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Post by Octavian O'Connor on Mar 2, 2016 1:19:40 GMT
Octavian let out soft breath, his entire form relaxing as he left the damned bathroom. The nightmares and guilt had been terrible, wreaking havoc on his emotions. The night had not started well for him, and he just wasn't feeling at all like his normal self.
"Maybe I'll just take the night off..." He walked back towards his bed, deciding whether or not it would be worth it when he spotted a gift on his pillow, probably from his beloved. He lifted the bronze short sword off the bed, turning it in his grasp as he tested it's weight. One moment it was an awkward short sword, the next a perfectly balanced for him scimitar.
'Thud' with its match, resting on the floor next to his feet. A look of confusion crossed his features as he lifted it as well, perfectly balanced for his off-hand.
"Uh Amy, I think you might want to see this." He called out over the sound of her far to warm shower as he looked over second blade, and twirled both in his hands. They were perfect, balanced, comfortable in his grasp, and they looked to be razor sharp.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 2, 2016 3:27:03 GMT
She turned off the shower when she heard his voice, calling to her from their bedroom. She waited a moment to see if he had anything else to say before getting out and drying off her slender frame. For once, she broke her Ventrue code, simply tying the towel around her before drying her hair.
Amy left the bathroom silently, stepping into their abode. The feel of power was almost overwhelming and made her gag, her body renching. The stench of brimstone reached her nostrils, but with her husband as inexperienced as he was, she didn't doubt that he couldn't pick it up.
With the door closed behind her, she leaned back on the wood, using it to keep herself upright. Fear flashed through her icy blue eyes at the sight of the sword and she hissed in a breath. The only word that managed to escape her tightening throat was a very strangled "Nul."
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Post by Octavian O'Connor on Mar 2, 2016 4:14:26 GMT
Octavian looked towards Amy alarmed, dropping the swords to the floor. He rushed over toward her, wrapping her in his warm embrace. "Amy, what's wrong?" He asked, running his hand down and through her hair. "What's going on?" There was a specifically panicked look in his eyes, had something happened to her?
Concern was very obvious on his face as he stood there holding her in his sweatpants. "Talk to me love, what's Nul?" He asked kissing the top of her head gently."What's going on?"
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 2, 2016 4:24:35 GMT
His arms wrapped around her, fingers in her hair, but her gaze remained focused on the swords that had clattered noisily against the ground. She didn't startle or jump, but her look of horror remained frozen upon her face.
"Where did you get those?" She whispered breathlessly, pointing at the weapons as if they were snakes that may attack.
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Post by Octavian O'Connor on Mar 2, 2016 4:45:23 GMT
He continued to hold her tucked safely against him as he responded. "It was just there, it was a bronze short sword. I thought it was a gift from you." He kissed her head again. "I picked it up and it changed into a scimitar, then two scimitars and I called you." He said softly. He was concerned for her, he'd never seen her act like like this before, and he was more than terrified for her.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 2, 2016 15:11:09 GMT
She closed her eyes, raising one bare hand to brush scarred fingertips across her forehead. She hated to think how she might feel if she were human, experiencing the soul deep fear that touched her. Raising her free hand to touch his cheek, she moved to walk around the bed, careful to avoid the swords, and sit on the edge.
Why did everything have to happen in HER city??
"That is the Sword of Nul," she murmured softly, continuing her light rubbing of her temple, as if she had a migraine. "Forged from the souls of the damned and the souls of the innocent, in hopes of destroying God himself."
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Post by Octavian O'Connor on Mar 2, 2016 15:18:57 GMT
He frowned a bit listening to her, his brows eyes closing as her fingers ran along his chin oh so comfortably. He continued to hold her as he pondered her words, breathing slowly while he examined the swords from a distance. "So... Why do I have them then? I'm not going to kill any gods..." He shook his head a bit not comprehending the reason he would have weapons like that. "I had no idea..." Words failed him, what was he supposed to do with weapons like that, better question, what WAS he going to do with a weapon designed to kill god?
"Any suggestions love?" He asked, pressing his lips to her temple, soft brown eyes focused on the weapons on their bedroom floor.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 2, 2016 15:28:39 GMT
She heaved a heavy sigh, looking tired despite her day of fitful sleep. Amy had the weight of the world on her shoulders, and before she put on the layers and layers of ruffles and petticoats, she was still just an eighteen year old girl. She looked up at her husband with icy eyes, lips pursing.
"When the previous master of the sword meets their final death, it returns to Hell to be guarded by a demon. It is the responsibility of said demon to find a new master for the weapon... so on, so forth." She leaned into Octavian ever so slightly, draping a delicate arm around his waist in effort to pull him closer to her. "So some demon thus deemed you worthy of the Sword of the God-killer."
What did he do with it? She hadn't the foggiest idea. She had thought to avoid the Artifacts of Nul for the entirety of her life, and for hundreds of years, she had been successful. Now, there was one lying in her bedroom.
"It is unaffected by the species or power of your opponent. It is unbreakable. With that sword, you could cut through Finn and his shield of madness, Nichiya and his bubble, and anything that believes itself to be invulnerable. I believe you could even attack Mister Vadia with no negative reprocussions."
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Post by Octavian O'Connor on Mar 2, 2016 20:41:30 GMT
Octavian leaned into Amy, enveloping her in his eternal summer warmth. Just being close to her, touching her had always brought him comfort and strength. He hoped she drew that same strength from him, even if he'd just accidentally acquired a weapon meant to kill gods.
"So a demon has found me worthy of a god destroying weapon." Octavian frowned in frustration, he couldn't fathom any reason why a demon would find him worthy or even possessing the desire to destroy a god. "Why would I kill a god..." His thoughts ticked over a few times and his mouth hardened into a straight line.
"So these weapons... They can help us win the war?" He asked, looking to the pair of scimitars on the floor before then. "What would you suggest Amy?" He knew a very large number of things he could do with the deadly weapons, some of them he might even enjoy if he thought about them too much. He couldn't trust his own judgement where the weapon was concerned, it was too far out of his area of expertise.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 2, 2016 21:13:18 GMT
She nodded thoughtfully, watching his gaze return to the swords now bound to him. If her heart had a beat, it would have skipped in her chest just by the sight and smell. She wished, and not for the first time, that her rainbow haired Scourge was still alive... Inuko would have been able to smell the swords and know, immediately, who had touched them and who had brought them here, to the husband of the Prince.
"Yes," she said softly. "Against these weapons, all are helpless. The Monsters stand no chance, even with their magic and souls... Should you wish it, you could even kill a demon residing within a host, possibly without killing the host itself."
Had it been anyone else, she may not have admitted to the power the blades held. Nul was not someone she would like to interact with. Rising from the bed, still keeping physical contact with her husband, she began to lead him to one of her bookshelves. These books never saw the eyes of another, aside from herself and her husband. She kept them hidden within the walls of her private quarter, past the halls of old books. She freed a thin, single volume bound in leather, and turned to Octavian.
"This once belonged to Mark Antony, husband of Cleopatra. It dictates Nul as the demon he is and mentions the sword. It should give you the information you need."
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Post by Octavian O'Connor on Mar 4, 2016 10:02:36 GMT
Octavian would take a hold of the book nodding quietly. He reached for the swords, lifting them and moving them out of the room and into the hall. He'd come back in closing the door behind him. "Do you mind if I take the night off love? I want to read this book and get my thoughts together." He asked, it wasn't that he couldn't perform his duties, it was more a matter of preference. He needed to think, needed to relax and get a grip on all the things that were happening in his life.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 4, 2016 16:30:50 GMT
"Go ahead," she whispered, watching as he plucked the swords from the floor. Her eyes darted between the dangerous bronze and the kind, open face of her husband. She knew he would not abuse the power that the demons had quite literally handed him.
She stood from her bed, moving to her closet where her most elegant dresses hung. "I have a few things I need to do tonight. Take your time and enjoy your privacy, my dearest love."
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