05-25-2015, 02:39 PM
This man, Straizio Rockwell, had been an interesting character to Jon. He was clearly someone who wanted to do right by others, and such a thing was a trait that Jon Snow couldn't help but to admire and respect. Though he'd decided to take off upon the unexpected arrival of a shining figure clad in shimmering armour, but not without a parting message. "We may have shared our moment there, but I won't hesitate to kill you if I see you on the Island, Snow. I've got something to prove, after all" Strazio hissed in his ear before rising from his seat, moving past the haughty newcomer and out the door. Jon glared darkly at Strazio as he departed, and then turned his eyes to the striking man in front of him.
The so-called "sand-king of the Dunes". He was a king who wore no crown, but from the sights of him, he was no Stannis Baratheon. He adorned shimmering, strong-forged armour that glimmered in the reflection of the lights beam, and stood as tall and proud as a king should. He had drooping golden hair and blood red eyes that made Jon feel a tinge of uncomforted when stared into them. But Snow didn't have to take too much of a glance to know that the mans grinning face and cocksure mile masked something else, though. Some repressed woes and bottled blues. It seemed as though that this man, this king had been stripped bare and naked of a portion of his own self-pride, though he dared not show it, and remained with a high, mighty and noble posture about him.
Jon felt even more intrigued when the king decided to address him. Gilgamesh had asked for his loyalty, but Jon had refused it in the politest way he knew how, and he spoke to this king as he would have with any king back in Westeros. Men of the Nights Watch swore to take no part in the politics of the realm with their vows, and Snow wasn't deadset on breaking his oaths a second time. There was no ice wall or Castle Black here, sure, but even if his brothers couldn't judge him here for what he did the gods could, and that was more than enough for Jon. Even if there were no weirwood trees around, it was common belief and preaching that the Old Gods could see all.
And Jon wasn't ready to deny them, yet.
Then came the mention of Crona, and Jon's protective instincts and nature were perked.Crona's here with him? Jon began to feel a sudden change of heart. Crona was a friend, and Jon knew he needed more allies than just Sasuke if he wanted to see himself getting through this alive and in one-piece. Though Snow was unsure of what to entirely make of this King Gilgamesh, and his pompousness and apparent snivelling ego had managed to throw him off a little bit, he knew working with him was for the best, and to the mutual benefit and gain of the both of them.
"Crona... did he come here with you, your grace? Where is he?" Jon had a desire to reconcile with the purple-haired child, now. They hadn't seen each other since the scrap in Corucsant, and they both had some explaining to do to one another. "He's here, indeed, but I'm uncertain as to where he is now" the king sneered. "Probably running amok as children do" he grunted. Jon's lips curled slight outward, his expression remaining stern, solemn and guarded, just as always. "Probably not Crona. He's far past outgrown that, I'm sure" the bastard stated in reply with a faint smile. And he spoke all truth. The frail-looking, timid boy had surprised Jon greatly in how he'd handled himself during the street side brawl against the Golemancer Sivo, and he held a certain level of maturity and understanding with him that seemed rather uncommon for a boy of his ageing.
"Indeed, indeed..." the King nodded his head slightly in response. "He handles that big sword of his well... just a shame he can't use it here" King Gilgamesh spoke with a certain bitterness in his tones, his nostrils flaring a tad. Jon glanced away momentarily, inhaling sharply before speaking once more. "I'd take my leave, your grace, so that I perhaps may go and find him"
Bowing his head deeply in a courteously manner, Jon paced past the King, moving for the door, but stopped in his tracks at Gilgamesh directed a final query toward him.
'I've still yet to hear your name, servant?"
Jon didn't speak for himself immediately, turning his head back to look at Gilgamesh. "Jon Snow, your grace" he spoke his name, bowing at his waist as a last gesture of respect for his betters and politeness. With a slight nod of ultimate dismissal from the King, Jon turned away, moving out from the lounge area.
Now he was set on finding Crona before this competition truly began. How much time did they all even have left? Jon was unsure, but he knew explaining things to Crona would be a lot more easier sooner rather than later. And mulling on it... where in Seven Hells was Sasuke? Jon had seen nor heard nothing from him since heading through the portal upon signing-up. Had he made it here without issue?
Jon decided he'd make it his goal to find the both of them before this thing really got started.
He drifted and skulked around the hallways at a hurried pace, navigating and turning himself around the hallway's bends and long corridors, only pausing when a familiar looking raven-haired, blue-clothed figure caught his eye from the distance.
Think or speak of the devil, and he'll show up at your doorstep... Jon had learnt, both from his previous encounter with the king and Darkshire's Defender and what had just happened now.
He moved towards Sasuke at a swifter timing, moving to catch him up, The ninja anticipated his footsteps, however, quickly turning around with a clenched fist in suspense, causing Jon to rear backward.
"No need for that, it's only me" Jon raised his hands up slightly. "Snow..." the shinobi murmured. "You were nowhere to be seen when I arrived here... what were you doing?" his teammate cocked his head to the side in wonder. "I could ask you the very same question" Jon grunted. "I'm glad I found you, though.." Jon took one quick take of his surroundings before moving closer towards Sasuke, ensuring nobody was in earshot before beginning to whisper. "I think we have more allies here than we first thought"
'What?" the Uchiha snapped back in retort, brow raising slightly. "What do you mean? Who?!" Snow's lips curled outward as he pondered on his choice of wording very carefully. Sasuke and he were arguably stuck together, very much in the same boat. But Jon needed the shin obi's trust, and he hadn't had much time to earn it over.
"An... old accomplice of mine. He's here, and he's brought backup with him" Jon gave a stern nod. The young ninja stared at him silently and and with a certain distrust. Jon let out a short sigh as his arms slowly folded against his chest.
"You do know why we need solid allies to thrive here? The two of us can't do this, not by ourselves, not alone... not if we want to make it out of this alive". Sasuke's eyes narrowed and darkened a bit at that. "If one of us wants to make it out of this alive, you mean"
Jon opened his mouth as if to protest, but immediately closed it again. This was a contest that could only hail one victor, Jon knew as much. Blood would run on his own hands, he acknowledged the fact, and embraced that a terrible end or a horrifying fate could await either of them on the field.
He nodded grimmly, and the young ninja nodded back, as if at a mutual understanding. Giving the shinobi one last, long and meaningful look, he moved past him, pacing further down the corridor.
"What will you now?" the voice of Sasuke called after him. Jon paused.
"I still need to go find who I was talking about. I've met one of his friends already" Jon took a few more steps forward, but was delayed once again by Sasuke's curiosity. "Who was he?"
Jon craned his head to look back at Sasuke so their eyes met, clearing his throat before speaking.
"Only the King of the Dunes himself. Gilgamesh, they call him".
The so-called "sand-king of the Dunes". He was a king who wore no crown, but from the sights of him, he was no Stannis Baratheon. He adorned shimmering, strong-forged armour that glimmered in the reflection of the lights beam, and stood as tall and proud as a king should. He had drooping golden hair and blood red eyes that made Jon feel a tinge of uncomforted when stared into them. But Snow didn't have to take too much of a glance to know that the mans grinning face and cocksure mile masked something else, though. Some repressed woes and bottled blues. It seemed as though that this man, this king had been stripped bare and naked of a portion of his own self-pride, though he dared not show it, and remained with a high, mighty and noble posture about him.
Jon felt even more intrigued when the king decided to address him. Gilgamesh had asked for his loyalty, but Jon had refused it in the politest way he knew how, and he spoke to this king as he would have with any king back in Westeros. Men of the Nights Watch swore to take no part in the politics of the realm with their vows, and Snow wasn't deadset on breaking his oaths a second time. There was no ice wall or Castle Black here, sure, but even if his brothers couldn't judge him here for what he did the gods could, and that was more than enough for Jon. Even if there were no weirwood trees around, it was common belief and preaching that the Old Gods could see all.
And Jon wasn't ready to deny them, yet.
Then came the mention of Crona, and Jon's protective instincts and nature were perked.Crona's here with him? Jon began to feel a sudden change of heart. Crona was a friend, and Jon knew he needed more allies than just Sasuke if he wanted to see himself getting through this alive and in one-piece. Though Snow was unsure of what to entirely make of this King Gilgamesh, and his pompousness and apparent snivelling ego had managed to throw him off a little bit, he knew working with him was for the best, and to the mutual benefit and gain of the both of them.
"Crona... did he come here with you, your grace? Where is he?" Jon had a desire to reconcile with the purple-haired child, now. They hadn't seen each other since the scrap in Corucsant, and they both had some explaining to do to one another. "He's here, indeed, but I'm uncertain as to where he is now" the king sneered. "Probably running amok as children do" he grunted. Jon's lips curled slight outward, his expression remaining stern, solemn and guarded, just as always. "Probably not Crona. He's far past outgrown that, I'm sure" the bastard stated in reply with a faint smile. And he spoke all truth. The frail-looking, timid boy had surprised Jon greatly in how he'd handled himself during the street side brawl against the Golemancer Sivo, and he held a certain level of maturity and understanding with him that seemed rather uncommon for a boy of his ageing.
"Indeed, indeed..." the King nodded his head slightly in response. "He handles that big sword of his well... just a shame he can't use it here" King Gilgamesh spoke with a certain bitterness in his tones, his nostrils flaring a tad. Jon glanced away momentarily, inhaling sharply before speaking once more. "I'd take my leave, your grace, so that I perhaps may go and find him"
Bowing his head deeply in a courteously manner, Jon paced past the King, moving for the door, but stopped in his tracks at Gilgamesh directed a final query toward him.
'I've still yet to hear your name, servant?"
Jon didn't speak for himself immediately, turning his head back to look at Gilgamesh. "Jon Snow, your grace" he spoke his name, bowing at his waist as a last gesture of respect for his betters and politeness. With a slight nod of ultimate dismissal from the King, Jon turned away, moving out from the lounge area.
Now he was set on finding Crona before this competition truly began. How much time did they all even have left? Jon was unsure, but he knew explaining things to Crona would be a lot more easier sooner rather than later. And mulling on it... where in Seven Hells was Sasuke? Jon had seen nor heard nothing from him since heading through the portal upon signing-up. Had he made it here without issue?
Jon decided he'd make it his goal to find the both of them before this thing really got started.
He drifted and skulked around the hallways at a hurried pace, navigating and turning himself around the hallway's bends and long corridors, only pausing when a familiar looking raven-haired, blue-clothed figure caught his eye from the distance.
Think or speak of the devil, and he'll show up at your doorstep... Jon had learnt, both from his previous encounter with the king and Darkshire's Defender and what had just happened now.
He moved towards Sasuke at a swifter timing, moving to catch him up, The ninja anticipated his footsteps, however, quickly turning around with a clenched fist in suspense, causing Jon to rear backward.
"No need for that, it's only me" Jon raised his hands up slightly. "Snow..." the shinobi murmured. "You were nowhere to be seen when I arrived here... what were you doing?" his teammate cocked his head to the side in wonder. "I could ask you the very same question" Jon grunted. "I'm glad I found you, though.." Jon took one quick take of his surroundings before moving closer towards Sasuke, ensuring nobody was in earshot before beginning to whisper. "I think we have more allies here than we first thought"
'What?" the Uchiha snapped back in retort, brow raising slightly. "What do you mean? Who?!" Snow's lips curled outward as he pondered on his choice of wording very carefully. Sasuke and he were arguably stuck together, very much in the same boat. But Jon needed the shin obi's trust, and he hadn't had much time to earn it over.
"An... old accomplice of mine. He's here, and he's brought backup with him" Jon gave a stern nod. The young ninja stared at him silently and and with a certain distrust. Jon let out a short sigh as his arms slowly folded against his chest.
"You do know why we need solid allies to thrive here? The two of us can't do this, not by ourselves, not alone... not if we want to make it out of this alive". Sasuke's eyes narrowed and darkened a bit at that. "If one of us wants to make it out of this alive, you mean"
Jon opened his mouth as if to protest, but immediately closed it again. This was a contest that could only hail one victor, Jon knew as much. Blood would run on his own hands, he acknowledged the fact, and embraced that a terrible end or a horrifying fate could await either of them on the field.
He nodded grimmly, and the young ninja nodded back, as if at a mutual understanding. Giving the shinobi one last, long and meaningful look, he moved past him, pacing further down the corridor.
"What will you now?" the voice of Sasuke called after him. Jon paused.
"I still need to go find who I was talking about. I've met one of his friends already" Jon took a few more steps forward, but was delayed once again by Sasuke's curiosity. "Who was he?"
Jon craned his head to look back at Sasuke so their eyes met, clearing his throat before speaking.
"Only the King of the Dunes himself. Gilgamesh, they call him".
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