Dreaming

[Yunosuki]

Within one of the many rooms in which Order members resided was none other than the Lieutenant General, Yunosuki Hirata Inabi. What was he doing? Easy. He was sleeping, which is what he usually did when he wasn't drawing, daydreaming, playing with his kitties, watching candles burn, pigging out, or doing Order stuff.

So...what's so interesting about him sleeping? Well, nothing, really, but his dreams certainly are entertaining...

Turning over on his bed, Yuno released a long breath and snuggled up closer to one of the cats that just happened to fall asleep beside him.

"Oh, my dear Yunosuki... I never knew you wanted me so badly..."

"You are much too beautiful for the likes of anyone else, Freya... So please...just one night..."

"One night? Oh, no, baby... You can have me for the rest of eternity..."

"Freya...I--" MEOW?

The loud meow startled the white-haired male out of his romantic dream. Groaning, he rubbed his eyes and stared down at the interrupting cat. A beautiful ginger tom with bright amber eyes, staring up at him with a look that said 'I know what you were dreaming about' or 'Feed me'. One of the two.

Laughing, Yuno shifted himself on his bed so his feet were flat on the floor. He was about to get up when a coughing fit took him over. Covering his mouth, he suffered one of the larger hacking fits, flecks of blood staining his white robe and his palm. Finally, when he quieted, he removed his hand, staring at the fresh blood that slowly dripped off his palm into his lap. /I'm running out of time.../ he thought sadly.

[Aden Vigil]

Aden stood outside in the blazing heat of the desert with sword in hands, well, swords. Aden was once again testing himself to see where he fell and if he could match this new General Osiris had taken in. Aden wasn’t fearful of dying, but he was certain it wouldn’t be an easy fight. Thankfully he had managed to heal the wound across his side that the assassin Draken had cut. The creature had disappeared, probably to face Osiris empty handed; Aden could only respect that. He probably would have chosen to join the opposing side, but with Osiris there was no second chance to keep himself alive. The Elvin male stood straight up, once again without a shirt due to the fact he didn’t want to overheat himself. The scar across his back glistened with sweat, making it more apparent, while the still red, slightly sore and new scar across his front was bothering him. This was his limit for the morning, but the General would break it.

He wouldn’t allow himself to do any worse. No, that was no option.

Though, for the moment being the General of the Order of Lumen could go visit his Lieutenant General to speak about this upcoming fight. Sure, he would also go to check on the other’s condition for the health of his men was important, but they needed to talk about what was going to happen soon. Aden slipped the swords with their jewels that caught the light into his side cases for them and made his way towards the room in which his Lieutenant General stayed. The walk was peaceful and quiet, something that Aden was glad for because he hated how these families had given everything up in a chance of sending one or two people off to fight against Osiris while the rest of their family could only wait to see if they lived or not.

It disgusted him, how Osiris could treat these people so lowly when if he could just get more men he could over power Osiris and win this land back their freedom. That was how he planned to die. He wanted to die when the land was free because he wouldn’t accept any position of power and he would only have grudges against him from those who survived Osiris. It was better to take a mortal wound while fighting the possessed King and then to die after the other had and the Kingdom was saved. That was his thinking on the opinion and Aden had to tear his gaze away from a certain hut where he knew a family of eight stayed. He needed to visit them once more today. Just to check on the father’s health and to give those little children a gift.

It was the least he could do for having them live in such horrible conditions. Though, his time to think was cut short as he arrived at his destination with the sound of violent coughing coming from the other. Aden knew nothing of what this man had, but this man was someone he trusted with his whole body so he would not shy away because he was ill. Aden gently knocked on the door and stepped inside moments later with a simple look of calmness on his face.

“How are you feeling Yuno?”

[Yunosuki]

Yunosuki turned his head when he saw Aden enter and, scratching the back of his head, grinned. "Well, if it isn't Aden! I'm feeling fine, just getting over one of those occasional coughing fits. Laughing, the lieutenant general stood up, picking up one of his kitties. "So...what brings you here, my friend?" he asked, sitting back down on his bed, beginning to pet the kitty, a velvety black she-cat which he named Freya. She was his favorite of his kitties, and the one he never wanted to leave.

The white-haired man yawned, continuing to stroke Freya, when another fit of coughing took him over, though it was less severe than before. Once the fit quieted, he sighed softly. /Dammit.../ he thought, removing his hand from his mouth but completely ignoring the blood upon it. /This doesn't look good.../

[Adrian "Dulcimer"]

Heh heh heh...What an easy escape, he thought as he skirted under the shady over hangs. The hot dust of the ground could not be completey dispelled as he struggled to stay out of view, his spy skills kicking into gear as he quickly made his way from the prison hut he had previously been in. As he skirted behind a rounded building, ignoring the family's odd looks that resided in the house (for the windows were quite wide and they could see Dulcimer quite clearly), Dulcimer quickly lost himself in the hot shadow of another hut, setting his back against it, breathing heavily. Sure, he had escaped, but only because he could no longer take the rancid paste Azazeal kept shoving down his throat. Hey, he had puked up all of the poison by now, or sweat it out; so why did that little obnoxious goat kid want to continue to pour that nasty paste down his throat? Dulcimer could only think of one thing: revenge for having brought the assassin close to Bassette.

Dulcimer looked up at the plaster over hang and frowned.
"That little shit...he knows I didn't do it on purpose! And Bassette wasn't even worried for her life! Geez..." He closed his eyes for a moment as he glanced to his hip where the ugly gash was sewn shut. He lifted the white tunic up to reveal his bony body and the oozing gash. Azazeal had done a good job of sewing him shut, Dulcimer would give him that. But still, he was tired of smelling boiling herbs and rancid pastes. How Bassette dealt with the smells Azazeal cooked up puzzled the spy, but he knew very well she didn't have a choice. Running his fingers lightly over the bumpy injury, Dulcimer winced as it responded with a stinging sensation.
I may have escaped...but with this injury like this...Azazeal will come after me and drag me back into that hut! I don't wanna drink anymore of that crap! Dulcimer winced and dropped his tunic as he quickly scanned the area around him to make sure he was cleared of the ram horned boy. Noticing an open window of what appeared to be an empty hut, Dulcimer made his move.

He skirted quickly across a pile of wood as he grabbed the window seal and hefted himself up. He could feel his wound screaming in protest, but he ignored it as he tossed himself into the window just as he heard Azazeal being greeted by someone near. And wouldn't you know it, he had tumbled right into Yunosuki's room. Landed hard on on his butt, Dulcimer took a sharp intake of air from behind clenched teeth as he grabbed his side in pain. Only after the throb had subsided, did he look up, seeing Aden and Yuno himself.

"Oh...heh...hey guys!"

[Aden Vigil]

Aden was about to speak with a grin spread across the Elvin features, but then yet another Order member entered, only this time he couldn't help, but chuckle slightly at the entrance and realizing that it was Dulcimer who had entered through the open window and landed on his butt, "Well, I came to talk about the upcoming fight because there are a few things that you need to know because we'll be splitting in this fight because they plan to attack different ways." He noticed the blood from the other's cough and a small frown formed over his lips as he looked back to the spy that was supposed to be resting.

"Azazeal will have your hide for leaving." Aden commented softly with a small grin replacing the frown that had come over him, "Thankfully I heal a lot quicker as an Elf." He said walking over to the spy and offering a hand to Dulcimer. He looked back at Yuno and just shrugged, "Well, looks like we have some one who'll be sitting in on us then." He had a feeling that Dulcimer had run off from Azazeal and it was probably correct because from the look of his wince he wasn't doing too well.

"Either way Yuno, I am just going to warn you about the fact that there are two different ways we'll be attacked, plus I've heard rumors of just a single creature coming to look for the sword." He said once again. He leaned against the wall and looked between the two males in the room, trying to figure out something. He would probably station Dulcimer with those he put in the temple or something because the other probably wouldn't be well enough to fight in a full fledged battle for a while. Though, Aden was planning on asking him what he had been doing in the capital that had gotten him poisoned and had brought an assassin back with him.