Hold My Hand Through the Night

Tue Jan 21, 2020 6:42 pm

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Atlas was making a special type of house call, he had sent missive to a particular tribe within the lands of Vastime for help. He required to see a healer of sorts, of a woman who was regarded among their clan. Minor nobles in their own right, who had a seat in the cortes but provided a unique service to the kingdom. Magic. Or something at least close to it. With the missing of his arm he needed to restore it, and perhaps they would have the answer.

So with that he excited out the car closing the door behind him, gazing at the village with a brief look of interest. He'd run a gloved hand down his uniform fixing any wrinkles, before redoubling his gaze back on the village, prepared to be greet or seek out the girl 'Arjana' as she was so called.

Tue Jan 21, 2020 8:43 pm

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While once before the village of Arjana's clan was quite rundown and primitive it had grown into the size of a small town with all kinds of modern conveniences that were previously not there. How much could happen over the course of a few years with stability and the everlooming threat of hollows and other tribes alike.

Despite their otherwise modern setting many of them still dressed traditionally but the odd person was wearing uniform. Arjana's little group liked to preserve their traditions but assist in the adjusting to the new ones of Vastime, so it wasn't like all these people didn't have uniforms or equipment.

With her family handling most affairs she was free to do as she pleased, a small offer of repayment for all the years she protected them from hollows. If she wasn't out and about in the wilderness for a few days she might've received warning about Atlas arriving but she did not and he would be kept entertained for about an hour before she showed up in a skirt and top that really only had the purpose of decency. She didn't like to feel constricted but she was also wearing a colourful cloak that concealed most of her.

"Hello sir, I'm sorry I am late. I've been out in the more remote areas of Vastime of late and was only told you were looking for me when I got back. I am Arjana Nzama. Nice to meet you."

She gave a small bow as both a formality and in an apology.

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Tue Jan 21, 2020 9:21 pm

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"It is quite fine, Ms.Nzama. I am the one intruding upon you, but I accept nonetheless."

The man would comment folding his arm diagonally on his chest, giving his own bow towards her in acceptance. Such was the traditions imparted upon him in Vastime, something he was happy to see this little town had grown to accept. There was always reports of other tribes having trouble adjusting, but as the years ticked on there had been something of a unique acceptance. He dared say this woman's tribe was one of the best to adjust so far.

With that being done he'd lean upwards standing at his full height. He was a mere six feet, four inches tall but still impressive none the less. His presence seemed to command a natural authority, and the hidden scars on his once pristine body told that. The electric blue eye, artificial in nature, and the normal brown one show'd his body wasn't purely organic. He was a man of means, who would not let disability define him.

"I must be blunt in this, but I require someone of unique talents. The war has taken from me much, and if I am to serve Vastime in my full capacity I require your aide." The man would lift a gloved hand to his bicep, gripping the remnants of his left arm. As he stared at her, the cold persona of Atlas lifted briefly. The fiery aura of the Warhound of Vastime took it's place, gazing upon her with the utmost belief and conviction.

"I require you to restore my arm, through whatever means needed. If you was to do this, I would owe you a great debt."

Yes, the Duke of Bellum and the highest ranked official par the royalty was asking for a favor.

"Give me the means to serve my nation, once more."

Tue Jan 21, 2020 9:35 pm

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She listened closely, her cloak occasionally shifting from the breeze or her own gentle change of posture. Against most of her fellow tribe members Arjana did stand out as being particular tall and large but she was able to keenly step aside when people tried to move past her to go about their work. All without losing her focus on Atlas and what he was saying.

"The restoration of your arm. I would've thought Vastime had means to fix that issue but I presume you do not want a prosthetic arm sir."

Arjana would wait for his answer before continuing, turning around and gesturing for him to follow her. Why did they have to stand in the middle of her village when she could give him a tour while they discussed the matter. Didn't that sound much more pleasant?

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Tue Jan 21, 2020 9:49 pm

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"Yes, I could perhaps get a robotic one. But I find myself already limited with my mechanical eye. If I wish to train my body, genuinely, I shall need flesh and bone."

The man would inform her, a mechanical one would provide unique benefits but they could only grow so strong. If there was one thing Atlas was certain of it was the ability of human growth. If he sought to be the stalwart hound of Vastime he would need to regain power he once had. He would need to go the extra distance, and perhaps in doing so restore some of his die hard attitude.

But he'd follow her his eyes taking in the quaint sight of the village. It was a nice change of pace from that of the capital city. He'd made some small talk .

"I must admit, much quieter than the capital city."

Tue Jan 21, 2020 10:03 pm

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"How right you are. I suppose I am something of a fix, dead things are in my domain of expertise."

She chuckled a little while she lead him around, there would just be the issue of somehow acquiring an arm. No wait, nevermind she had a few. Not in a creepy way. She was revered as an avatar of a local goddess, she was an avatar of death to her people even if that were not true. Some wished to serve her in death and requested their body be offered to her after they died.

Arjana did not like such thinking but she did not believe in disappointing them, for them it was just a way of repaying the protection she had granted them.

"It is quiet, very peaceful here. While I do like visiting the capital I find it very loud and difficult to hear the spirits of the land there. Out here it's much easier."

While they made small talk she was already trying to think of how to fix Atlas, it would be quite easy with her spiritual powers but she knew it would probably take a few days until his procedure was complete. Arjana's magic wasn't readily accessible and required set-up most of the time.

"Say, I am glad you like it here but pray tell, how long would you be able to stay for the procedure of restoring your arm."

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Tue Jan 21, 2020 10:12 pm

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"As long as it takes. I am a patient man. I have faced many obstacles prepared to hold a position until the ending of the world if required. While I hope there will not be a need to wait that long, you have me as long as you need."

A small smile came onto his lips, it was a mere joke but it show'd his conviction in this matter. If he had to remain within this village for days or weeks he would do so. It was a small price to pay in the event he could retrieve his arm once more. With a breath he'd look around taking in the sights once more.

"If I am to remain here, I will do whatever work you require of me. I do not like being idle."

Tue Jan 21, 2020 10:16 pm

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She nodded at that, happy he was so open with the amount of time he could spend. She presumed it would take a few days, maybe a few weeks even although that was all relative.

"Excellent, now tell me sir. Would you like to begin right now or enjoy some leisure first. I do not promise you'll have a lot of free time once we begin."

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Tue Jan 21, 2020 10:27 pm

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Atlas wanted to say for them to begin now, but something stopped him. As if he was missing a chance at something if he said for them to begin now. He did say he had the time to expend. So he'd simply chuckle, focusing his gaze upon her.

"What would leisure entail here? I must admit, I am a bit ignorant of the culture of your tribe. If I am to be taken and fully consumed by this endeavor, I think it could I immerse myself in the people, no?"

Tue Jan 21, 2020 10:37 pm

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"Aha, an wise decision sir. Not because there was anything wrong with starting immediately of course, but your willingness to engage with more remote areas of Vastime with such an open mind is quite a nice trait of character."

Arjana gave a small chuckle but was evidently pleased by his decision.

"Well, despite the many conveniences Vastime brought my tribe does tend to prefer doing things very old fashioned. We do not use much technological conveniences and spend most of the days working while the children play or help."

"I'm sure there would be a group of people engaging in sport towards the north of the village. I've been meaning to organise making a more proper grounds for sports and competitions but have not gotten around to it yet. We could tour the outskirts to hunt or watch animals, a nice drink together is not off the table either."

After a brief but thoughtful pause she continued.

"If leisure from sex is to your taste we do not discriminate, it is a particularly intimate way to get to know someone here and you're welcome to spend the afternoon with someone if you wish sir."[/i]

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