@Holy Soldier My sheet is up, with the added "instrument" and "song" sections.
Her song is...well, the one song i most associate with Hylia, ironically. XD
Its effect is a strong buff, but it has its notable drawbacks. Physical energy drain, and becoming diluted the more individuals it is being applied to. These work a bit paradoxically to each other for balancing purposes! :D
Misc. Markings:At the base of the back of her neck is a birthmark, the symbol of the Goddess Crest that represents Hylia. This is the marking of her “divine parent” as it were.
Misc. Clothing: Beyond what she is seen wearing in the pic, she dons a large, thick traveler’s cloak that hides her face and appearance, as well as protects her from other forms of weather and insulates her from the cold. An item acquired via trade or some other means, however so it was given to her by her mother as part of a parting gift for her journey.
Further, the Gerudo set of clothing she wears, including the sapphire earrings, protect her from heat using the ice magic contained in such gems. Meanwhile, the ruby circlet she wears grants some minor fire resistance.
Scars: - A winding, serpentine-like scar was now twisting up her right arm like a spiral. Further, she has an amount of smaller scars on her back from the same incident as the other larger scar.
Goddess: Hylia
Primary Weapon: Moonlight Scimitar (carried on right hip)
Off-hand: (none)
Projectile: Light Bow (A magic bow that conjures it's own arrows of light when the bowstring is drawn. A fragment of Hylia's power taken form, that is innately effective against darkness and evil forces like monsters. It was shed from Zelah as she took in dark magic, likely shaped into this by her inner goddess she cannot yet access to help her bear her new burden/ability moving into the future.
It is a physical item she keeps on her back for quick access.)
Magic Power:
As Hylia reborn, it would be easy to think her one "gift", that magical ability to set her apart, would be something like a holy armament, or access to one of Hylia's sealing abilities. Yet in true fashion to Hylia herself, this ability came to be a result of self-sacrifice.
In this case, Zelah was granted the power to summon monsters. This came as the result of absorbing all of that dark magic from her adoptive brother and other dark magic tomes nearby. This act, just to save Gerudus from darkness, caused Hylia's power to react to her plea. But the cost was high, as she bears this power as both a mark of her goodness...and the sign of the dangers of darkness.
On occasion the dark magic flares up inside her near large sources of dark/evil power, hurting but being a sort of “evil/dark energy detector” of sorts in this manner as a side effect.
At this stage, she can summon 2 red bokoblins to fight for her, assist her, and do tasks for her until they are dismissed. They are ultimately loyal to her without question, much like how the Calamity’s monsters are loyal to it, but the strain in summoning them means she does not like “spamming” this power. Albeit, it's uses are especially versatile, and as she learns to use this power better she can summon more numbers of and even stronger monsters. Though she has a VERY LONG way to go to actually master this at all.
Occupation: Wanderer
Current Story:
Eleven years ago, a Gerudo patrol was out in the dark of the cold desert night, searching for a fleeing Yiga agent who had tried to get into Gerudo Town that day. It was in the midst of this that, golden hair standing out among the dark sand, a young Hylian vai was found instead, collapsed upon an ancient stone among some ruins. Her feet were burnt by hot sand and worn from walking, and her meager clothes all but tattered and shredded by the unforgiving desert winds. Initially thought to be dead, when inspected it turned out she was unconscious, barely clinging to life. No adult Hylians were nearby, no signs of monsters that might have driven such a young child to flee...and barring leaving a young one to die in the desert this Hylian vai was carried back to Gerudo Town to receive care.
A week later, she woke up in the local inn of Gerudo town, not having any name, not remembering any family or parents. An orphan with a blank slate of a past, and no passing traders that braved the trip to trade with the Gerudo (unlike those who would think them a bunch of bandits and thieves) seemed to have heard about any Hylian families or refugees coming this direction with a young girl in their midst. It was at this time the child’s issue was brought to the Gerudo Cheiftain, the very woman who 2 years ago had just given birth to the Gerudo’s first male in 100 years. Though known to be strong and powerful, swift in judgement and mighty in mind, and raising the tribe’s first king in a long time, the Cheiftain herself took pity upon the child’s plight, and unsure if she could survive being taken back across the desert by traders did a surprising thing.
She adopted the child. Albeit, this was in part motivation to try to more encourage Hylian traders to come, and to show that the Gerudo were not their enemies. The girl was named in honor of both the former princess, a friend to the old Gerudo Champion, and in honor of one of the great heroes of the Gerudo’s past (Nabooru). With this, “Zelah” began a new life....or rather, the only one she’d be able to remember or know.
For many years Zelah lived within her family, and her adoptive brother, Gerudus, and her became very close. Though not bound by blood, and thought he was destined to become a king, they became as close as any blood siblings could hope to. They would talk of their worries each night upon the rooftop of their home...watching the stars and sometimes singing to keep each other awake. They trained in combat together at times, whether it was the bow or the blade. They even took to magic training together at times to help Gerudus hone his skills, at least when Gerudus was not being pulled into a cramped room with his magic teacher. They played a few pranks at a very young age upon palace guards, albeit Zelah was at times the more balancing and proactive sibling over the years, and in the eyes of their mother were equally loved as her beloved children.
And yet, the Gerudo’s dark past left openings for...the darkness of the past to seep in. As Zelah and Gerudus grew older, Zelah found her brother spending less time on the roof with her than they had been. He became more solemn, and sullen, until finally the girl’s curiosity and worry over her brother hit a high. She had to see what was going on with him, what was happening even. Thus one night, she followed him to his open bedroom on the top floor of the palace.
It was here she saw him opening some very old books, tomes that seemed to emanate a...darkness from them as the words on their pages glistened with a soft glow. In short, it was a book of dark magic, a relic of the Gerudo’s past that had been kept as a warning in modern times. A thing kept after by the Chieftain for safekeeping, to avoid it falling into the hands of the Yiga or others. Gerudus...was reading these tomes, it seemed.
Stepping into her brother’s room openly, Zelah confronted him about the matter. This power, it was like what the Calamity in their world could do, it was not what Gerudus was! Though to Gerudus, by mastering this he could combat the Calamity when it came for their people one day! The two began to argue, more and more heatedly even, with the book of dark magic falling to the ground with a thump as it was discarded briefly on the floor. Yet as the two siblings argued about the use of such magic, dark power began to build within Gerudus, beginning to fall out of his supposed “control”. Then progressed into a wave of dark magic shaking the palace as Gerudus let out a cry of agony as this power he had begun learning in secret began to let off spark and waves, and jolts of power that cut into his room like lightning bolts.
In the spur of the moment, Zelah acted. Not out of just trying to stop a disaster, but out of love for her brother. She gripped his body to stop his flailing, arcs of power hurting her in the process. Though only 10 years old, she found herself closing her eyes, praying, hoping, reaching out to whatever goddess or deity could be there to find a way to save her brother. Her last thought at the time, a sentence burned into her memory forever, was simply “I will take on this magic, this burden from him! I’ll do it, anything, to save my brother and people!”. After this, Zelah would pass out.
Waking up the next morning, she found herself in her mother’s bed, attendants and her mother present in the room. As she opened her eyes they rushed to her, her mother the Cheiftan calling out to Gerudus, who was in another room. As Zelah began to get her bearings, she asked them what had happened....and if her brother was ok. The male Gerudo youth bit his lip, remaining quiet as the room fell into a stupor of eerie silence. Noting Zelah’s confusion, her mother after a moment of hesitation spoke up, voice as strong as ever but as gentle as it could be put.
“Your brother is fine, Zelah...you have saved our peoples’ future king as well, from a dark path his ancestors took once upon a time. It is a lesson he shall remember, but...a burden you must live with.
Last night, when I and the guards came into the room, you glowed with a brilliant light. The uncontrolled dark magic coming from Gerudus, it was flowing into you. Even...the magic in that dark tome, and the others the Cheiftan’s family has guarded for many generations was flowing into you as you shone like the sun in the darkness of the night.
Once this stopped, I had you brought here and inspected. And...as it were, you seem to contain all the dark magic, even after we checked the ancient books again. Though Gerudus’ teacher noted that you seem to contain its opposite as well. A kind of...holy light, something which would balance out this magic.
We too found a shining bow near where you had been, upon returning to examine the room again. My dear daughter...i know not what sign these tidings speak of, but....to see you and your brother alive warms my heart...”
In her moment of desperation, bleeding and wanting to save a loved one no matter what she had to bear, Zelah had unintentionally and unconsciously tapped into her latent power as Hylia’s child and latest reincarnation. This event had not granted her full access to Hylia’s powers by any means, not by a longshot even, but had only arisen in answer to her most pressing moment and time of greatest need so far in her life. Yet it left her with that burden of bearing dark magic, and a holy magic bow.
Whilst the smaller injuries would heal just fine, though, a winding, serpentine-like scar was now twisting up her right arm. A mark the flares of dark magic had cut into her. So she was, as it were, permanently with this dark magic etched into her being despite it being balanced out by the holy light she possessed.
For the next three years, Zelah would be forced into training with Gerudus’ teacher for private “special sessions” on controlling the dark magic within her.
However, in these three years she became...curious. About her origins, her power, where she had come from even. She talked about it all with Gerudus, who seemed to have returned to normal for the most part after the dark magic had been removed from his body. Though riddled with guilt over what he felt he did to his adopted sister, he too felt curious about her true past and her origins.
At the end the three years, though, this culminated in Zelah declaring to her mother that she had to make her way out into the world. To explore the world beyond the sands she had grown up with, and the family/people she had come to love with all her heart....she had to find out who she was. And then, once she had done this, she would return home again. This was her promise.
Thus Zelah has set out into the Gerudo Desert, prepared and as ready as she could be for her journey at just the age of 13. Though knowing the red string of fate, it might not be too long before she begins to run into that shared destiny that awaits...
Music Instrument: She sings, her voice being the instrument in this case. This rather than carrying a physical instrument like Hylia's first mortal incarnation did.
Songs: "Ballad of the Goddess" - After singing this short but ancient song, power of the goddess is called down from the heavens. This "power of the goddess" takes the form of a beam of blueish light, similar to the color of tue bright blue sky bit with a glimmering divine light within it.
It has a 15 meter diameter, and strikes with high power capable of making a distinct crater in even solid rock.
However, it can only be used ONCE a day. As in, once every 24 hours. Further, it's target destination cannot be changed once the song is sung.
Talents:
First Aid - Between her own training in combat, and training with and her brother, Zelah desired to learn this art and gained a solid enough proficiency in it to function in the field reliably and well. A lot of practical experience at home does not make her a master though.
Archery - Through formal combat training on general for weapons as a Gerudo Cheiftan's daughter, Zelah learned she is most talented at archery. Though good with a blade as well, in archery her talents truly stand tallest.
@Holy Soldier Edited the app as requested! Bow isn't her power, just an item. Dark magic is ability, but for good reasons and versatility.
Removed unneeded text bits I had forgotten to remove in my haste.
Did all this 3-4am my time because I was having sleep troubles. So if my edits have typos or wording goofs, editing at 4am would be the reasib ob my end. @_@
@Holy Soldier Here it is, my app! I knew we had a male character so far, and after cooling down from finals burnout i managed to get an idea together! :D
The idea was....a tad of an epic backstory, but that is what can be juicy about Zelda stories and characters at times! :3
So i give you a (hopefully) good idea! A Hylian girl, Hylia's Zelda-face reincarnation to help save her other reincarnation, but raised by the Gerudos! ;)
Plus plenty of backstory to be able to use for things as well, as you need as the GM! :D
Character Name: Zelah Naboori
Nickname: (none, yet)
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Race: Hylian
Height: 5’3”
Weight: 102.5 lbs
Hair Color: Golden
Eye Color: Blue
Visual Description:
Written Description:
Misc. Markings:At the base of the back of her neck is a birthmark, the symbol of the Goddess Crest that represents Hylia. This is the marking of her “divine parent” as it were.
Misc. Clothing: Beyond what she is seen wearing in the pic, she dons a large, thick traveler’s cloak that hides her face and appearance, as well as protects her from other forms of weather and insulates her from the cold. An item acquired via trade or some other means, however so it was given to her by her mother as part of a parting gift for her journey.
Further, the Gerudo set of clothing she wears, including the sapphire earrings, protect her from heat using the ice magic contained in such gems. Meanwhile, the ruby circlet she wears grants some minor fire resistance.
Scars: - A winding, serpentine-like scar was now twisting up her right arm like a spiral. Further, she has an amount of smaller scars on her back from the same incident as the other larger scar.
Goddess: Hylia
Primary Weapon: Moonlight Scimitar (carried on right hip)
Off-hand: (none)
Projectile: Light Bow (A magic bow that conjures it's own arrows of light when the bowstring is drawn. A fragment of Hylia's power taken form, that is innately effective against darkness and evil forces like monsters. It was shed from Zelah as she took in dark magic, likely shaped into this by her inner goddess she cannot yet access to help her bear her new burden/ability moving into the future.
It is a physical item she keeps on her back for quick access.)
Magic Power:
As Hylia reborn, it would be easy to think her one "gift", that magical ability to set her apart, would be something like a holy armament, or access to one of Hylia's sealing abilities. Yet in true fashion to Hylia herself, this ability came to be a result of self-sacrifice.
In this case, Zelah was granted the power to summon monsters. This came as the result of absorbing all of that dark magic from her adoptive brother and other dark magic tomes nearby. This act, just to save Gerudus from darkness, caused Hylia's power to react to her plea. But the cost was high, as she bears this power as both a mark of her goodness...and the sign of the dangers of darkness.
On occasion the dark magic flares up inside her near large sources of dark/evil power, hurting but being a sort of “evil/dark energy detector” of sorts in this manner as a side effect.
At this stage, she can summon 2 red bokoblins to fight for her, assist her, and do tasks for her until they are dismissed. They are ultimately loyal to her without question, much like how the Calamity’s monsters are loyal to it, but the strain in summoning them means she does not like “spamming” this power. Albeit, it's uses are especially versatile, and as she learns to use this power better she can summon more numbers of and even stronger monsters. Though she has a VERY LONG way to go to actually master this at all.
Occupation: Wanderer
Current Story:
Eleven years ago, a Gerudo patrol was out in the dark of the cold desert night, searching for a fleeing Yiga agent who had tried to get into Gerudo Town that day. It was in the midst of this that, golden hair standing out among the dark sand, a young Hylian vai was found instead, collapsed upon an ancient stone among some ruins. Her feet were burnt by hot sand and worn from walking, and her meager clothes all but tattered and shredded by the unforgiving desert winds. Initially thought to be dead, when inspected it turned out she was unconscious, barely clinging to life. No adult Hylians were nearby, no signs of monsters that might have driven such a young child to flee...and barring leaving a young one to die in the desert this Hylian vai was carried back to Gerudo Town to receive care.
A week later, she woke up in the local inn of Gerudo town, not having any name, not remembering any family or parents. An orphan with a blank slate of a past, and no passing traders that braved the trip to trade with the Gerudo (unlike those who would think them a bunch of bandits and thieves) seemed to have heard about any Hylian families or refugees coming this direction with a young girl in their midst. It was at this time the child’s issue was brought to the Gerudo Cheiftain, the very woman who 2 years ago had just given birth to the Gerudo’s first male in 100 years. Though known to be strong and powerful, swift in judgement and mighty in mind, and raising the tribe’s first king in a long time, the Cheiftain herself took pity upon the child’s plight, and unsure if she could survive being taken back across the desert by traders did a surprising thing.
She adopted the child. Albeit, this was in part motivation to try to more encourage Hylian traders to come, and to show that the Gerudo were not their enemies. The girl was named in honor of both the former princess, a friend to the old Gerudo Champion, and in honor of one of the great heroes of the Gerudo’s past (Nabooru). With this, “Zelah” began a new life....or rather, the only one she’d be able to remember or know.
For many years Zelah lived within her family, and her adoptive brother, Gerudus, and her became very close. Though not bound by blood, and thought he was destined to become a king, they became as close as any blood siblings could hope to. They would talk of their worries each night upon the rooftop of their home...watching the stars and sometimes singing to keep each other awake. They trained in combat together at times, whether it was the bow or the blade. They even took to magic training together at times to help Gerudus hone his skills, at least when Gerudus was not being pulled into a cramped room with his magic teacher. They played a few pranks at a very young age upon palace guards, albeit Zelah was at times the more balancing and proactive sibling over the years, and in the eyes of their mother were equally loved as her beloved children.
And yet, the Gerudo’s dark past left openings for...the darkness of the past to seep in. As Zelah and Gerudus grew older, Zelah found her brother spending less time on the roof with her than they had been. He became more solemn, and sullen, until finally the girl’s curiosity and worry over her brother hit a high. She had to see what was going on with him, what was happening even. Thus one night, she followed him to his open bedroom on the top floor of the palace.
It was here she saw him opening some very old books, tomes that seemed to emanate a...darkness from them as the words on their pages glistened with a soft glow. In short, it was a book of dark magic, a relic of the Gerudo’s past that had been kept as a warning in modern times. A thing kept after by the Chieftain for safekeeping, to avoid it falling into the hands of the Yiga or others. Gerudus...was reading these tomes, it seemed.
Stepping into her brother’s room openly, Zelah confronted him about the matter. This power, it was like what the Calamity in their world could do, it was not what Gerudus was! Though to Gerudus, by mastering this he could combat the Calamity when it came for their people one day! The two began to argue, more and more heatedly even, with the book of dark magic falling to the ground with a thump as it was discarded briefly on the floor. Yet as the two siblings argued about the use of such magic, dark power began to build within Gerudus, beginning to fall out of his supposed “control”. Then progressed into a wave of dark magic shaking the palace as Gerudus let out a cry of agony as this power he had begun learning in secret began to let off spark and waves, and jolts of power that cut into his room like lightning bolts.
In the spur of the moment, Zelah acted. Not out of just trying to stop a disaster, but out of love for her brother. She gripped his body to stop his flailing, arcs of power hurting her in the process. Though only 10 years old, she found herself closing her eyes, praying, hoping, reaching out to whatever goddess or deity could be there to find a way to save her brother. Her last thought at the time, a sentence burned into her memory forever, was simply “I will take on this magic, this burden from him! I’ll do it, anything, to save my brother and people!”. After this, Zelah would pass out.
Waking up the next morning, she found herself in her mother’s bed, attendants and her mother present in the room. As she opened her eyes they rushed to her, her mother the Cheiftan calling out to Gerudus, who was in another room. As Zelah began to get her bearings, she asked them what had happened....and if her brother was ok. The male Gerudo youth bit his lip, remaining quiet as the room fell into a stupor of eerie silence. Noting Zelah’s confusion, her mother after a moment of hesitation spoke up, voice as strong as ever but as gentle as it could be put.
“Your brother is fine, Zelah...you have saved our peoples’ future king as well, from a dark path his ancestors took once upon a time. It is a lesson he shall remember, but...a burden you must live with.
Last night, when I and the guards came into the room, you glowed with a brilliant light. The uncontrolled dark magic coming from Gerudus, it was flowing into you. Even...the magic in that dark tome, and the others the Cheiftan’s family has guarded for many generations was flowing into you as you shone like the sun in the darkness of the night.
Once this stopped, I had you brought here and inspected. And...as it were, you seem to contain all the dark magic, even after we checked the ancient books again. Though Gerudus’ teacher noted that you seem to contain its opposite as well. A kind of...holy light, something which would balance out this magic.
We too found a shining bow near where you had been, upon returning to examine the room again. My dear daughter...i know not what sign these tidings speak of, but....to see you and your brother alive warms my heart...”
In her moment of desperation, bleeding and wanting to save a loved one no matter what she had to bear, Zelah had unintentionally and unconsciously tapped into her latent power as Hylia’s child and latest reincarnation. This event had not granted her full access to Hylia’s powers by any means, not by a longshot even, but had only arisen in answer to her most pressing moment and time of greatest need so far in her life. Yet it left her with that burden of bearing dark magic, and a holy magic bow.
Whilst the smaller injuries would heal just fine, though, a winding, serpentine-like scar was now twisting up her right arm. A mark the flares of dark magic had cut into her. So she was, as it were, permanently with this dark magic etched into her being despite it being balanced out by the holy light she possessed.
For the next three years, Zelah would be forced into training with Gerudus’ teacher for private “special sessions” on controlling the dark magic within her.
However, in these three years she became...curious. About her origins, her power, where she had come from even. She talked about it all with Gerudus, who seemed to have returned to normal for the most part after the dark magic had been removed from his body. Though riddled with guilt over what he felt he did to his adopted sister, he too felt curious about her true past and her origins.
At the end the three years, though, this culminated in Zelah declaring to her mother that she had to make her way out into the world. To explore the world beyond the sands she had grown up with, and the family/people she had come to love with all her heart....she had to find out who she was. And then, once she had done this, she would return home again. This was her promise.
Thus Zelah has set out into the Gerudo Desert, prepared and as ready as she could be for her journey at just the age of 13. Though knowing the red string of fate, it might not be too long before she begins to run into that shared destiny that awaits...
Diana had stood back, keeping an eye on things and watching for if anyone came onto her side of the smoke bomb. Seeing as how most the others had just charged in, she'd done the last task of keeping their backs watched in case someone tried to escape in this direction. Though amidst the clang and scraping of metal, and the dropping of bodies and splashing of blood, her ears were carefully picking out noises from amidst the entire mess of a battle. Dumb inmates with little time, and no weapons, couldn't be that good against fully-armed mercenaries and...whatever the last guy had been before being locked in here. As she heard the voices of others, and the thrum of magic of something having been conjured up prior, Diana began to make her way calmly into the smoke. There was no reason to worry hard about it, and if attacked she had...good means for pushing enemies back. Potentially hard enough to make indents in the stone walls.
Albeit, much like Kris had Diana nearly tripped over not one dead body, but three of the dead inmates on the floor as she made her way to the smoke-free side of the room. Her crossbow was in her hands, ready to fire at the slightest movement of her trigger finger...she only had to point the thing at a target at this point. Yet as she came onto the other side of the smoke and stood next to Kris, the dragon-blooded girl let out a small sigh at what was going on and held her crossbow at the ready just in case. Not much to say at the moment on her part, unless these 12 guys wanted to be force-flung into the back wall of this circular room and listen to the crunch of being slammed into stone.
Ah, so that message had finally come at least, along with more information from Chatterbox. The metal-coated girl thought about the matter to herself as she was tossing away her still somewhat cold McDonalds bag with empty burger wrappers inside of it.
Sure there had been many places here, even a Pizza Hut to her delight, but at the same time she'd wanted to be ready and not stuck in a fast food line if things went down fast. Well, that had been another aspect to her idea that had been thought about after getting here....but still! She knew where her things had been dropped off according to her request, behind a trashcan near the women's and family restrooms close to the food court. No one was going to go near it, that much had been guaranteed. If a top-tier threat struck in this area, then, she'd be closest. If the others needed help, that would be more trouble due to this terminal only being accessible by train...a train which could be vulnerable depending on where the enemy struck.
In a sense, it was "easy peasy" on her end, save for getting to the others if needed once things began. That being said, she was proud of how the rest of the team had become in the time they had spent together thus far. Turned out they had some smart cookies, not that she was dumb, but her experience as a street hero had at least come into play as well it seemed. Regardless of her perception on things, though, Alloy's calm and casual facade hide a parahuman who was calmly breathing, steeled for whatever was to come and fight them in this place. Hopefully the civilians would be able to flee, with minimal casualties if any...heaven forbid that would haunt her slightly, though she'd seen terrible enough things in her life so far.
Ah! Perhaps if this took a bit longer, she could get a small Frosty at the nearby Wendy's! She'd eaten little the day before as she'd prepared herself physically and mentally, only taking in just enough sustenance to keep her going and not glut herself. Plus...she liked Frosty's, ok?
@Holy Soldier Alright, got a male Gerudo app partly-completed so far, just to keep you updated.
Had to study for a final exam today, and said final exam is tomorrow. So i can't put more into it tonight/right now sadly. :T
After finishing my final tomorrow, though, i will be getting back, finishing the app, and posting it here as soon as i can for examination and such. :D
Humans...humans could be stupid, and scared, and...she knew what it was like to be scared in a new place at least. And cautious. And frustrated, even angry. Thus Fran froze in her place a modest and hopefully safe distance from the two sword-wielders as they seemed to each take a stance. This was a battle, she could feel it in the air and see it as plain as day. It seemed as if some people were watching as well from the street as well, less looking at her as they were at the two others. Albeit, the glances at her still got under her skin a ways, not comfortable at all. And what would the dark, cloak-clad man do too at this rate? Flee? Attack? Ah. Perhaps she'd been channeling a bit much of her master in trying to become organized, yet her exposure to them left another thought coming right to her mind.
Would these people put the citizens around them all in danger, or harm them as collateral?
"Uuuh....aah!" Fran exclaimed to herself, in full feeling that this situation was rather stupid at base, agreeing with the sentiment arising in her mind that she'd stick around if only to make sure...er, try to make sure things didn't go badly.
Then, then she could see to some of these electronic devices about her. Wasteful!!!
The little girl seemed to at least respond to her gesture, having given a weak but genuine-seeming nod to her. It brought a bit of relief to the white-haired tactician, as this was a start. Maybe she could help her find a place to cool down a bit around here? Ah...well it was a busy city, but there would perhaps be areas with less activity at least. Then perhaps she could try to explain this sort of...odd occurrence, then maybe try to find the summoner that had brought them here. Not like everyone was accustomed to such a strange incidence in their lifetime. But if it wasn't a summoner, perhaps there was some other force that had-
It was at this moment that Robin put a hand on her Levin Sword instinctually, standing up a moment before she felt herself tackled. All with a familiar but different voice ringing in her ears with the cry of 'Father' having been the last coherent thing to reach her ears. A braced stance allowed her to not fall over, yet the tactician had to hold herself back from drawing her blade as a sigh escaped her lips out of habit. Owain. Lissa's son, Chrom's nephew, and overall a very...rambunctious member of the Yilessian Army prior to defeating Grima. She'd heard back home that he'd left with Cynthia to do things, but the words this Owin was rambling on about to her seemed to indicate another obvious point.
"Owain, please calm down. I am not your world's Robin, or your descendant. Though it seems one of the 'male' versions of me was your father at some point in another Ylisse...by Naga this is becoming a strange day. Perhaps we were all unknowingly pulled into one of the Outrealms?" Robin said, placing a calming hand on the boy's shoulder for a few seconds before pulling back again.
She'd run into all variants of the children of the others, born by her, sired by male variants of her from other parallel versions of Ylisse. Truly Askr had been an interesting place, to say the very least. She'd even talked to herself...er, other versions of herself anyways. In truth, this moment for her was only bringing back those awkward meeting, though most had devolved into good conversations and interesting details among "herselves" about all of those "what if's" to a certain extent that the others had gone through. Albeit, in part she felt guilty having to explain her identity to Owain, considering what things the young man in any timeline seemed to have been through.
Ah! Hopefully he hadn't scared the younger-looking child she had been talking to!
It was then the screams, the sound of moving feet, and atmosphere of enemies nearby struck her hard. Robin wheeled around, drawing out Gungnir from her back into a battle position without a second thought as her experience with war kicked in. Though even if only for a brief moment, her body froze at the sight of what was going on...well, more so at who was doing it. It was visibly Chrom, but that feeling...those eyes and aura...it was wrong, wrong like the Grimleal and their ilk. Wrong like how it felt around Validar and others to her mind. And with Chrom, slaughtering innocents, there was a strange woman with odder garb and a pale complexion and pale hair.
Odd portals seemed to open around the small girl, as if conjured by her....perhaps some kind of new magic this young one possessed? She had not the time to think otherwise. Then the enemy seemed to strike out of the blue, moving from attacking fleeing citizens to pouncing at Owain next to her and the small girl in front of her. Time almost seemed to move slow as the two malicious figures seemed to move at great speed towards the three of them, killing intent already pushing the tactician's body to act automatically. The girl seemed to be doing something at least for the pale woman, which only left...yes.
As much it might hurt, she had to do something. This...this was NOT Chrom, not her Chrom, nor any Chrom she'd ever seen or met. This was not the Chrom from Grima's memories, even. To raise the holy Falchion to slay innocents, this was not Chrom at all. The real one...she knew what he might have asked of her in such as case, as much as it hurt her inside. Which was why-
'...Ignis'
-Robin's automatic reaction, as much as her mind could debate it, had already begun to strike out with the spear at this Chrom's heart with the spear in her hands. Ignis itself also flared to life as well, the skill enhancing her attack's power greatly as her enhanced strength already was moving the spear with greater force than her normal by some degree.
She knew Chrom's fighting style intimately, due to many days of practice and training and fighting together on the battlefield. She'd seen the flaws, the weaknesses, the vulnerabilities even. He was a strong fighter, but not immortal nor perfect. Right now he was concentrated on Owain, sword moving out to strike the boy's neck. Her attack at this Chrom in turn was coming from what she personally felt was his normal blind side when performing such an attack, the length of Gungnir allowing her to move to intercept with an attack of her own at his exposed torso. The attack was imbued with a great might, to Robin hopefully being enough to either obliterate him in one merciful shot...or at least do something in this case to impede or stop him.
She was a tactician, she...she had to do something in this situation!!!
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