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how ironic it was that shortly after his meeting with freya morningstar, yet another from that forgotten memory would seek his aid. so much of the time spent back then was a blur, and one that he was content on forgetting, but it seemed as if fate had other things in mind. as if there was somebody somewhere intent on pulling him back to that dreamscape, forcing him to embrace the pain of memory, no matter what onslaught it brought.

[break][break] but he would never say no to a rocket, especially not one like Aurelie Lefevre who had always been in his trusted circle.

[break][break] even back then, when all lines had been blurred.

[break][break] "aurelie."

[break][break] coldness enters the room when the admin enters; at his heels is his god, who's viciously bright crystal-blue eyes pin the blacksmith where she stands. jayden's expression, in comparison, is much softer.

[break][break] "have you been waiting long?"

[break][break] his eyes glance towards the sheets of metal and imaginable lustre.

[break][break] "is this from the set that i sent you during christmas? or have you used those alloys already?"

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[attr="class","aurelie_body"]By all rights, when Jayden walked into the training room and the temperature inside plummeted like a stone, Aurelie should have been quaking in her shoes with fear and dread. After all, he was one of Rocket's most formidable warriors and enforcers, as well as the avatar of a fearsome Ruinous Beast. Together or apart, they were a deadly force of nature that could massacre her in the blink of an eye.

Yet, even as she pulled on the sweater she'd mindfully brought beforehand, Aurelie felt warmed and pleased by his presence. After all, Jayden had showered her with praise, patronage, and gifts. He'd saved her life in the depths of Area Zero, wreaking bloodshed and mayhem on the DRK Triad agents.

And he was here to help her, simply because she'd asked, even though he only vaguely knew why she needed him. Who wouldn't find that at least a little heartwarming?

The red-haired smith did shiver as his Legendary patron's piercing gaze filled her with the visceral terror of a prey animal being eyed by a powerful carnivore. Aurelie gulped hard and forced herself to look back at Jayden. She hurried forward to welcome him, reaching out to clasp his hands in hers.

"Admin Cross! Thank you so much for coming! I'm so glad you're here," she exclaimed in a cheerful rush of words. "And no, I haven't been waiting long. I got here early to set everything up, but you're right on time."

She nodded emphatically when he asked whether the sheets of metal had come from his Christmas gift. "Yes, absolutely! Some of these were definitely yours. I can't begin to thank you enough for them, even now.

"A lot of those alloys were unique and rare enough—at least, by my standards—that I wanted to save them for something truly special," Aurelie explained. "And, well, I think this qualifies, right?"

At this point, the red-haired smith cleared her throat and lifted her chin, rubbing her hands briskly to signal she wanted to announce something. Or perhaps just to hide her nerves. "So, what I was thinking, Admin, is that first, I'd like to consult with you on saddles. Saddle design, shapes, materials, accessories, all of that. I know you ride, and I don't really, so..."

Her lips curled into a self-deprecating smile, as she continued. "And after we're done with that, I'd, um. Well. I'd like to borrow both you and your patron." Aurelie nodded at Chien Pao. "You remember, of course, how your patron's blades were enough to damage even the Zamazenta's shield, in front of the Ancient Tomb."

And I can't even imagine what he's done with them since, she reflected. Or what it was like when they first bonded. Somehow, I don't think it happened with hugs and candy.

"Now, I know these metals around here," Aurelie went on, waving her hand at the assorted sheets, "aren't up to Zamazenta's shield. But I wanted to see how well they hold up to you and your patron's attacks, all the same. Even if it means they all end up full of rips and holes."

Taking a deep breath, she looked uncertainly up at Jayden's face, seeking to read his expression for signs of either agreement or disapproval. "Does that sound good to you, sir?"

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he shook his head.

[break][break] "there's no need to thank me," he said, lips curved into a simpering smile. "it is the last i could do for someone who has served rocket - and myself - so well in the last few years."

[break][break] the cursed was quiet as he listened to the blacksmith speaking, thinking back to the time they had shared in the RKS machine. technically, she was not wrong. he did ride — or had, at least from time to time.

[break][break] briefly, he recalled a glimpse of memory with illeana reyes, trapezing off the side of mt. pyre's graveyard.

[break][break] a hand brushed against the materials that were offered, expression thoughtful. "what have you already prepared?"

[break][break] he blinked when she continued, eyes sharpening at the proposition. the ruinous beast beside him did so as well, and the air grew a tad more frigid in response.

[break][break] thinking back to Elisabeth Fiorelli and THEO BECKETT's words, however, he quelled the HATRED that threatened to rise within.

[break][break] looking at Aurelie Lefevre's excited, yet apprehensive, expression was enough. for now.

[break][break] "that sounds fine," he said, with a nod. "which would you like to start with first?"

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[attr="class","aurelie_body"]Even though Jayden's words of thanks sounded sincere and polite, Aurelie found herself instinctively and uncomfortably recoiling a little from his smile. There was an odd quality to it, as if Jayden were exaggerating the affection in it or trying to curry favor with her. Maybe she was misreading, though.

Shaking her head rapidly as if to clear it of cobwebs, the red-haired smith crossed her arms for a little more warmth in the increasingly chilly training room. "Right. Then, let's start with the saddle first, because that's the part I know less about. Let's see..."

From her bag, she withdrew a cylinder of rolled-up paper, with different loose-leaf sheets escaping from it. Aurelie hastily scooped them up and then unfurled them atop the table to reveal drawings of a classic Galarian horseback riding saddle, a sidesaddle, and a Kantonian saddle, each with lists and labels of the different parts.

"So, this is what I'm sure you must be used to seeing," Aurelie began, tapping her finger first on the drawing of the classic Galarian saddle. "And most likely what Calyrex is also used to, considering it's from Galar.

"But..." She sighed and made a slight face at the drawing. "Like most saddles in the world, this one is designed to be made from leather and wood. Not metal. If I were to reproduce this saddle exactly in metal, it'd weigh a hundred pounds!"

Aurelie stopped to sneeze mightily, hurriedly covering her nose and mouth. "Ugh, is there a tissue box anywhere?" Sniffling and wiping her nose, she looked around the room fruitlessly before and continuing in a more nasal, stuffy register, "Anyway, this is what I came up with instead."

The red-haired smith indicated a drawing that looked like the shell of a simplified child's saddle. There were arrows and labels pointing everywhere, as well as a list of parts in one corner. The saddle tree and arch were clearly hollow, with an open grille, showing how Aurelie meant to lighten the load.

She ventured a glance back at Jayden, studying his expression again. "Do you think your Spectrier would accept something like this? Or any other horse or equine Pokemon that you need to ride with a saddle? And..."

Curiosity got the better of her and she asked, with a sidelong glance at Chien Pao still skulking to one side of him, "How did you manage to find or catch your Spectrier? I...I imagine there must be a story behind that."

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[attr="class","postbox"] the scrolls are unfurled and jayden finds himself wandering closer, perhaps a bit too close to Aurelie Lefevre, as he peers over her shoulder to observe them. cold feathers around his shoulders as he leans in, staring at the familiar make in the images.

[break][break] Aurelie Lefevre was correct. though jayden was by no means a blacksmith or leatherworker, he was most familiar with wood and leather when it came to saddle-making.

[break][break] he leans back.

[break][break] "we could try."

[break][break] he did not know himself if there was any reason for the saddle to made out of metal but something unique would surely be befitting of a galarian king. and if he could do anything to help their resident blacksmith in the process, then he would.

[break][break] the cursed reaches for his belt, hands curving around the pokeball that holds his slumbering horse.

[break][break] the question, however, catches him offguard. so he pauses.

[break][break] "i had planted something in the soil in mt. pyre. a carrot, actually. it had been back when i had been entertaining the thought of becoming a gardener." those crystablooms had been oddly enticing to him. even now, they still were. but with his position at wyndon all but stripped from him, he had little means to accomplish his research.

[break][break] a hand peels back from his side and then into the air. ice crystals form on his palm, encasing that pale skin in broken glass.

[break][break] "my new... condition makes that rather difficult."

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[attr="class","aurelie_body"]Hugging herself for warmth as Jayden approached, deepening the arctic chill that surrounded him like an aura, Aurelie nevertheless smiled warmly at his acceptance. She listened somberly to his account of catching his Spectrier with the simple yet charming tactic of burying a carrot on Mt. Chimney, clearly long before he'd gained his current powers.

Then, she shook her head rapidly and waved her hand when he started taking out a Pokeball. "Wait! Not yet!"

Without thinking, she put two fingers on the back of Jayden's wrist to gently nudge it backward. A shiver rippled through her at the icy chill of his skin against hers, though she did her best to repress it.

Hastily, Aurelie explained, "I don't actually have a prototype of the saddle ready yet! This was just an initial sketch that I wanted you to check over...well, mostly to make sure it looked practical and usable and, honestly, sane. So, there's nothing to try.

"Not for this, at least." She smiled weakly, pulling her hand away from him, and busied herself with tidying away the sketches of her planned saddle. "Thank you for looking over the saddle design. I appreciate your expertise.

"Now..." Clearing her throat, she bustled over to the assortment of sheet metal and gestured first to Jayden and then his Chien-Pao. "For this part, I'll need your expertise again. This time in hitting, breaking, cutting, and destroying things."

A grin broke out over her face as she hefted one quivering, gleaming sheet of metal after another and arranged them so they were leaning at a slight angle against the wall. Some of the metals varied in color and sheen, from one that was tinged with a dark, almost blackish tint to another two that looked more golden or coppery. Most were a fairly mundane hue of polished silver, though.

Straightening up, the red-haired smith beckoned Jayden and his patron over toward the first group of five metal sheets, which ranged in color from platinum-white to bluish-silver to gunmetal-grey. "Now," she said with anticipation, "the fun begins.

"I assume you brought your own weapons—though if you haven't, I'm always happy to supply some. And of course, your patron is a weapon in his own right." Aurelie grinned.

"If you please, can you do your very best to break, slash, cut through, or otherwise damage these sheets of your metal? Both of you? I very much want to see how well these alloys stand up to both of you." She hesitated and added, "Please."

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[attr="class","postbox"] 'wait! not yet!'

[break][break] jayden blinks, pausing as the other cuts in and tells him to stop. it takes him a moment to understand her words, before he's nodding alongside her.

[break][break] "very well."

[break][break] instead, the admin reaches for the sketch. his eyes glance over it. but expectedly, even in draft form, Aurelie Lefevre's work is immaculate.

[break][break] "this part might be too heavy," he muses, pointing to the back end. "you can think to reinforce it with magnesium or aluminum."

[break][break] once that was over, he handed it back together and prepared for her next task.

[break][break] he watched her ready the assortment of metals, slowly walking behind her as she explained her request to him. his head tilted as she spoke of weapons, lips lifted in bemusement.

[break][break] in his hand suddenly glimmered a sword, glistening with frost.

[break][break] "i'll start with my own weapons."

[break][break] the ICE SWORD conjured from his own powers suddenly slices through the air towards each metal sheet, striking them in succession. jayden does not waste a heartbeat, his movements smooth and unhindered, as he aims to slice them all down.

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[attr="class","aurelie_body"]Looking where Jayden indicated on the diagram of the saddle, the red-haired smith nodded slowly in understanding. "You're right, sir," she agreed, looking more closely. "A lighter-weight metal would make sense there. In fact..."

She pursed her lips speculatively. "Now that you mention it, I wonder if I should just make the whole thing out of a magnesium or aluminum alloy. They're not metals that I usually work with, but...they just might work better in this case. Thank you for bringing it up, Admin Cross."

Smiling pensively as she made a mental note, Aurelie then stepped back as he summoned his own sword and swung at the sheets of metal. She had to admit, she'd expected a more mundane weapon. She also expected his efforts would mostly result in scratching, cracking, or possibly gouging the metal.

What she hadn't expected was that, with one elegant, efficient slice of his shimmering ice blade, Jayden would simply scythe through each metal sheet like a reaper cutting through a field of wheat. The red-haired smith gasped aloud in amazement—and also dismay, undeniably.

"Name of Arceus! Jayden! Good grief!" The exclamation burst out of her without any forethought. "Those were tempered steel!"

And he cut through them like they were silk scarves. "Well, those metals were obviously not strong enough," she grumbled, hurrying over to the fallen sheets that had been chopped in half.

Gathering them up, she piled them into a discard heap in one corner of the training room. Then, Aurelie hurriedly set out a new array of metal samples. "Let's try these! A tungsten-carbide alloy, three titanium alloys, and...an osmium alloy too. Even stronger than steel, so they say.

"But..." She looked back at Jayden and grinned broadly. "Why don't I think any of them will fare much better against you and your sword there? You've gotta let me take a sample of that ice, Jayden! Uh, Admin Cross. Uh, sir." She coughed awkwardly.

A shadow crossed Aurelie's face as she glanced sidelong at the lurking Chien-Pao sitting to one side and watching the proceedings with sphinx-like grace and glacial patience. "Does your sword come from...him? Or is it something you've always been able to do?"

And if it is the former, she couldn't help thinking but didn't yet dare to voice aloud, how much does it cost you to use it?

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[break][break] it would never get old for him, the feeling of his sword slicing so easily through — whether it be forged metal, or human flesh, it did not matter. the feeling of his sword swinging through the air was only second to the feeling of seeing ghosts for the first time, meeting creatures that understood the same melancholy ache in his chest that he'd experienced from the dawn of time.

[break][break] 'name of arceus! jayden! good grief!'

[break][break] names were of importance, so the admin did take note of the slight change in tone — but it was Aurelie Lefevre, a person he thought fondly of, so he made no reference. the expression on his face also did not change as she inundated her surprise at how easily he sliced through metals, but he did gaze curiously at her as she picked up the broken sheets.

[break][break] "... did you expect something different?"

[break][break] he could not say whether it was his sword that had done the damage or years of expertise built up over time. he wondered if Hitoshi Inoue's own blade would've had the same effect.

[break][break] she set up a new series of metals for them to test, and he raised his sword-arm, prepared to make the same slice, when her words stopped him.

[break][break] "of course," he said. "after."

[break][break] he actually had never given his weapons — at least not these weapons — to anyone else. he wondered if he would be able to do so — or if these swords were an extension of one's self, and would disappear into the aether the moment that he willed them out of existence. before he could test such a theory, however, her follow-up questions made him still.

[break][break] the admin glanced at the ruinous beast that stood between them, the shimmering edge of the feline's fangs just as sharp as that of the sword that he held in his grip.

[break][break] "i have always liked swords," he said plainly. "as you know."

[break][break] after all, it was with such relations that they had made acquaintances in the first place. but then, it had been weaponry that she was more used to — blades forged of the same metal that these sheets were. occasionally, it was the ghost pokemon that he called his armory.

[break][break] the longer that he held the sword in his grip, it seemed, the more his skin seemed to crack. infinitesimal cuts in the surface that not even he recognized, as they filled in with colder crystal.

[break][break] "but this sword - " he gestured to the one that was in his hand, glistening with the brightness of tera shards, as he placed it in the air between them, for her to grab. "and all ones i can summon with it are tied to my avatarship."

[break][break] he paused before handing it off to her, hand tightening around the grip of his blade.

[break][break] the blood that flowed through his veins was no-doubt filled with hateful ichor. if she touched his blade, would she feel the same?

[break][break] frosted blue locked with Aurelie Lefevre's own.

[break][break] but she had asked, hadn't she?

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[attr="class","aurelie_body"]When Jayden asked her if she'd expected a different result than him shearing through reinforced sheets of tempered steel like they were gossamer, Aurelie opened her mouth to answer—and then hesitated. Had she expected anything different? Didn't she know very well how strong both he and Chien-Pao were?

But I did expect something different, she realized, thinking about it. Not from him, though. I expected something different from my work. I thought my steel was stronger than it was.

I expected better from me. And I failed. She took a deep breath. I'll have to do better...but not for Calyrex. For myself.

When Jayden agreed to let her study his blade and even offered it right then, Aurelie found herself a little taken aback by his easygoing response. She'd expected him to need more persuading or even to refuse outright, wanting to keep his powers secret. Instead, he handed it to her freely and fearlessly, seemingly unconcerned that she might steal his secrets or even the sword itself.

As she hesitantly took hold of the weapon's handle, Aurelie was again transfixed by its sheer beauty. If a sword could be carved from a single perfect diamond, it would probably look something like Jayden's ice sword. Light danced and sparkled through its crystalline facets in brilliant rainbow pinpoints, as dazzling as a terastallized Pokemon.

The more the red-haired smith eyed the blade, the more she hated that she could never forge a sword like this herself. Not unless Chien-Pao chose to partner with her, which she couldn't imagine happening.

Then, as Jayden unflinchingly met her gaze, Aurelie caught her breath. Suddenly, she hated him too, hated him for his power and strength and skill and even his generosity. How dare Jayden be so much better than me? How dare he make me feel so inferior?

And Chien-Pao, for that matter... Her attention flickered toward the Ruinous Beast. An even hotter, more satisfying surge of hatred consumed her as she thought of how it hadn't chosen her, how it had spurned her as an avatar. But it wasn't the only Pokemon she abhorred at the moment.

Calyrex... Astucieux, who should've helped me more with the metal... Ignace... She gritted her teeth at the thought of her own Pokemon. The blood pounded in her ears with the vibrancy of her hared.

I'm going to use this sword to destroy them all, Aurelie thought suddenly and stunningly, with the striking clarity of a bolt of lightning flashing through a dark sky. I'll kill everyone that I've ever hated, that's ever betrayed me or hurt me or let me down or simply surpassed me. I'm...I'm going to...

She started to raise the sword in the first movement of an attempt to slash directly at Jayden. Her grip on the sword had been loose and careless, though, and the hilt slipped out of her fingers to clatter on the worktable harmlessly.

And the hatred...disappeared. And the anger, the suicidal courage, the mad determination that came with it. All that was left was a very shocked Aurelie, wrenching her eye off the sword to stare at Jayden.

"Admin Cross..." she breathed, when she found her voice again. "I...I didn't know...

"Is that what it's like to use that sword? That rage, that hatred, that fury at the entire world? And if it is..." She rubbed at her hand as if it'd been stung. "If it is, how do you stand it? How is everyone you ever meet not...dead?"

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[break][break] however, from the moment that those slender fingers touched the hateful blade, it was obvious that jayden's own HATRED was not the only one that could consume him like a winter's deadly frost.

[break][break] there was - perhaps - no cold in the gaze that Aurelie Lefevre then inhibited, but jayden could feel her hatred like his own, surging through him like a frozen glade. it was both thrilling and all-consuming at once, sweeping through him with all the intensity of a forest fire.

[break][break] he and Aurelie Lefevre had been connected by many ties — one, for their association with rocket, and another for their love of the blades that they held dear. but now, there was another.

[break][break] one far more sinful than any human desire.

[break][break] "aurelie," he said, but she did not move. his expression twisted with disdain, eyes narrowing a sliver. more sharply, he repeated her name. "@aurlie!" his words echoed in the space ahead of them, dropping down on her like an anvil.

[break][break] clatter!

[break][break] dropping from her grip, his icy blade fell against the table. it did not shatter, nor break. but it did glimmer like a diamond, reflecting the fading hate in the blacksmiths's gaze, as jayden called his sword back to him with a flick of his hand. it fell easily back into his palm, before fading into nothingness.

[break][break] "they are not dead because i don't want them to be," he said, his voice low enough to be a growl, as if it was not just him who was speaking.

[break][break] it was the simple answer, far less complicated than the real emotions that raged through him. it was addicting to feel another's hate. it was reasons as this that he felt himself drawn to those like howard slayte.

[break][break] "i was raised in kanto rocket, by the likes of Cillian Quinn and THEO BECKETT. i knew what it was like to work under a man like SILAS BLACKWELL. in many ways, my father was SILAS BLACKWELL."

[break][break] cold sweeps through the room at the memory of dmitri, only for it to fade when he turns to look at her.

[break][break] "but hate is like any other emotion," he said, head tilting. "it is weakness, and it is power. it is only as much as you let it be."

[break][break] then, opening his palm towards her, the glimmer of a snowflake-shaped fern delaney and mint frost appeared in his hand.

[break][break] "and as i've learned over the last few months, there are ways to keep the emotion at bay, to remember who you are."

[break][break] the image shifted then to reveal a mimicry of the very first dagger that she had made for him.

[break][break] "for there is a thin line, after all, between love and hate."

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[attr="class","aurelie_body"]For perhaps the thousandth time while in this room with Jayden, the red-haired smith hugged herself and shivered profoundly. This time, though, it wasn't from the physical cold, which Aurelie was actually getting more used to, if not quite comfortable with. This, instead, came from the chilling knowledge of exactly how it felt to wield the ice sword.

She'd thought it would feel unnaturally cold, and it had. But she hadn't counted on that hatred. It was something like how Aurelie imagined falling into a black hole would feel like. Everything was swallowed up and blotted out by that implacable, all-consuming hatred.

And she wasn't even the sword's primary bearer! What must it be like, to have that feeling flowing through you every time? What was it like, to be dominated by an emotion so black and cold?

A few ragged breaths escaped the still-shaky Aurelie as she listened intently to Jayden's explanations. She hadn't known much about his history before now, just that he'd been part of Kanto's Rocket division in the past. Even this small glimpse filled her with awe at his self-control.

Aurelie managed to smile when he opened his palm to show the snowflakes glittering in the shape of people she couldn't place right away. "That's so lovely," she marveled. "And...probably so necessary, to carry that reminder with you always."

I wonder if he could use his power to become a great artist, instead of a killer, she found herself speculating. Like, an ice sculptor. Wouldn't that be amazing? But...no, Chien-Pao probably wouldn't like that much.

Aloud, she merely continued, her words tumbling over each other a little faster than they had before, "Still, knowing how it feels... I don't want to force you to use that sword more often than you have to! I don't want you to feel that way...especially when I'm right next to you!"

The red-haired smith chuckled weakly, before glancing down at the metal sheets she'd set up. "Can you maybe ask Chien-Pao to attack these, please? I...I assume it's at least as strong as you are. So, it should still be a fair test—but hopefully a slightly less...stressful one for you."

It's just self-preservation, she told herself, watching Jayden expectantly. I just don't want to die if he does lose control and starts to hate...the color of my hair or something. It's not like I care about his feelings or mental state or anything.

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[break][break] "it does not matter," he murmured. "the feeling is with me always. whether i will it to be or not."

[break][break] the sword was merely a manifestation of his emotions. to bring that living hate that was bred within him, from his earliest of days, to fruition.

[break][break] it was his curse.

[break][break] "but i will do as you say."

[break][break] but CHIEN PAO had a mind of it's own. it was not as simple as asking.

[break][break] luckily for Aurelie Lefevre, however, the ruinous creation had it's own reasons. curiosity has already been crafted, the moment that the blacksmith had brought the materials out.

[break][break] baring it's teeth, the ruinous creature lunged.

[break][break] deadly ice crashed against the metal — snow crystals flying off in the same manner as it had in that frosted tundra, right before they had been sucked into that forgotten galar.

[break][break] hopefully for both of them, however, they would not get absorbed a second time.

[break][break] experiencing that sort of trauma was enough for a single lifetime.

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