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Chained, followed by a barrage of attacks. The metaphorical hook, line, and sinker had been executed well enough, much to his relief— though as the incoming onslaught had been brought upon the avian locked within the sights of those near and far, he couldn't help but allow his gaze to stray briefly among the chaos, drawn by none other than a voice whose source—familiar, yet timeworn within his prior absences—rested against the skyline above:
Belial Stone .[break][break]
He took a cursory look between him and the threat at hand, to and from, before ultimately turning to face him more, somewhat.[break][break]
"...And I didn't think anyone like you would care about someone like me~," he called out, brows furrowed amidst an amused, yet still wary look in the face of the other's attire.
"What are you— a fan? You want an autograph, or something?"[break][break]
Suggestions upon suggestions that likely couldn't be farther from the truth— with the irony of the interaction, itself, being just as far stretched.[break][break]
"This started with the intent to help, and it'll end the same way if it has to. Plain and simple~."[break][break]
Spoken so simply, yet even then, he couldn't help but find a lingering gaze upon the man afar, nevertheless. Though a smile accompanied both word and tone, alike, a gentle crease betwixt brows found itself constant as he kept his attention upward. Pensive, pensive, pensive—[break][break]
Yet, unbeknownst to him, he would have more than enough time in the days following to think.[break][break]
(Not like there's other options right now, anyway.)
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And so the pensiveness eluded him, shortly, as a familiar shrill cut through the air. Immediately, hues of auburn shifted from the man upon the rooftops in favor of peering back towards the selfsame Decidueye that he'd sent out as he promptly began a returning flight. Before long, the archer lighted down in front of his trainer once more, ruffling his feathers with a questioning, curious hoot before lifting a wing towards other, nearby townsfolk that seemed to still be shaken.[break][break]
He cast one last look towards the opposing Stone before nodding at his bird and following him.[break][break]
(i.)
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The days fall apart like ashes upon the scoured winds.[break][break]
Day by day, night by night... Just like before, the thought of a swift return home had been one he'd taken with such naivete; one so vehemently disproven by the persistent existence of all whom remained within the realm. To describe the setting as a fever dream would be no far stretch of true— yet a fever dream, in itself, had always proven to be just that. A dream.[break][break]
Yet there he was. There
they were.[break][break]
The modern era masquerading betwixt royal titles and occupations that would be considered outlandish—perhaps even barbaric—by their former ideals. Flexibility is key, however, in the face of new
(old? past?) struggles— and so did they all flex in their according and fitting ways. As the days drew on, and as the thought of an empire well built became more and more of an afterthought, the reality had caught up to him.[break][break]
This was his reality.[break]
A fever dream. A fever dream...[break][break]
...Yet a dream he wouldn't allow to pass like any other. Undoubtedly, blood was still at a constant risk of being shed; lives, lost; darkness, eminent if given the opportunity to slip further through the cracks. So, he did what he did best. Worked.[break][break]
Worked on his own, with eyes forward, and with goals of bolstering the town, altogether. Worked with
MARISOL SIMONE and her efforts to supply her and her own work with the ample means to keep her medicinal practices smoothly afloat.[break][break]
(x.)
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In the grand scheme of things, he could only hope that all the preparation he'd amounted would be worthwhile. Eventually, his time branched out towards the mines located so closely to the city; the troves upon troves of
Dynite Ore recovered by those couple people within their initial arrival finding his interest. Every so often, he would make trips to and from, exploring the tunnels and mineshafts with no shortage of caution and curiosity, alike, before busying himself with the other ores yet to be taken, alongside the threats that dwelled within their chambers.[break][break]
Yet before long, there came another threat. Prophetic, tried and true.[break][break]
Had he stood his ground alongside those within the city? Of course. Had he defended with all he could muster? Yet again, of course.[break]
Yet in the midst of it all, with years upon years of prior experience and wear, there had always seemed to be a familiar spark that found itself lacking within his gaze, whether lit ablaze by the furor of battle, or idling calmly amidst the conversations preceding and following.[break][break]
But the battle had been won, nevertheless, albeit briefly— and with it, the spoils distributed. Numerous armaments and the like, granted among the populous.[break][break]
Him, though? Oh, just a simple ring, crafted with care, and detail.[break]
...Perhaps even the traces of a lost blaze from the one wearing it.[break][break]
GefYYQUf
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TL;DR:
- timeskip leo is pierro from genshin impact
- leo could either be sarcastic or genuinely questioning who tf belial is depending on if he's a public rocket tbh LMFAO
- year one: doing what he does best: tinkering with tech. obviously limited given the setting, but is doing his best with developing the city's equipment as well as possible. likely applying what he can with marisol's efforts
- (by) year ten: basically a better continuation and advancement of the above. also started looking more into the dynite ore as word spread. trying to find ways to incorporate it into armaments, tools, etc. to no avail
- lowkey moving into Steadfast and Stoic Knight(tm) vibes tbh
- crafted: ring of protection (king's shield)
- total salacs used: x2