[ Though it is a familiar voice which reaches his ears; a presence beside him belonging to a man which the Director can only think to call friend, when he turns to face Shiro, hears the words fall back, Sion seems not to stare at the Enforcer, but beyond him instead—
("Yᴏᴜʀ Mᴀᴊᴇsᴛʏ! Dᴏɴ'ᴛ sᴛᴀʏ ʜᴇʀᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ. Pʟᴇᴀsᴇ ғᴀʟʟ ʙᴀᴄᴋ!" a soldier shouts upon a battlefield mired by the blood and bodies of both friend and foe alike. The air is thick with crackling energy and the bone-deep rattle of large scale magic, but the King «Sion Astal» holds his position upon horseback, golden eyes alight and intensely focused upon the combat at hand.
Before the King, men and women fall, the remnants of Remrus' defensive line who do not cry out upon being struck down, and as the thunder of magic fades, the atmosphere shifts; the landscape before his eyes changing in an instant as though it had been repainted in lurid intensity.
"Did you feel it, Lucile?"
"Yᴏᴜʀ Mᴀᴊᴇsᴛʏ...?"
"Just now, the color of the world changed." )
—before the sound of gunfire sees Sion returned to the present, the second shot meeting with the one thing standing between the protestors and their oppressors: the barrier of programmable matter, glittering still. The gleaming wall of light flickers, splinters with fissures where the bullet had been caught, but it does not fall—this, a testament to the Director's stubbornness. Rather than manipulate programmable matter by way of a tool, it is Sion himself who is conduit for the technology; the biological circuits within him marking him as 'valuable'.
Still, it is only a matter of time before barrier sustains enough damage to shatter, the construct weakening as he bleeds out, the gold—vitriolic and bright, as though something had gone putrid inside of him—staining the side of his uniform seeping down to the waist. ]
We have to try. [ A shake of his head; a recovery from the waking dream he'd glimpsed before. ] Someone has to try.
You know as well as I what will happen, should this continue. [ Violence borne of misunderstanding, atrocities committed by each opposing force that neither side would be able to justify. It is this thought alone which twists Sion's expression into something pained, his eyes searching Shiro's face, silently beseeching his cooperation. ] The Company will see their voices silenced by any means necessary, and I cannot allow for innocent people to be harmed.
If they will not listen, we will cede the square to them. [ The protest heightens, the voices of the people growing ever-louder in their anger and in their dissonance—action must be taken, and soon. ] If you are the one to relay the order, the other Enforcers will take their leave of this place and reform the line elsewhere.
[ It is only a temporary solution, but an immediate one—Shiro is a good man, well-liked and respected by those he interacts with, rather reminding the Director of himself in the days before he'd been isolated by the promotions granted to him by virtue of what he'd been made to be.
So--... ]
In the meantime, I will alter the shape of the barrier to provide cover for an exit.
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("Yᴏᴜʀ Mᴀᴊᴇsᴛʏ! Dᴏɴ'ᴛ sᴛᴀʏ ʜᴇʀᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ. Pʟᴇᴀsᴇ ғᴀʟʟ ʙᴀᴄᴋ!" a soldier shouts upon a battlefield mired by the blood and bodies of both friend and foe alike. The air is thick with crackling energy and the bone-deep rattle of large scale magic, but the King «Sion Astal» holds his position upon horseback, golden eyes alight and intensely focused upon the combat at hand.
"Tʜɪs ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴡᴏɴ! Yᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴄᴏʏ ғᴏʀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ! Tʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴛᴀʟɪᴏɴs ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ᴏғ Rᴇᴍʀᴜs Eᴍᴘɪʀᴇ!"
Before the King, men and women fall, the remnants of Remrus' defensive line who do not cry out upon being struck down, and as the thunder of magic fades, the atmosphere shifts; the landscape before his eyes changing in an instant as though it had been repainted in lurid intensity.
"Did you feel it, Lucile?"
"Yᴏᴜʀ Mᴀᴊᴇsᴛʏ...?"
"Just now, the color of the world changed." )
—before the sound of gunfire sees Sion returned to the present, the second shot meeting with the one thing standing between the protestors and their oppressors: the barrier of programmable matter, glittering still. The gleaming wall of light flickers, splinters with fissures where the bullet had been caught, but it does not fall—this, a testament to the Director's stubbornness. Rather than manipulate programmable matter by way of a tool, it is Sion himself who is conduit for the technology; the biological circuits within him marking him as 'valuable'.
Still, it is only a matter of time before barrier sustains enough damage to shatter, the construct weakening as he bleeds out, the gold—vitriolic and bright, as though something had gone putrid inside of him—staining the side of his uniform seeping down to the waist. ]
We have to try. [ A shake of his head; a recovery from the waking dream he'd glimpsed before. ] Someone has to try.
You know as well as I what will happen, should this continue. [ Violence borne of misunderstanding, atrocities committed by each opposing force that neither side would be able to justify. It is this thought alone which twists Sion's expression into something pained, his eyes searching Shiro's face, silently beseeching his cooperation. ] The Company will see their voices silenced by any means necessary, and I cannot allow for innocent people to be harmed.
If they will not listen, we will cede the square to them. [ The protest heightens, the voices of the people growing ever-louder in their anger and in their dissonance—action must be taken, and soon. ] If you are the one to relay the order, the other Enforcers will take their leave of this place and reform the line elsewhere.
[ It is only a temporary solution, but an immediate one—Shiro is a good man, well-liked and respected by those he interacts with, rather reminding the Director of himself in the days before he'd been isolated by the promotions granted to him by virtue of what he'd been made to be.
So--... ]
In the meantime, I will alter the shape of the barrier to provide cover for an exit.
[ ...it's go time, right??? Y/N? ]