from her Ordallian great grandmother. Still, the blood of ancient Ivalice flowed through her veins, and she was determined to prove that loyalty, in war if need be. Wiegraf, Folmalv called, making his way to the blond knight, and his blond acolyte, It is good to see a familiar face. This is my student, Lydalia Riovanes. Lydalia, this is White Knight Wiegraf Folles. It is an honor, Lord Folles, she acknowledged, and curtsied in respect. You two have been assigned to the same squad , Folmalv explained, motioning to the blond apprentice, and there is one more who should be arriving shortly, and then we will set out.
Thread: The Fifty Years' War (FFT RP)

Pierro Gallo trailed behind his mistress, peering glumly about the fortress as he did. This was not what he'd imagined when he'd been chosen as the apprentice of Calculator Magus Avelia Udinesi. Yes, he had known that the Touten was a knightly order. But he'd assumed that a Calculator Magus was a... an accountant, perhaps. Or, more likely, an Oracle who studied probabilities to determine the likelihood of a prophecy. But no. Calculator Magi were... How many paces since we entered the hall, Pierro? Mistress Avelia asked cheerily. Four hundred and... twelve? he answered, half-guessing. She sighed at that. Four hundred nine, she responded patiently. And the significance of that is..? The eighty-first prime number, he responded automatically. And 81 is the fourth power of the second prime. Her grin of delight was unfeigned at that final remark. Excellent! But remain aware of the numbers, Pierro. Our universe is built upon mathematics, after all. Existence and nonexistence, something and nothing, combined in pairs and triplets and quaternaries and octals which describe the nature of reality to those with eyes to see. And a Calculator Magus can read and interpret - and change - that description! He nodded, although he knew he was a long way from understanding. His training to date had been in alchemy, and in learning how to walk correctly in a perfect 37-inch stride, and in observation. And in math, of course. Far beyond simple addition and subtraction into multiplication and division, and then into geometry and the calculus. And theology, for the Calculator Magus must also understand the nature of the kami and the heavens. Sir Weigraf! his Mistress called, interrupting his thoughts. Sir Tengille! As he watched, she darted forward precisely 57 steps and embraced one before shaking the other's hand. She should have looked out of place, her simple clothing contrasting with the elegant uniforms of the other two knights, but Mistress Avelia wore her iconoclasm as a badge of honor. It's good to see you two again! And these are your apprentices? Wonderful! Come, let me introduce you to my own!
Thread: The Fifty Years' War (FFT RP)

Little did they know the group was actually followed. A little band of moogles holed themselves up in this fortress,thinking it was abandoned of course. Kupo... a little whisper came from a seemingly empty barrel with a red pom-pom wiggling about. It wobbled about until it fell over and out rolled a moogle, one of several that had shown themselves along with a curvy blonde female hume. I smell chocobo...kweh? she said gently, until she noticed the other units. Ahh...we have company, kupo! she stated, her speech different from the others thus far. Mog what do we do, Kupo? she asked the biggest Moogle there who seemed to be the leader of the bunch. We'll just wait and see what they do, Kupo, we don't even know what they plan to do here. Molina listened to this and nodded. Alright then...kweh.
Thread: The Fifty Years' War (FFT RP)

Lydalia took note of the other two apprentices, young men around her same age. Wiefgrafs apprentice was equipped similarly to herself, sword and shield, and also carrying a staff. It seemed a bit odd, but Lord Tengille had warned her that some knights would target an opponents equipment directly. In which case, having a back up weapon would prove invaluable. She nodded in approval at this choice, deciding she should also look into carrying a secondary weapon, when she got a chance. The other man had a knife and vials on his belt. Potions, she recognized some, but not the others. A chemist then. Lydalia considered this. It wouldnt be her choice, but not everyone was suited to the sword. Someone needed to fight on the front lines, and someone else needed to tend to the medicine. It was her duty as a noble to fight, to meet the enemy face to face. A good squad would balance the skills and gifts of each member, to cover their weakness and build upon their strengths. Before any further conversation could continue, Ordallian troops made themselves known. Outnumbering them, and clearly girded for war, it would be a difficult battle. Difficult, but not impossible, so long as the group could manage to work as a team. Rushing into the front lines was foolish, but she was never going to make a name for herself on the back lines. Afterall, she wasnt mistress Avelia, who could manipulate the battlefield from anywhere. Still, she had to figure out something. If only there was a way to get them to rush, then they could have the advantage. That was it! She picked up a fist sized rock from the ground and hurled it at one of the knights. With a thud, it hit him square in the temple, blood tricking down the mans face. Angrily, her opponent charged, his own sword above his head. She braced for the blow, forearm absorbing much of the force as he brought down his weapon. She struck back with a tackle into his gut, knocking him off balance before striking with her own sword. The man lay dead before her, her first kill. The first step to bringing glory to the Riovanes name. Very good, Lydalia, Folmalv praised, Lure your enemy from their advantageous position, into one that is advantageous to you. Isolate your opponent, and finish them without mercy. He advanced now, and she took just a moment to examine her forearm before following. A shallow cut, not deep enough to interfere with wielding her sword. Up ahead, Folmalv used one of his fabled sword techniques, striking the archers from afar with blue light and stunning two of them, Advance now, while the archers are disabled!
Thread: The Fifty Years' War (FFT RP)

There was no time for introductions. Even as Sir Wiegraf acknowledged Lady Avelia's greetings, Piero saw her glance around sharply. Calculator Magi were trained to constant observation, and she'd clearly noticed something. But what, he wondered as he looked around himself. What had she seen? It was Sir Wiegraf who provided the answer, shouting warning of an ambush as archers and knights emerged into view. How tall are the walls? Lady Avelia asked calmly, moving 7 steps backwards to keep the knights between herself and the oncoming enemies. Is this really the time..? Piero asked, terrified and disbelieving. They were under attack, and she was still teaching ? How tall? she repeated, unslinging her Mithril Whip as she spoke. He glanced at it, swallowing hard and estimating, then flinched as Sir Folmalv slashed the air and blue light stunned two of the archers. Uhm.. 45 feet, he managed, trying not to watch the enemy knights charging towards them. A multiple of three and of five. Well spotted, Mistress Avelia said, approvingly. Now... The pitch of her voice changed, and unseen winds stirred her clothes. Fira! Mana surged as she rewrote part of the source description of the world, and flame erupted along the battlements. The archers and the chemist screamed as they transformed into living pyres, collapsing before his stunned gaze. Then a woman was on him, unarmed and hard-eyed, leaping into him and driving a foot into his gut. Piero staggered backwards, feeling pain lance through his chest as two of his ribs cracked. As she closed in, he fumbled his blade from it's scabbard - sixteen inches of single-edged blade, two short to be considered a sword but far too long to be a simple tool. The monk closed in again, throwing a complex array of punches. It was more luck than skill that kept them from connecting as he stumbled backwards, desperately waving his knife in an attempt to parry. At one point, he felt the sickly crunch of steel edge parting flesh, and suddenly the monk stopped short. He watched, heart pounding, as she looked wildly about with eyes filmed over. The alchemical treatment of the Blind Blade had done it's work. Nerving himself, Piero gripped the hilt with a clammy, sweat-slick hand. For... for Ivalice!' he shouted, driving the dagger into the nearly-defenseless monk's belly.
Thread: The Fifty Years' War (FFT RP)

Molina just watched the fight from the highest point in the fortress, it seemed no one was aware of the band of Moogles hiding up there. Ohh, look at them go at it, kupo...what are they fighting over? Molina tilted her head as she looked out of the window.
Thread: The Fifty Years' War (FFT RP)

huh, the fighting started already eh? the voice rang out from behind the frontline as one more young man rode up and hopped off his chocobo. finding a slightly elevated position behind the Squires and mentors he pulled out his bow, deciding to make those disabled Archers his first targets as picking them off should take the pressure off their own frontline. let's see if my Bio shot does is thing as good as it always does.
Thread: The Fifty Years' War (FFT RP)

Before Lydalia could face off with anymore knights, the battle was over, thanks to the arrival of more allies. A female knight and her squire, an archer as well as a young woman and aMoogle? Lydalia blinked a few times at that. She had understood that moogles were extinct beings, whose spirits could be called upon by summoners. But it was gone before she could question it, and really, there were more important matters to attend to, at the moment. Turning, she checked on the chemist, having heard sounds of struggle from that direction, after the monk charged past her while she traded blows with the knight. He seemed okay, if a bit shaken up and winded. Still, she offered him a hand up, I think one of our comrades needs healing up ahead. Or, at least I hope she is a comrade. If nothing else, she is an enemy of my enemy. Our enemy. Not including the Masters, there were now six of them, though it seemed the woman in the barrel was merely a commoner who got mixed up in the battle and hid here for safety. Still, not counting that woman, it seemed they were up to four squires, and a chemist. In the aftermath of the battle it only made sense to group and take stock of their situation. Still, Lydalia took the moment to gloat. The Ordallian scum doesnt stand a chance before the might of Ivalice! she declared in triumph of their combined victory, spitting on the body of a nearby enemy. We worked well together, and I am sure we can bring even more glory to our home and our names as a unit. Since the ambush got in the way of introductions, along me to begin, Lydalia Riovanes.
Thread: The Fifty Years' War (FFT RP)

As suddenly as it started, it was over. Piero sat, pale and shaking and struggling with nausea, still gripping the bloody Blind Blade in his hand. Apprenticeship hadn't prepared him for this. It had been mostly theory, learning alchemy and the fundamental concepts of magic, and some weapons training. But this had been his first fight. He'd expected... hell, he didn't know what he'd expected. It was a relief when the red-haired apprentice to Sir Tengille pulled him to his feet and pointed him at the axe-wielding new arrival. Action - in this case, doing what he'd trained to do - helped ease the feeling of pounding terror and confusion. Her wound proved to be ugly and bloody, but shallow. Hold still, he said, threading a needle. This'll hurt, but if I don't stitch it up it'll scar badly. Cleaning blood away once more, he set to work. Tell me, he said, talking as a distraction from the needlework, are you part of our unit? Oh, and I forget my manners. I'm Piero Gallo, apprentice to Calculator Mage Avelia Udinesi and the squad medic. With that, he tied off the stitches and cut the thread. Oh, and we're done. Nearby, the redhead was talking of glory and the might of Ivalice. Stirring, patriotic words that made him nod in agreement. They had done well, hadn't they? Still... i'm sure we will, Squire Lydalia. Now get over here and let me see that arm. You won't find much glory if that cut festers.
Thread: The Fifty Years' War (FFT RP)

Molina could only blink at all that happened, it went a little too fast for the blonde, but she could make out that pom-pom as the guy ran away with her mentor. Having no idea what he'd want with a moogle, but he wasn't getting away with it for long. Uhhhmmm...what just happened, kupo? she asked no one in particular as she looked at the rest of the group who seemed more occupied with their own problems. Uhhh.... she did feel a little dizzy from all this commotion, Who were those people..who are you? and why are you in my home, kupo? she stood there, hands on her hips, making that shapely pair of hers wobble some.