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A thumbs up? Luna wasn't entirely sure what the knight meant by that. Oh, she must have noticed how frazzled Luna was. How careless, striking disconcert among the group was nothing short of detrimental. She was surrounded by more experienced people--hopefully--so she must have looked as shaken as a leaf in the fall season. Still, as embarrassing as it was, the young knight's gesture came a long way, with Luna offering a small smile in return.
At the question, Luna looked down at the bow. "Oh, this?" She placed the arrow back in its quiver and then plucked one of the strings on the 'harp' part of the bow. "It's lovely, isn't it? I hadn't the faintest thought that my harp skills could translate into battle!" She admitted, her fingertips running over the strings. Then again, she was shocked that such a thing was apparently common. And to think her mother used to laud her for her skills. Oh well, at the very least she hoped she would be of some use. And this tiny harp was easier to carry around than the full-sized version.
That said, she couldn't help her curiosity when she asked, "I don't believe I heard you introduce yourself. What can I call you?"
At the question, Luna looked down at the bow. "Oh, this?" She placed the arrow back in its quiver and then plucked one of the strings on the 'harp' part of the bow. "It's lovely, isn't it? I hadn't the faintest thought that my harp skills could translate into battle!" She admitted, her fingertips running over the strings. Then again, she was shocked that such a thing was apparently common. And to think her mother used to laud her for her skills. Oh well, at the very least she hoped she would be of some use. And this tiny harp was easier to carry around than the full-sized version.
That said, she couldn't help her curiosity when she asked, "I don't believe I heard you introduce yourself. What can I call you?"
For a majority of the trip, Luna seemed fascinated with the aldite given to them. She continued to study it, noting its shape and color. She gave it a critical eye as she glanced back at the unoccupied slots on her bow. Now would be a good time to see what aldite could do, so she supposed it was certainly an opportunity. At the very least, she could discern that one piece was supposed to represent wind. It was quaint, if a little unsatisfactory. But this must be what hunters use, otherwise why else would it be given to them? With that in mind, she slipped the aldite into the slot without hesitation, plucking the string to test it. It seemed very weak to her, but perhaps that was the standard.
Once they reached the forest, Luna frowned as she looked around, a cold chill running up her spine. She rubbed her arms as she squinted at the trees, seemingly disturbed. Why was the miasma so thick here? She could feel it on her skin despite knowing they weren't necessarily close to the source, the feeling giving her a great amount of discomfort. Biting down on her index finger, she wondered if she should strike out on her own to find what was causing it.
She snapped out of her thoughts as Balder spoke. Oh, right, the miniboros. Slinging her bow off her shoulder, she reached into the quiver and pulled out an arrow. As much as she wanted to believe that her tutor's lectures would come in handy, she couldn't bring herself to admit just how nervous the whole situation made her. Was now a bad time to mention she had never actually seen a fiend before? Even if it wasn't that, however, the constant chill she got was probably the biggest distraction. She was a touch frantic as she looked around, clutching her bow with a death grip.
Once they reached the forest, Luna frowned as she looked around, a cold chill running up her spine. She rubbed her arms as she squinted at the trees, seemingly disturbed. Why was the miasma so thick here? She could feel it on her skin despite knowing they weren't necessarily close to the source, the feeling giving her a great amount of discomfort. Biting down on her index finger, she wondered if she should strike out on her own to find what was causing it.
She snapped out of her thoughts as Balder spoke. Oh, right, the miniboros. Slinging her bow off her shoulder, she reached into the quiver and pulled out an arrow. As much as she wanted to believe that her tutor's lectures would come in handy, she couldn't bring herself to admit just how nervous the whole situation made her. Was now a bad time to mention she had never actually seen a fiend before? Even if it wasn't that, however, the constant chill she got was probably the biggest distraction. She was a touch frantic as she looked around, clutching her bow with a death grip.
Lilie had to shake her head in silence as she decided not to inform the count that yes, the entire point of her lip gloss was to get a little attention. Still, this was just a rehash of a previous scolding where he had sat her down and discussed ‘proper skirt lengths’ for a straight hour--she honestly believed he was more overprotective than her own father at this point. Even if that wasn’t the case, though, this was also one of the many makeup products he had purchased after getting rid of hers, so she really couldn’t take his concern too seriously.
Instead, she focused on following the signs, following the river. She stopped temporarily to wash the handkerchief properly before continuing, the sight of the meadow bringing a calm over her. She absolutely adored the scenery, admiring the flowers before releasing Ben and approaching the harp. It was playing all by itself! The weird part had to be the sea-salt scent that came with the breeze, though; she was pretty sure they weren’t near the ocean. But she liked it nonetheless, taking a second to enjoy it before reading the sign.
“There’s a sign here, and it reads: ‘Sweet mage, sweet mage, listen carefully.’--” Lilie stopped to beam happily at the sign before continuing, “--’This melody is your saving grace from all ignominy. Beware the words of careful thoughts crafted with you in mind as chains to bring you down to drown in their lives. But if faith you have your companion keeps intentions pure and simple sweet, speak my magic with these cords three and see your faith paid off in sleep.’ Magic…?”
She noticed there were more words underneath. Okay, so the goal was to sing the magical words in the same chord as the harp. That seemed easy enough! Except for one little thing. “What does ‘ignominy’ mean?” She asked, frowning.
The harp’s song did wonders to calm Ben’s nerves, the smell of the sea quickly erasing any hesitation he had. He wondered if they were taken elsewhere but the ground still felt like dirt. Perhaps the shoreline was ahead. As Lilie read the sign out loud Ben quietly pondered its meaning. Sweet mage? There must be eyes in the trees, He considered before he thought of the rest of the passage. To him, it seemed to be an exercise in trust. He couldn’t help but remember their previous conversation with a slight frown, deciding now was the time to reiterate his previous point.
“Ignominy is synonymous with public shame or disgrace,” Ben replied. “That being said, I believe this test accounts for a bond of complete faith between us. And one of us has been dishonest tonight.”
Lilie looked back at Ben, frowning. He was right, but that didn’t mean she had to like it. If the test could tell they weren’t sincere, they could end up failing. Talk about having to confront your demons! Well, it was her own fault, really. She just didn’t want to talk about it here, though. No, that’s not true, Ben was right, she was avoiding it.
Taking in a deep breath, Lilie turned fully towards him, nervously fiddling with the sleeves of her coat. “...you’re right,” She admitted first and foremost, letting out a sigh. “I mean, I really did mean it when I said you didn’t do anything. You’ve been nothing but nice, and...it’s unfair that I’ve sorta been trying to get some distance.”
She looked down at the ground for a moment. “I just...have a really, really hard time with vampires,” She confessed, feeling like she was revealing some deep, dark secret. “They’re cold, and callous, and cruel, and they don’t care about human lives. They do whatever they want to make themselves look good at everyone’s expense.” She shook her head. “I...I’m still trying to come to grips with the fact that I have to serve one for the rest of my life, too.”
Victor Astorio’s words echoed in Ben’s head as Lilie concluded. His assumption had been spot on, Lilie’s words speaking volumes on her previous experiences with vampires. But the prejudice had a deeper root, and even if he would not get a response, he felt compelled to ask, “What happened that gave you such a fear?”
Lilie tensed up considerably, her hands releasing her sleeves as she ran them over her arms. Just thinking about it almost had her reply that nothing happened, but that wasn’t true. She really, really didn’t want to talk about it, either, but as the harp played its chords, the riddle came to mind again. Ben was right, it was asking for faith, but she didn’t know if she could. As she looked at him, she felt like she was searching for some kind of confidence, but his face--even if his eyes were looking over her head--had nothing but concern on it.
Lowering her gaze again, Lilie teetered back and forth for a moment. Finally, with a huge sigh, she ran her hands over her face, pushing her bangs off her forehead before dropping her arms. “When I was little...actually, before I was even born, my mama used to be a renowned fencer,” Lilie slowly started. “She used to teach at the Lorelai Institute, actually--they let her do it even though she was just a human because she was that amazing. She has a bunch of trophies and medals from tournaments she’s won, too. It was all she wanted to do with her life.”
Pausing for a second, she made a gesture before remembering that he couldn’t see her. “But a vampire took notice of this human. And he wanted to see her skill for himself, so he challenged her,” She continued. “I remember her bringing me to her job that day. Everyone was really nervous, and I overheard some of the other adults talking about it. I mean, the guy was a vampire. Obviously there was no way my mom could win. But she accepted the challenge anyway--a one hit match. And...she won.”
Ben was ecstatic that Lilie was amenable to his question, focusing entirely on her response. He was pleasantly surprised to hear more than a single line of reason, far be it from him to complain. He was surprised to find her mother being the source of her talent with the blade, but he kept himself quiet until Lilie stopped.
“She won?” He asked. Perhaps he shouldn’t have been so surprised, but surely such a talented human with such a victory would have been more than well known. As far as he was aware, there weren’t any humans that could possibly win in any sort of physical fight against their betters.
Lilie nodded. “Yeah. She landed a hit on him--ripped his right shoulder sleeve,” She said, tapping her own shoulder. “He didn’t like that.”
How foreboding. A vampire’s ego was so easily bruised. The fact that a human had bested him must not have gone over well. However, it did not take much to know just how foreboding the story became. The silence loomed over them for a moment before he would speak again.
“What did he do?” Ben asked.
There was a small pause once again as Lilie stared at the ground. She could feel her chest starting to get tight as she took in a deep breath, once again hesitating. After a few seconds, she decided to just get the rest of it out. “He followed us when we went home. I think Mama knew, and she tried to send me ahead, but I ended up hiding nearby. I should’ve listened to her, but hearing that snap sound--” She swallowed hard, shaking her head. “And I ran to her, but he grabbed me, and they started shouting at one another. I can’t remember what they said, but he left, and it wasn’t until she went to the hospital that I found out the sound I heard was him breaking her shoulder.”
Despite starting off quietly, she felt her meekness give way to anger. “She couldn’t lift her arm after that--and for what, because he was a sore loser?! He killed her entire career! He broke her just because she beat him, because he couldn’t stand the idea of a human being better than him,” She raised her voice, throwing her arms up in frustration. “And you know what? That’s how they all think. They thought my mama deserved it because she went out of her way to ‘humiliate’ him, never mind the fact that he was the one who challenged her!”
The logical conclusion to the story came as expected, but where he expected sorrow, there was anger. At the very least, many things clicked into place and he truly believed that the wall between them came down. He walked forward with confidence with his hand outstretched, stopping when he felt himself touching her coat. His fingers slowly traced downwards until he felt her hand, taking it into both of his. There was much to be said, but there was little he could say that wouldn’t seem like an empty apology.
“Thank you for telling me,” Ben said.
Lilie looked up at the taller vampire, feeling herself calming down. “I‘m sorry, I just…” She had no idea how to properly explain herself, trying hard to verbalize her feelings.
Ben saw it was unneeded as he patted her hand. Upsetting her any further would only be to their detriment. “The shock of having to serve that which you loathe must have resulted in resentment. I won’t ask you to let it go, nor will I try to justify anyone’s actions, but I will say this: I also meant it when I said that I want us to be a team. Lean on me, I will do everything in my power to make sure I don’t disappoint you,” He promised.
She wanted to believe him. And maybe it was because she just poured her heart out and didn’t get laughed at, but she did feel like she could. Why else would he reply like that?
The sound of the harp caught her attention, and she remembered the challenge. Right, a test of faith. Exhaling, she looked back up at Ben. “Well...time to put that to the test,” She joked.
Ben gave her what he hoped was a reassuring smile in her direction. “Believe in me. I won’t let you down.” He said. “Go on. We can talk more once we pass with flying colors.”
She wasn’t sure if it was because that was what she wanted to hear, but Lilie felt greatly reassured. She squeezed his hand before gently pulling it back, looking at the harp. Feeling more confident, Lilie approached the harp, listening carefully to the tune. After taking a few seconds to hum the notes for accuracy, she was sure she had it locked in her memory, bracing herself.
“Depalim ist, aqutori ald, estli seprient,” Lilie sang, waiting for the challenge to move on.
Instead, she focused on following the signs, following the river. She stopped temporarily to wash the handkerchief properly before continuing, the sight of the meadow bringing a calm over her. She absolutely adored the scenery, admiring the flowers before releasing Ben and approaching the harp. It was playing all by itself! The weird part had to be the sea-salt scent that came with the breeze, though; she was pretty sure they weren’t near the ocean. But she liked it nonetheless, taking a second to enjoy it before reading the sign.
“There’s a sign here, and it reads: ‘Sweet mage, sweet mage, listen carefully.’--” Lilie stopped to beam happily at the sign before continuing, “--’This melody is your saving grace from all ignominy. Beware the words of careful thoughts crafted with you in mind as chains to bring you down to drown in their lives. But if faith you have your companion keeps intentions pure and simple sweet, speak my magic with these cords three and see your faith paid off in sleep.’ Magic…?”
She noticed there were more words underneath. Okay, so the goal was to sing the magical words in the same chord as the harp. That seemed easy enough! Except for one little thing. “What does ‘ignominy’ mean?” She asked, frowning.
The harp’s song did wonders to calm Ben’s nerves, the smell of the sea quickly erasing any hesitation he had. He wondered if they were taken elsewhere but the ground still felt like dirt. Perhaps the shoreline was ahead. As Lilie read the sign out loud Ben quietly pondered its meaning. Sweet mage? There must be eyes in the trees, He considered before he thought of the rest of the passage. To him, it seemed to be an exercise in trust. He couldn’t help but remember their previous conversation with a slight frown, deciding now was the time to reiterate his previous point.
“Ignominy is synonymous with public shame or disgrace,” Ben replied. “That being said, I believe this test accounts for a bond of complete faith between us. And one of us has been dishonest tonight.”
Lilie looked back at Ben, frowning. He was right, but that didn’t mean she had to like it. If the test could tell they weren’t sincere, they could end up failing. Talk about having to confront your demons! Well, it was her own fault, really. She just didn’t want to talk about it here, though. No, that’s not true, Ben was right, she was avoiding it.
Taking in a deep breath, Lilie turned fully towards him, nervously fiddling with the sleeves of her coat. “...you’re right,” She admitted first and foremost, letting out a sigh. “I mean, I really did mean it when I said you didn’t do anything. You’ve been nothing but nice, and...it’s unfair that I’ve sorta been trying to get some distance.”
She looked down at the ground for a moment. “I just...have a really, really hard time with vampires,” She confessed, feeling like she was revealing some deep, dark secret. “They’re cold, and callous, and cruel, and they don’t care about human lives. They do whatever they want to make themselves look good at everyone’s expense.” She shook her head. “I...I’m still trying to come to grips with the fact that I have to serve one for the rest of my life, too.”
Victor Astorio’s words echoed in Ben’s head as Lilie concluded. His assumption had been spot on, Lilie’s words speaking volumes on her previous experiences with vampires. But the prejudice had a deeper root, and even if he would not get a response, he felt compelled to ask, “What happened that gave you such a fear?”
Lilie tensed up considerably, her hands releasing her sleeves as she ran them over her arms. Just thinking about it almost had her reply that nothing happened, but that wasn’t true. She really, really didn’t want to talk about it, either, but as the harp played its chords, the riddle came to mind again. Ben was right, it was asking for faith, but she didn’t know if she could. As she looked at him, she felt like she was searching for some kind of confidence, but his face--even if his eyes were looking over her head--had nothing but concern on it.
Lowering her gaze again, Lilie teetered back and forth for a moment. Finally, with a huge sigh, she ran her hands over her face, pushing her bangs off her forehead before dropping her arms. “When I was little...actually, before I was even born, my mama used to be a renowned fencer,” Lilie slowly started. “She used to teach at the Lorelai Institute, actually--they let her do it even though she was just a human because she was that amazing. She has a bunch of trophies and medals from tournaments she’s won, too. It was all she wanted to do with her life.”
Pausing for a second, she made a gesture before remembering that he couldn’t see her. “But a vampire took notice of this human. And he wanted to see her skill for himself, so he challenged her,” She continued. “I remember her bringing me to her job that day. Everyone was really nervous, and I overheard some of the other adults talking about it. I mean, the guy was a vampire. Obviously there was no way my mom could win. But she accepted the challenge anyway--a one hit match. And...she won.”
Ben was ecstatic that Lilie was amenable to his question, focusing entirely on her response. He was pleasantly surprised to hear more than a single line of reason, far be it from him to complain. He was surprised to find her mother being the source of her talent with the blade, but he kept himself quiet until Lilie stopped.
“She won?” He asked. Perhaps he shouldn’t have been so surprised, but surely such a talented human with such a victory would have been more than well known. As far as he was aware, there weren’t any humans that could possibly win in any sort of physical fight against their betters.
Lilie nodded. “Yeah. She landed a hit on him--ripped his right shoulder sleeve,” She said, tapping her own shoulder. “He didn’t like that.”
How foreboding. A vampire’s ego was so easily bruised. The fact that a human had bested him must not have gone over well. However, it did not take much to know just how foreboding the story became. The silence loomed over them for a moment before he would speak again.
“What did he do?” Ben asked.
There was a small pause once again as Lilie stared at the ground. She could feel her chest starting to get tight as she took in a deep breath, once again hesitating. After a few seconds, she decided to just get the rest of it out. “He followed us when we went home. I think Mama knew, and she tried to send me ahead, but I ended up hiding nearby. I should’ve listened to her, but hearing that snap sound--” She swallowed hard, shaking her head. “And I ran to her, but he grabbed me, and they started shouting at one another. I can’t remember what they said, but he left, and it wasn’t until she went to the hospital that I found out the sound I heard was him breaking her shoulder.”
Despite starting off quietly, she felt her meekness give way to anger. “She couldn’t lift her arm after that--and for what, because he was a sore loser?! He killed her entire career! He broke her just because she beat him, because he couldn’t stand the idea of a human being better than him,” She raised her voice, throwing her arms up in frustration. “And you know what? That’s how they all think. They thought my mama deserved it because she went out of her way to ‘humiliate’ him, never mind the fact that he was the one who challenged her!”
The logical conclusion to the story came as expected, but where he expected sorrow, there was anger. At the very least, many things clicked into place and he truly believed that the wall between them came down. He walked forward with confidence with his hand outstretched, stopping when he felt himself touching her coat. His fingers slowly traced downwards until he felt her hand, taking it into both of his. There was much to be said, but there was little he could say that wouldn’t seem like an empty apology.
“Thank you for telling me,” Ben said.
Lilie looked up at the taller vampire, feeling herself calming down. “I‘m sorry, I just…” She had no idea how to properly explain herself, trying hard to verbalize her feelings.
Ben saw it was unneeded as he patted her hand. Upsetting her any further would only be to their detriment. “The shock of having to serve that which you loathe must have resulted in resentment. I won’t ask you to let it go, nor will I try to justify anyone’s actions, but I will say this: I also meant it when I said that I want us to be a team. Lean on me, I will do everything in my power to make sure I don’t disappoint you,” He promised.
She wanted to believe him. And maybe it was because she just poured her heart out and didn’t get laughed at, but she did feel like she could. Why else would he reply like that?
The sound of the harp caught her attention, and she remembered the challenge. Right, a test of faith. Exhaling, she looked back up at Ben. “Well...time to put that to the test,” She joked.
Ben gave her what he hoped was a reassuring smile in her direction. “Believe in me. I won’t let you down.” He said. “Go on. We can talk more once we pass with flying colors.”
She wasn’t sure if it was because that was what she wanted to hear, but Lilie felt greatly reassured. She squeezed his hand before gently pulling it back, looking at the harp. Feeling more confident, Lilie approached the harp, listening carefully to the tune. After taking a few seconds to hum the notes for accuracy, she was sure she had it locked in her memory, bracing herself.
“Depalim ist, aqutori ald, estli seprient,” Lilie sang, waiting for the challenge to move on.
Putting her faith to the test with @Bert Macklin.
A fight, eh? Eris had to admit that if that was the case, this would be the first challenge that he would actually find himself enjoying. If it was as Wells predicted, he would find it more fun. The idea of seeing Wells in action was a good indicator of his talents, too. But would they fight themselves? No, the riddle said they would have to conquer 'others'--they'd have to fight one another, then. If it was an individual fight, would he fight Sunny or Varis? There were too many questions and scenarios running through his head, but he would just have to assume the worst: he was going to end up fighting the long ranged one. Too bad they weren't allowed to bring anything, at the very least he figured he would have more of a chance with a weapon.
Eris was brought out of his thoughts as Varis pulled Sunny down to likely tell him off for something. Poor kid, must have breathed wrong or something. But they didn't have any coin either. He was pretty sure he had read the phantom Varis' lips correctly. The coin must not come into play just yet. Oh well, if he was being honest, the skull on the pedestal did interest him more. And they had a guinea pig to touch it! To think they said Sinnenodels didn't know the definition of generosity. It was filled with rancor and could be dismissed as a necessity more than generosity, but eh, he was sure the kid would be fine. Probably. He couldn't imagine Ryner doing anything to endanger any little one in this forest.
Once Sunny vanished after touching the skull, Eris waited to see if anything would happen next. After a few seconds, Eris approached the pedestal, waving his hand around where Sunny was previously standing. He wasn't invisible, so the skull must have taken him somewhere. Interesting.
"Guess we have to wait for him to come back," Eris stated, squinting at the skull. "I wonder...if we touch it at the same time, would it send us in together? Or is it strictly individual?" Even if Varis opted out, Eris was more than happy for the chance to get into a tussle.
Eris was brought out of his thoughts as Varis pulled Sunny down to likely tell him off for something. Poor kid, must have breathed wrong or something. But they didn't have any coin either. He was pretty sure he had read the phantom Varis' lips correctly. The coin must not come into play just yet. Oh well, if he was being honest, the skull on the pedestal did interest him more. And they had a guinea pig to touch it! To think they said Sinnenodels didn't know the definition of generosity. It was filled with rancor and could be dismissed as a necessity more than generosity, but eh, he was sure the kid would be fine. Probably. He couldn't imagine Ryner doing anything to endanger any little one in this forest.
Once Sunny vanished after touching the skull, Eris waited to see if anything would happen next. After a few seconds, Eris approached the pedestal, waving his hand around where Sunny was previously standing. He wasn't invisible, so the skull must have taken him somewhere. Interesting.
"Guess we have to wait for him to come back," Eris stated, squinting at the skull. "I wonder...if we touch it at the same time, would it send us in together? Or is it strictly individual?" Even if Varis opted out, Eris was more than happy for the chance to get into a tussle.
Thinking out loud with @Scribe of Thoth and @Achronum.
The comment (compliment? It was a compliment, wasn't it?) was decidedly unexpected. Luna blinked slowly at the young man, watching his grin and wink, and she found herself at a loss. Should she smile back? Wink back? Was it a joke? Was she overthinking it? At the very least she definitely knew the answer to the last question: it was a resounding 'yes'. Honestly, she had no idea how to properly react, the best thing to do was to smile politely and say nothing.
So she did the opposite, feeling her face flush red as she stared down at her knees. "Ah...um...thank you..." She could hardly get the sentence out, her thanks awkward and a little uncomfortable.
That said, Luna did look up as he properly introduced himself, her hand flying to her chest. No, there was no need to panic, it must be a coincidence. There were many men under Cid 'dan Falreath, so it wasn't surprising to run into anyone that had worked with him. At the very least, the young man wasn't from any divisions she knew of. She was fine. Everything was fine.
The excitable boy's introduction did warm her heart a little; it was nice to see passion of any kind. So there was Blaike, Edgar, Avaddon, Mitra and...oh, it looked like the other two women had yet to introduce themselves. She did notice the rose haired woman staring at her for a moment, an Luna's gaze immediately returned downward. Great Alexander, save her from the embarrassment...!
At the mention of the mission, Luna did frown to herself. Ferris Wood--that wasn't too far from the city, was it? At Edgar's suggestion, she nodded quickly. "The sooner it is taken care of, the better," She added.
So she did the opposite, feeling her face flush red as she stared down at her knees. "Ah...um...thank you..." She could hardly get the sentence out, her thanks awkward and a little uncomfortable.
That said, Luna did look up as he properly introduced himself, her hand flying to her chest. No, there was no need to panic, it must be a coincidence. There were many men under Cid 'dan Falreath, so it wasn't surprising to run into anyone that had worked with him. At the very least, the young man wasn't from any divisions she knew of. She was fine. Everything was fine.
The excitable boy's introduction did warm her heart a little; it was nice to see passion of any kind. So there was Blaike, Edgar, Avaddon, Mitra and...oh, it looked like the other two women had yet to introduce themselves. She did notice the rose haired woman staring at her for a moment, an Luna's gaze immediately returned downward. Great Alexander, save her from the embarrassment...!
At the mention of the mission, Luna did frown to herself. Ferris Wood--that wasn't too far from the city, was it? At Edgar's suggestion, she nodded quickly. "The sooner it is taken care of, the better," She added.
How in the world did she get herself into this situation? The Hunter's Guild was her destination, so coming across an oddity or two was to be expected. That being said, when she had nervously approached a seemingly friendly face, she had hoped for some directions and nothing more. She did not consider the possibility that not only was the man also heading to the Hunter's Guild, but he had insisted on taking her there himself. He was charming, definitely, but as kind as the offer was, she preferred to go alone. And then he continued to insist while saying something about being a gentleman--she honestly couldn't remember, she was too busy getting swept off her feet and carried over like he was her personal chariot.
Not that she didn't appreciate his kindness, but when was he planning on putting her down?!
The woman could have died of embarrassment right then and there, staying quiet as the group gathered. Once the man broke the silence and introduced himself, it seemed to break the tension in the room. Why someone of the Red Storm tribe would come all the way to Alexandria was beyond her, but she supposed everyone had their own reasons; a brief look around let her know that not everyone was a native. Perhaps they shared her goal in crossing the border.
Considering Avaddon had no problem keeping her on his shoulder, she naturally assumed that she was going to stay this way for a while. With a small sigh, she figured she should introduce herself next. "...I'm Luna..." She replied meekly, hanging her head in shame.
Not that she didn't appreciate his kindness, but when was he planning on putting her down?!
The woman could have died of embarrassment right then and there, staying quiet as the group gathered. Once the man broke the silence and introduced himself, it seemed to break the tension in the room. Why someone of the Red Storm tribe would come all the way to Alexandria was beyond her, but she supposed everyone had their own reasons; a brief look around let her know that not everyone was a native. Perhaps they shared her goal in crossing the border.
Considering Avaddon had no problem keeping her on his shoulder, she naturally assumed that she was going to stay this way for a while. With a small sigh, she figured she should introduce herself next. "...I'm Luna..." She replied meekly, hanging her head in shame.
Man, Eris forgot how disgusting mortals were. Shitting his pants--first of all, vampires don't have anything leave their bowels, what the hell was Wells on about? And second of all they were both entirely unamused by this exam, so if his reflection or apparition or whatever it was had a nervous expression, then it simply reflected how done he was with everything. The thought was preposterous, anyway, Eris wasn't scared.
He kept his thoughts to himself, deciding that a response just wasn't needed. Wells' next question did interest him, though, so that much he could offer up some kind of conversation. "The more complex a spell, the more resources that it takes. There were also a lot of mages casting spells when we had to line up to get blinded," Eris shrugged. "Aside from the multitude of teachers, I'd wager some of the more accomplished students helped to set this up. If this sort of exam is typical, then maybe a few days' time, a little longer just to properly plan out the challenges and the possible outcomes."
As for the "shared fever dream" comment, Eris wasn't too sure on that one. He didn't think the blindness was an illusion, but everything else they had experienced certainly was. "I'm assuming each pair is being overseen by a mage or two in a specific section of each forest. They said you would be led by signs or something, so I think if you go somewhere where you're not supposed to, you'll get nudged in the proper direction to correct it." He tapped his hip with his free hand. "It's interesting, to say the least." Not that he knew much more about it, though.
When the darkness lifted from his eyes, Eris was openly relieved, though he straightened up as he watched the clones. Interesting, a sword and a claw, not unlike ones he had used before as props--except he was pretty sure he hadn't used anything obsidian. He listened to the words carefully, a hand to his chin as he thought to himself. Demons of others, what others? As soon as that thought crossed his mind, however, he saw the other clones--Sunny and Varis. Very interesting. He watched Sunny's clone vanish and watched Varis' with amusement--did they know about his messy eating habits? He did noticed that those clones were armed, too. Hm, a fight, was it?
Before he could voice his opinion, however, he noticed the word Varis' guy mouthed. Coin? What coin? "Did we get a coin?" He asked Wells, a little confused. "He mouthed it before he vanished--" Eris cut himself off as he saw the actual Sunny and Varis across the way. They must have been the ones the riddles referred to. Do they have to fight each other's reflections? Eris could probably take on the Sunny clone, but he wasn't too sure about fighting someone out of his range. Maybe the kid could make him a sword or something.
"Interesting," He commented before waving at the other pair. "What a sight for sore eyes. Unless you're the ones we have to 'vanquish' of course." He laughed, brushing his hair out of his face. "If those reflections come back, I'm sure we'll have a fight on our hands." He paused for a moment. "I don't suppose either of you have a coin on you? The count's reflection muttered something about it before he vanished."
He kept his thoughts to himself, deciding that a response just wasn't needed. Wells' next question did interest him, though, so that much he could offer up some kind of conversation. "The more complex a spell, the more resources that it takes. There were also a lot of mages casting spells when we had to line up to get blinded," Eris shrugged. "Aside from the multitude of teachers, I'd wager some of the more accomplished students helped to set this up. If this sort of exam is typical, then maybe a few days' time, a little longer just to properly plan out the challenges and the possible outcomes."
As for the "shared fever dream" comment, Eris wasn't too sure on that one. He didn't think the blindness was an illusion, but everything else they had experienced certainly was. "I'm assuming each pair is being overseen by a mage or two in a specific section of each forest. They said you would be led by signs or something, so I think if you go somewhere where you're not supposed to, you'll get nudged in the proper direction to correct it." He tapped his hip with his free hand. "It's interesting, to say the least." Not that he knew much more about it, though.
When the darkness lifted from his eyes, Eris was openly relieved, though he straightened up as he watched the clones. Interesting, a sword and a claw, not unlike ones he had used before as props--except he was pretty sure he hadn't used anything obsidian. He listened to the words carefully, a hand to his chin as he thought to himself. Demons of others, what others? As soon as that thought crossed his mind, however, he saw the other clones--Sunny and Varis. Very interesting. He watched Sunny's clone vanish and watched Varis' with amusement--did they know about his messy eating habits? He did noticed that those clones were armed, too. Hm, a fight, was it?
Before he could voice his opinion, however, he noticed the word Varis' guy mouthed. Coin? What coin? "Did we get a coin?" He asked Wells, a little confused. "He mouthed it before he vanished--" Eris cut himself off as he saw the actual Sunny and Varis across the way. They must have been the ones the riddles referred to. Do they have to fight each other's reflections? Eris could probably take on the Sunny clone, but he wasn't too sure about fighting someone out of his range. Maybe the kid could make him a sword or something.
"Interesting," He commented before waving at the other pair. "What a sight for sore eyes. Unless you're the ones we have to 'vanquish' of course." He laughed, brushing his hair out of his face. "If those reflections come back, I'm sure we'll have a fight on our hands." He paused for a moment. "I don't suppose either of you have a coin on you? The count's reflection muttered something about it before he vanished."
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