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Sheol / Little Light
« on: Jan 10, 2018, 07:49PM »
As was normal, it was only ever Calypso that could get him to smile. Those that might've besides her, they were gone now, either somewhere in the melange he'd become, unfortunate as that may be, or somewhere else entirely, perhaps Asgard, perhaps back in the living world. The valhalir called it Iuna, it seemed, after a dragon god, if he understood it properly. It was not as if Kassander spent a particularly prolonged amount of time around valhalir, but he heard things. Many things, mostly things the valhalir likely didn't want a diablo of his calbre hearing, but since when did Kassander ever care? Never, that's when. He was waiting, you see, for one to say a name he knew, like Mirah, or Leon, or Hasan, Apollo's blazing fucks, he'd even be glad to hear Crassus these days.

Only a handful of those names he knew might make him interested in this Valhalla they spoke of, interested in Asgard at all, but some obvious part of him really hoped that someday, one said one of those names, likely as a side effect stabbing him in the heart, but those were his little lights, the lights he held onto for so long he didn't know how to let go of them, now, didn't want to know, didn't care. Someday, he'd find them, somehow. He had no idea what he'd do, when he found them, but someday, he would.

His smile faded, albeit only just, as he tugged for her to follow. "It's a surprise, Caly," he explained. "I can't tell you, it'd spoil it." She would, at least most likely, entirely forget he'd told her what it was, when they got there. Kassander could tell her, and it wouldn't ruin anything. Even if, by some miracle, she remembered, Calypso saw the world through the eyes of a child, in many ways, and would likely be just as excited as she would've been had she forgotten. It would be, however, difficult for him to remain so excited about something he'd already spilled, and he didn't want to ruin her experiences. Even as far away as she was, in her head, she seemed to pay very close attention to him, and may well notice he wasn't as excited as he should be. For that reason, Kassander tried, very hard, not to misstep, to upset her in any way, even if the upset was superficial. Calypso was a delicate creature, at the moment, and he stepped with care, lest he mess up too much, and scare her off, or, gods forbid, seriously hurt her, somehow.

He'd always wondered, and likely always would, why she stayed. He'd think, given the opportunity, she'd have been rather glad to be free of him, a chain as he was, but Calypso never did seem to see him that way. Perhaps that was the difference. Kassander had, when he'd had them, rather good relations with his slaves, and in a sense, even then, he'd been a protector. Most likely wouldn't have seen him, that way, but he had done what he could to protect those in his house from others that might not be as gracious as he and his family were. Well, as far as he knew, his family were. He remembered his father was an idiot, but he couldn't recall, now, if he was the sort of idiot that was vicious in its idiocy, or if he was just dimwitted. The point remained, he supposed.

Gently, and not hurriedly, as always, Kassander led the way back to their small territory on the edge of Tamisra, where the rocks began to erupt from the sands and reach for the starless sky of Sheol. There were others, here, he and Calypso weren't alone, but one of them was, apparently, going to sleep for ten years, and the others more or less kept to themselves. There weren't many, but as it happened, Kassander still seemed to attract others to him, without even really meaning to. It'd been like that all his life, he wasn't sure why he was, on some level, surprised by this. He circled around a bit, toward where he'd set the pots, only then letting Calypso go - she got distracted, and wandered, sometimes, he usually didn't let go, until they'd gotten where he was taking her.

"These will be marigolds," he explained. "They're baby plants, Caly. For you, so you can make a garden." It was difficult to gauge whether she'd understand the words, but he usually tried words, first. Sometimes, she did. Sometimes, he had to get a little creative.

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Sheol / Little Light
« on: Oct 22, 2017, 01:34AM »
He'd finally gotten them to grow.

It'd taken probably too much work, and too many stolen gardening items from Iuna, but, finally, he'd managed to plant several different kinds of flower. Sheol was immeasurably boring, and Calypso seemed like she should be unbearably bored. She found ways of entertaining herself, of course, but Kassander worried. Likely, too much, and for little reason, but he worried all the same. Sometimes he understood her decently well, but other times, he could hardly make heads or tails of what was going on in her head. He wondered if she was ever coming back all the way, in her head, or if she'd keep being scrambled.

He missed Hasan. Hasan was better at this sort of thing than he was, but, Calypso did seem to readily decide he was safe, and she stayed near him. Kassander was glad for that. He'd lost everyone else - he wouldn't forgive himself if he lost her, too.

Still, she was a relatively gentle soul, even when a Seeker, to some extent, even when now a Diablo, more obviously these days. He was working on trying to plant things, for her, so that she had a large garden to take care of, and maybe wouldn't wander quite as much. He could sense her almost anywhere she went, he wasn't that anxious about it, but it set his nerves on edge when she wandered out onto the sands. Maybe she'd still wander, but, he hoped she'd wander less far, and less frequently. He'd build her a garden with all kinds of plants and then add in water features, and maybe some actual sand to one side she could play in.

He'd lost everyone else. He couldn't lose her, too. It was a miracle she stayed so long, as it was.

Kassander set aside the pots, each now with a small seedling; one would become marigolds, another would become chrysanthemums, and the last one would become lavender. If nothing else, they'd be a good way of breaking up the monochromatic monotony of Sheol, and maybe give her something more interesting than the sand to look at. She already had a small pile of rocks with shiny things in them he'd found in Iuna, here and there. Most of them had quartz deposits, but they sparkled in the light, and Calypso seemed to like them well enough. He stood, then, shuffled out onto the sands of Tamisra, taking his time as he made his way over to where he could sense Calypso had gone. She usually knew it, when he was there, so he wasn't too concerned about startling her.

When he got there, he just knelt beside her, and held his hand out. He wanted to show her something.

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Krystal / Julian, Kassander
« on: Oct 18, 2017, 06:41PM »
Sometimes, Kassander is the epitome of a well-spoken man. He's good at articulating in a refined manner, and at least sounding like he has some vague idea of what he's talking about. Typically he does, at least, actually have some semblance of an idea of what he's on about, he's just not terribly interested in sharing this detail. Most, however, will eventually have a hard time with him, at least to some extent, as he does so enjoy messing with people's heads, and it can be immensely difficult to figure out if he's just messing with you, or if he's serious. Kassander isn't ever outright malicious, at least, not unless you press a lot of buttons, really fast, and everything he does and says is for a reason. Either he's just bored and you're entertaining when you flail gracelessly, or there's something you need to learn that he feels he can teach you.

His methods of teaching are pretty subtle. You have to really squint at him and what he does and says to get a grip on what he means, because like hell is he spelling it out for you. Even things that seem to just be jabs at your pride, or harsh teasing, can occasionally turn out to have deeper meaning. Often, his methods work, provided someone is willing to internally reflect enough to figure it out, but it's not his problem if it doesn't work, now is it? Sounds personal to him. Kassander never aims to cause serious, measurable damage, and his teasing is never too harsh, at least, not with people that can't tolerate it and see past the harsh jabs to find the advice underneath. He does care, a lot more than he lets on, but he will fuck with you.

A master of control, Kassander keeps his true feelings and thoughts veiled behind a thick curtain of snark and sarcasm. He seems to speak two languages: Latin and sarcasm. Mind, he's sort of picking up on basic English, and knows a few phrases in some other languages, but he speaks an old dialect of Latin, and that's it. If you learn to pay attention to him, however, you might be able to make some at least vague sense out of his looks and glares. He has a glare for every occasion, and he does speak to some extent with body language. For most, though, he's a very closed book with very sharp thorns around the edges. If you ask, sometimes he'll tell you, but typically not directly, and he's more likely to answer the question with another question, or redirect it, or some such. He has friends, and he'll talk to them, but beyond that, he doesn't bother. Most can easily mistake him as being very open about his feelings, because he seems to show them very readily, but it is a very small fraction of them that he'll show.

With someone as snappy and sarcastic as he is, one would expect his anger to run hot; actually, it runs cold. You really know you've messed up with him when he turns to ice, and ignores you. Kassander is rather talkative, can be approachable, it's not rare that he's more unnerving than anything, impetuous, impatient, snarky, sarcastic, blunt, occasionally quite abrasive, temperamental, and he can be relatively aggressive, but never mistake him for a fool, for this will be the last mistake you make. He is immensely intelligent, some have called him a genius before, and there is very little he can't figure out. Highly observant, as well, Kassander usually catches on and pretty quickly to the things that people don't say. That was his life, once; until you've played the games of Rome, you know nothing. Kassander knows quite a few things about what people don't say.

Despite how intimidating and grating he can be, Kassander truly cares about others. He's also very afraid of being alone, and feels like loneliness is the worst thing to feel. This is how he ended up with his alleged army out there in Sheol. He isn't actually aiming to create an army or anything, simply, he wants to give those that have no other options a place to go, and if it means the valhalir side-eye him very hard, fine. He'll deal with that. He helps others, but usually in a way that makes them question their sanity. All in all, you hardly have to reach for him, before he's reaching back, and he's been known to help people find their way when they're lost, even if they don't realise he's doing it.

Above all else, Kassander is a light. A light that guides, if one needs him to. A light that is always there, until one turns away from him. But just remember, lights can be searing and deadly lights, too.

Friends
It takes a lot to become someone Kassander considers a friend. Once you're there, however, you'd have to do something immensely terrible for him to change his mind, and he is very loyal to his friends. He can be much kinder, gentler, more open, but only to those he cares for very deeply and trusts very implicitly. Those that manage to get on that short list are few and far between, but perhaps the work is worth it, as Kassander is a very good friend to have.

He has probably a very small number of truly good friends, but he'll have a much higher number of those he is defensive of, or otherwise values the existence of, even if he's not very tight with them.

Enemies
He has few left. One could consider the leader of the Azure Eagles his enemy, and when he finds out he's alive, Kassander will, too, but, for now, all his enemies are somewhere else, or gone.

Lovers
Hahaha. Ha. Haaaa. No. I mean, good luck, I guess, but you're not Hasan, you'll never be Hasan, and Kassander doesn't have time for anyone that's not Hasan.
Kassander Julian2,108 | Diablo | Roman | JuvencumStay out of my way and I wont have to cut you.

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Shipper Container / Julian, Kassander
« on: Oct 17, 2016, 08:29PM »
Sometimes, Kassander is the epitome of a well-spoken man. He's good at articulating in a refined manner, and at least sounding like he has some vague idea of what he's talking about. Typically he does, at least, actually have some semblance of an idea of what he's on about, he's just not terribly interested in sharing this detail. Most, however, will eventually have a hard time with him, at least to some extent, as he does so enjoy messing with people's heads, and it can be immensely difficult to figure out if he's just messing with you, or if he's serious. Kassander isn't ever outright malicious, at least, not unless you press a lot of buttons, really fast, and everything he does and says is for a reason. Either he's just bored and you're entertaining when you flail gracelessly, or there's something you need to learn that he feels he can teach you.

His methods of teaching are pretty subtle. You have to really squint at him and what he does and says to get a grip on what he means, because like hell is he spelling it out for you. Even things that seem to just be jabs at your pride, or harsh teasing, can occasionally turn out to have deeper meaning. Often, his methods work, provided someone is willing to internally reflect enough to figure it out, but it's not his problem if it doesn't work, now is it? Sounds personal to him. Kassander never aims to cause serious, measurable damage, and his teasing is never too harsh, at least, not with people that can't tolerate it and see past the harsh jabs to find the advice underneath. He does care, a lot more than he lets on, but he will fuck with you.

A master of control, Kassander keeps his true feelings and thoughts veiled behind a thick curtain of snark and sarcasm. He seems to speak two languages: Latin and sarcasm. Mind, he's sort of picking up on basic Japanese, and knows a few phrases in some other languages, but he speaks an old dialect of Latin, and that's it. If you learn to pay attention to him, however, you might be able to make some at least vague sense out of his looks and glares. He has a glare for every occasion, and he does speak to some extent with body language. For most, though, he's a very closed book with very sharp thorns around the edges. If you ask, sometimes he'll tell you, but typically not directly, and he's more likely to answer the question with another question, or redirect it, or some such. He has friends, and he'll talk to them, but beyond that, he doesn't bother. Most can easily mistake him as being very open about his feelings, because he seems to show them very readily, but it is a very small fraction of them that he'll show.

With someone as snappy and sarcastic as he is, one would expect his anger to run hot; actually, it runs cold. You really know you've messed up with him when he turns to ice, and ignores you. Kassander is rather talkative, can be approachable, it's not rare that he's more unnerving than anything, impetuous, impatient, snarky, sarcastic, blunt, occasionally quite abrasive, temperamental, and he can be relatively aggressive, but never mistake him for a fool, for this will be the last mistake you make. He is immensely intelligent, some have called him a genius before, and there is very little he can't figure out. Highly observant, as well, Kassander usually catches on and pretty quickly to the things that people don't say. That was his life, once; until you've played the games of Rome, you know nothing. Kassander knows quite a few things about what people don't say.

Despite how intimidating and grating he can be, Kassander truly cares about others. He's also very afraid of being alone, and feels like loneliness is the worst thing to feel. This is how he ended up with his alleged "Espada version two." He isn't actually aiming to recreate the Espada, simply, he wants to give those that have no other options a place to go, and if it means the Goteijusantai side-eye him very hard, fine. He'll deal with that. He helps others, but usually in a way that makes them question their sanity. All in all, you hardly have to reach for him, before he's reaching back, and he's been known to help people find their way when they're lost, even if they don't realise he's doing it.

Above all else, Kassander is a light. A light that guides, if one needs him to. A light that is always there, until one turns away from him. But just remember, lights can be searing and deadly lights, too.

Friends
It takes a lot to become someone Kassander considers a friend. Once you're there, however, you'd have to do something immensely terribly for him to change his mind, and he is very loyal to his friends. He can be much kinder, gentler, more open, but only to those he cares for very deeply and trusts very implicitly. Those that manage to get on that short list are few and far between, but perhaps the work is worth it, as Kassander is a very good friend to have.

He has probably a very small number of truly good friends, but he'll have a much higher number of those he is defensive of, or otherwise values the existence of, even if he's not very tight with them.

Enemies
He has few left. One could consider the leader of the Azure Dragons his enemy, and when he finds out he's alive, Kassander will, too, but, for now, all his enemies are somewhere else, or gone.

Lovers
Hahaha. Ha. Haaaa. No.
Kassander Julian2,108 | Arrancar | Roman | JuvencumYou stay away from me, I stay away from you

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