Raineh Daze

Moonlight and Witch's Work: An anime and JRPG-inspired Witch RP

Lucia Felicia Bellecourt + Juliet

Felicia stuck close to Juliet's side, not having said a word since… hmm, wait, had she even said anything to these people yet? Juliet had handled the introductions after they had been assembled and she hadn't worked closely with any of them before. So… maybe she hadn't said a word to any of them at all.

Not that she expected her particular skillset would lend itself much to an anti-smuggling operation, her familiar was one thing, but if they found themselves reliant on magical barriers then things had gotten… quite out of hand. Even more out of hand than the bit where there was a fey-smuggling operation at all, really; just what sort of people went around smuggling fairies? Beyond being illegal, it was just tasteless, and surely there was no reason to not do it properly, you would have far fewer problems in the long run if you just worked with the fairies…

Juliet, for her part, was actually paying attention to where they were going and their surroundings, while her mistress appeared to be looking mostly at the floor and entirely caught up in her own thoughts. She didn't relish the thought of breaking into a smuggling operation at night, it was still too easy for the smugglers to maybe set up an ambush. Especially with how loud everyone was being, talking and… clanking along, in one case.

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Miina Malina

… really? Just like that, she was gone? That was… okay, Miina hadn't been looking forward to engaging in a knife fight with a specialist, but she wasn't super bad at it or anything, and magic did a lot of bridging! The Mystral stood, tail flicking in annoyance, until Rudolf could join her in trekking through the city towards the fading aetherial pillars. No prizes for guessing who was at the other end there, she supposed.

There was one detour the redhead forced into their path after confirming that she was unharmed and that whoever-it-was had been pretending to be Alambert – picking up that last bottle she had been saving for later, fortuitously stashed away far enough from the warehouse to be unaffected by anything sent flying by the explosion. Or caught up in the whole accidental fire that resulted. The contents only barely lasted the length of the journey.

Once assembled with the other Kirins, Miina's initial report was considerably brief: "F-Found Alambert. He was selling out to V-Valheim, so I tried to k-kill him, but it was actually some… L-Low Key woman that had replaced him? Exploded the warehouse to try and g-g-get away."

What else? Oh, right. "V-Valheim will be here in a few hours. Wake me up th-then."

Yeah, getting some sleep in sounded nice. Any flat surface would do.

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Miina Malina

Ah, damn it, couldn't these people have the good sense to just burn to death in the exploding warehouse? Or at least fall unconscious, or be distracted by the burns, or something! What was the good of setting up a big explosion if everyone was left standing afterwards? She'd have to go ask Elly for pointers.

Of course, that would require surviving. At least that was made easier by everyone loudly talking about their plans – and thank you, small little healing, for making sure that ringing went away – but now Rudolf was here. So… just running was probably out of the picture, Miina didn't want to have to explain to everyone else why she had left him to be stabbed to death by whoever-it-was in a building she had set on fire.

And he was nice enough. Even if he was weird and carried around a sword he had no plans to use.

Flinging herself out of the way of the first brace of knives, the Mystral hastily pushed herself off of all fours and ready to meet the foreign woman blade-to-blade—

Well, nearly.

"Haste. Protect. Blink," Aaaaah, this was going to suck; she probably only had one more spell in her. This was what she got for using magic all day to keep up with the constant drinking. And then going in for a OHKO. And then blowing a building up.

Okay, so Miina had done quite a lot, all told, the real problem was showing up dressed to… not blend in, but not really be out of place. This would have to compensate for armour – and thank you, again, Rudolf, for buying the moments needed – and only having a knife for now. Hopefully, Rudolf would finish with the others or something fast, so Miina could either get an opportunity… or flee…

Or maybe whoever this was would just get bored. Sounded like her plan was toast if everyone else was dead, whatever it was.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

“I am two hundred years older than you,” Tyaethe said slowly, even swapping back to Veltish as if that might help with comprehension. Grounding her? How did Fionn really hope to do that? Grounding required some notion of… well, going out. Doing things. Neither of which, as a rule, the vampire tended to do all that much.

… also he couldn't actually enforce anything and the only way she wasn't his senior was the physical.

Her reaction to the blood being thrust in her face was considerably… hungrier than normal, locking onto it with a frighteningly intense expression until she turned away, focusing instead on watching what the Nithyr were up to. “Maybe ask me… later. When there aren't enemies.”

Even if the number that posed a threat had dwindled to one or two. And she had faith in the knights. Still, waiting until things were calmer couldn't hurt.

@The Otter

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Being spun round in the middle of a battlefield nearly ended very poorly, the vampire grabbing the offending limb and nearly squeezing it to breaking point before she realised who it was. Poor awareness, maybe, but it wasn't like the remaining fey were clamouring to run through the spots of fire… or that she could hear something comparatively quiet over the sound of crackling flames and her own laughter.

Fortunately for Fionn, the fire lapping away from where it stuck to her skin was merely ticklish rather than all consuming. This didn't stop her from trying to glare a hole into his head. "Don't do that."

“I could, but whether I should isn't my choi—” the vampire cut off, frowning and focusing on the fire, muttering to herself in Ithillane, “_{‘I never asked you to, Yaya’, ‘This was your decision, you can end it,’ What am I meant to think when you make it burn? You don't need to communicate through fire sounds.}"

Letting go and waving her hand, the golden flames on her person cut off entirely, leaving only a perimeter burning to keep the Hunt from getting ideas. Not that she expected they would; without their leader, they ought to break into a rout any second now, once the last few notable presences were dead…

Despite none of Rozenalt's injuries sticking, Tyaethe looked quite the sight: her dress was basically a few singed scraps clinging to modesty, and the burns from the flame hadn't entirely healed, leaving a nasty pattern of burn scars winding from her stomach to her throat, and entirely down the one arm that had held the Bloody Lord in place. "Ah, these are going to take weeks to heal properly… well, it was fun all the same~"

At least her alarming cheer bounced back quickly. "Did you have fun?"

@The Otter

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Miina Malina

... What? Alambert was definitely a guy, wasn't he? Not some blonde woman who was... after some Lambert? Or was that another Lambert? Seed? Where would she even have kept a seed, she didn't have all that much on her. For a long second, the redhead just gave everyone still standing in the warehouse a blank stare as if trying to weigh up the odds of actually getting an explanation, then discarded it. Someone doing a clandestine meeting would just want to dispose of the awkward interference anyway.

So, back to her original escape plan, as it didn't seem to matter whether everyone died or not now; Alambert was already out of the picture. She just needed to kick the flour up.

Maybe she could have done it with black magic alone. The Mystrel was aware that she really ought to push herself more on pure casting... but now wasn't the time to experiment, was it? Especially as she wanted as much flour hanging in the air as possible, as far as possible.

Black magic for wind, white magic for haste. Hold them separated, balance the forces -- and let the thin shell of spinning wind she had created grow into a mightier vortex. Would it knock over some of the mercenaries? Just imbalance them? Or would they ignore it? Miina had no idea; they certainly seemed on the competent end. But they weren't the important ones here: no, it was the loose flour from old shipments, and the sacks and casks it was packed into, ready to be distributed across Brightlam after being milled outside.

It was nowhere near as intense as the hurricane that Izayoi had demonstrated, nor as long lasting, but it didn't need to be. A brief and horrendous gale was enough to whip a fine screen of powder into the air. Maybe enough of a smokescreen for Miina to sneak out on her own but...

Back in Costa del Sol, she had learned a few things about goods storage and where to be careful, especially when you were tempted to throw around fire. Powders? They burned shockingly well. With the entire air mixed well like this...

It wasn't a big fire. It didn't need to be. The flour mix in the air did the rest -- erupting into an entire conflagration that consumed the room. Maybe sshe might even get lucky and catch some of the enemies. Buffing herself to be fire resistant had nearly been an afterthought.

... She would need to fix her hearing properly once she could get out. That was loud, remember it. Or maybe it was the lack of air leaving her light-headed?

The redhead made a break for the door, hoping to get out in the confusion and not get trapped in a flaming warehouse.

Moonlight and Witch's Work: An anime and JRPG-inspired Witch RP

Lucia Felicia Bellecourt + Juliet

• Name: Lucia Felicia Bellecourt. She goes by the second name publicly to avoid confusion with her more famous relative, but prefers to use the first (or variations such as Lucy) with relatives.
• Age: 17
• Gender: Female
• Appearance

  Astonishingly short, topping out at 4’9. She seems happy about it, all things considered, and only slightly put out by being mistaken for someone younger than she is.
  Not that it's hard to get confused: under the fancy dresses, there's barely anything of her, and she's about as out of shape as you can get. Very easy to pick up and run with if something happens, though.
  She has a lot of fancy clothes, but sticks to the (relatively) downplayed black ensemble for labyrinth exploration.
  
• Personality: Shy to a worrying degree, which is why she’s been pushed into the Moon Circle Society, and pretty much hopeless at talking to strangers without support. On the plus side, she’s gradually getting better about this! Even if it's rare for her to make it through an entire conversation without trailing off into awkward silence -- it is, in the end, an ongoing process.
  Beyond the shyness, she really does have an unusually fervent interest in magical theory and the why of how spells work, so it’s not too hard to find something she’s willing to talk about if she's used to you. Or rabbits, she definitely likes rabbits – just not when it comes to talking about eating them, or using them for fur, or… she likes living rabbits.
  Felicia wouldn’t want to go down into a dangerous labyrinth if it was empty, but, but… look at all the unknown magical things there are too learn! It’s worth it, right? If you can learn or do something new magically, it’s worth the risk, in her mind. She has a bad habit of extending this to trying spells or rituals, since it worked out the first time…
  Possibly the one exception to her interest in magical theory is why magic comes more naturally to women, due to those researching such things being quite... aggressive in trying to secure co-operation.
• Abilities: It would be fair to describe Felicia as a generational talent on a raw magical level, with an aptitude for spellcasting and depth of mana that promises great things... if she didn't have about three years of non-theory magical education under her belt and less than two of actively spellcasting.
  In terms of actual abilities, Felicia has learned enough evocation to create a familiar -- and only that much evocation as her one dip into the subject -- and a rudimentary introduction to white magic, specifically in terms of applying physical buffs, casting protective spells, and accelerating existing magical healing. The protections are more broadly useful -- the small girl has displayed a good head for casting targeted, specific defences rather than relying on an overwhelmingly powerful total barrier; the buffs and oddly specific healing are things that she learned exclusively for the benefit of her familiar, although there's always a chance that her fellow witches might make use of them.
• Skills: Felicia generally lacks skills that would be actively useful when exploring a labyrinth or hunting down a magical murderer except for practice at navigating a library in order to research something. She's got an exceptionally solid mundane education and is well versed in high society manners, she's just too poorly socialised to actively apply the latter.
  She can also take care of rabbits, which is not something that's often useful.
• Equipment: While her equipment is as minimal as any witch might expect, nobody is ever going to say that the quality is poor or the end result prioritises form over function: both wand and broom might be slightly more ornate than really warranted for basic gear, it's not ostentatious. They seem to be very well cared for hand-me-downs, from the wear on them.
  Of course, it could be said that Felicia's main equipment is actually her familiar, as a familiar is ultimately a low-grade spirit bound into the body of a living animal to derive both its personality and ultimate form, then substantially sustained by the caster's mana. She would be quite upset at treating her best friend/pet/surrogate big sister like a glorified tool, though.
• Brief Backstory: Felicia was born to a prestigious, well-storied family: her aunt is none other than the current head of the Moon Circle Society, her mother a high-ranking witch with her own reputation, and while her father lacks much in the way of magical education, he too comes from a strongly magical family and instead enjoys a comfortable position amongst the landed gentry. With such a background, it would be expected that she grew up under the weight of expectation, or pushed to magical excellence... save for the minor quirk of being born, so far as anyone else was concerned, a boy and positioned to inherit from her father and follow him into a life of occasional management and social pursuits. There was still a slight disappointment that her mother didn't have an heir, but there was always the next time...
  Quite obviously, Felicia didn't take after her father at all, and attached herself at the hip to her mother instead, spending far too much of her childhood surrounded by magic as a consequence and freely looking through resources that were generally only of use to those with magical training: theory texts, research, and such. Amongst her peers, Felicia never really fit in -- not a future witch like those she saw most often, but lacking anything she held in common with the boys.
  The young girl's closest friend ended up being a rabbit that was destined for some magical ritual or another, the huge, docile bunny being something that she fell in love with at first sight, and something that her parents didn't have the heart to deny given it was at least something to keep her company. The problem she eventually faced was that Juliet was hardly a baby even then and was only growing older. There was magic that could directly address it, no doubt -- her aunt, for one, was centuries old without ageing a day in the meantime -- and perhaps even something available without the magic yourself... which nobody would buy for a pet rabbit, no matter how indulgent. Even if her pedigree granted Felicia some guarantee of magical skill, replicating such a feat was definitely beyond her. But a familiar... familiars were common in all sorts of theory texts, particularly for their use in multi-caster setups, and she knew enough of the details to know it would be a solution. She just had to sneak into areas actually restricted to her, get the books, get the components...
  Juliet's continued existence attests to Felicia's success, but she got in a lot of trouble -- including from her new familiar -- for not just doing magic without telling anyone, but doing something as risky as spirit summoning. That was the only time Felicia had really acted out, however, and given her lack of friends, she wasn't punished in a way that would have deprived her of Juliet.
  Adolescence started badly. Very badly, particularly with increased expectations for proper behaviour, going from just shy to practically agoraphobic and notably more disobedient, for no reason that she could ever clearly articulate to her parents, or even clearly herself. It got to the point that the only person she was actually talking with was, unsurprisingly, Juliet, and even then...
  It was Juliet that went for the drastic approach, picking her creator up and taking the direct route: go to Felicia's aunt and see if she could address whatever was making the girl so miserable. Or at least get it out of her -- while Juliet might have been Felicia's closest confidant, it wasn't quite to the level of hero worship her aunt got.
  Making sense of Felicia's problems wasn't exactly immediate, but at least the solution -- when presented to such a powerful witch -- was relatively so. Certainly quicker than puberty itself had been, although it took quite a while for Felicia to catch up fully on her manners, not to mention a crash course in the magical education she should have received until then, with the extra wrinkle of her own ability to manipulate mana being initially quite unstable. She took her aunt's name in gratitude for her actions, of course.
  Unfortunately, these changes had the downside of both inspiring massive society gossip -- something that still hasn't died down in certain quarters -- about how eager the Bellecourt were for a magical heir to do it this way... and making Felicia a magnet for researchers who wanted to know why men and women have different magical talents. Is it physical? Spiritual? Consensus currently suggests that both play a role, but that only made someone like her all the more appealing...
  Out of concern this would drive Felicia to practically being a recluse again, and still having no friends of a similar age, she was inducted into the Moon Circle Society mostly for the social benefits despite her age and limited skillset -- although Felicia has so far seemed determined to do her best all the same.

• Name: Juliet
• Age: 15, although she looks like an adult and has for the last 7 years. She could also be considered 7 years old, depending how you want to think about it.
• Gender: Female
• Appearance

  At 6'4, Juliet is... tall, to say the least, but perhaps this isn't surprising when her original breed is a Refnian Giant and her rabbit form outsizes some small dogs without really trying.
  Her wardrobe is nothing but variations on the same outfit, tailored perhaps just a little too tight -- at best, with the jacket off, her wiry muscle is easily visible. At worst, she can rip things by flexing too much.
  
  Rabbit version:
  
• Personality: Juliet has an extremely bad case of resting bitch face: the familiar almost always defaults to looking stern and displeased, unless she's actually smiling, but when you get to know her, she's an extremely easy-tempered and approachable girl, serving as a bastion of calmness in all but extreme situations, which is particularly useful when Felicia defaults to jittery and easily unsettled. Of course, like anyone, she has her weak spots. For one, she's scared of dogs, despite them not actually presenting a threat to her now, and will comically try to hide behind Felicia if they have to go near one. Secondly, talking about eating rabbits, or, worse, trying to feed her any, is about as big of a faux pas as you would expect. But the most consistent, of course, is that Juliet is enormously protective of her silly mistress.
  She tries not to be coddling, and is fully on board with all ongoing attempts to make Felicia actually socialise, but actual malice or being too pushy is a good way to get straight onto her bad side. She also doesn't appreciate anything that might make them have to split up, even temporarily.
  Juliet prefers her humanoid body nowadays, but she's happy to go back to being a rabbit where it's needed, or when it's comforting.
• Abilities: Juliet has no specific abilities of her own, per se; she doesn't have anything in the way of spells or independent magic. What she does have is the normal set of familiar talents: she can transform back into her original animal form, without the ravages of age; she can assist Felicia in any rituals that might need a second caster due to absolute mana compatibility; and she has her own slow regenerative ability that her mistress can massively amplify with her magic. She also benefits from exceptional compatibility when it comes to buffing magic – it's essentially no harder for Felicia to cast spells on Juliet than herself, although this is a minor benefit as it isn't that big a challenge.
• Skills: While Felicia was off learning how to be a witch, and even somewhat before that when she was expected to merely learn how to manage money, Juliet was being instructed in how to fight. Protecting her mistress has, after all, been her primary duty for her entire sapient existence. Although she has some limited skill with weapons, once Felicia started to focus on enhancement spells, Juliet's attention turned to using her body as a weapon… mostly her legs, given that she still is a rabbit. Her general alertness and senses are also far above her charge's, and she has no difficulty just picking the girl up and running when needed.
• Equipment: Although Felicia has flirted with having a custom Witch Arm made, magical enhancement has served to be sufficient so far, and any designs are quite literally still on the drawing board. Some practitioners would say that Juliet is the equipment.
• Brief Backstory: See above.
• Note: Exclusively refers to Felicia as 'mistress' in public, or Lucy in private. She never calls her Felicia, even indirectly – the closest would be giving the girl's full name.

Moonlight and Witch's Work: An anime and JRPG-inspired Witch RP

Lucia Felicia Bellecourt + Juliet

• Name: Lucia Felicia Bellecourt. She goes by the second name publicly.
• Age: 17
• Gender: Female
• Appearance

  Astonishingly short, topping out at 4’9. She seems happy about it.
  
• Personality: Shy to a worrying degree, which is why she’s been pushed into the Moon Circle Society, and pretty much hopeless at talking to strangers without support. On the plus side, she’s gradually getting better about this! Even if Felicia would much rather leave it to other people, the small witch is gradually learning.
  Beyond the shyness, she really does have an unusually fervent interest in magical theory and the why of how spells work, so it’s not too hard to find something she’s willing to talk about. Or rabbits, she definitely likes rabbits – just not when it comes to talking about eating them, or using them for fur, or… she likes living rabbits.
  Felicia wouldn’t want to go down into a dangerous labyrinth if it was empty, but, but… look at all the unknown magical things there are too learn! It’s worth it, right? If you can learn or do something new magically, it’s worth the risk, in her mind. She has a bad habit of extending this to trying spells or rituals, since it worked out the first time…
• Abilities: Aside from knowing enough evocation to create a familiar, Felicia has otherwise only learned basic white magic, although she’s a particularly deft hand at casting more specific protections in time rather than relying on a more powerful barrier to tank everything. She prefers to buff other people, particularly her familiar, rather than herself. What would she even do with that?
  She’s surprisingly gifted when it comes down to it, since she hasn’t been learning magic since childhood; only the past few years. Even intellectual familiarity doesn’t fully account for it.
• Skills: Good at reading. Very good at finding things in libraries. Can take care of small animals.
• Equipment: Aside from the basics, Felicia has her familiar – an animal imbued with a low-grade spirit through a ritual and transformed into something more, sustained by her mana.
• Brief Backstory: Felicia was born to a prestigious family amongst magical society – her aunt is none less than the current head of the Moon Circle Society. It might be expected that this would lead to growing up crushed under the weight of expectations, or pushed to achieve feats of magical excellence early… but nobody really expected that of a boy. There was just a quiet, unmentioned disappointment from her parents.
  This didn’t mean she grew up any less surrounded by magic, of course, free to look at many resources that might otherwise be completely forbidden to anyone without the necessary training. It gave her something to escape into, as she never quite got the hang of making friends. The closest she had was a rabbit given as a pet, taken from those needed for other magical purposes.
  But rabbits get old fast. Now, maybe there might be a way to directly reverse or extend this – after all, Felicia’s aunt is centuries old – but that wouldn’t be possible to do at all with no magical practice, plus the likely difficulty with any attunement, even considering that her family background still all but guaranteed some ability. But with all these books… well, Felicia knew familiars were a thing, so if she could find the spells and rituals to create one of those…
  Juliet is grateful she investigated so obsessively, even if she’s berated Felicia no end of times for unsupervised evocation in the years since.
  Adolescence was initially not very fun, to say the least, particularly given Felicia’s shyness and unwillingness to talk to anyone. Except, naturally, Juliet… who was the one to eventually say to hell with propriety and just drag the poor girl to her aunt until she told someone that wasn’t a supernaturally imbued pet rabbit.
  That helped. She even took her aunt’s name in gratitude, although it would be… confusing to use it publicly.
  Unfortunately, it was also the sort of thing that tends to make big news in society circles, and it still surfaces now and then – particularly to accuse the Bellecourt family as a whole of treating their family as simply a source of magical talent and resource rather than considering Felicia’s well-being, quite literally getting things backwards.
  She’s basically been pushed to join the Moon Circle Society as an active member so she’ll actually have to talk to people.

• Name: Juliet
• Age: 10 (Looks like an adult, she IS a rabbit)
• Gender: Female
• Appearance

  6’4. Well, she’s a Refnian Giant, so the size carried over…
  
  Or, well:
  
• Personality: Despite her stern and dour demeanour, Juliet’s actually perfectly approachable and relaxed to be around, she just has an extremely bad case of resting bitch face. This is good, because she’s usually the one doing introductions and such where Felicia is concerned, as much as it would be better for the witch to do it herself.
  Just… don’t hurt her mistress. Or be mean to her in general. She’s very protective.
• Abilities: Standard familiar things, really: she can turn between being a rabbit or her more human appearance on demand, where a second caster is required she can assist Felicia… plus, given time, she would regenerate damage even without healing.
• Skills: She’s learned to fight, in order to protect her rather silly Mistress who simply won’t learn how to make use of her own enhancements. Perhaps because she was a rabbit, Juliet really likes kicking.
• Equipment: She is the equipment. Felicia’s flirted with getting a specialised Witch Arm made, but her own enhancements have done for now.
• Brief Backstory: See above.
• Note: Will call Felicia Mistress in public, but Lucia in private. Why? A mystery~

Moonlight and Witch's Work: An anime and JRPG-inspired Witch RP

I am nearly done, probably!

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Miina Malina

"Don't kill the Grovemasters, Miina"; "it's going to destabilise things, Miina"… see? You just made it an assassination plot from the start, it massively simplified everything. Hm, maybe she wouldn't have spent the entire day in bars if that was the case… it possibly wasn't an entire loss, then. Still, the end goal was exactly what the Mystrel had wanted to do in the first place.

As for her entry into the warehouse, it was naturally through the roof. The warehouses were even conveniently open at the top! Well, not open-open, but really, windows? You might as well have left an open door up here, especially when everybody was making so much noise down there… it made it really easy to find a good point in the rafters to listen and, perhaps, make an entrance from.

Or, in this case, consider assassination from.

At least she had left the extra drinks outside. If things looked good, she could have gone back and fetched them but now… well, it would be nice to have something for when she was done in here. Hmm, what was this warehouse even storing? Grain? Oh, cleaning up here would be even easier, there was just the minor issue of… Adalbert? Albert? Alembic? That Grovemaster, first.

Now, she had on her person a knife and not much else, and she wanted to make sure this man died and didn't have chance to heal. Miina didn't have huge, destructive magic on call, certainly not faster than an elite White Mage… but she could, with certainty, kill a single man. It was just a shame it wasn't Isolde she was getting to use this on. Hmm, and had she ever shown the other Kirins this trick? Maybe as an exercise in control, but the redhead was a bit disappointed to not get to show off.

Frost gleaming on her blade, Miina rolled off the rafter, plummeting towards Alambert without warning. Compared to a certain rabbit's controlled dive, it could be considered more of a loose drop, but that made it no less deadly when she had been watching from above. Besides which, the cat didn't need nearly as much of a solid strike as the rabbit.

Oh, a good stab would make it much easier, faster, and quicker. A tiny little nick mightn't even be enough. But most everything in between? This tiny seed of ice magic was enough to start freezing blood on contract, which would freeze more blood and tissue, and so on and so forth in a beautiful controlled flower…

Just one that tended to leave not much of a torso left. She hoped that not being able to breathe, talk, or… well, not having a beating heart would stop such things as "casting healing magic".