109th Devotion: Survival at Any Cost

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[Solomon stumbles backwards to press his back against the wall of a nearby building, his usual calm splintering as he takes in his surroundings. His eyes dart around in a bewildered panic and his hands instinctively reach for something that should be at his side but isn't. The chevalier's voice is hushed, his breathing coming quick as he utters a flurry of words not meant to be heard by anyone in particular.]

No no no no no! Where is it? What happened?!



[ooc: Solomon's memories have faded to the point where he isn't remembering the City or even any of his life as a Chevalier (Chiropteran), which brings him back to when he was last human... Lovely World War 1. The Great War. The War to End All Wars~. ^^ *Down Memory Lane event + grab bag 'Y am I the Last Man Standing?' for the win! \o/]

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[private voice]

[jiyuna_togabito]

Misplaced something, Doctor?

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[axeofoath]

I-is something wrong? Are you all right?

[private voice]

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

[He freezes, eyes shifting to see where the voice's owner might be hiding.]

Who is this... Identify yourself!

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[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

A-another? Are you a civlian? Who are you? Show yourself...

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[axeofoath]

Oh? Ah--Y-you must be new, I take it? You can see me if you look at the little device nearby!

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[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Device? What device?

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[axeofoath]

I'm not entirely certain how to describe it; however, there should be a small--ah, box, I suppose. Is it on you?

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[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

[Solomon feels about his person, his expression growing more concerned as he realizes other things are missing too. But not coming up with any 'box' of any sorts, he turns his attention the the charred ground at his feet. Finding the small box, he kneels down to examine it more closely.]

Amazing... what is this?

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[axeofoath]

There, that's it! It's a...[Honestly, he still doesn't know, so he goes with the explanation that makes the most sense to him.] It's a magic device for communicating. We can speak any time, no matter how far apart.

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[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Magic? Come now... I'm not some remote primitive.

[He scoffs slightly, but flips the device over in his hands looking for the wires and antenna that should come with any field telephone.]

You never did identify yourself...

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[axeofoath]

Primitive? You certainly are if you haven't heard of magic.

[He frowns slightly, but introducing himself would be the polite thing to do.]

Very well--My name is Gremio. May I know who you are?

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[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Oh! You're Italian! I'm glad to hear that... I was afraid you were with the other side. I admit, I'm very impressed. I had no idea that your country had such technology.

My name is Solomon...

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[axeofoath]

Eh? I'm--W-well, it's nice to meet you, Solomon...However--I beg your pardon?

[toobad-sosad.livejournal.com]

Solomon! What is wrong?

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

A woman, in this?

[He pushes away from the wall, eyes searching over the ruins of the once intact city for her.]

Who's there?

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[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Wait... my God, is that what happened? Did your people do this?

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[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Is... is it over? Did we win?

Is this winning?

[private voice]

[jiyuna_togabito]

[His memories are deteriorating even more.]

I see you don't even recall who I am now. Very well. It's Aion. I suppose you could say we're business colleagues.

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[axeofoath]

M-my people...? They are not-

A-ah, have you perhaps come from a war? Please do not worry, there are no battles taking place here.

[bill-to-sis.livejournal.com]

[She recognizes that look. Seen it a dozen times at least and always at the most inopportune of times. It always lead to someone getting their head shot off.]

Quiet! You're not helping yourself if you panic.

[Sharp, quick, authoritative. Hopefully that got through to him.]

[toobad-sosad.livejournal.com]

It is Marishka.

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

... Marishka? Mam'selle, we... know each other? You shouldn't be here. It isn't safe...

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[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

It... it's over then? Did we win? Please, you must tell me.

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[axeofoath]

My apologies, but I'm afraid I don't know.

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

... what?

[His voice stays lowered, and he peers intently down at the device in his hands, only momentarily glancing around to make certain that there's no immediate danger.]

Right, right... [He takes a few deep breaths to help him focus.]

Madam, where are all the men?