To Expect The Nameless To Be Only Have A Singular Weapon On Hand. After All, With A Job As EXCITING

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒎 to expect the Nameless to be only have a singular weapon on hand. After all, with a job as EXCITING and just a tiny bit DANGEROUS as trailblazing, the Nameless should ALWAYS be prepared. He wasn't certain what to expectㅤ—ㅤbut it certainly wasn't a GIANT FLAMING LANCE. Those lavender orbs of his were marveling at the historical weapon; both impressed by its might and wondering how the rest of the train hadn't caught fire the moment it had been drawn.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤWOAHㅤ—ㅤyeah, that is pretty cool ! I don't think I've ever seen anything like a flaming lance on Penacony !ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤThe child was smiling already; still clearly excited about all of the grand adventures that awaited the Namelessㅤ—ㅤbut he couldn't help but BEAM with delight at the newfound title. ' GALATIC BASEBALLER JUNIOR 'ㅤ—ㅤit had a really nice ring to it; perfect for any newfound Trailblazer !

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤI'll do my best as the Galactic Baseballer Junior, Mister Akio ! I'll make you AND the rest of the Nameless proud !ㅤ❜

His hands on his hips, Akio nodded proudly, like an older brother who just taught his younger sibling how to stand up for himself. And in a way, it was, and Akio liked to see it that way.

"Fear not, the Galactic Baseballer - that is me - has more than one trick up his sleeve!" Two weapons on hand was always better than one. He reaches out an arm, and a bright orange lance appears in his hand. Underestimating the weight- or overestimating his own strength for just a moment, the lance nearly tips him over, and as the weapon hits the floor of the train carriage, it makes a considerable THUNK sound. Luckily, the surface only barely scratches.

"This here, is the War-Flaming Lance of former Supreme Guardian Alisa Rand! Pretty cool, right?" He was pretty proud of wielding such a weapon, even if his go-to was the baseball bat. The lance emanates heat akin to a lit furnace, so Akio decides to put it away shortly after.

"So, until we get you something, you can use that, no problem! Maybe we can find another super-powered baseball bat you can whack monsters with! You can be... the Galactic Baseballer Junior."

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒔 of the surrounding snowscape as the other would assist the fallen soldier. It seemed as if everything was COVERED and whatever other soldiers were injured were being assisted by their partners and the medics.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤAqua orbs turn back to her companion; making certain that she was okay carrying the fallen Silvermane guard. The other seemed to be okay. Still, combat and war were NEVER easy and though she didn't often find herself on the battlefield like this, she knew that harsh truth all too well.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤThe camp isn't that far from here. I chose the closest and safest area I could without increasing the risk of any surprise attacks from the Fragmentum. Butㅤ—ㅤif you get tired, we can TAKE TURNS. I just can't guarantee I'll be any faster than you.ㅤ❜

The tangible difference between the way they were raised would be appreciated if she knew it. A bright young girl like her deserved something easier- kinder. Even if there was still tragedy, at least she wasn't riddle with it. At least she had here and now, with the people who she cared for and cared about her in turn.

"'m always careful, sweetheart. Ain't no reason t' worry about me, I promise."

If worse came to worse, at least she could handle herself just as well as any soldier. Not that she wanted for it to be that way, but all the same. Even if they had once been separated by Underworld and overworld- Eros wanted the best for the people of Belobog. Regardless of where they may live.

So she'd follow behind the younger diligently. Amethyst eyes scanning their surroundings as they went. Ready shoulder there be any issues at all. And she's grateful, at least, to see there's only the one man- what they hope is one.

Following in step behind Pela, she would sling the other man's arm over her shoulders. Despite her own short stature, she housed a strength many didn't typically see. She did so love to play damsel any other time- but now wasn't one of them.

"'m right here with ya, Pela. Let's get our friend here somewhere safer."

He's so nice т....т

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒅 ?

you sacrifice yourself

what drives you is the fact that you feel beholden to others. you protect them, at the cost of your own safety. maybe it's one specific person you're weak for, maybe it's anybody and everybody -- you jump in front of that sword, that bullet, that cracking whip because you would rather be the one to hurt. you think that pain is most beautiful when misdirected. you believe that this makes you strong, a hero. danger doesn't faze you anymore. you learned not to fear fire or drowning; you don't love them, but sometimes you think you love the call of death. you were waiting for a reason to meet it, really.

pyrrhic victory

is this even a happy ending? you don't, technically, lose. but what did you have to sacrifice? how many people are no longer standing at your side by the end? how can you move on, knowing that all of your effort was mostly in vain? did your actions even matter? perhaps it would have been better to do nothing at all. perhaps you would have hurt less. you will not be protected by your legacy. you will not be honored by future generations. and before you even get to leave behind a name so hollow, you must live, and die, and try to understand why you were placed at the center of so much war.

you help the enemy win

you truly think that you are doing what's right, up until the very end. the path you chose set you apart from your friends, your loved ones, your place in society, but you insisted that you were only protecting the things and people you care about. you were tricked. or, at the very least, you were manipulated. it is partly your fault for being naive, but obviously you will not be forgiving yourself for that again. perhaps if you had been given the whole truth, you would have acted differently, and the blood of your friends would not be on your hands. but time is a hard rule in tragedies. you get one chance. this was yours.

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꒰ྀི ✧ — @diverse-hearts-ocs asked: this is the worst it’s been. that feeling in the pit of my stomach. - Relia / Misha

↳ -: ˚ʚ ( random sentence prompts ━ from various tv shows, part 6. ) ɞ˚ :-

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. The girl just lookedㅤ—ㅤexhausted; like she desperately needed some rest. People weren't supposed to be tired in the Planet of Festivities; they were supposed to be HAPPY and making the BEST out of what the Sweet Dream had to offer. Somehow though, he had the sinking feeling that the source of the girl's fatigue was NOT an unsatisfactory experience in the Dreamscape but something much more sinister.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤI - is there anything I can do to HELP YOU, Miss ? I can get you some Soulglad if that'll help settle your stomach ! Y - you don't need to worry about the bill either ! ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤTechnically, covering guests' bills wasn't part of his job or else he'd HAVE no paycheck. Still, he couldn't shake that sickening feeling that something was TERRIBLY WRONG with this girl and he had to do whatever he could to help. Somehow, he knew that Grandpa would have done the VERY SAME.

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ❛ㅤI'll have you know, ' CONVINCING ' and ' MANIPULATION ' aren't the same thing ! ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤBut PROBABLY NOT ! ㅤ❜

"No manipulation. That's off the table." Set the ground rules. "Oh, but--can Vanitas speak other languages besides French?"