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marcusmettalus · 3 years ago

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Ghosts in the Machine Spirit

(Tagging @rowscara because muahahaha)

A gripping numbness encased Ostia's body, soaked through her clothes and bodysuit beneath, like hoarfrost clinging to diaglass panes. Groggy unfocused eyes gazed somewhere and nowhere at once, as her mind was slowly coming back to the present.

Where was she? Her bloodshot weary eyes slowly moved, taking in the dreary grayscale place she found herself in. Nothing. Just an infinite emptiness that went into forever, save for the ankle deep icy water the reflected the inky blackness. So cold and tired was Ostia that she barely registered the water soaked into her hair and clothes, but stiffly did she sit up.

"This,,, is a dream? It is,, different." Ostia's throat felt like she swallowed coarse sand paper and cotton wads, clogged up and hoarse. Coughing to try and clear her throat, the Scion looks around once more to try and find something to help snap herself back to reality.

[Tia]

Ostia felt her heart skip a few beats, flailing as she tries to get up on her feet in a scrambling mess of soaked clothes and clawing hands. Whipping her head about, eyes wide as for the briefest moment could have heard her sister's voice. "Wait,, wha, how. No, its a dream, quiet yo-" but her voice catches in her mouth, as Ostia catches a terrifying vision only some meters away.

Lucelle. Her elder sister, who she has not seen in oh so long, clad in her favorite dress she had gotten at the fair. Though,, she appeared like a phantom of pale eerie lights, Ostia able to see through the woman at the darkness behind.

Either Ostia had been dosed with so much chems by some Imperial Medic, Warden truly playing a cruel trick on her sleeping mind, or a combination of the two.

[Oh sister, truly it is a dark day indeed,, if you are afraid of me, Little Tia.]

"Stop. Stop,, talking in her voice. G-Get out of my head Warden!" Ostia clutched at her head, fingers clawing through her matted hair, shaking her head about to try and clear out what she was hearing. Scrunching her eyes closed tight, having some false hope that she would soon wake up inside the cockpit of Warden, and able to yank out every damned cable from the accursed Knight.

[You wear the Haldus colors well,, even though you were never destined for them.]

Ostia can feel tears creeping down her cheeks, the voice and tone of this apparition oh so natural sounding, why does Warden torment her so?

"Stop, stop, stop, Stop!"

[Ostia. Pull yourself together, or I will tell Jorick that it was you who stole those Median Cookies on Honor's Eve!]

Ostia froze suddenly, her eyes snapping open when this ghost uttered that threat. Slowly the Scion looked up and into the Lucelle shaped figure, her teary eyes looking up into those glaring eyes. That memory is only she could ever recall, oh so many years ago, Warden could not be able to see any significance in such a moment in their childhood.

"Lu? It's,, but, you died." the younger sibling rubbed her eyes with the heel of her palms, while the ghost softens her gaze at her sister, hands delicately crossed over her waist.

[I did. What I am,, is what remains of me. That night where Mother took me to the Thrones,, I did not wake up, my body and soul separated for too long. It consumed my very being. But not gone, thanks to you Tia.]

Ostia blinks slowly, trying to process all of this as Lu spoke, some small voice in her mind urging her to hug her Ghost Sister, but her fears of all of this being a fake were still quite real. "Because of me? But,, why did it take so long till now? Its been,, years, almost decades now! If you were here all along ho-"

[Tia, you could not hear me. So much grief and pain you bore for all this time, trying to distance yourself from Haldia and our family. Your heart and soul were closed,, except that one night.]

Ostia's mind flew back, the inky blackness around the duo morphing to show a memory. Blood and iron, steel and shrill screams, her body wracked by such pain that even the loss of her legs could not compare.

"You,, you were alive then? Locked in the Throne all this time?" Ostia can feel her legs giving out, fresh tears welling up once more as she feels her hands reach out instinctively for Lucelle. "Its been so long Lu, if I had known,, but then you stuck here is my fault?"

[What there was, yes. And I felt your pain, your anger,, and your hope. You thought of me, finding some strength in it,, and that helped me remain. It,, how to say, I stopped feeling lost and wayward. And I have tried for so long, to try and help you as you roamed and fought so many years. But these past few months, it has been so much easier, I am not sure what happened on that world,, but I Feel again.]

Lucelle reaches out with a hand and lightly flicks a finger against Ostia's forehead, giving a sharp sting to the teary eyed younger sister. Ostia flinching with a little yelp, rubbing her head where the sudden pain erupted from.

[ And Lu dear,, you are not to blame. I am still here thanks to you, and I can keep looking out for my brash little sister. Well, you are not so little anymore, now are you?]

Lucelle pulls Ostia in, and by the Emperor she is tangible, a tender warmth finally creeping into Ostia's body as her older sister embraces her, melting away this dreadful numbness. Those threatening tears now spill with earnest now while Ostia hugs her sister for the first time in what felt like an eternity, crying into Lucelle's shoulder.

"I'm sorry Lu, I'm sorry,,"

[Shhh Tia, I do not blame you. I, I know about Mother. I cannot fault your fury and pain, and my heart too soft for such things as war and combat. But now,, I will help protect my little Sister. I am not leaving you ever again.]

Ostia nods quietly, having dreaded on many restless night what Lu would have thought or said to her if she were to find out about the death of their Mother and exile from Haldia. Yet Ostia now felt more determined than before, that Warden would not be the tomb of her sister or herself. It will be a beacon, to spite the pain and fury, to prosper.

(bloopers under cut)

[Also,, I see these memories of a tall, dark and handsome. I think he is kinda cute~]

Ostia sputters and flails like some poor Schola Program student. "Lucelle!"

[Well, someone is not complimenting him, so I might as well do it. Huh, seeing as I have more power over this Knight, I wonder if I can use its vox hailers.]

"I already have enough panic from one talking Knight with Noémie, I DO NOT NEED MORE!"

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marcusmettalus · 3 years ago

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#and ostia trying to make the vox shut up from saying something very not like ostia

My Top Posts in 2021

Memories of Another.

Noémie Durand: It is an unexpected, but welcome surprise to see you here Lady Haldus.

Ostia Haldus: Was not really my plan either, but I was given not many alternatives. Though I have to say your people are,,, a welcome surprise too.

Noémie: Haha! Karseilles is quite an outsider compared to much of the Imperium, but we're slowly making way in communicating with them.

Ostia: I've heard that you were,, quite new to being a leader. Some even called you the Young Queen, though I could not tell if they were making a jab at you or using a casual title.

Noémie: Aaaah. Well, compared to many previous Grand Dame and Seigneur, I have not ruled for many years, nor has my Family been in major powers for any great period of time. I've ruled only some,, 84 years now, come winter.

Ostia: Wait. Wait wait, you've been Queen for 80+ years? But you are also a Scion, are you not? How long ha-?

Noémie: I have been bonded to Dominion for 104 years, 8 months and 21 days. I,, I am not allowed to forget this. I was training to be a Scion, and to be the next head of my Family. Never did I see the day that the entire Lyonesse Dynasty to die in a short 8 months.

Ostia: That sounds a little,, too exact.

Noémie: Dominion is,, ancient. They hold the memories of hundreds within themselves. And those memories are becoming my own, with time. And when I pass, my own memories will become theirs, for the next Scion to bear. I'm the youngest to pilot themz and the youngest to rule these people.

Ostia: ,,,, all the memories?

Noémie: Not all, I've trained for years to be able to not delve too deep into Dominion when I pilot them,, but some days, I am no longer Noémie. I'm another Scion, maybe from Durand, maybe from another Family. Their victories, their aspirations,, their deaths.

Ostia: May I ask a personal question? How do you,, how do you handle that burden?

Noémie: Burden? Hmmm, I guess I used to think of it as a burden. But that was a long time ago. Now, heh, c'est la vie. But I think what you're actually asking,, is how do you deal with the memories of another, and keep yourself here. My dear Haldus, see these as dreams. Dreams of your past lives, how you made mistakes and learned from them, those you loved and killed. They will hurt, but they are of the past lives, and will not kill you. They will embolden you, protect you from making the same mistake as they once did.

(Ostia Haldus belongs to @rowscara , and Noémie Durand is mine.)

20 notes • Posted 2021-10-03 16:41:53 GMT

Adamantium Striders

House Chevalier, Vassal state to the Kingdom of Midgård. These men and women of Karseilles follow the ancient dogma of their predecessors, known to Ministorium Scholars as the Imperial Truth, a doctrine used during the era of The Great Crusade some 10 millennia ago.

To the field of war, House Chevalier brings ancient and highly trained Knights, bipedal goliaths clad in heavy armor plating and high power tank weaponry short of being classified as Titan weaponry. Though due to old wounds, Chevalier does not sport hundreds of these revered Knights.

Only 35 remain in any operational capacity, most were lost during a time called "The Darkest Decades", when Chevalier and Midgård held against the tide of Tyranids of Hivefleet Moloch. Slowly this wound has begun to heal, as the forges on Karseilles and its moons work stubbornly to rebuild those Knight which would be salvaged,, and make entire new ones from scratch.

Grand Dame Noémie Durand is the current ruler of Karseilles, as well as the head of her House. Though her rise to power was not one she had aimed for, her House was simply the one to inherit the mantle fallen from House Lyonesse who all perished in The Darkest Decades. She had only been training as a Scion of her House, to rule when her time came for her own Dynasty,, not the entire Kingdom of Kareilles. She has much to learn about ruling an entire people, and seeks much wisdom and advice from those in power, she has long talks with High King Surtr Muspelson of Midgård for his rule stretches into the millennia.

But tis not just her Dynasty who take to the field, they cannot afford such a bold tactic anymore. She is joined by many other Dynasties who, although, bear the banner of House Chevalier, are clad in their own Dynasty colors and heraldry.

The Karon Dynasty, the Moreau Dynasty and the de-Galle Dynasty are the other families whom fight alongside Durand when Karseilles goes to war.

Karon and Moreau are also two of the four families who have Monarche pattern Knights in their arsenal, the only other being Durand. de-Galle may not have any such pattern in their hangers, however they are the ones who pilot "Les Montagnes Jumelles" or the "Twin Mountains"; a pair of Acastus Pattern Knights wielding the dreaded Mortcœur cannons, a variant of the Hellhammer weaponry.

The more prominent members of these families are the following;

Marquis Jean Corsica Karon, second eldest son of the Karon Dynasty. The Karon are responsible for maintaining the small fleet that Karseilles owns, mainly used for trading with Midgård or Rogue Traders,. They also have control over the lone Space Port, thus having their fingers in all trades and travel. Jean's older brother André may be the next in line to the family throne, but it was Jean who able to bond with the Monarche pattern Knight, "Endless".

Vicomte Gastonne Henreique Moreau, eldest eligible successor to the Moreau Dynasty. The Moreaus have dominance over the budding agricultural and lumber industry which encompasses the southern continents on Karseilles, which feeds the growing population (and some curious eaters in the Midgård Kingdom). The current head of house, Dame Florence, lost her children during The Darkest Decades, thus her Sister's son will be the one to inherit the throne when the day comes. Gastonne, previously one of the overseers responsible for the second largest Blackwood Oak Orchard, was bonded to a Warden pattern Knight, "Chauchat's Roar"

Duchesse Anne de-Galle, eldest daughter of the de-Galle Dynasty. The de-Galle have always been under suspicion due to their repeated attempts to defame the Durand family, and upset the balance of powers on Karseilles. However, Anne seems to be more amicable and willing to work alongside the other Dynasties. Many suspect that Anne is a direct descendant to the founder of the family, a venerated commander within the Solar Auxilia during the time of The Great Crusade, though no proof has been found as of yet. Anne is bonded to one of the Twins, "Blanc Épée" her sister Yvonne pilots "Arqalod Épée"

(Also,, henlo @rowscara have some folks, bois and gals. I will try and find the ones talking bout the Knights and ping you)

22 notes • Posted 2021-09-15 17:41:14 GMT

Ghosts in the Machine Spirit

(Tagging @rowscara because muahahaha)

[Tia]

Either Ostia had been dosed with so much chems by some Imperial Medic, Warden truly playing a cruel trick on her sleeping mind, or a combination of the two.

[Oh sister, truly it is a dark day indeed,, if you are afraid of me, Little Tia.]

[You wear the Haldus colors well,, even though you were never destined for them.]

Ostia can feel tears creeping down her cheeks, the voice and tone of this apparition oh so natural sounding, why does Warden torment her so?

"Stop, stop, stop, Stop!"

[Ostia. Pull yourself together, or I will tell Jorick that it was you who stole those Median Cookies on Honor's Eve!]

"Lu? It's,, but, you died." the younger sibling rubbed her eyes with the heel of her palms, while the ghost softens her gaze at her sister, hands delicately crossed over her waist.

[Tia, you could not hear me. So much grief and pain you bore for all this time, trying to distance yourself from Haldia and our family. Your heart and soul were closed,, except that one night.]

[ And Lu dear,, you are not to blame. I am still here thanks to you, and I can keep looking out for my brash little sister. Well, you are not so little anymore, now are you?]

"I'm sorry Lu, I'm sorry,,"

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22 notes • Posted 2021-11-16 21:07:02 GMT

Some more world building with the world of Karseille, now that we have a bit of basic backstory and dramatis persona, we move onto,,,

~Fashion~

And got promptly stuck, as I didn't know what kind of time period I wanted them to be in. Very unlikely to be highly influenced by the Nobilis families from major Imperial Worlds or such, with the whole,, body-suit+furs deal, or dressing like you are at a Military Parade from the Colonial Era.

Then brain finally got back into gear and had a few options. Then dumbed down further,, and found it.

Roaring 20's!

(or well, the period from 1900-1930, which included the Roaring 20's but you get what I mean.)

While the younger more avant-garde / modern Karseillais may wear clothes more linked to the 20's and the like;

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25 notes • Posted 2021-09-24 11:50:20 GMT

[I will prepare a book] Tez'sara read through the reports she had gotten in from Kraken, not liking at all what her friend had found and witnessed within the Dreaming City. She should be overjoyed to see the return of Mara Sov, but the implications about Osiris and the Witch Queen,,,

[which is a map to a weapon] The Elementalist pushed aside the papers and datapads, rubbing the bridge of her nose with gloved fingers. Horus, her ever vigilant Ghost slowly floats over from the other side of the office space, having kept himself busy with indexing some of the older Vex reports. His golden frame shifted and clicked as he hovers by his Guardian's shoulder. "Hey,,"

[and my vanquishers, will read that book.] "Hey.." Tez spoke wearily, opening her amber gold eyes to look over at her oldest friend she has had. "We can do this. Together. We have allies and friends, you are not alone." The Awoken chuckles with a shake of her head when Horus spoke again.

"I know Horus, I know,,, but this is not like with Oryx, or Crota or any of the other Hive Pantheon. This one is cunning, terrifyingly so, she has manipulated and schemed on such a level no one can see they are caught in her strings til she allows it." [and they will take up my weapon, and use it]

"I haven't said this will be easy Tez, it never has been when we have gone against the Hive. The Broods, the Nests, the Moon, the Dreadnought. They all have tested the Guardians to their limits and then some. But we are ready for whatever that Witch has cooked up." [and armed thus with my past, and my future, and my present]

Tez sighs lightly as she leans back into her seat, letting her head droop back to gaze up at the arched ceiling, the intricate embroidery and filigree crossing across the deep azure fabrics, moonlight peeking through the half closed windows. Tez's eyes glances over to the barely hidden coffer, atop the furthest cabinet, cloaked in shadows and dust, hidden by the fabrics and ornaments.

[they will become me.]

"I hope we are ready Horus,, I hope we are." The Awoken closes her eyes again, resting a forearm across her temple, putting a little pressure on the headache when it appears again, knowing it would come, like an old friend.

[thus I will live forever.]

26 notes • Posted 2021-08-25 11:53:50 GMT

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