Rikive was stood still in a backroom of the daycare center, her head tilted to the side out of habit as she listened. The banging on the door had caught her attention and she tuned out the rest of the noise to focus on it. She wasn’t allowed to answer the door anymore because she tended to answer it with Winterthorn drawn and ready to fight. So she remained still and she listened to see who it was when Parael answered. To make sure they were friend not foe.
Her entire body grew stiff when she overheard the following conversation. “Son of a whore.” She whispered to herself, putting her hand on the hilt of her sword and running her other through her wavy chestnut hair. So their stronghold was now compromised and they must scatter to the four winds? How frustrating, damn that fool hardy lad. He had known nothing of proper battle tactics.
Now his foolish attempt to play hero had put them all in danger.
Shaking her head Rikive walked out of the backroom, the flowy hem of her red and gold dress and it’s sleeves annoying her simply because it wasn’t armor. She had been out in the city when she received Parael’s summons and thus woefully caught off guard. It didn’t matter, even if she had been given the proper time to prepare, she would still have no armor. Rather stupidly, she thought she wouldn’t need it when she came to Midgard.
Rikive emerged into the main room as Parael dished out his instructions then ran upstairs to change into sensible clothing. Grunting as the daycare center erupted into equally confused and terrified chatter she stepped into the fray to begin instructing people to leave before more chaos erupted.
Threatening to draw her sword seemed to do the trick well for those that became too rowdy.
Once she was sure people would actually be leaving she followed Parael's path up the stairs to talk to him. "Parael!" She called out, sticking her head into the apartment before entering and shutting the door behind her. "I heard everything, dear friend." She informed him, not one to 'beat around the bush' she believed the expression was. "What is thy plan?" She asked, crossing her arms and leaning back against the door of the apartment.
Her entire body grew stiff when she overheard the following conversation. “Son of a whore.” She whispered to herself, putting her hand on the hilt of her sword and running her other through her wavy chestnut hair. So their stronghold was now compromised and they must scatter to the four winds? How frustrating, damn that fool hardy lad. He had known nothing of proper battle tactics.
Now his foolish attempt to play hero had put them all in danger.
Shaking her head Rikive walked out of the backroom, the flowy hem of her red and gold dress and it’s sleeves annoying her simply because it wasn’t armor. She had been out in the city when she received Parael’s summons and thus woefully caught off guard. It didn’t matter, even if she had been given the proper time to prepare, she would still have no armor. Rather stupidly, she thought she wouldn’t need it when she came to Midgard.
Rikive emerged into the main room as Parael dished out his instructions then ran upstairs to change into sensible clothing. Grunting as the daycare center erupted into equally confused and terrified chatter she stepped into the fray to begin instructing people to leave before more chaos erupted.
Threatening to draw her sword seemed to do the trick well for those that became too rowdy.
Once she was sure people would actually be leaving she followed Parael's path up the stairs to talk to him. "Parael!" She called out, sticking her head into the apartment before entering and shutting the door behind her. "I heard everything, dear friend." She informed him, not one to 'beat around the bush' she believed the expression was. "What is thy plan?" She asked, crossing her arms and leaning back against the door of the apartment.
