TWO YEARS AGO, A CRIMINAL ORGANIZATION GOING BY THE NAME TEAM IMUM WRECKED CHAOS ACROSS THE LAND, DAMAGING CITIES AND KILLING THOUSANDS OF CITIZENS. While Imum itself has long since been disbanded, however, the region remains broken: entire towns have been laid to waste and the Association struggles to find homes for those who were lucky enough to survive the attempted genocide. Reconstruction trudges on as usual... but with three factions - the Association, the corporations, and the people - each wishing to take the rebuilding of an entire region down opposite paths, how long will it be before Lyeant's last leg gives out permanently?
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Finally. Things hadn't been quite as tranquil as she'd hoped they'd be when Olivia came back, bleeding and with no marine biologist on her toes. Nerea's eyes grew with confusion and worry, wondering not what had happened but rather why her brunette friend—were they still friends?—was standing in their front door, so many days after the Sea had shown her Olivia's demise. This stupor lasted only until the post-humous apparition coughed out words that sounded awfully like an apology and a plea for help, which was when Nerea ushered her back into their humble home by the beach, although it no doubt would have lasted longer had she been left to the orchestra of a rising tide.
Nerea had never before seen a ghost in her life, but her family had been a superstitious kind for generations. It really wouldn't have been odd for her to believe this to be her dear old friend's spirit seeking some sort of closure for the things she never got to do in life, for the things she never got to achieve. But her ghostly figure felt too real, her wounds looked and smelled way too real.
"Oh, mighty Sea,"
she exclaimed once Olivia was safely resting on a chair, her already pale face losing all color and expression. It really was Olivia, but barely hanging on.
That had been a few months ago now. Nerea questioned nothing and nursed Olivia back to health. She did not ask about the whereabouts of the other woman, the scientist she knew as Laney Delano, either. It was partly for fear that it would trigger unpleasant flashbacks not only for Olivia, but for the psychic who saw her closest friend die days before she presumed she had, or would have, it did not matter; and partly because there simply had been no time. Despite the redheaded woman's desire to stay in the safety of their summer house longer, to stay in safety at all, they found themselves on the move again. A new region, a new conflict between sparring factions, a new scenery of misery, and weeks passed between either of them noticed it.
The scientist, now Lady Commander of the Court Physicians or a similarly silly title, had made it back somehow, sometime along the way. Nerea closed her eyes, throwing her mind and body at the menial task of pouring tea for her and their newly crowned Queen back in their tent. Now rid of her ceremonial costume, she felt more comfortable now; she felt free. The frown that had invaded her pretty face at the thought of Miss Delano slowly faded away. She did not matter now. Not right now. Right now, it was only Olivia, Nerea, and this calming tea. Nobody else.
Finally, they had some time for themselves.
The young seer noiselessly placed one cup in front of her friend—they were still friends—before taking a sip of her own.
"Olivia,"
she called, the worry she felt for once betraying the composed coldness of her voice. A gulp went down her throat, disguised in with the warmth of another sip of her earl grey tea. A hundred and one thoughts flashed through her mind, questions and concerns and demands—mostly demands—that had been floating around her head and shoulder-length strands for months.
"Does the weight of that crown compare at all to the weight of the burdens it attracts?"
She couldn't voice them, not her questions or concerns or demands. So, instead, she tried to ask her about the coronation from that very day, she tried to break the ice. It was funny, actually. Five months ago, she would not have fathomed the need for breaking the ice. The two were still friends, but they had grown distant. She had to admit it, even though she certainly did not like even the idea of that. Something had to be done about it.
Post by Olivia Valentine Mahgaden on Jan 16, 2017 1:02:26 GMT -6
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[attr="class","humour"]Changing out out of the stuffy coronation dress was a blessing from Arceus itself. It was an expensive and elegant walking sauna and Olivia nearly tore the thing apart trying to get out of it, needing the assistance of two ladies in waiting. Once the dress was off she had the grunts take it away for preservation and display; the coronation of a Queen is a historical event and Olivia wanted to make sure her legacy would last. She watched as they took the dress to who knows where which finally gave the newly crowned Queen a moment to herself. She quickly changed into more comfortable clothing, a tank top bearing The Crown's symbol with a thin denim jacket on top and some black skinny jeans and some sexy stilettos, before going to a cabinet where she kept the liquor. A nice glass of rum would help take the ease off the day.
Or it would have, were she not interrupted by a Knight who called for her presence outside the tent "door". With a sigh, she allowed him in to hear his message: apparently she had been summoned to a meeting by the Lady Commander of the Magicians. Odd. The two hadn't really had a chance to talk alone since arriving to Lyeant about... Well, about anything. This talk, whatever it may be, was a long time coming.
Olivia made her way to the Lady Commander's tent quickly and found Nerea preparing tea for the two of them. A seat was pulled out, assumedly for Olivia, and she took her place. If there was one thing that would never change about the redhead, it was that she always knew what was coming. Olivia just wish she had listened to her insight on the future more often.
Her own name pulled Olivia out of her reminiscing on past mistakes. "Hm, oh, thank you for the tea, dear." The brunette said, picking the steaming cup up. The warmth spread through her fingers which were cold as steel, but that was the norm nowadays since she became more than just a human. The question was expected and not the first time she had heard it since the coronation. Many people thought crowning herself Queen was a little much but it was something that had to be done. None would question her authority or rule now, lest they face the wrath of a monarch.
Olivia took a tentative sip of the tea before placing the crown that was on her head on the table in front of her and said, "The burdens that may come from this glamorous headpiece are nothing short of feathers floating in the wind. Gone and unnoticed just as quickly as they appear."
She sipped at her tea again as she added, "But do tell, Nerea, why you called me in here to talk. Surely it must be more important than some silly crown."
Nerea nodded at her guest's distracted words of thanks. Something else was on her mind, she could tell, but the topic of what exactly that was remained a mystery for the redhead. A slight frown made its way to her face. They really had gone way too long without sharing their thoughts with one another, and it showed all too painfully in their current interaction. Thank the stormy waters in Hoenn that they were alone in a private, closed space that had come to be known as Nerea's quarters. Subjecting anyone else to this sight—and, by anyone, she mainly meant her homologous for the group's scientists—would be too much.
She watched silently as the brunette gave herself a moment to think, following with her eyes the movement of her hands from the moment they leaned her cup over for a sip, to the moment they let the shiny crown to rest on the table. A small smile grazed her lips when she noticed the casual attire Olivia was wearing now. Even though she looked stunning in her coronation gown, she had always looked the most comfortable in pieces like that tank top or those jeans. In Nerea's eyes, she looked the most radiant in them.
"The burdens that may come from this glamorous headpiece are nothing short of feathers floating in the wind. Gone and unnoticed just as quickly as they appear."
Yes, she was afraid so. With a peculiar and most certainly unwanted thumping in her chest, the redhead's eyes settled on her tea. She watched it ebb and flow in tiny ripples when she switched her position, and saw nothing. Of course she didn't. Many of the other members, every one of them none the wiser, thought her visions took place on any watery surface. They were wrong, but at some point Nerea had decided that letting them believe so would keep them away from her longer.
"You are far too selfless,"
she proclaimed, tone soft and serious just like when she gave voice and made tale of her visions.
"The wind may not always dance to your favor, my friend. It might rise against us, one day, it might bring unwanted ashes back."
Nerea's visions required sea water. Of which she had a small bowl in another of the tent's compartments, thanks to Olivia. She had sent for some to be retrieved from Eastern Irisia, and replaced everyday, without Nerea ever asking for it. It was one of the reasons she knew she could trust Olivia: she remembered and anticipated her needs. She remembered. It was also one of the reasons she could not stay put about the ceremony that made everything official.
Putting aside all flair she had been taught to speak with all those years ago, when she was small and weak and vulnerable, she spoke up again,
"I worry for you, Olivia. I believe in our cause, I believe in you, but it doesn't stop me from worrying."
Her lip quivered as her mind pondered whether she should continue or not. She was about to swim into dangerous waters, from which she knew there was no coming back. But her heart had already been set. Olivia was right; she hadn't called her simply to talk about some prop.
Sighing profusely, taking another sip of the water that had fooled many before her; it was all she could do to delay the inevitable. Finally, as last resort, Nerea closed her eyes. As if that would help her escape from the terrible, terrible things that the water whispered to her.
Post by Olivia Valentine Mahgaden on Jan 21, 2017 14:30:09 GMT -6
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[attr="class","humour"]It didn't take a psychic to figure out what Nerea was hinting at, although being an aura reading empath did help. The ashes she spoke of were just that; skeletons so deep in the closet that Olivia had them burned and scattered into the winds never to return. If what the clairvoyant said was true, however, then the skeletons were back to haunt her. It wouldn't be the first time her past came back in such a way, the Queen mused, thinking back to when her dear long thought dead Laney returned to her.
That was not the concern for now though. Nerea was. She was troubled by something, that much was obvious. Olivia felt a pang of guilt at her words. Even before becoming one with Magearna, the brunette always had a soft spot for Nerea. But now, for Olivia to hear that she had caused the poor psychic such worry, truly brought pains to her cold heart.
The onslaught of feelings was still something Olivia needed to get used to. Her hands trembled as she held the steaming cup, miniature waves rippling through the sea of tea before crashing into the porcelain walls. For it wasn’t just her own newfound range of emotions Olivia felt, but also Nerea’s. She could literally feeling the anxiety and worry cascading from the redheaded girl and it was as if she were standing beneath a freezing waterfall.
Gaining a grip on herself, Olivia managed to close her eyes and sip on the tea to soothe herself. The warmth spread through her body until Nerea’s words cut through the warmth like a sword through flesh. Olivia’s eyes snapped open at her words and the usual clear blue of her eyes was cloudy and fogged with pain; not her own, but Nerea’s.
“What of Cinnabar?” Olivia asked, her voice calm…. Like the calm before a storm.
It was such a strange sight to see Olivia so affected by her words. Not just strange, no—it scared the redhead. It wasn't that she often disregarded her or anything of the sort, all seas forbid. Olivia had just always been the calm breeze to her tide, the pillar that supported and made her feel safe and home. But now? Anxiety, worry, dreaf, even terror: Nerea could see it all reflected in Olivia's eyes, a reflection she had trouble recognising as her own insecurities. She wasn't used to it, but then again she wasn't used to any of this. She wasn't used to looking out so much for someone else, either.
The question that followed would be the last drop, the one to make the water overflow.
"You very well know, Olivia,"
she almost choked out, a single stray tear slowly sliding down her cheek. Nerea didn't often take pride in her ability to conceal her emotions, but she certainly did wonder where it had gone in that moment. This was too much. She could feel her whole body trembling, and seconds later she also saw it as her hands sought support on a nearby chair that would move in unison with her.
After a few failed attempts at steadying herself, the psychic gave up and allowed herself to continue in that same sorry state,
"That afternoon, you came back to me bleeding."
She halted suddenly at the word, as if the act of even pronouncing it sent her back to another time of greater distress. Nerea could almost see the images that plagued her dreams for nights on end after Laney and Olivia left. A sigh escaped her lips, so heavy it also pulled her eyelids closed, and then a flurry of words she had been keeping in for far too long.
"I asked you not to go, to stay where it was safe—safer. Of course I wanted you to listen to me, but did you think I wouldn't be even more opposed to being left behind?"
There was pain, almost palpable, in her voice. There was hurt; there was accusation.
