Oh My Goddess! - Valkyrie's Eternity
Volume III
Axes II
Jora couldn't help, but feel her encoded heart flutter, as she watched the opening act of the Family Favor, initiate off a terse 'Lindful' grunt, towards her on knees Confessor. After what she'd already was told, of what the Plan was for the Favor, Jora found it as equally amusing, within her poker faced soul, as did three others watching. And already, a kith unborn, within Ishara's celestial womb, 'knew' somehow, just as equally. How was better left in favor of Heavenly beings being 'that' advanced, verses mortal infant versions. Truly, even Jora left such well alone. This as she saw Ishara and Frode, look on, in rapt interest.
All the same better, given the sight, that just makes her remember what whence came before, of a history that was filled with awe, consternation, tragedy, wonderment, and especially, for Valkyries most of all, victory.
Ishara sensed and looked over, as Jora began to...
A craggily, rock pillar strewn landscape, that looked all of erosion claiming the last breaths of victory, over the mountains, that once they eternally were. Such that forested carpets of greenery 'aided', by casing domes of trees, shrubs, more, as caps upon the ever shrinking pillars of rock. Some more adhering of nature's seed, better than others, that were more bare. A standard heavenly sky, plied over this scene, that was abuzz of nature, plying it's other natural game, across all sight. Most usually done upon this extended 'Plane', as per magical versions of mortal kin, ever on Below. This version, on Aborea, all the better.
However, there was another form of 'erosion' at work here. One where a prior bare pillar, had been literally 'kicked' of half its mass, in the past hour, or so. A timeframe, somewhat lost, as a Valkyrie on an eternal mission, kept up her harsh training standard. All such demonstrated, as her massive Axe, slashed through. Yet another boulder of size, that had been kicked at her!
Her ever present 'single' winged companion, Spear Mint, looked cocked at the ready, as intense looking as her originating mistress, ever was. All the while, a good spread of rubble, from the remains of the still somewhat high rock pillar, lay about the 'One-Wing' Valkyrie. And the same looked to cause more, positioned with her Axe, settled calmly in her right hand, her body positioned towards her 'foe'. Thus, as the Valkyrie Silver Wings just demanded calmly. "Again...!"
On top of what remained of the result of eons of geological formatting, and erosion further, prior to this 'stark' version, another Valkyrie of white spiky hair, looked down at her Sister, of disheveled steel blue mane. The same that Jora judged, of Lind's jumpsuit, all smudged of all consequence of training's merit. (And demerit, Jora worried some.)
Such that Jora just comments down... "You'd better stop now."
Lind listened, as Jora chided her Sister of equal Wing's rank. "That's a Grade Fifteen battle Axe. You're going to ruin your body."
Lind pulled back, to a passive posture, and looked at her rather wicked looking Axe. This as a Valkyrie was truly 'tied' to her Axe, for more reasons that one, withheld here. Such Lind simply quipped, after a silent moment of tactical reflection... "My mistake."
Jora then watched, with growing exasperation, as Lind plain thunks her Axe blade, into the already punished ground beneath her, and then promptly reformats the Axe, into... 'This one.' ... 'Grade Eighteen.' ...Jora mentally accents, on her own end of recognition, as Lind lifts the Axe to inspect it.
Jora once again just sighs, realizing the obvious, as she hold her hand to her head, bemoaning... "You know that I won't be responsible." ...such that Lind is already reset into her strict training mode, one Jora had fruitlessly attempted against for so long, and now just helps her family member, see the goal through. One both were readily aware of, as Jora just begins again, by KICKING a large missile of a stone, and then others in rapid succession!
Lind in turn...
"More!" ...as the first boulder reaches, to its demise.
"More!" ...and another...
"More!" ...further of granite wreckage...
"Come out..." ...yet another, on the fore swing...
"...why won't you come out...?" ...as rocks fly all about her!
Jora just keeps kicking them at Lind, as a renewed mania of a One-Wing's quest, yells within her all too focused mind, again, as two more, accented with... "I need to try harder..."
And then another rock to an Axe demise, one too far, as it turns out, to sight and yell of...
"Silver Wings!"
Rubble just finishes spattering everywhere, as Jora just outright shoots behind Lind, ala mini-goddess mode, as Lind and Spear Mint, both see to a rather certain hazard, as up, and off to their left, a goddess within the ever equal stiff mode, of the Medical Section Head Councilor... "Mother."
"Councilor, to you." Ishara outright corrects, Lind nodding. "Apologies Councilor." ...as Jora behind Lind's neck, tries to look small, as she even tries to hide her face, within Lind's hair. Not that Ishara has any of that, as she floats near swiftly, and then promptly double-snaps her right fingers impatiently, causing Jora to pop back to normal size. Thus a mother makes at least one daughter sweat under gaze. But not so much the other.
Ishara just makes it clear despite. "Thanks to you both, the Earth Sprits made a formal complaint, against your use of this area, for your... training." ...the last leveled squarely at Lind. Lind tried to be a perfect poker face. The quiver of her lips gave it all away. (As did the sight of Spear Mint, suddenly making 'herself' smaller, behind Lind's back.)
"Ah..." Jora tries to start, with a raised finger. Another stare from Ishara, shuts her up. As did Mercy suddenly appearing on snap whim.
"Understood." Lind replied back instead, such that Ishara, with an arm folded Mercy watching, just decries. "Apparently your last dressing down by your Father, regarding this matter, didn't bother to pay your heeding of it."
Lind just stiffened further. "Permission to speak candidly." ...as Ishara blinks dryly. "At least you adhere to decorum this time. Granted."
Jora looked between the two, pensive as ever, considering this one subject, as Lind just states to her own regard of station. Such that Lind imparts, in an austere mode... "I already informed War Section, of where I would Train today. Plus, as I already told the Training Judicator, I stand firm in that my Training regimen, as such is of my own accord."
"Oh really now?" Ishara outright accuses back, even Jora comically uneasy, of what 'that' means. The betrayed blush on Lind's cheeks, saying such 'as well'. Ishara just holds her own head, and shakes it, as Mercy maintains her mistresses' accusing eye. A mother just lays it out, of notable mode now. "As if no one in Heaven, isn't aware of what happened 'that' day. I am not a fool, of no less."
"Even if it was romantic, of the Angelvine." Jora cracks in, to a dry sidelong glance, from Lind. Ishara just adds in, with a furthered twin stare. "To think 'that' soul, would affect one of us, in this measure."
"As I said, I owed it to him." Lind just states back. Ishara blinks, and snickers. "Such I keep witnessing, of his injuries, when he enters Medical daily." ...this Jora suddenly rather rapt, as much as Lind listens passive. Ishara even adds, for her own exasperation to lent release of. "He just this morning, had to be healed up of third degree burns, from an attack General Hirund used. Strangest cursing from a mortal, I will ever keep hearing."
Jora just blares out, finally to a question she'd been wondering of, for some time now. "How is that bloke, mortal?"
"Because we do not bleed, like he does." ...this Lind suddenly regrets, on espousing, and then in turn, being eyed by both fems of goddess family magical mode. Ishara just smirks back, pointing her fiddled gold, and silk-black medical stethoscope-akin device, at Lind. "Interesting, given he said of himself, the nigh same thing, today." ...such Lind blinks at. Jora just eggs it on further with... "Should we just lock them in a room together, and leave them to it?"
Ishara just glowers plainly at Jora, before she offers to Lind's consternation. "Perhaps." ...before she then attends to her prior duty here, and chants, with a stiff snap of her fingers. ": Repair the damage, of Training gone too far, for the natural state that all once, will be again. :" ...causing all the rubble, to suddenly snap too, and reform back where all whence was, prior to Jora's assistance unto Lind. This as one pillar is repaired, and then seventeen more are, in snap succession!
Jora just claps impressed, as even the pillars that had not before, are grown of green capped foliage, all to ensure the Training would not involve these natural constructs, again. The message was clear enough, to even Lind, as Jora semi-woots out. "Nice work Mother!"
"You still get five demerits." Ishara quips, to Jora's sudden near facevault, the mother adding. "To both of ye. Commander's Phosus's insistence."
"Understood." Lind just replies, Ishara just muttering... 'Too much of her Father there.' ...which Lind retorts back as lightly as she dared to measure. "Is that all Councilor?" ...which causes Jora to jerk a look back at her Sister. Ishara looks back as well, at her austere daughter, and has none of it, even if a Father's attempts to vector away from Lind's current course, had clearly failed. Such Ishara decided to vocal tone. "Nay. Perhaps it's time to bring this out all, in the open." ...which tenses Lind up dearly, as Ishara just has Mercy lean in to effect, (such Jora is quite bared of teeth.)
Lind then gets it, openly. Ishara of terse note. "Your personal quest, while all well and good of basic note, has become a consternation enough, that even Lord Almighty has asked 'me', to intervene." ...which breaks a good gasp, from Lind, (Jora sure wasn't hiding hers,) as Ishara states it out, to waved arms where emotionally driven. "Daughter! Lind! You are doing all this wrong! Your current course of actions, is reckless enough to cause even Lord Thor to consider postponing your promotion to First Class!"
It's telling enough, when Lind closes her eyes, and gulps stiffly, to control her emotional turmoil, for that moment. Ishara got the effect, to be properly listened unto, this time. Such she used words Ishara 'knew' would be listened to. As such, she plied, with a lean back... "Perhaps you should know then, that when the ner was told this all from Njal, that he worried quite effectively, of your personage."
Lind's blush, wasn't going away. Jora however was heeding now, as Ishara sees this, and infers to... "And then he promptly told Njal and Seren, that he'd been told of his own same manner at times, to words of his teachers: 'Training is for 'me', him per say, just a stepping stone, for doing something good with it. Isn't that what the War Section, is about?'"
Jora espoused, just as surprised. "He said that?" ...Ishara nodding, looking primarily still at Lind... "If I guess correctly from this, he thinks, and I for one, would agree, that our duty as protectors of the lower realms and world planes, is what all Valkyries train for. Training itself, does no good, without the challenges, that Valkyries seek. The same 'he' sure doesn't back down from, from his mission logs, so far."
Lind blinks. "You've seen even those?"
Ishara nods. "Have to. Some of his wounds, and other details of merit, usually require me, of such. The same of Specialists Seren and Njal. Besides..." ...this as she thumbs behind her, at her restoration work. "...some of even 'my' filtered teachings to the Generals, unto him, allows him to do even 'thus' behind me. Not all training, needs be destructive."
"I see." Lind realizes, readily enough. One aspect that Lind wasn't adept in, mending magic. What since the Axe was too much, of her lessons. Ishara just sighs, shaking her head. "We, you and I daughter, have to get around to restoration program magic."
"If you say it is of merit." Lind relents a bit further. Ishara just wedges into that, as Jora snickers, with a second fat thumb back, behind her! "Merit, if even a mortal can learn enough magic, to conduct behind me! What other example do you require?"
And then the scene behind Ishara, promptly EXPLODES!
"What the Light?" Jora comically yelps, as they all suddenly have to shield themselves from a short term hurricane, of rocks thrown all about them! Mercy just DIVES back within, as Ishara just blanches in kind! "I just fixed all that? What caused... EEK!" ...as something is resoundingly SHOT over their mutual heads, to a second brutal crash, that collapses a couple more rock pillars on top of... something! Lind of realizing note... "Was that...?" ...as they then have to shield themselves further, from a second blast, one particularly 'wet' in nature! That was when Jora realizes... "I think the Generals are here!"
Ishara just blanches of a dejected nature... "Of such annoying fortunes!" ...as the three then note the sight, through a clearing haze, within such, a glowing format of armor effidice, manages to stand back up, once again. The sight of a white in white, Holia based Intracellic code shield, rotating around this one being, gives pause, to a trio watching, of about a hundred yards off.
"This is unexpected." ...one Valkyrie relents rather plainly. Jora wasn't the speaking Valkyrie here, as in succession, the armored mortal then jerks a look up, and is promptly attacked, by two goddess forms, that Ishara recognizes... "General's Mist and Hirund... and... utoh..." ...an inflection of the subject at hand, as General Rend, is quickly a part of the traumatic festivities, with a quick double prong assault by the two prior named Generals, both BLARED off, unto a Squire then crushed under an assault from an opal Axe wielding General Rend! Such detail is noted, as the mortal is fending off with all that he has, with a double steel sword of Ultimal proportions! This all in turn, the trio note the mortal swing-shove Rend's Axe off, to then quickly pinwheel in the air, to deliver a Holia empowered over-slash! One that Rend just reacts, by aura BURSTING the mortal away with, with a good follow up, of a resounding 'all-sides-at-once-assault', of much of the same earthen rubble, that comprised the crater, the two combatants both were in! They then 'all' see the mortal deliberately take 'one' side of the assault, to be pushed away, from the same spell assault, to escape a vector by! Sight is lost of the two, before split seconds later, a third empowered explosion of flame, just rocks the landscape!
"And the Spirits were complaining about you, Sister?" ...Jora yelps over to Lind, of whom in turn... "Impressive as ever."
Ishara 'heard' more, within that tone, as Jora then quips. "Well..." ...and quickly starts to follow one heck of a bang up fight! Ishara wordlessly does the same, though Lind notes that her Mother looks back at her, with a wordless smirk.
Lind just blinks openly twice, and then starts to follow as well.
The following spar that captivates a future General, once again, ever and again, drags in two more impressed witnesses, as a mortal just spends the next ten minutes, just flat out fighting off every measured advance the Generals make, while picking himself, time and again, despite some rather grievous wounds to the head. Ishara keeps wordlessly admiring the nanites at work, during all of this spiel.
All obviously too focused for a mortal, to realize an audience was watching, one the Generals in turn were 'more', than aware of.
Somewhere in the spar, Thor then shows up himself, to push the mortal even further with. Such a watching Medical Seat, just makes a mental note to complain to War Section about. Of course a War headed Thor was too pigheaded to note the Trio watching, of the same the General's 'steered' the Spar unto. Such that the words Thor usually prodded out of the mortal, of a beaten in Hammer, came across to Lind's lips, in reactionary hearing.
"Never give in."
"Wow." Jora quips, just as captivated. Ishara just shakes her head. "Hope that's taken the right way."
"I work even harder." Lind replies. Jora blinks in turn... "I don't think 'that', is what he meant."
"Oh peachy." Ishara bemoans of coincidental lexicon, as Lind just heeds only to sight, as a mortal recovers from another beat down, to keep fighting further with... "One day, I will be as strong as him."
Jora just smacks her own head. "Then take it all out on him, not the landscape, next time." ...as Ishara blinks, seeing something else, upon Lind's brow. And then all else entirely, as all of a sudden, everything stops, a new golden spell portal flare appears. One Ishara on sight recognizing. "It's Administrator Gaea. And that new goddess Apprentice of hers."
Jora adding... "Goddess Second Class Peorth, isn't it?" ...this as they look across a strewn landscape, as a mortal recovers almost immediately, when word of a 'Mighty' meeting, is demanded. Such a mortal bows to his teachers, and then outright accompanies of a second Gaea sponsored portal flare, such then in turn, four celestials of the War Section, then start to conventionally fly off, towards the trio. In fact, flying overhead, that Jora for one is wide eyed, when Mist shoots overhead, calling out... "Enjoy the show?" ...whit the sight of Thor stops above, for a split moment, before he too shoots off again.
"We got setup." Jora realizes blanchingly. Lind just feels her soul is flatfooted, as Ishara grinds. "Why those prodding twits."
And then one of them, smirks softly.
-Five kilometers back, in 'reserve'.-
"Was that necessary?"
Thor stops in midair, the Generals 'well' gone by now. Such that Thor had made a similar 'directed' pass, towards a Judicator that looked on, rather uneasily. Having accompanied, but dissuaded by a wife that handled the situation, unto Lind, Frode was caught up of the sights hard 'not to miss. His mood wasn't 'peachy' either, as a result. Thor just shrugs. "I was not a part of the General's plan. Whatever exactly it was. I only wished spar, unto one I am finding more and more difficulty, combating with each passing heavenly day. Such is to my glee, no less."
Frode remained pensive. He was no fool. "You are all seemingly determined, to attach him, to my family's lives."
"I did not start all of that either. Other than choosing the 'best' Cadre, he originally started in." ...such Thor's descriptor, fills Frode with mixed emotions. The Judicator however brings it up, despite a thing he dare not fully consider Said nonetheless to... "What if he falls, like before."
"What... if...?" ...Thor quite bluntly stares at the Judicator in turn with. Frode blinks, as Thor certainly puts forth, rather clearly. "You sir, are considering of demerit of Nidheg's vein. The what if, of things we Above, strive to defeat, of every day, we exist! Does your own love, lie at the brink of ruin, as well then?"
Frode saw where 'that' was going. The red in black council version of a jumpsuit of Valkyrie, spins about, as much as he does! Such Thor weathers the obvious retort of... "I know full well the merit of Love, of the strength of Goddesses, and Heaven beyond more! My worry, is the one that did the unthinkable, and exists again, to a course that 'could' do all as so, once again! For that measure, I worry such, what I endured, and you, unto my daughter that finds eye of what I once called..." ...he suddenly stopped, as the curse of the Protection Program, snaps his voice silent, once more! Thor just sighs, as he twirls Mjolnir about him calmly. Enough that Frode bites in annoyance. "You're being as impossible, as ever."
"And as hopeful." Thor amends. Frode blinks, as Thor plies to finish this converse. "After all, the impossible, is back amongst us. Maybe you should find more to look for there, than just the past."
Frode blinks, and then double so, when Thor snap vanishes from sight!
Frode just bemoans... "I hate it, when he does that."
-Time at the blink of an eye.-
The Valkyrie training barracks, not much different from mortal martial versions, that many armies, of many worlds, employed. A few of opulence of those verses, were in pale comparison, to the heavenly equation here, as beds of silk and gold trim, marbles and ivories that adorned nominal looking bed units, as well as storage lockers, standing and lying, overlain hovering works of each, literally, with pillows and mattress stuffing, of a stiff format, of angelic feathers, and cushions, that no goddess was remiss of feeling.
All this, for a cadre, that was seeing the end of its training days. One where Silver Wings of a familiar unit, came to mainly of habit, rather of mandatory now. Of such that a few familiar Valkyrian souls, were about, one of which was sitting on her own 'cot', of old measure, as she has a fluffy towel, after an Ablution, and a tablet of standard Intracellic technological fare, in her bare hands.
Such that another saw on approach, and quipped to 'neutral' hearing of... "Enjoying your work there, Ohtar?"
Lind just remarks, back, without looking away from her work. "Your elvish, is out of place here, Jora."
The said Valkyrie just shrugs, as she turns to put away her own Ablution kit, all the while Lind continues her report, primarily of Intracellic code speak, with mental applications, of sight details seen, unto an obvious Report. Jora notes this, without looking, for 'her' part. "You are sure taking your time, with that report." ...Lind just commenting back... "We were on Terios World Plane, for a mortal month. A lot happened."
Jora nods, looking through her disheveled as ever trunk, more to prolong the obvious, into the open. "Indeed, seeing a mortal war in person, is merit for imparting all details of it, for the betterment of training, for our sisters."
Lind just nods.
Jora then adds, still looking through her stuff... "Of course I already finished my report, using the standard 'plain' format, of detail." ...this Lind stops, still not looking up. Jora smirking in kind, also still not looking as well. "The account I gave, was more than well enough, for the dissemination, for the Generals. As I was understood, from hearing from them, on our return."
That made Lind look up. "You met with the Generals?" Jora looking over, as she stood, and smoothed out her jumpsuit. Such she remarks to 'that' detail first... "Feels good to be back in our old garments." ...Lind... "Sister..."
And Jora adding... "I'll have to get back in skill of Spar, with an Axe again." ... "Sister."
Jora further... "I mean after using Bows, for so long, I'm probably rusty." ... "Silver Wings Jora."
Said Valkyrie just smirks over... "What? Did you not have a meeting as well, already?" ...this Lind grinds out... "Nay... and you are avoiding my query."
"Like you are hiding the 'facts' of your report there." ...such is Jora's barb back, Lind looking away, more than enough of a blush, betraying through her usually tough as nails exterior. Jora just smirks, and makes some needless stretching motions. Such she knew Lind was annoyed by sight of such. Even with a hidden sidelong glance, of note Jora 'also' saw.
"It 'must' have been a mission." ...a separate voice injects, such Lind looks up, and starts to stands... "Commander Demesus..." ...such a belaying hand, from noted emerald maned Valkyrie. "Oh nay nay Silver Wings." ...this as the two of Silver Wing 'sisterhood', now note several others, of the old Cadre, are arrayed around now. The auburn hair colored Valkyrie sisters, gray and brown eyes respectively each, Hodir and Rota, the next closest. All present on relative cue of note, from their own various duties, all now here, at a moment where Demesus just imparts. "It seems your mutual performance together, with the ol pup, has met your final criteria each."
Yeah, not one face didn't react, as Jora quips of hollow tone... "Wait... that sounded like..."
Demesus then waves a separate tablet of pearl white, in her right hand. "Lord Thor has taken the words of detail, from the one you both oversaw, as reason to allow both of your promotions, to the next appropriate rank. License station of merit detail, from myself and Commander Phosus included."
Took a good bit, for the sudden rouse of clamored cheers, to settle down, around both sister Valkyries. The twin pony-tail Hodir of note. "Commanders 'and' First Class. Your family will be proud."
"They already know, we are sure." Lind looks over at a positively beaming Jora. Lind's austere face, still told 'enough', of all measure, as well. This Demesus then remarks. "All we need, to finalize details, is Lind's report, from your mutual mission action." ...this Lind blinks, Jora looking over in turn, to josh with folding arms. "Oh gee, that could take awhile." ...such Lind glances over dryly. Demesus smirking. "Indeed, one wonders 'why' at that."
"Is this necessary?" Lind blandly quips back, between the two. Demesus eyeing back, to growing amusement around. "Only if that biography, of the Squire is."
Lind reacts in kind, by plainly lifting her tablet, to Demesus. "One would rather find this of good for the Section, a standard of large scale military tactics, and a good example of diplomacy, amongst other details, from Silver Wing Jora's, and my own time of presence, amongst the said mission of impart here."
Herjin just noted, with a wipe of her black and brass colored mane. "Wasn't all just to keep watch over the mortal's activities?" ...this Demesus smirking, as Jora in fact, returns of a awed measure. "It should have been, but... isn't the report open for the Section to read?"
Demesus cocks her head. "Hence another reason we need the Silver Wing's report." ...and a glance back at Lind, whom maintains her stone of austere facade. Demesus in fact, making a parade rest pose, with her own tablet, behind her back, a gesture that Demesus backs up with, (such is her trap,) "I mean the mission couldn't have been all that important, to merit such detail lavishment."
"And the lives of a world, that the Squire saved, does not deserve my full respect?"
Lind suddenly realizes, what she just said, as Demesus just remains unmoving, the same of her endless smirking expression. This as her fellow Valkyries suddenly become rather rapt, as Jora just sighs, and for her part admits. "Plus seeing a full army on that ash plain, against that Dark Sorcerer guy he fought down in the end... Wow, what a fight."
"The fool had it coming, after all the sorcerer did." Lind accented, which really got the curiosity train going. Lind then looks up, and sees Demesus 'still' upon her same pose, essentially egging it all on. And since Lind's dander was rising as well now, she prods out. "Perhaps we should use this all, as an excuse to train in other weapon types, besides our Axes." ...this making a comical retort from Rota nearby. "But I like my Axe! Besides, even if this mortal led many of us here, in that Training deal, that one time, what merit of it, is his actions, on us of the Section then?"
And Demesus got the reaction she really wanted, another of the General's hidden, yet alluded to prodding, from Einherjar Fields afar, when Lind embellished... "Then pay heed, if you dare wish to listen." ...as she outright taps at her held tablet, whence a detailed holo-representation sequence begins.
A story is told, where a mere mission to investigate demonic abuses on the Terios World Plane, turns into a enlarged battle action, against a deranged Dark Sorcerer, that held a whole world, under near formal terror. And whence in a mere two month period, one to survive by, including a near lethal escape by aid of an eleven pair, the other to rally a populace against abuses that could not be allowed to stand, all turns into another world that sees an armored hero, lead a rebellion that literally does save the world of Terios, in the end. (For some reason, megalomaniacs love to try and destroy the worlds they abuse upon. No matter what world plane.)
Jora lends details, where appropriate, but Lind ends up doing most of the talking, demonstrating both resolve, that a Valkyrie Commander is known for, the same Jora proves as well, here, but also, one where serious hints between two souls, were essentially confirmed. Only Lind, doesn't 'see' this, as 'word' of this Tale, is 'heard' over Network, for a populace of Heaven to find exacerbating awe, for one that 'wasn't' of heed to witness the Tale.
He was already under Preparation, further missions. Ample distraction within a temporal chamber, to be had. Thor made sure of that.
The Tale however confirms unto two other details.
One: That a Mother was 'proud', to have been wrong, about the conduct of a mortal, under her own Daughter's eyes.
Two: And a Father, that wished a Protection program, could be rendered null. Future accomplishments, would come to exacerbate this, as well. As it was, he could not give a wish, unto himself.
And such as did of certain measure, that a Valkyrie, had a standard set, to defend one that she already saw, required defending, when all such was felt of her requirement. Such a detail, even Jora wasn't spared, as the days of Second Class, became First...
-A prior celebration...-
Lind watched, with her parents, amongst a crescendo, of a well wishing throng, as a Sister had her First Class promotion ceremony. The second of the year. This as Jora waved, jumped and acted all unlike a Valkyrie, as Almighty offered, of a booming, mighty tone.
": To all that know now. Her Ladyship, Valkyrie and Warrior of the goddesses of Heaven and the System, has now achieved, and furthermore be named of the title of First Class to the System and to the Heavens itself.
With all grace and authorization, here thee I name you, Jora of Valkyries, as such. Be proud and be joyful, for the bounty you have made for your name is one that stands as example for all others to follow and ascribe unto.
To this, you are titled and promoted. Congratulations thee of the First Class in name of Jora.:"
The engrossed cascade of sheers, amped up enormously, as Lind just quips. "She beat me first, after all." ...as a still Second Class Silver Wings, claps readily away with. Ishara all the same, just jump cheers like crazy! "AYE! YOU GO VALK GIRL! WOOHOO!" ...such Frode just smirks over, before looking back with pride.
A Father then imparts. "I hear the 7th Host, has already tapped her, for the command fast track."
Lind blinks over. "A mighty fine posting." ...this Frode just grunts over. "Too bad it's only her there."
That begot quizzed looks over, from Lind and Ishara, as Frode, once again, has to keep his tongue. All such after, the cheering keeps swelling, well after time it seemed needed. That being the accomplishment rewarded, for a life of hard work, already so far.
Lind for her part, kept her own cheering counsel, as she noted of a strange tryst of hearing... 'Heaven honors, no matter what the course. Keep such in mind milord knight. The Squire evolving shalt see much of this, this I promise.' ...that was uncertain, if she was 'meant' to hear, or not. She wasn't the only one that apparently 'heard', why was never to be truly investigated upon, for the fact the 'next' thought Lind has... 'Maybe we, should invite someone, to our own promotion, when the time comes. What do you think Twins?'
She 'felt' Cool Mint nod back, but not Spear Mint. Such Lind just sighed annoyed again. "Still not there yet."
"It'll come Daughter." ...a Motherly response, returns, that Lind looks over, and nods back at. This before she adds... "With help."
Frode blinks, his clapping only stopping, for a moment. All such returns, from time, that was still Jora's to enjoy.
-Time blinks again...-
": She intends to do what? :" ...comes from Freyana, amidst a Council Chamber, in formal session. And full wasn't the half of it, as a Mighty tone responds. ": Subjugate an entire Galaxy. Is my Word misunderstood? :"
": Rather the intent, My Lord Almighty. :" Adonis adds in. An accenting voice of Veli imparts... ": This cannot stand! The greed of that CEO is known to all! This course would put her at deliberate odds with us, and against all the Treaties! :"
": Indeed. :" ...a rare in attendance voice, of Frigurina remarks, all those seemingly bodiless voices, echoing off the pearlescent walls of the Holy Apex. ": What is Hild's intent here. Her aims 'would' be known, to cause a harsh response, from our parts. Such I am baffled by her aims here. :"
": Her Market Share, what horsehocky. :" ...Thor then adds in of tone, which makes for bewildered vibes, from the chamber. No less from Gaea and Peorth, looking on below, as they had been present to deliver the shocking news. The voice of Sir just dejects back, in disembodied vocal annoyance. ": You choice of that 'mortal's' tongue, finds ill use here. :"
": And in fact, a fine change of subject, at that. :"
And then the 'detail' of note, hits them all... ": Him? :"
": Belay that tone, out of turn, Judicator! :" Sir admonishes, though it's quickly defended by a loved tone of Ishara, nearby enough. ": Only if it stands we send a mortal, against demons of apparently High Class! :"
"Then the test is upon him, at last." Gaea of note, speaks suddenly. Sir attempts to assert control... ": Now 'you' are out of turn Administrator! :"
"Stuff it! We know what's at stake here!" Gaea just snaps 'back' in kind, in equal turn. A still 'teenage' enough looking Peorth next to Gaea, just gleeps... "Administrateur."
": Why do our concerns, keep revolving around 'one' recipient, of a Wish? :" Freyana spouts, more than a few minds in the chamber, noting the 'same' had been already said, of the same mortal, himself. A lot.
": Indeed. :" Frode just grinds, for personal, unsaid reasons. Such 'he' in turn, becomes of a focal point here, to impinge towards the Council as a whole, inclusive, when Frigurina remarks over. ": Indeed, indeed Councilor. :" ...which Frode feels a chill from. Almighty allows it, as the Second Seat imparts. ": If he were so weak, then the Wish would have 'never' have been allowed. Nor would all his prior accomplishments, become a moment 'you' find pride in. The same of your Daughter. :"
": Mind that, My Lady. :" Frode made no banter of hiding. And in 'turn'... ": Indeed Councilor. As if the rumors haven't reached even I, of my continuing Workings, replete afar. An example that has given great strength, to a Heaven, a Family, and our Ways, all in the same mode. All of just one still 'simple' pairing, that is a part of All we stand for, in Heaven. As such, the Second Seat approves of a selection of Fine Choice, that will become of merit. :"
": I hope... no... know, you are right. :" ...Ishara amends to that. Freyana, ever the dissenting voice, to mark such definition for the Council by. ": One should hope, what after the incident of Celestine, now this. One wonders if suddenly, our stable time, is coming to an end. :"
": No Ends, or Beginnings, ever truly... :" ...such Frode freezes in soul hearing, of a Mighty 'echo'... ": ...just pages, ever to be turned. Such one has turned now. Heed and Obey, Seat of the Medical. :"
Ishara sure straightened up... ": Aye, My Lord? :" ...as in turn... ": You will be instilling certain new enhancements, for the Lord Knight's, prior to his departure, after my Meeting upon him. Such will be the first, of many tools the young mortal, that will unfold the new page. After, we will await the results. Of more than we can ever expect. :"
": Yes, My Lord. :" Ishara 'nods' back, Network wise. This before 'she', and 'Frode', trade a Net minded 'glance'. (Being in separate sections, of the Lower Council seating, kinda imposed that.)
And then... ": Next on the docket, Councilor Edrish? :" ...as a Lower Councilor, in charge of keeping the meeting details, such of the head of the Secretarial Section. ": Aye, My Lord. Next up is the status of latest First Classes. :" ...as Net minded details, flow through the gathering, a good bit of a glow, attuned to certain Councilors that were of familial import here.
Frode and Ishara, for two, along with Thor, Adonis/Freyana, and a few others. Frode for one... ": So the Seventh Host has officially taken custody of Valkyrie Jora. :"
": Ah, Thurd daughter is smitten to Pandemonium Fortress Command Sector. :" Thor quips proudly.
": Smitten? :" Adonis quips, Freyana just blaring out comically, to all unwanted hearing... ": Stop talking like the mortal brat! :"
": Where's Valkyrie Lind's assignment? :" ...Ishara's voice suddenly blurts. In turn... ": I have a special meeting setup with her, to oversee her assignment, personally." ...which gave renewed consternation, to two parents. It's turned to a more edgy vein, to say the least, when Veli adds... ": Perhaps a proper assignment, will curb her violent tendencies. :"
": That is out of line, Lord Veli. :" ...Lord Thor outright stamps upon, then adding for actual measure... ": To quote my young charge, in fact, it is not like any one of us, is supposed to be the same of each other. Commander Lind has her own path. A page of her own. :"
": Hence her duties appended. :"
Two parents, just 'looked' confused.
From there, of the voice of Councilor Edrish... ": Next, we come to the matters of the coming Upgrade, of the System. Pertaining to our charges below. :"
": Oyah... this will take awhile. :" ...Thor bemoans. Such Freyana snaps out comically again. ": Stop that mortal babble! :"
Gaea, for one, just looked cutely pensive. Before she was prodded to begin...
-Blink, and time grows upon one and all...-
"Our own Rooms?"
Frode looked back. "Aye Jora, did you misunderstand me?"
"It is logical, after all."
Jora just looks back, at her Sister, and shrugs. "Aye." ...which made a present foursome of family, blink a bit, at their own vocabulary, suddenly. Such dissuaded, as they stand in a pastel foyer, owned by the head of the family, despite two elders, being of equal Councilor status, of each other's auspice. A cast pall of light, ever present here, as was the few nick nacks, that gave more feel, of lacking detail. One with three doors now, instead of just one. (Four, if you count the entryway, to move on with...)
This all, as a foursome, have a light little home welcoming party, as Frode gestures to both marble doors, that were smooth and not formatted of individualized details, of the two Daughters in presence. "Since your days of the Training Fields are done with, save for being teachers in the future, it's fair to now acquiesce a reward of your new Stations." ...as he then 'drops' two small, white, glowing Intracellic code orbs, into both Daughter's right hands, on the offer, not unlike dropping a set of keys, unto them both, of a mode.
Not that Lind or Jora look lay, from the explanation. Such even Ishara just shakes her head. "Your Father means to say, that you both can now reside in Brightwater. You may even move your Rooms, to another section of Heaven, if you so wish."
Lind just looks over at Jora, and shrugs. "I have no desire to move as such. Duties come first, before provincial concerns." ...though Jora just cracks out... "Says you! I've been waiting a long time, to have Goddess sleepovers, to party like all ever such should be!"
Frode just bemoans, with a red-black gloved right hand, to his face. "That sounds all too much of, your Mother's ancient mode, as a goddess lass."
"Let's find out honey!" Ishara abruptly says, as she comically all but about to snap teleport them both away suddenly, when behind them all... "Mail Chiamata!"
"Eh?" From the group, one not a part, as Frode sees of a white in white goddess, gown and hair each... "Ah, Goddess Second Class Eihwa, is it?" ...as the young sister to Peorth, just bows, as she holds a strangely out of place looking satchel, as if she 'was' of a mortal parcel carrier. Of course... "Si. The usual Goddess Room celebration, for first time goddesses, as you know."
"They still have this ancient custom?" Ishara blinks, as Frode starts turning 'blue' from the headlock hold, he is currently in. Such is rectified, via some childish looking hand slapping between the two elders, (to the unease of siblings watching,) as in turn, Eihwa pulls out tablet parcels, for Each of the four. Frode, for his part, as he readjusts his neck, while looking at his begotten tablet. "It seems old traditions, are an excuse to also send more work, of." ...this as Lind takes her own tablet, as Eihwa winks at her, which confuses the Valkyrie. When Eihwa finishes, she bows to a departure of. "Godetevi."
"Strange goddess." Lind quips, as Jora just looks over her own tablet. "Ah, my new duty log. All work and no play." ...which Lind quips over, plainly... "You mean, you work?" ...to a raspberry in turn.
For Frode and Ishara, their own usual fare of standard. For Lind however... "What be this?" ...as her own Tablet, has anything but usual information, upon it. A cramped foyer area, is less so for Lind suddenly, when a family looks over at... "Indeed, what is..."
"By the Holy..." ...Ishara and Frode in turn, as Jora describes of title, upon the tablet image... "Galactic Campaign mission and battle reports? Wait... isn't that where..."
"So this is what Lord Almighty meant." Lind quips openly, as is was suddenly obvious, to the other three as well. Such is the face slapped to Frode's head. "Give us all a break."
"The Lord Knight has been busy." Ishara quips, as in quick detail, much of the First Phase of the Campaign, is detailed. Such Frode even details, despite his ever present apprehension. "These Illuminarans, are an odd mortal bunch."
"Indeed." Lind just says, the others sensing 'more', in that word, once again. Such is allayed from, as Ishara then outright grabs Frode again, as prior! "He... hey! Ishara!"
"We were off, to live the old days of goddess partying! Ciao kids." ...as in seconds, Ishara blinks both elders away, leaving two siblings all alone. Such Jora shivers. "Still don't need to know that." ...such she then sees Lind shake her head, but hasn't turned off the Tablet holo-display yet. Jora smirks, as she then imparts. "Anyway, time for my own housewarming party!" ...as Lind then looks up to see Jora, in literal split order, unto chaos, formats her Room, via a split pulse spell, and then flat out shoots into it, with a sudden 'infusion', of fifty-something gaggle of goddesses, rapid fire, from the entranceway, into the Room, that all suddenly cause party confetti to puff out, from the Room. Some weird rock goddess music as well, to add flavor.
Lind just looks in bland reaction, as a door with standard Goddess-Valkyrie door monikering, just has the steel blue haired sister blanch out. "Ever an upstanding goddess, as there ever will be." ...before she turns to her own Room door, and makes a wipe of her hand, across her door, which causes her own monikering, to suddenly appear, of fluid sculpted fashion, of a double axe, single wing format of detail.
The Valkyrie just sighs. "Sometimes the 'attuned' nature, of our devices, can be invasive."
"You know it." ...which causes Lind to look back, and see... "Commander Phosus. Commander Demesus."
The flame haired former, just remarks simply. "Phosus, and Demesus, will do, our equal." ...as Demesus gives a cute two finger, right hand salute, to her winking right eye, at the brow. Lind just presumes. "Come to see the new Room? I don't have much to show, at present."
"Lead the way, anyway." Phosus just quips, as she then conjures a strange gift basket, of chocolate mints, and various wines, for a purpose Demesus espouses. "We should finally get to know each other, as friends."
Lind smiles, amicably enough. "Very well, but know I'm not all that talkative."
"Depends on the subject." Phosus prods, a good growl 'hidden' well enough, though Demesus just pushes Phosus forth, in reaction. "Aye, like how the next Training Cadre, will actually turn your hair gray."
"Like you ever help!" Phosus blares back, as Lind's opened door, just sees Lind shake her head, as all three enter a rather bare parcel of subspace real estate.
A few suggestions for a Seed to 'grow' the Room by, and some 'goddess talk', all set some things from there. A Tablet, Lind still held, kept being brought up. It just started a Spar, at some point, followed by more merriment. Eventually familiar particulars, from a Training Command, also eventually join in, such is Thurd's impart there. Hodir and Rota just keep pestering the triad Sepith-Glaud-Glinor, endlessly, Karra worse unto Lind, of a certain tablet. More sparring from that. Soon, a veritable Valhalla in a room, that Lind gets tips from Tsuyana, of how to 'decorate'. Again a mortal is impinged upon her. More sparring. And then a hidden light 'pact' that the group makes, against the consternation of Phosus, surrounding the absent ner. And then more sparring. Some song attempted by Soliana, the rest badly sign unto, which turns rather amicable eventually, before more sparring. Herjin and Hlad just having at each other, more than most. Lind then suggesting Bryna maintain her 'Sergeant at Arms' standing, which Karra prods cutely, at the two. More sparring. More drinking. More merriment.
Such a Room was christened. Such when Lind learned to smile, at the time.
More time blinks on, as the familiar particulars, begin to assert their places, of historic, earned modes. Intracel develops it's fine crop of effective, young goddesses. All showing tenacity, devotion, and excellence, in measures that define each goddess.
No less of a family, that sees Jora take her duties, with seriousness, and exemplary performance.
Lind, despite her duties to Intracel, as the oversight of Magical artifices, still uses all her apparent free time, to her personal quest. Not once does her Quest of the Twins, ever interfere with official duty. But few moments of free time, are not of this quest. The violence attributed to it, not even a family can dissuade her from. Eventually, this becomes just the manner of her being. Such somehow are 'not' a part of the missions, that Lind also is sent on, on occasion, though the mission logs, tend not to be for the squeamish, to read.
One only thing, it seems, ever interrupts these primary functions, of a Valkyrie's life. Especially on that last day, of waiting.
"Hiya Sister!"
Lind blinks suddenly, as much as an austere person does, at a moment like that. Such that she looks over, as Jora approaches, down the open aired, gilded hallway of literal holy, glowing surfaces, and gold gilded workings, all heck and gone over the place. Such a place, with a few interspersed random goddesses, of the Artifices Consortium, dressed in white and gold trim attire, makes the approach of one Valkyrie jumpsuited soul, unto another of same attire, seem out of place.
The glowing cascade of heaven's daylight, from behind Lind, from a planar wonderment, outside, still makes them both glow softly, of the heavenly beings, that they ever are.
As for the demeanor to go with... "Commander Jora."
Said spiky haired celestial, just floats near, with a cute twirl on arrival, that puts off Lind, a good bit. "Come now Sister, I am off duty, for the moment."
"I am however, not." Lind just grunts back. A light wind, gently played across them both, hair and jumpsuit tendrils alike, though it didn't help soothe Lind's demeanor any. Jora just bows. "My apologies, Commander." ...which is a mixed bag, of a response, one Lind just remains of her active duty decorum, with only a nod, in response.
"Feel like a Spar later?"
Lind just remarks back. "Perhaps." ...though Jora just smirks back. "Nay nay, I 'can' keep up with you. What with my own Spars, with Commander Iitra."
"I'd welcome the chance to test that."
"Still no go, on the other."
Lind stiffened up. Jora didn't press, both knowing what that meant. However what Jora saw next, that Lind had been staring at, for a while now, with little duty to append to, at present, is what starts the next conversation starter. "Is not those, the weapons of Tyr?"
The 'One-Wing' goddess glances over, and then back, as the level of the Sector they both were within. All were actually a part, of a set of multiple levels, that had various offices, and chambers, for all manner of the needs and wants, for the particular consortium here. A veritable Library of artifices, that were more than just physical objects, for spells that were not meant for nominal practice, or use, resided here, as well. Mostly of those cometh across, from the Multiplanes, when mortals, foolish, and brave, used of them, of accounted events. All for study, for Heaven to prepare, and evolve from better. All of such, along with standing areas, for pillar areas, that held the actual artifacts, that were the primary first thought, that all had, when the Artifice Sector was considered.
All apparent a form of lattice, as focus from smaller artifacts, lent to the more extravagant, and powerful, of apex. Certainly, artifact programs, both mundane, to the powerful, had place here. But sight lent to an open air zone, that was of a pillar, all its own mode. Contained within, the most powerful artifacts, that floated within glowing halos or white, and gold. A color aura that literally protected, of spell fields that were 'not' a joke to attempt breaching, items of Epic Artifact modes, one twin set of which, Jora and Lind were eying now. Lind just nods, sorta. Not even she, is completely certain. "As far as information, of that weapon set, seems to attest." ...this as eye see upon, a particularly enormous, twin weapon set, of a grand Master sword, and a massive Hammer, that seemed to be a mirror of Mjolnir.
"Gleipnir." ...is all Lind says, Jora eyeing over. Lind then offers... "Of what I can discern, however vague the information is, these weapons were apparently made by some progenitor to the dwarves, or their ancient kin long past. This when Fenrir was bound of Program binging enchantments, after Hild Fell, and then created Fenrir, as an act of revenge, during her creation of Nidhog. The Ultimate Destruction Program, I believe the enchantments eventually became."
"Woah..." Jora gulps, Lind nodding, then finishing, a strange form of a passive parade rest stance, for her part... "Apparently they were forged, after an event of Tyr, whomever he exactly is, as a trade of sorts. Tyr offered a sacrifice of his hand, right one I think, to pacify Fenrir, so that Hild would be satisfied, that Heaven suffered in some way, for her Fall. When however the offer was made, when Fenrir ate the hand offered, the beast was Program chained down, to the Program it eventually became. The energy, I think, released from the act, was collected by Lord Almighty, and given to the aforementioned precursor dwarves, to be then forged into these weapons."
Jora sees the two vast weapons, Lind amending, for her own reasons. "They were apparently Gifts, that Almighty bestowed unto Tyr, for the glory of his Sacrifice. If I am understood correctly, a good hazard here, mind you, that while these two weapons, of one name, exist, that Fenrir is remained bound, for all eternity. Such I imagine, is not well liked, by the CEO of below, of her pet so chained. The location of the Ultimate Destruction Program, however, was never discerned."
Jora nods, seeing then, of the strand of white silk, tying together at the hilt ends closest, of the twin weapons, held in a clasp, of a single white rose. Of such, Jora just comments... "Must have been one heck, of a brave god. Soul of any measure, to conduct all of that."
Lind feels her 'souls' within, blink 'both', at the same time. Such she finds her mind wavering again, towards one other. Long enough that she hears a mutter unrealized, before then a stiffer tone of... "Sister?"
Lind looks over, and makes a strange smile. "Apologies, I was... lost in thought again."
Jora knew what that meant, and was about to ask...
...and then Lind 'felt' the Ping from... "Almighty?" ...which boggles Jora's eyes dearly! "What did you say?"
Lind then responds back, instead with... "He's coming home."
Jora would have asked further, but Lind just flat out 'signed out', upon her Network duty log, for a 'lunch break', and then plain shot off, from the Artifices Section, to witness of first witness, of a grand return, from a Galaxy most victorious.
Jora begot what that was all about, as did Heaven, with the arrival, of the Illistrum.
And then those few days, of a triumphant return. A Spar that became a Dance, that made a family 'want' a soul to more and more, join them. This is not in formal words sent.
A mistake on a Lord Knight's part, seemed to reverse that, after the incident with Troubadour.
And then the Invasion, and the events that bound them all together, a step too far.
Jora: 'I never saw him again, for that longest time. The Lord Knight. After he left Heaven, with that mind that scared even Valkyries. I for one, was. I don't know fully, until now, why everything happened, the way it all did. For those years Lind did not have Lord Imladris around, her demeanor was returned to a point, it was 'like' the steel mind that I learned later on, had pushed my sister away.
And for a time, I was all but the only link, with my family, between Lind, and our parents.'
Ishara: 'I tried for some time, for Lind and Frode, my love, to acquiesce to each other, even one trying to force a meeting, to remind the each of them, of who they still were. What we still 'are'. It didn't work. Whatever happened prior to the fall of Lord Imladris, and prior to now, could only guess at, it caused a terrible strain, between Father and Daughter. Eventually, it all just stopped, the acknowledgement that we were family. For a time anyway.'
Frode: 'I take blame, only because of what was enforced onto me. I fully applaud now, what I once derided, for the fact of an 'exacting' existence, one that Reminded me of my old Master. No... remind is the wrong word now. What I see now, is, and I truly hope this time, ever shall completely be.
But for that time in between, there was that horrid Protection Program, for what I saw... twice, at that time. The second time, made me lose sight of my Daughter, as her goal of her twin selves, pushed her bounds, to the near breaking of her License, and her way as a goddess. I wonder if... no... what was, is the history, of my Daughter, that found a different path, most unexpected. One after another history, was all but completely forgotten.'
Ishara: 'One that 'may' have been planned by that wench Hild. Of just fate take its own breath, on us all.'
Jora: 'Who would have known, mortals really are all 'that' special. Wishes too.'
Ishara: 'Oyah.'
Frode: 'No kidding.'
-The return, after finding souls of Twin.-
A quiet walk, of the floating variety, was her rather at peace progress, as Lind left behind a rather boisterous Hub. This as she talks to her dual companions, both Angels present, for all to see. (And a lot of goddesses, Seraphim, Spirits, and more, were indeed seeing...)
"I think Heaven makes too much of these things, sometimes."
Lind then stops, and looks up, as Cool Mint, and Spear Mint, gaze back happily. Such showing the true merit, of the soul within. Lind just smirks back, through her austere shell, one that was loosening more and more, by the moment. Such a smirk, turns into an open smile. "One wonders why."
"SISTER!"
Lind just sighs, and turns to look, before she's flat out GLOM-tackled by Jora, and her own Angel Breath of Terra, unto the Twins, spinning them both about in midair! Jora then pulls her head back, and yell at Lind... "YOU DID IT!" ...ya know.
"So we heard." Lind just quips back, Jora blinking, as her somewhat stereotypical Angel, looks on. "You sure loosened up, in nothing flat."
Lind considered for a moment, as Breath of Terra, literally inspected around the Twins, in a cute, zippy fashion. Jora then hears. "As I told those in the Hub, after I arrived. I learned a reason to be different now."
Jora really wanted to ask. Boy did she want to. However (on cue,) Ishara then appears, and promptly does the same that Jora did earlier, as Mercy gloms all buddy like as well! This of course, before a Mother turns to her austere Daughter, and calmly... "You let a Mortal, use one of your Angels?"
"News travels fast." Lind smirks, Ishara blinking... "You're loose now."
"Just said that Mother." Jora, which Ishara silly slaps away with. Lind however quickly defends enough... "Keiichi Morisato turned into an ally of strength, and a lifelong friend. Everything we thought of mortals, is quite wrong."
Ishara just sighs. "Sure, defend all that, and scare a mother, to an immortal death."
"Is that possible?" Jora half jokes. Something in that, they halt of a twinge upon, but Lind pushes further anyway. "Life is all possible, down there." ...as goddesses and angels hear on. Lind espousing... "I see now why, Belldandy remains at his side. The same of the other Norns, and Peorth no less. Despite how unorthodox, the situation is, down there."
Ishara just thumbs her chin, mirrored by Mercy. "Hmm, might have to start looking into mortal sciences of bioformatting, once again." ...as another twinge flickers amongst the triad. One dissuaded from, when a stiff grunt, makes the three goddesses look back at... "Father." ...Jora whispers in shock, as Frode stands, simply, though uneasily. The reason why, of a Judicator's eye, lain upon a Daughter, rather estranged, to this point. Jora, just gulps uneasily, as Ishara just sighs, not saying anything.
She didn't have to. This as Lind turns fully, her Twins look in open uneasiness (heck, all the Angels were.) Frode however exposes his own angel, Loyalty's Belief, a 'stereotypical' male looking version, in a toga getup moniker, of the feminine goddess types, well known. All which makes for all amounts of shock attached, as Frode remarks. "At last, I can look upon you completely."
Lind blinks, as Jora gasps, never knowing that she had kept Breath of Terra hidden, for the 'same' reason, that Frode just espoused. Never any amount of shame, all rather of amounts of decency. This as Frode walks forward, and then proceeds to place a good stiff right hand, on Lind's left shoulder. Lind blinks, as Frode remarks. "Well done Valkyrie."
The Binary Goddess took it, for what it was worth. She reciprocates, and simply nods back. Such a family healing, had formally begun. (And such is Jora's tear jerking moment. Ishara no less.) This before Ishara recovers, and amends... "Come Daughter, given the situation you were enforced upon, we must give you a formal checkout. What with that creature, within you."
Lind nods, fully expecting, as the four begin to float off to Medical, Jora squealing out... "And you got to fight Hild? Ooohhh!"
"Patience Daughter." Frode quips lightly, Jora just bantering back... "Yeah yeah... so, we gonna have a party tonight?"
"Don't you ever work Jora?" Lind jokes back, which starts a gravy train of four, all Angels along with, that contained an all too long withheld sound, from the combined foursome. The first in nearly twenty years.
Laughter.
Jora: 'Lind was simply on duty, when the Tenshigui attacked. No prior talk, no prior anything. I was simply on duty at the time, myself. We all were. We weren't looking for anything special, to happen, from that one day. Who would? But those days after, it was like we could breathe around each other again. And... we started to remember. Maybe that was an unfair time, for one that was still living in amnesia. Living in sorrow. Who knows of us four, started thinking of 'him' again, first.'
Frode: 'Lind, my Daughter did. A Father probably all too soon after. Any four of us, of combinations of variation.'
Jora: 'You don't sound happy about that.'
Ishara: 'You know how your Father is.'
Frode: 'After what we know now, is it any wonder? I couldn't fathom... not even now, you both being burdened with that devil of a Protection Program. And yes, I said 'devil.' A curse it all was.'
Jora: 'Father.'
Ishara: 'Don't blame him. I do that, for us all anyway.'
Frode: 'Whatever.'
Ishara: 'The point being, we certainly were unhappy as a family, before Lind accomplished her goal. However I think that act, while certainly one that could have gone in different vectors, as far as our family story goes, couldn't help but trigger the reason it all began, in the first place.'
Frode: 'A good, and ill, that the future can't be read by us.'
Jora: 'Wouldn't have been as fun, if we could.'
Ishara: 'Indeed. Wasn't too long after, after the events of the Hagall Incident, that things got more fun, from there.'
Lind: 'Thanks for the push, by the way.'
Ishara: 'You know it goddess.' -wink-
Lind was floating, sitting all the usual goddess akin alike, as she looked over a few reports, concerning newly inclusive artifacts and spells, that were catalogued, and then stored away, never to be used again. (Hopefully.)
"Mortals." Lind chided, more than she intended to, before her thinking 'shifts' on her again. A moment too long of this, before she shakes at her head. "Stop that." ...which then causes her to look around, at the heavenly lit, oval chamber, that was artfully designed of some Intracellic styling, but otherwise, as simple, stark office room. A couple of tablet Padd unit, floated nearby, but otherwise, no other souls to be had.
This time.
Lind leans forward a good bit, into a cross legged, floating position. This as she rubs her head, remembering the moments where her train of being lost in thought, all truly against her nominal standard of strictness, had begotten her, quite a few snickers.
She wasn't certain why. For only a short while.
Memories began to 'tell' her, more and more detail, with each passing day, that she slept in ease, and comfort. Such that was finding her waking up, with her hugging at her Angelsoft pillows, and even one time, that Jora found Lind, doing 'more' to one, with her lips.
All to be certain, for the Valkyrie... "...against my will."
"Is it?"
Lind comically dumped her head. "Hello Mother."
Ishara just float-saunters in, such Lind actually accuses... "Did Jora send you?"
Ishara stops, after rounding to face Lind, where the Valkyrie Commander sits. "A Mother is ever one, of her own vices."
Lind just looked up, plainly. Ishara then adds... "Only because a Daughter, Sister to you, is concerned about you."
"Only." ...put rather pucked of lips.
Ishara just flits a hand to that, at Lind. "Oh come now, it's becoming hard, not to feel the vibes. Might want to be mindful."
Lind just looks away, at her floating tablets nearby. Ishara cocks her eye, as Lind imparts... "It is my own mind, that is being mindful, of me. The more the same, that I try to keep thoughts away from."
Ishara then giggles a bit too much. Lind slits her eyes over at her Mother. "I've heard that laugh before."
Ishara just smiles level, as she sits to her own floating posture, to match Lind's hand clenching own. "And I've heard your own unease before, of my own part. This of the days before my heart, was binded to your Father. Even of days where I was more constrained of him, than loving the same. A scale that soon tilted in favor of the latter, despite all misgivings I had."
"I don't like this conversation." Lind just remarked. Ishara sniffed a half-giggle, then added further. "So, thought it would be easy, to not have other things creep into your mind now, Daughter?"
"And now less." ...Lind sorta warns. Ishara plies further, leaning now with. "Your mind, has been on your goal for so long. Now what is there, to fill the void."
Lind isn't looking friendly. "I am happy, with whom I am now. Is there more needed? Duty besides?"
"Then why do you daydream so much?" ...Ishara spars back.
"I am..." Lind starts to object, but then 'feels' her forming words, actually reflect upon her actual License effects. Such that lies, do 'not' belong upon. Ishara smirks, as Lind holds her gloved right hand, to her lips. Lind instead remarks out, trying to maintain her own self imposed dignity. "I am losing my focus here."
"Or gaining another."
Lind then barks back, at her Mother. "What are you playing at?"
"What are you hiding from?" Ishara in turn. Lind just huffs to a standing float posture, and grinds out. "The spell library needs a check over." ...and heads on out. But not alone, in short order. Such all begins a strange spiel, where Lind actually uses her work, to try to hide from a Mother, all but stalking her. It's a cute enough scene, as Artifice Section goddesses, just spread word of Net-witness, as Lind flits between various areas of Artifice Section, to the point that Lind loses track of where she is.
Ishara doesn't, as she quips at one point, looking a... "I didn't realize Gleipnir needed checking." ...this making Lind look up, with a start. Ishara even adding... "Ever. Though..."
Lind doesn't see, further than from 'within'. "Why do I feel lost again?"
Ishara looks down, at her Daughter. "Pardon? I thought a Valkyrie, didn't run from challenges."
Lind was getting too much of an idea now, of what 'that' meant. She then relents, with a whisper, looking away from everything, in general... "Is... is he... even alive."
The next thing Lind feels, is something 'put' into her hands, making the Valkyrie realize that her Mother, had rounded to be in front of her. Such she didn't realize her mind had wavered 'again', such she is focused upon a small glowing blue Intracellic code-orb, along with a Mother's pronouncement of... "You're on Leave from Duty, Medical Section Seat's orders."
"Mother?" Lind gaffs, Ishara quickly rejecting that... "Nay, you haven't had a proper Leave from Duty, in... uh... have you ever taken Leave?"
Lind looks rather bland, as Ishara just smirks, and tilts her head. A Mother details out, to effect... "Besides, you did impart that you wished for a vacation. Perhaps some old friends down below, will give perspective, along with some quiet time to think."
Lind sighs, then looks sidelong 'back', without turning her head, to the code-chattering cluster of Artifice goddesses, off behind them both. "Perhaps." ...though Lind the looks up, a bit too open than Lind expected, such Ishara sees, to hear... "What if I don't find what I am seeking."
Ishara shrugs. "Then what may be, will be. At least you will have time, to settle your thoughts before returning to Duty." ...this a Mother closes a Daughter's cupped hands. And then pats them, to add... "At least enjoy your time, on Leave."
Lind just sighs, and then nods.
When Lind leaves, Ishara then looks back at Gleipnir, and sees an odd glow from it.
"Not even a simple smile about it." ...another Daughter quips, on a sort of cue.
Ishara looks over, as Jora floats near. Seemed one of the family, ever was near another, at such times. Ishara just considers, then dissuades from remarking that a 'grand' inference, had directed her course, even the Leave Pass, Ishara had just bestowed. Instead, Ishara just remarks, as she adopts a floating parade rest post, looking at Gleipnir, for no other reason, than it was there for such. Jora floats to Ishara's right sight, as a Mother imparts instead. "I didn't smile at first either."
Jora nods. "At least we know of a simple kind, from Sister."
That was when Ishara sees the white rose, that tied the two weapons together, at the ribbon. Such it was lightly frosted over. A detail Ishara realizes, from a hint Almighty had bestowed, but only understood now.
"There will be more."
Jora just looks over at a Mother.
Jora: 'And then all those events, of the past few mortal months, starting with that battle that returned Imladris to us. Yes... us. And yes, our story, seems to be tied, to this one bloke. All now that I know that Father was a Pupil, under my own Master. Ours. Now that Tyr exists again. My memories here keep reflecting in this vein, given there are so many others, that do not contain Imladris, of any mention.
But perhaps they 'all' are, after all.'
Ishara: 'Yes.'
Frode: 'Strangest full circle Existence could have come up with. But then again, it seems my family, was destined to be related to the Will of Existence, after all. My Master sure will be mad, that this may end up the case. The current version, beyond memories, that makes us laugh, moan, everything that gives character.'
Jora: 'More of a headache, more than anything. But also a lot of joy, especially that day he Confessed. Oooohhh! I want a Grand Love like that!'
Ishara: 'One disastrous relationship, at a time. Such when we close all full meaning, of this one here.'
Jora: 'Once the blowhard gets it, what Lind is intending.'
Frode: 'Aye, he was always thickheaded in one way. Realizing his truth. The 'Imladris' before us here. I think Tyr, my Master, was no less. Of course he never allowed himself to ever Love another. A lesson he taught so many, but never experienced in full turn.'
Ishara: 'I can, in a way, see why. In another, it seems, we need to cave his skull in with, to make him realize by.'
Jora: 'I still say hogtie the sucker down. ...what? You know this is all too complicated, and all.'
Takano just blinks. "No kiddin."
Keiichi just rubs at his head, as do many others around. "Man, too much info, in a few seconds." ...as time apparently, 'was' still at the moment after, as a Knight kneels still, everyone watching, as a General before him, just looks anything, but romantic.
Off this, Ishara, Frode, and Jora, all glance over at Almighty and Frigurina, no motion otherwise given, before the three look at each other, and nod. Such Lind all too well feels, upon a 'closed' Network feed, one that only a kneeling knight, does not have access to.
But only him. As remarked by, when Belldandy takes a hold of Keiichi's right hand, her left still gloved version, into his own.
"We are about to see something truly special."
That moment, before it begins, Keiichi just quips... "But Big God dude did so much work here."
Almighty just holds back his laugh.
The sound of such, instead starts from...
(End Axes II - Vol. III)