Raineh Daze

Sword and Dungeon: An Adventurer's Guild-based Fantasy RP

Corinne

"Knock anything...?" Corinne looked at the elf, then down at herself, and seemed to spend an age before putting two and two together to notice how perilously close her bust had come to knocking over the still-open wine bottle. What a waste that would have been... it was still far too full to risk spilling! "Thank you!"

Carefully moving the bottle aside, and sparing her glass the same fate, the Hundi took a long drink before tilting her head quizzically, "Half-elf? Why would you... oh, because I speak Elvish properly!"

"I'm not part elf, at least not in any recent generation," she shook her head very enthusiastically, "Mum's just one of the forest people. When I was little, she wasn't very good at Ithillane, so we always spoke this instead. She's still pretty bad, but Lili doesn't know Elvish any better than the girls yet..."

Familial rambling aside, at least the answer was clear. While the majority of Hundi lived within the major human kingdoms, there was a distinct minority that had found themselves living amongst the wood elves instead – just as prone to flights of romantic combat, but distinctly less likely to marry out and live elsewhere, to the point that most dismissed it as just another tall tale.

Of course, they were distinctly less secretive to a wood elf. Or half wood elf, as the case may be.

@The Otter

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Liliane

Abigail had barely sat down before the white-haired Hundi was at her shoulder, eyes narrowed in concentration as she read over the listings with abundant caution.

"Some of these are absurd... even if there were a dragon, it would never be posted openly," she snorted, dismissing the entire idea. She suspected that it was a way to arrange something under the table, and if the wrong people actually picked it up... well, they could chase dragons that didn't exist for their troubles.

Or maybe it was one of those that only warranted the occasional talking to, not a serious attempt at slaying. Not her problem.

"Would you mind if we moved to one of the tables? I fear leaving my wife alone..." Although, she did just seem to be happily chattering away for once. That was surprising, drunk or not.

@Eisenhorn

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Miina Malina

There was the catch. Another one of Valheim's commanders, and this one essentially a mirror to Rudolf at that. Of course they couldn't just kill the soldiers and put a stop to it. No, instead there was another obstacle. Not that one man should stand up to seven of them, but...

Being a mirror to Rudolf, he even picked the same trick but the red mage was pleased to see that. Quickly sheathing her sword, Miina dropped down to all three working limbs and rode out the shaking ground. Now, while she was still hidden by the rest of the team and the pile of bodies: "Invis, Silence."

Once again, not what the latter was meant to do, but that was besides the point. All Miina needed to do was stay undetected long enough to get around their enemy and achieve their real goal while stopping his. She'd leave the fighting to everyone else, and hopefully someone would notice what she was trying and provide a distraction so Garland didn't have time to think hard about the small disappearing figure.

Now – go!

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Miina Malina

One day she was going to be surprised that the Valheimr troops had beaten them somewhere but… maybe not until they went to Edren? That hadn't fallen yet and wasn't as inherently open as her home. Besides, this was kind of the entire reason that they were down in Skael right now, so…

As Rudolf brought the front lines crashing down, Miina raised the sword-catalyst in her working arm, the first spell already lazily spilling from her lips: "Thundara."

The pain from before had faded to a dull tingle, barely a reminder that she was even doing anything, and with the modifications to the sword it was easier than ever. Tripping over themselves, there was no way they could avoid the lightning crackling across their armour, digging in and shocking them. She could just cast again, and again–

"Th–"

But the small redhead cut herself off, concern running through her, tingling more than the echo of the first spell ever did. Should she, though? Could she let herself get carried away just because their opposition was so obviously weak? Last time she had, and Ellie had been shot in the back for their troubles. Last time, she got so absorbed in healing to the best of her abilities that she wasn't able to step in with the Behemoth until it was too late.

No, no, one would do. And wait. Watch. If she got caught up in the ease and flow of casting, got forced to do something drastic again… what was next? Her other arm? Or would she just burn away from the inside?

Sword and Dungeon: An Adventurer's Guild-based Fantasy RP

Corinne

The mage blinked in confusion as someone addressed her in Estivalian. That was... if she was speaking Ithillane – and she normally did by this point, the language just came much easier when she was drunk – then why had they not responded in kind?

It took a few moments before the dots connected in the Hundi's head. Oooooh, it was probably a matter of understanding vs speaking it. That would make sense, they were very different and unrelated languages, someone could easily have a good enough understanding to follow but want to speak something more familiar. But it would be rude if she didn't swap over herself, and her accent could be really strong sometimes, it was embarrassing...

Though the newcomer was obviously an elf and that solved everything! Maman might be the Duchess of Tiffauges but Ammë still wasn't entirely comfortable, even after twenty years of marriage. Corinne had gotten all the practice she could ever need with Elvish, so swapping to that would take no effort at all. Actually, maybe it was her first one... she would need to ask and see if they remembered, she thought that the switch to mostly talking in Ithillane had come when she started proper lessons.

"Aww... well, I guess..." she turned to try and tell. Liliane... and could only pout at empty space. When had she gotten away? Her wife was so sneaky.

"New hires?" Turning back to the elf, she tilted her head to try and make sense of it. The guild didn't really have hires, and it wasn't like there had been a super notable joiner for months. Nobody that skipped all the low ranks. "No, this celebration is mine!"

She puffed her chest out proudly, "Lili said we can start doing proper missions now!"

It was, true to the mate's assessment, perfectly fluent Elvish. What was stranger – from Calben's perspective – was that it wasn't the neutral scholarly speech most learned, or some affected social standing from across the veil. It was the common dialect used by the wood elves, without the slightest trace of any discrepancy...

Except that there was no way the busty Hundi was an elf, obviously.

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Liliane

"Are any of you planning to take jobs? If not, please let the rest of us at the board," a faintly Ithillin-accented voice requested, coming from... well, not much higher than Rylia, in honesty, and in line with the Ingvarr woman.

Liliane already looked slightly annoyed, one hand resting on her hip, almost within reach of one of her daggers. She could have reached the board fine – even Hylia wasn't much of an obstacle – but clambering over people just to grab some of the postings was absurd.

Fate/Illuminate Histoire

Caster

The other blonde puffed up at the praise, before tilting her head quizzically and staring at her Master. "Are you sure it would be appropriate for one such as myself to be making religious garments, Master? Such clothing is not a product of my time, yet…"

She trailed off. It wasn't that she couldn't – and the challenge of bending it to her interests without straying so far beyond the bounds of what was required that her Master would reject it was interesting – but it still seemed strange to invite her of all people to create Christian garments. It was still strange enough that her Master had summoned her, but to ask her to take a hand in things that she had opposed in life? Peculiar.

Of course, there was no time to wait for a response – with choice left to her, she began to strip on the spot. While the schoolgirl outfit was interesting… yes, she would take the kimono. It was predominantly red, and that was her colour. And while it was thoroughly altered towards modern sensibilities, it was still classical enough that it would aid her ruse, whereas the uniform might invite further questions.

Despite the lack of familiarity, she was dressed in almost no time at all, touching up the bun in her hair to fit the required aesthetic a little further. She had some… ahah! Yes, that would do. Not the same as her favoured ribbon, but this would hold it in place quite well.

"So, Master, what do you think? It suits me, no?" Of course, having changed in front of Lucia, the enchantments wouldn't affect her.

Sword and Dungeon: An Adventurer's Guild-based Fantasy RP

Magnus

The Ingvarr's booming laugh was as close to deafening as always, the massive adventurer not even trying to argue the point. As much as it was posed as a joke, he was well known for taking advantage of the Guild's willingness to rent out rooms to any adventurer happy to pay for it. You might find cheaper elsewhere, but at least with the guild, you didn't have to worry about being kicked out or even finding the place.

The man took another swig before replying, scratching his beard, "It seems Liliane has finally said the little lady can do proper missions."

The majority of adventurers had some experience with the safe missions copper rank adventurers would take on their own. Local pest control, or sometimes even basic labour if someone was in that much of a rush. They weren't glamorous, but if you couldn't prove your skills as obviously too advanced and jump ahead straight away, it was the best you were going to get. Even then, a newcomer would find themselves under probation for a while, accompanied to make sure they actually did the job properly.

And, to a man, everyone hated those jobs. No wonder it had been deemed cause for a celebration – especially when your skill set just didn't lean towards the small things.

@Eisenhorn

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Fiadh

"I don't like the sound of that," Fiadh replied, sounding disconcertingly upbeat for the topic, "I guess I'll have to put some work into it, won't I? It seems like something that might take a lot of thinking…"

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The Royal Box

"I m-meant play with me…" Maletha said, peeking out from behind Elisandre long enough to clarify for Gertrude's benefit before hiding again.

Fortunately for Tyaethe's ego – at least for the immediate time being – the witch's promise of story time attracted the older princess's attention immediately. "Oh, yes, they rode out to attend to Duke Thedric, did they not? I had heard there was some trouble but I never imagined it might be the sort of thing the knights could help with. Please, tell us everything!"

With that, everyone except the paladins and Gretchen had moved to be seated, with Enrich's gaze remaining firmly on the tournament preparations outside. Haizea seemed to be all but vibrating in place, seeing nothing odd in the vampire stoically accepting the patting from someone that she had so little direct interaction with.

"No, I don't imagine I'll need much help. If I seem too distracted and Haizea is trying to sneak out, shout. She is not allowed to take part." The hundi visibly pouted again, before brightening.

"Do you know more about the knights taking part? I tried asking Yaya, but she just said ‘they seem like they'll do well this year’, and that's so little. How can you have fun predicting the brackets without information? I only know a little of Fleuri, and he's been out of tournaments for ages."

@Octo@The Otter

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Miina Malina

The rest of the meal was rather more to Miina's tastes – at the least, it had things she could more readily identify than the ingredients in a bloody soup – and contributing to the stories wasn't too bad… although, she was sure she'd received more than a few odd looks on giving up entirely on the cutlery that had been provided and just using her good hand. Honestly, what was she expected to do? It wasn't like they were serving anything right out of a fire, too, and she had high heat tolerance…

She didn't remember the end all too well, though. They were keeping Rudolf, she was pretty sure, but there had been a lot of wine and she didn't want to pass it up. This stuff was nice, nothing like the rotgut that she'd grabbed before the invasion of Brightlam.

… which meant she had a splitting headache when they were setting off, of course. Chisato at least was quiet, so getting ready for the trip was fine, but now they were gathering she was just trying to stay a bit apart, make the noise and hubbub a bit more distant. She had everything she needed, anyway. The sword was transformed, obviously, but she'd finally acceded to a rudimentary sling – she hadn't meant to knock over a vase last night, but it was a good idea.

It would also reduce the amount of awkwardly asking strangers to help her with mundane tasks. That was nice.

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Miina

… was she supposed to know what that was? She didn't know what any of the things here were called, beyond maybe identifying what some of them were called. And was ‘I don't know’ an acceptable answer? It wasn't like she was trying to be timid or anything, either – he was obviously needing to pay attention to whether this marriage was going to be arranged or whatever was going on – and the stutter never went away.

"Yes?" the redhead eventually settled on, looking cautiously as the soup was finally delivered to its appointed place. At least this only needed a spoon, that was about as easy as you could get for eating, and…

Ah, garlic. Seemingly nothing but garlic, as far as her tastebuds were willing to tell her, and that… right, she could pretend to like it. Just don't show much expression at all, easy, and echo Chisato a little, even though she was there for that whole mess…

"At least he d-d-didn't need rescuing…"

Unlike the spy. And Eve.

Really, the fact none of them had actually drowned was still impressive.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Fiadh

The fairy cocked her head, frowning. "Why…? You're not planning on doing it soon, are you, darling? We only just met again, after all."

Her tone was almost accusatory, the niyar going unusually still in the tree as she examined Fionn for any sign of incipient perishing but, seeing nothing, she started idly kicking her feet. "Hmm… I've never really thought about it? I can always work it out afterwards, if I need to, there's so much time for me to play with. Trees are known for their patience, you know?"

@The Otter