~*Enemies*~
“One day we will meet again an you will pay the price in blood.”
Tag: Lancefer Aurifore
“Who did this to you?” Lancefer’s expression set in a frown as he crossed his arms. (Sorry not sorry! :D Throwing my knight at you. Hope you don’t mind. <3)
(Yay, you’re welcome~)
Crow winced in pain, leaning against the wall and wiping away few blood drops from his face. None of his wounds were too serious, but still not good, he should find a way to take care of them. He glanced at the man in front of him and shrugged. “Apparently, after I managed to return to Ishgard after few years of absence, some of my…
acquaintance… weren’t too happy when I refused to continue the wonderful reunion in a more intimate manner…”
Crow let out a bitter chuckle and tilted head. “Anyway… Thank you for your concern, sir, but I don’t think that we’d ever met?” There was some suspicion heard in his voice, he tensed ready to run away if he needs to. The elezen knight who approached him didn’t look like he had bad intentions, but in places like this you could never know, and sometimes it may be a little too late.
“Here.” Lance pulled out a red square of cloth from a pocket an held it out towards Crow to wipe the blood. The frown had only deepened when the man had explained the reason he was beaten. He didn’t find it right what had been done but things like this happened in Ishgard. More often then he cared to admit. Especially in the Brume. He had been fortunate to never be in the situation this young man had been in. It still angered him but it was Crow’s problem. All he could do was offer his concern or help if the man asked for it since the men responsible had already fled off.
“No we have never met. At least not that I recall. Lancefer Aurifore, in service to House Haillenarte.” Lance gave Crow a slight bow of his head as he introduced himself. “Should get those injuries treated. Maybe report the assault to the Temple Knights.”
REACTION MEME: Bruised and Broken Version
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- “Woah, when did you get that?”
- “Who did this to you?”
- “How many time have I told you to be more careful?”
- “You’re saying this was an accident?”
- “What a shiner!”
- “If you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy.”
- “I’m not buying it, you don’t walk into a door and get a bruise like that!”
- “Does it hurt when I touch it?”
- “Let me kiss it better.”
- “If you don’t rest, you won’t heal.”
- “Another fight?”
- “What happened to your face?”
- “I don’t think your arm is meant to bend like that…”
- “Let’s get you to bed.”
- “Let’s get you to the hospital.”
- “Why are you so calm about this?”
- “You’re bleeding!”
- “What are friends for, ey?”
- “So, instead of helping you, they ran off the moment they saw what was happening?”
- “You need to look where you’re going.”
- “I’m not accusing anyone, I’m just saying it looks suspicious.”
- “Do you want to tell me what really happened?”
- “Don’t move! You’ll faint!”
- “I’ve got some bandages, wait a sec.”
- “You’re the clumsiest person I know.”
- “I won’t let you be on your own, not when you’re like this.”
- “How could you be so careless?”
- “I can’t even look at you, you promised not to get into any more fights!”
- “H-how many of them were there?”
Betrayal
(*cracks knuckles* Oh this is going to be fun!!!)
Lancefer an the team of men he had been sent with were on the look out for a group of known heretics. They had reportedly fled this way a few bells ago. There was no way he was going to let these people remain hiding in Haillenarte controlled territory. It would be a further stain to the name if he remained idle or allowed these men to escape.
Caution was necessary as they crept closer towards the cave mouth. The near silent drawing of swords. He looked to each of the men on his team. A slight nod to them as he pushed forward into the darkness that waited to swallow them whole.
He couldn’t have gone more then a few feet when light lit the tunnel as if dawn had flared up around them. Lance’s arm raised to shield his eyes from the sudden amount of bright light. Yet there was a cry of alarm and pain from behind. Had they been surrounded?!
Lance couldn’t see before him because of the blinding light. Taking the chance, he whirled about to find one of his team in a pool of his own blood. A wicked grin on the face of another knight, sword dripping with the blood of his fallen comrade.
“Alexois?! What have you done?!” Lance cried out as he looked at the smug half crazed smile on the tanned duskwight’s face. Lance didn’t have a chance to find out as he heard footsteps approaching from the direction of the light.
“Stomping on some roses of course.” Alexois responded as he poked the fallen knight with the tip of his sword. “Getting revenge on you damn High House bastards who make our lives hell. Took me long enough to find a way in.”
Lance looked between the approaching men and Alexois. He an the remaining two of his team were betrayed by one they thought of their own. It had all been cleverly played. They could still retreat. Getting past Alexois alone behind them wouldn’t be that hard. The heretics had the advantage now having caught them off guard. The call would chafe. To retreat an let this betrayal go unpunished…
“This isn’t over, Alex. I will kill you for this.” Lance growled before charging towards the man they once trusted. “Retreat! That is an order!” His sword clashed against Alex’s blade. He would buy time for the rest of his team to get out alive. He watched them run past back into the snows of Coerthas. The footsteps from the cave were coming quicker now. Lance brought his shield up towards Alex’s face to stun the other man. A moment of time bought.
Lance bolted from that cave. Anger clawing at his heart. They had been betrayed by Alex. He had once liked the man. Trusted the man. Only to have it turned against them. Halone have mercy on the man if they ever met again. Lance would make sure the man breathed his last.
(Thanks for the prompt! @kindlingdusk)
I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill.
Archetype: Lancefer
your archetype is the master.
traits: determined, obsessive, powerful, charismatic, confident, rash, challenging
the master is most commonly used to symbolize the antagonist, or the upper hand. while they aren’t inherently the bad guys, their determination and ability to plan ahead can be twisted into something akin to evil. while that is a strong possibility in literature, their charisma and confidence can be utilized to create a strong idea and even an idea for the good side. many masters were the catalysts of revolutions, sparking hope and motivation. masters are extremely rash in their decisions, no matter how meticulous their planning may be. they tend to follow their instincts, and it’s a good thing that they’re so quick on their feet, otherwise, many of the challenges they face might have become uglier than expected.
fictional characters that are masters: tom riddle, jyn erso, thetis, mary talbot, irene adler, moriarty, tyrion lannister, cersei lannister, the joker
other personality types that go with this: alexander hamilton
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Destiney couldn’t help but laugh, arms wrapped around her waist. Lance’s bewildered expression was too priceless. Snow still was falling off his hair where he had been hit with a snowball in the back of the head. Some down the collar of his armor.
“So this is how it is?” Lance asked with a raised brow at his cousin. A grin slowly spread across his face as he bent down to scoop up a handful of snow. This sent Destiney turning to sprint away. Still laughing of course. Lance gave chase as best as he could while still armored. Destiney’s warm lighter clothes offered her more movement then his own.
Destiney’s run towards freedom ended too quickly. Not seeing the small rock sticking up as it was covered with snow. As well as she had been too busy glancing back to see how close Lance had gotten. The snowball Lance had been preparing had been thrown just at that moment. The rock saving Destiney from the snowball to the back but it found a different target instead. A small Raen girl that neither of them had noticed in their merriment.
Both of them froze with wide eyes. A silent look between them. Lance was the first to move again, followed closely by Destiney.
“I’m so sorry for that. I fear my aim was poorly chosen. I do hope you are alright.” Lance apologized to the poor girl.
Spirit of the Warlock 