[limbo] // do you walk in the valley of kings

[discutio]

[To cast out the Usurper and usher in dawn's light will cost the life of the Chosen. The voice that had shaken him down to the very core of his existence still echoed in Phoenix's head, words utter nonsense to him now and yet...something about them hurt more than he could measure. Hurt like the gravest news about a dearest friend, hurt like something tearing at his heart and soul. Though the details were lost in a haze of a previous life's memories, he understood the bottom line. One life, the one dearest to the man Phoenix once was, would have to be sacrificed to protect all else-]

[Don't try to justify this! She didn't need to die!]

[Hurt like the agonized rage in that snarl, thundering fury to match the torrential rain around them. The fury of someone who had lost everything, someone--someone whose name he should have known, whose loss he understood and yet couldn't remember the source of. That woman--no, his sister, something terrible had become of her and nearly become of someone just as close to Phoenix's own heart. Everything came in flashes; a man in white and a sword flashing with lightning, faces he failed to recognize and one he knew already. The man in black that had posed briefly as another was a danger above all others, and somehow in the chaos of memory Phoenix understood his past self had known that. 'Oh, what good is a world that only ever lets you down', said the mocking tone, a knife toyed with idly above the unconscious form of...of someone. Someone that meant everything, someone that Phoenix would gladly die to protect.]

[...Maybe he would, the relic of untold power in his hand before he had fully consider what he was doing. It didn't matter. it didn't matter at all what happened to him, because he had sworn-]

[Whatever it takes...I will protect him-!]

[In a memory of rain-soaked stone, the world erupted in flames and agony before going dark forever.]

[In a kitchen in Limbo, there was a clattering of whatever Phoenix had been holding falling to the floor before he very swiftly followed it.]

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[curiositydies]

[ Well, as long as he knows what he's doing, he won't interrupt. He's not the man's nursemaid, and he seems capable enough. ]

We haven't yet been formally introduced, no. [ The amount of Executors he's met face to face and not spotted at a distance can be counted on one hand.

He does know this man, however; he was in the underside, fighting. And bickering. But he supposes he'll just keep that to himself? ] I am known as Frost, for lack of any other name to call myself. And you?

[discutio]

Phoenix, if you would. A pleasure.

[Obviously he didn't exactly look up, but he did tilt his head in Frost's direction to better hear what he was saying.]

[curiositydies]

[ A bird of legend, and fiery renewal. A more symbolic descriptor than some of the names he's heard.

Fascinating. ] Phoenix it is, then.

[ He keeps a polite distance from him (more for his own sake than Phoenix's, who for all he knows wouldn't mind people peering over his shoulder) but endeavors to figure out what on earth is being made regardless.

...No, he doesn't have enough knowledge of food to figure out what this is. Craving food at all is a distant sensation, like it's something he stopped caring about at some point. ]

...What are you making?

[discutio]

Just a simple curry. Rice, vegetables, seasoning--one of ours is vegetarian, and supplies are a little difficult to come by besides. I thought it best to work with simplicity and quantity in mind, given that as well as our numbers.