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EVENT | LANDFALL | EVIDET

Characters: ALL!
Date: January 28th to February 11th
Location: Evidet
Situation: Tu Vishan has washed up near the coastal city of Khatronma.
Warnings/Rating: Add warnings as needed.

The suddenness of the looming cliffs takes even the kedan by surprise, in spite of a number of them trying to plot their course with as much knowledge of the ocean’s currents as they already had. Tu Vishan makes landfall without any of the grace shown in previous times, bumping into the cliffs before finally coming to rest on the reef and rocks at the low tide around Khatronma.

Most of Khatronma's shores consist of steep iced cliffs, and once it becomes clear there is no threat, the residents of Khatronma oblige by establishing scaffolding across from the walls of their city to the turtle’s back. A customs area is quickly set apart, and the residents of Keeliai welcomed -- with some slight confusion. The Khatronmans are just as surprised by the unexpected docking as the kedan.

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The laces pulled quickly, he didn't have a jacket so he went to step out of the room now. Knee high boots, simple pants and a tunic shirt. It is what he wears most when not in his armor. Its what he was wearing under the armor and the blood stains were gone when he awoke so he is pleased by it. A simple look but nice.

"Then I am ready at your command." He cant help but give a half smile, he's been bored this is at least exciting.

She smiled at him, amused by his choice of words.

"Then let's go."

She led the way through the streets, across the scaffolding, through customs and into the city of Khatronma. While she was patient despite the persistent tug in her chest, now that they were in the city, she moved with haste, almost as if she knew where she was going. She checked back every once in awhile to see if Nelo was still following.

"Sorry," She said when she realized that she hadn't said a single thing the whole time she'd been leading him through the strange city. "I'm not entirely certain where we're going, but we seem to be getting closer."

Nelo followed after with no complaint about the mystery of it all. He did randomly stop looking at something or other, but always caught back up.

"Don't apologize. It is perfectly fine." He was fascinated by everything but he kept it drawn in like he would under order. Least he wander off.

"Are you tracking someone?" Maybe he should have gotten one of those cheap knives Dante had bought him. Too late though.

Valdis paused, resisting the pull in favor of answering Nelo's question.

"I'm not sure," She admitted, "It's hard to explain, but something is calling me and I feel that I must answer."

Never mind that it felt similar to the summons of her pack, she knew that they were not around. Never mind that it sounded crazy or could be dangerous. It was a strange desire that she couldn't deny now that she had begun to chase it.

"Let's not keep it waiting then." He spoke committed to the task, that was a good enough answer for him, so he moves to follow her still. The land was still fascinating so his eyes travel freely between her and the land so not to lose track or miss anything.

The scrap piles loomed large, filled with pieces of metal and broken items. Rich salvage for the kedan, but whatever had brought her here was no scrap. She moved among the piles, her eyes roaming, searching for anything that could explain the unbalance she felt inside.

A flash of pale silvery-gold caught the light and she paused, turning her head to observe the scrap heap more closely. Jagged, sharp metal pointed out of the pile, rusted, barely worth looking over, but the glint of gold drew her closer.

She reached out and pushed aside a piece of rusted sheet metal so that she could see the object more closely. The blade looked dull, but with some polish and sharpening it could do it's job once again. She reached out to take the hilt, but as her fingers closed around it, the sword began to glow.

The Black Angel just followed along. Idly wondering if some of that metal could fetch a price. He wanted to make his own way after all. He was looking over some of the metal when he heard her move a bit. He turned in time to see the sword glow. His red eyes looked fascinated as he moved closer.

"It needs a bit of love, but a fine blade indeed." Of course he just meant in look.

Valdis stared at the sword as the glow spread down the blade and almost didn't hear Nelo speak. "This isn't just some random blade."

She felt a surge in her own soul as the Angelic magic protecting it burned away at the Void. The blade began to shift in her hand as she pulled it from the pile, glowing brighter and brighter in response to the magic that it felt she possessed. Then the glow faded and the sword shone bright golden in the sun, it's keen edge razor sharp and the red jewel in its hilt continued to pulse with light. The blade was without equal in it's craftsmanship.

"This is Revelations," She looked from the sword to Nelo, "This is the sword that restored my soul."

He watched as she lifted the blade, those red eyes were full of curiosity as he watched the way the sword reacted to her. The rest of the world did not matter in that second. Nothing was as facinating as what was happening with the sword. It was beautiful, the sword, more then he could think of any sword he had laid eyes on before this moment. Mainly, because he can not remember Yamato. He would disagree if he could remember his birthright.

"You lacked a soul?" He knew only what he had been told, that and if she had told him more he had been in a state of stress so he may have lost it. "It does not look like any sword I have seen before." If it was holy it would hurt him if he touched it. Thanks Mundus.

"Few people here know what I was before," She replied, still mesmerized by the sword, "But my kind do not possess souls of their own." She stood, still holding the sword, wondering why she could touch it. "The archangel who wielded Revelations told me that the angels designed it to be able to destroy my kind."

She began to move the sword through different stances, as if she was facing an opponent. It was light and balanced, easy to handle if one had the skill.

"But instead of destroying me, the blade pulled my soul from the Void, reassembled it and has since protected it from my darker powers."

She paused, allowing the point of the blade to tip downwards as she lowered her arm, "Or at least so says the Archangel. By all rights I shouldn't even be able to touch the blade." She changed hands to touch the blade experimentally and accidently cut her hand on the sharp edge. Blood welled up out of the cut and began to slowly drip to the ground and Valdis looked at it, a mixture of awe and confusion on her face as the cut didn't begin to heal.

"Interesting."

"Which means it is a holy item, I wonder why you can hold it." Which means no touching for this demon, he knows what that does to him. Having mirrored her question more in a rhetorical means. Unsure why or what that meant. Maybe she is much more then he suspected. Curiously pondering how the sword would hold up to the zweihänder sitting in his room.Would Revelations cut right through the demon blade? He wasn't sure he wanted to test that but he did wonder.

"You are a warrior as well." He spoke, noting the change in stance no amateur would be able to hold a sword and look that natural with it. "This must be what was calling you." He was impressed to say the least, watching the blood drip he didnt step forward, merely watched.

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"Perhaps it recognizes its own power," She replied, watching the blood continue to drip, fascinated by the lack of healing. She had needed a weapon, and Revelations seemed to have chosen her as its master.

"I have fought in many battles," She replied, slipping the sword into her belt, she would have to acquire a proper sheath for it later. "But none as terrible as the one in which the Archangel wielded Revelations against me."

"That would make a bit of sense. A blade of power would recognize its own ablities." He spoke as he turned now to look around again once she slipped the sword into her belt. He paid no mind to her blood because he figured it would heal or she would handle it. "I wonder if any of this metal could fetch a good price."

It seemed to him the big reason for being here was done, maybe a profit could be turned if possible. If not he was fine with that too. There are days he hates being at his new found brother's care. He feels he should be able to provide for himself... except he's been worried since he got ripped off.

"Though, before it slips my mind, I would like to heal of this battle."

Valdis nodded, her concern rising as the wound still refused to close. She called upon her power, trying to force the healing, but while she felt the power move, it seemed to hit a barrier and recoiled. She sighed, this could be a problem.

"It seems that my power is not entirely compatible with that of Revelations." She said quietly. She turned to Nelo when he mentioned battle, a frown on her face.

"What do you mean?"

Nelo Angelo looked back at her as she Inquired on his question. "The battle with the archangel. I would like to hear the story sometime." Yeah, he said heal before but he didn't realize that.

For some reason, Valdis' mood brightened at the thought of sharing the story with someone who might understand, someone who wouldn't judge what she had been and perhaps even appreciate the power she wielded instead of fearing and hating it.

"I would love to share it," She replied, "But perhaps not here. Maybe once we get back to the Midnight Hotel."

"That sounds most agreeable. When we get back, maybe over tea?" He likes tea he had discovered ages ago. Granted, Vergil is a snob about tea so that was Vergil shining through.

"So, again, do you think if we took any of this metal we could turn a profit of it?"

Valdis nodded, though she wondered how much detail she should put into the story, not even Wan knew everything and he knew more than most people.

"I'm certain that the Kedan would love to get their hands on some of this," she replied, "But don't take too much, we are guests here and don't want to offend our hosts."

"It would be nice to be able to take care of my own needs opposed to being a burden on my brother." Yes he has taken to calling Dante that, it seems to make Dante happy and he owes the man so much. "Not too much... Alright." He moved to look about. Something that might fetch a price but not be too much.

"I promise to not take long, I do wish to hear this story." he really did, he could use something exciting.

She couldn't help but smile when he called Dante his 'brother' and she nodded in understanding, "Meet back here in a hour?"

She planned on scavenging a bit as well.

"Then we can go back together."

"That works perfectly well for me I will likely be here waiting. And if your not against it, would you mind accompanying me when I do try to sell it?" He is worried about getting ripped off again. "Money is fairly new to me." He didnt get paid for his services for Mundus. He never really had to pay for anything in his years brainwashed.

He smiled a little, todays gonna be nice.

"Of course," She agreed, moving off to find another pile, "See you then."

He will take his time looking for scrap that looks both in mostly good shape and heavy. He has the strength he figures weight beats quanity in this situation. But when the hour passes, his hands are dirty along with the poor tan tunic shirt but he is waiting as promised with the small pile of metal waiting.

Valdis returned, carrying a small bundle of her own treasures and wordlessly handed Nelo a small bag to put his scraps in.

"We should get back before Dante wonders where you've wandered off to." She said.

He nodded a thanks, taking the bag to put the scraps in, still keeping the bag in both hands since he picked heavier bits instead of bigger pieces of metal.

"I would hope he wouldn't worry. I am quite capable of caring for myself." He spoke in his normal tone. "shall we be off then?"

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