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The forest is quiet, and almost trackless - who needs a trail, after all, when the only person who ever passes this way is a single flesh eater, coming and going from the tower in the distance?
(But this story does not begin with Kratos Aurion was a blade.)
It begins, instead, with two blades in a remote forest, the same way another one ended, in the distant past. A blade of justice, and a flesh eater driver, seeking audience with the Aegis who is rumored to reside in the tower. And the story starts, just as the other ended, before they ever reach the tower.
Ether flows through the air - light-aspected, with hints of water and wind - and converges on a point. The crystalline structure doesn't look so different from the trees and underbrush that surround it, save for the fact that it glows white with a brilliance that's visible even in the direct light of the sun.
(The last story began, Van Grants was a blade.)
(It was not a happy story.)
Near the 'roots' of the tree, there is another core crystal to be found. Although it seems broken, it pulses with a dull red glow, indicative of the blade inside being ready (perhaps more than ready) to manifest again. Equally clearly, it has not been disturbed in a very long time - only the glow separates it visually from the natural stones around it, moss and dirt breaking up the too-square outline.
To those who can sense ether, however, it is practically a beacon. And to those who can see the threads of fate...
(This isn't the story of the Aegis. But there's a thread tied here, nonetheless, that hasn't disappeared.)
(But this story does not begin with Kratos Aurion was a blade.)
It begins, instead, with two blades in a remote forest, the same way another one ended, in the distant past. A blade of justice, and a flesh eater driver, seeking audience with the Aegis who is rumored to reside in the tower. And the story starts, just as the other ended, before they ever reach the tower.
Ether flows through the air - light-aspected, with hints of water and wind - and converges on a point. The crystalline structure doesn't look so different from the trees and underbrush that surround it, save for the fact that it glows white with a brilliance that's visible even in the direct light of the sun.
(The last story began, Van Grants was a blade.)
(It was not a happy story.)
Near the 'roots' of the tree, there is another core crystal to be found. Although it seems broken, it pulses with a dull red glow, indicative of the blade inside being ready (perhaps more than ready) to manifest again. Equally clearly, it has not been disturbed in a very long time - only the glow separates it visually from the natural stones around it, moss and dirt breaking up the too-square outline.
To those who can sense ether, however, it is practically a beacon. And to those who can see the threads of fate...
(This isn't the story of the Aegis. But there's a thread tied here, nonetheless, that hasn't disappeared.)
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She'd been around when her siblings had first resonated with their drivers, but watching that is different from feeling it. The way the blade's ether (what element is that?) hooks into first Jade's, then her own, the resonance shifting to accommodate them, is something she's not sure she could describe to someone else. But's not until he takes form (and okay, everything about that had been weird; she'd thought for a moment that maybe normal blades just looked like that on awakening, except for the part where Jade's side of the emotional bleed hadn't felt like he knew what was going on any more than she did) that things get--
Mythra's never really had to worry about protecting her driver from physical threats - watching his back in a fight, sure, but Jade's more than capable of taking care of himself. Still, the way the emotional bleed feels for that moment, before it's pulled back out of reach, sets her on edge, has her wedging herself into the space between Jade and this new blade protectively. Just in case.
What he says, then, is more confusing than threatening.
"Do you... know him?" she asks, with an uncertain glance back at Jade just in case he knows how the fuck that's possible. This can't be an Aegis, right? Sure, they're close to the tower, and one of them has been missing-presumed-dead for hundreds of years, but... How else would this blade remember?
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Instead Jade has to deal with this blade that appears to recognize him, for some Architect-forsaken reason. The blade doesn't look happy, either. Did he murder this one, too?
"Not that I'm aware of," Jade answers Mythra, sharp, as he kills the sickness that bubbles up in his throat and stashes it away out of reach. No matter how many times it happens, he still hates it more and more when someone recognizes him and he can't remember them. The emotion bleed hasn't felt this tight and sick since--
Well. Best not think about that pathetic excuse of a driver.
"Have we met?" Jade asks of his new blade. "Because I certainly don't have the pleasure of remembering such a meeting, as you appear to."
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(Malkuth would surely have allowed him to continue keeping a journal, but who knows how long it's been since then. How many lifetimes? Many, he can just guess, with his gut.)
"...Once," he says carefully, warily still. Ether flickers along the resonance, almost probing, but the initial near violent suspicion has at least died back to something more normal.
But it rankles his sense of fairness, to keep it hidden. Dark blades are still just, just not in the straightforward way that light blades are.
"You offered me a way out of a bad situation with my last driver, and I didn't take you up on it," he continues. A pause, and then -
(Ice is a new kind of truth, hard and cold and almost sterile. He finds he can trust it more easily than light.)
"...Considering that my last driver was also a flesh eater, it's the main reason I didn't gut you where you stand."
Could he have taken Jade of the Crimson Snow? With the element of surprise like that, probably. "Immediately attacking their new driver" is not something anyone would expect a blade to do, and Jade is still close enough to him, even with the other blade in the way, that he wouldn't have had to move much.
And now that Jade is forewarned, the chance that he would win has plummeted nearly to zero, and he knows it. All he can hope is that the blade that offered him a way out of Van's hands, and seemed to respect him all the more for not taking it, is still the same man at his core.
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He loosens his chokehold on the emotion bleed, though he still doesn't feel great, and adjusts his glasses. For all the reasons he's been recognized, though, he supposes this is perhaps the most favorable one.
"I must have left quite an impression on you," Jade comments, lightly, as if the situation this blade has just described could do anything but. Jade's pretty sure if he would be unlikely to forget someone who offered him an out. (There's a reason he's held onto the note Galea wrote him, about flesh eaters, even though he definitely doesn't need it anymore.) "After all, if I'd been you, I likely wouldn't have hesitated."
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"He hasn't changed," she tells him, and a hint of something reassuring sneaks its way into the emotional bleed. For Jade? This new blade? She's not really sure, but. It's not like anyone in this resonance can fault him for being on edge, if his last driver had been bad enough for Jade to offer that.
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Like hell is he going to explain right now, though. His blade may protest that Jade hasn't changed, but Asch is too suspicious by nature (even if his intuition must agree with her, if he accepted the resonance in the first place).
Wait and watch and then judge. That's the smart thing to do.
He sighs, then flicks his attention directly to Mythra. "Assuming Jade needs no further introduction... Asch. And you are?"
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"Mythra," she says, with a little half wave. "It's... nice to meet you." Even if these are some of the strangest circumstances she can think of to meet anyone under! At least things are a little less tense.
And then, because there are a lot of questions about those circumstances she has the tact not to ask right away but they're still burning at her core, she picks one of the probably-safer ones and asks, "Hey, that thing we found you under... you don't know anything about what it is, do you?"
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As Asch turns to regard the 'tree,' something other than suspicion and wariness finally creeps into the emotional bleed from him - confusion, at first, and then a mild but growing wonder. There's still something bitter and angry buried at the bottom. Outwardly, Asch regards it with a curious eye, but inwardly, there's another of those quiet almost-pings, likely beneath Jade's notice but Foresight a different story.
Asch trails his hand through the air around the crystalline tree, not bothering to hide his own careful manipulation of the light ether leaving a glowing afterimage of the tips of his fingers. Being in resonance makes it pretty hard to hide what his aspectation actually is, if either of them cares to look, and Jade certainly already has.
"What it is, no," he says finally. He has a suspicion, an inkling, but not enough to confirm even if his gut agrees. "But what it was is almost certainly my last driver's core crystal. After I destroyed it, it must have become this... He was light-aspected, too."
It's reasonably clear where that ore of bitterness comes from, considering how it flares as he talks about his last driver.
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He's grateful Mythra asks about the tree, too. It was going to drive him bonkers. He's also quite pleased to discover Asch is also somewhat clueless on the matter. Maybe it is an anomaly, and not something Jade's just forgotten. That would be nice.
He tucks away the knowledge Asch has presented -- a driver, dead, a core crystal, destroyed. Laughably small puzzle pieces, all things considered, but the understanding Jade has of Asch becomes a little clearer, nonetheless.
(If Citan had had a core crystal to smash, Jade would have in an instant.
He supposes eating the heart is just as thorough, though.)
"I had no idea core crystals could even become such a thing," Jade comments, still itching for more information. He steps towards the crystalline tree to consider it closer, examining it with a touch of his own ether. It's not very enlightening without any context, but he tucks the readings away for later. "Though if you have no idea how or why it became like this, I suppose there's no reason to stand around staring at it all day. We can always ask the others if they've seen anything like this, when we return home."
Jade cannot proclaim to read Asch's thoughts -- not yet, anyway, and perhaps not for a long time -- but he would understand if Asch didn't want to remain long by such a reminder of his previous driver, considering.
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"I bet they haven't, either," she says, perking up a bit at the mention of home. "None of them get out often enough. But..." She tucks that idea away quickly, before more than a wisp of her grief can hit the emotional bleed.
(It might be nice, though, to have a physical memorial of some kind for Poppi. Maybe she'll talk to Myyah and Anna about it, when they do get home.)
"We could keep going," she says, instead of thinking about it, but it's more of a question directed at Jade. This... doesn't call for a change to their plans, right? If Mythra has to walk that excuse for a path again without anything actually coming of it, she might scream. And they do need the Aegis's help, for any of this to work.
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Mythra's not wrong that he needs to get his bearings. There's a small informational ping across the resonance that neither of them should really object to - just a measure of their ether levels - and he goes through the process of stretching out his shoulders as he goes through the data. Mythra's easily Fende-class, probably Curtiss-class, and Jade was Curtiss-class when he was just a normal blade.
The ether in this resonance could probably destroy a small town without breaking too much of a sweat. The one good thing about having a flesh eater for a driver is that he's never going to have to worry about overwhelming a human driver and triggering ether poisoning if he goes all out.
(He never has gone all out, doesn't really know where his own power stops and where he would have to start drawing off Jade. Van had a destructive mindset, but he was too subtle to need literal destruction most of the time Asch can actually remember.)
"What's the date?" he throws over his shoulder. As far as getting his bearings goes, that's a pretty damn important starting place.
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Unlike Mythra, though, he'll cut his losses. Finding Asch must have been worth something, even if it wasn't who they intended to find. Time will only tell, with Asch.
Speaking of time.
"The year's 2423, which I imagine will be more use to you than the actual date, given as you were growing moss when we found you," Jade answers Asch's question.
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"Nine hundred years," he says quietly, and then -
"Why are you looking for the Aegis?"
If that seems like a jump ahead, well, why else would they be out here? There's no reason to come here except for the tower in the distance.
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"Nine hundred?" she repeats, incredulous. That's so many. That means Jade's at least that old, too. Which... makes sense, she guesses? Or at least explains why he's the strongest blade she's ever met. (... Maybe the second strongest, now.)
But, alright, Asch's next question. It's not that big a jump, really. Not that weird that there wasn't anything else worth looking for out here nine hundred years ago, either. "...We've got something to ask him," she says. And then, because of course someone whose last driver had been that bad would be on board with their plan (it's a good plan!), she continues, "It's about fixing the blade system."
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Asch's current question is much more pressing, after all.
...not that Jade could really give a better answer than the one Mythra has already given. All he can do is elaborate a little. He has the sense that Asch would prefer having more information than less.
"Our friends are working on a means for blades to keep their memories between lifetimes, as well as - hopefully - a way for them to reject a resonance at any point, should they ever find a want to. At the rate we're going, though, we'll be lucky to affect the lives of more than twenty blades. We're hoping the Aegis knows something we don't."
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He listens. And... It hurts, somehow, because it makesw him suddenly hyperaware of Van's blinders. Not just the one the man had on himself, that prevented him from seeing any other solutions, but the ones that being in resonance with him put on Asch.
Because when it's put that way, the solution is simple, almost elegant. To free blades, just give them the freedom to walk away.
(The freedom that Asch himself was willing to kill and die for. The freedom that he would have done about anything for.)
(A freedom that Jade must have been willing to kill for as well, considering.)
"Count me in," he says. From somewhere under the bitterness, an almost idealistic determination sparks from the banked embers of who he might have been if not for Van. "I'll help however I can."
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"Well, what're we waiting for?" she asks. "Pretty sure that tower's not getting any closer." With that she turns, making her way out of the clearing and back to the broken brush they'd passed through to get here.
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...an awful lot of deliberation over an action as simple as following after Mythra, but that's alright. Jade does follow after Mythra, thinking idly to himself if it'd be worth it to use the fire Asch has granted him to make this sorry excuse for a path a little wider. It probably isn't. If he ended up setting the whole forest on fire, Mythra'd never let him hear the end of it, never mind the impression it would give Asch.
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He's a little surprised at how easily it slips out, but since both Jade and Mythra are going ahead, they likely won't see his "startled at my own mouth" expression. (Too bad the emotional bleed will probably out him.)
Whatever. This is fine. Asch watches their progress through the underbrush for a moment, and there's a faint tingle of 'are you serious?' in the resonance before he jumps into a nearby tree. Another couple jumps, and he's outpaced Mythra, dropping to sit on a low branch in front of her with an amused expression.
Are you blades or what? he doesn't quite say.
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Less fine, though, is the mess of underbrush - she'd hopped across the last few feet of it earlier to get in sight of the tree, and she gets halfway through blasting it before Asch catches up to her.
She doesn't say anything, either, but she does huff, looking like she might cross her arms for a second before she eyes another nearby branch, gauging the distance to it for just a second before she leaps.
Her landing is only a little awkward, catching herself on the tree trunk, but her balance is fine, and she almost immediately springs up to the next branch. That is a better idea. Why hadn't she thought of it before?
"Hey, race you back to the path," she says, rather than admit it, not giving him any more warning than that before she's off.
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Anyway he's not about to race, or anything - let Asch and Mythra at that; they're more kids than he is - but Jade isn't about to walk the rest of the way, either. So he joins his blades in the trees, a little more gracefully than Mythra does (muscle memory is one hell of a thing, it turns out).
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That doesn't mean he's going to make it easy, though, or stop short of enjoying himself, even if it's a painfully short race overall.
(He's not really surprised that Jade doesn't participate in the race. That's not really his nature; ice blades don't tend to get caught up in things like this. Of course, dark blades usually don't, either, but that's only his primary element. Asch contains multitudes.)
When they reach the trail, such as it is, he comes to a stop still in a tree, one arm wrapped around the trunk as he balances on a branch. "Keep it up and you'll get good at it," he says to Mythra, before gauging his direction and taking off in the direction of the tower. No point in waiting, indeed.
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"What do you mean, get good?" she demands as she catches up. She's doing fine, thanks! Sure, she might have almost lost her balance once or twice, but she hadn't fallen, and that's what's important. But then Asch's on the move again, and she's not about to let that challenge go unmet, so she follows, pushing herself a little more as she gets used to the motions. She can tell distantly that Jade's following, even if he's slower. It's not like they can lose each other, with the resonance and all. He can take his time if he wants to be boring about it.
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The field surrounding the tower - where they set up camp - is devoid of any real landmarks. No rocks, no trees. Just grass that probably shouldn't be so yellow for how tall it's growing; as if it's dying as soon as it's sprouted from the ground.
There's nothing to do but kill time until morning, and now's as good of a time as any, so.
"I have a question if you don't mind, Asch," Jade says, turning to look at the boy from where he sits. "I know you said you only met me once, but I'm still curious. About the meeting, and..." well, there's no point not being honest, "...anything else you know about me, actually."
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So they're camped in a patch that's somewhat less grassy off the side of the trail, and he's still filled with restless energy when Jade asks his question. A pause, as he considers where to start.
"... Jade of the Crimson Snow, Curtiss-class, Imperial Blade of the Malkuth Empire and personal blade of Emperor Peony IX." Malkuth might not even exist anymore - knowing his luck, it probably doesn't - but the general information is important to frame his own personal experience with Jade. "His Majesty resonated with you shortly before a succession crisis - while he was far from the favored candidate, being a bastard son, he wound up taking the throne as his half-siblings all killed each other off. For the duration of the struggle, you were his first and last line of protection. The moniker 'of the Crimson Snow' comes from an incident where you froze an assassin's blood while it was still inside his body, bursting the veins. Might've been more than one; you had that reputation well before I was ever around."
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(frozen comment) mithos this wasnt even the problem we wanted you hear to solve
(frozen comment) whoops!!!
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