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TW: Gore, Deceit, Fighting, Religion, DND Themes and possible sexual undertones/scenes. TBD

Mateo Fedorov wandered the shores of the Ledyanaya cape, an activity he was not particularly keen on even in the late summer that it currently was. At least the lowlands were warmer than the peaks of the city, but it wasn’t like anyone stayed outside all that much when it got truly cold, and Mateo swore these waters never got warm at all. It was still better than staying at home though. Ever since being chosen as the aspirant for Dellos it felt like his life had been turned upside down. He was old enough to have been a part of the Unity Faction’s grab for the district, and everyone’s life had been turned upside down after that, but for those inside the new district? It was for the better, undoubtedly so. But that had been a community thing, as most events were under Dellos, with everyone rallying behind Miss Sophia and fighting back against the Tech Barons that had been squabbling for the sector after Tech Baron Razumnyy fell. With what Nier had done before that, the two remaining Barons were careful not to push too hard, especially for an area that was effectively part of the slums. blankspace

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Mateo’s situation now though? That was entirely personal with everyone looking differently at him now than they had before. To him, it wasn’t like he’d done anything special, just tried to pitch in and help wherever he could, something that every follower of Dellos should be doing. That was the whole point right? To form an actual community that served everyone rather than just the Tech Baron that sat at the top of the company. But Miss Sophia had called him out one day at the concurrencia. It had been so weird finally seeing this woman that was younger than him who everyone looked up to, who he looked up to, saying that he was not only someone who could follow Dellos’ teachings but enact their will. The clergy had been surprised of course, but it wasn’t like anyone was going to speak against the living prophet that was currently guiding them of course. So in one day, his life changed. Things had been… interesting after that. For all his life, granted 22 years wasn’t all that much of it, he’d been planning to follow in the footsteps of his father. It wasn’t a fancy life, but every inventor, aspiring or experienced needed parts, and casting metal into the small parts that made up their intricate designs paid well. Granted it wasn’t much of a craftsman job, certainly not as the values of the city were concerned, with the simple repetition of pouring into molds as orders came in not matching up to the lofty ideals of innovation that the city held so dear. But, it was honest. Simple and there was still something special on his father’s face after a job well done, after fixing a part that could have been deficient before the client even came to inspect them. blankspace

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Now instead Mateo was being trained to fight. To kill really. The clerics training him said it was for protection, both his own and the people around him of course, but it was one thing when your faith materialized to smite someone, it was quite another to thrust a glaive into someone’s insides. Hence the walks. He was able to pass them off as meditation, as trying to seek Dellos’ will and voice inside of him, but really they were just the only escape he was allowed, however briefly. Occasionally he wondered about running off and joining the Carrokovo tribes that ran the tundra, but even if they didn’t gut him on sight it wasn’t like he wanted to abandon his family or anything. So for now he just walked the shoreline, the warm wind carrying an icy enough spray to make him uncomfortable, though not unpleasant enough to force him away. For one unlucky bastard Mateo’s misfortune was likely the only thing that saved him that day. About halfway through Mateo’s walk, just when he would normally turn around, he decided to go a little further than usual, to extend the walk just a smidge. There he saw another man, laying face down on the rocks, his body still half submerged in the cold surf. Mateo ran as fast as he could to him, hoping that his face hadn’t been submerged as he lay unconscious, or at least that it hadn’t been so long as to cause any lasting damage. His fit body got him there quickly enough thankfully, Mateo hauling the man out of the water as fast as he could, carrying him to what he hoped was at least a softer rock. Following the basic aid training the clerics had been starting to teach him, Mateo checked the unconscious man’s breath, getting close enough to feel it on his cheek if it was still there, all the while watching his chest to see if it rose and fell. blankspace

19:00

After about ten seconds of trying, Mateo was beginning to panic, the possibility that he may have been too late and that this man he was trying to save might already be gone. Springing up, he began to pump the slender chest of the unconscious man, marveling at just how tall he was as he moved down. With no time to gaze at him though, Mateo began to vigorously push down on his sternum, trying to coax some kind of semblance of life back into the figure before him. After the next thirty seconds went by, he began to become more and more desperate, his compressions going deeper than they should, his panic driving his ministrations more and more, the soft whisper of him saying, “come on, come on,” slipping from his lips unbidden as he desperately tried to treat this man. He had quickly lost count of how long he had been trying this, the tears falling from Mateo’s eyes obscuring the elve’s unconscious form as he simply continued away, headless to the burning sensation in his arms and the rasping in his throat from his labored breathing. Eventually, it was too much, however, with the shooting pain running through his muscles causing them to quiver and tremble until he couldn’t push anymore. Mateo collapsed on his first patient, his silent sobs competing with his rough breathing as the words that fell out of his mouth never stopped, the mantra of Mateo begging this mysterious man to live never ceasing, until Mateo fell unconscious himself, a fuzzy golden light seeping into the dying man’s chest the last thing he saw as his eyes closed. @𝕊𝕙𝕒é𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕣

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‘BATTEN DOWN THE HATCHES!’ The wind whipped through the deck of the ship, splashing icy cold water over every inch of the exposed wood and drowning every man aboard The Trinity as it rocked atop the ocean. The ship had sailed into uncharted waters and truly crumbled before Lady Luck herself. The water mixed with the rapture of wind was a dangerous combination for a ship that had no business being out in water that deep to begin with. The crew called it a ship and to them, it probably was, but they had turned their sextant a little too far when charting their course, causing them to sail a little deeper into the ocean than they had anticipated. The crew consisted of five hearty men that from a distance looked like they had been sailing this very ship for nearly a decade or two, which is perhaps why the elf had placed so much trust in them to get him as far away from his home as they could. Then again, maybe he didn’t care if they had ever seen a sail before in their life as long as it got him away from shore. ‘STEADY LADS! BRACE YOURSELVES!’ Another large wave of icy water coated the ship as the five men scrambled to keep the ship afloat. The ruckus above was heard by the elven man, but he had been too busy packing his essentials in case the worst were to happen. Every belonging he had taken with him was packed neatly and tightly away into a sturdy leather bag that he strapped to his back before making his way to the deck. Jym had not been prepared for what he saw next. The sky was black as pitch, the lightning struck the water at odd angles and cast shadows on the already obscure clouds. It felt like at any moment a colossal sea creature was going to launch itself from the dark depths below and toss them all into the afterlife with one movement. If the man had any time for fear, he would surely be frozen to his spot with nothing more to do than watch as the storm tore their transportation to shreds.