Solsabre
The Reforged Soul
Theo Grayson
Temple of the High Council
Theo nodded in greeting to Fiona and her partners as they introduced themselves and shared their story of how they'd become involved in recent events. It pained him to think that a human child so young was prepared to join in a battle that could lead to their deaths and had already faced such a possibility. The soldier laid aside the scenario from his thoughts. It would do no good to consider the battle already lost. His attention was drawn once again to the young man with the agumon partner.
"I'm James Reeve. I don't know if I'm brave, really. I just can't bear to stand by and do nothing, you know?" The youth said with confidence and an open smile.
"And I am Artanis Dawnflame," Jame's partner spoke up next, alongside him.
"I thank you for your compliment. But we are, all of us, brave. To face the Royal Knights with such resolve, one must possess true bravery. That you fight them is a testament to yours, Theo Grayson.
Theo nodded silently for he didn't trust himself to speak. He was resolved to stand up against the atrocities committed in the name of a holy crusade against the humans and their partners. Facing the Knights was not a matter of bravery to him, but rather he must to protect his partner's family. However, to do so, Theo would stand opposite of his oath-brothers and
former comrades.
The Order sowed bonds born from blood and battle, lives risked and spent for one another in equal measure for a united purpose. The same family Theo abandoned over ten years in the throes of grief and loss. No, he would need to find the courage necessary to ease the conflict in his heart and core and face them with honor and not turn away in shame.
The BlackWarGreymon glanced in the Odinson's direction, grateful for Lord Thor's hope to still convince the Knights from continuing their oppression on the tamers. If he, an old soldier, could do anything to support the Thunderer, he would.
Theo remained lost in thought as discussion continued around him.
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Tessa Tesla
The deadly blade hovered in her face menacingly. She'd barely turned her hooded head back towards the demon after sharing a few chuckles with Hoshiko, when the demon made his move.
“Woah,” Tessa stared dumbfounded, frozen stiff with shock as the blade withdrew with the same fluidity as it had first appearance.
“Woah,” the wisemon repeated, starting to regain her senses, “that...was fast.”
"I suggest not antagonizing Samael if you can help it," Micheal suggested to the assembled 'Guardians'.
“Oops, my bad,” Tessa said sheepishly, scratching the back of her head. The moment of utter terror had indeed shaken the wisemon deeply, but with each passing second the cogs began turning as she full process the incident.
“By the holiest of holies...that was fast... did my orbs catch a record of that?” Tessa exclaimed, soon forgetting the near brush of death moments before.
The space/ time orbs obediently hovered in her sight from their place of safety behind her. Tessa replayed the sequence within the space orb. The wisemon frowned, yes, she managed to secure a copy of the demon in action, but the motion had been stopped mid swing. Drat. Preserving the event for a more practical use in the future...was not so practical with the Beelzemon's strike incomplete. We won't mention she was still alive due to Lord Micheal's interference, a minor detail. Plus, she hadn't cast the necessary coding beforehand for such a preservation spell. Details, all of it, Tessa reminded herself, always remember the details.
"Wise one, are you okay? A booming voice startled the wisemon from her deep thoughts. The Boltmon, Stein, knelt down beside her with concern etched in his posture. Then she realized the male Tamer, James, asked a similar question.
“Yep! Still in one piece, though I think I lost a pound from sweat. Hhmmmm...” The little mage paused with a considerable hum, yanking the front of her robes away from her body and gazed into the impenetrable darkness within its folds. “Yea, a pound and few ounces.”
"Stein was worried when he saw swords being pulled." The Boltmon nodded and chuckled to himself. "Stein thinks Wise One should be more careful. Sometimes things more dangerous than they look."
“You speak true words of wisdom, Stein.” Tessa said solemnly with a sure nod of her head, remembering the time she stumbled upon two Imperialdramon Dragon Mode digimon guarding their nest. Apparently rumors of their territorial behavior was quite true.
The wisemon noticed the Boltmon paused with hesitation when he finally spoke, "Stein was given this charm for saving someone in trouble."
He nodded to Tessa. "Wise One saved Stein when I was in trouble. So Stein wants to give this to you."
Tessa tilted her head in curiousity, not quite seeing Stein's token until he lowered his massive hand to her level. *A little vaguely egg shaped chunk of wood carved with various glyphs and with an intricate picture of a tree on the front. The wisemon held her breath in surprise and wonder.
“Stein...” the normal chatty wizard stood speechless, never had she been given something, obviously held as precious, by another, except her father.
“I would be delighted to accept it.” Manners, remember your manners, Tessa mentally stammered to herself. The lithe mage carefully scooped up the wooden charm with shaking hands, holding the item close to her chest and carefully examined the details. “Thank you.” Tessa beamed a delighted smile at the boltmon which was hidden in her hood.
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Theo Grayson
The moment Samael raced in fury across the council chambers, Theo reacted automatically without thinking. A dramon destroyer stretched protectively over the partners nearest to him, Fiona and Denys. He poised crouch on his feet, ready to spring into action if necessary. The old soldier inhaled deeply with slow breathes as he intently watched the stalemate between Micheal and Samael in case things turned for the worse. The tense broke as the demon walked way after exchanging heated words with the archangel. The greymon warrior relaxed his stance rising to his full height once again.
"Can he be trusted?" Thor asked, turning to Michael.*
"Samael has his own goals," Michael answered without actually answering. And Thor was immediately remind why he avoided dealing with the Hostly sort. "But they align with ours. It benefits him to work with us."
The dragonman shook his head. The Knights wouldn't respect or take their group seriously with such divides separating the individual 'Guardians' or the established cliches. Theo tried to set aside his dour thoughts which were not helping. The Guardians needed to be united in their cause.
"Bah," Svarog scoffed. "Good 'tactics' afford you nothing with a sword in your gut." His tone was harsh and unforgiving. "Put them with me, Michael, and I won't cover their backs. I'm here for a fight. Not to babysit the soft-skins." He looked over at the Tamers again. "Children. Actual human children. What right do they have to stand beside me in battle?"
“As much as it pains me to say so, I do agree with Lord Svarog on one point,” Theo spoke up finally, “Fiona is much too young to join the battles we will face. Even the Royal Knights don't send green trainees to the frontlines in their first battle.” The older greymon added as an afterthought, "At least they didn't when I first enlisted."
“However, nothing about our conflict... is within normal conventions.”
The greymon warrior addressed Fiona and Denys with a quieter, but kind voice, “Perhaps there are still other ways you might help.”
Theo listened for her response while the banter continued between the gods and Archangel Micheal. The black dragon's attention resumed towards the main group when the thunder god spoke.
"We should make our way to the Locomon tracks. They'll be prepared soon and it won't take very long once we get underway."
"Agreed, I can go find Samuel and inform him” Theo said indicating his willinginess to work with the demon, despite voiced concerns, “assuming he has settled down by now.” The old soldier looked to the archangel to see if it were advisable, since he knew the fallen angel the best.
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Tessa Tesla
Tessa raised her head from admiring Stein's gift, catching Thor's suggestion to make for the Locomon tracks. "I could get us to Kaladesh faster." The Wisemon piped up.
((OOC: If the Guardians accept Tessa's offer, the group will land 5 miles to the north of Kaladesh and 10 feet above the ground. Fair warning.)
Temple of the High Council
Theo nodded in greeting to Fiona and her partners as they introduced themselves and shared their story of how they'd become involved in recent events. It pained him to think that a human child so young was prepared to join in a battle that could lead to their deaths and had already faced such a possibility. The soldier laid aside the scenario from his thoughts. It would do no good to consider the battle already lost. His attention was drawn once again to the young man with the agumon partner.
"I'm James Reeve. I don't know if I'm brave, really. I just can't bear to stand by and do nothing, you know?" The youth said with confidence and an open smile.
"And I am Artanis Dawnflame," Jame's partner spoke up next, alongside him.
"I thank you for your compliment. But we are, all of us, brave. To face the Royal Knights with such resolve, one must possess true bravery. That you fight them is a testament to yours, Theo Grayson.
Theo nodded silently for he didn't trust himself to speak. He was resolved to stand up against the atrocities committed in the name of a holy crusade against the humans and their partners. Facing the Knights was not a matter of bravery to him, but rather he must to protect his partner's family. However, to do so, Theo would stand opposite of his oath-brothers and
former comrades.
The Order sowed bonds born from blood and battle, lives risked and spent for one another in equal measure for a united purpose. The same family Theo abandoned over ten years in the throes of grief and loss. No, he would need to find the courage necessary to ease the conflict in his heart and core and face them with honor and not turn away in shame.
The BlackWarGreymon glanced in the Odinson's direction, grateful for Lord Thor's hope to still convince the Knights from continuing their oppression on the tamers. If he, an old soldier, could do anything to support the Thunderer, he would.
Theo remained lost in thought as discussion continued around him.
________________________
Tessa Tesla
The deadly blade hovered in her face menacingly. She'd barely turned her hooded head back towards the demon after sharing a few chuckles with Hoshiko, when the demon made his move.
“Woah,” Tessa stared dumbfounded, frozen stiff with shock as the blade withdrew with the same fluidity as it had first appearance.
“Woah,” the wisemon repeated, starting to regain her senses, “that...was fast.”
"I suggest not antagonizing Samael if you can help it," Micheal suggested to the assembled 'Guardians'.
“Oops, my bad,” Tessa said sheepishly, scratching the back of her head. The moment of utter terror had indeed shaken the wisemon deeply, but with each passing second the cogs began turning as she full process the incident.
“By the holiest of holies...that was fast... did my orbs catch a record of that?” Tessa exclaimed, soon forgetting the near brush of death moments before.
The space/ time orbs obediently hovered in her sight from their place of safety behind her. Tessa replayed the sequence within the space orb. The wisemon frowned, yes, she managed to secure a copy of the demon in action, but the motion had been stopped mid swing. Drat. Preserving the event for a more practical use in the future...was not so practical with the Beelzemon's strike incomplete. We won't mention she was still alive due to Lord Micheal's interference, a minor detail. Plus, she hadn't cast the necessary coding beforehand for such a preservation spell. Details, all of it, Tessa reminded herself, always remember the details.
"Wise one, are you okay? A booming voice startled the wisemon from her deep thoughts. The Boltmon, Stein, knelt down beside her with concern etched in his posture. Then she realized the male Tamer, James, asked a similar question.
“Yep! Still in one piece, though I think I lost a pound from sweat. Hhmmmm...” The little mage paused with a considerable hum, yanking the front of her robes away from her body and gazed into the impenetrable darkness within its folds. “Yea, a pound and few ounces.”
"Stein was worried when he saw swords being pulled." The Boltmon nodded and chuckled to himself. "Stein thinks Wise One should be more careful. Sometimes things more dangerous than they look."
“You speak true words of wisdom, Stein.” Tessa said solemnly with a sure nod of her head, remembering the time she stumbled upon two Imperialdramon Dragon Mode digimon guarding their nest. Apparently rumors of their territorial behavior was quite true.
The wisemon noticed the Boltmon paused with hesitation when he finally spoke, "Stein was given this charm for saving someone in trouble."
He nodded to Tessa. "Wise One saved Stein when I was in trouble. So Stein wants to give this to you."
Tessa tilted her head in curiousity, not quite seeing Stein's token until he lowered his massive hand to her level. *A little vaguely egg shaped chunk of wood carved with various glyphs and with an intricate picture of a tree on the front. The wisemon held her breath in surprise and wonder.
“Stein...” the normal chatty wizard stood speechless, never had she been given something, obviously held as precious, by another, except her father.
“I would be delighted to accept it.” Manners, remember your manners, Tessa mentally stammered to herself. The lithe mage carefully scooped up the wooden charm with shaking hands, holding the item close to her chest and carefully examined the details. “Thank you.” Tessa beamed a delighted smile at the boltmon which was hidden in her hood.
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Theo Grayson
The moment Samael raced in fury across the council chambers, Theo reacted automatically without thinking. A dramon destroyer stretched protectively over the partners nearest to him, Fiona and Denys. He poised crouch on his feet, ready to spring into action if necessary. The old soldier inhaled deeply with slow breathes as he intently watched the stalemate between Micheal and Samael in case things turned for the worse. The tense broke as the demon walked way after exchanging heated words with the archangel. The greymon warrior relaxed his stance rising to his full height once again.
"Can he be trusted?" Thor asked, turning to Michael.*
"Samael has his own goals," Michael answered without actually answering. And Thor was immediately remind why he avoided dealing with the Hostly sort. "But they align with ours. It benefits him to work with us."
The dragonman shook his head. The Knights wouldn't respect or take their group seriously with such divides separating the individual 'Guardians' or the established cliches. Theo tried to set aside his dour thoughts which were not helping. The Guardians needed to be united in their cause.
"Bah," Svarog scoffed. "Good 'tactics' afford you nothing with a sword in your gut." His tone was harsh and unforgiving. "Put them with me, Michael, and I won't cover their backs. I'm here for a fight. Not to babysit the soft-skins." He looked over at the Tamers again. "Children. Actual human children. What right do they have to stand beside me in battle?"
“As much as it pains me to say so, I do agree with Lord Svarog on one point,” Theo spoke up finally, “Fiona is much too young to join the battles we will face. Even the Royal Knights don't send green trainees to the frontlines in their first battle.” The older greymon added as an afterthought, "At least they didn't when I first enlisted."
“However, nothing about our conflict... is within normal conventions.”
The greymon warrior addressed Fiona and Denys with a quieter, but kind voice, “Perhaps there are still other ways you might help.”
Theo listened for her response while the banter continued between the gods and Archangel Micheal. The black dragon's attention resumed towards the main group when the thunder god spoke.
"We should make our way to the Locomon tracks. They'll be prepared soon and it won't take very long once we get underway."
"Agreed, I can go find Samuel and inform him” Theo said indicating his willinginess to work with the demon, despite voiced concerns, “assuming he has settled down by now.” The old soldier looked to the archangel to see if it were advisable, since he knew the fallen angel the best.
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Tessa Tesla
Tessa raised her head from admiring Stein's gift, catching Thor's suggestion to make for the Locomon tracks. "I could get us to Kaladesh faster." The Wisemon piped up.
((OOC: If the Guardians accept Tessa's offer, the group will land 5 miles to the north of Kaladesh and 10 feet above the ground. Fair warning.)
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