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Post by Seryna on Nov 23, 2013 1:32:39 GMT -5
The medics have given way to the stylists. The tributes are allowed to pick how they are presented to the world as victors... What do they wear? Ceasar Flickerman stands on a stage. Nearby, two women wearing jade green dresses sit on a dais looking down at the stage. Alcymone, President of Panem, and her sister, Beatrienne look down at the victors. After the tributes spoke briefly with thier immediate family - all others were warned away quite rudely - they were pressed onto the stage. President Acymone approached regally, flanked by young boys holding laurel crowns on crimson pillows. "Congratulations," The President says quietly to both victors. She approaches Olivia first, catching sight of her district token. The saint caused a flicker of recognition in those brown eyes. The woman smiles thinly. When Zale's turn came, he recieved his crown with a polite smile. The cameras were turned off briefly and cameras dimmed while make up was touched up and Zale and Olivia were positioned on a gilded couch that gleamed like silver. When the lights came up, the elite Captol citizens in the audience screamed with excitement. "Olivia, Zale," They were greeted with a bright smile. "- congratulations. A million things must be going through your mind. Lets travel back a few days to the Reaping. Does it feel like a very long time ago for you?" He inquires with sincerity. "So much has happened since then. You both volunteered at your Reapings. Would you like to share what inspired you to volunteer?"
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Post by CuteLikeMurder on Nov 23, 2013 21:07:16 GMT -5
[/SIZE] “Show me the path I must walk and do not let me stumble in the dark places that lie ahead.”[/color][/font][/center] Olivia looked at the President and her sister. Her medal was hanging freely from her neck and it caught the light ever so slightly. They had her in a deep, royal blue that according to them would bring out the color of her eyes. The dressing was flowing, elegant. It was supposed soften her look. But the way she carried herself, she looked like a soldier in the wrong kind of uniform. She managed a slight nod to the President when she placed the crown on her head. “Thank you.”Zale received his crown and the light's faded. They were pushing them onto the stage, onto an uncomfortable comfortable, telling them to be friendly and smile. “You two look more put together than the last two victors... Or at least that girl... Ember... You know she smoked and drank through the whole interview?” Ember Colton. They were talking about the Butcher of District 12. She had almost matched Silver's kill record and was regarded as one of the most ruthless victors in the history of the Battle and yet... people loved her and her partner, Jan. Olivia didn't understand it. The Battle was not something to relish in. It was something you survived or you did not. Then the lights went up and the play began anew. Ceaser spoke to them and Olivia turned to him. “It seems like is happened in another life...”Her brother Paxton was with them. Singing as he did sometimes. The night before it had been joyous drinking songs, full of mirth, promise, and hope. The night before the Reaping was a celebration. The day of the Reaping was a somber occasion. District Six had allied with District 13. One of the first after District 3. And the Capitol had made them pay for it. When the railway hub had closed, due their affiliation with the demolished District 13, District Six had slid into a very rapid decline. Everything had come through here. Now, it was a graveyard occupied by living ghosts, for District six was a specter of what it once was and it's citizens were much of the same, hollow husks.
Save for the Resistance.
As Olivia walked with Caleb as he had Rebecca sitting on his shoulders. He held Liv’s hand, fingers entwined with hers, and kept his other hand on Rebecca’s knee, though Becca could be trusted not to squirm. Liv could see that he was happy, despite what today was. And she caught the look that he was giving her. Only Caleb could make her heart soar with just a look. And she returned his lazy smile with a bright one of her own.
They walked toward the square and listened to Paxton's somber song as he strummed his guitar.
“The young man stands on the edge of his porch. The days were short and the father was gone. There was no one in the town and no one in the field. This dusty barren land had given all it could yield.
“I've been kicked off my land at the age of sixteen, And I have no idea where else my heart could have been. I placed all my trust at the foot of this hill, And now I am sure my heart can never be still.
“So collect your courage and collect your horse And pray you never feel this same kind of remorse” [/color] She had been wrong before. This wasn't a somber song. It was a war song. A song about oppression, neglect, and vengeance. [/i]“Seal my heart and break my pride. I've nowhere to stand and now nowhere to hide. Align my heart, my body, my mind, To face what I've done and do my time.” [/color] They reached the square and saw a familiar sight; the children of District 6 dressed not in their finest clothes, but work uniforms. It was a small rebellion. One that didn't work, for all they ever heard from the Capitol about the tributes from District Six was how bad they felt that people from D6 couldn't even afford a good looking outfit. No wonder, District Six didn't have contenders. No small wonder they hadn't even been in the top 10 the last few years. [/i]“Well you are my accuser, now look in my face! Your oppression reeks of your greed and disgrace! So one man has and another has not! How can you love what it is you have got? “When you took it all from the weak hands of the poor; Liars and thieves you know not what is in store. There will come a time I will look in your eye, And you will pray to the God that you've always denied! “Then I'll go out back and I'll get my gun! I'll say, "You haven't met me, I am the only son!"” [/color] Olivia's mother had hushed Paxton once they got to the Square and were greeted with the sight of Olivia's eldest brother Calum, dressed in Peacekeeper White. It was a shameful sight when you considered that their father had died speaking out against the same people her brother served faithfully. “Turncoat!” Pax yelled. Again Liv's mother hushed them. On the tail of Mira’s shushing Rebecca added: ”Your voice is better suited for singing, Pax. Insults, even accurate ones, sully your pretty voice.”“Ah you are too kind, my smaller little sister.” Paxton joked. Olivia and her mother smiled at each and exchanged hugs. “We'll be right here, waiting for all of you. Caleb, you take care of my two favorite girls...” ”You know I will,” he said with a smile. Mira Tully squeezed the boy's arm and chuckled. “I'm so glad she has you.”“Mom...”Paxton laughed. “Alright, mom. You're embarrassing her. Okay, Little Sister, Smaller Little Sister, and Speedy, catch on the other side of the tracks, eh?”Caleb took both Rebecca and Liv’s hands, smiling at Pax. ”If I weren’t required to sit through this, I’d race you there. And win.”“Only because I'd let you win,” Paxton replied. There was a nod of respect thrown Caleb's way and then Mira and Paxton took their place with other adults that thankfully weren't of Reaping Age anymore. Olivia kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you for Breakfast, today. Come Rebecca, let's go take our place.”He smiled at Liv and walked with her into the crowd of eligible children, they embraced again but Caleb hugged Rebecca. Then they sat through the same promo. "War... terrible war..." Olivia mouthed the words to Caleb, making faces. It was insulting. This wasn't images of the war she had grown up hearing about. The war that her grandfather's brothers fought and died in. They both knew just what horse hockey it was. All jokes, however, dropped away as the Reaping truly began. The District Escort arrived with the usual vigor and tactless behavior. She was dressed in emerald green and her green eyes danced with delight. Her too clean hand hovered around the bowl, plunging in and drawing a name. She began to unfold it. "Rebecca Hunnington!"The color drained out from Olivia's face. Everything was happening so fast. Peacekeepers where coming to get Becca, her brother, Calum, among them. People were murmuring so loud that's all Liv could hear, and it was deafening. She didn't have enough time. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. ”Caleb…” Rebecca said, almost too softly to be heard. [/i] Not Becca. Please, not Becca.
Flashes of a life that was played in her head. Flashes of a future that would never be. Caleb would be broken by this. Just as she would have been broken if it had been his named called. Olivia couldn't allow him to go through that. Not when it was within her power to stop it.
“My name is Olivia Tully. Only daughter of Jonah and Mira Tully, and sister to Paxton and Calum Tully. And I volunteer as tribute. I volunteer in Rebecca's place.” Olivia found her voice and it was steady. But their were tears in her eyes.
“I'm so sorry,” she mouthed to Caleb as Calum's hand took a hold of her forearm. Then Caleb's voice rose above the murmurs. The boy tribute hadn’t even been drawn and announced. She hadn’t even taken a step toward the stage.
”I am Caleb Hunnington… You all know me well enough. Son to Sophia and Kristian and brother to Rebecca and Eliza and I volunteer. Take your hand out of the bowl… Ain’t a need to draw. I volunteer.” His voice was far strong. He turned from the stage, and looked down at Rebecca.
”No… Caleb, yoh can’t… You shouldn’t…” Rebecca sobbed, arms latching around his middle. ”I ain’t going to see you again…”
”Yes… yes you are. We’re both comin’ home. Now, go find Pax and Mira,” he said, gently but firmly tugging her arms from around his waist. He turned back to Calum. ”Take your hand off her, we can walk on our own.”
He slipped his hand into Liv’s and she knew nothing would be the same after this day.[/spoiler] “I volunteered for someone's sister. Caleb's. Caleb was my district partner, the love of my life, and my husband.” She said her hand finding Zale's, gripping it tightly. Only he would know how much she was shaking, how lost she felt. They didn't come here as Victors. They came as survivors.
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Post by QuinnTalon on Nov 23, 2013 21:56:27 GMT -5
Zale Sewell; District 4's Male Warrior for The Battle: The Fortuneteller's Son [/u] "One does not win a Battle. One merely survives it. We have only survived one battle, Olivia. Our war? That is just starting."[/i][/color][/center] His mother had braided his hair. It hadn't seemed like much. A mother did things like that for a child she nearly lost. Especially his, who's words were few but who's touches were gentle and telling. Their family wasn't one who talked overly much. Their love came in lessons and small kindnesses and gentle touches. In preparing their children for war and in honoring their parents in all things. So his mother had put a braid in his hair. Gently separated longish strands on one side and braided just a sliver of it. It wasn't yet long enough, she said, for anything spectacular, but now he would be expected to grow it a bit longer so that the symbolic braids--for one who had suffered and endured a great trial--would be visible. The stylists had come in not too terribly long after Olivia's mentors Andtaken her away from him, and he endured them with the same stoic indifference he always had. The bracelets they knew better not to touch. His and Riva's, who's he was wearing closer to his wrist because it wouldn't go so far up his arm. His cards were tucked into the inner pocket of his jacket after he'd wrapped them delicately in blue satin. The cards had seen better days. There was still sand in them. From the beach. Zale had painstakingly kept that sand in that same satin. He couldn't stand the thought of losing a single grain of it. The hair-stylist had set to work on trimming away the damaged ends, and once again Zale endured it. Dealt with it. At least, until he felt the man start to unravel the small band holding his braid, and then he caught the man's wrist, his steel-blue eyes having turned to ice-cold iron. "Touch it again, and I will tear your hands off."The room had gone cold and dead quiet, and the man had nodded in muted terror. It was only then that he released him. The room stayed cold-silent after that, the tittering around him having stopped. He wanted quiet anyway, because he couldn't stand it anymore. He felt off kilter and unbalanced and he needed to find that again. For so long, Riva had been his only friend. The only person who truly understood him in a way that was not a father or a mother. She was his friend, and had been the only one to truly accept him. And now he was without that. Without her quiet strength at his back to keep him focused. She'd taken his hand and trusted him, and now he was the one who was going back to their home. For his entire life, he would hold himself responsible for that. The coat he wore was a light fabric of black over a midnight blue that 'highlighted his eyes well'. Zale knew he was no raving beauty and never would be, but he was himself. The pants were tighter and constrictive, and the boots... ...What he wouldn't give to move about in his barefeet again. He hated shoes. Boots. He wanted... ...He hated all these things on his feet. The Victor's crown had been put on Olivia's head, and then on his by this...President, and Zale didn't do a thing to hide. She looked him in the eyes, and he looked right back at her, his own telling a story of war and pain and holding a fire all their own. A quiet ember of something that could one day take true flame. Her 'congratulations' fell flaccid and disingenuous from her lips. Or perhaps he imagined it, but from his own came a 'Thank You' that was quite obviously a lie. Zale had never managed to master the camera or the lying at all. And why should he have? He was a Priest. And then they were in front of the cameras and sitting on that stage for their interviews, and Olivia had grasped his hand so tightly in her own. He could feel her shaking, even if she sounded so strong and he knew. He'd known since he'd been announced as 'Victor' what his purpose would now be. Because he'd made a promise. And their War was far from over. He was her Champion now. That was his duty. To see to her safety and to be sure of her protection. To stand between her and what this world could turn them both into if they weren't careful. To stay true and honest and to be the one thing she could trust in. That was his job now. And he would do it. "It was my destiny." He offered to the Interviewer, though his eyes followed Olivia to the man--the Peacekeeper--in the Front. His eyes had narrowed at her, and Zale looked at her. And then at The Peacekeeper. I am not afraid of you. You are beneath me. Nothing more than a man in a white suit.It would be there, in his eyes, for that man to see. His purpose. His promise. That one would know that it hadn't ended in The Arena for Zale. It would never end while he still breathed. Zale didn't know who that one was, but that didn't much matter. Olivia knew. "I volunteered because it was my destiny. The One gives us Purpose. It is our Responsibility to See it Through. It is Known."
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Post by CuteLikeMurder on Nov 23, 2013 22:14:53 GMT -5
[/SIZE] “The world is filled with rational people. But it also has survivors. People who fought tooth and nail to get to a tomorrow that was never promised to them. You can trust a rational person to be rational. But a survivor... well they are unpredictable. They looked into the abyss and the abyss started back into them. That changes a person. For better or worse nothing is the same after that. And that is why they are the most dangerous people alive. Because something was killed inside of them. And as they say in District Four, “What is dead may never die, but rises again, harder and stronger.” It is known.”[/color][/font][/center] Olivia glanced at Zale and what shone in her eyes was compassion and understanding. They were both survivors, battle-tested. She got him. He understood her. She wasn't his Riva, and he'd never be her Caleb. But they were bonded, she and Zale. She could call him friend, brother, savior, and confidant. Olivia nodded and echoed Zale. “It is known.”
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Post by Seryna on Nov 23, 2013 22:24:10 GMT -5
"Th President has said that she's very interested in your district token, Olivia. I think I've seen it once or twice in the districts, but never in the Capitol. What does it mean to you?"
The same question was phrased to Zale, an interest in his district token. Yet no one had seen it before as a token.
"What does it mean to you, Zale?" The man posed. "We have been told that Kris Linkletter looked up an ancient book of Tarot while he was in the training center. Did you two share this?"
There is a polite pause as the interviewer leaned forward to speak his next question. He does not look for his cue cards; this is not a 'scheduled' question.
"There's something of a curiousity running through the crowd, Olivia. 'It is known'. We've heard this phrase many times through out this games. Someone checked and it was mentioned once in the twenty sixth Games. Not at all in the 25th Games.
Hyperion, Nettle and Coraline have not used this phrase within our hearing in the last few years. Could you explain it for us?" A kind smile, some excitement in the eyes. "What is known? Is it a mantra? A prayer? How have you, a child of district six, learned?"
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Post by QuinnTalon on Nov 24, 2013 12:52:15 GMT -5
[/u][/i][/url] "One does not win a Battle. One merely survives it. We have only survived one battle, Olivia. Our war? That is just starting."[/color][/center][/font] District Tokens. They were interested in 'District Tokens'? They were merely things that they took into the Arena to remind them of home. Zale had taken his cards because they were a symbol of who he was. Others took treasured pieces of jewelry. Janus Colton had taken a bracelet his brother had made into the Arena with him, and had given it to Coral and Kingston when they were fashioning that boat to send them to The One. Zale's eyes found the pendant. Saint Jude. The Patron Saint of Lost Causes, and Zale squeezed her hand again. He always had odd affiliation with Saint Christopher. Odd, because Zale never had much use for travel or wandering, but he was always drawn to the image. Most would thing Agabus or Brendan--with him being a Fortuneteller and from District Four--but no... Christopher. He was drawn to Saint Christopher. And then they were asking about his cards. Kris Linkletter had gotten a book out of the library? For what purpose? Anyone else, he could understand but those of District Three were rarely spiritual or religious. They were logical, practical people, and he couldn't understand... ...Perhaps to learn more about him. "I was not made aware of any similarities between the two of us. Kris of The Wires and I were not the closest." It was true. In fact, Zale would even go so far as to think he had been somewhat territorial. Olivia had come to him for a reading at lunch, and upon seeing her with him--them, being Riva and Riven--he had made his way over. Perhaps to see what all the fuss was about. "As for the significance...they were a gift from my mother. She is a fortuneteller, and I wished to be one as well should I be...should I survive. Which I've done." And so he would likely become such. However, Riva lived in him as well now. He would become the Warrior-Priest she had always wanted to be. As for what they were asking about 'It is Known'. He didn't quite understand. It was just a thing they said. 'It is Known'. "...It is merely...it is a thing we say. Sometimes it is a prayer. Sometimes it is a toast. Sometimes it is something we say when we wish to show we share an opinion. Or when we speak a truth. We say it, and those who agree or those who share the sentiment will...repeat it. As Riva and I used to do for each other. As Olivia has done for me here tonight."It was a hard thing to explain, when it was just the way life was. "One of my mentors said that they did not speak as we speak when in The Capitol because...they did not wish to...some, they say, do not bend well. They see our dialect as--I am searching for the correct word--different? It is not the word, but it is the one I know. But..they do not bend well.
"Well...I do not 'bend' well either, and see no reason to contort myself into an uncomfortable box when they feel no obligation to compromise and meet me halfway.
"This is who I am, and I am Zale of District Four and I am as The One made me."
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Post by Seryna on Nov 26, 2013 19:30:40 GMT -5
"It is merely a thing that you say a lot." Cesar smiled and the crowd tittered. "Thankyou, Zale, for the explanation." Cesar continues, dropping the smile. "We see only snap shots of your lives when you come together for the Games. What came before for you isn't known to us - your history. We tried to find out more before your Games, but there is so much more to learn about you." The crowd roared in agreement. Someone with Violet hair screamed "It is known!"Cesar smiled out to the crowd and yet when he looked back to Zale and Olivia he made an apologetic experssion. Something from home from them may become just another trend here in the Capitol. "There are a few burning questions that I have on my mind." Cesar continued. "You were such an unorthodox alliance. You broke most of the rules - the stronger tributes eliminating the weak was one I most enjoyed seeing you do away with. You showed us something that has been budding since the 25th Hunger Games - something that I think people are hungry for. "Going into the Training Center is a very confusing time for some tributes. In the first interview, I'm sure that you remember many who spoke of trying new foods or new experiences. For many tributes, that is the first time that they have to focus on their strategy for winning the Games. As you were both volunteers, had your mind ran through a few scenarios for how you would survive? Looking back at your first conversations with your new alliance mates, did you stick with your original idea?" Question 4: You also formed an alliance that included almost every district at one point.
How did it feel having so many strong personalities working together? In the Cavern, what made you decide to band together until you saw the light? Even after, you were in no rush to battle. Can you tell me if it was more difficult, coming to know these people who fought in the Cavern alongside you?"
Cesar leaned back, crossing his legs at the ankle.
2. As you were both volunteers, had your mind ran through a few scenarios for how you would survive?
3. Looking back at your first conversations with your new alliance mates, did you stick with your original idea?
Question 4: You also formed an alliance that included almost every district at one point.
How did it feel having so many strong personalities working together?
Question 5: Can you tell me if it was more difficult, coming to know these people who fought in the Cavern alongside you?"
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Post by CuteLikeMurder on Nov 27, 2013 11:06:40 GMT -5
[/SIZE] “The world is filled with rational people. But it also has survivors. People who fought tooth and nail to get to a tomorrow that was never promised to them. You can trust a rational person to be rational. But a survivor... well they are unpredictable. They looked into the abyss and the abyss started back into them. That changes a person. For better or worse nothing is the same after that. And that is why they are the most dangerous people alive. Because something was killed inside of them. And as they say in District Four, “What is dead may never die, but rises again, harder and stronger.” It is known.”[/color][/font][/center] It's merely a thing they say a lot. The citizens of the Capitol hear you speak but they didn't listen. If they did listen... Caleb might still be alive. The light in her eyes faded. Caleb was gone. She had to keep reminding herself not to look for him in the crowd. Olivia didn't know how many times she thought she saw him only to do a double take and feel ridiculous that she even entertain the thought that he was still with her. “I wasn't the one with the plan. Ca-... Caleb had the plan. He'd make everyone like him, us. And that's what he did. It worked for the first few days.”
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Post by QuinnTalon on Nov 28, 2013 10:27:19 GMT -5
[/u][/i][/url] "One does not win a Battle. One merely survives it. We have only survived one battle, Olivia. Our war? That is just starting."[/color][/center][/font] Zale listened to Olivia's explanation, nodding. Caleb had been a leader, and it didn't shock him that he had put together that rather large alliance. Their own--the Career Alliance--hadn't been small this year. Usually it was just The Palace and the Quarry, and sometimes Those of The Sea. This year, they'd included The Mines and The Pickers. It had taken their Alliance to a total of Ten People. Though they'd lost Lazuli of The Palace early. Very early. Olivia's face became haunted again, and Zale squeezed her hand. She wouldn't recover from this anytime soon. That was obvious. It would be like his parents losing each other. His sister losing her love. His brother. "Riven of The Palace put together our alliance. Riva and I kept ourselves aloof until the final day of training, really. We were not sure if we did not wish to go it alone. It was why we only joined when we were sure." He wanted to be sure of their honor. Of their intentions. He was not a bloodthirsty monster and didn't intend to make of himself one. "We thought it foolish, when we all fell into the cavern, to fight. We did not know what we faced. Fighting together made more sense than fighting apart. And when Riva and I were separated from our Alliance by the rock, we realized we had to be smart.
"And from the very beginning, we had a non-aggression pact with The Rails. The One speaks, and this one heeds His words."
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Post by Seryna on Nov 30, 2013 17:52:58 GMT -5
Cesar nodded solemnly before he continued. "You speak of taking your time deciding your alliance. The two of you chose not to join the same alliance from the start. Why not? What changed from the first day and the Blood Bath? Did something help you come to trust each other more than that first day?"
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Post by CuteLikeMurder on Nov 30, 2013 18:01:22 GMT -5
[/SIZE] “The world is filled with rational people. But it also has survivors. People who fought tooth and nail to get to a tomorrow that was never promised to them. You can trust a rational person to be rational. But a survivor... well they are unpredictable. They looked into the abyss and the abyss started back into them. That changes a person. For better or worse nothing is the same after that. And that is why they are the most dangerous people alive. Because something was killed inside of them. And as they say in District Four, “What is dead may never die, but rises again, harder and stronger.” It is known.”[/color][/font][/center] “Riven was a noble warrior. She appealed to Zale and Riva's shared nobility. My alliance was large which was going to draw attention... perhaps not the right kind. Riven met with myself and Ca... my district mate. She told us we wouldn't die by her blade. We promised her the same. So there were no true alliances. We were all friends first. And we understood fully what that would do to us in the Arena,” Olivia explained. “Silver, the so-called Victor. He came for me first. Aurora put herself on the line for me. She didn't know me. She wasn't my mentor. But she didn't even blink. What Aurora did and how the Career Alliance reacted to what Silver had done. All of these Victors from different districts, their tributes too, everyone coming together and telling Silver to stand down. It was then I started to realize that we all shared a common enemy... the Arena itself.”
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Post by Seryna on Nov 30, 2013 19:54:20 GMT -5
"I see..." There was interest dancing in Cesar's eyes. "So you never had animosity between your alliances. Very rare." He nods out to the audience who explodes into various responses. Some cheer but most hiss. As Olivia's words about the Arena itelf being the enemy were played on the teleprompter, some people began to stir in thier seats and muttter. Cesar frowns and turns back to his victors, re - directing the interview to show his subject's best sides.
"I have to agree with you, Olivia. I found Riva and Riven to be very special young women. We won't see some one of thier caliber for awhile... if ever again."
The audience warmed, some shouting "One! One!" and "It is Known!"
"We're talking about people who made a special impression on all of us. Can we talk about how you felt about the other people that you shared the arena with? How were the dynamics in your large alliance? Who were your friends and who were just there?"
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Post by QuinnTalon on Dec 1, 2013 13:41:41 GMT -5
[/u][/i][/url] "One does not win a Battle. One merely survives it. We have only survived one battle, Olivia. Our war? That is just starting."[/color][/center][/font] Zale listened to Olivia, and then to Cesar, and tried very hard not to scowl at the audience and their 'It is Knowns'. It was being used completely wrong. As if....He closed his eyes, and then looked at the man who...there was no way to tell how old he really was, was there? Was that even what he actually looked like? Was there a piece of him left that The One had created? "I see no reason for animosity. The Battle is just that: A Battle. Perhaps in another place, we would have all been friends. And as for impressions...
"Riva has been my closest friend for a very good long time. I have no illusions that even back on The Sea, I am seen as a bit...odd. Riva was the only one--the first--to really see me. I will miss her greatly.
"And Riven, of course, because of our shared 'nobility', I supposed. We were both born warriors, and our souls knew each other. We gave each other the battle of our lives, and for that I will always be thankful to her.
"The others...we had varying closeness with the others, but as I and Riva used to say to each other: "The One is in The Rain, and we are made of The Rain." We are all each other. To hurt one is to hurt all. To hate one is to hate myself. To love one is to love all. It is known."
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