{PRELUDE} Captured! The Feral One finally chooses a side?

Tue Oct 11, 2011 4:35 am

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{PRELUDE} Captured! The Feral One finally chooses a side? DaiHeader

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THE ROGUE - 0-3+

SALVE MARIA [PEACE BE WITH YOU]
"The best offense... is a damn good defense..."
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LET US BEGIN

A city sat before him, the buildings and grey streets splashed with the red tinges of blood. Bodies were on the ground; decapitated bodies, dismembered bodies, everything covered in the blood of the innocent. He was standing there, watching over the death, with eyes that spoke of a bestial nature in the man standing there. He stepped backwards and howled into the air, before running further through those streets, cutting down those who get in his way, and stepping out of his way in order to simply cut those that weren't there anyway. This was just like before, and yet it was also different. Worse, almost, because he was in control now. He was controlling the blade, and enjoying it.

No.

He stopped in a sudden, wrestling with his head, standing in one spot, shouting out in pain. He had lost control of his body, and he was kneeling down in one spot; resisting the kill of another. What was going on? He shouted out and tried again, but still could do nothing. He wanted to kill. It was just killing, it was a simple motion, was it not? These people had no life. They were just fodder to his blade, right? So he could just bring this blade down and kill. Kill. Yes, kill. He could just kill and get it over with. So why could he not do so? Bring the goddamn blade down! A sudden sharp pain ravaged his back; and he coughed up some blood as he felt something remove from the flesh, and then the wound heal. Growling slightly, he turned around, and stepped backwards in slightly animal worry. What animal wouldn't, when a being that was the same as them stood in front of them?

Give me back my body.

Something strange was afoot. He felt weaker, now. He wouldn't be able to kill that man without losing his strength. He had to... he rushed forwards, pressing an attack.... and stabbed this man in the stomach. But the man just let him do it. WHy did he not fight back? Did he know? He must have done. NO. No. Nononononononononononononondarknodarknessfallingfalling.....

"AH!" Sitting up in a hurry, Daigoro rubbed his red eyes with a slightly queasy look on his face. Why was he remembering that, now of all times? Looking around, he remembered exactly where he was right now. Right. He had been captured by the Sugiura; a former lover had revealed herself to him, and he was now in this mess. Growling, Dai turned to the side and sat over the edge of his bed, shaking his head and sighing softly. That... ugh. That dream was different, though. Unlike most of his dreams abuot that day, he wasn't seeing it from his own perspective. Everything that he was feeling at that point in time... those feelings that were making him feel that way in the dream... they belonged to the FeralMind. Did that mean... that it had a stake in what he had to play? Damnit all. Shaking his head, Daigoro slowly looked up as his door was opened by a rather rough looking guard. His zanpakuto had been taken away from him, so he was with no way to fight back. Slowly standing up, Dai was pat down before having a hand grip around his neck roughly. It hurt for a half-second, but that pain slowly faded, Dai simply giving a pained expression to make the man feel better about himself. A gravelly voice announced that they were going to visit the Royals, and he was led off, not resisting... simply accepting his fate.

Heh... The man felt his footfalls resound through the hallways as he continued along, sighing softly as he did so. He had been captured, finally, and not by the Soul Society, or by the Kokuryuteshi, but by the Sugiura; something that he had certainly not expected. Chuckling internally, they made their way through the passages, until they reached the main throne room of the royals, Dai being pushed out into the middle of the large room and before the thrones on the back wall. He grunted and went to his knees, sorta off his kilter after being manhandled so roughly, looking up at the thrones and beginning to wonder just who would be coming out to greet him... Suddenly, a voice broadcast itself into his head, and he knelt down and leaned forwards, gritting his teeth at the advent of his sound...

"Alright, if you are getting this message, this is Zin Yuudeshi: Leader Of The Vizard Corps. I need all available men, women, things, creatures or whatever else you can send at or above Vice Captain level to come out to the wastelands to investigate a very strange phenom I've been trying to keep close tabs on. Things are gonna get bloody, twisted, fucked up and we might encounter a final boss or some shit like that along hte way. So don't come here if you don't have the balls to face...mutants, hehehe, yeah, I said it: fucking mutants. So bring your collective asses out here and fight along side me. Over and out." What... the hell? Mutants? Out in the Wastelands? That was... rather disturbing. Normally, he'd be right there. But for once, he couldn't be there. But he was certain that things would turn out fine... they always did. "Good luck, Zin Yuudeshi."

Thu Oct 20, 2011 8:27 am

{ LET IT COMMENCE }

{PRELUDE} Captured! The Feral One finally chooses a side? 1b877012ee314b8a73a0e4ae323737400-1

:~Nacora|Sugiura :~
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- Let The Flames Turn Everything To Ash... Then Rebirth Will Occur -

His footsteps had echoed throughout the palace as he made his way around it to report his activities on the fallen island. If he was correct, he was the only Sugiura on the island that had survived. So it was imperative to return that info. He was exiting a hallway when the sight of guards escorting a crimson haired male passed by him. In as he seen his eyes, he felt a slight chill go down his spine. Why? what was the thing that cause that chill. Was it the eyes of the crimson warrior or maybe the slight grin on his face. The blonde Sugiura was adorn with uniform of the Sugiura forces so he followed behind them.

As they passed by something compelled the boy to follow. In his hands he held the various reports he had wrote up from the order of one of the higher ups in the army. But all he could see was the backs of the guards in front of him and that of the red hair male's back. The amber Sugiura silently jogged up behind the guards as they tossed the man on the ground. As he looked on from the blind spot of the guards, Nacoramade it apparent that he was hearing this transmission as well. As his head begin to receive the message, Nacora's expression tensed up.

" Zin Yuudeshi huh ? Sounds like where he's at is the definition of fun."

He look over towards the red haired male, feeling his power. He was sure someone as strong as him had heard it too. Even if he was incarcerated, he was sure that everyone had heard the plea from Zin and every strong person would be needed for that mutant war. Nacora made himself known from the shadows. He was still young compared to Suigura years and was in that rambunctious teenage stage. The blonde boy step up from behind the guards

" I know I wasn't the only one that heard that."

As he spoke he begin to walk a little closer to the red hair male. He wanted to get a better look at him, from what he knew their wasn't really any most wanted people for the Sugiura's. So for them to have him captured like that he had to of been really fucked in the head.

{ SESSION OVER }

Sat Dec 03, 2011 6:32 pm

The Sugiura prison is known to house the most malevolent and most vile of creatures with ill intent towards the harmonious lands of the Sugiuran people. For the clan as a whole, their job is to limit as much war and as much casualty as possible. To this end, when Shimura arrived in this bountiful land, she noticed that among all the loyal subjects that placed their absolute loyalty in their leaders, there were bound to be people who would rebel against her and try to claim the land for their own selfish greed. It came as no surprise, however, but it was unnerving all the same. Thus, as time went on, she started to devise plans to take care of these foolish souls, so that their terrorism would not come into full fruition. Chances of treason? Constant. Chances of fighting through every single army that Shimura and Misaiko have prepared to stand guard? Nigh-impossible. Additionally, because the land grew at such a high rate, the probability had exponentially increased. To re-correct this anomaly, Shimura created a large prison that could house around 10,000 or more, men and women who decided to revolt against the kingdom. Depending on extremely high rate of crimes that a single individual has accumulated; Some unfortunate souls would be forever sealed away, or in the worst case, executed.

For minor crimes, any individual would at the most, be sentenced to 3 months of prison, while a personal friend would be allowed to come in to teach them the error of their ways. If they have served their sentence with humbleness and futility, they would be released, allowed to start a new path and rewrite the wrongs that they committed. So, in retrospect, the prison had at all times always learned to keep a absolute rule, while retaining the kindness and magnanimity that Misaiko and Shimura do their best to uphold. Needless to say, no one has challenged the way they run things, and why should they? No one has anything to fear within this land, and no one will be ridiculed as long as the people continue to work with each other in perfect unison.

For someone to challenge them out of the deep blue, their efforts would be so useless as to be laughable. In recent years, due to connections between the Soul society, the Sugiura have decided to lend their forces down to their allies in order to capture and apprehend outsiders who may cause unfounded chaos among their home. This is probably why Dai is in this prison at the current moment, perhaps soul society has viewed him as a traitor dangerous enough to hinder their future plans, or, perhaps they've been aiming to find him for some time. Whatever the case, someone will seek these answers from him.

And what do you know, one such specific person walking through the halls of the establishment with a composed and elegant gait, has such a goal. Misaiko Sugiura. The Queen of the Eastern clan. For what reasons has this prisoner sparked an appearance from someone of her magnitude? Those were the thoughts running through the mind s of the prisoners as they paled at the sight of her majesty. Everything about this woman, from the walk, to her hair, exuded grace and femininity to it's highest. As she walked towards the throne room, most likely, having already collected the documents from the officers, she sighed and began to ponder just who this man was. Daigoro Ito. Just who is he?

There was no use asking herself these questions, she could only find the answers she was seeking through listening to what this man had to say. At the last step, Misaiko had slowly opened the door to the throne room to see the man of the hour prostrate on his knees, with his wrists bound with highly powerful steel hand-cuffs capable of keeping their Reaitsu at bay, and in some cases nullified making escape all but impossible. Along with the red haired man, a familiar face could be discerned through the left side of her left eye, Nacora Sugiura. While her throne room was usually private, she had no intention of reviling the boy or punishing him, if he conducted himself maturely he could stay for as long as his heart desired.

With her reserved and dignified manners, she introduced herself to the man with blood red hair. "My apologies if i kept you waiting so long. A queen's job is never easy, and today amplified that to it's maximum. Her throne room was one of fine decorum. Pictures of legendary soldiers that brought much fame to these lands, waves and waves of wonderful and decorative ornamentation's. For anyone to appear here is either an honor, birthright, or like this man's case, an urgent matter. Without breaking her composure, she looked towards Nacora and requested a chair for the man, in response, she sat down and looked deep within his eyes. "...." With no words to speak, she idly stared at him, while her subordinate would hopefully carry out his orders. Hopefully, today would go along well. Hopefully.

Sat Dec 03, 2011 8:08 pm

AND SO, HE ENTERS

"My apologies if i kept you waiting so long." A voice ruined that silence of regret that Daigoro Ito was feeling in the bottom pits of his heart. Gritting his teeth, he shook his head in an attempt to regain it, his heart was dead-set on telling him exactly what he'd done wrong. He had just been pulled from a Sugiura prison, and was now kneeling before the throne of the King and Queen of the Sugiura; he was a criminal, through and through. He could've escaped from the pair who had captured him, though he had chosen not to, for some reason. In his mind, he had chosen to go with a woman that he had once loved, who may have been holding some kind of grudge. That was foolish and naive on its own... to add to that, he was now slapped in cuffs, locked away in the prison of the Sugiura. Why, he had to wonder then, was a traitor such as himself not simply taken away to Soul Society for his execution? He was a criminal, wasn't he? He had a past of betraying those he'd sworn alliegence to. If not Soul Society, then the Kokuryuteshi. Either way, he was lost. They could sell him to either party, and he would be tried and executed either way. He didn't even bother to laugh at the futility of his situation, instead simply keeping his gaze fixed on the floor, staring blankly at the ornate rugs and tiles that covered the ground, not bothering to do anything but. His body had lost the will to go on, and the soft voice that emanated from his mouth made that much clear.

"If you're going to have me executed... do it while I'm like this..." Gritting his teeth, he spoke words that made perfect sense in his mind, but seemed to be a total jumble when they reached the air around him. He swallowed the bile that was created from those feelings of self-disgust, before slowly raising his head in order to look at the woman before him. Despite having lost most of his will to live any further, those red eyes still spoke of a fire that was rare in most. It was difficult to extinguish the true flame of Daigoro Ito, and for that, the eyes would never lie. His heart had completely dropped from the sky, yet here he was, still defiant until the bitter end. A man who had only let his morals guide him, forever scared of himself... Yes, that was another reason for wanting to die. He was scared of that creature that he once was, and could still be. That thing which devoured lives, taking them at it's own leisure. It was within him, so if he died, then would it not simply die too? It was a part of him, within him, and merged with his soul all at once, therefore killing it would remove that cancer from this world... that cancer known as Daigoro Ito. His shoulders slumped, and he finally gave a dry laugh, properly inspecting this woman that stood in front of him, looking over her body, her face, her eyes, taking in everything that was to become the image of Misaiko Sugiura in his mind. He blinked, scanning over the long white locks of hair, the golden pools that were her eyes, and everything that seemed to make up this woman as a whole. His hands clenched, and he grit his teeth, feeling tears begin to soak the edges of his eyes.

"That's why you brought me here, isn't it? To decide my fate? To tell me that I'm a criminal who'll simply be executed? That's what everyone else said, so it must be true! All I've ever done is leave those who I've sworn my blade to, but that's all they see. They don't see the reasons I have, nor do they understand my morals! All they see... is a traitor. But isn't that true, in the basest sense of the word?" Tears were now rolling down his cheeks, soaking the floor beneath him. Why was he crying? Why was he feeling such sorrow? Was it a normal thing to do this? Why was he regretting his path? He could already feel it rumbling inside of him; that beast that seemed to have no thoughts of anything but itself and the scent of blood. He bit his lip, and his head hung once more. "I apologize. I spoke out of place, ma'am." Why, Daigoro, why? Were you looking for more reason to give to her to kill you? Actually, he probably was...

Wed Dec 14, 2011 2:31 am

"...Eh..?" Misaiko was taken aback by the sudden words that spilled out from the inner sanctum of Daigoro Ito's heart. She could clearly discern it, in every detail, the tears that began to fall and wet his cheeks. Who was this man? What were the feelings he had accumulated and kept inside until now? What was the reason for this despair, and the words of absolute self-hate? Where did his path go wrong? Misaiko had heard each and every word, oh so very clearly. It reminded her - it reminded her of her past. She could recall the times when she felt that she deserved execution for allowing her sacred to form the darkness inside her known as Tenkou. She could imagine and recall the regret of her blood stained hands, and the sinister smile that graced her cheeks as she continuously snuffed out and dusted the lives of innocents beneath her feet. She lamented strongly over her crimes, calling herself nothing but a true monster. Yet, amid all of the crimes she accumulated, there was a savior. Her sister, and then the people who welcomed her as their queen. With those uproarious cheers, her resolved was restored and she carried out her job as queen dutifully and flawlessly. So, there was a reason for this nostalgic feeling building up in her heart after all. It would be poor humor to call her a prophet, but she felt that this man was innocent, she couldn't put it a finger on it per say, but intuition told her that this man was only seeking redemption and a chance to make things right.

Deep in her heart, she believed that no matter what, everyone deserved a second chance. Even if their path was one of ruin and despair, and even if they caused a tragedy to befall others, if they were willing to work towards redemption, then they should be forgiven. Needless to say, that was exactly how she felt now. With her warm and welcoming arms, she encircled Dai's neck and then brought his head to her chest, sighing contentedly as she held him like a mother would hold their newborn child. "I was actually told to come here and interrogate you, to be perfectly honest....but, i had no intention of executing you. " She held him closely as her arms ran through the bangs of blood soaked hair, as she closed her eyes. "Like you, in my far distant past, i was a traitor. I killed and took the lives of innocent people without knowing what was wrong, or what was right, or what darkness was consuming me. I was a vile woman, and at the time, i truly deserved to have been put to death and a much more suitable queen who could control herself could take my place. Yet, i was forgiven. Those people who i harmed, cheered for me, calling my name and welcoming me, and everyone held me with warm arms and honest words. I found out one crucial thing that day....and do you wish to know what that is...?" She smiled and looked deeply within those red eyes.

"I learned what forgiveness was, and it felt wonderful. Even though these regrets never left me, there were people behind me that assured me that i could continue on and lead them to glory. There is not one man nor woman who has never committed one crime in their life, we are all sinners. But, it is because of these sins that we are who we are today. Some will let the sin take them over, and become true heartless beasts. While others, others will seek a new path and a new reason to live, a new reason to fight. Those tears...i can see that you wish to seek this new path. Probably, as you carried your life on leaving those people behind, not once did anyone tell you that they forgave you. So, let a complete stranger tell you. I, Misaiko Sugiura, Queen of this land, forgive you and all that you've done no matter the crime. If you, yourself are willing to move on, then break these bonds of despair that have been ensnaring you for so long. if you are not - then simply request for me to end your life with my blade right now. The path is up to you now. " So, then, what path would the young man choose? A new beginning, or a depressing ending?

Thu Dec 15, 2011 5:28 am

"Ah..." A soft gasp escaped from the man's throat; a motion of air brought about by the sudden push of Misaiko against him. Her scent assailed his nostrils, and he felt his head being pushed down into her chest. "I was actually told to come here and interrogate you, to be perfectly honest....but, i had no intention of executing you." So, his assumptions, they were incorrect? The man bit his lip slightly, swallowing back the thoughts of self-disgust that had risen up from his stomach, like a bile that would poison even the safest of minds. She had only come to interrogate him? Then... why had he thought... "Like you, in my far distant past, i was a traitor." Ah? He tried to look up at her, but felt that he was still in too deep to be able to move properly. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest, making noises in the back of his mind that resounded throughout his entire body. His eyes, previously blank and full of sorrow, were now gaining life once more. " I killed and took the lives of innocent people without knowing what was wrong, or what was right, or what darkness was consuming me. I was a vile woman, and at the time, i truly deserved to have been put to death and a much more suitable queen who could control herself could take my place." "That city... those humans..." He whispered softly, light words pressing against her chest as he did so. He regretted that with all his heart; he had destroyed them all without mercy, and all because he had lost something precious to him. His selfishness had brought it all crashing down for other people.

"Yet, i was forgiven." "Forgiveness..." Forgiveness, huh? That was a strange thing to consider. Dai had always forgiven people. He forgave Kameko for leaving, though he knew that he would never feel what he did for her once more. He forgave Gilgamesh for attacking him, no matter what reasoning he had. As a concept, he understood forgiveness perfectly. "Those people who i harmed, cheered for me, calling my name and welcoming me, and everyone held me with warm arms and honest words. I found out one crucial thing that day....and do you wish to know what that is...?" His head was raised, and his eyes met hers. He tried to look away, though he found himself entranced by the golden orbs of the Queen. "I..." "I learned what forgiveness was, and it felt wonderful." But he knew what... " Even though these regrets never left me, there were people behind me that assured me that i could continue on and lead them to glory. There is not one man nor woman who has never committed one crime in their life, we are all sinners." Yes, that much was true. He could understand that everyone who existed had sinned at one point in their lifetime. "But, it is because of these sins that we are who we are today." Tch, that was true. Because of those sins, he was this pathetic shell of a man. Because of those sins, he was simply travelling towards his death. "Some will let the sin take them over, and become true heartless beasts." "..." He almost felt it coiling within his body, and he swallowed back that illness that was ever-present because of it. True heartless beasts? Heh... "While others, others will seek a new path and a new reason to live, a new reason to fight. Those tears...i can see that you wish to seek this new path. Probably, as you carried your life on leaving those people behind, not once did anyone tell you that they forgave you."

He fell backwards at this point, landing on his knees and closing his eyes slightly, sniffling a little with the grief. "So, let a complete stranger tell you. I, Misaiko Sugiura, Queen of this land, forgive you and all that you've done no matter the crime." His shoulders started to move, small sobbing noises emanating from his broken lips. "If you, yourself are willing to move on, then break these bonds of despair that have been ensnaring you for so long." "..." "If you are not - then simply request for me to end your life with my blade right now." "..." "The path is up to you now." "..." The path was... up to him. Without realizing it, wet drops were hitting the floor, coming from the edges of Daigoro's eyes. He bit his lip, shaking his head as he did so. Forgiveness, all that... in all of his years, he had never been told that he was forgiven for his sins. "Can you... truly say that?" The words that left his throat were malicious, untrue, attempts at channeling it back into something that was not Daigoro. "I... have done things to people... that should never be forgiven..." The past is the past, but still... "I have had periods in my life where I wished that I could just end my life, there and then." He chuckled. "Even now, I am wholeheartedly tempted to accept your offer of a swift death. My name would be struck from the records, and I would be left as Daigoro Ito, the man who did nothing to change the world." His chuckle grew in size, evolving into a laugh. "But... it has proven difficult to kill me, time and time again." The hanging head raised itself up to meet Misaiko's eyes, cheeks wet with tears.

He couldn't see her face properly now, she was blurred by the water covering his eyes. "So... maybe I will... accept..." His laugh had died down, and all he could do was stare blankly at the woman. "In all honesty, I have given up on trying anymore. I had almost completely resigned myself to my fate; a fate where I would be taken away from this life and put to death. A peaceful life, instead of one that is shewn with conflict. However, I am that which is covered in the blood of others. Be it because of my attacking or my defending, I cannot say. Instead... I would like to ask..." A louder swallow, and his heart suddenly started pounding to the point of his thoughts being muffled. "Will you... allow me to serve your kingdom? I have nowhere left to go, nothing to protect, no person or group to call my own anymore... my morals have only served to lead me astray, and I cannot... I cannot go on anymore..." He needed an answer now. If he didn't get one, or if she refused, then he would need that death. That death would free him from the pain of living a life of regret. Even if she forgave him, nobody else would. If he heard them forgive him, then maybe... maybe he'd finally be at peace...

Wed Jul 18, 2012 12:42 am

The moment Daigoro asked that question, Misaiko was faced with a pivotal decision. Take in a complete stranger and allow him to serve under her, or to swiftly end his life and hope that his death would not weigh a heavy burden on her heart. Despite her background, Misaiko despised killing. To be more exact, she despised killing those who still had their entire life placed before them. To kill the young was an unforgiveable act that could absolutely not be condoned. Knowing this to be true in her heart, what decision would she choose?

Accepting a complete stranger into the kingdom would no doubt invite not only the laughter of other royals, but there was no guarantee that her other knights and soldiers would welcome him with open arms. In fact, it would be no lie to say that they would hold disdain for someone who should be a prisoner. These were the cons. The pros were; she would gain a new warrior under her rule; she would acquire a soldier who would fight beside her knights as a loyal warrior. And most of all, his death could be avoided. Deem it fickle, but she would rather not have the blood of a man whom she considered to be a misguided child stain her hands. She took a deep breath, exhaling deeply as she tapped her fingers across her cheek. Engrossed within her thoughts, she continued to formulate the correct decision that should be made.

In the end, the correct answer was clear. Even if trouble came with it, an unexplainable premonition told Misaiko that this decision is correct. However risky, it would surely bear fruit in the future. Accepting this prediction, she turned to Dai and spoke thus, “Know that by accepting you, I’m taking a big risk. There is no guarantee that things will go so nicely here even though we are a generous people. Since you ultimately arrived here as a prisoner, it will take my soldiers and knights time to accept you within their ranks. Nevertheless, something tells me that this decision is just. Therefore, “She raised her sheathed sacred towards the air.

In the next moment, she placed it against his head and said thus, “Daigoro Ito. From this day forward, you will serve me honorably as a knight. Know that if betrayal ever crosses your mind, I will make the swift death that you avoided an unmistakable reality. “Her words were cold, yet there was still kindness in them. A smile crossed her lips as she sighed. “Now that we’ve discussed this, follow me. “ The goddess of wind snapped her fingers as the soldiers walked towards Dai and released him from his bindings. In order to get him accustomed to his new path, the first thing she needed to do was get him accustomed to the castle’s inner-workings.

Thu Jul 26, 2012 12:28 am

MOTHER, I'M HERE

Tears brushed against the edges of his eyelashes, the man placing his hands onto the ground as water started to drip downwards. It had been a long time since he'd felt like this--the feeling of pure and utter grief and despair. For Daigoro Ito, this was a complete travesty. The man who was supposed to be completely absolute and stoic, completely in charge of his mind. Utterly stable and powerful--was on his knees crying in front of his woman. This was not him. This was not him! THIS WAS NOT HIM! Shaking with the motions, Daigoro Ito felt no remorse anymore--he felt the pain of the thousands that had fallen to his blade, but no remorse. Closing his eyes and shaking his head, he slowly looked back up towards Misaiko, the image of the Queen heavily blurred by the tears that welled up in his eyes.

They would never accept him. He was a Shinigami, one who had delved into madness and killed many. He was not even of their kind. It would be easy enough now. Ship him off to another place. Send him away, get rid of him completely. Either to the Gotei 13, or to the Kokuryuteshi. Either would be simple enough; he would go unto trial, lose quickly and then be sentenced to a quick and easy death. Gone. Forgotten. Get rid of him. Just do it. He almost wanted to shout it at her--his eyes showed a hidden and repressed disgust for the self that he hadn't felt since his bout with the King of Heroes, Gilgamesh. Seeing Kameko had brought it back, this just made it worse. "J...ust...--"

"Know that by accepting you, I’m taking a big risk." A-accepting? The male would blink, trying to focus on the woman's face. What did she mean? No, there was no way. He was an outcast! He had no place! "There is no guarantee that things will go so nicely here even though we are a generous people. Since you ultimately arrived here as a prisoner, it will take my soldiers and knights time to accept you within their ranks." At least he'd come willingly. But if they weren't to accept him, why would they let him stay? "Nevertheless, something tells me that this decision is just. Therefore," A sheathed weapon was raised into the air, Dai willing it to come down and strike him dead. Anything to remove this guilt.

And yet, it was instead placed against his head, softly. "Daigoro Ito. From this day forward, you will serve me honorably as a knight. Know that if betrayal ever crosses your mind, I will make the swift death that you avoided an unmistakable reality." He didn't smile. There was no sigh of relief. No sudden relaxation. Instead, he opened his mouth and spoke two cold words that would set him on the path to guide him forever. "I accept." Released from his bindings, the male slowly got to his feet, breathing out as he did so. His weapon reappeared upon his body, though he made no motion to touch it. Instead, he started to slowly follow the woman, closing his eyes and shaking his head in disbelief. He should have died. He really should ha--

"Misaiko Sugiura! I have you now!" Suddenly, from within the shadows, a figure came out, swinging a sword downwards at the head of the Queen. The weapon in his hands was large and hefty, and the man himself gave off a relatively powerful aura at the same time. The swordsman missed the woman, the heavy weapon crashing into the ground creating a shockwave upon collision. This bothered Dai; the man was obviously powerful in physical strength, and he didn't know what Misaiko's strengths were. However, he knew his own. Pushing forwards suddenly, he intercepted the next attack of the man, letting it collide against his body and stop completely. "Tch. This is nothing, especially compared to the projectiles from Gate of Babylon. You don't know how that feels." Suddenly pushing forwards, Dai used his own previous momentum to knock back the attacking opponent, reaching his arm out to the side and grinning as a weapon materalized within, and between his fingers.

Silver-and-blue, glowing with a white light, the weapon appeared to be strangely holy, and it was a wonderment as to exactly why it was in his possession, especially of all people. The Reborn Sword of Victory, Excalibur Galatine; Daigoro Ito's most prized possession among all things. "Weapon summoned. Excalibur Galatine. Commence battle!" Suddenly pushing forwards, the sword was brought out to the side and swung in a powerful arc towards the nameless being with the yellow mask that only showed his eyes. Each attack was strong, and would bring in more and more energy for release. However, he needed to time this one a lot better than his fight with Gilgamesh--if he were to release the full strength of Galatine in this building, it was likely that he would create an untold amount of destruction. Instead, he would make sure that it was within the body of this being. "G-get out of my way! I will kill this bitch!" Pushing forwards more and more, Daigoro continued to gather advantage, until the two became locked in swords. However, this would differ from the fight he had experienced previously, their eyes locking and Dai's own suddenly changing.

Misaiko would be behind this aggressor, Dai having turned him around in order to keep him stable. Yet Misaiko would be able to see his eyes--as long as she didn't release any energy then she would be fine. However, the aggressor, well. The eyes were crystalline, almost too flawless and perfect to be eyes. The pupils were different in shape to that of a normal human, and the color was no longer red, but a jewelled gold. The eyes with this unnatural beauty were locked into those of the other being. "Mystic Eyes of Petrification, active." With the sudden weight of the petrification on his energy, the being that tried to attack Misaiko suddenly found it difficult to move. Taking a few steps backwards and keeping their eyes locked, Daigoro suddenly lunged forwards with Galatine. Normally, this would be cause for a defense--yet the being could not bring his own weapon up fast enough; that was the curse of such a hefty blade. The piercing was quick, and as Galatine thrust itself into the chest of this enemy, a bright white light was released with the intensity of the moon itself, totally disintegrating him where he stood. The light faded and Daigoro stood up straight, letting his eyes fade to their normal red and the sword disappear. Strangely enough, a soft smile crossed his lips.

"Apologies for taking over like that. Where were we~?"

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Under normal circumstances, Misaiko would’ve easily been able to sense her assailant coming towards her, but she could not be entirely blamed. The Sugiura’s security was transcendent; nearly no one should be able to get through their corridors undetected. And yet... in a matter of moments, this young man known as Daigoro ito had subdued him using his warrior’s skills. Misaiko had to admit, she was impressed. From each movement of his body, the unusual color of his eyes that she caught only for a moment, and that sword that resembled another holy treasure she knew, Misaiko had to take a few moments to soak in everything that happened before her. Once she arrived back into reality, she walked towards where the foolish assailant once stood and nodded in amusement, allowing herself to regain the composure she had since the outset of this meeting.

Once she returned to normal, she said, “Ah, well, first I must show you where you’ll be living.” Guiding Dai to a free room, she opened the door and said, “You’ll find everything to your liking here. We have a good television, a small training room, and a comfy bed that could fit many people. If you are ever hungry, our chefs will prepare a meal for you at a moment’s notice. “As she basically gave him a tour of where he’d be living, Misaiko could not shake that sword she had seen earlier. Excalibur Galatine, was it? She curiously wondered what would happen if she told Arturia that there was another man with a holy sword that resembled hers…

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