[ It's quite the endearing scene- a knight walking alongside the jaunty cadence of a snow white boar. It's not unlike a picture from an illustrated fairy tale.
When Richard comes into view it's like the ambient feeling in the air shifts. In its place is an air of solemnity. Taking on last moment of indulgence before the confrontation Argenti reaches down to smooth his fingers along the top of Whitey's furry head before his undivided attention turns to land unstraying on Richard.
A knight of Beauty does not fear breaking the ice no matter how awkward it may be. It might not be lost on Richard that Argenti has his weapon at his side. There's a willingness to listen but it will be done while remaining on guard- he will not, can not, be found slacking again. ]
Having received your letter and rose [ That has been slipped sticking out of his chest piece- ] I stand before you now with the hope that your words are genuine.
[The duke himself was so focused on his training that he didn't at first notice the pair arriving to the scene. He kept coming at the wooden dummy, coming from different angles and using different strikes, grunting and hissing at each blow. However, his attention strays from his practice when he notices a very familiar white round figure from the corner of his eyes. His expression softens almost immediately and he turns his head to greet his companion and --
Ah. Despite having sent the message along with Whitey he hadn't thought that the knight of beauty actually follow the boar to him. At the most, he expected the man to send a written reply to his letter. But oh well, better to settle this now than prolong it.]
Sir Argenti, [Richard greets, sheathing his sword away and dipping his head slightly.] My heart is overjoyed to see you in such good health. And seeing you hear fills me with hope. Rest assured. My words were true as day.
[ The powerful and gleaming arc of a blade, the rattling of splintering woods beneath the impassioned strikes- After his words leave his mouth Argenti is momentarily taken in by witnessing the tail end of beauty put on display by a well trained arm. Even now, when he is struggling not to be overcome with emotions professed by the omen of evil.
This man, perhaps driven out of his mind, had recently given him an undignified death. Even then the maiming of the flesh as Argenti had been caught by surprise was a matter that could be put out of mind with enough contemplation. Sharp words slated towards his Aeon, however, were a more difficult poison to swallow. Mockery delivered by a deceptively beautiful and calm face to a fading man. ]
It is my wish that these warm words would settle the tempest of my heart. You are remorseful for the nature of your actions, but not the actions taken themselves. Correct?
[ Argenti approaches him now with a calm gait himself, his shoulders held straight. He stops short of entering Richard's reach and looks down upon him. Clearly a man who is mind over matter- for there's rancor bubbling under the surface; it's held in the depths of the red head's emerald eyes. A look that had been absent in all other interactions they've had until now. ]
I am not unacquainted with death nor humiliation. Yet... should your previous words directed towards Idrila remain true to your heart then that is truly something I cannot forgive.
[Where does Richard's sincerity begin and end? That is the question, indeed. Because if he were to be completely honest with himself and others the answer would reveal that no, he does not regret nor feel remorse for the actions themselves. And that in fact he had greatly enjoyed from the rush that the battle brought him, the way how his anger and thirst for blood guided him through the darkness towards his next target. It was undeniable fact that there was nothing that calmed his soul quite like the act of violence. The feel of steel in his hand, the hard press of an armor against his slender frame, the scent of battlefield and the taste of fresh blood on his lips. Nothing quite made him feel like home.
But of course, he knew that to disclose such darkness stemming within him would not be smart. Not when he still hasn't formed a proper footing in this community. So, for now he just hums and side-steps the first question. For now.]
I do not know Idrila and my own faith prevents me from recognizing any other God. [He states, summoning hints of sympathy to his voice.] However, it seems like I still have a lot to learn about the other world's and their coexistence. [Then, he turns to sideways and takes a step towards the small nature path leading to the woods.] Walk with me, please. I would like to hear more of your Idrila.
[They are set upon the path of absolution but there remains a wariness in Argenti's expression when a man who has belittled his Aeon now asks to know of Them. Still in Their name he must learn to overlook his own reservations and help speak the truth of Them, for Idrila's sake. In the end Argenti recognizes that Richard is now earnestly trying.]
I do understand holding one's god above all others.
[A cautious beginning. A holding out of an olive branch as he falls into step with Richard. A stroll down a lush path does seem nice if nothing else.]
I am aware that you may find my being so duty bound to an Aeon you do not know strange. Perhaps if I were to explain why I am so devoted we could finally find a common ground.
In simple terms, as a path strider of The Beauty it is even the concept itself that I must protect.
[For a moment, as if to visualize the vibrant memories in his mind again without distraction, he shuts his eyes. In that moment his expression looks pained until he opens those emerald eyes once more to gaze into the distance down the path.]
In this pursuit I have slain a former comrade who became a nightmarish form, now lost in a blind pursuit of power. I have bled into unconsciousness countless times. Each time I have seen traces of Them laid out before me- guiding my path; but always I remain just out of reach and I have yet to be able to catch a glimpse of Them.
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When Richard comes into view it's like the ambient feeling in the air shifts. In its place is an air of solemnity. Taking on last moment of indulgence before the confrontation Argenti reaches down to smooth his fingers along the top of Whitey's furry head before his undivided attention turns to land unstraying on Richard.
A knight of Beauty does not fear breaking the ice no matter how awkward it may be. It might not be lost on Richard that Argenti has his weapon at his side. There's a willingness to listen but it will be done while remaining on guard- he will not, can not, be found slacking again. ]
Having received your letter and rose [ That has been slipped sticking out of his chest piece- ] I stand before you now with the hope that your words are genuine.
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Ah. Despite having sent the message along with Whitey he hadn't thought that the knight of beauty actually follow the boar to him. At the most, he expected the man to send a written reply to his letter. But oh well, better to settle this now than prolong it.]
Sir Argenti, [Richard greets, sheathing his sword away and dipping his head slightly.] My heart is overjoyed to see you in such good health. And seeing you hear fills me with hope. Rest assured. My words were true as day.
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This man, perhaps driven out of his mind, had recently given him an undignified death. Even then the maiming of the flesh as Argenti had been caught by surprise was a matter that could be put out of mind with enough contemplation. Sharp words slated towards his Aeon, however, were a more difficult poison to swallow. Mockery delivered by a deceptively beautiful and calm face to a fading man. ]
It is my wish that these warm words would settle the tempest of my heart. You are remorseful for the nature of your actions, but not the actions taken themselves. Correct?
[ Argenti approaches him now with a calm gait himself, his shoulders held straight. He stops short of entering Richard's reach and looks down upon him. Clearly a man who is mind over matter- for there's rancor bubbling under the surface; it's held in the depths of the red head's emerald eyes. A look that had been absent in all other interactions they've had until now. ]
I am not unacquainted with death nor humiliation. Yet... should your previous words directed towards Idrila remain true to your heart then that is truly something I cannot forgive.
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But of course, he knew that to disclose such darkness stemming within him would not be smart. Not when he still hasn't formed a proper footing in this community. So, for now he just hums and side-steps the first question. For now.]
I do not know Idrila and my own faith prevents me from recognizing any other God. [He states, summoning hints of sympathy to his voice.] However, it seems like I still have a lot to learn about the other world's and their coexistence. [Then, he turns to sideways and takes a step towards the small nature path leading to the woods.] Walk with me, please. I would like to hear more of your Idrila.
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I do understand holding one's god above all others.
[A cautious beginning. A holding out of an olive branch as he falls into step with Richard. A stroll down a lush path does seem nice if nothing else.]
I am aware that you may find my being so duty bound to an Aeon you do not know strange. Perhaps if I were to explain why I am so devoted we could finally find a common ground.
In simple terms, as a path strider of The Beauty it is even the concept itself that I must protect.
[For a moment, as if to visualize the vibrant memories in his mind again without distraction, he shuts his eyes. In that moment his expression looks pained until he opens those emerald eyes once more to gaze into the distance down the path.]
In this pursuit I have slain a former comrade who became a nightmarish form, now lost in a blind pursuit of power. I have bled into unconsciousness countless times. Each time I have seen traces of Them laid out before me- guiding my path; but always I remain just out of reach and I have yet to be able to catch a glimpse of Them.