Rune_Alchemist

Botanist And Bards

~Isabella~

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Gracie's voice had completely startled Isabella, making the princess jump backwards slightly in surprise. She hadn't heard her friend and maid approach in the slightest. Something she needed to talk about? Isabella looked down towards the sword she was clutching tightly to her body. In hindsight she had probably should have gotten the sheathe it was being carried in too...or at least whatever was being used to carry it on her back. Maybe Mervyn would have one? Asking would be a little...difficult, though.

Right, Gracie.

Isabella looked back up to the older maid.

"U-uhm..." Right...how should she explain that they should find shelter? The sky was absolutely clear, wasn't it? A quick look towards the treetops to confirm before frowning slightly. "Shelter...storm soon." Gracie would believe her, right? She was the only one here the princess really felt close too. Not that she didn't like everyone else, but Gracie was decidedly much different.

Botanist And Bards

~Isabella~

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Highstorm? She had no idea what that was. They had only been in the region for what...a few days at most? It sounded serious judging from the swords tone, at least. That however, sounded like common knowledge everyone should know about...and asking a talking sword about it just seemed absolutely silly. She turned her head towards the guards and Valora, who were all talking loudly about how to bury the man in question. She should ask them to make a shelter then.

...but they looked like they were having fun? She didn't want to impose...

She clutched the sword tighter, unsure of what to do. She knew that she could just order them around with a single word, but she never liked doing so. The voice of the other carriage stopping behind her caught her attention as the older blacksmith and commoner stopped behind them. Sounded like they were arguing about something. But she had to tell someone at least, didn't she? She cast a glance over to Kinsey and Edith.

...it was difficult to approach them when they were already doing their own thing.

St. Sappho Academy, Medieval Magic Academy (Invite Only)

~Ritsa~

"Ehe, prettier." Ritsa said hugging the girl again before releasing the redhead and standing up, retrieving the robe. What do now, though? Ritsa frowned momentarily as she tried to think of something else to do. Well...it was simple, obviously! "You're it!~" With a giggle, Ritsa gave Fia a wide grin before zooming off in a random direction intent on not letting the other girl catch her.

~Fox~

The fox growled slightly at Selvina's 'joke'. Just like the curse wasn't funny to the mage, such a thing was not funny to her. Double standards? Oh, definitely, but she wasn't one to really care at all. As the mage continued though, the Fox simply had to sigh at the absurdity of it all. She 'Should' learn how to be a glorified pet? No. She refused. Not again. At least she let the mage finish speaking before she replied, however.

"Oh? I must be physically close to someone I don't like? That is absolutely ridiculous." She scoffed. "And you would be correct. Just because I look like an animal in part does not mean I automatically like being 'pet'. It's degrading when done so casually you ignorant human. But why should I have to 'learn' to do anything, hm? It is not even in my natural skill set. I was trained in both curses and combat to serve someone whose name I won't even mention, and I refuse to degrade myself to do such things." She scoffed again as she continued.

"And trust? Has this one done anything to earn this humans mistrust?" The fox snarled. "Or have you forgot this one helped you avoid further punishment and humiliation from that thing that calls itself 'headmistress'? That I did as you asked and brought that other girl you obviously were ogling to you, hm? Even though I was curious I refrained from eavesdropping? Why should you not trust me? because I doodled a harmless joke onto your face that you could just wash off? Because of a -mostly- harmless prank that you ended up getting a little shocked? I found both of those things to be quite hilarious, you know. But I suppose my humorless, small-minded master wouldn't like it." The fox sauntered off, having said her piece and hopping back up onto the windowsill.

"...and make no mistake, human. No matter what happens you will never be 'family'"

~Miren~

"That's...that's not good, Eith!" Miren frowned. That sounded bad. Really bad. Her little bunny senses were tingling. She had a good sense for 'bad', at least she thought she did. "Maybe...go see Aetheria about it?" She suggested. She knew the school nurse was well versed in such things, and if Eith didn't want to see Livia then Aetheria was probably the next best bet on the matter. "S-she helped me out a bit too, sometimes. She's not as good as Livia I don't think but she could help, probably."

~Cynthia & Livia~

Cynthia simply watched Mugi curiously. Interest her? How so? She couldn't really imagine why...but she didn't really know how to ask. Mugi didn't seem really intent on talking that much about it yet. She had a job to do though, so she couldn't take much interest in it for now. So she simply rubbed the spot on the cheek she was kissed somewhat affectionately before starting to dust and watched as Mugi followed after the headmistress.

"Ah?" Livia hadn't been expecting to be followed. "So you are interested?" She chuckled impishly as she took a seat at her desk. She probably shouldn't tease Mugi much more, but it was just so fun. "If you wish to attend, it's no problem Mugi. The school is open for all who wish to learn, you know. And I'm quite certain Cynthia would be thrilled as well. If you want, I can handle the paperwork personally."

~Sorcha~

Sorcha's jaw dropped faster than an anvil trying to fight gravity.

"LUUUUNAAAA~" The dragon whined in quite the undignified fashion, pouting and looking over to the knight as she flailed her arms in a slightly childish fashion. "M-moain is being mean to me. Lemme have some of yours!" It was probably odd to see the dragon behaving in such a manner. If anything, people might find it funny.

inSINerate - Our Unending War

~Cerise~

@Patches

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Oranges were delicious. Such a citrusy-sweet flavor she absolutely loved. To her, oranges were the best fruit in the world. Conversely, Bossea was decidedly not a place she'd ever find attractive for any reason. The dusty, streets low-lifes and other low-class, uneducated heathens made her skin crawl. She didn't even want to breathe the same air as them. The old, run down streets were not her style by any means - she'd much rather prefer being in a Lastlight. At least they had some semblance of decorum and elegance, unlike these rundown hovels. Simply being here made the orange in her hands a bit less delicious, but it at least made her time walking through Bossea a bit more tolerable.

Yet, despite the delicious treat her stomach growled, though any who heard it might assume it was some creature growling. An odd thing for a daybreaker, probably.

She sighed, quickly devouring the orange - all of it. Peel and all. So violent and insatiable it was, yet there was a subtle beauty to its want. It was tolerable though. After all, she didn't need to really eat like other humans after all and as long as she kept that in mind and didn't go overboard with her own indulgence or go too long without giving it something she'd be fine. Not like she could really run out of food anyways, heh.

Right, she should stop thinking about that. She was here for a reason. A message on the transceiver indicated she should likely be meeting some more of her day-breaker 'allies' here.

Haha, that was funny. She doubted any of them were good enough to be with her.

She quickly made her way to the center of town, easily noticing a number of individuals that were likely other Daybreakers talking among themselves. Odd. They had a mission, didn't they? Sitting around talking about it wasn't going to get results. Though, she supposed there was some merit in getting to know your 'allies' before the fight. Could make results better. That said...she turned her head, spotting another woman heading away from the group and likely up towards the surface.

Now that was a girl she could tolerate.

Stuffing her hands into the pockets of her white jacket, the Conceited one smirked and walked after Io.

"Someone's confident." She chuckled as she approached, matching Io's stride and walking next to her. "The Scarlet Moon is out and the tyrants are thrashing like petulant children yet you don't seemed fazed at all, heh." She smirked, chuckling again. "Exciting, isn't it?" Depending on her response, Cerise would either continue walking and ignore her or at least deem her tolerable to be around...

inSINerate - Our Unending War

Alright, Character is up and ready to go.

I'll get an introductory post up sometime tomorrow.

inSINerate - Our Unending War

Cerise, The Conceited Flower

"Hmph. I'm a selfish person. Hate me all you will, but I don't do this to save people. I'm the only one that should be on top at the end of the day and if you degenerates can't cut it...well, that's not my problem."

Name and Epitaph: Cerise, The Conceited Flower

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"I could care less for you fools, as long as I'm the one on top. Even if it means I'm the last one standing."

Cerise, by nature is a very conceited, selfish and fairly arrogant person. She wants to simply be the best at everything. Powerful, money, influence, servants - all of it. She wants all the so called 'earthly desires' and if she's really feeling arrogant 'perfection' is in her goals. She cares not who she has to step on to achieve these goals either.

The beast thrashed about on the surface - it wasn't far from them, oh no. In fact it was likely within a mile or so. The other humans powerless as they were fled in fear in the opposite direction. Most likely wouldn't blame them - they weren't daybreakers. Scavengers. She had managed to convince them to let her come with them. She wanted to see these Tyrants with her own eyes before she decided to do this.

Pitiable fools, the lot of them. To let such a creature frighten them. Oh certainly it was loud and dangerous...but that was all. They were disgusting, vile creatures that held no place in a world free of such filth. Unlike the other humans, she held her ground and didn't even flinch when the creature gazed in the direction of the fleeing humans. She simply calmly turned around and started laughing, the other humans giving her a bit of a wide berth as they ran in the direction of the safest haven.

Once relatively safe, the others were panting and making sure everyone else was okay. She, though? She simply kept walking. She didn't have time to waste on those cowardly fools. Disgusting, the lot of them. She sighed as she continued to walk back underground. One though, had the audacity to give her quite the odd look, as if questioning her laughing.

"Hm?" She chuckled with a confident smirk. "What, was I supposed to soil my pants and run and terror like the rest of you layabouts?" This earned a decidedly justifiable frown from the man. "Unlike you degenerates, I wouldn't have died even if it had caught us. If worse came to worse, I'd have just used you all as bait. So be glad that didn't happen." Needless to say, this didn't go over very well with the other scavengers but she didn't care.

Tyrants? Pfft, please. They weren't scary. And she was going to prove that, and wipe their filth off the earth.

Cerise's Cowl

Same red hair, for now. Bright green eyes and for the most part the dress appears as above.

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Versomme

Botanist And Bards

~Isabella~

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The princess lowered her head, saying a small prayer for the dead from her homeland, for whatever religion would be worth to him. Prescott was right though, but she really wanted to inspect that blade. She turned her head back to it, frowning slightly as the soft glow it was giving off suddenly turned into a near-blinding level of brightness. There was a shout from one of her guards - Tripp she thought his voice sounded like - as he quickly moved in front of her while Prescott pulled her roughly back from the blade. Whatever it was, it ended quickly and whatever it was had the princess' attention.

Then the blade shook in its shackles

and spoke

"By the divines!" Prescott shouted, nearly stumbling backwards in shock.

"Princess, stay back this is likely the work of-P-princess?"

Before Tripp or anyone else could stop her, she had already moved back over to the body and untied the straps holding the blade in place. What greeted her, was a blade befitting of a Queen.

The sword it self was simple as it was elegant. The steel blade shone in the sunlight, reflecting a beautiful and untarnished blade. Its hilt was covered in a comfortable grip, dyed a dark blue color. The cross guard was covered with gold plate, the ends of the latter ending in angelic wing like designs indicating perhaps some holier origins. The pommel was set with a beautiful, near perfect cut emerald that seemed to glow with some sort of magic. Upon the blade, extending from the cross guard was a simple, gold colored line that extended until the end of the blade.

She held the blade in front of her, standing up with it in her hands. In all, the sword was about as tall as a princess and definitely designed to be used with more than one hand…but the princess had never used a sword a day in her life, let alone a large one such as this.

"Princess!" I was Valora. "What in the name of the holiest ones soiled knickers are you doing?! And what is that?" Isabella turned her head coolly towards Valora. She was equal parts scared and terrified of this thing, but it was so...beautiful, wasn't it? It almost looked like the elegant sword her father wielded, and it was clearly magical! That was the best part. She looked at the blade and then back to Valora.

"Burial." She replied quietly, looking down at the man. He was likely someone of some importance. It would be foolish and disrespectful to leave his body to the animals. Prescott and Tripp simply looked at each other, trying to figure out what to do in this situation. Without another word, she walked back over to her steed and inspected the blade further. Oh dear, what should she say though? That hadn't been some sort of trick of her and the others hearing, had it?

"...Fool girl is going to hurt herself." Valora commented as she turned to Prescott and Tripp. "Oi, you two, you heard the princess. Bury the man and I expect that grave to put the royals to shame!"

Botanist And Bards

~Isabella~

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"Eee, these trees are so tall!"

"Someone's excited."

"Well have you ever seen such tall trees before, Kinsey?"

"Heh, well I have now."

"Aren't they gorgeous? You'd never see anything like this back in the Monarchy."

"Yea, the nobles would use 'em all for their private hunting grounds and whatnot, Edith."

"Pfft, that's terrible Kinsey. Princess might leave ya here if she hears ya talking like that."

"And I'll have you flogged and tied for your slacking." A serious voice interrupted the jovial banter of the cartographer and other guard as she approached.

"Eeep! Valora, when did you get here?"

"Hmph. Shape up, Edith. You're not a guard but you joined in on this little venture. I expect some form of discipline. Kinsey, you should no better. We're in unfamiliar territory here, and our duty is to protect the princess." The princess in question was currently dressed in silver armor, custom fit for her as to provide both the best protection as well as offer a small sense of elegance to it. She sat on a fine white steed, one of the best bred horses the king and queen could get their hands on. She was royalty after all, even if all the way out here so far from the Monarchy. Even if her parents had practically disowned her. At least they had the courtesy to exile her instead of simply ordering her execution for treason and had given her at least a smidgen of a chance of survival out here.

She cast a passive, neutral glance to the two guards and Cartographer. Edith immediately straightened her posture and gave a quick bow. Kinsey waved casually before yawning, earning a smack on the side of his head from Valora. To them, it probably looked like she was just coolly demanding some sort of obedience. In truth though, she was wondering what they were talking about but was too nervous to ask about it. So instead, she remained silent and turned her head back towards the road behind them. A wagon full of supplies trudged along behind them at some distance - on the seat sat an older blacksmith and a commoner. Mervyn and Lana, if the princess recalled.

"Hey! Someone's coming!" One of the other guards - Prescott, she thought his name was. Valora turned in the direction he had indicated.

"He's wounded! Tripp, Prescott approach with caution!" Valora commanded, the two trained guardsmen didn't need much more convincing before hurrying to the mans side.

A wounded man? Isabella frowned, hopping off of her horse with all the grace one might expect of her.

"Princess?" Valora questioned, but before she could stop Isabel the princess had already walked over to the mans side with the two guards. She knelt beside him. Oh dear, his wounds were severe. More than she'd be able too heal, even with her...skills. She had been hoping that she could help, but all she could do was give him her usual calm expression.

"...is there anything we can do?" She asked the wounded man. Normally speaking was somewhat difficult for her, especially to strangers. This though, was different. Her eyes drifted over to the blade that rested on his back. A dull blue glow easily caught her attention. Tripp and Prescott had their hands on their weapons, just in case something happened. Everyone knew the princess wasn't exactly the most combat capable of people.

"...Princess," Prescott said with a sigh. "He's...no longer with us. We should probably get a move on. Whoever or whatever did this probably is still around." Isabel frowned, but said nothing. She had never seen a dead person before. That said...there was something she was extremely curious about.

The sword.

But taking a sword from a dead person? That would be...rude and bad and all kinds of terrible, wouldn't it?

St. Sappho Academy, Medieval Magic Academy (Invite Only)

~Ritsa~

Before Fia would have a chance to react, Ritsa slammed into her from behind. The hydra's momentum and physical ability caused her to knock the phoenix right off her feet. It sent them both tumbling down as the Hydra tackled the other girl. In a quick flurry of movement the hydra and phoenix ended up a tangled mess on the ground with the Hydra on top of the phoenix, having lost her robe in the process.

"Ritsa wins!" The hydra grinned energetically, getting off of Fia and pulling her up to a sitting position before beginning to hug the other girl.

~Fox~

Oh this incredibly stupid human. The fox growled lowly to herself, hopping off of the windowsill and quickly making her way over to the bed and sitting right on top of Sel's head.

"It could have been," The fox replied. "But I wouldn't have found that amusing." She tapped the mages head with her paw. "We need to talk, human. What exactly it is you expect from me? You want me to be perfectly servile? 'Sorry mistress, it was my fault please punish me.' Is that what you want? Because you're not getting it. I'm not that slutty student that thing that calls herself the headmistress dotes on all the time." The fox hopped off the Mage's head, sitting beside the mage and seemingly glaring at her.

~Miren~

Miren dealt with the customer swiftly. One of the students was looking for something regarding some Irish history or something. She had a few books on the subject but after dealing with her Miren hopped back over to where she had left the hound.

"Whew, that was nerve wracking." Miren giggled as she took a seat next to Eith again, frowning slightly. "...you alright, Eith? You look a little flushed."

~Cynthia~

"...the headmistress teases anyone, if you give her the chance." Cynthia replied, blushing a bit from Mugi's insinuation. A question, though? "What did you want to ask her?" She asked, as she cleaned off the coffee table and put away the kettle and tea.

~Sorcha~

The dragon didn't meet Maoin's gaze, her eyes shifting to the side as her large helping of food was brought to the table.

"I-It was ordered before the order was give, therefore it is exempt!" The dragon replied quickly. "A last little...hurrah and party before. As for drinking..." The dragon turned serious. "Under no circumstances, take away my drink alright, little one?" She smiled. "It's quite difficult for me to get drunk anyways, and as a girl who likes to think of herself as a Celt and Norse, drinking is practically part of myself, heh~!"

Digimon World: Tamer's Bureau

@Pyromania99

Bruh

You can't just blame me for everything.