[ He startles when Azem settles next to him, and initially tenses when he starts to feel the beginnings of an attempt to merge. He's afraid of what his friend will see, he realises. Or rather, afraid of how Azem will react. Yet isn't the point of this meeting so that he can explain events from his point of view?
With this in mind, he takes a deep breath and closes his eyes as well. Then he relaxes his boundaries and allows Azem in. ]
[ ...A heavy silence hangs over the chamber. The round dais with its fourteen seats are - unusually - completely filled this day. The matter they discuss is of utmost importance to this star after all: an unprecedented calamity heralded by the weakening of aetherial currents, predicted to occur directly over Amaurot in the coming days.
Most of the Convocation sit with their heads bowed, each lost in their respective thoughts. Fandaniel is most visibly shaken; Lahabrea is as composed as ever, having just delivered his eloquent closing arguments on why the Zodiark concept was their best and only way at surviving the coming disaster.
As for Emet-Selch - Hades - himself...his lips are pressed into a tight grimace. But the next moment, Azem shoots to their feet and slams the table with both hands. ]
"And this is the Convocation's final decision?"
[ Elidibus nods. ] "With one amendment: I will become Zodiark's heart. Not Loghrif."
[ A chorus of objections immediately rises from those assembled. However, none of them can sway their Emissary from his decision, who calmly refutes every objection. In the end, Azem removes their mask, tosses it down and storms out. Emet-Selch casts one last, pained look at Elidibus before hurrying after them.
Amaurot is largely deserted. The sky above glows an ominous umber red. ]
"Azem. Azem! Do not be so hasty--"
[ Despite Hades' attempts to be conciliatory, an argument quickly arises. They both of them are deeply passionate in their own ways and set in their approach towards helping the star. Azem insists on finding another way ("Half now but what about later? Do we just keep feeding our people to this thing?"); Hades, however, believes they do not have the time to consider other options.
Inevitably, it leads him to say something he will regret for centuries to come. ]
"Then leave! Flee like a coward whilst the rest of us remain to see this through! As if you could truly know how best to serve the people when you're never here!"
[ He punctuates the words with an outflung arm. Azem vanishes shortly after, teleporting to who-knows-where, leaving Hades alone on the street to watch the sky roil and darken overhead. ]
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With this in mind, he takes a deep breath and closes his eyes as well. Then he relaxes his boundaries and allows Azem in. ]
[ ...A heavy silence hangs over the chamber. The round dais with its fourteen seats are - unusually - completely filled this day. The matter they discuss is of utmost importance to this star after all: an unprecedented calamity heralded by the weakening of aetherial currents, predicted to occur directly over Amaurot in the coming days.
Most of the Convocation sit with their heads bowed, each lost in their respective thoughts. Fandaniel is most visibly shaken; Lahabrea is as composed as ever, having just delivered his eloquent closing arguments on why the Zodiark concept was their best and only way at surviving the coming disaster.
As for Emet-Selch - Hades - himself...his lips are pressed into a tight grimace. But the next moment, Azem shoots to their feet and slams the table with both hands. ]
"And this is the Convocation's final decision?"
[ Elidibus nods. ] "With one amendment: I will become Zodiark's heart. Not Loghrif."
[ A chorus of objections immediately rises from those assembled. However, none of them can sway their Emissary from his decision, who calmly refutes every objection. In the end, Azem removes their mask, tosses it down and storms out. Emet-Selch casts one last, pained look at Elidibus before hurrying after them.
Amaurot is largely deserted. The sky above glows an ominous umber red. ]
"Azem. Azem! Do not be so hasty--"
[ Despite Hades' attempts to be conciliatory, an argument quickly arises. They both of them are deeply passionate in their own ways and set in their approach towards helping the star. Azem insists on finding another way ("Half now but what about later? Do we just keep feeding our people to this thing?"); Hades, however, believes they do not have the time to consider other options.
Inevitably, it leads him to say something he will regret for centuries to come. ]
"Then leave! Flee like a coward whilst the rest of us remain to see this through! As if you could truly know how best to serve the people when you're never here!"
[ He punctuates the words with an outflung arm. Azem vanishes shortly after, teleporting to who-knows-where, leaving Hades alone on the street to watch the sky roil and darken overhead. ]