...getting some shit IRL. I have to cut this branch off as well. Thank you for having me.
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Marianne Delacroix
Marianne blinked, tilting her head ever so slightly in momentary confusion when Rolan made it known that he was actually not a knight part of the Iron Roses. Of course not all of them were Knights, there had to be squires and knaves amongst their numbers. The thought just hadn't crossed her mind until this very moment. Even still, she couldn't just simply address someone without a proper title. She frowned with concern when Rolan cringed in pain worried that he was not completely well, as he made it appear.
It was a little disheartening to learn that her horse had fled, though it didn't bother her very much. She had no close bond to the creature, and all that the horse carried on it were a few provisions. Arrows, a day's worth of food and water, a few medical supplies. Not much else and nothing detrimental or supercritical to their mission at hand. She could always scavenge what was left behind by the Bandits, or pick their corpses. The thought of raiding a dead body for its supplies sent a slight tremor and chill up her spine, however.
She was a little startled when Rolan offered his own horse for her to use.
She put up her hands and shook her head, politely declining.
"Ah, there is no need.."
She frowned again, looking to the ground for answers. Struggling to find the proper title for the gentleman.
"Squire Rolan?"
She wasn't sure if that was accurate, but maybe it would suffice for the time being.
She smiled, laughing softly.
"I am not above walking on my own two legs, papa et maman did not raise such a spoiled daughter. I did not lose much of import so truly, it is quite alright. It is no fault of your own that I am unable to keep accountability of my belongings."
Truth be told, it may have been better for her to remain close to the ground. After all, it appeared that she was one of the few, if not only, dressed in nearly all white. If she remained on horseback, she would just highlight herself as target. With her "small" stature, she would even more than likely appear to be the 'weakest link' of their party and targeted first. Though she would probably struggle with keeping up with the other Iron Roses, she thought positively. If anything, it would be a bit of conditioning. A work out even. She was not above shedding a little sweat. One could simply just bathe and change afterward. Delacroix nobility weren't like other snobbish, pampered nobles in many more ways than one. As a Knight, it would be foolish and ridiculous fearing a little physical exertion and dirt.
Thinking their conversation finished, Marianne respectfully bowed her head and curtsied in return to his kind gesture. Turning, she walked away to regroup with the rest of the Iron Roses.
@harinezumikouken No, she's not beef jerky. Even if she was, there's more to appearance than that. xD
Until otherwise stated or seen by Marianne.
Dame Tyranthe is Beef Jerky.
Someone Tyaethe would probably consider a friend! xD
Hmm. I have a game for people: 'guess what she looks like without the armour'. :P
Beef jerky.
@Zebanamana - I love your character and literary prowess!
<Snipped quote by harinezumikouken>
It takes over a screen's length to display (without purposefully elongating the screen) and is unrelated to anything currently happening. It counts. :T
Hm...-Scours for secret information-..
Oh, right. Unrelated as it might seem, that wall of text might seem, it does include something of interest to characters versed in tactics or magic. AKA: something mages can do in a battle aside from blow people up. xD
Wall of text? What wall of text?
@Raineh Daze
1. The sword is not huge. I glad you didn't actually look at the pic of the sword.
2. Tirial and Marianne has range. Marianne has multiple skills from swordplay to archery to hand to hand to high magic but I'M the one being too powerful when my guy only has swordplay and magic (no offense at all to you harinezumikouken). Tirial is good at swordsmanship AND good at manipulating water/ice for many purposes. Go read over them.
3. Its a word. If it loses meaning in the fantasy world, I give it the meaning.
No hostility in my response.
@VitaVitaAR
Edited things.
Basically what I put. Fanilly trained with Aleyn for three years and share a bond.
Jack of all trades, master of none,
though oftentimes better than master of one.
No offense taken. I tried my best to word her abilities to make it clear that while she can sword fight, fist fight, shoot arrows, and cast magic... She can't cleave a person in two with her sword. She can't knock anyone's teeth out or break their jaw in a fist fight. She can't shoot the nuts off a squirrel with her arrows. When she casts magic, it drains her completely. Meant to make her a versatile Knight, but balanced out with drawbacks as far as lack of ability and power.
Plus, she's squishy.
A few too many hits and she's down for the count. All in all, she's heavily reliant on her speed and precision with the blade. She can't get rough and tumble, down and dirty like some of the other knights.
Rise.
Marianne Delacroix
Marianne had completed her prayer just in time look up and witness Dame Tyranthe impaling herself with a spear, eyes widening with shock as she covered her mouth with her hands. Was she mad? Had she decided that she was done with this world and finally given up on her long, extended life? Marianne stood to her feet and thought to rush to the Holy Immortal's aide, until she realized that the revered icon continued speaking and moving as if she didn't have a bloody spear lodged midway through her body. Realizing she had reached out with her arm for some odd reason, she lowered it as she listened to the Holy Immortal's explanation. So she was, or rather is, Undead. Now, that explained a lot of things. To be truthful, Marianne suspected it was something along that nature but decided against saying a word. Though the display was rather dramatic, and like most every other event that recently occurred wholly unnecessary, Marianne's high regard for the Holy Immortal did not falter. Simply, she now knew the truth, but would not let that alter her respect for the living legend.
Looking down at the front of her skirt and knees, she dusted them off as the other Knights discussed politics and battle plans. She stood around, listening to each Knight respectfully before losing interest. Having nothing to add to the conversation and quite frankly holding no interest in doing so. She was no word-smithing politician and far from a great tactician, as inexperienced as she is. She wasn't looking to embarrass herself any further by opening her mouth. Instead, she desired nothing more but to return to her horse and prepare for the next course of action. Allowing the more experienced Knights to come up with a decision, deciding to learn from them as she went along.
Walking over to the Knight that took responsibilities of minding their steeds, Marianne gave him a smile. Though he looked worse for wear, she was again glad that they suffered no losses. As she looked around at the horses present, her bright expression slowly faded as she realized that she did not see her steed. Blinking, she frowned slightly.
"Sir...Rolan, I believe?"
She revived her smile as she addressed him.
"Do excuse me, I'm still taking my time placing faces to names." She laughed.
She looked around again, maybe having missed sighting her steed.
"But...Might you know where my steed has run off to? I do not see him present.."
Kuhaku Shiro - Infirmary
Shiro's ears swiveled about, picking up little bits of conversation between the other Beacon students here and there. Some were here for minor injuries like himself, others were far more severe. It was odd being one of the few treated for negligible wounds. Watching as the Practice Class' aide walk by in some pretty seriously looking gear, Kuhaku winced as the nurse dabbed at his bite marks with some ointment. Sucking in air through his teeth, he broke his attention away to look at his forearm. The nurse apologized and finished, wrapping his arm with bandages and handing him his gloves.
Smiling and thanking the nurse, Shiro tugged his gloves back on. Flexing his arm, Shiro sighed. It was rather annoying, the fact that he came out of his mission with such a trivial wound. To be sure, he was grateful he and his team weren't in critical condition. But the fact that Sapphire had managed to break skin and draw blood because of the unexpected reaction really bothered Shiro. He wasn't able to use his Aura to defend from such an 'attack', which would've allowed him to avoid a trip to the ward altogether. At the very least, he was glad Sapphire didn't bite him right over his 'special markings' that he kept covered and hidden from plain sight. How she managed to have enough bite force to even go through his arm length gloves and bandages rather impressed him. She must've been either really angry or terrified.
Sighing again, Shiro's golden eyes looked up at the ceiling. Thinking about it, Sapphire had to have been somewhere in this ward herself. He figured it would least be nice to drop by for a few seconds and see if she was alright. No matter how terrible their relationship was, Shiro figured that was no excuse to be a complete tool. She was still his friend in his eyes. Determining himself discharged from the care of the medical ward, Shiro hopped off of his bed and began to wander around the wing in search of Sapphire's location. As his eyes scanned around, he couldn't help but smile and chuckled.
Hadn't they first met like this? Both in hospital beds.
He wanted to make this quick so that he could get changed and leave to go to town.
There was also a friend he needed to meet up with, rather badly.
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