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driftfleet2015-03-18 10:25 pm
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Who: Koltira Deathweaver
Broadcast: fleet-wide
Action: the Marsiva
When: Early March 17
[The sensation of waking is strange and unfamiliar to Koltira; he can't recall the last time he slept, or even fell unconscious. He rises slowly, flexing his plated fingers. His armor, freshly polished and repaired, gleams darkly under the stark light of the hospitality deck. As he stands, Koltira checks himself for injuries, injuries that were very present at his last recollection. He presses a hand to his side -- nothing. He touches his neck, and finds the recently shredded flesh mostly intact, but he still comes away with a smear of black-green ichor on his palm.
As he fully wakes, the old familiar pain shoots through what remains of his nerves. But he's smiling, sort of. His lips are slightly parted, anyway, showing sharp teeth; the look of an escaped prisoner.
Koltira runs his tongue over his canines. His deep, gravelly voice has an unearthly reverb to it, as though there's a ghost echoing everything he says.]
Whoever you are, my thanks.
Broadcast: fleet-wide
Action: the Marsiva
When: Early March 17
[The sensation of waking is strange and unfamiliar to Koltira; he can't recall the last time he slept, or even fell unconscious. He rises slowly, flexing his plated fingers. His armor, freshly polished and repaired, gleams darkly under the stark light of the hospitality deck. As he stands, Koltira checks himself for injuries, injuries that were very present at his last recollection. He presses a hand to his side -- nothing. He touches his neck, and finds the recently shredded flesh mostly intact, but he still comes away with a smear of black-green ichor on his palm.
As he fully wakes, the old familiar pain shoots through what remains of his nerves. But he's smiling, sort of. His lips are slightly parted, anyway, showing sharp teeth; the look of an escaped prisoner.
Koltira runs his tongue over his canines. His deep, gravelly voice has an unearthly reverb to it, as though there's a ghost echoing everything he says.]
Whoever you are, my thanks.

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[He'd offer to help but well, for one, Koltira is on the Marsiva. And for another, the only way he knows how to treat an Undead is by killing them. So. Yeah.]
Has anyone explained to you where you are?
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A young woman told me as much as anyone else would, I expect. Ino.
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Did she...mention a castle?
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She did. Do you know of it?
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Yes. I was there as well.
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Have 'we' met?
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I'm afraid I did not know you as well as Ino did.
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She seemed glad enough to see me. I assume my conduct caused no offense.
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[Okay maybe a bit on the terse and cold side but really. Compared to Akuma who just murder the shit out of everything YOU WERE A DELIGHT]
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[A shrug. He has no memory of, and thus no connection to, whatever happened in this other world. But at least it wasn't a stain on his reputation here.]
I suppose I'm glad, then. Many people do not view us kindly, regardless of where we are.
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Though, if the fleet ever stops by my world, I'd recommend staying on your ship. [Since you'd probably be killed on sight, just saying]
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Exorcist?
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It's...I believe in your world, the closest thing to us would be a "Paladin".
[Kinda, sorta. But he doesn't know enough about paladins to know the exact differences]
My world is fighting a war against someone...much like Arthas. Exorcists are the ones most effective against his Akuma...his undead forces.
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[He just really doesn't feel like it. He gives a sigh and rubs his forehead a little - he's not saying this right at all, is he?]
...Look, I know you have free will now. And I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. It's not your fault what happened to you, and you've suffered more than anyone ever should. You should be allowed to live your life.
But...I guess it's hard for me to let my guard down completely. And if any of my comrades were to show...I can't promise they'd care about your circumstances before deciding you're an enemy. [He loves them, but he hasn't forgotten Marie's words about how the rest of the Order felt about the souls of the Akuma] I'd do what I can to deter them, of course.
...I'm sorry. I wish I could I could offer you better. [Like a hand of friendship, like Ino's. Or maybe a way to help him...but frankly, he has nothing.] You probably already get this all the time in you world.
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[It's a short reply to what was clearly a lot of effort on Allen's part, and Koltira's keen enough to recognize that--but he's also able to recognize his own rising agitation.]
I hear you, but know this: if attacked, I will defend myself. No matter the reason.