Valerie Re'Daull
Val'Rain Sekairo in Disguise
Disaster hung in the air, staying just one step behind and three steps ahead. It knew what would happen before you did. Yet it stayed out of sight until the time was right. I guess that's why it's so deadly. After one you're just left on the edge of your seat, trying to do anything from preventing it from happening again. But the worst incidents are never in your control, even if they seem to be... I wonder if Ven thought she had things under control before she died. Maybe she did. Or maybe she realized how screwed she was. Of course, the rumors regarding her demise vary. Doubt a single one I've heard is true. Craziest of them said she took down a whole platoon of Fringe soldiers before facing off against Varanin herself.
As much as I care about the woman who's DNA I share, I doubt anything close to that happened. According to her journals, her number one desire was to keep her friends safe. That list included Circe Savan, Ventasia Terana, Darren Savan, and Ire'Rain Sekairo. The first two were the most important, apparently. Perhaps something threatened Circe, and Ven was doing her best to prevent any injuries, only to face a foe to mighty? More likely than her striking down ally forces. Even if she was in a state of madness. But that didn't really matter at the moment.
Something was off. Fondor felt... different. At least at the moment. My instincts were telling me to scram, get to The Starlight Victor, and take off. Not that it was an option, of course. I had enlisted in the Protectorate, claiming to be Ven'Rain's twin. They were a tad skeptical at first, but a DNA test was enough to let me join. Skipping out on them wasn't really a good thing to do, especially when my training just finished. Best to figure out why I was feeling like this and get to-
Osik.
Up ahead was someone it would be impossible for me to ignore. Terana herself. One of the only two people to ever really get Ven to love them. It didn't seem like she had seen me, which was good. 'Cause right now I looked exactly like 28-year-old Ven. Mohawk, yellow eyes, scars, 'gothic' clothes. For her it would be like seeing a ghost. A very, very alive ghost at that. Letting out a little sigh I started to head towards the nearest building, only to curse my luck. This was the Cafe the two had met at. It wasn't terribly popular, but it was in heavily populated area. People came through here all the time. Must be hard for Tasia, at least a little... Walking past memories so often.
But I can't pretend to know her any better than the people around me.
As much as I care about the woman who's DNA I share, I doubt anything close to that happened. According to her journals, her number one desire was to keep her friends safe. That list included Circe Savan, Ventasia Terana, Darren Savan, and Ire'Rain Sekairo. The first two were the most important, apparently. Perhaps something threatened Circe, and Ven was doing her best to prevent any injuries, only to face a foe to mighty? More likely than her striking down ally forces. Even if she was in a state of madness. But that didn't really matter at the moment.
Something was off. Fondor felt... different. At least at the moment. My instincts were telling me to scram, get to The Starlight Victor, and take off. Not that it was an option, of course. I had enlisted in the Protectorate, claiming to be Ven'Rain's twin. They were a tad skeptical at first, but a DNA test was enough to let me join. Skipping out on them wasn't really a good thing to do, especially when my training just finished. Best to figure out why I was feeling like this and get to-
Osik.
Up ahead was someone it would be impossible for me to ignore. Terana herself. One of the only two people to ever really get Ven to love them. It didn't seem like she had seen me, which was good. 'Cause right now I looked exactly like 28-year-old Ven. Mohawk, yellow eyes, scars, 'gothic' clothes. For her it would be like seeing a ghost. A very, very alive ghost at that. Letting out a little sigh I started to head towards the nearest building, only to curse my luck. This was the Cafe the two had met at. It wasn't terribly popular, but it was in heavily populated area. People came through here all the time. Must be hard for Tasia, at least a little... Walking past memories so often.
But I can't pretend to know her any better than the people around me.
@[member="Ventasia Terana"]