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Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

@Raineh Daze

Is Tyaethe near the group or the assassin?

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

ah, alright. really spooked me there, sorry

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

This assassin is about to have the worst day

EDIT: wait, hold on, Gerard at least told her what had him tense, it was the whole point of that post. Was that in reference to not having specifics?

Dungeon Clearer! The Wonderful World of an Adventurer

Nah, these church types have the best chance of sniffing out anything weird about the place. I'll let em come along.

Dungeon Clearer! The Wonderful World of an Adventurer

@Caasicam@Krayzikk@Heartfillia

He held the pouch high above his head, framing his free hand against Cassia's brow in an impenetrable stiffarm until she stopped her usual routine of swiping at the food in front of her. That arm had spent sixteen years as a rock upon which his bow was mounted— it held steady in the face of any attack, just as his nerve.

gib, she said with her golden eyes beneath either side of his palm.

"Not happening." came the stern, level rebuke. She'd tear through half of it in a second, Sieglinde's reassurances or no. One of these days, he'd be able to beat the concept of rationing into her skull, but it probably wasn't today.

As he did so, and as her attempts grew feebler and feebler, the hood slowly canvassed the room, starting at the grumbling half-elf and, eventually, working its way to the job board.

Works. If he can handle his own food, that's less I'm covering for with this tornado in the mix. I just hope she doesn't trick him into "sharing".

For all the massive chip on his shoulder, the manlet had a point once he'd continued— an enterprising Nem had already swiped the Orc slaying posting during their deliberation, and was in the midst of declaring his party. They'd really gotten bogged down with either enabling eachother or making a go at rations before the portions had even been set— the fun truly never ended with these problem children. To add to it, between the lack of information regarding Haesting and its increasing popularity...

Yeah, the thought of bonuses was getting more alluring. A flat rate split amongst multiple groups was edging outside of opportunity cost thresholds that he had hardlined when starting adventuring. It was to go the way of the merchant caravan. In the bin! Into the bin with it, get 'em outta here!

"Mm." he vocalised simply, retrieving his arm from Cass's face and lowering the bag of jerky. "Runt's right: at this rate, it's any port in a storm. We'll grab it and make it work."

He walked forward with calm, swift strides, intent on not being overshot again.

So long as his darks were ready to go, shadows would be just fine. Additionally so if this Monastery was constructed with those nice high columns and archways...

Rafters would be a treat.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

We've had magic-based characters before, yeah.

Dungeon Clearer! The Wonderful World of an Adventurer

Nah, they're busy with classes.

Dungeon Clearer! The Wonderful World of an Adventurer

I really don't think it's that big a deal. Just an opportunity for further character establishment and interaction

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Gerard Segremors

@VitaVitaAR@Crimson Paladin@Heartfillia@Sync@Krayzikk@ghastlyInc

"Yes, Gerard Segremors. I'm honored, and glad to hear you're all having a good time." He replied, belatedly inclining his head to the Princess after a nod to Sir Nicomede, acknowledging his name. Were this a different time and place, he'd have mentioned his surprise at being remembered, particularly by the Princess— but he couldn't quite focus on the pleasant feelings of acknowledgement.

"Sorry to say, I'm a bit jumpier," he continued, tossing an apologetic smile towards Rowan Balthier. The blue-haired spearman was infamously patient in battle, enough that even Gerard had heard tell of it, but seemed nonetheless miffed by the air the swordsman had carried into their group. How unfortunate."I was surprised to see you all right in front of me after I made it through the congregation. I'd been meaning to ask Sir Fleuri something, but was forced to give chase once he cut through to Paladin Tyaethe. He's quite fast when he wants to be."

His mind was, naturally, racing as he gave the explanation. There were a few ways he could go about this, and with his information so limited, he didn't want to overstep what he knew when relaying his troubles. In the event he was wrong, it could be potentially catastrophic for everyone involved. There was such a thing as being too careful.

Gillian Reynauld, it seemed, was of like mind. Of those present, he was the one Gerard knew best, though that was saying little. The Living Reliquary had a penchant for dry absurdism to keep the mood light, joking about lighting himself on fire to escape capture and such, but beneath it he had a solid head on his shoulders. The man had an eye for people, in spite of (or perhaps because, thinking about it) his jabs and jests. Gerard saw as much firsthand when he'd consoled and advised Captain Fanilly in the aftermath of the raid. Perhaps it'd be best to follow his pace now. Clearly he was the object of some concern, after all...

"I'll be honest, for a hick like me, the Drider or Nem would be preferable to this," he joked, watching the one he didn't recognize swipe a bottle from the table and saunter off as he did so, happily bumping into a few other guests shoulder-first. "It's a lot simpler swinging my sword at whatever our Captain needs me to than minding my manners and worrying about stumbling straight into the royal family, you know?"

The unnamed woman quite evidently didn't share those concerns. She hadn't seemed nearly so deep in her cups prior. Not when he'd glanced upon her group, at any rate...

Still, be it intentional theatrics or coincidental intoxication, it served to get eyes off of them for the moment— and doubly so once she spotted a tall, armored man out at the edge of the gardens, raucously calling out to a "Sir Gareth". Whether or not that was somebody he recognized in name or form didn't matter at all.

All that mattered was that this was an opening.

"In fact, if I could confide something, ma'am..."

As the clamor tore yet more gazes away from the group, including hopefully the Princess's, Gerard stepped forward and leaned in close to the teenaged leader of their order, speaking in a low, clipped undertone. The Captain needed to know, if nothing else, what he had seen. If the other knights overheard, fine enough— they were all clearly more experienced than he in this field to begin with. They'd know what to do with what he said, so long as he relayed it clearly.

"That man's nerve doesn't rattle for anything. I don't know what by, but he was spooked enough to all but rush to Tyaethe and Jerel. If you can link up with one'a them, he probably passed it on. That's all I've got."

He jerked his head back towards the scene near the gardens and let a wry smirk play on his face as he took a moment to return to his full height and "meet the eyes" of his fellows once more. Fanilly, Rowan, Gillian, Nicomede— he did share a glance with each in turn, yes, but the wide sweep of his amber gaze took in as much of the crowd behind them as it could.

It pained him to twist the embarrassing circumstances of what he could only assume to be a compatriot into something so self-serving, but she'd given him a golden opportunity not only to answer the curiosity of his superior officer, but he could not help but of what he had meant to ask his fellow Reonite in the first place—

"So, seeing as I can't escape my concerns, I seek guidance from my betters. Would you mind if I shadowed you all for a while? You seem to be quite comfortable with the many manners of court. I've much to learn, that's clear enough."

—and it served as a good alibi now that one was needed, when returning to normal speaking volume. While he was of the mind that "technically not lying" was in turn only "technically still alright", it would be a price he'd pay for a reason to stick close. If he couldn't bear it, then he did not deserve to pledge his oath to this Order.

Whatever it takes. If there's one person who I could assume would be endangered, she stands before me in white and gold.

"I mean, I already know to not drink as much as that one, so head start there."

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Working on it. Focus has been shot.

EDIT: FINALLY.