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Outside of the room, Calvin waited... and waited. His patience slowly melted away, slipping through his fingers. After having put on the new pair of pants, Telvern fastened his belt around his waist, a belt which carried his summoning pouch. The next piece to this fashion puzzle came in a black cotton coat, one that had a single button at just above Telvern's sternum.

The garment was long, reaching his ankles. Its sleeves cuffed in a barrel-shaped style, its edges hung with a frill embroidery. He put the coat around his shoulders, then pushed one arm through one sleeve. His left arm through its left sleeve, his right arm through its right. He shook his shoulders, grasping the inside edges of the coat to fit it more comfortably around him.

His finger nimbly pushed that sole button through the hole in one shot, then fixed his coat's collar so that it's more natural and appropriate, it stood just below his undershirt's collar. His hands reached around his waist, finding his summoning pouch now beneath clothing hard to get used to. A pair of long, leather boots to the right of the drawer drew in Telvern's eyes, causing him to begin taking off his shoes.

He quickly threw on those leather boots, a little tight on the toes, Telvern thought, but still pretty decent. Last but certainly not least, a small case laying just at the top of the drawer. His left hand pushed forward, clenching tightly into that small case. He drew it closer to him, his other hand reaching over.

A small button to the middle of its front side attracted Telvern's finger, beckoning for his touch. Telvern pressed the button into the case, popping it open. Revealed to him now was a pair of glasses, no dust resided upon their oval-shaped frames. With the speed of a eager thief's hand to a rich man's pocket, Telvern's hand swiftly pulled the glasses out from their grave.
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A little smudgy, the genius thought, so he put the edge of his coat to them. Wiping them until they were good enough as far as he could tell, it was time to be able to properly see once more. He placed them around his head, hugging his head and face. Still a perfect fit, even after the years. He could see himself in the mirror, his impaired vision restored.

The genius just took a moment to look upon himself, reflecting upon everything as he peered onward. His voice uttered a very soft chuckle, its sound towards himself. "Eight years," he said to himself. "Eight years and almost nothing seems to have changed..."

Disappointed, he seemed, letting out a heavyhearted sigh. His steely brown eyes were incapable of helping themselves, he glanced at every single centimeter of this place, this place of which he was very much acquainted with. The stone having seen better days, its age finally taken its toll. Realizing that he simply could no longer waste anymore time, he knew it was time to depart this place.

... But he then looked down at his bloodied clothes, unable to just leave them upon the floor. He quickly scooped up his old chemise, folded it up neatly, and then placed it atop the drawer. He did the exact same thing to his old doublet and pants, letting them rest on top of the chemise. He looked at it for a moment, making sure all was correct. That's good enough, Telvern firmly believed.

He took one final pause, thoughts lanced through him and his defenses like he were a careless matador. It only took a single look back at his reflection, recollecting all the steps he took to get to this point. The genius couldn't do it anymore, all the lies and betrayal. With that moment, he quickly swiped his right hand across the air above the candle's flame. The room went black, his hand having extinguished the small spark.
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Retreating back upstairs and into the room like a step into paradise, the dark-robed youth did as he was told. He stood watch over Raphael, who still was incapable of doing anything except breathing... and he almost rejected that idea entirely. Daevarro stood loyally at his side, unmoving, solid.

Although his cause noble, Daevarro felt the sting of glares upon his dark gray garb. His hazel eyes avoided all those who were disgusted by his presence, all of them like an unsatisfied crowd savagely casting down its disapproval, pelting him with cruel whispers like rocks, injuring him. The young man simply pushed those harsh weapons aside, not desiring at all to start a fight with anyone.

He instead turned to Raphael, still unable to break through the utterly overwhelming sorrow and despair that brutally swept him off of his feet. People hissed horrible words about Daevarro in a language he couldn't understand, whispering to one another. Shinon, standing just off to Daevarro's right, couldn't help but to catch all of it.

Cross-armed and eyes beaming with heated anger, he glanced upon those some who judged harshly the dark-robed young man. "What, afraid to talk bad about him in a language he can understand?" Shinon growled, scrolling his eyes to everyone as they looked to him. "Cowards, the whole lot of you, judging everything before you know anything. Ain't you got anything better to do!?"

"Shinon," Daevarro said, standing up, causing the archer's head to turn in his direction. The young man shook his head, disapproving. "please stop."

"You're kidding me, right?" replied Shinon, showcasing his own discontent. "You're just gonna let these zealots talk about you like that?"

Daevarro shook his head. "Yes," he responded. "Words are just words, they can't hurt you unless you let them."
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Shinon turned his head away, shaking it side-to-side in frustration. Out from the doorway to Daevarro's right came Calvin and Telvern, the lazy assassin turning his eyes to Shinon. "Goodness, I could 'ear ya shoutin' from halfway up the stairs," he said, walking over to the two. "Ain't ya ever not up-in-arms, pal?"

Shinon turned his gaze to Calvin, shrugging his shoulders. "You said "make yourselves at home,"" the archer answered, spoken in an almost joke-like matter.

"Ya find bein' at 'ome ta be yellin'?" questioned curiously did the assassin, raising with an eyebrow.

"What can I say?" Shinon made a quick reply, not making an excuse for his outburst. "Trust me, stick around gods who put you down all day, you'll be the same."

While Calvin and Shinon continued on their conversation, from behind them, Telvern stepped over to Raphael. In his hands, he appeared to be carrying clothing. A sort of white, long sleeved shirt, similar to what Telvern was wearing under his coat. This was among a pair of dark gray slacks and dark gray leather cuffed boots, all tucked neatly in Telvern's arms.

The hopeless young man reacted to the genius' sudden appearance, his hollow purple eyes shifted upwards. Telvern knelt down in front of him, trying now to get through to him. "Come on," he said, holding the clothes out to Raphael. "put these on, get out of those bloody rags."

It took a moment or two for Raphael's hands to reach out, clenching onto the rope of life which tempted his fingers. He grabbed onto that cloth tightly, its white body appeared blurry in his soulless irises. Showing a fight for survival still waged on inside of this young man, Telvern helped Raphael up to his feet.
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It took a wide deal of effort, like building back up a statue that had succumb to age, but the genius managed to raise the silver-haired young man up from his early grave. Off to Raphael's right, Daevarro watched on. He let out a very light hint of a smile the moment Raphael rose, glad to see the young man back on his feet.

Telvern then turned to his right, down towards a narrow hallway aligned with torches and doors. He then looked back upon Raphael, who sluggishly fixed his gaze to him. "Follow me," Telvern suggested, recoiling his head back to his front. His boots pounded then against the floor, singing the same, repetitive song across the soundwaves.

Raphael did do as Telvern instructed, being shepherded by the genius. Quietly did he follow, face hanging low and eyes dangling down. Barely a few steps into the hallway, Telvern's pale skinned hand reached for the first door to his right. The door's hand was a handle, one of which the genius pulled until it released.

A sharp, eerie screech did rupture from that door's voice. Its jaws loosen, revealing its insides to the silver-haired young man. He simply stepped on in, not giving much of a care to anything. The genius slowly closed the door shut behind him, leaving him there to himself. In the process of this action, Telvern questioned whether leaving him alone was a good idea. But he knew he had to put faith in him, hoping he knew that the war for him was over.

A heavy, loud thud confirmed the door's closure. After such a noise came and went, Telvern's body became animated once more. He walked back into the entrance room, seeing a buzz of action all around the room. Telvern stood there, basked in the warm yet harsh sunlight that trickled down upon him. His eyes ever skyward, his eyes like drills meant only to pierce the heavens.
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His mind a library just after an explosion, his thoughts the ravaged books and burnt away sheets of paper that fluttered haplessly, bound for the earth. To live only with heavy regrets, could he even muster the courage to face them? And an even bigger confrontation looming over the horizon, did he even have the heart to confess the truth to Raphael, to all of them? Would telling them the reason for his betrayal even matter?

He felt as the seconds slipped silently right out from his fingers, slowly losing all control over anything. Seconds bled out into minutes, quickly swelling up its banks. A minute or two had passed as far as Telvern could tell, but who knew in truth? From across the room, his ears heard distant echoes, growing stronger and then even more so.

From the long hallway of statues came the man from earlier, Shakir. He was followed by several others, all of them wearing the same type of black, hooded coat and white shirt underneath, similar to Telvern, except Shakir himself. Another familiar face was among the group, that old merchant from Al Kharid.

Calvin smirked, seeing as his brothers and sisters arrive, coming closer to them as they did to him. "Julasit, Paladimris áljin a Lazolu," Calvin welcomed happily, speaking once more in that foreign language.

Standing abreast in this five person row, every single man and woman bowed their heads at the moment of Calvin's words. "As to you, Kéz," they all replied in unison.

Calvin turned to that old man from the desert city, shaking his head. "Good work, Keresk*," the assassin proudly commended, then looking out to the rest of his people. "All righty, folks. I'm sure good ol' Kereske an' Shakir 'ere filled ya 'n on dose details, right?"
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20-Nov-2014 20:14:27

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After putting up for display his happiness of his group's swift pace, Calvin took a quick spin around. His pale blue eyes now gazed upon what was beyond him, facing the back-most wall with the statue of Lamia. His feet stepped forward, bouncing off of the stone-tiles that were partially submerged under sand.

His body came into the light, put down under the glistering thumb of the almighty sun. Its heat intense, but nothing this assassin wasn't already very familiar to. He shuffled his head from left to right, looking at his kind. All took notice of his footsteps bounced up and down these halls, their eyes drawn to him like a moth to the midnight sun. "Dimri áljin a Lazolu," he spoke out once more, saying words spoken previously. "Please gather, gather 'ere an' listen well."

Doing as told, the other black robes within the room lent Calvin their ears. They dropped whatever it was that they were doing, closing in on the assassin and giving him their utmost attention. So much focus poured upon him like a hot spotlight, they could remember every single word even after an day's passing.

Calvin shuffled his head across the growing body of people, close to a hundred assembled. Telvern stood just off to Calvin's left, glancing down on top of him. "Everyone, it’s time," said the lazy assassin to his people, speaking words barely anyone expected to hear. Loud conversation broke out from the crowd, hushed voices rapidly shooting out questions to one another. "As y'all might-a guessed 'cause-a what I just said, the Resistance 'as fallen, taken out by the Imperial Kingdom just the other night."
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Hearing it mentioned just made everyone who survived cringe, saddened and sickened by the events and the recollections that now rushed by them. Regardless, every black robe returned their attention back onto Calvin, whose pale blue eyes scanned everyone and everybody. "Now, we ain't got no choice but ta get our 'ands dirty," he went on to explain. “So, anybody willin’ ta keep up their end-a the deal, follow me. Ta any not willin’, I ain’t gonna call ya a coward.”

Arriving at the end of his words, Calvin began walking over to his right. The entire crowd began following just behind him, even some younger ones. Along his way, his ears caught wind of the steady drumroll behind him, a harmonic sound like the sound of a heavy rain hitting the earth. He smiled, ridding himself of his serious persona, just glad that he and his small group were not alone in this reckless abandon.

Finally, Calvin and this crowd found themselves around a table at the northeastern side of the room. An old table, cobwebs and dust accumulated like snow upon its body. Telvern was at the front of the crowd, hearing as Shinon pushed his way through. He squirmed around a dozen that surrounded this small space, breaching through into the center.

Daevarro stood where he was, just off to the left of the entrance leading into the hallway. He perhaps did not want to have a hand in this, yet something was lashing out at him, pulling at him to get over there and get involved. The more he saw the crowd gather, the more this feeling yanked at him. He peeled his ears, allowing his Solasúian senses to help ease his hampering.

Nailed into the old table was a long sheet of paper, a detailed map of the entirety of the country of Governanti. It spanned from the sandy hills of the Kharidian Desert, to the old countries of Misthalin and Asgarnia. The countries east, north, and westward -- even the islands -- did not reside upon this map, perhaps forsaken after the gods' invasion of this world.
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The color of this paper was faded, its skin now golden-brown with a few stains. Everyone huddled in really close, Calvin stood hunched over the table, his hands planted upon its weathered frame. But his vision couldn't help but to catch two that shouldn't be in this pile, those two being Telvern and Shinon. His face wore a curious look, poked with intrigue. "I certainly 'ope y'all ain't gettin' in on dis," said Calvin, shuffling looks between the two. "Neither-a ya gotta sacrifice anymore than ya already 'ave, y'know?"

The large flock of eyes quickly located the two in question, getting glued to them as Calvin was. Shinon simply crossed his arms, giving Calvin a dagger-like look. "This isn't your decision to make," he boldly informed the lazy assassin. "I have my own reasons for wanting to keep on fighting."

Calvin's head shook then, digesting the archer's conviction and desire to continue on his fight. "Gotcha," he understood, then slowly pulling his gaze over upon the genius. As Calvin's pale blue eyes found Telvern, so too did the eyes of the crowd. Some knew well of the man their eyes did peer upon, some were disgusted with the traitor in their midst. "Well, egghead... What say ya? Ya ain't gotta be 'ere, yer betta off lookin' afta Raphy."

The environment heated, every black robe knowing who exactly it was that stood in their presence. Their peering, prying eyes weighing heavily down upon Telvern's shoulders, their lips quivering with utter eagerness to just say something. "I am," returned the genius, his voice ripping through the harsh threshold. His brown gaze earnest, intense, taking it to the assassin. "Sitting here and hiding isn't going to ensure Raphael's safety, action will."
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Calvin's shoulders pushed up, shrugging. "Guess I can't argue wit' dat," he said, agreeing with the genius. His serious look returning, turning to his gaze right, and then again to his left. "All righty... As ya might-a guessed. dis map 'ere shows the entirety-a the Imperial Kingdom-a Governanti's reach..."

Calvin went on, his finger pointing out key points throughout the map before him. The converse of words stormed ever onward, but in its midst, that screech of a door eerily opening made its presence felt once more. Raphael stepped out of the room, very slowly closing the door behind him. A click took to the air, pushing out like a pulse across water.

His ears hit with the sound of Calvin's voice, demanding the eyes and ears of everyone like an attention-starved authority. His purple eyes lunged upwards, seeing the large congregation of folks having gathered over in that corner. Raphael, now dressed in a loose-fitting white shirt with a tall collar, a pair of dark gray slacks and cuffed boots, began to walk over towards where he stood before.

The dark robed young man had taken notice of Raphael's appearance, returning from the room which Telvern brought him to. Daevarro, standing up, turned his hazel gaze to his friend. "Hey," he greeted with a soft tone.

"...What are they doing?" Raphael asked, standing near Daevarro now, but kept his gaze towards the gathering of black.

"Planning, I would guess," the dark robed young man answered.

"For what?"

"To continue fighting," Daevarro responded, causing Raphael to very swiftly spin towards Daevarro, a perplexed expression on his face. "I remember reading about it in one of the books Calvin gave me the last time we came here. They intend on fighting the Imperial Kingdom, wanting to carry out the wishes of their goddess and wipe out the Barn family name."
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