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Ranbu no Izayoi


They were supposed to have reached Falcon's Nest by now. The operative term being supposed. Instead, they'd diverted two days' away from the city upon seeing a Valheimr airship landed near an otherwise unassuming hill. A hill that Selene and Eos had promptly informed Esben that contained a major spiritual presence: most likely another Eidolon.

Skael possessed two Eidolons to its name: the Eidolon of Ice, Saint Shiva. And of Wind, Garuda. And Saint Shiva's sacred ground was widely known to be far south of here, near Solitude. By simple deduction, only one conclusion could be reached.

They'd made double time afterwards, pushing on to the hill. The Kirins were halfway up before the sights and sounds of combat could be heard, gales of wind clashing against gouts of flame. And interspersed between were...bursts of light? Considering what had happened with Ramuh and Leviathan, was Cid already present?

There wasn't any further time to contemplate the matter, however. Two dozen Valheimr blackhelms charged down the hill, having evidently detected the party at last.

"Hold them back!" The apparent officer in command screamed, brandishing a gunblade. "We need more time until the operation is complete!"

Needing no further prompting, Izayoi hunched down for her sword, that unholy gleam returning to her eyes as it always did when faced with men of Valheim.
Lieutenant Aria Dvalin


Of course she knew of the Baron's most famous and defining battles. If they hadn't been covered during the academy, they were damn well the stuff of cadet legend. And - was that what he thought of her fighting style? That she was borderline suicidal? Aria blinked, though gave him a long, dry raise of an eyebrow at the mention of beauty. Because that was at all relevant.

Nevertheless, she took a moment to at least consider his words before forming an answer. If this hadn't been one of the most storied soldiers in the entire Imperium making the observation, she would have brushed it off as an insult. But it was. Aria resisted the urge to make any sort of tell, pushing her reflexive urge to bite her lip down with iron will as she stared von Zollern dead in the eyes.

"Because if I can't win the glory I need, I may as well be dead." She couldn't help but inject a bitter undertone in the words. It all came back around to the House in the end. Regardless of how she felt regarding her parents' utter incompetence, there was no choice but to press on and restore the Dvalin name. "I have younger siblings, Major. Siblings I still haven't even found in the foster system. The only way to rebuild anything left of my family is to rise as quickly as possible, as hard as possible. If I fail in that regard, there is nothing left to lose."

She hadn't meant to reveal so much, but the words hadn't quite stopped when they started coming out. But the other question was a lifeline back towards familiar territory, and Aria grasped it.

"As for the AC, I prefer to work towards my strengths. I pilot better when I'm agile. Shoring up weaknesses is all well and good, but I feel...constrained in a slower machine. There's little else more to it than that."
Reeva Bonner


Another month, another coded report sent back to the homeland detailing how the Guild was the same as usual. Just another absurdly mundane month in the service of crown and country. Nevertheless, Reeva exhaled a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding when she dropped off the letter at the Guild's mail service, turning to leave with a casual wave behind her. As far as anyone reading it without knowledge of the cipher was concerned, it was just another monthly mail sent from her to some Cousin Blake out in the hinterlands.

She returned to the reception hall, intent on going through what jobs were available. It wasn't as if her true employers gave her any sort of material support for this kind of work beyond the bare minimum. After all, money she'd gotten that wasn't Guild-sourced would look far too suspicious. Especially considering her skillset and profession. No, better to live less lavishly than she'd like instead of giving the wrong people the idea that she was stealing for herself on the side. No matter the rogueish disposition, actual thievery wasn't well tolerated among civilized peoples.

Of course, Reeva's intent to peruse the board was disrupted by a commotion. Some idiot Ingvarr had brought three fresh orc heads in a bundle with her, still dripping with blood and staining the floorboards. Even worse, it seemed some people had stepped in it already. Reeva wasn't squeamish, not after becoming a trained assassin, but there was still basic decorum in public to consider. Honestly...

And then some little girl that had somehow acquired a set of armor and a ridiculously oversized hammer started yammering on about how she wasn't a child. Right, pull the other one. The hammer was impressive, though. Really, what were they feeding noble children these days that they could go and perform such feats?

Reeva snorted as the lamia, easily recognizable on account of her race, lifted the girl up with her tail. She approached, fixing an easy smile on her face.

"Come on, it's too early for all this yelling and protesting, isn't it? The orc blood isn't helping either. Let's just all look up jobs in peace, yeah? And speaking of, anything catch someone's eye yet? Receptionists leave any easy money on the table at all?"
Ranbu no Izayoi


That morning, Izayoi stood in the courtyard, fixing two new materia into her kote: Cure and Magnify. Hopefully, this would allow the burden of healing to be spread out beyond only Miina. Without Neve, the white magic situation very likely wasn't changing for the foreseeable future. Adjustments had to be made.

With all of that finished, Izayoi allowed Rudolf and Esben to say their goodbyes, nodding politely in return to Lene as she made her request. The boy received a new sword from them, eh? That was something, at least. Thankfully, the girl seemed to be more than receptive to the idea of a potential match. The idea of keeping Halvor continously in the dark as to Rudolf's status continued to strike her as buffoonish, but that was something that would only backfire on the ones who perpetuated the lie.

"I will endeavour to keep both your brother and your intended safe as best I can." She responded calmly to Lene. Though after a moment, a thought came to her. "Before we leave, Lady Lene, a word in private, if you would?" She gestured over towards the edge of the courtyard, well out of hearing of the others.

Without waiting for a response, Izayoi made her way over and awaited for Lene to catch up. When she did, the older woman spoke in a low, calm tone.

"This is likely advice that could be saved for a more permanent agreement in the future, but I may not still be present to give it in that time. Such is the reality of life on the battlefield. Regardless," She continued on, fixing Lene with a stare.

"I was a high lord's retainer for a decade. Regardless of nation, I should think I've seen enough of highborn marriage to understand the realities of it. Neither of you chose this, but should the match be fulfilled, I would implore you to give the boy some grace. He is a good man, and as someone who has been wed before, I can tell that he will at least make his very best attempt to provide a good marriage from his end of things. So long as he is reciprocated in kind, of course. 'Tis all. By your leave, Lady Lene." A quick, curt bow, and Izayoi returned to the Kirins, stubbornly silent as to what she spoke to Lene with.
Oooh, this looks fascinating! Is this potentially open? And if so, am I required to have an intimate knowledge of the Final Fantasy series to fully enjoy this, or is a modest level of understanding of the franchise okay enough?


Not open, sorry.
Lieutenant Aria Dvalin


The sight of so many pills to prop up such a storied man was...distressing to Aria. A reminder that age and time would inevitably catch up to even the most storied of soldiers. Still, Aria pushed that sentiment aside for the moment to focus on the conversation at hand.

He'd seen her dossier. Of course he had. Considering his proximity to court, that also included the issue with House Dvalin, most likely. At the very least, the Baron wasn't commenting on any of that. Good. This wasn't the place for such things, anyhow. That said, she'd be a fool to turn down advice from von Zollern himself, even if it was more than likely negative. Aria wasn't quite so full of herself as to believe that any sort of criticism was unwelcome. That was more Cassian's domain. If she could glean something from this so as to be a more effective soldier, she'd bear whatever sting he had to say.

"I should think you'd hardly need a subordinate's permission to issue advice, Major. By all means, feel free."
Ranbu no Izayoi


This...was not what Izayoi had expected. To her dismay, it seemed their little group's record of unpleasant formal dinners was going unbroken still. She fixed Esben with a hard, unamused stare upon realizing exactly how she'd been seated and why, especially with Galahad. They'd somehow been roped into the southerner equivalent of an omiai, of all the damned things.

At the very least, she wasn't unused to such proceedings. One didn't bodyguard a daimyo for nigh-on a decade without understanding matters of heirs and betrothal. Excluding every other factor, namely their journey and quest taking far more precedence, this was more of a boon than a hindrance to a second, unfavored son such as Rudolf. Perhaps not right now, but should the option remain open, Rudolf would be a fool to simply throw away likely one of his only chances for a decent noble marriage. Esben not opposing the proceedings going on at this moment told her enough.

As such, when she saw Rudolf grin and begin to say something that she knew was going to be idiotic and likely detrimental to the match, Izayoi took it upon herself to drive one of the teeth of her geta into his foot, fixing the boy with a warning stare afterward just to get her point across further. And again, when he started to challenge the insinuation that Istvan Shilage, of all people, would delegate something such as this. Even should it be true, this was not the time.

Regardless, now that Rudolf had said his (least idiotic) piece, Izayoi shared a brief look with Galahad before speaking.

"Lord Halvor, Lady Lene, before we proceed, I will keep this brief. There are extenuating circumstances at play that limit us to only agreeing to a betrothal before anything more binding. Suffice to say, the boy is a skilled and valued man-at-arms in our party, and we would be loathe to agree to a wedding to leave Lady Lene with an empty marriage before departing once more, to say nothing of the fact that we do not have the time for such a thing. Should my words not suffice, know that we have the backing of SEED and the Edrenian royal crown in this matter."

She paused, before speaking once more. This time, a glint could be seen in her eyes to the most observant.

"Regardless, when our quest is finished, rest assured that should we agree upon a betrothal, I will personally ensure that Istvan Shilage gives his full approval to the match."

Istvan Shilage was owed much, after all. The least he could do for throwing his own child out was to account for it.
Lieutenant Aria Dvalin


Performed admirably. Aria schooled her expression to not give any minute detail of her displeasure away, not even a twitch. Standard noble etiquette that she'd been taught a lifetime ago.

Her performance during the battle wasn't good enough. She couldn't end this campaign with anything less than exemplary performance. Without such accolades, she'd never work her way back up to a position where she would have any influence or power whatsoever.

Nevertheless, Aria paid as much attention as she could through the entire debriefing. This being the first action of the campaign, it wasn't surprising that they had nothing workable yet. But hearing that the pirates succeeded, even in part, was distasteful. Better that someone get Cassian's head on straight, even if she no longer had the ability to. But the briefing concluded, and there were no real questions to be asked. With that out of the way, Aria stood, saluted (begrudgingly, to Lucia), and took her leave.

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They were both fortunate that she damn well didn't choke after that slap to the back. After managing to ensure that there wasn't synth protein lodged in her windpipe, Aria took a sip of water and cleared her throat, respectfully waiting for the Baron to finish speaking before making any response.

"Baron von Zollern." She very carefully didn't spare more than a glance down toward his cocktail of pills. At his age, it was of little surprise, especially when it came to an activity as strenuous as piloting. Lucia had already mentioned as such in the debriefing, but this was further proof. Everyone was mortal: even those she regarded as heroes when she was a child.

"No, my lord. That was up to the Prince's decision in the end. Though I would happen to agree with his adjutant's opinion. Please, allow the rest of the lance to bear the burden in your stead." Her carefully-constructed veneer of stoicism faded somewhat, as a complicated, troubled expression crossed her face for a brief moment.

"The rest of us ought earn our flowers as well, rather than rely on you more than we ought to."
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