She felt like she was heading to some kind of war. Armed with her bow and half mask. Geared for a struggle. Which in a way this would be a struggle of it’s own. She went to face the man who had helped make her life hell for many moons.
Pausing for several long moments as she stared up at the gates leading to Ishgard. This was it. This would end one of two ways. Her death or his. There was no other option. Even if she had to die she would do so to protect them.
The letter was still fresh in her mind. Threats against her mother and brother. Dragging her brother into something like this. They barely spoke as it was. Now his life was in danger without him even knowing. There was no one to protect her mother and brother but her. Especially since if she involved anyone else he had threatened to kill them. The noose was already around her neck. Now it was her choice on how this all ended.
Twelve be damned if she would let this end with the blood of her family on her hands…
Even if it meant her own death. One life for many. It was a sacrifice she was willing to make.
Destiney marched into Ishgard with a purpose. Straight to the Aurifore household. Now before her nerves failed her. Before she could second guess herself. While her resolve was still as strong as steel.
Thankfully the door was already part way open. A younger looking version of Lancefer with sea green eyes and tousled hair was on his way out. Destiney brushed past him without a word, leaving the boy looking a bit flabbergasted. Straight towards the study where she knew Vladislav would be. Doors banging open as she shoved them and stepped inside.
Vladislav looked up from his paperwork. Clearly not amused by the current level of noise. Though that expression soon became a smile of triumph as Destiney stood before his desk on the other side. Even if he couldn’t see her full expression with that mask he knew he had won. His prize had just delivered herself right to him. Without even considering he might be keeping guards after the incident with the trial and his son’s death. They waited off to the sides in the shadows. Waiting for his signal.
“This ends now, Grandfather. No more games. No more threats. Just you and I.” Destiney said as she reached for her bow. To hell if this would be a crime. He hid enough of his own crimes behind the money and power he had built in his lifetime. More blood on her hands was a small price to pay.
Glimpses of that day she nearly died. The feel of blood on her hands. Blood of men who had been innocent of the crimes she hunted them for. The aftermath she recovered for years from. Yet this time…
Her hands were steady as she aimed that arrow at Vladislav. If nothing else the Aurifore had made her stronger in hunting her. In accusing her of things that were not wrong. They had given her back the final pieces that had been shattered. No more suffering. Her eyes stared at him with their own steel as she waited to see what his reaction would be.
“Indeed. It does end here. Not the way you want it to though. You are a smart girl but you are easily thrown off your game when the lives of those you love are held in the balance.” Vladislav sneered as he raised a hand.
Those guards in the shadows moved forward. Destiney looked about in shock just as a shield slammed in her left arm. Her bow dropped with a cry of pain as she held the injured arm. Something in her arm had given with that hard smash. Her arm had been taut as the bow string. However they did not give her a chance to recover or call upon aether to help the pain. There was a sword point at her throat. Another against the small of her back.
“Take her away. She will be tried for her crimes. The latest being the threat of murdering me.” Vladislav told the guards. His expression was calm though his eyes glittered in triumph. “Use caution. She is also a mage besides a mere archer.”
Defeated… She had failed. Her emotions had let herself be caught off guard. The only comforting thought was that maybe now he would leave the rest of her family alone. She silently prayed to the Twelve to protect them. She cradled her left arm close as she let the guards roughly escort her away. The only signs she had even been in that room where the arrow in the wall and the bow on the floor.
She would end up in prison. Possibly at the bottom of the witchdrop. Yet rage still burned in her against Vladislav. However what else could she do. Teary eyes looked skyward as she was lead through Ishgard’s streets like a criminal. So this was how it would end… She had been so foolish to think she could stand alone against him. At least she had gotten to leave her goodbyes…
(The last couple of days between talks with friends and other things I’ve come up with an idea for Dest. An it continues the plot I had going with her family in Ishgard even. Two parts because it’s late. So this is mostly Dest’s departure. The good stuff will be tomorrow when I’m fresh. I’m feeling better even if still a bit sad. It’s… Hmm. A sadness that will take time to heal but one that might have been for the best in the long run. Only time will tell.)
One last glance. One last parting. Deck of cards and her linkpearl left behind on Rhisi’s desk. Maybe the cards would answer to someone else in time. A moment’s pause to slip something by Nate’s door. This was goodbye.
Thank you for everything. I’m sorry for this. For getting you hurt for nothing. If I come through this by the will of the gods… I’ll come back for this. So please hold on to it for me for now. You have been the most dearest friend I have never deserved. If I don’t return please… Find a way to be happy for me.
The gift he had given her from starlight carefully wrapped in the letter. If she wore it, it would sure meet a grim end. If she survived this… She was definitely coming back for it. She had cried more then enough tears since it had arrived. The letter that diverged her path from that of the people she had chosen to call family.
I’m sorry because I know you are head of security. And that you are protective of those you chose to protect. Please don’t feel bad for what is about to happen. Know I went of my own choice. Please do not come after me. I have to do this on my own. Thank you for everything. You and Raiden both.
One for Yuti. Sweet and caring Yuti.
Yuti,
I’m sorry I didn’t have a true chance to better help you learn. I’ve enjoyed your kind and caring heart. Please never change. Keep helping people. Keep being kind and sweet. If you ever have to seek out my uncle, Ricard Starkweather, for more help in studying. He taught me. Surely he’d be willing to help you if you mentioned me. Goodbye.
Thank you for all that you have taught me in the moons that I have been with the Order. I’m sorry I was never able to really get to know you well despite the time I’ve been with the company. I wish you and Oni many happy years. You are a strong woman and I’m glad to have gotten to work under you.
Another pause at Dusk’s door. Her hand lingering on the wood a moment before finally sliding the note under.
I hope you are truly right about the steel I possess. I’m about to test it to it’s limits. Thank you for all the talks. For generally being like an older sister to me. It has meant the world to me. Maybe if the gods are kind and I make it back we can deal with sending Leon on. I wish you well.
She couldn’t really leave one for C’lest. She remembered the woman was not able to read. That was disappointing. C’lest had been such a help to her. Had helped to try an teach her to defend herself. They had never gotten to finish those lessons. She also left one for Chloe as well. Thanking her and wishing she had had a chance to hear her story. That was something she had never gotten to do. Might never get to do now.
If she lingered too long they would stop her. They would try to convince her there was something else that could be done. This was something she had to do alone. Too much was on the line. This was her problem. She would not drag any more of her precious family in on this.
She paused at the doorway. One last look for however much longer she would remember this place. A place she had chosen to call home for so many moons. She untied the red string at her wrist before letting it fall to the floor at her feet.
“Goodbye… I love you all…”
Now. It had to be now before she lost her nerve. Or before the tears began anew. There was no more time. She focused on the aether to teleport herself away.
One last final stop. One last final goodbye. She owed him that much. Soren… Hopefully he would also pass along the note to Ikara.
Silently she left them at his house in the mailbox. There was no way she dared go inside. He’d question. She’d not have any answers she could give him. Like the rest of her family he would only try to stop her.
Thank you for all that you have done. Please… Just ignore Alexois. Please just stay out of trouble. I’m afraid I won’t be around to fix you up anymore. If you can please pass along the second letter to Ikara. I have to do this and I’m afraid of what might happen. So this is goodbye and I’m sorry.
I’m not sure what happened. I had not got a chance to find out. I’m so sorry I couldn’t say goodbye then or now. I can only hope someday you will forgive me. I hope I was never too hard on you as a healer. I just wanted to keep you safe and you have done so much for me. You have such a bright future ahead of you I’m sure of it. Please keep your chin up. I’ll miss you.
She teleported off again. She looked up to her house. It had been so neglected in all of this. She paused and turned around to look. Alexois was smugly leaning against the railing.
“Go away. I have no time for you.” Destiney said quietly as she turned to start walking in the direction of Chee’s house nearby.
“Well that is a shame. Walking to your death now are you? Shame. I would have liked to play with you more.” Alexois taunted with a sneer as he followed at a slight distance. “I got word of what Vladislav is doing. Here you thought I was bad.”
“Go away. Leave Soren and Lance alone. You’ve won. Just go away.”
Alexois raised a brow at her words. He casually shrugged though she was clearly not looking his way. “Just because you do this doesn’t mean I stop bothering them.”
Destiney decided it was best to just continue to ignore him. He had been haunting her with his presence for far too long. Unless he was planning to make a move he was only here to taunt and torment. She didn’t have time for him. Nor the patience.
She looked back and he was gone. Chee’s house stood before her now. One last letter. To her best friend and sister. She owed Chee this goodbye.
I’m sorry. I truly am. I should not be saying this kind of goodbye. Certainly not this way. I have to put a stop to it all. Grandfather has gone too far this time. I cannot risk anyone else in this matter. So I’m going alone to Ishgard to end this. Please don’t try anything. This is between him and I. I just hope someday you will forgive me for this. You have been like a sister to me. My best friend. I’ll miss you. Goodbye…
Arriving in Camp Dragonhead. Going straight to Ishgard would have been wiser. Yet she wanted to walk there. Time. To remember. To thank the gods for all that she had been given. Cerulean eyes looking off towards the distant spires of Ishgard. Towards whatever fate lay in wait for her there.
“It’s time for this to end. I’m coming Vladislav Aurifore. It’s time you and I ended this. For good…”
● Birthday:November 17th ● Gender:Female ● Relationship status:Single. ● Favourite color:Blue, Purple, Silver ● Pets:Tucker (Australian Cattledog Blue heeler), Tinker (Australian Cattledog Red heeler), Memphis (Husky) – All family pets not technically mine. ● Wake up time:5-8 am. Depends if I work or not. An how late I stayed up. ● Love or lust?:Love ● Favourite food:Pizza or Chicken Alfredo ● Met a celebrity?: Michael Cupon ● Last song listened to:War of Hearts by Ruelle ● First kiss:15-16ish (Can’t remember for sure.) ● Tall or short: 5′3″ so I’m short.
“You are not entitled to your opinion. You are entitled to your informed opinion. No one is entitled to be ignorant.”
–
Harlan Ellison
It’s lonely at the top, and being one of the rarest and most
strategically capable personality types, Architects know this all too
well. Architects form just two percent of the population, and women of
this personality type are especially rare, forming just 0.8% of the
population – it is often a challenge for them to find like-minded
individuals who are able to keep up with their relentless
intellectualism and chess-like maneuvering. People with the Architect
personality type are imaginative yet decisive, ambitious yet private,
amazingly curious, but they do not squander their energy.
Nothing Can Stop the Right Attitude From Achieving Its Goal
With a natural thirst for knowledge that shows itself early in life,
Architects are often given the title of “bookworm” as children. While
this may be intended as an insult by their peers, they more than likely
identify with it and are even proud of it, greatly enjoying their broad
and deep body of knowledge. Architects enjoy sharing what they know as
well, confident in their mastery of their chosen subjects, but they
prefer to design and execute a brilliant plan within their field rather
than share opinions on “uninteresting” distractions like gossip.
A paradox to most observers, Architects are able to live by glaring
contradictions that nonetheless make perfect sense – at least from a
purely rational perspective. For example, Architects are simultaneously
the most starry-eyed idealists and the bitterest of cynics, a seemingly
impossible conflict. But this is because Architect personalities tend to
believe that with effort, intelligence and consideration, nothing is
impossible, while at the same time they believe that people are too
lazy, short-sighted or self-serving to actually achieve those fantastic
results. Yet that cynical view of reality is unlikely to stop an
interested Architect from achieving a result they believe to be
relevant.
In Matters Of Principle, Stand Like a Rock
Architects radiate self-confidence and an aura of mystery, and their
insightful observations, original ideas and formidable logic enable them
to push change through with sheer willpower and force of personality.
At times it will seem that Architects are bent on deconstructing and
rebuilding every idea and system they come into contact with, employing a
sense of perfectionism and even morality to this work. Anyone who
doesn’t have the talent to keep up with Architects’ processes, or worse
yet, doesn’t see the point of them, is likely to immediately and
permanently lose their respect.
Rules, limitations and traditions are
anathema to the Architect personality type – everything should be open
to questioning and reevaluation, and if they see a way, Architects will
often act unilaterally to enact their technically superior, sometimes
insensitive, and almost always unorthodox methods and ideas.
This isn’t to be misunderstood as impulsiveness – Architects will
strive to remain rational no matter how attractive the end goal may be,
and every idea, whether generated internally or soaked in from the
outside world, must pass the ruthless and ever-present “Is this going to
work?” filter. This mechanism is applied at all times, to all things
and all people, and this is often where Architect personalities run into
trouble.
One Reflects More When Traveling Alone
Architects are brilliant and confident in bodies of knowledge they
have taken the time to understand, but unfortunately the social contract
is unlikely to be one of those subjects. White lies and small talk are
hard enough as it is for a type that craves truth and depth, but
Architects may go so far as to see many social conventions as downright
stupid. Ironically, it is often best for them to remain where they are
comfortable – out of the spotlight – where the natural confidence
prevalent in Architects as they work with the familiar can serve as its
own beacon, attracting people, romantically or otherwise, of similar
temperament and interests.
Architects are defined by their tendency to move through life as
though it were a giant chess board, pieces constantly shifting with
consideration and intelligence, always assessing new tactics, strategies
and contingency plans, constantly outmaneuvering their peers in order
to maintain control of a situation while maximizing their freedom to
move about. This isn’t meant to suggest that Architects act without
conscience, but to many other types, Architects’ distaste for acting on
emotion can make it seem that way, and it explains why many fictional
villains (and misunderstood heroes) are modeled on this personality
type.
Architect Strengths
Quick, Imaginative and Strategic Mind –
Architects pride themselves on their minds, taking every opportunity to
improve their knowledge, and this shows in the strength and flexibility
of their strategic thinking. Insatiably curious and always up for an
intellectual challenge, Architects can see things from many
perspectives. Architects use their creativity and imagination not so
much for artistry, but for planning contingencies and courses of action
for all possible scenarios.
High Self-Confidence – Architects trust their
rationalism above all else, so when they come to a conclusion, they have
no reason to doubt their findings. This creates an honest, direct style
of communication that isn’t held back by perceived social roles or
expectations. When Architects are right, they’re right, and no amount of
politicking or hand-holding is going to change that fact – whether it’s
correcting a person, a process, or themselves, they’d have it no other
way.
Independent and Decisive – This creativity,
logic and confidence come together to form individuals who stand on
their own and take responsibility for their own actions. Authority
figures do not impress Architects, nor do social conventions or
tradition, and no matter how popular something is, if they have a better
idea, Architects will stand against anyone they have to in a bid to
have it changed. Either an idea is the most rational or it’s wrong, and
Architects will apply this to their arguments as well as their own
behavior, staying calm and detached from these sometimes emotionally
charged conflicts. Architects will only be swayed by those who follow
suit.
Hard-working and determined – If something
piques their interest, Architects can be astonishingly dedicated to
their work, putting in long hours and intense effort to see an idea
through. Architects are incredibly efficient, and if tasks meet the
criteria of furthering a goal, they will find a way to consolidate and
accomplish those tasks. However, this drive for efficiency can also lead
to a sort of elaborate laziness, wherein Architects find ways to bypass
seeming redundancies which don’t seem to require a great deal of
thought – this can be risky, as sometimes double-checking one’s work is
the standard for a reason.
Open-minded – All this rationalism leads to a
very intellectually receptive personality type, as Architects stay open
to new ideas, supported by logic, even if (and sometimes especially if)
they prove Architects’ previous conceptions wrong. When presented with
unfamiliar territory, such as alternate lifestyles, Architects tend to
apply their receptiveness and independence, and aversion to rules and
traditions, to these new ideas as well, resulting in fairly liberal
social senses.
Jacks-of-all-Trades – Architects’
open-mindedness, determination, independence, confidence and strategic
abilities create individuals who are capable of doing anything they set
their minds to. Excelling at analyzing anything life throws their way,
Architects are able to reverse-engineer the underlying methodology of
almost any system and apply the concepts that are exposed wherever
needed. Architects tend to have their pick of professions, from IT
system designers to political masterminds.
Architect Weaknesses
Arrogant – Architects are perfectly capable of
carrying their confidence too far, falsely believing that they’ve
resolved all the pertinent issues of a matter and closing themselves off
to the opinions of those they believe to be intellectually inferior.
Combined with their irreverence for social conventions, Architects can
be brutally insensitive in making their opinions of others all too
clear.
Judgmental – Architects tend to have complete
confidence in their thought process, because rational arguments are
almost by definition correct – at least in theory. In practice,
emotional considerations and history are hugely influential, and a weak
point for Architects is that they brand these factors and those who
embrace them as illogical, dismissing them and considering their
proponents to be stuck in some baser mode of thought, making it all but
impossible to be heard.
Overly analytical – A recurring theme with
Architects is their analytical prowess, but this strength can fall
painfully short where logic doesn’t rule – such as with human
relationships. When their critical minds and sometimes neurotic level of
perfectionism (often the case with Turbulent Architects) are applied to
other people, all but the steadiest of friends will likely need to make
some distance, too often permanently.
Loathe highly structured environments – Blindly
following precedents and rules without understanding them is
distasteful to Architects, and they disdain even more authority figures
who blindly uphold those laws and rules without understanding their
intent. Anyone who prefers the status quo for its own sake, or who
values stability and safety over self-determination, is likely to clash
with Architect personality types. Whether it’s the law of the land or
simple social convention, this aversion applies equally, often making
life more difficult than it needs to be.
Clueless in romance – This antipathy to rules
and tendency to over-analyze and be judgmental, even arrogant, all adds
up to a personality type that is often clueless in dating. Having a new
relationship last long enough for Architects to apply the full force of
their analysis on their potential partner’s thought processes and
behaviors can be challenging. Trying harder in the ways that Architects
know best can only make things worse, and it’s unfortunately common for
them to simply give up the search. Ironically, this is when they’re at
their best, and most likely to attract a partner.