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[b][color=Aquamarine]Midna: level 9[/color][/b] EXP: [color=Aquamarine]////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////[/color] (116/100) (+1 bonus pending)
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[color=Aquamarine]Warp Charges:[/color] 1
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Virgin Victory teleport room
Top of the Split mountain
Outside the Convent of Our Lady of the Charred Visage
Tostarena Town
S.O.U. Building
Seiran Clinic
Underground Roadway (Seiran Rebel Base Outskirts)
Below City of glass entrance (plate maintenance tunnel)
Vandelay Campus (Alleyway)
Arahabaki’s entrance
Deep Ground - the Source
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Midna and her minions chomped away at their burgers while watching the people go by, all ravenously hungry after a morning of high energy activity. It wasn’t exactly royal fare, but then she wasn’t exactly doing typical royal activities either, and so she needed the energy dense food to facilitate all the running around she’d been doing. It certainly beat the granola bars she’d been fueling a lot of said activities with by a long shot, that was for sure, causing her to idly wonder if it would be ethical to free and recruit a random chef specifically so they could have good food at a moment's notice.

Probably not, she concluded.

At any rate, after eating her fill the princess set about looking for something to pass the time and wind down now that all the essential tasks she’d set herself were dealt with. 

Sat astride her wolfos’s new saddle, having been recommended to break it in before trying to actually fight it, she rode through the streets seeking entertainment. Unfortunately, though the town seemed to have a fair amount of things for sale, be it food, drink, or items galore, there was a distinct lack of things like, say, spas, or theaters, or other classy time wasters, at least where the princess ended up roaming. So she ended up mostly window shopping with the time she had before everything went back to hell.

Hell arrived while checking out a set of pens containing colorful [url=https://i.imgur.com/cGV3MHK.jpeg]creatures[/url] that where apparently made of paper mache and confetti (the latter of which Midna had to deduce where the hundreds of little bits of colored paper that made up their fur, as had no idea what either of those two things actually where) and had a big taste for candy. Despite several looking like farm animals, they were apparently being sold as collectors items rather than as creatures to be exploited for food and labor. Very expensive collectors items as it turned out. The call she received in the middle of this might have been bad news then, but it did at least mean that Midna had a good excuse to bail rather than having to talk her way out of explaining she had nowhere near the amount of money needed to buy one, regardless of how pretty they were.

[color=Aquamarine]”Sorry, just got a… what was the term… a call! A psychic call. About an urgent meeting with a consul, so I have to rush, bye!”[/color] she told the shopkeeper, before dropping her wolfos into a portal, stepping into the shadows, and finally vanishing from sight before the seller could get a word in edgewise.

Moments later, she reappeared on the top deck of the Virgin Victory with plenty of those 2 minutes to spare. Once there she found Sandalphon had already claimed the highest vantage point, and so joined her on look out, pulling out her Therian Viral Rifle to do so. She wasn’t exactly going to hit anything with the marksman carbine, she was well aware of this, but it did have a long range sight on top that she proceeded to use like a spyglass to scope out the situation.

First thing’s first, she looked up to the clouds. Having remembered the way the Virgin Victory had apparently been chased by a storm, she wanted to see if there was anything up there, driving it. Some storm riding ship or great electrical dragon, perhaps. Sadly, even if there was anything up there, the clouds, naturally, obscured if from sight, and so all she saw was lighting arching between those same clouds, causing her to flinch away from more than just the light.

[color=Aquamarine]”Right, that”[/color] she murmured to herself, a sense of dread creeping up her spine now that she’d gotten a physical reminder of her inherited fear of that element. In response, and almost without asking, her lightning proof Flygon slipped out of a portal and joined her side, hunkering by it both defensively and reassuringly.

Its bulwark against electrical damage was enough for her to raise the scope back up to her exposed eye, sending it roaming across the town again til a tap on her shoulder and a point from Sandalphon set her gaze on the door of the bar Geralt had left behind, right in time for said door to swing open and reveal the armored form of the consul. 

On hand was occupied by a large, round, golden shield that made Midna, and only Midna, uneasy merely at the sight of it. The other was unoccupied, allowing it to be casually raised and then snapped. The storm above flashed and rumbled as something above responded to its master’s call, but Midna did not see it, for instead she had dropped her rifle in shock, the weapon clattering to the ground as memories of a death that was not hers arched across her mind. Of sword, shield and lighting all flashing as they took Urbosa’s life. 

She stumbled, a hand finding the back of her crouching Flygon, upon which she steadied herself, pressing another hand to her heart in an attempt to still its frightfully fast fluttering.

At least, she thought as she clenched her eyes, blocking sight of storm and master and focused her breathing to calm herself, at least he didn’t have a sword as well.