The peace that formerly reigned in Terra Nova has eroded, now little more than a memory. War ravages the continent. Disputes divide kingdoms; ideals divide families. The quest for power consumes absolutely and indiscriminately. None are immune to its allure.
Who will rise and who will fall? Only time—and ambition—will tell.
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05.26.2023
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No reason, huh? By now, Ber had had enough irksome encounters with Sliva to have a sense of what to expect from her, but this one had managed to be both bizarre and unpleasant. And he had no inclination to prolong it.
“Sure,” He said, clearly skeptical as he started to turn away. “Well, find someone else to punch you, then, and leave me alone.” Whatever Sliva had going on could be their problem, not his.
Post by Zarha Sliva on May 27, 2023 17:05:35 GMT -5
Looking at Ber. She sighs softly she knows Woodwick want to start talking to people about her problem instead of being in self pity. However she knows Ber doesn't care. "I just lost my parents Ber and I know you don't really care how I feel. but this is the only way I could feel like getting emotions out without getting this anger that inside of me out. I know that during that training with woodwick I acted like a bitch I've been working on it."
She looked at him. "I know that you wanted to finished that one-on-one combat when Regan and Captain Woodwick watching however I stepped back.I have faults that I know I need to work on Ber. but we are both good soldiers and right now I possibly need you."
Technically, Ber supposed, he had asked for an answer with little to know guarantee that he’d like what he received, so he couldn’t be irritated entirely at Sliva for continuing to talk despite his intention of ending the conversation. Part of it was his fault too. But that didn’t mean he had to care about what reasons she gave him, particularly when they were so personal - and decidedly neither his business nor his problem.
With the events of the ball and the subsequent weeks taking precedent in his mind, Ber needed a few moments to remember what training with Woodwick she had referenced, and when he did, something like disbelief flickered through him. “You need me,” He repeated, close but not quite scoffing. “Sliva, you don’t even know me.” With a wave of his hand, he gestured at her. “Whatever you need to work on, that’s your problem, and if you need someone to hit you, go find someone else.”
Ber shook his head as he said that, still unable to understand how getting punched in the face would result in anything other than more problems.
Post by Zarha Sliva on May 28, 2023 7:48:01 GMT -5
Zahra take a deep breath. "I know that you are from the rough parts of town. I know that, you do want is needed to get the job done as a hard minimum. I know that if a question on your mind, you'll ask a person even if you hate them to get to the bottom of it. So yeah I don't know you but that no fault of mine. Cause every time I tried you push me away. So excuse me for fucking trying. I had enough of wasting my energy on you. I will put up with you, but it you need my help find someone who cares."
she started to walk away. "We all got fucking problem so don't act like you don't... Because you be lying to yourself." Zahra left.
Stalwart, Ber crossed his arms and listened as Sliva listed what she thought she knew about him. Indifference built powerful walls, so despite the vehemence of her rant, the witch’s fury merely howled around him, loud but ultimately as ineffective as the wind against the castle’s fortifications. Expression flat, he waited for her to finish and storm away. Only once she had done so did he shake his head, uncross his arms, and turn back toward the reason he’d entered this courtyard in the first place.