[ You know what a month and almost a half of death death death and reading when not suffering has taught him about this garden? It's full of poisonous plants. At this point he isn't surprised, but it's pretty in its untamed way, and very lively. Without trying to maim someone. Shame though that it's not gonna last. The orders were before curfew for some reason, so that cut down on options. At least this place is empty now. Now to wait for the first victim. He isn't sure how to get Velvet here, Percival is a bit easier. Just imply that people are at risk... like Hajime, or Andersen... He's a good guy. Nagasone almost... no he does feel bad for using that.
Idealism hurts.
He's sitting under the lone, standing gazebo, with the sharp carving knife in his lap. Despite it being the messy overgrown garden, his clothes aren't his normal ones: plain, but clean shirt and slacks--easy to throw away save for his regular boots. Any moment now, Percival. ]
percival enters the garden -- there is confidence in his step as he squares his shoulders, not a semblance of fear in his eyes. his eyes rove over the field of flowers, a sea of pastels that make this wasteland of a town seem salvageable.
it isn't. he knows that.
he knows many other things, as well. nagasone sits with a knife in his lap, and the rest of the story becomes obvious. ]
...Heh.
[ he laughs, loudly enough for nagasone to hear. he hasn't minimized the distance between them, not yet -- still standing a good 5 feet or so away. their gazes lock. ]
They're going to kill you as well, you know.
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[ He doesn't laugh, but he gives Percival a bittersweet smile. There's no point in hiding what he was going to do. Murder is what is. He knows the man does a lot, cares for a lot. But this feels... Less wrong than other picks. He knows Percival would fight. ]
I know. I had a choice for this one though, and looking my target in the eye without shame is all I can ask for.
[ He takes a deep breath, holding the blade down at his side as he stands up. He won't take a step forward to initiate. Talking for a little bit should be fine, it's an odd time frame but making it work isn't difficult. Just before or the beginning of curfew this has to be done. ]
You aren't protecting anyone else, just the life you've got right here. That okay with you?
[ percival doesn't nod because it's not as though he's agreeing, no, it's simply what it is. with a sigh, he draws out his straight edge knife. ]
Ha. I'm sure my blade would do the same, had it been in your position. I don't hold grudges. [ my mother told me not to, he wants to say. ] And I would rather it be me than them.
[ hajime, andersen, knoll, quer, heather...siegfried, lancelot, vane, gran, they all flash across his mind; and in an instant, they're gone. ]
But that doesn't mean you'll attain your sacrifice without a fight, Nagasone. I'm Percival of the Wales family, deputy officer of the White Dragon Knights, as well as an ally of the Grancypher's skyfarers.
[ he's poised as though he's ready to enter battle -- well, that's precisely because he is.
his smirk does not falter in spite of their circumstances. ]
If you intend on serving your Master well, you will make this battle worth my time.
[ With confidence in his voice, be holds up the carving knife and wields it, almost like it's a proper sword. ]
Sorry, I was never one for fancy speeches; actions speak louder. I have nothing to my name but precious memories and promises to keep. But, I'm still a sword, I'll do my best to not fail my masters, my family, or you, my opponent.
[ Nagasone takes a step and charges at Percival, poised to swing with the strength he can muster. ]
Your death is so my brothers will never have to suffer this ritual! If I'm forced an incentive, I know what I want, and it's their happiness!
[ a laugh escapes his lips. is this the true spirit of a blade? he wonders how ferociously the lohengrin would fight. ] Don't be so certain of your victory just yet.
[ there's a part of him that wishes he still had his fire -- the sight of nagasone amidst his flames would be something to behold, but for the meanwhile he opts to counter his attack. nagasone's carving knife has a good 8 inches on percival straight edge blade, so it can only barely withstand the assault. still, dps will be dps through and through, and he manages to block via the sheer strength of his upper body.
percival is both agile and skilled, but nagasone was born to kill -- his power is insurmountable, beyond the realm of a human being.
and that is the exact reason this battle will not go to percival. ]
And don't go easy on me; make this match worth something.
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I'm not; that's why I'll have to make it certain with everything I've got.
[ His movements are controlled but with specific moments where he pushes his immense strength into the blade. Being a samurai is minding timing and opportunity. He thinks of how Urashima fights with his wakizashi self, this is almost a length comparable to it. The first block has him raise an eyebrow, but not out of concern. It's excitement, the rush of adrenaline when there is danger, a force to reckon with. ]
I wouldn't dare, not with how much you're making this worth.
[ That's good. Anyone else would think picking a target who'd fight back is far from ideal, even insane. This is what he wanted though. Working for this death eases the sorrowful reality of this all. Even now it's an instinct of his body to enjoy the clashes of their blades. The times where he falters though, and they exchange cuts to eachother... Nagasone winces, but keeps steady in his stance. ]
You really do fight like a noble... but one that I appreciate in the effort you put forth. Hah!
[Throughout the week she's had visions of Seres. It's nothing new to her. In fact it's something that's almost been... missing from her. At first, the visions are simple. They sit and talk, just as they would in her dreams. Velvet's certain it's not truly her, but then again it could be. It's easier to write everything here off as some illusion. But this time, the illusion doesn't sit by her. It stands off in the distance, as if waiting. And when she approaches, Seres moves forward again and it's clear she wants Velvet to follow her. So she does, figuring there's no harm in doing so. It's not even curfew yet after all.
Eventually, Velvet finds herself in the botanical garden and as she ventures further in, she can hear the sounds of a fight. When she finally reaches the source of the noise, she sees... What was his name again? Nagasone. He'd helped her with the cleaning supplies a while ago. Nagasone is wielding a carving knife, and it seems he has the upper hand. But when she sees his opponent's face, her entire body tenses up. She loses her breath, frozen for a moment. Because the man in front of her is none other than the Shepherd, Artorius Collbrande. A thousand emotions rush over her all at once because not only is Artorius here, right here, but... he's losing. And it's obvious to anyone watching that this match won't be the only thing he's losing.] ARTORIUS!
[She runs at them both, but she's too late to stop Nagasone from delivering the finishing blow.Artorius' body falls to the ground. Without thinking, she rushes to his side, kneeling over him in what she knows are his last moments. This is what she wanted... this is what she's fought for for so long, what she's dreamed of for three years now. But one thought remains above everything else: I was supposed to be the one to kill you.]
Don't despair... no matter what...
[Velvet stands up once more, her body shaking with rage. She looks at Nagasone for a second, before running and unleashing a fury of kicks and punches.]
You killed him! You killed... You killed Arthur! I won't let you walk away with your life!
[ There's no time to pause. That's supposed to be ideal actually, because then he can keep going and doesn't need to stop to think about what he's done. They're all warriors, taking lives is nothing new for any of them here. But, if he can have a selfish wish, "just make this easy because I know it won't be." ]
Ah...
[ Velvet rushing over to them as Percival' body falls has him take a step back. At first it's relief, a kind of cold, pragmatic relief an assassin would feel because he doesn't have to seek her out, it'll be fast to deal with her. But then it's surprise when he hears that unfamiliar name, the pure hatred and anger in her voice. This isn't what he expected, for her to... care? Even if it isn't that person, who taken the place of Percival in her eyes.
Then the next feeling... it's just nothing. He's a blade once more, doing his best to block or dodge her onslaught. He may have a weapon, but this isn't a good situation. The knife give him range yet wild swings aren't as fast, and stabs take some dexterity that he can't do in the midst of her onslaught without. He manage to get a slice on her arm when it narrowly missed, then he takes one nasty hit from her shin to his side, his body twisting in pain as he turns away almost without losing sight of her.
This isn't ideal, but he has to evade her and fury for now, create some distance when she keeps closing in. When she tries to strike, he counters, even kicking her back. ]
Try and get your revenge! I can't let you live either!
[Although it's clear from her movements alone that she's a skilled fighter, Velvet's emotions overtake her completely. She's brash and stubborn, she can hear his voice in her head even now. Control your feelings to control the tide of battle. But she can't.
Even when his blade cuts her flesh, she doesn't waver. But of course, there's an obvious downside to this method. She has no defense, and when he kicks her back, she falls to the ground. She doesn't even try to balance herself or brush herself off, as she just gets right back up and tries to close the distance again. Her fighting is getting more sloppy, but she's still persistent. Several of her attacks miss, and yet she refuses to change or give up.]
I am the Lord of Calamity! The source of daemonblight, of all chaos, and of malevolence itself! You have no chance of defeating me!
[ Her carelessness (can he call it that, this... This isn't fair, he knows that but holds down those reservations to just survive) makes this easier, as he dodges her attacks. There's more slices that he lands on her arms and even her side. It's like attacking an animal that's gone rabid, with no care for itself. It just wants its prey dead. Nagasone probably looks like a wounded animal too, but he still has himself. He has to win. ]
I don't care about your title or your crimes! At this rate you'll just fall on my blade, Velvet.
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Idealism hurts.
He's sitting under the lone, standing gazebo, with the sharp carving knife in his lap. Despite it being the messy overgrown garden, his clothes aren't his normal ones: plain, but clean shirt and slacks--easy to throw away save for his regular boots. Any moment now, Percival. ]
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percival enters the garden -- there is confidence in his step as he squares his shoulders, not a semblance of fear in his eyes. his eyes rove over the field of flowers, a sea of pastels that make this wasteland of a town seem salvageable.
it isn't. he knows that.
he knows many other things, as well. nagasone sits with a knife in his lap, and the rest of the story becomes obvious. ]
...Heh.
[ he laughs, loudly enough for nagasone to hear. he hasn't minimized the distance between them, not yet -- still standing a good 5 feet or so away. their gazes lock. ]
They're going to kill you as well, you know.
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I know. I had a choice for this one though, and looking my target in the eye without shame is all I can ask for.
[ He takes a deep breath, holding the blade down at his side as he stands up. He won't take a step forward to initiate. Talking for a little bit should be fine, it's an odd time frame but making it work isn't difficult. Just before or the beginning of curfew this has to be done. ]
You aren't protecting anyone else, just the life you've got right here. That okay with you?
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Ha. I'm sure my blade would do the same, had it been in your position. I don't hold grudges. [ my mother told me not to, he wants to say. ] And I would rather it be me than them.
[ hajime, andersen, knoll, quer, heather...siegfried, lancelot, vane, gran, they all flash across his mind; and in an instant, they're gone. ]
But that doesn't mean you'll attain your sacrifice without a fight, Nagasone. I'm Percival of the Wales family, deputy officer of the White Dragon Knights, as well as an ally of the Grancypher's skyfarers.
[ he's poised as though he's ready to enter battle -- well, that's precisely because he is.
his smirk does not falter in spite of their circumstances. ]
If you intend on serving your Master well, you will make this battle worth my time.
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[ With confidence in his voice, be holds up the carving knife and wields it, almost like it's a proper sword. ]
Sorry, I was never one for fancy speeches; actions speak louder. I have nothing to my name but precious memories and promises to keep. But, I'm still a sword, I'll do my best to not fail my masters, my family, or you, my opponent.
[ Nagasone takes a step and charges at Percival, poised to swing with the strength he can muster. ]
Your death is so my brothers will never have to suffer this ritual! If I'm forced an incentive, I know what I want, and it's their happiness!
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[ there's a part of him that wishes he still had his fire -- the sight of nagasone amidst his flames would be something to behold, but for the meanwhile he opts to counter his attack. nagasone's carving knife has a good 8 inches on percival straight edge blade, so it can only barely withstand the assault. still, dps will be dps through and through, and he manages to block via the sheer strength of his upper body.
percival is both agile and skilled, but nagasone was born to kill -- his power is insurmountable, beyond the realm of a human being.
and that is the exact reason this battle will not go to percival. ]
And don't go easy on me; make this match worth something.
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[ His movements are controlled but with specific moments where he pushes his immense strength into the blade. Being a samurai is minding timing and opportunity. He thinks of how Urashima fights with his wakizashi self, this is almost a length comparable to it. The first block has him raise an eyebrow, but not out of concern. It's excitement, the rush of adrenaline when there is danger, a force to reckon with. ]
I wouldn't dare, not with how much you're making this worth.
[ That's good. Anyone else would think picking a target who'd fight back is far from ideal, even insane. This is what he wanted though. Working for this death eases the sorrowful reality of this all. Even now it's an instinct of his body to enjoy the clashes of their blades. The times where he falters though, and they exchange cuts to eachother... Nagasone winces, but keeps steady in his stance. ]
You really do fight like a noble... but one that I appreciate in the effort you put forth. Hah!
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Eventually, Velvet finds herself in the botanical garden and as she ventures further in, she can hear the sounds of a fight. When she finally reaches the source of the noise, she sees... What was his name again? Nagasone. He'd helped her with the cleaning supplies a while ago. Nagasone is wielding a carving knife, and it seems he has the upper hand. But when she sees his opponent's face, her entire body tenses up. She loses her breath, frozen for a moment. Because the man in front of her is none other than the Shepherd, Artorius Collbrande. A thousand emotions rush over her all at once because not only is Artorius here, right here, but... he's losing. And it's obvious to anyone watching that this match won't be the only thing he's losing.]
ARTORIUS!
[She runs at them both, but she's too late to stop Nagasone from delivering the finishing blow. Artorius' body falls to the ground. Without thinking, she rushes to his side, kneeling over him in what she knows are his last moments. This is what she wanted... this is what she's fought for for so long, what she's dreamed of for three years now. But one thought remains above everything else: I was supposed to be the one to kill you.]
Don't despair... no matter what...
[Velvet stands up once more, her body shaking with rage. She looks at Nagasone for a second, before running and unleashing a fury of kicks and punches.]
You killed him! You killed... You killed Arthur! I won't let you walk away with your life!
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Ah...
[ Velvet rushing over to them as Percival' body falls has him take a step back. At first it's relief, a kind of cold, pragmatic relief an assassin would feel because he doesn't have to seek her out, it'll be fast to deal with her. But then it's surprise when he hears that unfamiliar name, the pure hatred and anger in her voice. This isn't what he expected, for her to... care? Even if it isn't that person, who taken the place of Percival in her eyes.
Then the next feeling... it's just nothing. He's a blade once more, doing his best to block or dodge her onslaught. He may have a weapon, but this isn't a good situation. The knife give him range yet wild swings aren't as fast, and stabs take some dexterity that he can't do in the midst of her onslaught without. He manage to get a slice on her arm when it narrowly missed, then he takes one nasty hit from her shin to his side, his body twisting in pain as he turns away almost without losing sight of her.
This isn't ideal, but he has to evade her and fury for now, create some distance when she keeps closing in. When she tries to strike, he counters, even kicking her back. ]
Try and get your revenge! I can't let you live either!
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Even when his blade cuts her flesh, she doesn't waver. But of course, there's an obvious downside to this method. She has no defense, and when he kicks her back, she falls to the ground. She doesn't even try to balance herself or brush herself off, as she just gets right back up and tries to close the distance again. Her fighting is getting more sloppy, but she's still persistent. Several of her attacks miss, and yet she refuses to change or give up.]
I am the Lord of Calamity! The source of daemonblight, of all chaos, and of malevolence itself! You have no chance of defeating me!
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I don't care about your title or your crimes! At this rate you'll just fall on my blade, Velvet.