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In Progress Taking Sides (Exit Fate)

Keltena

I told you – I'm always with you.
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I have realized that there is no fanart or fanfiction for either of SCF's games, so it has become my quest to change this. In addition, I'm absolutely in love with the story, characters, and pairings of Exit Fate. So, I present an attempt at a fanfic with *drumroll* an actual plot! I'm hoping I'll get better at writing chapters. Enjoy~

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Prologue - A Marriage and a Message

“I didn't expect it to come to this.”

The voice is female and slightly accented, serious but not overly so.

“Neither did I, to be honest.”

The second voice is male, level, and has a bit of a casual sound to it despite the gravity of the situation.

“I can find you an escort home. My country does not expect you to involve yourself in this.”

The shadows cast by the sun streaming through the window shift slightly as one of the figures shakes their head.

“No, I'll stay. We wouldn't be much of an ally if we abandoned you.”

There is a distinct lack of movement as the other figure stands still as a statue, moving only to fold their arms.

“We were unprepared for this. There isn't much you can do to help.”

The taller figure stands up.

“Then I'll help in a different way. I was already planning to move on... It won't make a difference if I do it now.”

* * *​

An old, long-haired priest says some final words and the couple standing by the entrance to Cento Temple smile at each other and kiss. The small smile seems almost out of place on one of the faces, usually so serious. However, the other shows no restraint in beaming at her new spouse and the small group of people around them.​

As the crowd disperses, their friends come up to the two to congratulate them. Angel is there, and Col as well as Rorschach; even Captain Erin and Carson have taken the time off from their duties to see the young couple wed.​

Almost everyone is there – at least, almost everyone the two are at all close to. Members of the Elysium Army who they've been through good and bad times with are there to congratulate the now-married couple and give them their best wishes for the future. Some are people they haven't seen in months, even.​

There's still one person missing, though. One person who couldn't possibly be there.​

She doesn't think of herself as picking favorites, but if there's one person she wished could come, it's him.​

Ayara knows it's selfish to want him to be at her wedding when he has much more important things to do, so she doesn't say a word on the subject, instead choosing to dance – awkwardly, as she's not that used to wearing a dress – with Jasper.​

She's happy enough as it is.​

* * *​

Talking out loud isn't quite professional, nor is it the way of the ninja. Unfortunately for one girl, it's also a hard habit to get out of.​

“Sorry to leave like this, Ror,” she mutters to herself as she pulls an unconscious messenger into the bushes, “but I'm sure you'd understand. Not exactly the kind of thing I can come back after, you know?” The dark-haired girl searches through the man's pockets and bags, eventually standing up with an envelope in her hand. “Looks like I caught 'em in time...”​

“And who exactly hast thou caught, milady?” The interrupting voice is high but male, and as the ninja spins around, she is able to attribute it to a young blond man in armor that could only be described as 'shining'.​

“Huh? N-nothing! Just talking to myself,” she manages in an attempt to sound dismissive. Hasn't she seen this guy somewhere before? That's a question for another day, she decides hastily. Stuffing the envelope into her pocket, the girl makes a run for it, vanishing unpursued into the deeper parts of the forest.​

The 'knight' does not make an attempt to follow her, instead looking over the messenger on the ground. “Just what I needed... interference from the Sun Clan. As if this all wasn't difficult enough for me already.”​

Drawing his sword, he finishes the ninja girl's job for her.​
 
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Chapter 1 - Cut Off

“Are you sure? He's never taken this long... especially not at a time like this.”

Jovian Knight – male, thirty-four years old, and President of the Elysium Republic – shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

“We haven't heard a thing from him since he left Gojistan.” Angel Windsor – female, same age – closes her eyes. “It's like he's vanished off the face of the world.”

Jovian shakes his head. “Something's got to be wrong. It's not like him to leave us hanging like this.” Standing up, he walks to the door.

“Jovian! What if someone needs you for something?” Jovian turns and glances back at Angel.

“I can't just sit around here. I'm going to go see if there's any news from the other states.”

The dark-haired woman sighs, following him out of the room. “It's times like this when I wonder if you've really changed at all.”

* * *

“No.” The voice of the speaker is almost unnatural; it carries a kind of force that seems completely contrary to the innocence of the high, male tone it's spoken in. “Stick to the deal, or details of your methods will leak to the Yan Angwa. I don't need to tell you what will happen if they find out what you've been doing.”

The room is empty, barren except for a few scattered chairs, a table, and two people. There is a woman seated, legs crossed; and then, across the room, there is a blond man leaning against a wall. The silence is only deafening for a moment.

“This wasn't a part of our deal, and you know it well.” She's speaking in a brittle tone, teetering between patience and impatience. “Our goal is Gojistan. Yours is Almenga. Do I need to remind you which comes first?”

There is a slight scraping on the floor as the man stands up. “You're not in a position to bargain. This war will destroy you if you don't accept my help.” He walks to the door, as if to leave. “It's your choice – give me a hand, or fight a long war that will kill thousands of your people.”

“I wouldn't walk out on me if I were you.” Now her eyes are narrowed, and her voice noticeably vexed. “If you turn against us, all we have to do is contact him. He can destroy you just as quickly as we brought you into this world.”

The man opens the door, only turning back to raise an eyebrow at the woman. “Contact 'him'? I doubt you'd bring him into this, seeing as he's your biggest obstacle. Besides...”

He closes the door behind him, saying the last words to no one.

“...that might be exactly what I want.”

* * *

“Where in the world have you been?

Captain Erin's voice is as exasperated as one can reasonably be with the President of the Elysium Republic.

“Did I miss something?” Despite the lack of apology, Jovian is instantly serious and somewhat professional. The hope for news from Daniel doesn't hurt, either.

“We've received an update from General Nashal. On the war with the Holy Empire of Rocaine.” Jovian takes the letter Erin is holding and quickly scans it. Frowning, he reads it again, then puts it down on the table.

“They're retreating before the war has even started? What could they be trying to say?”

“That's not all.” Jasper, standing by Erin's side, places another folded piece of paper on the table. “One of the Khan's agents in the Holy Empire of Rocaine intercepted this message. Apparently, it was a message dictated by the Empress, to be sent to the head of the Rocaine military.”

Getting no further explanation, Jovian unfolds the letter and reads through it. Slowly, he looks back up at the small group assembled before him, looking for once completely baffled. “What—“

“They're declaring war on us,” Erin explains unnecessarily, staring Jovian in the eye. “What could possibly make them think—“

“Angel,” Jovian interrupts quietly. “Look at this handwriting. Isn't this...?”

Angel glances at the paper, then takes it without asking and examines it more closely. “I can't completely tell, but... you're right. That's what it looks like.”

Jovian exhaled slowly, hand gripping the table painfully hard. “So I'm not imagining things. This is Daniel's handwriting.”
 
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