Walking miles and miles back he held his brother within his arms tears and blood down his face. He looked to the other Gehennans his face turned and the golden mana flickered he was angry. His tears disintegrated within his own flames.

Making his way into the city looking at the others he looked to Kuja. " They put him in this predicament, they kept coaxing him to be apart of Crux."

" Its their fault they!.... They put our family in jeopardy! Kuja they will die and they pay for their transgressions. All of them, they pressured him into being apart."

He looked to the prisoners. " They killed Laemor too. They have to pay a life for a life. We spare their people but they kill ours like dogs in the fucking street."

He tightened his gauntlets.

" Who will be the first to go."
(Sia Mori)
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[22:16] Nym Ann whispers something.
[22:16] Adonis Lowe whispers something.
[22:17] The eyes of Shenlong briefly drift towards the corpse brought to the town; and while he sees Ahmir dispense quickly with the mess that was being made, he cannot help but divert entirety of his attention towards the dead body.

It seems that raid had gone a lot poorer than he initially expected. But...

This would also mean bad news for them, the prisoners, wouldn't it? Inevitably, he shifts his gaze towards Elyon for a moment, pondering what's been going through his mind at the moment.

Keitaro only stays silent. This really isn't the time to fuel the flames.
(Keitaro)
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[22:18] Nym Ann whispers something.
[22:19] Nym Ann whispers something.
[22:22] "Move."

He'd walk past Noodles, purposely bumping into her shoulder as he went past her. Boiling with anger as his mana would be clashing and crashing in his mana pools. Emotion so unsure and unwavering that he'd switch from wind to Fire on every step, both sides crashing and lashing out at one another as they'd attempt to fight for the spot of what was encapsulating the mori.

Finally reaching the body... you'd exspect him to scream. To Yell. To mourn.

But instead.

He'd fall to his knees. His flame-like aura dancing and intertwining with the wind in his magical arsenal..... So much hate and Anxeity in one man...

No words, only action. Raising his arm in the air-- it surrounded in his magical influence. A -crash- into the ground with the influence of his ifrit's demon, a large gauntlet made of fire to make a crate into the ground.

Still silent.

His tears in retort to Sia's words. His mana still flying aimlessly guided by his emotion and pain.
(Kuja Mori)
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[22:23] There's just the slightest shift, and he could only feel the way his breaths fastened ever so slightly. Words being tossed around-- adrenaline running high...

He'd only turn to briefly glance towards Keitaro, before allowing his gaze to drift off. Genuinely... unsure of what to say, or do here.

"I... don't know what happened, it's-- Ashalle's decision. She had me... and my brother come to an agreement, I..."

There's a slower pause now.

"...I wouldn't kill someone like that-- I don't know what they did in Gehenna, but."

Sia should know it- given their past encounter.

"...Ashalle isn't around-- wait for her before making any drastic decisions..."
(Elyon Hirai)
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[22:23] All attention was on Sia as he entered the town with a corpse in his arms. For a moment, the acrobat couldn't register what she was looking at, though as she looked at the lifeless face of her dear Kott, she could have sworn her heart shattered like glass. All of the disciplined emotion control that Noodles displayed earlier seemed to fail her as she held her hands over her mouth.

Tears streamed from her eyes as she realized that her precious friend was dead. Her knees wobbled weakly, and the bump from Kuja finally knocked her down, where she sobbed almost silently. The world was spinning around her, and she wanted to vomit. It was like prophecy that this would appear before her after what had occurred with Kuja.
(Noodles)
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[22:25] No words were given by Eshmun, their arms were just folded in front of them while looking up to the sky above. It looks like whatever raid had happened, that it all just became a mess in the end, with losses from both sides. But even more devastating ones from this one.

A small shake of the head is given, no words responding to the threat given by Sia to the three of them, the three prisoners. After all, there was nothing he could really argue against it all. With no true ability to go against it all, he waited.
(Eshmun Hirai)
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[22:29] {Item} You picked up Kotts Key. Dropped by Sia Mori. .
[22:39] It was as he said. The goals which they sought would not be adorned in the beauty of glory. Freedom, was but an invitation for sacrifice. Perhaps they all knew that some would not persist beyond the test of Agartha, yet that realization probably strikes all too hard. Especially for the Moris.

Ahmir for one, crosses his arms as Sia speaks. So, Laemor had died... Such was definitely noteworthy loss, yet the words which flows from his lips does strike hard enough for the Valerius to hum softly as he chimes in.

"Do not disrespect ya' brother. Unlike them, he has chosen ta' face fate while fully knowing it would come ta' this. Do not restrain his sacrifice, as somethin' that'd been locked beneath th' chains of another's expectations."

Alike Kott, there'd perhaps been a faint glimmer of hope that he'd receive a sense of belonging from those he cared for. The Valerius himself, one whom could be considered the most selfish of them all was surprisingly... Pondering on the notion of a single death.

"He was free. Ta' decide how he lived, and died. Do not take somethin', which is precious an' degrade it. Mourn him, wish his spirit a safe voyage beyon' the veil, an' most of all do not allow for one ta' steal away th' memory which drives ya'."

He is not alike the beacon of pride that projects herself as impervious, ever selective for what it is he feels is, and isn't noteworthy. It was an odd sort of reverence, one that'd allow him to seek more, to seek any means of ensuring that this glaring emptiness would not go without direction.

"For th' things ya' lose along th' way, use it as fuel ta' never lose again. Do not allow this ta' shackle ya' soul. 'Less Agartha will see that ya' will lose everything, as he has."
(Ahmir Valerius)
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[22:47] Nym Ann whispers something.
[22:47] Nym Ann whispers something.
[22:48] Nym yawns.
(Nym Ann)
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[22:48] " Is that what Ashalle did when Kamui died? Did she not let it shackle her when she killed five plus PEOPLE!" He grinded his teeth and looked at Ahmir.

" Fuck that who are you to tell me about my own fucking brother I grew up with him day after day and lived and laugh with him. I don't give a shit what you have to say or anyone else. Someone is paying I don't care who but someone paying."

He said breathing heavily as in he were amping his own self up.

" You ever lost a brother. What about you twins have you. Do you want to feel what its like to lose a brother. Like I have. You attacked us back in Leven, I know you are not innocent." He said walking towards them as he laid Kott on Kuja's arms.

" Do you know what Ashalle will do when she finds out her a piece of her pride has died. Do you think she will bat an eye at your deaths or any other Gehennans."

(Sia Mori)
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[22:48] Nym nudges Adonis with her elbow and whispers down to him while she floats with her arms crossed and her tail coiling around her waist.
(Nym Ann)
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[22:48] Nym Ann whispers something.
[22:48] Adonis Lowe whispers something.
[22:49] Nym Ann whispers something.
[22:50] In truth, this still felt pretty tense...

And while he could partially relate to the losses of those around him, it was overshadowed by concern of his own fate, and those that surrounded him. So long as he remained a prisoner- even if he had sworn his loyalty already- there was a certain disdain towards him and he was sure of that.

What would happen if one of them were to snap towards him?

It's not that he'd have many choices left, but none of these choices would be anything good at all. His lips idly purse, turning to glance towards Elyon.
(Keitaro)
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[22:50] Keitaro whispers something.
[22:50] Keitaro whispers something.
[22:53] Amber-hues dropped down to look straight at Sia, no words were spoken, having a feeling that saying something would just make it work. Not to mention all the words that he could say...May just end up being seen as threatening. With exactly how tense the situation actually was, all they could do was look forward and watch, and listen.

It seemed like today was not their day, his or his brothers.


(Eshmun Hirai)
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[22:53] ". . ."

Locked in his own cycle of anger and sadness. His mana and its outward form as well as shape a showing of this. The wind interlacing with the fire. Fighting for place -- a physical manifestation of his thoughts.

The demon that was ifrit riddling his mind, his dead eyes agape stare at his brothers body. Objects and vision shifting and morphing as he'd stare down at his right arm, raising it to see the Firey gauntlet that he had made.... Not much time to question the Ifrit's claw made from emotion and a damaged mentality

He'd hear his brother spout more about death ...this and that, numbers and the ladder. The Firey claw that he had made, alongside his normal hand, clencing at his dome, clawing into it like he was trying to pull something out of his skull.

Wanting to -roar-, but his body not strong enough a vessel to let out the true noise he wanted to utter.

Stuck. Shocked.
(Kuja Mori)
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[22:53] Adonis Lowe whispers something.
[22:53] Nym Ann whispers something.
[22:54] Nym Ann whispers something.
[22:54] "It's-- it's different.."

The words are low, though he made sure that no sharpness was present all the while.

"I fought in Levengard because a brawl broke out, and even then-- after we fought, I didn't do anything to you because-- I'm not like that. I won't just hurt someone like that. I just wanted to protect the ones I thought were mine-"

There's a slower pause now, head shaking from one side to the other.

"Levengard labelled me a traitor over literally nothing but personal dislike of a couple individuals. They almost tried to execute-- and the ones I thought would stand by me ignored it all. I had no where to go-- Dusk's an enemy, and... even if I don't know them well; Gehenna was my option. The one place to belong."

Ah.

"Me or my brother-- none of us have been there for more than half an year. We already swore loyalty to Ashalle--there's an agreement. We've been betrayed from every direction, just... please, wait on her."
(Elyon Hirai)
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[22:58] He was gone forever. She would never hear his voice, or see him move, or dance with him again. Noodles was sick. She couldn't lose Kott. She picked herself up and weakly forced herself to stagger away. Ahmir's words were true, but she couldn't stand to go by them just yet.

She tried to run, but she lacked her balance. She was so dizzy.

So dizzy...

The world was spinning so fast...

Oh no...

Soon, her hands were latched over her mouth as she ran off towards her flowerbed.

Oh...

Ew...
(Noodles)
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[23:04] To flicker from a once empathetic state to that of sheer hostility is perhaps not too uncommon for the Valerius. Yet it shows in how his jade hues cut over towards Sia.

"I ain't gonna' be th' one to tell ya', that once we ain't ever been shackled by what it is we loss. You will settle, an' wait for Ashalle ta' return an' decide what it is she desires to do with these prisoners." He scowls.

"They will pay, though ya' won't speak ta' me as if though I don't understand. As if though I haven't struggled for much longer than ya' could fathom. Do not test me, Sia Mori. I will tell you, as I told them."

He turns, his tone apathetic despite the obvious aggression which adorns his now 'pointed' focus.

"I do not care for things that set me, or my sister back. I... will personally send ya' to ya' grave."
(Ahmir Valerius)
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[23:09] Eshmun Hirai whispers something.
[23:11] Keitaro whispers something.
[23:11] Eshmun Hirai whispers something.
[23:12] Keitaro whispers something.
[23:12] Keitaro whispers something.
[23:13] Eshmun Hirai whispers something.
[23:15] Sia smirked with disbelief hearing everyone.

" You claimed loyalty, I guess that's what that collar means. Loyal." He said breathing heavily. He started to walk to them slower and slower. " I let them down, they trusted me." He said referring to his own parents wanted nothing more for them to escape the wars from their own home in Gehenna's country.

His saw red light. " That loyalty wont mean anything to Ashalle when she gets back. You all are waiting for her like she will be your saving grace when you should be worried about her more than me." He said as his eyes were reddened.

His heard Ahmir but he was not listening. " My twin and my brother. This was always war a never ending cycle, and If I am doomed to play on this record, believe I will get paid what I am owed in blood."

He charged his fist aimed at the brothers with anger in his eyes. " You should have killed me when you had the chance there is no good or evil everyone is bad."
(Sia Mori)
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[23:16] Eshmun Hirai whispers something.
[23:17] Keitaro whispers something.
[23:17] Eshmun Hirai whispers something.
[23:18] Keitaro whispers something.
[23:19] "Someones ganna die for this."

He had been on the ground this entire time, moarning and tearing up over his brother. And there were Gehenanns right there-- one that had faought for Gehenna, and another to follow. And he was done looking weak on the ground.

The Amaetur level ifrit claw you saw was a mess. It clearly of a man whose emotions weren't all there. It's morphed and shifting form a representation of his own mind state. Flustered and begging for an -output- of some form.

-Something- to hit. -Something- to let this all out on.

And he had found that target. With his amateur level of Ifrit still guided by the tide of his thoughts and Sia's actions.

Sia only beating him to the 'punch'. His blade drawn and his mana booming around him.

He'd assist Sia with all his might and blade brandished
(Kuja Mori)

[00:03] In truth, this was a lot better than he envisioned.

For some reason, he believed that Ahmir would side against them, just to spite the trio for being prisoners, despite the wishes of Mori brothers, but... that wasn't the case. When the fighting broke out, all that Shenlong could do was apparently guard and make sure that he isn't going to fall to their blades - and it is precisely what he would meet.

Of all people.

Though, perhaps their target was futile. Despite the fact that Shenlong was already previously injured, the scales were holding up just fine; the dragon stood there and took their blows without too much damage done to him, and without anything that would actually cripple him. Despite the blood and toil, he stood.

Of course, it's not to say their blades weren't effective... they were simply restrained faster than any real harm came.

In the end, all that he could do was surge out his lightning- collared and wounded, but that didn't stop him. When the dust was settling, all he could see was the crimson along his garments, all he could feel was adrenaline pumping in his veins, and their opposition already on the ground.

Obviously, that's because they were outnumbered like this.

A sigh followed nonetheless. None of this was necessary at all, but while usually he would offer help, he did not approach the Mori brothers. Instead, he briefly spoke.

"This wasn't needed."

"We told you already about our situation... but you just wouldn't listen."
(Keitaro)
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[00:04] Eshmun Hirai says, "so0"
00:07] This--ever a contest,  was never a contest, in all honesty. Given the numbers; it was pretty much a slaughter.

Ahmir actually siding with them came as a bit of surprise, and he couldn't help but find his eyebrows perked upward at that, but-- no words, still. Collar stings, but scarlet sparks raged on just as brightly, constantly swirling about and embracing his form all the while.

Perhaps an error on their part or... just the heat of moment-- but targeting Keitaro first thing wasn't the smartest move. Not that it mattered. He'd allow his own spells to shower across the brothers-- everything between blasts of pure, manifested energy, as well as those slicing winds.

Until they're finally brought down-- even if he didn't manage to land the final blow there.

"That--"

Voice is shake when it escapes, a single hand lifted upward to wipe about his forehead.

"...really was unnecessary."
(Elyon Hirai)
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[00:18] It was all a blur for Eshmun. As anger flowed in their veins, as the two men wanted to kill him or Elyon, they wanted the other one to feel the pain of losing a brother. To make him lose their precious other half, it was too fucked up, it was...Too much to think about.

So all throughout the fight they fought with a vigor that they barely showed normally, as it all began ending...Their own vigor obviously weakening against four combatants all at once, which gave them ample opportunity to actually finish what was going on.

"We've hardly done anything." It was the singular statement that they spoke, an open palm came swinging towards Sias own. In the adrenaline of the moment, little pain is felt, even as three of the young mans fingers bent in a strange direction on impact.

They were not a professional when it came to these kind of fights, but as they had finally gotten their hand onto Sias own...Thin icicles spread out form his grasp, exploding like a pufferfish in every direction, impaling his hand all throughout.

Not too soon after, as they moved back, having made sure the man wouldn't keep attacking, Kuja came in. Their blade swinging down harshly towards his own shoulder, it was all so close, all so deadly. Truly Eshmun didn't want this, they weren't here for killing, or fighting, they were here to somehow get their other half back.

In a ploy to defend their body, two hands grabbed hold of the swordsman's wrists while the blade dug a solid inch into the armour that was worn beneath his clothes. Blood slowly pooled up and out of the wound, one of the few that he had taken, but definitely a more noticeable ones.

"Back away!" Their voice is defensive, as their own mana flooded from their palms. Quickly, the arm (or arms) of Kuja would find steaming ice runningall up them until it reached the elbow.

Constant burning cold would silently torment, while he pushed the much older man away and jumped back a few feet to rejoin Elyon and Keitaro.

No more words were spoken, only cold slitted eyes stared, watching, just in case.
(Eshmun Hirai)
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[00:23] He didn't care about the odds. Nor did he care for the aftermath.

He just wanted blood.

His stride and confidence in his gained ability from his rage, he'd drive his blade drawn from the power of the ifrit demon to meet the flesh of the trio.

He'd be thwarted quickly, both times.

But each time he got up, was a the yearn to dig his blade into one of them. Whipping back and forth, unable to breathe amongst the water but wildly swinging as best he could. Still using emotion as his ambition and reasoning for what to come.

Foolish, as the Ifrit's claw was in only its baby stages compared to its climatic iconic name. And with the drop of his mana, as well as his will to fight being it had been beaten out of him, it would only lead to the claw slowly but surly dissipating. On the ground, downed and clenching his forearm to summon the claw again..

But nothing. So much power-- and he had no idea how to call it back. Looking over to sia…

A blank of thoughts.
(Kuja Mori)