Holly chuckles and stretches a little bit, "Most of the stories are supposedly based on actual events in a particular angel's life, such as my involvement in the battle of Du'throck. Naturally many liberties are taken, but just enough of the truth remains to make it surreal and intriguing. It's like watching people I knew and events I experienced through a broken funhouse mirror that shows a universe where everyone is perfectly pure or irredeemably evil. Where no angel has ever overstepped their bounds and the causes we fight for are always just. It's as amusing as it is unreal. When they tell of my involvement in Du'throck, they talk of how I slew the mad warlord, Ralark. What they don't tell you is how the king I fought with was a coward who attempted to re-institute slavery after I saved his oily hide. It's both darkly humorous and a strange journey."
"Sorry for for lecturing you, Roar," Holly says while working old kinks out of her muscles, "I just never get to talk about much other than strategy and ethics."
Isaure, after what must have been thirty minutes to an hour of not actually recognizing that her helmet was on, suddenly realized her helmet was on as soon as she reached space.
She took a moment to undo the seals and lift her helmet off, her face showing through, and her hair - too long to fit into the helmet - fell out.
How did it fit into the helmet? Magic, of course!
Isaure took a moment to look out of her room's viewport, provided there was one in the first place. If not, she headed outside to find a viewport. It's not every day that one went to space, after all.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp.""No, no" Dahpne answered to Becca. "I don't need it, this magical dissonance shit is temporary. Thanks for your thoughts anyway."
When it finally subsided, Daphne sit right back up, rubbing her forehead to quicken the ease of the pain in her temple. "Okay," She started asking while standing up slowly and grabbing her medical bag. "Before we get off this planet, I need to find the medical bay, I need to check out a few things, do a few prayers, basic nursing stuff, wanna help find that sodding room?"
http://www.last.fm/user/sgtpendulum Yo, check out what I'm listening, it'll be heat, brah :^)After a moment, Simon lets out a chuckle and lays back in his bunk. "The Chapel could never afford to put acolytes in anything... new. Sometimes I could have sworn I was in a helicopter that was held together entirely by duct tape." He lets another nervous chuckle loose and tries to relax. "As you can imagine, no matter how much better the field aircraft were than the training craft, I still preferred driving."
Simon groans at the question. He barely knew himself, so he gives her the best answer he has. "Not so much that I signed up as my chaplain volunteered me for it. I guess they wanted to ensure that Aetherium has a presence on this mission." He shrugs and stares at a corner of the bunk, imagining that the act is burning a hole in Lord High Inquisitor Janus' head. "Why they chose me, only the gods know."
At that, he shrugs. "I'm a foundling. Haven't got one beyond the Inquisition." After a rather long, awkward pause, he turns the question around. "What about you? What are you chasing, and what are you leaving?" It's not that he's touchy about being an orphan, which he's not. It's just that he doesn't like it when people start apologizing for it, like they think he takes offense.
Holly waves her hand dismissively, "Well there are far more than one author to begin with; I don't think I could force them all to stop if I wanted to. Not only that, but in most places our historical exploits fall in the public domain so retellings are perfectly legal.I could argue that point, and I wouldn't be the first to do so, but I have greater concerns. It certainly helps that a fair number of them are rather endearing. Though that's not to say I haven't been tempted before. Particularly when I come across a, and I use this term loosely, romantic tale."
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Sleep? Sleep?! Sleep is for the weak!Simon nods understandingly. He's seen this sort of thing before, and in this case, he knows there's only one thing he can do. He puts a hand on her shoulder, and utters the words, "I absolve you." Another warm light shines between the two, and the room is filled with a sense of comfort and understanding.

"Simon, Do as I do", Cassie orders. She takes a deep breath, then another."Remember to breath and relax", She add.
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