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Time passes, empires rise and fall with each passing century. Yet, even with that fact being known a small man known as Desmond Hayden to some of his closest compatriots, had taken the initiative to establish his legacy. In that idea he formulated the beginnings of greatness which would far exceed his life hopefully, each step was blazing a path which had not been taken. On the long shot of a brief idea he had united almost the entirety of Africa under a single banner, the banner of Vastime. He had forged a place where people of all creeds could flock to, searching for their own happiness and instilling long lost virtues into the world- virtues which Shadow Fall had taken with their rise to power.
Never the less, the man sat at his desk waiting for the arrival of a long lost friend- one he had met and forged a fire born friendship in the pits of war. A lost soul even, one which was exactly the type that flocked to Vastime. The ideals of freedom and service, the responsibility that came with freedom was all too important- it was a solemn duty of each citizen of Vastime to understand witch this power of choice: Came the responsibility of duty.
Thus as the door opened she would see her old friend, the youthful yet hardened face held new scars which seemed to speak their own tales. His rolled up sleeves just under his elbow, the slightly unbuttoned shirt showcasing a brief few of his neck. His hair was still the same mess as it was the day they met, but what was even stranger was how different he looked but at the same time similar. This man wasn't wearing battle armor, instead he was wearing formal attire which was haphazardly done most likely from constant meetings and the business of the day. Despite the 'professional' look he adorned it was clear something was different, and it was all in his eyes.
Those coffee color's irises which when she first met was burning with ambition where now vibrant, a new passion in them which burned brighter than any flame. The intense look was almost jarring. It was clear this man had changed and worked himself into a man worth being, into a leader who now was at the fore front of change on a global- a cosmic scale. This man had been in the headlines having fought near godly beings, having taken a mantle of responsibility to the world. Yet, he seemed happy. Much happier than the man she once met. And certainly stronger.
"Of course I remember you, I made some calls once I heard you where in the nation- made it a little easier for you to get here and find me. Usually you gotta call ahead- get past the armed guards and such. But I made an exception for you."
The solid voice of Hayden was almost vibranting through the room, he held a new almost tangible aura to him. Chances are in her brief time in Vastime she would hear rumors about the king, about how he attracted a sort of empower and calming aura to him. It was funny considering she knew the mass amount of rage and power within him, but this effect was simply his will power and resolve being leaked into the earth. He was after all, their king and leader. Not only did he seek to be an example, but he actively was involved their nation- living in such a way that encouraged others to find their own ideals and beliefs. Vastime simply provided an archetype.
The man would push back his chair sliding backwards slightly as he stood at his full height of five foot eleven, considerably shorter than most who would be regarded as imposing. Yet, even with that it wasn't his muscle, his height, or his voice which made him imposing nowadays but his raw resolve and ambition which leaked from the man like a busted fire hydrant. The coffee eyes of his gazing at Kayta with such warmth that one could easily break down and understand a simple truth: He believed in what he was doing, he was willing to go the lengths to see his creation and ideals to the end.
Thus he would walk around the desk properly imitting her sitting gesture as his head tilted ever so slightly, gazing down at her with the briefest of smiles. The sly look on his face, the measured tone of his voice, and the formal yet casual look was such a stark contrast to the man she once knew.
"Sure I can talk, It's been interesting- Azure's death, me taking over the Vanguard, establishing Vastime, meeting the equivalent of Gods to the demons. Even met with Khala." The male remarked taking a deep breath before sighing, a good sigh one which indicated he held a lot of thoughts within him. "But all that is irrelevant at this moment, what is important is a friend has returned- one who is welcomed in my office or in the nation I serve."
"Truly, Kayta, How have you been faring? I gotta be honest, everything has been sorta just... happening. But I like it. Someone had to take responsibility, someone had to put their foot down. I'm glad, that I finally grew up enough, to understand with this power- this freedom- the duty and obligation I had. I've never been more committed or happier in my life."
The male hand would rest on his leg as he eye'd her, almost as if trying to see what was inside of her. The close proximity of the two allowing him a unadulterated view of her, since their last meeting she had not changed much. All it took as a small smile on his face to highlight just how drastically he had.
"I've had about one note worthy fight in the past since you've been gone and that was with a Quincy- damn powerful one."
The male would remark as his eyes followed her movements, allowing her to take a seat in his former chair. He had gotten to see all that he had needed in that small span of time- it seemed time had not aided her nor broken her. She simply remained unphased, unchanged as time had passed her by which was rather interesting. It a sense, it was refreshing to see as a reminder of days long gone.
In one swift motion he would be off the desk his back turned to her, calloused hands thrown into pockets haphazardly as his gaze focused on the orange horizon which allowed a perfect view of the city beneath them. The sprawling metropolis even going so far as to touch the ocean which was nearby, the cobble stone streets housing many active denizens as they carried about their business. All that was his to protect, it was his to allow to prosper- should he fail the life of millions could be lost in an instant.
"Sounds like you had quite the adventure in that cabin, can't say I know that symbol." For now he would not bring up the scared skin that he saw on her neck, now was not the time for questions such as that. It seemed the measured heavy voice of Hayden was preoccupied by thoughts which was aching to take him away from this honey dewed moment. The life of a king, the life of an leader was one filled with constant strife which often seemed to place him in a busied haze. "It's funny, to think last time we talked I was so strong yet so... wanton for purpose. Now that I have it, it's so hard to explain when everything is your call. Empires rise and fall, now it's my call."
The way he spoke in such a bittersweet tone highlighted just how much weight was resting on the broad shoulders of Hayden, almost like a modern day Atlas. He bore the weight proudly and with such vigor one might think that this wanton passion was not a burden but a gift. He had certainly grown, changed even.
"You wanna know about my nation Kayta? Simple. A place where people can come to find their own happiness, to seek their own legacy- the pursuit of life, liberty, and happiness. Where strife is accepted not with bitterness but vigor. Each citizen of Vastime has untold freedom to pick their life, to choose to serve or create- to be a warrior or poet." The male voice changed as he spoke about what he had crafted, an immense proud voice which almost seemed thunderous. "We took ideals we believed in to make the world a better place, we ain't perfect. We have crime, murder- but we also have immense pride and love more than that. This I will defend."
The male would turn around to look at her, the sun horizon beginning to fall behind him casting his shadow forward. The bruning orange hue which over took the room was quite the effect, it was easy to see why he choose this location for his office. The fresh sea breeze air, the overlook of the city, and the dazzling sun allowed the man to work in peace- to have a small section for himself and his thoughts.
"For those who don't fit in this world, for those who hate the current way the world is- that is what Vastime is for. I know you must one day return and claim your throne- but do know a place in Vastime is always open for you." The male informed her allowing a smile to spread across his lips as he walked to the desk removing his hands from his pockets placing them on the desk leaning on it slightly.
"That is- if you think you have the tenacity and ambition."Of course, he had to also tease the girl as well a sly smile playing across his features. The mocha color'd eyes waiting for her response with interest.