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Root searching ft Rebecca (Hongrie)

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MessageSujet: Root searching ft Rebecca (Hongrie) Jeu 28 Sep - 20:00

It all started a few weeks ago. Well, as in all stories we probably could go back tp the beginning of times, but for this one we’ll choose the moment Rebecca stopped for a few instants to look at the sky out a window. There was something so peaceful in her eyes, like if for just one moment, her mind was as free as the clouds she was watching and all her worries were lifted from her. Damon noticed it, as he noticed everything. He had always admired the young woman and her graceful posture, the way her eyes got lost sometimes, the way she seemed to be here but her mind elsewhere, but he was always too shy, or intimidated maybe, by the way she behaved to approach her. Very few people had that effect on him, as he is and always was a very confident person, but she had kind of an aura that made it very hard for him to stay indifferent. She was not his to take though, for her heart belonged to Cyril, the one that had welcomed and mentored Damon in the resistance. It felt weird seeing the both of them together, though. Actually, it felt weird to see her in this place at all, like she just didn’t fit.
It was then, as Rebecca looked at the sky, that Damon noticed a change in what her heart desired. It usually was filled with questions, but this time the interrogations had a certain resolve. The woman had decided to stop wondering and to start acting on her questions, which was inspiring enough for Damon to dare go talk to her. He tried to muster all the poise he could find, hoping he would be able to at least seem interesting enough for her not to dismiss him immediately. They talked for a bit, and every word she said were queenly and spoken with an almost ethereal voice. She truly was out of this world. The young woman did not seem to be one for small talk, Damon decided to go straight to the point.

“-Miss Rebecca.”

As he said this, he bowed his head slightly, to show respect in the old-fashioned way that he liked.

“- I hope I’m not being too abrupt, but you seem preoccupied by something. If you’ll allow it, I would like to help.”

He was intrigued. It seemed to him that she had this whole world inside her mind, this whole net of secrets that she kept, secrets that Damon intended on finding out.

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MessageSujet: Re: Root searching ft Rebecca (Hongrie) Jeu 26 Oct - 8:42


Rebecca regardait la fenêtre, totalement perdue dans ses pensées. En ce moment, elle n’était pas du tout en forme, elle était dans une de ces périodes où on se remettait en question. Cela allait faire un moment qu’elle avait intégré la Résistance. Les débuts avaient été très durs car elle avait eu du mal à s’adapter en premier lieu. Ensuite, le simple fait qu’elle n’avait jamais été une résistante dans l’âme rendait les choses plus difficiles pour elle. La blonde se souvenait des nombreuses disputes qu’elle avait eu avec Cyril, des lettres qu’elle avait écrite pour lui signifier sa volonté de s’en aller ainsi que de nombreux autres souvenirs difficiles à évoquer …

Maintenant, elle se sentait plus intégrée. Elle avait appris à connaître les motivations des autres qui résultent en général d’épisodes traumatisantes de leurs histoires personnelles. Ensuite, elle avait fini par comprendre que Cyril aimait vraiment diriger la Résistance et que cet amour pour cette organisation était en aucun cas malsain. Il avait aussi ses propres raisons d’être ce qu’il  était. Alors après des mois à errer sans rien faire, Rebecca s’était mise aux sports de combat afin de devenir elle même une guerrière. Ce geste avait fait plaisir à son copain et surtout à elle. Elle avait enfin eu l’impression d’être utile à quelque chose et cela lui faisait du bien, vraiment du bien. La fille d’Éris avait été toute sa vie une femme solitaire, qui ne dépendait que d’elle même. Le simple fait de s’entraîner pour une cause plus générale avait changé son point de vue sur la vie. Elle évoluait, devenait une vraie résistante.

Mais si l’esprit d’équipe la rendait plus forte, les raisons de son investissement étaient encore flous. Rebecca n’avait jamais porté une grosse haine envers sa mère, ni à son père d’ailleurs. Elle n’avait pas connu ces deux là, donc elle pensait qu’elle n’avait pas besoin de leur en vouloir. Pourtant, pour que sa transformation devienne effective, il fallait qu’elle trouve la vérité sur son passé. C’était le seul moyen pour avoir une véritable cause à son combat. Mais la blonde avait beau réfléchir, elle ne savait pas comment faire pour retrouver ses origines et cela la rendait malade.

- Miss Rebecca. I hope I’m not being too abrupt, but you seem preoccupied by something. If you’ll allow it, I would like to help.

L’arrivée de Damon, un ami résistant, la réveilla de ses songes. Rebecca le regarda de ses yeux tristes puis esquissa un léger sourire, juste par respect. Ce qu’elle aimait chez lui, c’était sa présence toujours bienveillante. À l’inverse de certains résistants, il avait un petit côté chaleureux qui lui faisait du bien.


- Hey my Damon. It’s true, I’m not really happy but I think that you can’t do anything.

Cette réponse était absurde. La blonde repoussait encore une fois une personne qui tentait de l’aider. Elle se maudissait intérieurement d’être aussi froide et pessimiste avec son ami alors qu’il avait l’air vraiment inquiet pour elle. Il fallait qu’elle se confie un peu plus, elle réalisait qu’elle ne pourrait jamais régler son problème toute seule.

- I think about the past. Well… I wonder that who are my parents. Sure, Eris is my mum. But who is my dad ? I just know his origins. He is hungarian from Budapest I supposed. I have too many questions in my mind: why did he abandoned me ? Did he know who I am ? Did he simply know my existence ? So I really want to find the truth in order to feel better.


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MessageSujet: Re: Root searching ft Rebecca (Hongrie) Mar 21 Nov - 18:19

Damon stared at her for what seemed like an eternity, though it was probably only a few seconds. She had those eyes, and this look on her face that he could so easily get lost in. She had a truly otherworldly quality to her, something he’d never quite seen anywhere else, something he was drawn without realizing it. She was like the Mona Lisa, this distant work of art you can never quite grab, always ever so slightly out of the reach of our understanding. Despite this odd attraction of his, he did truly admire her as a person: the zeal with which she trained each day just to better herself was inspiring to say the least, but maybe that was just the bloodthirsty son of Ares in him speaking. He saw her journey from being like a lost lamb in a wolf pack to becoming a wolf herself, fierce and assertive, determined to make the most out of her situation.

What she told him confirmed what he had understood though. Despite this recent growth in her character, she was still missing some pieces to truly be herself and be happy within this crazy storm of rage and revenge that was the resistance.

- Hey my Damon. It’s true, I’m not really happy but I think that you can’t do anything.


He could not help the slight smirk that grew on his face. He was confident in his ability to help people, despite his tendency for chaos. Moreover, he could clearly see her desire for someone, her desire for him to help her.

- I think about the past. Well… I wonder about who my parents are. Sure, Eris is my mum. But who is my dad? I just know his origin. He is Hungarian from Budapest, I suppose. I have too many questions in my mind: why did he abandon me? Does he know who I am? Was he even aware of my existence? I really think I need to find the truth in order to feel better.


His smirk turned into a sweet, caring smile. He tried his best to have a reassuring expression, before getting a bit closer to her.

-Miss, you got just the right person for this. It just so happens that I work at a lawyering firm, paperwork is our specialty. I’ll try to pull some strings, see what I can do. I just need you to give me as much information on this man as possible.


Damon spent the next week working hard on this. Rebecca and he spent a few hours talking about what she knew of her past and this man she knew so little about. Looking through files and files of Hungarian people, crossing them with Rebecca’s, was far from fun or rewarding, but it needed to be done.

It was only a few weeks later that they found themselves at an airport, with nothing much but their tickets and a simple address. The address. He wasn’t quite sure why, but Rebecca had wanted him to go to Hungary with her, and he wasn’t quite sure why, but he had accepted. They went through the security and arrived at the boarding gate. He turned to her with a smile.

-So here we are, uh. Do you feel ready for this ?

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MessageSujet: Re: Root searching ft Rebecca (Hongrie) Mar 5 Déc - 15:20



- Miss, I think you just found the right person for this. It just so happens that I work at a lawyering firm, paparwork is our speciality. I'll try to pull some strings, see what I can do. I just need you to give me as much information on this man as possible.

Rebecca told a part of her story : she was born on a unknown city, in Hungary and was abandoned on the steps of a door of a big farm in an another country located in the middle east of Europe. With her, there was a letter from her mum which said that her name was Rebecca, a daughter of a godhead and a director of an industry of technologies. At this time, farmers didnt' understand why the baby and the letter were there but the hungarian woman always kept the letter with her. It was the only evidence of her origins.

Damon spent his time to looking for the Rebecca's father. When he found the real identity of her father, he called her friend and told that he had got good news for her. Very excited, she said that she loved him so much and looked for two places for a plane for Budapest. A few weeks later, Rebecca and Damon were in the airport, ready to go in Hungary. She already missed Cyril but she promessed him by phone to be prudent and said many times that how she loved him. When they arrived in the boarding gate, the son of Ares turned to her with a lovely smile.


- So here we are, uh. Do you feel ready for this ?

The woman looked at him with a thankful smile. Oh, Damon made all for her, so she was very affected. He was a real friend who always wanted to help her. She had a big affection for her friend and loved him like a brother. She already realized that her affection was not the same as Damon. The half-god loved the blond woman with a very peculiar way that it made her very troubled. But she thought that it was his personnal way to love and she hoped truly that the man was sincere. Rebecca wanted to thank the guy. She gave him a kiss in his cheek so as to prove her gratitude.

- Oh thank you my dear ! You are so nice with me.. I don't know how to thank you.. It is just fantastic ! You are my hero... With all my heart, thank you very much, Damon.

Damon and Rebecca took their seats in the plane. The flight was very long, so the daughter of Eris slept on the shoulders of her friend during all the flight. When they arrived, the woman left the airport with a mix of exciting and apprehension. She realized that she will meet her dad... After left their bagages at the hotel, Damon and Rebecca went with a sort of precipitation in the building of the woman's dad. Her heart pounded when they entered in the building. Damon was found a photograph which represented her dad. He was a handsome man who had got blond hair and blue eyes like Rebecca. Suddenly, she saw a man who looks like the guy on the photograph. With a sort of apprehension, the daughter of Eris whispered to Damon :

- Look at the man... Oh God, it's him ! Oh... he is really tall.. How can I speak with him ? I can't come and say « hey ! I'm your daughter, nice to meet you ! »... And, he seems to be occuped, look, he speaks with a beautiful woman.



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MessageSujet: Re: Root searching ft Rebecca (Hongrie) Jeu 21 Déc - 7:10



Root Searching
Damon & Rebecca

« Consider your origins: you were not made to live as brutes, but to follow virtue and knowledge. »
"Oh, thank you my dear! You are so nice to me.. I don't know how to thank you.. It is just fantastic! You are my hero... With all my heart, thank you very much, Damon."

He never could help his always ever so fancy manners, and bowed his head a little with a smile. He replied:

“Anything to see your lovely smile.”

He always was very good at helping people, after all. Above all, he meant to please others, to get them to see him in a good light. He had become almost an expert on how to serve, help, appear as the white knight in shining armor that so many people longed for. He thrived on their acceptance, living only to feel validated by other people. Only to break their trust after that was achieved, of course. He was always a very lonely person with very superficial relationships, not that it bothered him all that much. After all, he didn’t even realize the facticity of them and the hypocrisy he surrounded himself with. After a while, they finally boarded the plane. Damon was not a travelling man, he’d only ever seen New York and Toronto in his life. Well, and Paris ever since his quite recent “business trip” with his lovely boss. Needless to say, he wasn’t used to planes, but he quite enjoyed them nonetheless. The voyage was made even more enjoyable thanks to the presence of his friend. It still felt kind of weird to him to even consider someone that way, especially an attractive woman such as her, but, well, she was unavailable. Only the “friend” position was open to her.

They finally arrived in Hungary after a rather long trip that he was unable to sleep through due to the young woman resting her head on his shoulder for most of it. They made their way to the hotel to take care of some stuff, to then head straight to the building where they would find her father. During the whole way there, he could see her friend was scared. Well it was a bit more than that, it seemed to be an unhealthy mix of apprehension, fright, excitement, and anticipation. He did his best to try and calm her anguish, trying to be as reassuring as possible, with a mix of kind words and positive body language. It took a surprisingly small amount of time to find the man matching the photograph he’d found. He was just there, in front of them, talking to a strikingly beautiful woman. Judging by their expressions and the way they talked, their relationship seemed a bit more than friendly, though not quite relationship-y yet. Definitely flirting.

"Look at the man... Oh God, it's him! Oh... he is really tall... How can I talk to him? I can't come and say « hey! I'm your daughter, nice to meet you! »... And, he seems to be busy, look, he’s talking to a beautiful woman."

He turned to face her and put one hand on her shoulder:

“Rebecca, look at me. You have absolutely no reason to be scared. He should be the one scared to meet his daughter, the best person he’s ever going to have met. Just… follow my lead, alright?”


He took his hand to lead her to the couple, only to let go when they were there. The man turned to them, an intrigued look on his face. Damon opened the conversation with a big smile, trying his best to seem as friendly and sociable as humanly possible:

“Hello sir. My name is Damon, and my friend here is Rebecca. We’re very sorry to interrupt your conversation, but we have important matters that we’d like to discuss with you as soon as your disponibilities and willfulness allow. We’d like to buy you a drink, if that’s okay with you. If now isn’t a good time, here is my card with my number on it, please call at your convenience. “
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