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Ky frowned, looking at the report he was holding in his hand his focus on it was dwindling. He sighed he’d been in the Holy Order for little over a year and on top of that he was sixteen! It showed the desperation of the Order for more recruits.
But he wanted this, he needed to do this. Ky sighed, dropping the report on the desk in front of him before standing up and stretching. He had stripped off most of the Order’s uniform, leaving him in the shirt that was hidden underneath the uniform, his shoulders left bare.
He sat down once again, fiddling with one of the belts on the uniform thinking back on the recent scuffle, the usual. A knock on the door made the teenager snap out of his train of thought
“Enter,” Ky said, quickly picking up the report again and skimming through it until he picked up where he left off.
He looked up to see a tall brunette in the doorway closing the door behind him, he was in the red variation of the Holy Order’s uniform with the word FREE carved on his belt buckle.
“...Sol? I didn’t ask to see you-”
“Whatever. I came by a whim.” The man huffed taking a seat on one of the couches.
“Still, I thought you would prefer to avoid me after every battle with the Gears, and what I say doesn’t even er… register?” Ky prayed he used the word right, he wasn’t the best at English with it being his second language and all; but he was getting there, slowly.
The two sat in silence for a minute. Ky not looking at the report in front of him and instead, on a train of thought, the thing that interested him most was how Sol seemed to be on good terms with Kliff Undersn, the commander of the Holy Order despite Sol being a bounty hunter and the large age-gap between the two. But, that’s none of his business.
“...You got wounded in that recent fight, right? Shouldn’t you be resting or whatever?” Sol turned to look at Ky who flinched, he was right Ky should be resting. But, he had to look at the reports and all the other parts that came with leading a battalion
“I should be, but I’m always cleaning up after your mess and I need to look at these reports.” Ky frowned looking back at the man, before looking back down at the report.
Sol just rolled his eyes “Whatever, don’t overwork yourself.”
Once again the two sat in silence for a few minutes before Ky stood up going to an ornate shelf “I’m going to brew some tea, uh, would you like some?” Ky asked his back turned to Sol whilst he searched through the small boxes, looking for the specific tea leaves he wanted.
“...Sure.”
Ky took a breath, not excepting the answer before grabbing two more leaves. “I’m going to quickly head out to get some water and to… heat it.” He smiled before leaving Sol alone in the office.
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Sol sighed, the couches weren’t hard nor were they soft; probably salvaged from some ruins from a nearby village destroyed by the Gears. Ky was… not a social butterfly nor a wallflower, like himself. He was in between the two, or at least trying to be nice. The kid had a good head on him and was more skilled in reading enemy tactics than doing small talk. Could have something to do with him being French.
But, he still didn’t get what Kliff saw in the bloody sixteen-year-old war orphan. Yeah, he had fancy sword skills and was incredibly attuned to lightning magic but, giving him the Thunderseal and command of a whole ass battalion? Insanity.
“They just need warm bodies for the roles, damn it Kliff…” Sol said aloud, looking out the window. Ky’s battalion was currently en route to Rome, Sol included. The day had brought no Gear to lurk around the perimeter, at least of what he knew.
He stood up, grabbing a report from off Ky’s desk. The one he’d picked up was on the recent Justice sightings, Rome. Sol didn’t know what to even think of going to the bloody lion’s den. Maybe in his aging, Kliff got more desperate. Trying to atleast attempt to end the Crusades before his life ran out. He knew Kliff had been thinking of retiring soon, handing over the reins to a specific poster boy.
Sol sighed, dropping the report before sitting back down on the couch; just as Ky opened the door. “Sorry for the wait.” Ky smiled before sitting down on the opposite couch.
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Ky panted, his lungs burned. Rome was a living hell. He didn’t say it lightly but the burning buildings, the charred bodies, and the Gears swarming the streets were so, so terrible. He gripped the hilt of the Thunderseal before chasing after Sol’s silhouette in the distance.
Have to… keep an eye on him he thought as he chased down the man, the long ponytail going down to his waist and his unusual choice of a weapon was easy to identify.
“SOL! DAMN IT WAIT UP!” Ky screamed, chasing after the man. He was not letting him leave him alone, especially in this hell. Sol turned around looking back at him, before slowing his pace.
Hours before he had scratched the words HOPE on his belt buckle, that was his…ideal, or something like that.
Ky gasped as a Gear crossed his path, but he quickly got rid of it in one strong swing with the Thunderseal. He jumped over the beast before catching up to the man.
“I’m not letting you run around here alone, you always seem like you have a death wish…” Ky frowned, looking up at Sol. He only shrugged in reply.
Both of their uniforms were tattered and shredded, showing their scuffles across the city.
“We were set up, Justice lured us out here.” Sol sighed before running off again, the rock slab he used as a blunt weapon he carried. Ky followed in pursuit.
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Ky turned a corner, gasping when he saw Sol with one of the Sacred Treasures, the Fireseal.
“Sol? T-the- what are you doing? Are you stealing from the Order?” Ky frowned, calling out to the man who only shrugged.
“Deal’s a deal. I’ve done my part, I’ve come to get my part of the bargain.” Sol smiled, he had changed out of the Order’s uniform for something more, casual.
This comment made Ky very confused. Did someone inside the Order recruit Sol? Wait, everyone was recruited. He shook his head, not important right now. Sol was stealing from the Order.
“I don’t care about your bloody bargain with someone, you are stealing from the Order.” Ky growled, unsheathing the Thunderseal “And I’m taking it back, so this ‘transaction’ can be done correctly” He narrowed his eyes at Sol, before rushing in.
Sol laughed, blocking the sword’s blade easily “Finally, are you taking me seriously now? I’ve been waiting for it.” Sol countered with a kick, hitting Ky directly in the stomach “Gh-!”
“For someone who uses lightning magic, your pretty damn slow.” Sol walked over casually as Ky staggered up “You want to see some lightning then? I’ll show you then!” Ky smiled before running in again sweeping Sol off his feet and changing the position on which he held the longsword.
“Ky!”
Ky jolted back from the fight at hand, turning to see Kliff behind him “Commander!”
“Damn it Ky… Sol, you can go.” He nodded to the brunette, slowly standing up.
“What? But sir! He’s stealing the Fireseal!” Ky argued back before looking back at Sol who was casually walking away like he wasn’t involved.
“And do you think anyone else can wield the Fireseal better than Sol? I’ve yet to see it, and I promised him, after all.”
“W-what? So I’m supposed to turn a b-blind eye?”
“Yes.” Kliff smiled before walking back from whence he came.
Ky was left standing by himself, under the moonlight. Wondering if he’d see Sol again, they had to spar- no, fight again. He… enjoyed the fight and the man’s company. He smiled to himself before sheathing the Thunderseal and walking away from the courtyard.