Psyker Landshark

Iris Ascendis

Iraleth Kyrios

Iraleth could feel the influx of essence from the moment she stepped into the room. She paused for a moment, taking it in. How gratuitous. At the very least, Wingram was sparing no expense in this matter. Even the facilities available in Vaal Nero's cathedral hadn't matched up to this. The half-elf resisted the urge to let out a low whistle, and continued on into the room. She found her seat easily enough, marked in the center row towards the right, and promptly sat her plated behind down in it, reaching into her bag to extract her study materials.

Classroom and book learning had never been a strength of hers. Even learning scriptures as part of her religious education had been trying, and arguably the most difficult part of her path towards becoming an Astran paladin. That only meant she had to focus and try harder. There were a few minutes left before class was supposed to begin, but it didn't hurt to prepare now.

Though it was difficult to get into the right mindset to focus when Iraleth could practically feel eyes on her every now and then. She looked up and glanced around for a moment only to catch...ah. The girl with the crippling Ethos. Otis was seemingly trying to bargain with her for a change of seating, so Iraleth only settled for dryly raising an eyebrow at Chloe, waiting to see how she would respond. What, was the other half-elf sore over Iraleth's easy defeat of her yesterday? If so, it was just karma for how Chloe had been treating those she'd defeated before Iraleth arrived on the scene.

SPIRITUM

Kalina Kovalic

_{W A R D E N}

Kalina Kovalic

20 | 5'9" | WARDEN 3rd Class

_{A P P E A R A N C E}

Lean build. Prefers to wear armor-lined long coats over professional wear or tactical gear whenever at all possible.

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

Reserved and stoic, Kalina is somewhat socially maladjusted from being raised among active combat personnel her entire life before she entered the WARDEN academy. She possesses little understanding of social norms or civilian culture, having grown up focusing on fighting and soldiering first and foremost.

Still, Kalina does her best to work with her fellow WARDEN members and help them with what they need, even if she doesn’t understand how certain individuals think or act at times.

Tends to speak in a neutral tone most of the time, emoting only very rarely.

_{B A C K G R O U N D}

The girl who would become Kalina Kovalic was born in a minor border nation, orphaned practically from birth by Vangar expansionism. Her town was conquered in less than a day, her parents either killed or scattered to the winds. Had a traveling mercenary troupe not found her, she would have died of exposure. Mylo Kovalic, leader of Mylo's Marauders, found the girl and raised her as his own.

The Marauders spent years finding their livelihood being choked out, given that they refused to work for Vangar. Every military force they signed up with was defeated by the Empire in short order, and they eventually fled to Rassvet as refugees, albeit much reduced in number. The moment they arrived in-country, Mylo signed the Marauders up as Rassvet auxiliaries. They were redeployed back to the front almost immediately, though not without Mylo watching his little girl who had just turned of qualifying age be press-ganged into the WARDEN academy. For her part, Kalina was eager to join. She had spent the entirety of her life so far powerless waiting for her adoptive family to return from battle constantly, and wished for nothing more than to be able to join them eventually. Mylo was slightly more reluctant, but eventually accepted that she was bound for the battlefield one day. And where else would she receive the best training and care possible?

Ten years passed. Kalina was found to be an expert combatant and pilot on par with a Second Class, but her leadership and tactical assessments proved to be lacking. As it stood, she still passed for Third Class without issue, with the expectation of being able to attempt to qualify for Second in the future with further experience in the field.

Graudation came, and the surviving Marauders all managed to wrangle enough leave away from the front lines to attend, Kalina's father included. When the few friends she'd made during her time at the academy suggested one last hurrah before being deployed to the front, Kalina could only shrug and go along with them. It didn't particularly matter to her what they did until she shipped out, so why not just roll with it and keep them happy?

_{C O M B A T}

Combat Class:
Vanguard/Combat Support (Pilot)

Combat Style:
Kalina is a frontline gunblade specialist, skilled in the use of an otherwise esoteric weapon. Her sword style is minimalist and efficient, aiming for economy of movement with minimal exaggeration or flourishes in order to close the gap between blade and flesh as quickly as possible, all backed up by the explosive power of a gunblade. She typically wears medium armor, favoring a balance between mobility and protection. Most of her magical ability is dedicated towards empowering her gunblade's cartridges in order to infuse her weapon's strikes with elemental or defensive augments.

In terms of combat support, Kalina is certified to pilot both fixed-wing and VTOL transport aircraft. Her piloting can best be described as moderately psychotic, as every flight with her is geared towards speed and evading enemy fire, even on a leisurely cruise in friendly skies.

_{R E L A T I O N S H I P S}

Gerard: Kalina finds Gerard odd, but she doesn't dislike him. Insults and quips tend to brush off her like water to begin with, and Gerard has displayed enough moments of genuine care over the years that she can't really bring herself to hate him. It'd be easier on everyone if he just stated what he meant instead, though. That said, she had to have it explained to her by someone else that Gerard's been consistently trying to get a rise out of her for years. As to why, Kalina doesn't particularly understand it herself, but at least there's seemingly no malice involved. Good enough for her.

Tony: They're not too close with each other, on account of not speaking one-on-one much, but Kalina is impressed with how well Tony's recovered from his accident. The amount of drive and grit he's shown since then is definitely commendable. Thinks he should've been a shoo-in for Second Class regardless. If he could take out Schneider, he earned it. She's tried to teach him the ammunition trick, but Kalina isn't good at explaining things that come easily to her. That, and it requires more fine control over Mist than he has.

Justice: Justice meets every check mark Kalina has for a good squad leader, and she trusts her implicitly. More than that, she's direct and says what she means. It's a rare quality when a good portion of WARDEN recruits were civilians concerned about politeness and appearances, and Justice is very easy for Kalina to deal with as a result. She also appreciates that Justice explains the jokes she makes to her. She still doesn't get the humor, but Kalina'd never understand them otherwise.

Lance: The two met early on in training, with Kalina dropping a few pointers when she noticed him struggling. Since then, she's continued doing the same, with him reciprocating for social situations she doesn't understand in return. Kalina is rather defensive of Lance when it comes to others disparaging him, believing that if he meets minimum regs, which he does, he isn't deserving of disrespect. WARDEN needs every warm body it can pass for the war effort, and Lance washing out would be a complete waste.

Silje: In a way, the two are polar opposites, but with the same starting point: social incompetence. As it turns out, someone who can't shut up is a good fit with someone who barely emotes or cares to. It's not a complicated relationship: Silje talks, Kalina listens, and occasionally one tries to steer the other back when they go too far. Kalina might be reserved, but she does enjoy being around people to the point where Silje is good company.

Levy: Easily the most confusing person in the squad to Kalina. His insistence on making a nuisance of himself is similar enough to the rest of the team to the point where she's just learned to deal with it, but doing a complete 180 in his personality only in the field just baffles her. Why even bother to put a false face on? Of course, he refused to answer the one time Kalina tried to call him out on it, and has seemed wary of her since. Chalk one up to another social thing she doesn't get.

_{O T H E R}

Voice claim: Sura Siu

SPIRITUM

Kalina Kovalic

_{W A R D E N}

Kalina Kovalic

20 | 5'9" | WARDEN 3rd Class

_{A P P E A R A N C E}

Lean build. Prefers to wear armor-lined long coats over professional wear or tactical gear whenever at all possible.

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

Reserved and stoic, Kalina is somewhat socially maladjusted from being raised among active combat personnel her entire life before she entered the WARDEN academy. She possesses little understanding of social norms or civilian culture, having grown up focusing on fighting and soldiering first and foremost.

Still, Kalina does her best to work with her fellow WARDEN members and help them with what they need, even if she doesn’t understand how certain individuals think or act at times.

Tends to speak in a neutral tone most of the time, emoting only very rarely.

_{B A C K G R O U N D}

The girl who would become Kalina Kovalic was born in a minor border nation, orphaned practically from birth by Vangar expansionism. Her town was conquered in less than a day, her parents either killed or scattered to the winds. Had a traveling mercenary troupe not found her, she would have died of exposure. Mylo Kovalic, leader of Mylo's Marauders, found the girl and raised her as his own.

The Marauders spent years finding their livelihood being choked out, given that they refused to work for Vangar. Every military force they signed up with was defeated by the Empire in short order, and they eventually fled to Rassvet as refugees, albeit much reduced in number. The moment they arrived in-country, Mylo signed the Marauders up as Rassvet auxiliaries. They were redeployed back to the front almost immediately, though not without Mylo watching his little girl who had just turned of qualifying age be press-ganged into the WARDEN academy. For her part, Kalina was eager to join. She had spent the entirety of her life so far powerless waiting for her adoptive family to return from battle constantly, and wished for nothing more than to be able to join them eventually. Mylo was slightly more reluctant, but eventually accepted that she was bound for the battlefield one day. And where else would she receive the best training and care possible?

Ten years passed. Kalina was found to be an expert combatant and pilot on par with a Second Class, but her leadership and tactical assessments proved to be lacking. As it stood, she still passed for Third Class without issue, with the expectation of being able to attempt to qualify for Second in the future with further experience in the field.

Graudation came, and the surviving Marauders all managed to wrangle enough leave away from the front lines to attend, Kalina's father included. When the few friends she'd made during her time at the academy suggested one last hurrah before being deployed to the front, Kalina could only shrug and go along with them. It didn't particularly matter to her what they did until she shipped out, so why not just roll with it and keep them happy?

_{C O M B A T}

Combat Class:
Vanguard/Combat Support (Pilot)

Combat Style:
Kalina is a frontline gunblade specialist, skilled in the use of an otherwise esoteric weapon. Her sword style is minimalist and efficient, aiming for economy of movement with minimal exaggeration or flourishes in order to close the gap between blade and flesh as quickly as possible, all backed up by the explosive power of a gunblade. She typically wears medium armor, favoring a balance between mobility and protection. Most of her magical ability is dedicated towards empowering her gunblade's cartridges in order to infuse her weapon's strikes with elemental or defensive augments.

In terms of combat support, Kalina is certified to pilot both fixed-wing and VTOL transport aircraft. Her piloting can best be described as moderately psychotic, as every flight with her is geared towards speed and evading enemy fire, even on a leisurely cruise in friendly skies.

_{R E L A T I O N S H I P S}

TBA

_{O T H E R}

Voice claim: Sura Siu

SPIRITUM

Role-wise I think I'm settling on a gunblade frontliner. Sheet should be up within a day or two, hopefully.

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Ranbu no Izayoi

In all honesty, Izayoi was more than surprised that this situation wasn't about to end in violence. For a moment, she found herself disappointed. She wouldn't have blamed Galahad a single whit should he have decided to heed his father's call, but it seemed sense won out in the end.

Still, the fact that the remainder of their party set themselves against Artorias did bring some measure of reassurance to Izayoi. Well, Arton did, at least. Eliane was simply insisting on making a nuisance of herself. Given that Izayoi wasn't the host, nor did she care about offending the aforementioned, it wasn't her problem.

"If you insist." She nodded in response to the dragoon's words, following him as the party made to leave. Her night wasn't quite over yet, if Galahad's insistence was any indication, but at least she wouldn't be spending any more of it in such intolerable company.

___

The lodge was well-furnished and empty, resembling a knight's chapterhouse more than any hunter's home of the sort. Rich tapestries and dragon skull trophies aligned the walls, with plenty of lighting by way of candles and lanterns. By the time Eliane checked her effects, she would find a note on her person that certainly hadn't been there at any point in time she'd noticed before. On inspection, it opened to reveal the Skaelian royal insignia, along with SEED's emblem. It read:

Dame Commander Laruelle,

Destroy this message upon reading its contents. For the duration of your operation, you are under SEED's purview. This will be forwarded to Overseer Baramoux at the earliest possible time. Your orders are as follows:

Every single one of your companions is of interest to the security of the Skaelian crown. If you find actionable intelligence upon any of them that would be of detriment to Skael, it is your duty to report such. Of particular note is the mercenary referred to as Arton Yule. Any discrepancies regarding him are of highest priority to call in.

Following the directive was a detailed set of instructions regarding where to send information by courier and by what channels. At the end, the command to destroy the message upon memorizing it was issued again.

@Click This

___

By the next morning's dawn, Goug waited for the party in the lodge's common room, lifting a mug of coffee with both his hands.

"Top of the morning, kupo! There's staff with breakfast out shortly, then we ought to be on the road again. Just let me know when you want us to set off, kupo."

Digimon: Fallen Knights

Shinozaki Yurie

"Ow! Bitch!" Yurie hissed in annoyance as she was bonked on the head, scowling up at D'arcmon while rubbing the spot where she was hit. Her irritation, however, was summarily forgotten about as the angels went on. The advancement of human techology wound up creating an entirely different world? What the fuck? Well, points for creativity, at least. Even if this was some sort of insane hallucination brought on by too much energy drinks and Strong Zero, what else was she going to be able to do but play along? Like it or not, this was where she was at.

These specific artificial intelligences apparently took the form of Christian imagery...what, were they derived from TempleOS's data? Still, at least this was somewhat familiar territory for her.

"Alright, saying I buy this," Yurie finally let up on her scowl at the female angel, instead looking at both in turn. "If you're all just, what, AIs? This whole potential thing. How? You want us to just screw with your registry until you're stronger? Actually, second question: which Digimon? You guys?"

She paused, looking to MagnaAngemon specifically.

"You could already hit us with a universal translator, so it can't be as easy as getting us to just open up the command line. How do you do that, anyway? And what code are you running on?"

Fate/Illuminate Histoire

Fujou Necromancer

Name: Rumi Fujou

Sex: Female

Age: 28

Alignment: Lawful Evil

History:
Born as a member of the demon-hunting Fujou family, Rumi spent her youth being trained in her family’s Magecraft of spirit channeling in order to combat the various Oni and Mixed-Blood families throughout Japan. However, as the Four Demon Hunter Houses of Japan began to grow unable to sustain themselves due to the fact that the Mixed-Bloods had integrated into society, Rumi deserted the clan in her teenage years, seeing no future for a practitioner of magecraft in Japan.

She came to London and the Clock Tower, where she began to truly advance her own personal magecraft without being restricted by Fujou family tradition. A chance encounter with a specialist in necromancy had her going down that path as well, and Rumi began to carve out a living for herself among the Association, despite its notable prejudice against Asians. These days, she is ever seeking to increase her own personal abilities and power.

When the Holy Grail's Command Seals appeared on her hand, it was almost like some sort of cosmic joke. Rumi had done everything in her power to separate herself from her past life in Japan, and yet here was the War again, practically forcing her back. Despite her misgivings about the situation, it was one that she would be a fool to turn up. While Rumi didn't particularly have any wish she wanted out of the Grail, the prestige associated with claiming it would kick her damn near close to the top of the Clock Tower's food chain. With that in mind, how could she refuse?

Personality:
Refined, urbane, and calm, Rumi does her best to present as unruffled an appearance as possible at all times. After all, there was no point in exposing any possible emotional weaknesses in the Clock Tower. She seeks personal power above all, always looking to advance her magecraft or her political or financial standing in some way among the Association. While resentful of her fellows’ disdain for Asian magi, Rumi herself bears somewhat of a grudge against the society she grew up in, agreeing that the Four Demon Hunter Houses at least were outdated and backwater relics.

Rumi makes an effort to at least appear approachable and personable, not wishing to make enemies if she can’t help it. However, she bears little love for her peers and thinks little of misfortune befalling upon them so long as the same doesn’t occur to her.

Quality of Circuits: C

Quantity of Circuits: A

Elemental Affinity: Earth

Attribute: Spirit Channeling

Magecraft:

General Magecraft: Taught the basics of magecraft during her training in Japan, further refined upon her entrance into the Association.

Spirit Medium: As a member of the Fujou family, Rumi was trained in the art of seeing into the spirit world and contacting its various denizens. As a result, her ability to detect spirits and negotiate with them is top-notch among Association magi. Her specialty in this field lies in Wraiths in particular.

However, the Fujou clan’s talent comes at a price. The more one peers into the spirit world, the more one’s vision in the physical world is impaired. In short, overuse of their Attribute causes blindness over time. Rumi’s specialization in Wraiths is purely to avoid this drawback for as long as possible, given how often Wraiths interact with the physical world.

Necromancy: The art of raising the dead to do one’s bidding. Rumi’s spin on this art involves cajoling Spirits into possessing corpses to fight for her, creating more capable undead than ordinary practitioners of necromancy can achieve. She focuses on the quality of her undead abominations over the quantity, hand-crafting bodies fit for battle for her contracted Spirits to possess and use. Most of her creations in this manner are Wraiths, with Rumi generally having made deals with them such as resolving their lingering regrets or fulfilling their grudges in exchange for their servitude.

Mystic Codes:

Aulus: Rumi’s greatest creation as a necromancer: an ancient Wraith from the time of Rome that only ever wanted to see battle again, possessing a body specifically crafted for war and magically-preserved to prevent decay. Rumi spared no expense in stitching together the finest and strongest human specimens she could get her hands upon in order to craft a borderline-superhuman body capable of outperforming the greatest modern athletes alive today.

Aulus is outfitted with Mystic Codes of its own, namely an enchanted spear and a full-body suit of plate armor, both of which simply allow the abomination to harm spiritual bodies and be protected against them while on the physical plane. As a result, this combination of body and armament could potentially at least hold off even a Servant in pitched battle, though it stands no chance of actually defeating one or causing major injury.

While primarily powered by Rumi’s magical energy, Aulus is still a Wraith, and can sustain itself indefinitely independent of her prana through consuming human souls.

The Collection: Rumi’s menagerie of contracted Wraiths, their spiritual bodies stored in various talismans that she has drawn up. When Rumi requires one to possess a corpse, she attaches a talisman onto the body, giving the Wraith a physical tunnel with which to embed itself into its new home and fight for her.

Ephemeral Veil: A pair of contact lenses enchanted to restrict Rumi’s Fujou bloodline abilities, severely limiting the clarity at which she sees the spirit world in exchange for preventing major damage to her eyesight. Used for day-to-day tasks and magecraft in which she needs to utilize and maintain her ties to spirits without needing the full clarity required for harder tasks and exorcisms.

Non-Magecraft Abilities/Items: Trained in judo and can hold her own in hand-to-hand combat.

Extra:
Voice actor: Elizabeth Maxwell

Rider

Class: Rider

True Name: Cao Cao

Gender: Male

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Attribute: Man

Personality: A cunning, pragmatic man that cares nothing for what others think of him. He cares little about status or traditions and judges people based solely on their ability. However, despite how ambitious and unscrupulous he is, he still possesses a high amount of personal integrity and treats his allies and subordinates well. He sees opportunity where others only see ruin, and thrives in chaos even as he works to impose order.

On a personal level, he is seemingly jovial and charismatic, capable of laughing casually with a person to their face while plotting against them in his head at the same moment. He is suspicious and untrusting at heart to the point of being borderline paranoid when confronted with those he is not already familiar with.

While he is a fair and legally just person who seeks to bring peace, Cao Cao is not swayed by emotion so much as logic and reason, making him appear rather unsympathetic and unscrupulous to the idealistic.

Biography: A crafty, ambitious man who rose up from minor nobility during the waning years of Han China to become one of the defining men of the Three Kingdoms era. Not content with remaining a cavalry commander for a declining dynasty, Cao Cao became a warlord in his own right, carving out a fiefdom of his own and subjugating many rival warlords to become one of the preeminent powers of his time. While Cao Cao had the last Han emperor under his control, he never seized the throne for himself, preferring to act with impunity under the imperial mandate instead. By the time of his death, Cao Cao's domain of Wei spanned over a third of China.

However, Cao Cao's greatest ambition had been to reunify China under his control into a prosperous and peaceful state. He died of illness at the age of 65, content in the assumption that his successors would finish what he had started. Historical records indicate that Cao Cao was a brilliant ruler, administrator, and general, with his state of Wei flourishing at the time of his death.

Fighting Style: A cheap-shotting bastard. While a formidable swordsman in his own right, Cao Cao always seeks the most expedient and efficient path to victory, no matter what others may think of his tactics. In personal combat, that means nothing is off the table. Crotch shots, eye gouging, running away to try again later, et cetera.

Parameters:
STR: C
END: B
AGI: B
MAG: C
LUK: A+

Class Skills
Magic Resistance:
C: Cancel spells with a chant below two verses. Cannot defend against Magecraft on the level of High-Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals.

Riding:
A: Creatures on the level of Phantasmal Beast and Divine Beast rank can be used as mounts. However, that does not apply to members of the Dragon Kind. Maneuvers that would normally be absolutely impossible become trivial.

Personal Skills
Charisma:
B: The natural talent to influence others and command troops. Increases the ability of allies during group battles. A rare talent. Having B Rank in this Skill is sufficient to lead a nation as its King/Queen. The morale of military forces he or she commands is extremely high. It also allows the user to negate the Emergency Prerogative skill of enemies.

Cao Cao’s most notable feats of charisma revolved around his eye for talent, finding and inspiring loyalty in many able heroes, generals, and scholars of his time. While ordinarily he was content to delegate tasks and battles to them, his leadership abilities were such that even great heroes were inspired upon seeing their lord take the field.

Disengage:
A: The ability to withdraw from the battlefield in the midst of combat or reset the battle conditions. At this rank, there is a bonus effect of returning battle conditions to what they were at the beginning of the match (1st turn) and restores the condition of this Skill to the initial value. At the same time, it forcibly releases some of the bad status ailments inflicted on the user of this Skill.

From his flight from Luoyang to the aftermath of his defeat at Chi Bi, Cao Cao performed several desperate retreats over the course of his military career, always managing to survive and return to fight again.

Eye of the Mind (True):
B: A heightened capacity for observation, refined through training, discipline and experience. A danger-avoidance ability that utilizes the intelligence collected up to the current time as the basis in order to predict the opponent’s activity and change the current situation. This is not a result of talent, but an overwhelming amount of combat experience. A weapon wielded by none other than a mortal, gained through tenacious training. So long there is even a 1% chance of a comeback, this ability greatly improves the chances of winning. At this rank, the user is capable of calm analysis of battle conditions even when in danger and deduce an appropriate course of action after considering all possibilities to escape from a predicament.

As a warlord that commanded armies during the tumultuous period leading up to the Three Kingdoms, Cao Cao saw many battlefields over the course of his life and honed his abilities and reflexes upon them. He was forced to make retreats on several occasions, and by now is inured to such dangers, capable of making calm judgments even during moments of pure chaos.

Noble Phantasms

Seven-Star Sword
Rank: D
Type: Anti-Unit
Range: 1
Maximum Number of Targets: 1
Description:
The blade given to Cao Cao by Wang Yun in an attempt to kill Dong Zhou. Cao Cao pretended to present the sword as a gift before attempting his assassination, but failed and was forced to flee the capital of Luoyang.

This legendary blade was said to have been able to cut through any armor, and deals damage equivalent to one rank above its given rank as a result.

As a result of both Cao Cao’s failed assassination in his legend and his being summoned as a Rider instead of a Saber, this Noble Phantasm’s rank is lower than one would expect.

Shadow Runner
Rank: B
Type: Anti-Army
Range: 2-40
Maximum Number of Targets: 100
Description:
Cao Cao's personal steed, a black horse said to have run so quick that it would cast no shadow during its sprint. It bore Cao Cao to safety during his flight from Wan Castle, surviving numerous wounds during the process.

Combined with Cao Cao’s inherent Riding skill, this sable steed can maintain a ludicrously fast pace, capable of racing against some of the greatest mounts in legend and myth. Shadow Runner’s sheer speed creates waves of force in its wake that resemble black flames. When executing a frontal charge at full strength, this horse can tear through the front ranks of an army and carve a path to victory.

Speak of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao Arrives
Rank: A+
Type: Anti-Unit
Range: -
Maximum Number of Targets: 1
Description:
Cao Cao is so famed for his military tactics and general ruthlessness such that a modern Chinese saying is literally "Speak of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao arrives", equivalent to the Western phrase "Speak of the devil". Whenever his true name is uttered, Cao Cao is capable of teleporting within ten feet of the person who spoke his name. The teleportation is not silent, and the target will be aware that Cao Cao has appeared. However, the prana cost of this ability increases with his distance to the speaker, and anything greater than an average modern city's length is impossible for a Master's prana reserves to sustain and will likely kill them. Anything greater than half a city's length will generally exhaust a Master's prana reserves. Once his name is uttered, Cao Cao is only aware of the distance between himself and the speaker as well as the corresponding prana cost, and nothing else. Moreover, he only has five seconds to decide whether or not he wishes to teleport, and he will have no clue of what the speaker's defenses will be like. This Noble Phantasm can backfire greatly against Cao Cao if he warps into a heavily-defended area.

Extra:
Voice actor: Douglas Rye

Iris Ascendis

Iraleth Kyrios

The decision to make the oath hadn't been easy. Iraleth was naturally suspicious of Otis already, and whatever he was up to now wasn't helping. Still, she had every intention of keeping her promise. After all, if she didn't like what she saw, Otis's oath had no injunction against Iraleth taking action herself.

All she saw, however, only served to raise more questions than answer her suspicions. What had all of that been about? What was Goetia? And furthermore, why her? This wasn't the place to ask, though. Inquiring now was dangerously close to violating the oath, given the amount of people around to overhear. Furthermore, no reasonable person would bother speaking of the matter in public anyway.

Instead, Iraleth simply gave Otis the stink eye as she followed him out of line without him so much as acquiring the coffee he'd promised. If he was going to be like that, she saw little need to answer his question. And besides, explaining the situation with Ciara sounded like a terrible idea. The duel shouldn't even be happening, much less turn into a public spectacle. The less who knew, the better. As the Strigdae sat, Iraleth caught Ciara's eye.

"Do as you will." She said flatly, turning to leave. "There wasn't much remaining yesterday worth speaking of. I'll see you in class."

@ERode @Estylwen

S P I R I T U M

Expressing interest

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Renar Hagen

This situation with their newest tagalong was rapidly devolving into a comedy. Or at least, it would be if Renar couldn't see where this was going. While he'd prefer that Fanilly have handled the situation more firmly, at the end of the day, it didn't matter all too much. That said, it'd be best if someone impressed certain information upon the girl before she did something particularly stupid. Sun and Moon, not even Serenity was this willfully obstinate regarding the captain.

"Let me handle this." Renar murmured aside to Fionn, giving his friend a firm pat on the shoulder before striding up on towards Gertrude.

"Gertrude, was it? Walk with me for a moment." He leaned in closely, speaking quietly so that the others couldn't overhear.

"Frankly, you should be grateful that the Knight-Captain is as...lenient as she is. Were some other people in her position," No points for guessing what other alternative there would be. "They wouldn't have quite tolerated such disrespect so nearly as well. So thank the goddesses that Captain Fanilly is a decent sort. Now, I'd invite you to think very carefully as to the opportunity you have here. Association with the Iron Rose conveys many benefits, both direct and indirect. If the Knight-Witch sent you to aid us, you may as well have carte blanche to join the order. After all, you have to be useful in some capacity. Now, ask yourself if you truly want to offend the person who has final say on whether you get a generous stipend, fine quarters, and finer food." His smile didn't quite meet his eyes.

"Moreover, even should you continue on with us with your attitude, ask yourself if any of the rest of us will be willing to tolerate it overmuch once we're out of a situation where death isn't final." Renar backed away, his smile more threatening than comforting. "Food for thought, as it were."

@Octo @The Otter