Avatar of Onarax
  • Last Seen: 7 mos ago
  • Joined: 10 yrs ago
  • Posts: 890 (0.24 / day)
  • VMs: 0
  • Username history
    1. Onarax 10 yrs ago

Status

User has no status, yet

Bio

User has no bio, yet

Most Recent Posts







A day, a week, a month, time marched on and soon enough the ball became memory. Thankful? She may have been. Truthfully for a Duodecim daughter last month's premier event had had very little import. She was not privy to the same relaxation and glamour her fellow students indulged in. If anything it was

A chore.

Those social gatherings were rife with politics: who to dance with, who to show interest towards, who to shun. Politics she was glad to be rid of. So she spent most of the evening on her own. Enjoying the night sky and patiently waiting until she could once again dance with her blade under the moonlight.

By contrast, the training in the days to come was far more relaxing. Well... Mentally, far more relaxing mentally. She was not one to slack after all. Physical exertion was a must when it came to properly building herself up. In that sense, she was never quite physically relaxed during her training. Not if she wanted to reach the lofty standards she held herself to; to do right by her family name. She was a Diana, from the vaunted name came responsibilities and duties aplenty.

Unready.

She still had a long way to go. Her older brothers would probably laugh if they saw how unrefined her elementum control still was. Sure it wasn't like she was lacking behind her peers and by itself the formulation of Aether was exactly failing. But combining everything she was learning in training with her own swordplay? That was laughable. At least for her standards. Everything felt half a second disjointed, not quite the smooth motions she had come to expect. There was no tandem, just a flow that felt wrong.

Unbalanced.

For those outside her family the disconnect between Elementum and sword was probably unnoticeable. But for Vanna it was a feeling that persisted. Becoming an Ars Magi had granted her a new tool with which she would achieve even greater heights, so to have a part of her being not yet fully under her command? Frustrating. Frustrating indeed. She knew she'd eventually master the power and blend it with the rest of her abilities and until then she'd continue to train and work, making this new power her own. Til blade and magic truly became one.

Outside of training there wasn't much change in her daily life after the ball. Still the same invigorating morning drills, the same diligent schoolwork during the day and the same novel evenings whenever the others decided her presence was necessary. Oxymoronic. Perhaps, but every such excursion with her teammates did prove to remain novel for the young lady.

And yes, that's officially what they were now: teammates.

Which brought her to the present day and their first official exercise as a team. Protection detail was a job any Diana would be happy to take on. The VIPs in her charge consisted of cadets from the sister academy including Nicole's current paramour. Combat drones would serve as the exercise's opposition, and Team 3 would work with their charge to secure a few key locations. On the surface a fairly simple exercise and one quite relaxed from the dangers her team had faced thus far.

The catch? She wasn't sure yet if there was one, but she didn't put it past the instructors.

Since there was no immediate danger, like they had experienced on the airship, Vanna was more than content to allow her fellow Ars Magi to converse and devise their plan of attack. Commandeering in every situation would be excessive. Besides, how could her peers ever grow if she always took charge.

Penny and Cordelia were the first to chime in, both with strategies of their own. Penny Grenoble, ever stalwart and self-sacrificing, immediately offered her own body as a shield. Forever steadfast, the young girl always seemed determined to set up as a strong vanguard. Cordelia Whittaker, the newest member of the team, quickly built upon the strategy by proposing, in her own terms, a pawn sacrifice. It was a solid strategy, one that prioritized the lives of their charge first and foremost.

But...

Words first spoken by her father rang out in Vanna's head: A lesson he had instilled in his daughter years ago.

"Do you know the mark of inexperience I see most often in new officers? Fresh out of training and ready to serve. And mind you some of these kids are actual geniuses; at a tactical level I'll never catch up to."

She could still hear his laugh.

"They treat real combat like it's a game. Lives will be endangered in the pursuit of efficiency. Soldiers will be asked to take on risks just because it can save time or manpower in the grand scheme. And sure, the strategies are sound and there's a time and place for them but, well..."

The somber look on her father's face, a reflection of years spent on the front, never left her.

"Even if it costs me more time and bullets, I'd rather get everyone out without a scratch than risk my gunner losing his hand because his focus waned. I guess what I'm saying is, always remember you're dealing with real lives, real people. If you don't get them home in one piece you have real families to answer to."

Sure this was all an exercise, but that didn't mean she wanted her comrades to pointlessly endanger themselves.

"If I may," Diana's daughter finally took the stage, "I do not believe we should split up or expose ourselves to excessive danger unless it becomes an absolute necessity. I agree with Miss Cognoscenti, evading the drone's notice by using the tools at our disposable should be our primary focus. Whether through the methods already discussed or by taking advantage of their sensitivity to magic and providing false positives."

She paused, somehow she had found herself taking charge once more. She could never back down from her duties, even if she hadn't planned on being such a domineering force in the conversation.

Responsibility.

Turning toward her ranged focused teammate, she had one last advice, "Miss Noel, I believe you should keep your sights on the nearest drone at all times. Thus, should we inadvertently trigger them, we can rely on you to take one enemy out of the fight before the battle even begins."

And then turning towards the team as a whole once more.

"If we must fight, stay close, cover each other's backs and make sure no one gets overwhelmed. As Miss Cognoscenti illustrated we all are well aware of each other's strengths. Play towards them, don't overexert yourselves and victory is assured."

Inscrutable as always on the outside but the fire had long begun burning.

The next challenge was here.

And she would win.






The past few weeks had been a welcome reprieve: a chance to catch one's breath after the breakneck pace that had been their initiation to Voids and Ars Magi. Yet in spite of their break Vanna found herself grappling with an odd feeling. A sense of unease? Concern?

Exact descriptors may have failed her but the simple fact remained that things felt off.

Wrong.

An unspoken feeling that loitered through the campus halls... at least for a few days. The trainees were still young and easily distracted. All it took was a few days of normalcy and classwork for many to move on or at least put the dread behind them. This was their life now; fixating on peculiarities wouldn't improve matters.

Still things had only been brushed aside, not forgotten.

A band-aid.

For a still healing wound.

As for the daughter of Diana her routine hadn't changed much. Only the setting. The attack she had endured and the battle her fellow teammates had waged in her absence served as fuel. She had another reason to train, another reason to succeed: she would be ready whatever the danger.

She had to be.

The young silver haired woman soon became a familiar sight to any fellow morning birds at the academy. By dawn she'd be finishing her warm up mile and by 7 AM her morning exercises in general. It was never anything too strenuous mostly just running and core exercises with strength training thrown in here and there. The academy had drills of their own and injury through overwork would be a rookie mistake.

Stupid and foolish.

Besides her current routine left her with ample time to shower and grab breakfast before classes. At first she'd simply consume whatever was offered at the school cafeteria, but, well... Cognoscenti. All it took was one morning encounter and suddenly Vanna found herself accompanying the team's resident socialite on breakfast bagel runs.

A whirlwind.

That was Nicole Cognoscenti of the wind elementum.

The classes themselves had been fairly simple; most of the girls had never been afforded the luxuries Vanna had possessed growing up. Most? None of the girls had come from as privileged a background. As such it came with little surprise that most of the first three weeks was spent reviewing knowledge Vanna already possessed or improving the shape of her fellow cadets.

Boring.

Yes, in a word.

Still she couldn't allow boredom to dull her abilities. A Diana had to always strive for the top. Excuses were for the weak willed and the Lady of Potentia was anything but weak. If she had to work on schoolwork while eating lunch so be it. Whatever it took to stay on top. She would remain diligent and refined: an example for all her fellow cadets at the academy. However mind numbing the process might be, that was her duty.

But that's what the evenings were for: a chance to recenter.

They had been anyway, until Nicole's bubbling impatience had led to the young Hastian dragging both Vanna and Astrelle out into the city. From Chinese hole in the walls to karaoke parlors, Nicole had been quick to introduce the Potentian Lady to new experiences. Of their many excursions? perhaps the most memorable had been an evening screening of Demonetta. A violent and action packed affair confined within a two dimensional space and her first time experiencing the so called "trip to the movies." Between the cheers of the audience and Nicole's own eager gasps, it was obvious others greatly enjoyed the experience. But she wasn't entirely sure what she thought other than it all being rather noisy.

But she didn't hate it.

Still, truth be told, Vanna wasn't entirely certain why she so frequently agreed to Nicole's evening escapades. Curiosity? Camaraderie? The Hastian's infectious energy was persuasive, even if Vanna didn't truly understand the reason why. Her aura. Yes some people just had this aura that drew attention and roped others into their orbit. One of her brothers was quite similar, perhaps he and Nicole would've been friends.

Friends?

Was that what she considered her other teammates to be now? She couldn't quite be sure, she hadn't known them or the prospect itself long enough to make a judgement. The potential was there of course but so far it was unknown if the outcome would be realized. And she was fine that, she signed up to be a defender, a guardian, an Ars Magi, not a friend. But she wasn't fully opposed to the concept, she just didn't know what to think yet.

Do the others...

Yes, did the others grapple with similar questions? It certainly appeared that way for the young lady of the Lennox household, watching her navigate Nicole's energy during the evenings had been amusing. But what of the other three girls in their team? Did any of them wonder about the nature of their relations? Was she in some way betraying their expectations with her hesitancy? Vanna's mind was oft inquisitive of such ordeals but the answers were never quite in reach.

And seeking them was a distraction.

On the few evenings Diana's daughter found herself alone or the nights after she had left the company of others, she finally had time to focus on what mattered most to her: The sword. Her moonlit blade still shone as brilliant as its first summoning. Her constant companion now and forever demanded respect from the young Ars Magi. Respect she was happy to give the blade by practicing both her elementum and swordplay night after night on the dormitory rooftops. There she could soar and test her limits, there she could refine her craft. The moon still shines and one is alive: two identical phrases in the old tongue of her homeland.

And the moon always shines brightest upon a Diana.

An old lesson from her mother.

So under the moon she trained until it was time for rest and the day to begin anew.

That had been the long and short of how Vanna had spent the past few weeks. A lot of hard work, a sprinkling of new experiences, and few moments of true rest; but all of it had been rewarding. And today appeared to be the first day where their two other teammates would finally venture out with the others. Once again Vanna found herself tagging along, still not entirely sure why, but she had plenty of time to come up with a reason. She remained silent for the most part, simply providing a helpful smile when Dana indicated she'd need assistance finding the proper attire for the upcoming ball. Certainly between her, Nicole and Astrelle they'd be able to help their teammate out.

Today promised to be another long but fun? evening...

Well that wasn't necessarily quite the word but she was still curious to see where the evenings plans would lead.

A large world.

For Potentia's daughter to explore.






"How's the knee, Vanna? Took a pretty nasty fall there."

"Who won?"


An unfamiliar ceiling.

Clean.

While the room itself may have been foreign, the smell was anything but. The sterile air, the subtle scent of antiseptic: it wasn't hard to recognize to the telltale signs of a hospital. Some hallmarks stay true regardless of country. The dressing may change but the essence will remain.

We survived.

We?

Unless God possessed a sardonic sense of humor, being in a hospital meant she had survived the encounter with the Void. But had the others? How could any of the day's events be counted as a success if even a single one of her fellow cadets had perished? Was it even the same day for that matter?

Slow.

Her thought were racing- a scattered mind left to process the comedown of tumultuous events. She was filled with questions about the Void, herself, her fellow students, but now was not the time for such queries. She was alive the rest of her answers would come in time. Right now she had to take stock of the rest of her facilities as she did her best to sit up in the hospital bed. A dull ache coarsed throughout the daughter of Diana, her muscles no doubt pleading to be spared from such overexertion in the future.

A brush of her hand revealed bandages and stitches addressing the wound across her cheek. The fresh pain of the attack was long gone, if anything the stitches hurt more than the wound itself. But even that pain felt dampened, no doubt the result of medication provided by the doctor in charge.

Tomorrow's pain.

Her shuffling must have alerted a nurse to Vanna's freshly conscious state as the door to her room soon opened. Vanna's lingering questions would go unanswered, at least for now, as it quickly became apparently that the nurse had a timetable to keep. And thus Vanna found herself whisked away for more tests.

Busy day.




An hour later, she found herself in a car ride with the other cadets, everyone had survived and mostly unscathed for that matter. Mostly. The cast around Penny's arm stuck out as a sore reminder of the harrowing duel. Still her gambit had worked, a fact the upbeat Venusian readily delivered to Vanna. Nicole's boundless energy and eagerness to fill in the blanks for the lady of Potentia was greatly appreciated. Although it was evident the events of the day had demolished previous pretenses of decorum.

Babe?

Well perhaps decorum wasn't the right umbrella to classify rules about referring to a Duodecim as babe under, but Vanna didn't exactly have the energy left to care. Besides the information provided was far too valuable to interrupt with lessons on etiquette? No, even that word didn't quite fit.

Tangent.

Her mind was getting sidetracked; the information about the mysterious enemy combatant in particular was far more pertinent. A mysterious Ars Magi-esque figure but one fighting on behest of the Void? It was news to her, and worrying news at that. But it also wasn't as though there was anything that could be done at this moment. Yet another problem for tomorrow. Today's battle, as close and difficult as it may have been, had resulted in a victory and that's what mattered.

As she pressed her head against the window, looking out towards the military city that would be her home for the next few years, the normally inscrutable young lady couldn't help but smile.

Joy?




Another hour passed and the daughter of Diana finally took her first step in her new home. Her first greeting came not from a person, but from the blaring of music and the sight of a young redhead hard at work. Shame to interrupt her.

“Oh--hey! They said you’d show up eventually. I’m Cara.”

The other girl held out a hand in greeting that Vanna had no qualms accepting, sweat covered as it may have been. She had spent too much time around soldiers and sparring with her brothers to be bothered by such an inconsequential detail.

"Diana Khay Vanna of Potentia. A pleasure." as her response left her mouth, Vanna found herself surprised at just how tired she sounded.

“Is your face okay?”

"The cut will heal, but I must say I admire your dedication," she responded truthfully, nodding her head towards the center of the room, "Apologies for the distraction. Don't let me stop you."

She didn't waste any further time on pleasantries, she wasn't trying to be rude and hopefully the other girl would understand as much. She was simply tired. She needed a shower to wash away the grime of battle, and whatever hours of rest she could scrounge together to heal her body.

And that's what she did. Her last thoughts before she drifted to sleep was a grim realization.

She'd miss a morning run.

Slacking.




Any hopes she had for a relaxing initiation evaporated to the sound of trumpets. At this point the days were blurring together, hopefully at the end of today the cycle would finally break. But now wasn't the time to ponder over such thoughts, she had a face to wash, teeth to brush, hair to straighten, a uniform to wear...

The list went on, but the deadline was fixed, 30 minutes to make it to the main hall. Now was not the time to remain weary.

Things continued to proceed at a blistering pace, a speech from the headmaster, tests by the facility, it was all just noise. A part of her felt shame at not properly investing in the day's activities. It was a grand day, and there was an obligation to treat it as such, but after having faced a Void and called forth her magic everything else felt hollow, uninspiring. The minutiae, the congratulatory speeches all felt like needless road bumps along her path. She had had her first taste of the rest of her life. It had been dangerous and humbling; a situation she had done her best to maintain her composure during.

But...

It had also been fun?

As always, the Duodecim heir made sure to not allow her frustrations appear across her face as she daintily partook in the banquet laid out for the cadets. She wasn't one to join in the conversation around her, it simply did not interest her. No doubt she would soon be called upon to introduce her roommate, but until then she'd enjoy the food.

Better than the front, worse than home.

7/10






The beginning always seemed so still.

Calm.

Yes. Calm. It was always this way, a brief moment to reflect before action. It was in this stagnant silence that Vanna felt more at home and more alive than she had this entire journey. A peculiar thing but it's not like one could control such inclinations. That last second before take off, that last breath before the pitcher began his windup; that was Vanna's comfort zone.

That was when everything felt right.

In that singular second Vanna heard nothing else. None of the other girls in the room mattered anymore. It was just her and the Void.

And then it began.

The beast disappeared in a flash, the gap between the two shrank instantly; her opponent did not want Vanna to have any time to contemplate her decisions. All it wanted was the kill: a savage creature through and through. The speed was indeed otherworldly, faster than any human Vanna had faced thus far. But it wasn't quite fast enough.

The comfort zone.

The shift in gear came naturally to the daughter of Diana, her head swiftly turning away from the beast's outstretched hand. Nevertheless she felt a sharp jolt as her body let her know she too hadn't quite been quick enough. The clawed fingers had found a mark across her left cheek but now wasn't the time to buckle in pain. Diana Khay Vanna would not perish here. Could not. Adrenaline would do its job to make the pain fleeting and so Vanna would do her job and retaliate against the creature.

She had scarcely finished her sidestep of the beast's attack before beginning her counter: A quick, singular thrust at the heart of the monster. A strike she had rehearsed for years, albeit never with the leg of a chair, but an actor can't always choose their props. Like a seasoned sniper she knew before contact that her aim was true. The chair leg shattered as she pierced the Void's core forcing Vanna to leap back and let go of her short lived companion.

But the damage had been done, the creature was on its knees, convulsing in pain? She wasn't sure if the Void could even feel such a thing. Still the important fact of the matter was that her plan had worked. The desperate action had opened a path for the others to escape, or rather get them out of this particular ordeal, she could only hope that they had found support on the other side.

Now she needed to decide upon her own path. The one other girl left in the hallway, Penny Grenoble, had managed to regain her own footing and was looking to Vanna for instruction.

"I say we finish this thing off, but if you think we can make a break for it, I'm with ya. I think I got one last charge for this ugly fucker, so just say the word."

While she may have drawn complaints with Penny's coarse choice in words, Vanna also couldn't help but agree with the overarching decision. Right now the beast was on its knees, right now it could be hurt and the core would shatter, but there was no telling what might happen if the two girls turned their back on the Void.

"Miss" Vanna winced, the gash across her cheek was deeper than she thought "Grenoble. Save your energy. You may need it. Not sure if... if this will work."

It hurt to finish the sentence but she pushed forward. Now it was time to put theory into practice. Her weapon was gone and attacking with her barefists seemed suicidal- she needed a new option. Dana Noel. Yes, she was overflowing with Nox, more Aether coursed through her today than it had her entire life, if she couldn't project her Elementum outward today, the way her fellow initiate had so effortlessly, when would she?

Focus...

Concentrate on the energy within, let it swirl, let it flow, let it breathe, and then guide it... Guide it to her fingers, let it accumulate and condense. Capture it all within the palm of her hand....

And then it went.

Out of her hand exploded a blast of energy. The Aether she had been building up for so long surged outwards and towards the Void. It was a pinpoint blast aimed for the core: a hammer to drive in the last remaining piece of wood left in the heart of the beast.

tired.....

But as the blast of energy left her hand so too did the little strength Vanna still possessed. She had drained her reserves and now she was at the mercy of pain and fatigue. Her vision blurred and the ceiling seemed to fly farther away. No the ceiling wasn't flying she was falling. Ah she'd been here before...

Her eyes closed quickly as the Lady of Potentia slumped to the ground. Exhaustion had claimed yet another victim. The other girls could take care of themselves. Now she could rest.

But she had won. Again.

She had been victorious.

Right?






Breath...

She had to steady herself in the darkness...

Penny's charge at the beast had been unexpected. The other girl had taken off before Vanna had an opportunity to put a single word in edgewise. True to her Elementum the decision had been lightning fast. Honestly the lady of Diana felt a tad ashamed at not being ready to follow Penny's lead but none of her training had quite yet prepared her to quickly work with others. On the contrary her training begged her to stay patient and wait for the opening. Wait to slay the beast.

But nonetheless she couldn't help but feel guilt?

Watching Penny slam against the wall, hearing the sickening crack of her no doubt dislodged shoulder, only heightened Vanna's feelings of failure. It was her job to protect the others and it didn't take an expert to glance at the room and assign her a failing grade. The other girls were at a loss. No one seemed to have an answer for the situation.

Breath...

Let it all fade away.

Focus...

She could do this.

As her free hand reached down Vanna barely registered Dana's cries or Nicole's calls. The dark room may as well just contain her and the Void. She would clear a path. And it started with a single step.

Literally.

Well that's if one considered a flying shoe to be considered stepping.

Vanna knew she needed to get the beast's attention and with limited options what better speeding projectile to use than her own shoe. Everything the Void beast had shown indicated it was one of the lower class monsters and that meant it behaved more like an animal than a man. It acted on impulse, not reason, and that was Vanna's opportunity. This was how she'd buy the opening for the others to escape past the beast.

She'd figure out her own escape later.

As her makeshift projectile found its mark Vanna had but one word for the creature:

"Come!" She called out, voice filled with steely determination.

It was not a boast, not a challenge or even a cry to arms.

It was an order.

The beast would obey.

And now, Aether flowing through her body, she'd be ready for the retaliation. She had been fortunate enough to glimpse the core during Penny's ill-fated attack, and she'd make sure that attack wasn't in vain. The plan was simple: if she saw the opportunity to dodge and riposte with her makeshift blade at the Void's core, she would strike without hesitation. But her priority was dodging the first attack. She'd only go for the counter attack if she was certain her chair leg could strike true. The Aether in her body had pooling for quite a while; the strength, the speed, would give her a way to prevail. But dodge or strike she hoped that the distraction would at least buy the others the moment they needed to escape.

What was the saying?

Do or die.






Things don't always go as planned. Some days you wake up planning to eat cereal for breakfast and end up settling for toasted bread, other days you board an airship expecting a smooth journey and end up traversing darkness accompanied by girls you barely know. Suffice to say the day wasn't exactly going the way Vanna had anticipated, but there was no use bemoaning one's fate. All she could do was persevere and follow her training. Today was simply a crash course. An expedited curriculum if you will.

And now, as two soldiers approached them, flashlights uncomfortably bright in the darkness, it was time for the next class of the day. Survival? A dour topic to be sure. And as a tendril interrupted the no doubt important instructions Vanna's early expectations all came true: Their host had been called for a crisis and that crisis was the Void. Vanna had been right. Again.

Not really a thrilling comfort in this situation.

She was not, however, the first to respond to the creatures before them. That honor went to the bespectacled user of the Lightning Elementum. Equal parts foolhardy and brave the girl had charged into the unknown with an electrified fist dedicated to the Void beast. Surprisingly the blow was at least successful in momentarily saving the absconded soldier. Dana Noel was quick to follow up with treatment while the daughter of Lennox let loose her frustrations; frustrations her fellow Venusian did her best to assuage. A half baked plan of reconnaissance appeared to be forming. All the other players had taken their place on stage.

Thus the daughter of Diana found herself at a crossroads.

She knew better than most the dangers of the Void. She had watched her brothers shoot stragglers at the borders of Potentia for years, she had seen injured soldiers rushed to the ICU. And she had seen those they left behind. Her father had made sure Vanna knew the stakes for the lives she would one day be tasked with protecting. A creature of the Void was no easy target, not some practice dummy to learn the ropes against.

They were humanity's greatest enemy.

Oh how easy it would be to run, to escape and find reinforcements. Truthfully it was probably their best chance of surviving, who knew how strong the creature in front of them was and whether their underdeveloped magic even stood a chance of harming the monster. She could do it too, the Aether coursing through her body would provide more than enough speed. The monster was distracted, now was her opportunity. Sacrifice others for a greater good?

But that was never an option. That was not the Diana way. That could only be called one thing: Disgraceful.

One breath, one deep breath was all she needed to steady herself and let her training take over.

"Miss Cognoscenti, Lady Lennox," she called out, as her mind worked fast to formulate a plan, "take Miss Noel and the soldier with you. The three of you should be able to make it to the control room with him. I suspect that's where the other soldiers will be stationed and with any luck a few Ars Magi will be in their ranks. Regardless that man had instructions for us so whenever he regains consciousness I'm certain he'll be able to guide you to reinforcements."

As far as Vanna could tell, this was the ideal maneuver. It didn't appear any of the other girls had received any sort of combat training. Asking them to fight would be suicidal. Their best hope was regrouping with the ship's main forces.

"I'll assist Ms. Grenoble, as soon as we can disengage from the Void we'll catch up with you. So now please. Get going."

Vanna didn't bother looking back to see if the other girls followed her instructions. She didn't have that luxury. But she hoped they were already moving. It was truthfully the only path to victory she could see. If they made it to the control room, or wherever the soldier had wanted to take them, if they found reinforcements, they may yet survive this doomed voyage.

But Pennelope Grenoble's fate would depend upon Vanna.

As she approached the other girl Vanna's mind once more drifted back to her youth: words from her eldest brother the day he found out she would be joining Nova Lux. 'Well if you're going to be fighting the Void, I'd be remiss if I didn't teach you the basics...'

"Miss Grenoble," Vanna began as she took her place by the other girl's side, makeshift weapon in hand, "if nothing else you have courage."

It was an earnest compliment, dangerous as the other girl's actions had been, they had also saved a life and that was admirable.

"If you wish to survive today's harrowing adventure please listen closely. The Void are dangerous, especially for incomplete women like ourselves. I do not know what class of Void creature stands before us, but I suspect our odds of defeating it are slim, I believe our best bet is to find an opportunity to extract ourselves and run from the creature. But if we can't escape."

And so her brother's words came back, an echo for a new recipient.

"Low level Voids are relatively dimwitted beasts, using their raw strength to overpower humans. Magic is the most effective weapon and they have a core hidden somewhere in their body. Find the core, break it with magic, and you get a dead Void." 'Simple right?'

She didn't add her brother's last words to her instructions.

"Now brace yourself, I believe you angered the beast."

And thus Vanna stood ready, poised to react and find some way to achieve victory against the monster before her. She would win, that was her job after all.

She would win.

Definitely.






Dejected faces and hollow praise.

The usual.

It was unfortunate really; she'd still been holding onto a slim hope that things might be different amongst the other initiates. A hope that others would have put in at least some level of effort before entering the academy. Or at the very least that others wouldn't be so quick to take her every word as a slight and lock her away on some faux pedestal. Not that any of that mattered. She was used to all this. It was the norm. The standard. She'd just have to work harder. She'd push forward alone, like she always had, nothing had changed.

It never really does.

It didn't take long though for the other girls to move on to discussing the intricacies of their favorite forms of entertainment once more. Interspersed somehow with discussions of their siblings. Honestly the ability of others to jump from topic to topic was equal parts amazing and exhausting.

No perhaps that was too harsh an assessment of the other girls. It wasn't their fault that Vanna tired of the current chatterings, she'd simply had a long few hours. And with nothing of interest to direct her focus towards... well it was an unhealthy mix to say the least. At this point Vanna was surprised she hadn't completely zoned out. It was certainly tempting as improper it may be.

Then, as if angered by her brief flirtation with impropriety, the entire cabin shook once more. The violent uptake in turbulence cared little for conversations of Hasta and romance, and the Lady of Diana found herself reflecting back to her earlier concerns of why their host had so rapidly departed the cabin. She had but a singular moment of eerie calm to ponder such thoughts before the windows became engulfed in darkness. A darkness that soon gave host to a lone red eye.

The Void?

This time Vanna didn't even receive a moment to process the creature, to compare it to those she had seen at the border of Potentia, before the cabin was thrown into disarray. The first upheaval caught Vanna completely by surprise as she found herself thrown to the far left of the cabin. Her already sore body got a rude awakening as she collided with one of the walls of the cabin. The following upheavals would not be so fortunate.

Surprise only worked against a Diana once after all.

Her hand was quick to grab hold of a railing above her head. Furnishing designed originally to hold luggage would now hold her. While her own movement may have been somewhat rooted, she still had to take care to not be hit by flying (falling?) objects like the chairs they had been so daintily sipping tea in moments before. During the height of the ensuing chaos her free hand ended up reflexively snatching a small object out of the air. Not that she had a moment to take stock of what exactly she had grabbed, not yet anyway.

Finally the turbulence subsided, and as she regained her balance her right hand, the one not currently preoccupied with clutching a small foreign object, found itself grasping at her side for a familiar companion that was unfortunately not there in her time of need. Where was a lady's sword when she needed it most?

Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

With one final hum the flickering lights gave way and the room became engulfed by the darkness that surrounded the cabin.

Beasts outside.

No guards within.

No lights.

No weapons.

It was... bleak.

The odds were definitely not in their favor.

And yet, in the darkness, where no one could see her, for the first time all day, Vanna smiled.

This was but another trial for Diana's daughter.

Composing herself, Vanna allowed her diligent training to take over as the smile faded back to neutral. Glasses? Yes that was the foreign object in her hands. The shape was rather distinct after all. The brief flickers of light that soon illuminated the cabin provided confirmation to the young lady's hypothesis.

Wait... Sparks?

Hadn't the one with the Electricity Elementum already used her magic? How was she still able to summon forth more of her Elementum with the meagre mana pool of one without an Ars Armagus? Unless... Of course. Nox. The fact that it had taken her so long to notice was a mark of shame. Mentally reaching out Vanna could feel the power of Nox throughout the cabin. For most it was a poison, but to one with the potential of an Ars Magi it was a source of power. Sustenance.

As she had so often trained Vanna began the familiar process of circulating her own Elementum. It was still only a faint boost but in situations like these every little bit mattered. As new found strength began to pool, Vanna reached around in the dark to find the wooden chair that had nearly slammed into her during their descent. The back post had shattered during the initial collision but that was unimportant. What Vanna required was one of the legs, and she found it easy enough to snap one such leg off of the chair.

It was no sword, but she would make do.

Wits regained, magic circulating, and finally armed, well legged, Vanna turned her attention towards her fellow students. "Miss Noel," her calm voice called out through the dark, "I'd be much obliged if you might illuminate our surroundings. You should find your mana reserves finding an abundance of power in the cabin."

"As for our current situation," she continued, "as far as I see it we have two options. Wait here and passively hope for a rescue from a situation well outside the bounds of our control. Or..."

She let her word hang for a moment, another second for any still uncomposed to find themselves.

"We can head out this door and find a way to make ourselves of use. Become active arbitrators of our faith. I can't promise we can truly help anyone, but we can at least look for an opportunity." Another pause as Vanna allowed the others to consider the two choices she had proposed, "Obviously I lean one way, but duty also dictates I do not abandon you all. So, until we come to some form of agreement, I won't pass through that door myself."

"Oh and Miss Grenoble," she turned, "catch."

The underhand toss was gentle and on target, Dana's light had made sure she wasn't throwing blind, but even as she committed to the action Vanna realized it wasn't exactly proper. Her underlying excitement during the whole ordeal had slipped through ever so subtly.

Ah well.






Tired.

As the Ars Magi before them resumed her role as host, the young Lady of Diana found that all too familiar feeling gnawing at the back of her mind. She dare not let it show of course; her grace at the table did not slack for even a moment. Strength, a Diana was always a model of strength. But truthfully Vanna found it difficult to maintain focus on the diatribe before her: what use did she have for boutiques?

The Officer Academy? She knew it all too well. Her sister's letter had at times read more like a guide book than a congratulatory correspondence. One of many such guide books gifted by her siblings. Between yesterday's training and this morning's send off, Vanna had yet to receive even a moment to herself. A part of her yearned to retreat to her room and finally get some overdue rest.

But that would be unbecoming.

Thus the young girl remained politefully seated, sipping on her tea and refusing to allow a single vestige of exhaustion show on her features. She merely watched as the other girls split into two groups, one bonding over heritage and the other over temperament. Her position as the sole member of the outgroup was expected. It didn't bother her either, she had never been one to bond with others over such superficial traits. She would find out soon enough if any of the other girls would help sharpen her abilities in defense of Potentia.

Besides engaging in further conversation just sounded like a recipe for increasing her own fatigue.

Shortly afterwards a tremor called away their host and Vanna found herself in a room without a single object or being worth studying. Her mind instead swayed towards wondering what the cause of their unexpected turbulence might be. Only bureaucracy or necessity could require the presence of an Ars Magi of Victoria Glass' standing. The young lady hoped it was only the former but she remained prepared for the latter.

She wouldn't deign any interferences on her path.

There was one other void left by their host's abrupt departure: a query from the clumsy one of the Lightning Elementum. Vanna had anticipated that even without their host someone else might answer her questions. A foolish desire. The other girl's ponderings had only been met with silence followed by more pointless topics. How did she feel about being chosen? What nonsense, that was merely the beginning, the expected, there was still so much work ahead of her.

But the state of her peers would reflect her own.

IF she was to create an environment most conducive to her own growth her fellow students required at least a basic education. In absence of their host it was only proper that she fulfil her duties as a Diana. To that end Vanna politely waited for Dana to finish explaining her prefered form of televised media, a pastime wholly unfamiliar to the young lady, before joining the table's conversation.

"To answer your earlier query Miss. Grenoble," began her detached exposition, "Fifty is a reasonably standard number. Numerous studies have shown just how difficult it is for the human body to naturally process Nox and use it in magicraft. Truthfully the mutations behind this process are still fairly unknown and when you consider that a few potential candidates are likely to slip the academy's notice or just not exhibit satisfactory control over Nox... well fifty students is what you're left with."

"As for your query about magic boys," Vanna paused for a moment, as if searching for a way to best deliver the information, "all that we know so far is that only females have shown an affinity for processing Nox. Thus the duty of Ars Magi falls on our shoulders and ours alone."

Her youngest brother was still gutted by that particular revelation.

"I hope I've properly addressed your questions in absence of our host." And with that, Vanna returned to sipping her team, her face never having betrayed a single hint of her reasons for educating the other girl. Yet it honestly amazed her that her peers hadn't even taken a few moments to partake in basic reading about Ars Magi. Such self study was the basics of a proper education but alas this too was typical.

She was sadly well accustomed to her peers refusing to put in the work to better themselves.

And then they'll look at her and claim the difference was talent.

Senseless.

Shameful.






It was finally here.

The first day.

The first step.

The moment she stepped onto the airship her life's cobble path would be made clear.

Hmmm, was she nervous? For a brief moment the young lady almost humored the thought. But what reason did she have to be nervous? Becoming an Ars Magi had never been a pipe dream, in fact it had never been a dream at all for Diana's second daughter. It had been an expectation, no not even an expectation, it had just been a fact. It was always, and will forever be the way things are. A fish will swim in the sea, Vanna will be an Ars Magi.

Magic was her blood, her inheritance, so why give credence to something as fickle as nerves? Still, Vanna did feel something, resolute and ready as she may be for her journey, she also felt... excited? There was a degree more sense behind this feeling at least. As much as the prospect of becoming an Ars Magi was simple fact, Vanna did enjoy her lot in life. It was the duty of a Diana to protect the people of Potentia and Vesuna. It was her duty to protect Potentia. She had done her best to prepare for this duty but ultimately her home was limited in the scope of its teachings. Nova Lux Academy on the other hand did not share those limits; Nova Lux was where she could be tempered into the perfect sword. So it was perfectly valid to feel some semblance of excitement but that too must remain tempered. It was never wise to overindulge in such feelings. No if she felt an abundance of anything at all it wasn't nervousness or excitement.

She felt sore.

In the months leading up to today Vanna had redoubled her preparations. She had to make sure her abilities wouldn't, no, couldn't falter in the no doubt countless tests ahead of her. Even yesterday's daylight had been burned swinging a sword, and practicing the circulation of her Elementum allowed night to come swiftly. Studious efforts that had unfortunately elicited disgruntled sighs from the maids of the manor; many of them had been looking forward to procuring the perfect dress for the day, something to "match her lovely hair." But there was no time for such trifles, and so Vanna arrived at the station in one of her many light gray blouses accompanying a purple floral skirt. Sure her clothes still exuded a certain poise, but her maids hadn't even demonstrated the slightest effort to hide their disappointment. Yet that too, had always been their character.

Melancholy perhaps?

Another small emotion slumbering within. It was definitely plausible. As she followed her escort to what could only be presumed to be her cabin, Vanna found herself thinking back to the manor. For months, servants and Ars Magi alike in the employ of the Diana estate had hounded the young lady with questions. It appeared everyone wanted to peer beyond her stoic face. Distractions, the whole lot of them honestly. Even her older sister had sent a letter from Vesuna.

But....

She would miss them. Somewhat. They were ultimately a part of the populace she had to protect.

Still, even as her escort instructed the young lady to place her belongings in the cabin and then follow behind, Vanna's air remained stoic. Her guise had not changed from the very moment she stepped foot outside the manor. No real reason existed either for Vanna's simple manner, she wasn't so artificial as to attempt to project a different air than the one she felt inside, at least not in this setting. She just didn't see much worth in giving these vague feelings sway over her being. Thus it was with a rather cold expression that the young girl entered the cabin with her soon to be peers.

It appeared there would be four others accompanying her on this journey, only time would reveal the resolve of her fellow students. The one who piqued her interest the most sat composed at the table: their host no doubt. Pale hair, red eyes - the likeness was not lost on Vanna: a warped reflection in her eyes. For a moment she found her head tilting to the side, it was faint, nigh imperceptible to others, but for a brief moment it existed. She was quick to correct the inadequacy, further staring would be rude - unbecoming conduct towards an Ars Magi.

As she took her place at the table the girl couldn't help but feel vindicated? The presence in front of her felt like yet another justification that her path towards the future was the proper one. She already knew such details to be fact, but it was nice to have proof laid so clearly in view. Now she simply needed to deal with the snacks laid out for her enjoyment alongside the other students. Truth be told Vanna had no such energy or desire for sweets, but etiquette dictated that she at least accept a saucer of tea.

And so she did.

It would appear from her manners that at least one other student had also received training in proper decorum. A peculiar young woman in all black and yet there was something familiar about the other student. Kinship perhaps? No, that wasn't it, any similarities between them seemed superficial at best - etiquette and manners could be taught they were nothing innate. Vanna was certain she'd never met the other lady, so why was her mind trying to remind her of forgotten details?

Just like that, introductions began. First was their host of course, an Ars Magi, a Wing of Justice, by the name Victoria Glass. Then a cordial girl from Hasta, Nicole Cognoscenti, perked up. As the red head rattled on about about shopping, Vanna found herself wondering how necessary it was to even spend energy committing the other students' names to memory. There was a high likelihood that after the completion of training Vanna would never see the other girls again. So was it really necessary to remember the names of students who may not even graduate?

No, such line of thinking would be rude; they were still on the same playing field as her. Committing their names to memory was the least she could do.

Then the short bespectacled girl gave her introductions, Penelope Grenoble of Siscia, her introduction ended with a soft thump as the girl revealed her clumsiness. Amusing. Vanna knew what it was to be sore, her own muscles still ached from yesterday's training. With these thoughts in mind the girl, expressionless as always, began daintily plucking cubes of ice from the center of the table and dropping them into a napkin. During this time the lady in black began her introductions. Astrelle Lennox. The last name explained everything; she had heard the name in passing. The retainers of the Venus family, in some ways a foreign concept to a Diana who was used to shouldering the weight of her duties alone. The Dianas had always carried out important tasks of the region alone, and the servants employed at the manor were all normal citizens of the city. A dedicated family of retainers just didn't exist in Potentia or Vesuna.

She had also heard rumors that one of the Lennox daughters was of a disreputable ilk. Hopefully Astrelle was not the source of those rumors otherwise corrections would be necessary. One's company creates one's reputation.

Such thoughts were quickly pushed aside when a cheerful bundle of energy made her way to Penny and began emanating magic after a show of concern. Healing magic, and the golden glow indicated it was from the Light Elementum. Honestly it was impressive. To show such mastery in healing wounds before even undergoing manifestation as an Ars Magi spoke volumes about the young girl's potential. Vanna herself could only circulate her Elementum at a basic level. Projecting it outwards was well beyond her capabilities. Dana Noel was it? She'd remember the name.

The makeshift bag of ice at her side now felt quite silly.

Momentary pandemonium aside, all eyes soon turned towards the lady of Potentia. Last to board and now last to speak, Vanna's turn had arrived. "Greetings, I am Diana Khay Vanna of Potentia," she stated flatly. "Second daughter of the Diana family." She finished with a slight bow of her head. Truthfully she would've preferred a formal curtsey, but all the other students had remained seated.

And with that, her journey began in earnest.

Anticipation?



© 2007-2024
BBCode Cheatsheet