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Post by Cassialyn Frewin on Jun 27, 2018 8:52:17 GMT -5
 * Cass was more than happy to compliment her clan. She certainly loved them and she was more than happy to trust them completely. Why wouldn't she? They had saved her life to be honest.Had they not interceded when they had, her ex-fiance would have been able to steal her off to their hometown and she'd of been trapped all over again. Here she was free to make her own choices and she was safe. Dieter had certainly scared the living hell out of Drake and he wouldn't be coming back. It was that simple. That rouge clan that tried to kidnap her was in the same boat. One of the clansman had lost an arm due to Dieter's rescue. When she heard Dieter's voice, she jumped in surprise. Her face turning beat red at the fact he'd overheard the conversation. She had such a crush on the man, especially since she felt their 'date' had gone so well. "Oh! Dieter! I didn't know you were going to be in town today!" She was embarrassed now. So, she decided to turn the conversation over to Juris. Though, he spoke up too fast for her to say much in between. It made her giggle a bit, more than happy to let the conversation shift. Cass smiled as Juris pulled up another chair. "Hah, what he said. Juris, this is Dieter. He's the Dark Knight in our clan. Dieter, Juris is a templar. I was telling him about the clan." She was telling him all about them. She was hoping that he could be convinced to join. They could use some offensive fighters. Most of the clan were more ranged or defensive/support types. Dieter couldn't do EVERYTHING. |
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jul 13, 2018 0:59:45 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]What good is a star that has lost its light?
[attr="class","rhythm"]  ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
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In truth, Helios’ Ambition had once been comprised of little more than a handful of “washed-up” mercenaries – each harboring their own secrets, a handful with pasts they’d desperately wanted to leave behind. Unfortunately, the cruel reality was, no matter how much they’d distanced themselves, a singular fact remained unchanged, those tragic events had already come to pass. Now, there was those whom remained, the Clan’s core members whom had each come to an unspoken understanding – the only path that remained was to press onwards. The corner of Dieter’s lips tugged upwards, a mirthful smirk playing at his lips as his gaze lingered on Cassialyn’s silhouette. He felt the brief quickening of his heart, a fresh wave of heat rushing to his face. What was it about the fiery-tempered dancer that captivated him so? Was it the ever-present sense of wanderlust? No, perhaps it was admiration for her strength, with each passing day she’d further freed herself from the bondage thrust upon her.
When they’d first met, Cassialyn had been reserved, withdrawn like a caterpillar as it’d retreated into its’ cocoon. But now, time had passed and Cassialyn had emerged from her chrysalis, however, Dieter doubted her transformation was complete – her potential for growth was staggering. A sensation of pride welled up within his chest, his thoughts momentarily derailed as he’d reminisced about their bouts of training, time spent with the Orphans, and most importantly their recent date. But beneath it all, there were doubts, paranoias attempting to resurface – the duo were so dynamically different. Would she still fondly smile at him when she’d learned the truth? That he was one of the Archdaemon whom had plagued Ivalice with his existence, how he was inadvertently responsible for the death of countless men, women, and children. It wasn’t fair, no, his blood-stained hands shouldn’t have been permitted to touch something so pure.
Dieter’s gaze shifted from Cassialyn to Juris and finally to the chair offered to him by the templar. He offered a curt nod of his head, one hand extending out to stabilize the chair as he took it. Once he was seated, he’d taken a moment to adjust himself. His abdomen pressed flush against the edge of the table, his back taunt against the back of the chair. The ever present on his smile diminished ever so slightly when Cassilyn confessed the Bangaa before him was a Templar. However, Dieter quickly composed himself, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table, his head cradled by his upturned palms.
“A Templar, I can’t say that we’ve ever had one of them in our midsts… Normally they are swept up by the Church or commissioned by Royalty as body guards…”
Dieter said with feigned interest, silently trying to gauge Juris’ character – not easy given their limited exchanges. Distrust’s seed had already taken root within the Archdaemon Dark Knight, fully nourished by Dieter’s fears.
“ I don’t see why we couldn’t work together… I am curious, is there any reason you haven’t been commissioned into Knighthood?”
Dieter stated, his words in direct opposition to his internalized thoughts. Why would he permit his former enemy into their midst? The answer was simple, it’d be far easier to keep an eye on him.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2018 9:15:09 GMT -5
Juris caught the subtle change in tone from the boss first meeting him, to the knowledge he was a templar. The Bangaa's own smile drooped slightly, but he said nothing of it... No reason to drag up any corpses that the man kept buried. Dieter's musings caused the reptilian knight to raise an eyebrow curiously... Oh? Were they now? He knew not the inner workings of the church nor the rewards of being a bodyguard for the higher-ups. He supposed there were reasons for this... Perhaps reasons to do with his past as a Dragoon. After all, their combat styles were very... opposed to one another. One being a wild force of nature as dragons are, the other orderly, precise, professional. A dirty half-breed such as himself would likely not have been allowed within the ranks of the sanctity of the church for fear of corruption, no doubt. A cynical view... Perhaps not even a realistic one but it was the only conclusion he could draw. "I did not acquire my sssssskillssss as a Templar within the rankssssss of the clergy." Juris explained, leaning in a bit on the table, watching Dieter closely. "I wassssss once a Dragoon, part of the now destroyed Bangaa clan known as the Crimssssson Dragoonsssss. Perhapsssssss you've heard of them." Ah... this story again. It was one he hoped he'd never have to explain again... Something he prayed to come to pass every time he interacted with someone in such a manner... His prayers were not answered sadly. "After my clan was eliminated, I was picked up by a holy clan, one made up of White magesssss, Paladinssss, Templarsssss and the like. They called themselvessss 'The Knightssss Templar.' That issss where my training began." Juris' expression hardened notably, his eyes... slightly pained. "Suffice it to say, they did not survive the clan-wars either and were destroyed as was The Crimson Dragoon. Now I just wander and do small jobs here and there." He offered a smile, but his heart really wasn't in it. Even though he didn't go into the details of the destruction of his homes, the mere concept brought pain to the knight. Twice were his family and friends destroyed before his eyes. Twice were his companions taken from him. Even if he didn't tell it... he knew the story...
"In any regard, the church has never sought to induct me into their ranksssss and I have stayed out of their way. I am but a mere mercccccccenary trying to make a living, sssssser."
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Post by Cassialyn Frewin on Jul 25, 2018 10:07:59 GMT -5
* It really was nice to get out and see the town. To be honest, she'd skipped out a bit on her training to go see the lively market and do some window shopping. It was sometimes more fun to look than purchase. Not that she had very much gil to rub together at the moment. She had not done many missions yet. So, most of the gil she earned was being applied to her room and board. Not that she could complain. It was really nice to have a safe place to rest your head for the night. The same place that she could go back to every night and call her own. It was really a blessing. Fate really had smiled on her after cursing her for years with a horrible fiance and the need to be on the run. The woman half listened to the chat until Dieter really got in there and started to interrogate him a bit. The surprise showed a bit on Cass's face at this inquiry. Why did it matter why he wasn't a member of the church or part of a royal family. Not all Templars joined the Holy track. She was sure the bangaa wanted to be free of that sort of strict control. That she understood. Cass pulled a face before nudging Dieter a bit. It was asking a lot. Especially with him being on the fence about working with them. But, that's probably why she wasn't going to ever have any sort of authority in the clan. That's when Juris explained his situation. So, it was very similar to her's. She had aquired her dancing skills along the way. It made sense that he never joined the clergy or and guard. The probably did not even know that he even existed. The church was not all knowing like the gods they worshipped. It was understandable that Juris could fly under their radar. "I'm sorry to hear, Juris. I understand why you're so hesitant to join another. I was pretty hesitant myself at first." She acknowledged before looking at Dieter to see his reaction. |
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jul 26, 2018 2:24:50 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]What good is a star that has lost its light?
[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
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Dieter’s expression remained unchanged, neutral, refusing to permit himself to display even momentary weakness as Juris leant in closer – scrutinization visible upon his features. Much to his surprise, Juris admitted to having prior training as a Dragoon, an impressive feat to have transitioned assault-heavy combat style to that one that was more reserved – focused more heavily upon defense and the protection of allies. However, Dieter’s heart sunk, a pang of guilt resonating deep within his calloused heart, once more he’d inadvertently dug up ghosts of the past that had long since been laid to rest. Admittedly, Dieter wasn’t familiar with the “Crimson Dragons”, however, it didn’t mean he couldn’t sympathize with the man.
The Dark Knight had faced similar losses, albeit, on a much lesser scale – he’d lost both his parents, a trusted vassal, comrades in arms, and his beloved Lord. Dieter’s shoulders slackened, visibly sagging as he’d leant forward to gently place his hand atop Juris’ scaled extremity. For a fraction of a second, Dieter’s attention shifted from Juris to Cassialyn when she’d nudged him suggestively, making mental note of the look of disapproval and the slightly subdued pointed glare she’d given him. Reluctant to admit his fault, Dieter had pressed Juris for far more information than he should have – paranoia clouding his judgement.
The second clan that Juris’ mentioned, Dieter wasn’t familiar with either. Alas, from his description alone, it sounded vastly different then the Holy Brigades of the days of old. Their ranks were so varied, that one could easily see that their was no standard – each one tailored to the Clans’ personal agenda. Juris’ tragic tale had only just begun, the second clan that had taken him was swallowed in the bloodshed from the ceaseless Clan Wars. Juris’ forced smile wasn’t fooling anyone, no doubt, it was hollow and devoid of genuine joy – no one wanted to be the sole survivor.
“I apologize, I shouldn’t have pried into your past so heavily… I am sorry for the loss of your comrades. heaven knows, it is never easy…”
Dieter paused for a moment, his expression solemn as he’d craned his head in Cassialyn’s direction as she’d touched upon her own situation.
“I understand your pain, I was assigned to a task by a Lord, when I had returned… all my comrades… they littered the castle walls… there was no trace of my lord…. Then those vultures, they dared to trespass… The worst thing was watching it burn to the ground… “
Dieter’s confession was ladened with raw emotion, despite his stoic expression, one could see the traces of unshed tears, the irregular hitch in his breathe as he’d forced himself to remain in control.
“ I believe Helios’ Ambition would welcome one with your experience, Cassialyn, your input, you maybe new, but this is nonetheless your Clan as well.”
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