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  1. Daren slightly shrank in at Hasan's snarling and murmured another apology because he didn't know what had happened and he certainly hadn't meant to upset Kassander so much, he'd only done what he was asked to do. ... And apparently it had been a really bad idea. But Hasan didn't strike out, instead he demanded to know what had happened and then turned his attention to the blond to try and calm him down. Daren considered the best way to word things for a moment and then realized the absolute truth was the best, even if it didn't really answer much of anything. ... At least, to Daren it didn't. Maybe Hasan would make more sense of it than he had. It wasn't as if he didn't know Kassander better than Daren himself. "He asked me to glamour into the daeva who is playing hamadaeva up there." Daren began carefully. "So I did, and then he said something about Marcus and started to freak out. I dropped the glamour immediately but the damage was already done." Apparently. But that was what had happened, in essence. It wasn't a lot, and he certainly wasn't going to glamour back into the guy while Kassander was still having a melt down, but he did hope it was enough for Hasan to make at least a little sense of it. Maybe it would even help him calm Kassander down. In the mean time, Daren was going to stay back here, and not make any sudden movements.
  2. They materialized in a space that bordered on familiar, probably due to Tristan mentioning that it was designed to be close to the original so no one got lost if they could help it. Delara and Icarus were barely a moment behind them. Home but not. Apollo felt welcoming, felt the same over his skin. But of course it recognized him, Kassander would have held onto the hope that he would return one day. Sandalio numbly, and probably would have done just that without thinking anything of it if it weren't for the fact that Hasan chose that precise moment to appear, and then he hissed at the ceiling and it was clear that something was very wrong. Sandalio started to take a step forward, and then the scent of blood hit him, and something inside of him shifted. Nope. Nope. That was a very, very bad idea. Logic was strong enough to drive him to take a step backwards instead of allowing instinct to drive him forward. If he'd been younger than he was, this could have been a disaster. Some small corner of his mind was just going to be thankful that he wasn't younger and so this didn't turn out nearly as badly as it might've. He was uh, going to stay back here for a second while he got his thoughts together enough to ask about where the bloodwine was stored though. He'd find his words again sooner or later. Delara, of course, closed the space between herself and Hasan rather quickly, frowning as she did so. It was only a second or two before she started glowing, working on piecing back together the serious damaged wing. "I'm almost afraid to ask what's happening exactly." And yet, by saying that, Delara knew full well she was opening the door to get an answer. At least Apollo could probably hold off whoever it was. The security system didn't play and someone had to be a little more than determined in order to get in and be a real problem. Just as long as everyone stayed inside and let it do its job.
  3. Okay that was a particularly violent reaction and Daren wasn't entirely sure how to process it entirely. He did, however, immediately drop the glamour so that he was himself again. Clearly whoever that was ... was not someone the Light could stand to see. And that was, by the way, kind of a terrifying thought because what in the world could push the Light into a reaction like that? Then again, like all of them, he seemed to have lived a normal human life at some point - perhaps a long time ago, but still relatively normal. It left a number of questions as to what the 'Marcus' had done. Maybe Daren didn't want to know honestly. But that did confirm the thought that apparently he hadn't ascended this Hamadaeva except that that shouldn't be possible. There wasn't supposed to be another way to become a Daeva, after all it was a position that was earned, not born into. "I'm sorry." Apologetic, but not sure what to do because he wasn't sure if he could help and maybe trying would only make it worse. It was only what he'd been asked to do, but still he was sorry because clearly there was a lot of untapped trouble there. Azrael was "Marcus". Unfortunately it was one of those answers that immediately opened up a number of new questions. Why did this Marcus feel like the light, especially if the Light clearly was afraid of him? How had he been ascended without the light's knowledge? How was this guy who the light feared able to hide from him so completely? Daren found himself wishing that Samael was still here though, he would know what to do best for the other man to help calm him down. The Daeva didn't really want to leave him alone like this, but he was also concerned that his presence was only going to make things worse.
  4. Well that went spectacularly. And then he was alone with the Light. Some small part of him may have been frantic at that idea, before. But He'd already heard the Light's stance on his (not) being fallen and really weren't they all alone with the Light sometimes? Maybe not in quite such a ... disturbingly literal sense. Anyway, perhaps now was not the best time to begin debating that point - even just in his own mind. Maybe Icarus could finish the second Apollo, but the aforementioned Icarus was busy. Well that was... unfortunate in the sense that it would be best if it was something they could manage to resolve. But on the other hand other tasks may be just as important. Neither of these things helped the fact that the Light was dying or the fact that there was no Daeva currently prepared to move the cycle of life and death the way it clearly needed to be supported. "Oh, uh. That's a good idea." It was and Daren wasn't sure why he hadn't thought of it himself except for the fact that his mind had been caught on other things. There was a lot to digest from this short meeting and not a lot of time because the Light was exhausted and Hasan was... well. Trying to be both a husband and get to the bottom of what was going on. It was admirable, really. Daren took a slow breath and concentrated on forming the glamour. It didn't take long for his features to shift into another form. Glamour came naturally to the Daevas, after all. Hopefully this would help shed some light on that part at least. Knowing who Azrael was would help Hasan and answer a lot of questions all at the same time, probably. "Here." After a moment or so, once he was confident he'd gotten everything completely right.
  5. ... Wait where? It didn't matter, he could trust Tristan to take him there. His brother wouldn't lead him astray on purpose so if he said that was where home was now then he'd just have to believe that, even if Sandalio didn't understand where or why they had moved exactly. The Drago was no longer in its homeland, and Sandalio couldn't help but feel like that wasn't a good thing. That there was something ominous about the fact that the whole group had uprooted and gone to some place in the new world. Especially after that particular bomb was dropped. So they'd left Italy and now Kassander was dying. Well clearly the Drago shouldn't have gone to the New World since it hold anything positive for them there. There was also a corner of the former gladiator that rebelled against the idea of Kass dying so far from his homeland - as long as they had lived, and as long as they had lived in Italy he should be laid to rest there, if he had to be laid to rest at all. His mind continued to swirl, railing against what he was processing, railing against what he'd been told. This was too much. This was too much. Being broken out of the nightmare cage only to find that the reality he was coming back to was actually worse in many ways was - Sandalio didn't think he could handle it. And yet, he didn't have a choice. That was just the way things were, Sandalio would have to figure out how to bear the unbearable because it was reality. Tristan wouldn't lie to him, not about something that important. And if Tristan wouldn't lie then... he had to accept that what he was hearing was the truth, even if he didn't want to believe it under any circumstances. Twenty years, and Kassander was dying. Kassander was dying and Ryan had nearly gotten himself killed. Somehow reality managed to feel worse than twenty years in a nightmare cage. The god of shadows wasn't sure how that was possible, and frankly he didn't want to dwell on it for very long. "...Wanna go home." Yeah, he did. That probably wasn't surprising all things considered.
  6. Sandalio hugged Tristan back tightly, half clinging to him as soon as he'd finished gaining his bearings at the contact. It was strange, having something touch him after all this time, but for the record it was also a really nice feeling. There was a word for that, he was sure, but Sandi wasn't sure what that word was and maybe it didn't matter anyway. It was just a word and they didn't matter much at the moment anyway. What mattered was that they'd found him and apparently he was free. And his other brother was a complete dumb ass apparently. And had attacked Maharaja after he'd disappeared. Sandalio kind of felt guilty for being the cause of such a travesty, but it wasn't like he'd tried to have these things happen and maybe he'd just have to... let that go. There wasn't really any point in being upset about it, and Ryan had survived at least. He could figure out the detail of it later. As long as he was alive and could heal, then that would be okay. They'd... they'd get through it together. They always had. Which was just as well, because the shadows were buzzing around his feet, practically still clearly upset about something. He couldn't quite grasp what they were going on about. He'd figure that out in a second. Tristan did manage to get through to him before he tried to shadow port off. "Home isn't Italy?" He repeated slowly, obviously a little confused by that fact. Home had always been Italy, even before the nation was called that. "Where is home then?" Not sure he'd know it even if Tristan told him but there was... some level of concern if so many things had changed.
  7. "Not really." Icarus admitted mildly. No, it wasn't surprising. It should have been given how dangerous it was to try and break one of these from the inside. But this was Sandalio and the box was what existed in an attempt to keep him from getting to Kassander. Of course he was going to try and break it. Still, Icarus hoped the former gladiator hadn't managed to do himself any damage in the process. ... He hadn't broken it though, so he didn't think it was irreparable. .... At least, not any more so than that many years in a nightmare cage might be normally. Hm? The Shadows were upset about something. Sandalio could hear them in the back of his mind, suddenly seething. He obeyed them almost reflexively, sliding back as far towards the back of the box as he could manage. There wasn't much space though, so he wasn't sure it would be enough to calm them depending on what exactly the threat was. He didn't have long to ponder the situation before the cage seemed to break apart around him with a loud noise. Confusion and uncertainty warred in his expression. Shadows danced at his fingertips for a moment before fading, clearly he'd decided not to attack. But the uncertainty remained. Tristan, Icarus, Delara. Not Kassi. But he knew them, and it smelled right and as much as his instincts screamed that this was some sort of a trap, some of the tension slid out of his shoulders. They smelled right, they felt right. Those were things the Cage never managed to do. There were some senses that just couldn't be tricked. Not that easily. "Mm." His expression curled slightly into a smile after a bit. He didn't try and speak. The dryness of his mouth combined with the slightly swollen feeling of his tongue made that seem like a useless attempt. Slowly and rather stiffly Sandalio picked himself up onto his feet. Still, he didn't try and move any closer to them. Just concentrated on finding his balance for a second. "Easy..." Icarus murmured. Not that he actually expected to be heeded just, he didn't want Sandalio pushing himself too hard right out of the gate here. Sandalio reached slightly for Tristan, a rather obvious invitation for a hug or at least for him to come closer.
  8. Daren frowned very slightly. Someone who had taken Azrael's name but not someone Kassander was aware of. So the name did mean something to the light, but it didn't offer a solution to the puzzle even so. That was concerning, really, in its own way. The Light didn't know who this Daeva was. Samael didn't know who they were either it seemed. On the other hand the name seemed to have triggered something, because Hasan seemed to have come up with something of an explanation for... several things. Not the specific one they were talking about, but given everything that was going on at the moment, any answers at all were probably helpful for the Warlord, so there was that. Three thousand years. That was a long time, and that did pretty well make it clear that it wasn't likely to be the same one. So.... who took the name? And now Hasan knew why the light was dying. And... Daren felt like he was intruding just a little. This didn't really feel like something he should be present for. It was, after all sort of a personal moment between them. Blue eyes slid away from the pair for a moment, focusing on a point elsewhere on the floor, expression thoughtful because he was still trying to sort out Azrael. The light didn't seem to be able to pinpoint him, but was that because there was something wrong with this Azrael or because the light was already extremely weak? That was the question, now wasn't it? Then again the fact that they were claiming to be the Hamadaeva without the light's support for the position probably said all it needed to except for the fact that the light should have been able to know something like that was happening. And they were... after the new Daeva of death who happened to actually be... some living human at the moment. So what happened if the host killed - well. Obviously the Light couldn't keep moving the cycle forever. If the light died while moving the cycle... things could get very messy very quickly. Life and death were essential balances in the world. When they got out of whack who knew what chaos might descend. "Is there... anyone else who might be able to finish it for you?" The thing he'd mentioned moving the cycle onto.
  9. It was nice, seeing the sky again. It was nice, feeling like he was home again. Both were things that often were taken for granted. Certainly Alex had once taken for granted that he was going to be fine and be able to return to Sati. Battles were the sort of thing that they'd done many times. Sure, he'd always known he might die, but there had never been a reason to worry about it exactly. If he worried then he wasn't focused if he wasn't focused then the chance of not returning home was higher. They'd been together for two thousand years. Perhaps it was normal to be complacent after that long. After all, what could withstand two thousand years of combat training? Well, as it turned out, the universe had decided to remind him that everything one day met it's match. And.... then had given him wings. It took a moment for Alexios to realize he was being spoken to. His attention turned back to Sati then though, dismissing the tangle of thoughts he'd been distracted by. "I think I can handle shadow-stepping." He thought. As long as Sati was there Alex was relatively certain he'd come through it okay. Maybe a little confused since the place they were going wasn't exactly home but he trusted Sati and that was probably enough to maintain most of his grip on reality. Besides it was faster and it would probably get them fewer looks than walking around like this. Alexios wasn't sure he could tolerate interaction with a bunch of strangers and not draw attention to the fact that something was unusual about him.
  10. "There are some your age, yes." Cade spoke up after Jordyn had finished speaking. "I actually teach the necromancy course. It's a relatively small class but you certainly aren't alone." No and that might be nice, too. Meeting people who really understood what she was going through. Who understood what she was talking about when she grumbled about the emotional reaction to what the ghosts did to her. Yes, he thought that would do her some good. And then there were, of course, other students who understood how she felt about magic in general - some of them had even grown up with no one magical in their lives before the school too. It would be good for her, he thought, he hoped. But it was, of course, her choice. Jordyn made a good point though, about more students meaning more chances to find a group that worked well for her. And of course, valid point there about eventually learning the way around if she went and got lost often enough. Eventually paths and hallways started to be easy to navigate by memory. All that required a certain amount of faith and willingness to accept changes, and honestly Caderyn wouldn't blame Spectra if she just wasn't willing to face those things. It was a lot to ask of her. Still, he was pleased at her questions so far - they seemed to indicate that she was at least willing to consider the idea, which was a good start at least. More than Cade had been sure of. Cade nodded in agreement at the last bit. That was true, too. Transferring back to her school, or to another school as always an option later. Sure, it wasn't fun to do that sometimes, but if she transferred between school years it would be less troublesome than it might be otherwise.
  11. Blink. Well, that was certainly something. Another nightmare cage. It'd been here for some time too, though it was difficult to tell exactly how long, and maybe that part was less important anyway then getting it dismantled. Tristan was, of course, right. Even if it wasn't Sandalio (though hopefully it was) they should free whoever it was because they didn't deserve this. Nightmare cages were just terrible and everyone made them really should just go away already. Actually, Icarus had much more violent things he'd like to do to the people who kept creating them but that was ah, something to be considered later, maybe. "We should." Icarus agreed, circling slightly to one side and then joining Tristan in attempting to break down the Cage. Delara joined in slightly to another side. Between the three of them they could hopefully break it before too much time passed. .... It was okay though, there were tree of them and they were relatively strong, they'd manage to get it broken and the one trapped inside free. The good news was, they were also all strong enough to manage to withstand it if the one inside of the box became violent. "...Is it just me or does it feel like it's been... warped slightly?" Icarus mentioned after a bit. Sandalio was just psycho enough to try and break it from the inside despite the risks. Sandalio might have considered his grip on reality tenuous. In some ways, he was better than he might have been. He knew he was in a nightmare cage. He knew what was happening wasn't exactly real (though some of it had happened, just not the way the box wanted him to believe it had). Knowing didn't really make it all that much easier after the dozenth time of watching the light of his life taken to shreds by Marcus. He had no idea how long he'd been in the box. His memory of how he ended up trapped in the first place was pretty hazy. Sandi hadnt' asked the shadows because it didn't really matter. What mattered was escaping, but he'd been unsuccessful in attempting to break the cage from the inside. And a small corner of his mind reminded him it was dangerous to break them from within anyway. On the other hand, he didn't know how long he'd been here, and the shadows occasionally told him help was coming, but so far, he was...still here, and still alone. Maybe the shadows were wrong, maybe they'd never find him.
  12. Blink. Congratulations? Daren frowned in confusion but didn't press for answers. Somehow he thought after that bit about understanding later he was just... not going to get anything. And maybe that was okay. Either he'd figure it out eventually, or he wouldn't, and that seemed like a mild enough statement that it couldn't be that bad either way. There were far more pressing things going on than if he understood such a small fragment of the conversation. Like the fact that someone was shredding wings that wasn't supposed to be, and apparently even the light didn't know who? Didn't the light know all of the Daevas? Even weakened Daren found it unsettling that this one was able to hide pretending to be the Hamadaeva and his place in ripping the wings off. That was.... quite a level of hiding and a solid amount of secrecy from the other Daevas. Then again, with so many up there reasonably in Azrael's corner, it made some sense that maybe none of them had shared anything. Especially if most of those who were truly loyal to the light were down here doing their jobs. Maybe they didn't know. He was quiet for a moment, not sure what to say. Hasan had said his piece - apparently Samael was returning to Maharaja finally, at least for a short while to sort things out. That would let them figure out what was going on, if nothing else. Neither seemed thrilled with the prospect, but Daren wasn't sure there was much of an alternative if they didn't know. On the other hand.... he did know. Sort of. What he knew left him with almost more questions than answers but uh. "Um..." Quiet toned, like he still wasn't so sure about giving his input. "His name is Azrael, if that helps anything?" It should right? The Light knew its Daevas right? They were basically selected for ascension, right? So it made sense to Daren if so. ... If the light didn't know the name maybe things were even worse than they thought which.... Daren wasn't sure he wanted to consider but at this stage maybe answers were the most important thing.
  13. Well they were awfully excited that he'd turned his attention to them. So that was.... well. It was something, at least. They didn't seem disappointed or like they didn't have a goal in mind when he asked. Icarus watched the shadows form their trail. "...I think so." Icarus admitted mildly. "But I'm willing to go that way again if the shadows think it's a good idea." It was possible they'd missed something, after all. It was also possible that the shadows would lead them a different direction once they got to a certain point on the path. Either way, Icarus was out of better ideas and this was pretty much his last attempt at locating Sandalio. If it didn't work, then he thought they probably should at least mostly return to the Drago and spend much less time searching. It'd been a long time, and as much as Kassi would want them to find Sandalio, Icarus couldn't help but think that Sandi would want them there with Kassi. Icarus didn't like being away from his brother when he was like this either, so there was that. On the other hand... the shadows seemed awfully excited that he'd finally asked them something, so maybe they really did have something to share. It would be odd of them to be so pleased that he'd come to them if there was nothing for them to share. Icarus didn't really want to get his hopes up, of course, who knew what they were going to find. But he was just a little hopeful that this would be the one thing that they needed to do to get what they needed. Icarus rose from where he'd settled down to try and talk to the shadows and began to follow the trail. ...what? He'd asked, may as well find out where it led to. If it meant they finally got to bring Sandalio home then good. And if not then they'd tried their best, and after this long no one could say they hadn't.
  14. They'd been looking for Sandalio for a frustratingly long time, and so far there had been no significant leads towards finding out why they didn't know where he was. It had been twenty some odd years and honestly it was starting to feel like maybe they wouldn't find him at all. Icarus hated that. He hated the idea that maybe they just couldn't find him. Sandi wasn't dead he couldn't be. Kassander would have known if that were the case. Then again, Kass hadn't been able to find him either so maybe... just maybe there really was nothing to find. And he didn't much care for the idea, and they hadn't given up on it yet. But... Icarus had to wonder if maybe they would be more useful at home than out here still searching. Especially since Kass was dying a rather slow and agonizing death at the moment, which was, by the way, it's own level of horribly stressful. Icarus wasn't sure if that was a neon sign that they were already too late or not, honestly. He also wasn't really sure how a Sandalio that had been gone for this long was going to handle the fact that Kass was dying because there were very few reasons he could think of for the Spaniard to have been missing for as long as he had been, and absolutely none of them were pleasant. Icarus was also running out of places to look. Of course, then he'd had a brief chat with Kassi today. And...well. He'd gotten an interesting idea from his brother. "Ask the shadows..." Icarus said it to himself, mostly. Icarus hadn't even considered that possibility before, but of course he could ask the shadows. If they didn't know where he was nothing would. "Hm?" "Oh, just something Kassi said. So I'm going to ask the shadows if they know anything the light doesn't." Icarus actually felt rather silly for not thinking of that sooner but uh. It was a little late for that. Icarus quietly shuffled over to one side and concentrated on reaching out so that he could hear them. Immediately he was given the impression of impatience. Clearly the shadows thought he'd taken too long too, it would seem. "...Sorry I'm late." He murmured first. "But ah, I was wondering if maybe you could help us find Sandalio." Maybe that could, Icarus hoped they could really. Getting Sandi home was... imperative at this point. And if they found him and brought him home then the four of them could also go home and help keep the Drago stable while they tried to figure out what was wrong with Kassi and maybe, hopefully fixed it.
  15. Alexios was quiet for a bit, just listening to what Sati said and enjoying the feeling of their being in contact. It was nice, almost enough that it felt like he'd left the box and immediately been transported to home. It was different here than in the Sahara, but that wasn't such a bad thing. Not being aggressive enough? After something inside of the school they were guarding? Alex was quiet for a bit longer, mulling over what pieces he was able to hold onto before they slipped into the recesses of his mind. It explained a lot and nothing at all. But there was something... important that he was forgetting. Being fair about it, he'd been in the box a long time and anything he might be forgetting that was actually important was... probably from a similarly long time ago. It was going to be nice to be with the Storm again. ... He was going to have to figure out how to deal with his wings eventually. Later, he'd worry about that later. For now he was just going to be happy he was home and start small. The wings could wait until his head was on a little straighter. And.... he found a daeva that he could trust enough to put his life in their hands for training. Definitely something to worry about later. "Marcus never does play fair." Alex sounded half distracted when he spoke, and to most it probably would seem quite the unrelated sentiment. He left it there between them, green gaze seeming to slide away from Sati finally until he was looking at the sky.
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