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[May 7] [Suikoden III] Silence Reigns Inside While the Outside Crumbles
Title: Silence Reigns Inside While the Outside Crumbles
Day/Theme: May 7, 2011 "Only a mighty sadness fills/ The spaces of the dark"
Series: Suikoden III (set some unspecified time post-game, my same self-indulgent Harmonia as usual)
Character/Pairing: Sasarai and colleagues
Rating: PG
The Temple was emptied out these days. Sasarai took it more as a mark of the panic that had gripped his colleagues than anything else. There was little unrest in the capital itself...yet. The border regions, on the other hand, were experiencing their fair share of trouble. Ihzak Sakurazaki was engaging with rebel forces from Higheast, Olia Kaeyani and Tjasse Sunheibou were being dragged deeper and further into a full-scale entanglement with the Grasslands (things were looking particularly bad regarding Le Buque, which had declared its independence from Harmonia at this crucial juncture, sending Franz, Iku, and their daughter fleeing into the safety of Sasarai's jurisdiction- even with the power he had, he felt lucky to have gotten them out alive), and the entire northern border bristled with a contentious energy that had not rattled it in years. Only the western coast could rest with relative ease. None of the little ethnic groups there, the Loveins and ha-Katani and others, were putting up a fight (If they wanted to, they would have to wait for something much bigger, Sasarai imagined. Their numbers were smaller, their resources less. They could be easily crushed.) and no Falenans or Arradians had ventured to attack from across the sea.
The Temple was dark at night- so many fewer people meant less glowing lamps. One by one the inessential staff peeled away, the last few bishops in the valley drawing back to their own areas of influence to fight (whether with words or blades or magic) to hold back the turning tide.
What would Luc have made of this? Could he have seen it as a victory? Sasarai stared out into the billowing blackness of the wind-swept gardens. "Sooner or later, you're going to see your father, aren't you?" Nika asked. She was idler now, with less laundry to wash, less plates to clean, less papers to file.
Sasarai kept on staring out into that emptiness. The noose was tightening around his neck.
Nika's voice was plaintive as she asked again. "Sometime, you have to tell him, don't you?"
Day/Theme: May 7, 2011 "Only a mighty sadness fills/ The spaces of the dark"
Series: Suikoden III (set some unspecified time post-game, my same self-indulgent Harmonia as usual)
Character/Pairing: Sasarai and colleagues
Rating: PG
The Temple was emptied out these days. Sasarai took it more as a mark of the panic that had gripped his colleagues than anything else. There was little unrest in the capital itself...yet. The border regions, on the other hand, were experiencing their fair share of trouble. Ihzak Sakurazaki was engaging with rebel forces from Higheast, Olia Kaeyani and Tjasse Sunheibou were being dragged deeper and further into a full-scale entanglement with the Grasslands (things were looking particularly bad regarding Le Buque, which had declared its independence from Harmonia at this crucial juncture, sending Franz, Iku, and their daughter fleeing into the safety of Sasarai's jurisdiction- even with the power he had, he felt lucky to have gotten them out alive), and the entire northern border bristled with a contentious energy that had not rattled it in years. Only the western coast could rest with relative ease. None of the little ethnic groups there, the Loveins and ha-Katani and others, were putting up a fight (If they wanted to, they would have to wait for something much bigger, Sasarai imagined. Their numbers were smaller, their resources less. They could be easily crushed.) and no Falenans or Arradians had ventured to attack from across the sea.
The Temple was dark at night- so many fewer people meant less glowing lamps. One by one the inessential staff peeled away, the last few bishops in the valley drawing back to their own areas of influence to fight (whether with words or blades or magic) to hold back the turning tide.
What would Luc have made of this? Could he have seen it as a victory? Sasarai stared out into the billowing blackness of the wind-swept gardens. "Sooner or later, you're going to see your father, aren't you?" Nika asked. She was idler now, with less laundry to wash, less plates to clean, less papers to file.
Sasarai kept on staring out into that emptiness. The noose was tightening around his neck.
Nika's voice was plaintive as she asked again. "Sometime, you have to tell him, don't you?"