Post by Warrior of Light on Sept 7, 2012 23:57:57 GMT -5
Not even in his worst nightmares had the Warrior of Light ever imagined himself wandering such a place…and not as an enemy for that matter. With a deep sigh escaping his lips, the Warrior of Light certainly felt the heat as he stood at the base of a staircase within this literal hell hole. He gazed up the stairway, sweat rolling down the side of his face as he had his sword sheathed, his shield out of his hands ready to be summoned, and he was…ready to go pledge his ‘loyalty’ to Chaos, the God of Discord. Not that he fully intended on serving the god forever, just until he could overcome this situation with Nike threatening his loved ones. There had to be a loophole somewhere, some way to get himself out of this mess while being able to protect his friends and Cosmos. There had been the idea that he could be this…wildcard on Chaos’ side, in his mind…he turned that into a double agent of sorts. Keeping his eyes on the inside, being able to relay information to Cosmos…should she even want to hear from him after this.
Now was the time to wash away those thoughts and just focus on a nice stoic appearance before the God of Discord. Staring up the stairs, it was like taking the walk of shame. His head was held high though, something he didn’t expect upon coming here, but even still…this was what he had to do, if not for his sake, then for Cosmos’. He’d sworn to keep her safe at all costs, this was one of those prices he needed to pay for her safety, whether she and the other warriors could understand that or not. He could preach until his face turned blue about how this was good for them…good for him, but he was sure some wouldn’t understand or even care to listen, it wasn’t worth the breath right now. He first needed to deal with Chaos, not his comrades.
Upon reaching the top of the staircase, icy blue eyes were glued to the God of Discord’s absence, his throne being completely bare, yet the heat of this area spoke of his presence. He wasn’t here at the throne, but somewhere Chaos was lurking. Shifting his gaze from the throne to the side, he could see a familiar form. His eyes narrowed, his muscles tightened, and all he wanted to do was reach for his sword, he held such good restraint from doing so. A mental breath kept his emotions under control as he stared at a rival that always seemed to prove a problem anymore. Garland. It seemed everyone had their respectable villain. Cloud to Sephiroth, Tidus to Jecht…and here it was the Warrior of Light to Garland. “No god of discord to accompany?” he spoke up, making his presence more known as he stepped across the platform, moving towards the throne as his armor clanked against one another and the ground itself. “Don’t be quick to attack, Garland. If you haven’t been informed by your might god already…it looks like we’re on the same page now.” A small, yet very amused, smirk appeared on Warrior’s face, almost feeling joy from saying this, it would be sure to put a bit of discomfort on Chaos’ right hand man. Then again, Prishe and Garland had basically fought over the Warrior of Light so…one could never really tell. “I guess we’re allies now.”
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Words:[/color] 683
Muse:[/color] Good!
Tagged:[/color] Garland
Wearing:[/color] His armor! Minus the goofy helmet.
Listening To:[/color] My bed calling for me?
Notes:[/color] Wonky post is wonky.