The Knight returned to her office once more. It was now late and she looked forward to some rest after the events of the day. Her armor would be repaired by noon the next day and in the meantime she would be able to follow-up on other leads.
Wearing the white dress she was now used to being seen in, she sat down. Opening the drawer below her she produced half a bottle of wine and a glass. It was odd, she had never been one to drink before - but this seemed to help her relax on those longer nights. Pouring a glass she returned the bottle to the drawer and closed it.
She leaned back in the chair while sipping it, then eyed that folder on her desk once again. Everything was falling into place, it seemed. She had met with each of her 'fallen' comrades and said her piece. Her words had been chosen carefully for each one of them, telling them what she thought they needed to hear.
Kage Kiryuu - so eager to fall in line, follow, cast aside his own convictions for the perceived good of others.
"Of the two of us, Ser Kiryuu, I am not an admitted murderer..."
She had called his conscience into question in the hopes he would remember his oath and begin to lead his own life rather than the one others chose for him.
Natalie McBeef - headstrong, arrogant, yet dim-witted. She did what she wanted without worry of the consequences to her own actions.
"Twice have I stepped in to assist you now. I hope you see where my loyalties lie."
"Think carefully on what color you wish your armor to be in the future...Ser McBeef"
She had called her honor into question in the hopes Natalie would understand that victory need not come at such a high cost to others.
Roen Deneith - Kind, gentle, but perhaps too soft. She was dragged through the hells, but could she return from them?
"You are surrounded by those who seem to know what is best for you. The question is, do YOU know what is best for you?"
She had called her convictions into question in the hopes that the girl would remember who and what she is, to rise above the dark cloud cast over her life.
Ah, Ser Deneith. She was still the enigma of the three. Enough time had passed since her ordeal, she should be ready to move on now. But Coatleque knew far too well that the scars would remain her entire life.
"You make me remember why I wore that armor..."
"And you make me remember why I still do..."
Yes, she may yet pull through this after all.
Coatleque placed the empty glass on her desk. Its effects were just starting to be known. She stood and stretched, ready to retire for the night. She took the envelope and was about to lock it away for safety when she heard Jenlyns's voice over the official channel...
"Ser Crofte? My office, now please."
She blinked. What had happened now? At this hour? Shaking her head she decided to make this an opportunity instead...
"Aye, Ser!", she replied.
Tucking the parcel under one arm, she left the room and locked the door.
Wearing the white dress she was now used to being seen in, she sat down. Opening the drawer below her she produced half a bottle of wine and a glass. It was odd, she had never been one to drink before - but this seemed to help her relax on those longer nights. Pouring a glass she returned the bottle to the drawer and closed it.
She leaned back in the chair while sipping it, then eyed that folder on her desk once again. Everything was falling into place, it seemed. She had met with each of her 'fallen' comrades and said her piece. Her words had been chosen carefully for each one of them, telling them what she thought they needed to hear.
Kage Kiryuu - so eager to fall in line, follow, cast aside his own convictions for the perceived good of others.
"Of the two of us, Ser Kiryuu, I am not an admitted murderer..."
She had called his conscience into question in the hopes he would remember his oath and begin to lead his own life rather than the one others chose for him.
Natalie McBeef - headstrong, arrogant, yet dim-witted. She did what she wanted without worry of the consequences to her own actions.
"Twice have I stepped in to assist you now. I hope you see where my loyalties lie."
"Think carefully on what color you wish your armor to be in the future...Ser McBeef"
She had called her honor into question in the hopes Natalie would understand that victory need not come at such a high cost to others.
Roen Deneith - Kind, gentle, but perhaps too soft. She was dragged through the hells, but could she return from them?
"You are surrounded by those who seem to know what is best for you. The question is, do YOU know what is best for you?"
She had called her convictions into question in the hopes that the girl would remember who and what she is, to rise above the dark cloud cast over her life.
Ah, Ser Deneith. She was still the enigma of the three. Enough time had passed since her ordeal, she should be ready to move on now. But Coatleque knew far too well that the scars would remain her entire life.
"You make me remember why I wore that armor..."
"And you make me remember why I still do..."
Yes, she may yet pull through this after all.
Coatleque placed the empty glass on her desk. Its effects were just starting to be known. She stood and stretched, ready to retire for the night. She took the envelope and was about to lock it away for safety when she heard Jenlyns's voice over the official channel...
"Ser Crofte? My office, now please."
She blinked. What had happened now? At this hour? Shaking her head she decided to make this an opportunity instead...
"Aye, Ser!", she replied.
Tucking the parcel under one arm, she left the room and locked the door.
