05-27-2015, 02:44 PM
Jon's former plans and routes had been completely turned upside-down from a chance second-meeting with Gilgamesh.
By pure coincidence, and perhaps with a stroke of luck, Snow had stumbled upon the King of the Dunes whilst on his own trek to Dante Town. Unsuprisingly, the King greeted him with a passive and rather neutral demeanour. Jon did swear his allegiance and temporary fealty to the sand-king back in the Barracks, after all. Indeed, Gilgamesh had uses for him, and Jon Snow was just about alright with being used. Being a leader amongst men in his own world, Jon had to learn how to follow before he could learn how to lead. Even if Jon didn't entirely trust this Gilgamesh to be a good king or even a good man, prolonging his demise for as much time as he could was his main goal right now. Jon Snow wasn't a man to fear death; he'd stopped dreading the very thought of it so long ago. But he wasn't ready to die just yet. Not like this. Not now.
"Yo, Snow! Quit with the dramatic monologue and start hauling ass a little!"
Jon grunted quietly, glaring towards the small, plush pouch that hung at the Kings hip. Unfortunately, King Gilgamesh wasn't so lucky when it came down to the weapon he received during his transportation. Where Jon had been granted a weapon he was vastly familiar with and comfortable using, the King of the Dunes had been given... a toy? It looked to be some kind of horse, though it was weaved together with a soft cotton and smooth fabric. What was even weirder to the bastard was the magic property it held to somehow speak... and for a simple toy, it seemed to know quite a few things. It gave Jon a strange kind of vibe.
Gilgamesh was quite a few steps ahead of him already, and Jon would have been more than able to keep up to his pace if he wasn't carrying a dark-haired woman on his arm. The woman's leg was quite clearly broken, so she couldn't walk naturally without support. She'd refused Snow's assistance at first, stating she could walk just fine on her own, but a few agonising tumbles-over later and she gave in, allowing Jon to carrying her slightly in her stride.
"Ughh..." the woman groaned, wincing and creasing with pain. Even with Jon's help, it still hurt her to walk. The bastard glanced over to her briefly, inhaling sharply as he looked back in front to Gilgamesh, who was still leading the group in a slow march.
"Your grace..." Jon called out after him. The sand-king arched his head slightly to look back at his servant and the woman who latched onto him, looking at them in silence. "We must stop. The lady needs a rest."
The King sneered faintly. He didn't wish to have to allow it, but he also knew that denying the request for a break would only bring him Jon's disdain and disapproval. Lips curling outward, Gilgamesh gave a silent nod of allowance as Jon returned a thankful gaze, before crouching down carefully to set the woman down in a comfortable sitting position.
"I'm fine.." the raven-headed woman huffed, waving Jon off slightly. "Let's kee- "No" Jon cut her off almost instantaneously. "You're not fine. You're in pain" Snow protested. And she must have known he was only speaking truth, how could she be so arrogant and blind to it? She looked as though she were battered and bruised all over, and she couldn't take a single step forward without slipping forward onto her front and screaming out in agony. Did she not feel it herself? Jon just didn't understand.
Perhaps it was just plain stubbornness, on her part.
"I'll live..." the woman continued to argue. Jon shook his head faintly. "Not if we don't stop, you won't." The young lady fell deathly silent, after that. She simply had nothing she could say at the back of her mind to counter it.
"So then... my knight in shining armour" the girl decided to break the quiet after a momentary silence settled in. "What is your name?" Jon glanced away for a few brief moments before responding to her. "Jon Snow" he uttered. King Gilgamesh still waited patiently ahead, he as well as the pony having fell rather quiet. His arms were folded across his chest, and he took occasional long stares back at his two followers, clearly itching to get on.
"Hrmmph... Snow..." she let the name roll on the edge of her tongue for a few moments, hugging her arms around her carefully. Jon stared down at her with his head slightly arched as she took a deep breath inward, as if to say something. "Blackfire. It'd be your highness to you, though."
Jon's brow raised quite high. Your highness? I'm travelling with more supposed royalty?
"Your highness...? the bastard questioned her with curiosity. "Did I happen to rescue a princess?" Jon spoke almost teasingly. A slight grin spread across his lips as he delved into a rare moment of humour. "A queen" Blackfire corrected him with a guffaw. Jon's faint smirk remained, but slowly disappeared as he craned his head to look behind him.
A bright light shimmered through the dense forest trees, the sky having flared and lit up in an orange-ish hue. Sunlight. The first crack of dawn. Jon let out a short sigh of relief. They'd held out until morning, and both him and Gilgamesh stood unscathed and unharmed. That gave the bastard a silent shred on hope and resolve that he could make it through this. His willpower, heart and courage just had to stay in the right place.
He turned to Gilgamesh. The King also his eyes fixated on the rising sun, the stars beam shimmering proudly from the reflection of his golden-plated armour. He still stood with a proud and noble posture, just as always. The horse toy stuffed into the sack must have drifted off into a snooze, for the faint, muffled sound of snoring was audible from the inanimate pouch shackled at the Kings side.
Jon looked back down to Blackfire, opening his mouth to speak. "Are you ready to keep moving?" he inquired, blinking a few times. Blackfire glanced up at him. "Yes, yes" the Tamaranean Queen pressed her palms against the ground as she spoke, slowly trying to bring herself up to her feet on her own. "Don't bother helping me. I can do this on my own." she winced slightly as she began to steadily stand up, and very nearly fell back other if it wasn't for Jon rushing back to her aid.
"Your highness..." he sighed, casting one arm over her to support her. "Let me help you. Please." Blackfire sighed deeply, closing her eyes for a few moments, before silently nodding, taking careful steps forward in rhythm with Jon's own.
King Gilgamesh had caught onto Blackfire's sudden stand, for he'd walked quite a few paces further ahead of them already. Jon gulped as he slowly came to a realisation that the Kings earlier words may have been the truth; Blackfire was injured, a liability. Could she still fight like this? Jon doubted it greatly. Sooner or later, Jon knew he'd have to finish her off sooner or later, just as Gilgamesh had said.
Still, Jon Snow had a silent hope that that time would come later rather than sooner. The very thought of betrayal itself made him feel sick down to his stomach.
By pure coincidence, and perhaps with a stroke of luck, Snow had stumbled upon the King of the Dunes whilst on his own trek to Dante Town. Unsuprisingly, the King greeted him with a passive and rather neutral demeanour. Jon did swear his allegiance and temporary fealty to the sand-king back in the Barracks, after all. Indeed, Gilgamesh had uses for him, and Jon Snow was just about alright with being used. Being a leader amongst men in his own world, Jon had to learn how to follow before he could learn how to lead. Even if Jon didn't entirely trust this Gilgamesh to be a good king or even a good man, prolonging his demise for as much time as he could was his main goal right now. Jon Snow wasn't a man to fear death; he'd stopped dreading the very thought of it so long ago. But he wasn't ready to die just yet. Not like this. Not now.
"Yo, Snow! Quit with the dramatic monologue and start hauling ass a little!"
Jon grunted quietly, glaring towards the small, plush pouch that hung at the Kings hip. Unfortunately, King Gilgamesh wasn't so lucky when it came down to the weapon he received during his transportation. Where Jon had been granted a weapon he was vastly familiar with and comfortable using, the King of the Dunes had been given... a toy? It looked to be some kind of horse, though it was weaved together with a soft cotton and smooth fabric. What was even weirder to the bastard was the magic property it held to somehow speak... and for a simple toy, it seemed to know quite a few things. It gave Jon a strange kind of vibe.
Gilgamesh was quite a few steps ahead of him already, and Jon would have been more than able to keep up to his pace if he wasn't carrying a dark-haired woman on his arm. The woman's leg was quite clearly broken, so she couldn't walk naturally without support. She'd refused Snow's assistance at first, stating she could walk just fine on her own, but a few agonising tumbles-over later and she gave in, allowing Jon to carrying her slightly in her stride.
"Ughh..." the woman groaned, wincing and creasing with pain. Even with Jon's help, it still hurt her to walk. The bastard glanced over to her briefly, inhaling sharply as he looked back in front to Gilgamesh, who was still leading the group in a slow march.
"Your grace..." Jon called out after him. The sand-king arched his head slightly to look back at his servant and the woman who latched onto him, looking at them in silence. "We must stop. The lady needs a rest."
The King sneered faintly. He didn't wish to have to allow it, but he also knew that denying the request for a break would only bring him Jon's disdain and disapproval. Lips curling outward, Gilgamesh gave a silent nod of allowance as Jon returned a thankful gaze, before crouching down carefully to set the woman down in a comfortable sitting position.
"I'm fine.." the raven-headed woman huffed, waving Jon off slightly. "Let's kee- "No" Jon cut her off almost instantaneously. "You're not fine. You're in pain" Snow protested. And she must have known he was only speaking truth, how could she be so arrogant and blind to it? She looked as though she were battered and bruised all over, and she couldn't take a single step forward without slipping forward onto her front and screaming out in agony. Did she not feel it herself? Jon just didn't understand.
Perhaps it was just plain stubbornness, on her part.
"I'll live..." the woman continued to argue. Jon shook his head faintly. "Not if we don't stop, you won't." The young lady fell deathly silent, after that. She simply had nothing she could say at the back of her mind to counter it.
"So then... my knight in shining armour" the girl decided to break the quiet after a momentary silence settled in. "What is your name?" Jon glanced away for a few brief moments before responding to her. "Jon Snow" he uttered. King Gilgamesh still waited patiently ahead, he as well as the pony having fell rather quiet. His arms were folded across his chest, and he took occasional long stares back at his two followers, clearly itching to get on.
"Hrmmph... Snow..." she let the name roll on the edge of her tongue for a few moments, hugging her arms around her carefully. Jon stared down at her with his head slightly arched as she took a deep breath inward, as if to say something. "Blackfire. It'd be your highness to you, though."
Jon's brow raised quite high. Your highness? I'm travelling with more supposed royalty?
"Your highness...? the bastard questioned her with curiosity. "Did I happen to rescue a princess?" Jon spoke almost teasingly. A slight grin spread across his lips as he delved into a rare moment of humour. "A queen" Blackfire corrected him with a guffaw. Jon's faint smirk remained, but slowly disappeared as he craned his head to look behind him.
A bright light shimmered through the dense forest trees, the sky having flared and lit up in an orange-ish hue. Sunlight. The first crack of dawn. Jon let out a short sigh of relief. They'd held out until morning, and both him and Gilgamesh stood unscathed and unharmed. That gave the bastard a silent shred on hope and resolve that he could make it through this. His willpower, heart and courage just had to stay in the right place.
He turned to Gilgamesh. The King also his eyes fixated on the rising sun, the stars beam shimmering proudly from the reflection of his golden-plated armour. He still stood with a proud and noble posture, just as always. The horse toy stuffed into the sack must have drifted off into a snooze, for the faint, muffled sound of snoring was audible from the inanimate pouch shackled at the Kings side.
Jon looked back down to Blackfire, opening his mouth to speak. "Are you ready to keep moving?" he inquired, blinking a few times. Blackfire glanced up at him. "Yes, yes" the Tamaranean Queen pressed her palms against the ground as she spoke, slowly trying to bring herself up to her feet on her own. "Don't bother helping me. I can do this on my own." she winced slightly as she began to steadily stand up, and very nearly fell back other if it wasn't for Jon rushing back to her aid.
"Your highness..." he sighed, casting one arm over her to support her. "Let me help you. Please." Blackfire sighed deeply, closing her eyes for a few moments, before silently nodding, taking careful steps forward in rhythm with Jon's own.
King Gilgamesh had caught onto Blackfire's sudden stand, for he'd walked quite a few paces further ahead of them already. Jon gulped as he slowly came to a realisation that the Kings earlier words may have been the truth; Blackfire was injured, a liability. Could she still fight like this? Jon doubted it greatly. Sooner or later, Jon knew he'd have to finish her off sooner or later, just as Gilgamesh had said.
Still, Jon Snow had a silent hope that that time would come later rather than sooner. The very thought of betrayal itself made him feel sick down to his stomach.
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