A Call to Office...?

Henrex - 11/08/2017
Called to office by the man himself. It was certainly a time to be nervous. As Henrex stared at the cap to his uniform, he inhaled deeply, before exhaling and sitting down in the chair. Sighing as he put the cap on his head, Henrex checked himself over one final time, before strapping his Zanpakuto to his side. Silently stepping out of his quarters in Vastime, before disappearing in a mixture of natural speed, Shunpo, as well as his body's muscles being boosted with electricity, Henrex was quick to arrive at the doorstep of the King's office. The male stepped inside, awaiting what the King had wished him here for.
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November 22, 2017
MorpheusDavol - 11/22/2017
When Henrex was asked to come inside the room he was greeted by a sigh which would shake even the most hardened Vastimian Soldiers. In the back of the room in front of a large desk stood five men in full Vastimian Knightly Harness. The armor in their glory was all a bit varied but they crackled with raw ethereal and mechanical power, lines dancing across the armor etched in unknown languages and designs. However each of them had on their hip some weapon of some sort, one having s sword which flames seemed to almost dance around the hilt. Each one of these men, as Henrex would know, was Knight Captains of a Knightly Order.

However, the one in the middle was a well-known man, one who armor he had seen so few times that some had forgotten it. In Shikai in front of him was Desmond Hayden himself, his armored hand resting on the hilt of his Zanpakatou. His maroon eyes barely able to be seen in the armored.

"Approach and kneel."

The booming voice of one of the men would command this of Henrex.

November 26, 2017
Henrex - 11/26/2017
The voice that echoed throughout the usually silent halls of the office of the King was something that caused even Henrex's will of fire to waver. It was something that sent subtle warning signs in his mind that something was off. Hence, Hayden would be able to notice Henrex's wavering, both in body and spirit. Goosebumps rippled down his back as the male reluctantly stepped forward, the skies grew dark, and thunder rumbling as a storm formed in the vicinity.

His eyes were quick to see the metal's glint in the shadows, his Cybermind's Night Vision activating and giving him the ability to see through this shade. A quiet exhale exited the lips of the Tempest as each step he took, he felt his thoughts swirl within his mind. Why was he called here? Why him, of all people? Henrex could feel his hand beginning to twitch as his brain rattled with the thoughts of such. Tucking the limb behind his back, Henrex soon did the next thing that was told of him. He knelt in front of the king, feeling the stares of the men around Hayden burning into him, along with the burning, overwhelming glare of the king himself.

Once more remaining silent, he bowed his head, now facing the ground as he closed his eyes, silently praying to the Shinto gods in this time of fear and anxiety.

There was no one else that he could call on for something like this.

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November 29, 2017
MorpheusDavol - 11/29/2017
When the male kneeled one of the men to his direct right would speak, a larger man than Hayden in size and voice but the overwhelming energy in the room was easily Hayden. From how long he had been around Hayden he could have a very in-depth feeling of Hayden's energy, his raw willpower. But Henrex had never truly seen the insurmountable amount of raw will he could exert in the world- it was like being trapped in an endless wave of water thrashing you around... yet caressing you softly. There was a warmth to it- a pride which provoked deep seeded emotions.

"Do you, Henrex Astillion, swear to enforce the lawful orders of Desmond Erasmus d'al Valerius Cunaris ae Hayden, maintaining the integrity and realm security while also obeying the orders of those placed above you, your superiors?"

The words boomed loudly as Hayden gloved hand removed his Zanpaktou, the energy which flowed across the blade crackled in the raw manifestation of lightning. As the blade rested less than micrometers from his exposed throat- he knew that his next few answers would be done at blade point. It was expected he would be able to still himself in the face of death like this- and answer a soldier of Vastime.

"Do you, Henrex Astillion, swear to protect the interests and the person of His Majesty, to serve this vital task so long as you have an arm to swing, a leg to stand upon, and eyes to see with?"

This time a different man spoke his voice not as booming more soft-spoken but hard and carried as much weight as the previous man. They would await his answer as Hayden silent held the blade to his throat, the tip of the blade almost pointing him.
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December 2, 2017
Henrex - 12/02/2017
It was a burning feeling that encompassed the area around him. It felt like a coursing river. At this thought, he remembered the phrase told to him so many years ago. Mizu no yōna nagare. Flow like water. Why now, of all times, did he remember something that had little connection?

Perhaps...

"Do you, Henrex Astillion, swear to enforce the lawful orders of Desmond Erasmus d'al Valerius Cunaris ae Hayden, maintaining the integrity and realm security while also obeying the orders of those placed above you, your superiors?"

"Yes." He replied, unmoved by the words that had been spoken to him.

It was a simple enough request that Henrex was more than happy to oblige to. Then, the glint of steel flashed from the shadows, the tip of his throat now being pressured by the kissaki of the weapon. Yet -- he didn't flinch in the slightest. He was a samurai and ninja. He would not be intimidated by such. He was not trained to be afraid. He was a warrior. It was not only that -- Henrex had faced death countless times -- he was not afraid to face it once more. He would face it a thousand times before he would be afraid of something so trivial.

Thus, his next words would not just be met through sound. The male's head tilted upwards, staring into the darkness as lightning flashed across his body, thunder roaring in the distance as the two storm user's powers were showcased. The male's eyes would meet the King's, and he would see the very same will of fire as the King's own. It was something that he believed they shared.

"As long as this heart of mine beats, I swear that I will fight and die under his command. His Majesty...is like a father to me." He said, a sense of pride burning in his throat. "He made me who I am today. I will always try and live up to his expectations, and make myself the best soldier I can be."

A tear slid down his cheek as he said his next lines:

"I failed the man I called my father so many years ago...I refuse to do it again. I don't care if my arms, legs, or eyes are taken. I will continue to protect his interests and person, even from the grave."
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December 16, 2017
MorpheusDavol - 12/16/2017
The men in the room despite the theatrics seemed to be pleased with his answers, this time one of the last men speaking. His voice was of a gravelly nature reflecting years of experience most likely an older gentleman it seemed. His armor was that of a very simple design, practical and clean in it's making.

"Do you, Henrex Astillion, swear to live a life clean of mind and body, to be an example to those who serve aside you and below you. Do you swear to serve honorably alongside your king?"
The man finished his voice as Hayden lifted the blade ever so slightly, the point mere micrometers from the tip of his Adam's apple. So far the man had not spoke but this darkened eyes bearing down upon the man. He'd await the final answer of Henrex.
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Henrex - 12/16/2017
"..."

-The male was silent as he thought of those words for a moment, his eyes turning to the ground, a new voice breaking the silence. His eyes moved back to their upward gaze, before closing slowly. Time seemed to pass a thousandfold slower as his mind allowed those words to swirl in his head, his heart pounding in his chest. His mind repeated it over and over, trying to figure out one thing -- what all of it meant.
For him, this could mean many things, but in this instance -- it was a question of alignment. Therefore, the male let the words continue to burn in his mind for a short time before his eyes opened once more.-

"Yes." He said cautiously.

'At least...I'll try my hardest.' The young man thought, hoping that what he was thinking would be the correct context.

Bowing his head and closing his eyes once more, he awaited the words of the King.
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December 19, 2017
MorpheusDavol - 12/19/2017
The king would pull back his sword from his neck before a quick thrust was made with the pommel of his blade, a sharp quick strike hard enough to leave a bruise but nothing more. The bruise would be located right on his heart as Hayden began to sheathe his sword looking at the male, an almost smile coming onto his face.

"Arise, a knight of the red. Let that be the last insult you allow to go unanswered."

The man known as Hayden would let the sword fall into the scabbard as he took a step back, a light in his eyes as he began to open his mouth to speak. However, he froze suddenly as his armor dispersed around his body as the light in his eyes turned into one of pain. The man would fall to his knees clutching his chest as a cry of pain erupted from his mouth.

The man would kneel over falling onto his side as his body jerked violently while clutching his chest. The men in the room where surprised only for a moment before they sprung into action rushing to their side as they called for Henrex.

"Boy, out!"

The soft-spoken man from earlier would kneel beside the king placing his hands on the chest of Hayden as a blue light began to emit from them. As Henrex was being ushered out the room he would see Hayden's face contorted into raw pain as he spasmed slightly.

December 20, 2017
Henrex - 12/20/2017
Pain registered into his neck within the faintest, causing him to flinch slightly. Otherwise, the male remained unmoved. A soft exhale came from him as he was told to rise And so, he did. The man rose to his feet, but there was still so many things that he was questioning. A knight of the red? What did that mean? What would happen now? All of these swirled violently in the tattered mind of the raven as he stood there, his head rising to look Hayden in the eye.

"Sir, I...s-sir?"

His eyes widened in shocked as he watched Hayden's body jolt, and collapse to the ground. Immediately taking action, Henrex's hands clasped together, forming the hand sign for the healing hands of Sha, quickly speaking as the mantra began to leave his lips.

"On hayabaishiramantaya sowaka."

But, before it could complete, the incantation was interrupted, with Henrex being pushed and pulled out of the room. Henrex struggled to get past them.

"No, I can help!" He yelled, writhing furiously as he reached out with his left hand, the Seal of Heroism glowing brilliantly in response to the aid that was needed.

"Hayden!" He called out, his eyes glimmering with fear as he continued to fight and struggle.
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MorpheusDavol - 12/20/2017
The man in front of Henrex the soft-spoken bookish one of the group would struggle with Henrex for a bit before he gripped the fabric of his shirt tightly. He'd jerk the man to look at him, his eyes gazing into the young man- a deep concern in his own but more than that he saw a dedication in them.

"The best thing you can do is to let the medics know their king requires them, believe me- this far outweighs all out expertise. Please. Your king needs you."

To invoke the eyes of the King by demanding his need of someone was regarded as the highest call of duty. So as the man stared Henrex in the eye, a pained scream escaped Hayden before he finally went Limp as two of the men pushed past Henrex carrying the limp form of Hayden down the hallway in a rush to the medical bay. They took great care to try to avoid people moving at blinding speed, weather Henrex went ahead of them to inform the medics or not.

As Hayden carried form passed Henrex he would see a distinct lack of movement on his part, whatever the malady he was affected by completely having overtaken him now.
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January 8, 2018
Henrex - 01/08/2018
It took every ounce of restraint to not continue to fight. He knew that he could help Hayden, but they weren't letting him. Kyoki urged him on, promoting those thoughts -- but he pushed them down. His face turned crestfallen as he nodded once, before disappearing in a flash of speed.
Henrex hated himself as he zipped ahead, a sheathed weapon held firmly in his left hand. It would have to wait for another time before he was able to give him Aerasanya. Perhaps next time, it would be a more appropriate time, and there would be time for him to be able to give him the creation that he poured his soul into. Clutching the weapon to his chest for a moment, the male soon halted, informing the medics regretfully, before waiting for what would happen next.

His heart torn with worry and grief, the male could only do just that -- wait.
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