The Proof of the Chaos Theory

Nefertiti Ammon whispers: The training and stuf...

Jun Gao whispers: Of course...

Nefertiti Ammon whispers: How so?

Jun Gao whispers: Any particular place you want to discuss this?

Nefertiti Ammon whispers: Nope. Anywhere is fine to me.

Jun Gao whispers: Follow me then...

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Jun Gao says, "My condolences...I heard what happened."

Nefertiti Ammon asks, "Heard...?"

Nefertiti Ammon asks, "What?"

Jun Gao says, "Uh...you don't seem upset."
Would leand a litlte bit back. She was curious and she jinks at him. The Sarradian's both hands were on the table as she approaches, did he know about what Selas did to her on her's house a couple weeks ago...?

"Why would i be Upset...? Is it about Selas almost killing Shishio on our house? Oh... Did Teseu tell you?" She'd find it curious. Adsila should be the only one who knew besides them. Well, Selas was already dead so knowing that was useless.
(Nefertiti Ammon)
Jun sat their silent, no movements at all. Just looking down and trying to think of the best way to explain this, after thirty seconds passed he let out a long sigh as he shifts upright in his seat before shifting his gaze towards Nefertiti. His lips parting slowly as he did his best to speak.

"I heard about that from him...not why I'm here however..."

He hesitated briefly, guilt filled his mind as he had to be the one to explain this to her.

Teseu Ammon was murdered by Selas before his death.

Despite his guilt, he said it in a rather straightforward fashion before preparing himself for her reaction.
(Jun Gao)

The pupils of the Sarradian's purple eyes dilate. More initially by surprise than anything else. It was as if a weight and a pain, even if they had not initially been hurled at him the moment she heard such words, and was forced to hold them.


Initially nothing came. She only slightly backs off. Then the weight of the words finally falls on her's back, leaving Nefertiti totally without reaction. She felt cold, not like she had prepared herself for such a moment. Although she knew their lives were at stake, since... Always, actually. Then her eyes go wild, unable to focus on a single place. Her's heart beats rapidly as if it was going to jump out. Her hands shake, her legs lose their strength. What a frightening feeling, undoubtedly unimaginable and a feeling incapable of being understood, even to those who have experienced something similar. Moments like death are always subjective...

Worse, not only because she remembered that the Occult had taken from her what she loved most, she also remembered that Selas, even now carrying much of the hatred, which also came suddenly, was already a dear friend.

"When did it happen?" Surprisingly, her voice was cold. Initially the first memory that came to her mind, was the moment she found herself fallen before the darkness that had taken the heart of both her loved ones, she was drowned in adrenaline.

Smaller tears tear at her face, even if she clearly contained them... Her honor no longer mattered.
(Nefertiti Ammon)

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"It was the charge that got Selas executed...some a few months ago or so."

He says in a calm manner, trying his best to empathize with her situation. He kept his gaze on her, trying to figure out what she'd end up doing now that she knew that her loved one was dead.

A thought crossing his mind of what he'd do if his wife was killed especially if it was done in the fashion that Teseu died, he started to shake away the thought as his anger started to flare up.

"Do you have any other questions?"
(Jun Gao)

Sibri has entered Coalition Tower.

Shishio has entered Coalition Tower.

When she gets the answer, she immediately recoils, standing up... Her eyes looked a lot less bright than before. It was a sensation she already knew, but this time it was as if... She was already accustomed.

The anger was such that she could barely contain herself. She trills more and more and more every second that passes.

Tears spilled all over again, it was no longer possible to hold them. And along with them,her's shoulders... tremble in the midst of weak laughter...

Laughter For some reason she was laughing. Maybe because she no longer heard any place to focus on the anger she had felt, or something else where she could... Vent.

She continued to laugh amidst the pathetic tears that insisted on falling.

"Oh Yeah... I need equipment... Coaition... I still need training..." It was weird. As much as it was true, however much she was feeling strangely and suffering... It was as if she still felt an obligation to what she started. Started with Leo. She just did not want to go back...

Worse, Occultists ... Demons. She was learning to develop a tremendous hatred for such things after what Darkness did to her life...
(Nefertiti Ammon)
The Tears, the laughter, this was starting to freak Jun out a little. He's heard about people dealing with grief in their own way but this was certainly an odd way to go about it.

He presses against the chair, using it to push himself onto his feet. As soon as he rises, he stretches out his arms, he was still trying to adjust to the far heavier nyshek armor that he wore.

"Personally I'd try to help you a bit more...however I think training will get your mind off of this for now."

Jun grabbed Fenghuang from the divider and sheathed the blade before walking over to Nefertiti, holding out a hand, intending to lead her to Sibri for gear then to the plains or arena for training.
(Jun Gao)

Shishio has entered Coalition Tower.

She tries to wipe away the tears, still shakes and amid laughter, Nefertiti simply lets herself follow him. She did not have much more to go to...

"Just... Take us already, please." Staying there was really... Uncomfortable. Just thinking about how she would feel or react when she gets home made her want to kill someone. Although there is no one else to be killed. There is nothing more to be done, but to blame the Occult. She needs to focus on hatred and take new strength out of sorrow. Selas own words ...
(Nefertiti Ammon)