"I need to talk to you. When we're all outside," he told Tyr shortly with a nod before walking to where Pyra was.
Tyr blinked and wondered what Azur wanted with him. They may have been cousins... or relatives... or something - Tyr wasn't entirely sure how they were related aside from the fact that Tiwaz had a son and Fenrir had a daughter who married one another - but they didn't talk as often as Tyr would have liked.
"Um, okay, Azur," he politely replied, following the group as they left the war room and eventually the palace.
Azur broke away from the group upon going outside and walked down the street, sighing as he did. Tyr looked around - seeming rather conspicuous and suspicious in the process - and ran off to follow him. Tiwaz made a mental note to give Tyr acting lessons in the future.
The dragon man ran up to him and gave him a small smile. "Hey, cuz," he greeted warmly. Despite the fact that he wasn't sure if Azur was actually, technically his cousin, he felt like Azur was close enough to him that he considered him his cousin. Both him and Dunk...
Azur looked over and turned to him. "Mm," he said, nodding and folding his arms. "Fenrir wanted to tell Tiwaz something."
"This ought to be good," said Tiwaz's voice bitterly through Tyr's mouth, the fire god momentarily taking control of Tyr to show that he still wasn't happy with Fenrir for lying to him for all those years. Even if it was justified, Tiwaz was still very stubborn and didn't necessarily agree that it was.
In embarrassment, Tyr quickly cupped his hands over his mouth, in case Tiwaz made any other biting comments. "...Sorry. That was Tiwaz. He's a bit grumpy," Tyr explained from behind his large hands.
Azur rolled his eyes. "He's not the only one..."
"
Azur..." Fenrir chided.
Azur sighed. "Whatever..." he said before turning back to Tyr. "Fenrir wants you and Tiwaz to watch the... kids."
Tyr folded his arms and tilted his head slightly. "The kids...? You mean the digidestined?" he asked, looking over at the humans in question as they left the building with the Peacemakers.
"
The so-called Digidestined," Tiwaz corrected.
Azur waited for Fenrir to confirm Tyr's question, which he soon did. "Mhm," Azur replied.
Tyr nodded. "Oh. Tiwaz was already planning to. He doesn't trust them either," he explained.
"
...It's not for that reason," Fenrir told Azur.
Azur raised an eyebrow at his ancestor's words. "...Fenrir says he wants you watch them for another reason."
Tiwaz, talking through Tyr again, spoke up. "Another reason?" he asked curiously. Azur rubbed the back of his neck, getting unnerved by Tiwaz's voice coming out of Tyr's body; he was also glad that Fenrir couldn't do that with him.
"The prophecy stated seven innocents. Though they may not be 'innocent' in a way that they're free from the bad deeds they have done, they
are chosen by the angels," Fenrir explained, to which Azur relayed the words.
"So... what's he saying? These ex-Cambions might be the seven innocents we're trying to find? Yeah... that's certainly possible. Mephistopheles
did pick them after all... If that's true, though, the Holy Host has a pretty loose definition of 'innocent'," Tiwaz countered.
Fenrir made a sigh in Azur's head, which Azur also copied. "
Tell him it's still a possibility," he said to his descendant.
"Fenrir says it's still possible." Azur started thinking to himself, observing what the theory would imply. "And with them on the frontlines..."
"Ugh," Tiwaz groaned, making Tyr palm his face. "You're putting us on babysitting duty when these kids could very well stab us in the back? Great. Thanks a lot, Fenrir. Fantastic..."
"...If you don't want to, you don't have to do it," Azur said acidly; this time, the words were his own.
"
Azur, calm down..." Fenrir told him.
"Why bother? If he doesn't want to do it, don't force it. It'll only make both of you angrier at each other," Azur spat, huffing.
Both Fenrir and Tiwaz were struck silent by his words.
"...We'll do it," Tyr suddenly spoke, talking in his own voice with his own decision.
Azur sighed. "Whatever..." He turned and walked away.
"
Azur..." Fenrir said. He then sighed and said nothing more.
"
...Hmph. What's with him?" Tiwaz muttered.
Tyr merely twiddled his fingers and followed Azur, both heading back to the Peacemakers.
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Meanwhile, among the bulk of the Peacemakers, Kheprius walked up beside Pyra.
"Hey," he greeted, striding beside her and looking over with a smirk. "Your guard dog isn't with you, nipping at your heels with every step. Does he finally trust you to off all by yourself? Or... cripes, tell me he didn't mark you as his territory."
Pyra rolled her eyes. "You're hysterical as usual, Kheprius," she replied with emphasized sarcasm.
Kheprius chuckled in response, always finding it amusing trying to get a rise out of Pyra. "
I like to think so. When one's looks are an acquired taste, it's good to have charm."
"Charm?" Pyra asked with a small smile. "I think you're giving yourself too much credit..."
"You've stuck around me this long, haven't you?" he asked, grinning. "I think you enjoy our witty banter."
"Only because it beats the alternatives: listening to in-fighting and Gunnar and Justin's competing," the Paildramon responded with a smile. "You must be happy that Trowa is back with us."
"Yep. As far as TigerVespamons go, I'll take him over Terrak any day," Khep replied. "It's just too bad we haven't had the time to hit the bars like the good old days. Or get some rest for that matter."
Pyra nodded quietly. She cast a quick glance at the Cambion kids and then looked back at the black insect. "You wouldn't be a very good diplomat, you know."
Khep shrugged. "I call a spade a spade. I don't trust them. When you get betrayed, you tend to have a more objective view of people afterwards."
"I think Tyr might argue that..." Pyra noted.
Grinning, Khep shook his head. "You're probably right about that. Once a naive idiot, always a naive idiot."
"Well, working with these humans is our best bet right now. They seem to know what they're doing."
"And I wonder why that is? Because Mephistopheles is
telling them what to do," Kheprius argued.
"Even if you think that, keep a lid on it," Pyra told him. "Whichever the case, it's better that they think we trust them."
Khep rolled his eye and raised a hand in aloof compliance. "Yeah, yeah. Gotcha, Pyra."
"Speaking of betrayal..." Pyra said, her red eyes locking with Khep's. "Those two from before... 'Nebiros and Sabnock', was it?"
At the mention of their names, the GrandisKuwagamon's face grew darker than it already was. "What about them?"
"Why are they fighting with Mephistopheles?" she asked.
Khep closed his eye, thoughtfully. "...Same reason we took all of those immoral jobs when we were the Black Pincer Company. Money... Not knowing what to do with ourselves... And, most of all, survival."
"I see..." she said, her tone soft. "...Are you going to be able to fight them? To the death?"
"Course I am," Khep said apathetically.
Pyra frowned and looked him in the eye. "Right... And is this
you talking or your aloof, 'badass' front talking?" she asked scrutinizingly. "...Even if they did betray you... are you sure you're okay with cutting away such a big part of your past?"
Khep opened his eye and glared at her, revealing to her his anger. "You don't know me as well as you like to think you do, Pyra..." he told her coldly. "Typical woman; we kiss once and now you think you have me all figured out."
The Paildramon's expression remained unchanged. "
Says the guy who keeps saying we have a connection..." she internally said. "
Besides, I didn't even return the kiss."
Although Pyra said nothing, Khep knew by the way she was looking at him that she wasn't convinced, even with his flippant slight. "Don't worry," he assured her. "I'll be able to kill them. We're past words now..."
Pyra placed a hand on his shoulder reassuringly. "You don't have to do it alone, you know..."
Kheprius closed his eye and raised his hand to place it on top of hers. His hand lingered there and gripped it... and then removed it from his shoulder.
"It's my past... Mine and Terrak's..." he told her. "If anybody's going to face them it'll be us. I know he won't want my help, but... damned if I'm going to let him fight them alone."
"I understand..." Pyra replied, turning forwards.
Khep nodded and continued walking, glaring ahead of him. "
This time, it isn't for revenge..." He looked over at Barachiel, who walked ahead of him with Caradoc. "
It's for him..."