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I just can't. This is too much. Berserk was so influential on so many things that I love. Goodbye, Miura. You'll be missed by many.
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6 yrs ago
Migraines ew
7 yrs ago
Welp apparently discord servers are having some pretty bad Latency issues.
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7 yrs ago
Well I just got my mitts on the Links Awakening remake. Excus eme while I disappear for a weak while I relive my childhood
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7 yrs ago
Migraine killed me today. Posts tomorrow.
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Bio
Hello! Welcome to my little bio.
Not much to say, really. Just a horror game protag that likes writing and playing vidya games when I'm not being chased by the cosmic forces of darkness. (I'm a security guard that works night shifts usually).
It seemed like the others were getting friendly with their own little...creatures, too. None of course as cute as the one she had in her hands right now, who was still struggling slightly but didn't seem entirely that intent on actually escaping. One boy and some creature even got into a fight? What a dumbass...fighting immediately was a good way of getting killed. One always had to observe a situation first and as far as she could tell, no one here wanted to harm them. At least immediately. There wouldn't be any reason to go through all this trouble if so.
Her gaze eventually would be drawn to another purple colored creature, though that was lighter than the one that had worked its way free and was now sitting on her head.
"Oi, you, quit spacing out."
"I wasn't. I heard you yapping."
"Well, then, be grateful the great and future demon lord Tsukaimon has chosen you to be their minion and partner in crime!"
"Sure thing, Tsuki."
"TSU-KAI-MON." The little creature would bat its arms against her forehead in protest. More than that though, she was focused on what the other one was saying. Digital world? Made of humanities data and extra dimensional energy? Something about those worlds felt familiar, but it was probably nothing. The creature went on to explain something about how this world was under some tyrannical rule and that they were expected to be the ones to save it? Hilarious. So hilarious she forgot to laugh.
Well, she could extrapolate a few things from what this creature had said. These creatures were called Digimon, and those devices, Digivices, somehow let Digimon grow stronger in power via some magic mumbo jumbo. They, were also expected to somehow stop some tyrannical digimon.
Alas, goodbye vacation.
"...I don't see how this is our problem." Klara responded to Dorumon. "Haaa...if you're asking me to be a hero you must be really scraping the bottom of the barrel. I was here to get way from responsibilities, people, and to relax. I had enough of that at home. Also," Klara narrowed here eyes slightly, though her hood obscured her visage aside from her mouth. "Who are you, and why should we trust you?"
"Good eye, minion! We shouldn't trust them-bwef" Klara reached up and put a hand over the creatures mouth.
Indulging in her gift of food, Klara was content enough to simply enjoy the atmosphere. Lightning flashing outside. Peals of thunder rumbling overhead causing the floors and walls to rumble. It was honestly, quite relaxing. She didn't care much for socialization but this...well, this wasn't terrible and Dustin hadn't been super annoying either. The thought, though, was soon cut short as a thundering rumble shook the building with its angry vigor, the lights within the ballroom becoming the first casualty of whoever setup this experience.
Klara, remained unfazed. She simply blinked, the light from her laptop doing more than enough to illuminate the immediate area. Still, she couldn't waste its battery, and she certainly didn't want to attract attention to herself. More than she already had, at least. While others were panicking or shouting, she'd close the heavy computer with a solid thunk as its frame clicked shut and slid it back into its carrying bag as her gaze was soon drawn to another source of light.
An old computer, lightning up with text on its screen.
That certainly wasn't there before.
Well, might as well investigate, right?
Klara got up, her steps growing a bit faster as bits of binary code and images began swirling out from it, engulfing the balroom.
Just...what was this? It made her heart race, whatever it was! And she definitely wanted to know what it was. Gravity shifted, pulling her towards the computer as vivid, clear blue overtook the surroundings. A short lived wonder before her mind started parsing what was going on, and that perhaps, she was in a mild bit of danger-
"Geh, ow." Klara proceeded to hit the ground, landing with enough momentum to send her rolling a bit across the ground. "Pff. Huff...ew, grass...Im...fine, just ew, I am a carnivore I don't eat grass..." She'd slowly sit up, shaking her head and taking a look at her surroundings and making sure her all important hood was still up. And well, what she saw...was utterly bizzare. "Jeez...what the hell is all of this...? Is this a if we die in the video game we die in real life kinda thing?"
She'd glance about the field of cars. It was odd, to be sure. It was like someone had just taken a massive shotgun, loaded it with vehicles and started blasting at the ground. The cars themselves were a bit odd, too. She'd watch Dustin for a few moments, her gaze going across a few others here before settling on the creatures in the distance.
What Dustin hadn't seen as he was inspecting the vehicle in question, was a dark shadow zipping across the ground and scuttling behind it. It looked like...some sort of...winged bean looking creature? She couldn't really make anything of it at all, except it could definitely be called cute. Kind of like a plump little plushie as it would quietly sneak around the car, leap on top of it so it could be level with Dustins head...before it would grab the back of his head and give it a firm little tug before cackling and zipping off.
Tried too.
"Bweh-"
The creature, ended up nearly face planting into Klara.
"Hey! Whats the big idea, hoodie! Outta the way!"
"Cute." Klara didn't move, and instead merely grabbed the strange purple and white creature and held it out at arms length. The creature didn't seem entirely thrilled.
"I'm not cute I'm terrifying! A menace to society!"
"...menacingly cute to society. What are you, plumball?"
Ophelia winced lightly at Isana's patting her head. Nngh, she didn't like that. She was fine with it previously, but now? It kind of irritated her a little. Not that she could do anything without being suspicious, though.
"Ehehe. I wouldn't miss this if I could help it, sister." She responded with a small, though genuine smile. A short lived smile as Estelle wheeled herself into the room. She hadn't had enough time to completely sort through everything...but it was just as well. Estelle didn't seem to want to speak with her, and she didn't really want to do that right now either. She was going to leave, anyways, and she doubted there was anything she could say to stop her.
Hm.
"U-huh?" Lost slightly in her own thoughts, she hadn't heard Sherry. She frowned, taking a seat next to Isana. She didn't have the best memories of Sherry. Spotty at best, disinterested at worst. "Maybe she had a bad dream? Maybe something sweet..." She focused her attention on the food in front of her and Isana. "How are you, sister? Margaret said I slept pretty well last night, though I uhm...did get sick when I woke...I don't know how long I'll be socializing."
Klara absentmindedly continued to scroll news and check her laptop occasionally. Her gaze only wandered when Dustin got up to go presumably get himself some food. He sure looked like he hate a lot, piling the plate up with food that was definitely big as his head was. She was just about to do the same when he came back, sat the plate suspiciously close between them along with a second set of silverware. Covered by her hood as her face was, it was very easy to tell from the back and forth her head was doing between the plate of food and the other teen that she definitely caught on.
"Uh..." Klara would thus, take the fork and help herself. "Ahem. Awfully generous for a murder victim to be." A jest as she'd take a slice of pork and potatoes. "But that, my dear Watson is definitely the question. The murder weapon...and the murder victim. Since we were all invited here, clearly whoever did so wants to show us something and for us to all be in the same place for some reason. Maybe the foods poisoned?" She'd say between bites, clearly not buying her own definite bullshit. "Naaah. I don't think its a murder mystery...whoever set this up went to too much trouble. And uh-thanks for the food"
The last part was both said quietly and just as she'd stuff her face with a potato, muffling it just enough for it to be difficult to hear.
"...hm." Would one give their name so easily out to a stranger? "That would turn this into a murder mystery. I guess it could still be anyways...?" She was mostly monitoring traffic for the moment more than anything, scanning the lines of code and system for anytime a new connection pinged the hotels wifi to see if any weird numbers stood out or any messages were being sent. ""And I guess, if you need a name, Klara." She'd glance over at the food. It had been awhile since she had eaten, but that would also require getting up from her seat and she couldn't decide if she was hungry enough to beat the lazy.
There wasn't much else to be said, though. She wasn't here to be friendly, or here to have a friendly conversation. She was bad at that. She'd instead take out her own phone, resting an elbow on the table, and her chin on an open palm as she'd start scrolling few a bit of current news and videos.
Appearance: With locks of scarlet red hair, standing at six feet tall and dressed in what can be considered somewhat outlandishly risqué and perhaps revealing clothing for the times, Cordelia stands out in a crowd among her peers. Just the way she likes it. After all, a witch is someone who can defy and not conform with such societal norms that are clearly beneath them. Cordelia thusly, dresses and appears exactly as she believes all witches should. Confident, arrogant, and without consideration for others.
Her dress normally consists of a single rather tight fitting black dress that ends just at her thighs. This is complemented with knee high boots and nothing much else on her legs - or for the rest of her body, for that matter save for her an extremely comfortable poofy and warm looking white jacket draped loosely over her shoulders. And her witch hat, of course. Do be careful if you touch the jacket not to disturb the snakes sleep. She bites.
Personality: Confident and arrogant, but not egotistical to the point of believing everyone beneath her. Rather, she considers herself to be above even such trivial power trips and holds no illusion of that she's still young and has a lot of room for growth herself. She simply believes that if she wants to do something, she will, regardless of how difficult it is or what it is that needs to be done. There is no doubt, no second guessing herself. If she doesn't succeed the first time, then she simply has to try again. No complaining, no bitching, no doubting. This however, hides a certain quirk of hers that she has trouble getting out of the mindset of.
People are difficult. People are annoying. They are hard to understand with all their complicated emotions. A contracted spirit wont. They want something, and she wants something. A mutual contract between such entities is easy to understand and reciprocate. She gives them something, they help. This contractual relationship bleeds over into most of her relationships with other people, even if she treats most others in an outwardly friendly and casual manner. This can lead to some amount of indecision and difficulties picking up on normal human interactions where she will sometimes choose willful ignorance or simply choose not to involve herself.
Abilities: Cordelia's abilities lean entirely into the realm of evocation, forgoing black and white magics except the barest of the fundamentals that all witches are taught. She was taught this for a number of reasons, but mostly it was the only magic she really had access too as she was not from some prestigious or well known family. Just herself, her mother, and her grandfathers spell book which describes in great detail a number of powerful or helpful spirits one may encounter or contract. As of now, she has only contracted two from this book, as the thing was written in code.
Mirai, Princess of the Thundering Heavens A rather...difficult creature by the name of Mirai. A white colored serpent which typically hangs around Cordelia's shoulders, neck, and...chest area, for reasons, and the only spirit she's contracted that wasn't in her grandfathers book. An irreverent and teasing creature, it likes to poke fun, annoy, and generally be an absolute menace to anyone around them, Cordelia included. Generally though, shes useless and can't fight in this form as its little more than a fragment of her body she uses to be with Cordelia.
Mirai is Cordelia's main method of fighting. By invoking the spirits full name and offering her body as her vessel, Mirai is able to manifest part of her actual body and her authority as a spirit of the heavens. Her primary ability is that of electrical generation and using it to fight in accordance with guidance from Cordelia via constant motions.
Rarely, Mirai appears in a more humanoid form. That of a little girl standing just about four foot six. If she does show up like this, she still likes to drape herself over Cordelia's shoulders resulting in constant piggybacks. Cordelia only finds this slightly annoying.
Anaximenes, or Ana, as its name is often shortened too despite its great insistence on having its full name used, is a small four legged avian creature that looks like...well, if a someone slapped wings on a cat and gave it the head and tail of a bird. Being the size of a housecat he is much less intimidating than one might think from his name. He was the first creature Cordelia summoned from her grandfathers book and made a contract with. Despite his blustering and arrogant attitude, the small bird like creature is the least difficult to work with.
Sometimes he comments he was a huge deal back in the day, but as of now he's just used for Recon and surveillance by Cordelia. Despite his small size he does have control over the winds and can cover most of the city very quickly, and with extremely keen vision he is quite good at tracking. Summoning him is quite simple. Offer an appropriate source of food after or before the deed is complete and clean his feathers and fur.
This creature, unlike the other two is surprisingly mellow and easy to work with. It has no fancy titles and is just fine only being called by its name. It speaks in a kind, but wizend and neutral tone. Cordelia has never seen its true form, nor what it actually looks like. It was quite eager to make a contract with her, even if the price was rather annoying to pay. It was the second creature she contracted from her grandfathers book.
Ceinrith's abilities seem to be that of some sort of plant based forest nymph, fairy, or similar creature. When summoned, it rapidly causes roots, branches, plants, vines, you name it to grow at an accelerated rate. With direction from Cordelia, they are able to bind and restrain foes. If there is no plant matter or ground to pull from, vines instead grow from Cordelia's hat. What does Ceinrith ask for in return, for its service?
Blood. Either that of Cordelia's or whatever it is she's restraining. It has made the comment to her, that it must feed its own garden and flowers...
Skills: Outside of her magical practices, Cordelia has mostly taken an interest in the more mundane fields of song and music, and the more supernatural fields of demonology and magical beasts. Comes with the territory of primarily focusing on evocation.
In the former category, if she wasn't a witch she'd probably be a singer somewhere. She sometimes still does, if she finds herself in one of her frequented many upscale or sleazier establishments that need someone to entertain. The dancing though, that was entirely at the behest of Mirai, who as using her body as a vessel needs extremely fluid, precise, and rhythmic movements to be able to channel and use her properly. Definitely not just because the snake likes watching her.
In the latter category, well, it sort of comes with the territory. Knowing what kind of creature she's dealing with can often help forming contracts and not being caught off guard by something such as making a bad deal or if she has to do something specific to get a certain entities attention.
Equipment: Aside from the basic wand and standard broom, Cordelia always carries around her grandfathers book with her. Her hat, while not needed most of the time can also be used to allow her spirits to be summoned if they need specific areas to, like with Ceinrith's vines.
Brief Backstory:
One will not find the Riswell family recorded in the history of any great witch family, or even the history of witches in general. No, while some witches went such a route her family has long opted to live a quiet and unnoticed life, using magic just to make their life easier and generally simply help with day to day tasks. Every now and then, perhaps one of their lineage went off to do something notable, join some coven for some perceived pursuit of greatness, but generally throughout history their lives have been a quiet, frugal one even when involved with coven activities.
This, was at least, until her grandfather got fed up with his boring life at a young age. Being a man capable of magic, he would set off and travel the world, leaving behind her mother at a young age, or so she said. If she was to be believed. She only met her grandfather a handful of times when he finally returned, regaling her with the tales and stories of his travels.
This alleviated her homelife, if only slightly. Cordelia had never really been able to make friends or get along with other people her age. Even today, she couldn't quite explain it. She simply felt like she could never get along with them. It wasn't some kind of bullying attempt or the like. She just simply never really understood other human beings easily, preferring to spend time with animals or other critters.
Her grandfather then, was the only father figure she ever had, and probably the only person in her immediate family she would admit to caring about. Though his relationship with her mother was contentious at best it wasn't until she started actively pursuing magic did their relationship truly turn sour. She kicked him out. Little Cordelia was told in no uncertain circumstances that she'd ever practice magic. So what does a rebellious youth do? Do it anyways.
She had no formal training to start with, fumbling her way around with whatever materials she could get her hands on as her family didn't quite have the money for any kind of fancy education or to buy her good materials. Not that she would have been able to anyways, thanks to her mother.
It was either a stroke of luck or carefully planned then, her mother wasn't at home when she received a package from her grandfather. It was his old journal. Full of his writings, his observations, his mentions of various different spirits and the rituals needed to invoke them. All heavily encoded and unreadable, but it was something she loved to have nonetheless. It came with a letter, suggesting that if she received it, there was a very good chance he was no longer among the living and that she should use it to further her own interests, if she wanted too and a farewell that he couldn't have been a better parent to her or her mother.
Determined, she decided to follow through with it. She took the book, various materials to a secluded location just on the outskirts of a city that she had been too a few times with him. A lonely looking place on the outskirts of the city that she was pretty sure didn't show up reliably on any maps. It was an old, foreign looking shrine. Long abandoned.
So Cordelia got to work. She fumbled her way through a few of the instructions, doing her best to do what she thought was correct as far as summoning something went.
She was very, very, wrong.
What she summoned was not something she should have. She's not even sure if it was in the book. Maybe it was an accident. A fluke. Or maybe it was something she legitimately did. Whatever the case, it was not happy about being disturbed, and sought only one thing from her. Violence.
"Waow, did you mean to summon that or are you just dumb? Or are you into being beat up? Sheheheh...well, guess I'll have to save your loser self~" If it hadn't been for Mirai that day, she likely wouldn't be here. Long story short and after a bit of back and forth, whatever the snake says otherwise, Mirai demanded to be taken with Cordelia. Needless to say, too, her actions didn't exactly go unnoticed by the society and after a bit of time she ended up joining them, getting a formal education and catching up on what she wasn't able to learn as a youth.
@VitaVitaAR Alrighty, here we go. Lemme know if something needs to be changed.
Name: Cordelia Rowena Riswell
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Appearance: With locks of scarlet red hair, standing at six feet tall and dressed in what can be considered somewhat outlandishly risqué and perhaps revealing clothing for the times, Cordelia stands out in a crowd among her peers. Just the way she likes it. After all, a witch is someone who can defy and not conform with such societal norms that are clearly beneath them. Cordelia thusly, dresses and appears exactly as she believes all witches should. Confident, arrogant, and without consideration for others.
Her dress normally consists of a single rather tight fitting black dress that ends just at her thighs. This is complemented with knee high boots and nothing much else on her legs - or for the rest of her body, for that matter save for her an extremely comfortable poofy and warm looking white jacket draped loosely over her shoulders. And her witch hat, of course. Do be careful if you touch the jacket not to disturb the snakes sleep. She bites.
Personality: Confident and arrogant, but not egotistical to the point of believing everyone beneath her. Rather, she considers herself to be above even such trivial power trips and holds no illusion of that she's still young and has a lot of room for growth herself. She simply believes that if she wants to do something, she will, regardless of how difficult it is or what it is that needs to be done. There is no doubt, no second guessing herself. If she doesn't succeed the first time, then she simply has to try again. No complaining, no bitching, no doubting. This however, hides a certain quirk of hers that she has trouble getting out of the mindset of.
People are difficult. People are annoying. They are hard to understand with all their complicated emotions. A contracted spirit wont. They want something, and she wants something. A mutual contract between such entities is easy to understand and reciprocate. She gives them something, they help. This contractual relationship bleeds over into most of her relationships with other people, even if she treats most others in an outwardly friendly and casual manner. This can lead to some amount of indecision and difficulties picking up on normal human interactions where she will sometimes choose willful ignorance or simply choose not to involve herself.
Abilities: Cordelia's abilities lean entirely into the realm of evocation, forgoing black and white magics except the barest of the fundamentals that all witches are taught. She was taught this for a number of reasons, but mostly it was the only magic she really had access too as she was not from some prestigious or well known family. Just herself, her mother, and her grandfathers spell book which describes in great detail a number of powerful or helpful spirits one may encounter or contract. As of now, she has only contracted two from this book, as the thing was written in code.
Mirai, Princess of the Thundering Heavens A rather...difficult creature by the name of Mirai. A white colored serpent which typically hangs around Cordelia's shoulders, neck, and...chest area, for reasons, and the only spirit she's contracted that wasn't in her grandfathers book. An irreverent and teasing creature, it likes to poke fun, annoy, and generally be an absolute menace to anyone around them, Cordelia included. Generally though, shes useless and can't fight in this form as its little more than a fragment of her body she uses to be with Cordelia.
Mirai is Cordelia's main method of fighting. By invoking the spirits full name and offering her body as her vessel, Mirai is able to manifest part of her actual body and her authority as a spirit of the heavens. Her primary ability is that of electrical generation and using it to fight in accordance with guidance from Cordelia via constant motions.
Rarely, Mirai appears in a more humanoid form. That of a little girl standing just about four foot six. If she does show up like this, she still likes to drape herself over Cordelia's shoulders resulting in constant piggybacks. Cordelia only finds this slightly annoying.
Anaximenes, or Ana, as its name is often shortened too despite its great insistence on having its full name used, is a small four legged avian creature that looks like...well, if a someone slapped wings on a cat and gave it the head and tail of a bird. Being the size of a housecat he is much less intimidating than one might think from his name. He was the first creature Cordelia summoned from her grandfathers book and made a contract with. Despite his blustering and arrogant attitude, the small bird like creature is the least difficult to work with.
Sometimes he comments he was a huge deal back in the day, but as of now he's just used for Recon and surveillance by Cordelia. Despite his small size he does have control over the winds and can cover most of the city very quickly, and with extremely keen vision he is quite good at tracking. Summoning him is quite simple. Offer an appropriate source of food after or before the deed is complete and clean his feathers and fur.
This creature, unlike the other two is surprisingly mellow and easy to work with. It has no fancy titles and is just fine only being called by its name. It speaks in a kind, but wizend and neutral tone. Cordelia has never seen its true form, nor what it actually looks like. It was quite eager to make a contract with her, even if the price was rather annoying to pay. It was the second creature she contracted from her grandfathers book.
Ceinrith's abilities seem to be that of some sort of plant based forest nymph, fairy, or similar creature. When summoned, it rapidly causes roots, branches, plants, vines, you name it to grow at an accelerated rate. With direction from Cordelia, they are able to bind and restrain foes. If there is no plant matter or ground to pull from, vines instead grow from Cordelia's hat. What does Ceinrith ask for in return, for its service?
Blood. Either that of Cordelia's or whatever it is she's restraining. It has made the comment to her, that it must feed its own garden and flowers...
Skills: Outside of her magical practices, Cordelia has mostly taken an interest in the more mundane fields of song and music, and the more supernatural fields of demonology and magical beasts. Comes with the territory of primarily focusing on evocation.
In the former category, if she wasn't a witch she'd probably be a singer somewhere. She sometimes still does, if she finds herself in one of her frequented many upscale or sleazier establishments that need someone to entertain. The dancing though, that was entirely at the behest of Mirai, who as using her body as a vessel needs extremely fluid, precise, and rhythmic movements to be able to channel and use her properly. Definitely not just because the snake likes watching her.
In the latter category, well, it sort of comes with the territory. Knowing what kind of creature she's dealing with can often help forming contracts and not being caught off guard by something such as making a bad deal or if she has to do something specific to get a certain entities attention.
Equipment: Aside from the basic wand and standard broom, Cordelia always carries around her grandfathers book with her. Her hat, while not needed most of the time can also be used to allow her spirits to be summoned if they need specific areas to, like with Ceinrith's vines.
Brief Backstory:
One will not find the Riswell family recorded in the history of any great witch family, or even the history of witches in general. No, while some witches went such a route her family has long opted to live a quiet and unnoticed life, using magic just to make their life easier and generally simply help with day to day tasks. Every now and then, perhaps one of their lineage went off to do something notable, join some coven for some perceived pursuit of greatness, but generally throughout history their lives have been a quiet, frugal one even when involved with coven activities.
This, was at least, until her grandfather got fed up with his boring life at a young age. Being a man capable of magic, he would set off and travel the world, leaving behind her mother at a young age, or so she said. If she was to be believed. She only met her grandfather a handful of times when he finally returned, regaling her with the tales and stories of his travels.
This alleviated her homelife, if only slightly. Cordelia had never really been able to make friends or get along with other people her age. Even today, she couldn't quite explain it. She simply felt like she could never get along with them. It wasn't some kind of bullying attempt or the like. She just simply never really understood other human beings easily, preferring to spend time with animals or other critters.
Her grandfather then, was the only father figure she ever had, and probably the only person in her immediate family she would admit to caring about. Though his relationship with her mother was contentious at best it wasn't until she started actively pursuing magic did their relationship truly turn sour. She kicked him out. Little Cordelia was told in no uncertain circumstances that she'd ever practice magic. So what does a rebellious youth do? Do it anyways.
She had no formal training to start with, fumbling her way around with whatever materials she could get her hands on as her family didn't quite have the money for any kind of fancy education or to buy her good materials. Not that she would have been able to anyways, thanks to her mother.
It was either a stroke of luck or carefully planned then, her mother wasn't at home when she received a package from her grandfather. It was his old journal. Full of his writings, his observations, his mentions of various different spirits and the rituals needed to invoke them. All heavily encoded and unreadable, but it was something she loved to have nonetheless. It came with a letter, suggesting that if she received it, there was a very good chance he was no longer among the living and that she should use it to further her own interests, if she wanted too and a farewell that he couldn't have been a better parent to her or her mother.
Determined, she decided to follow through with it. She took the book, various materials to a secluded location just on the outskirts of a city that she had been too a few times with him. A lonely looking place on the outskirts of the city that she was pretty sure didn't show up reliably on any maps. It was an old, foreign looking shrine. Long abandoned.
So Cordelia got to work. She fumbled her way through a few of the instructions, doing her best to do what she thought was correct as far as summoning something went.
She was very, very, wrong.
What she summoned was not something she should have. She's not even sure if it was in the book. Maybe it was an accident. A fluke. Or maybe it was something she legitimately did. Whatever the case, it was not happy about being disturbed, and sought only one thing from her. Violence.
"Waow, did you mean to summon that or are you just dumb? Or are you into being beat up? Sheheheh...well, guess I'll have to save your loser self~" If it hadn't been for Mirai that day, she likely wouldn't be here. Long story short and after a bit of back and forth, whatever the snake says otherwise, Mirai demanded to be taken with Cordelia. Needless to say, too, her actions didn't exactly go unnoticed by the society and after a bit of time she ended up joining them, getting a formal education and catching up on what she wasn't able to learn as a youth.
"Bweeeh...so hoooot..." Honestly, she hated the heat. Just like her beloved computers, excessive heat was her mortal enemy. She would never have thought or even wanted to come to such a tropical place, yet any place was better than home right now. Her mother barely even seemed to care to allow her to go by herself. To say nothing of her brother who was off getting into trouble with who knows who else and doing what exactly.
Not that she could really comment about things of a strictly legal nature, but at least she had never gotten caught. Yet.
At least it looked like it was going to rain soon, too. Thank the digital gods, heh.
She had traveled light, so when she got up to her room the only thing she really had to put away were her clothes, a few toiletries, and a handful of computer gear, some of less than legal nature. Easy enough. Next thing would be to set up her access points and hubs and-
"Hm." She walked over to the bed, noticing the card in the middle of unpacking her things. Honestly, such a lame and beginner provocation. She could call and ask around. Social engineering was one of the best tools a hacker could use, but she ultimately decided against it. The hotel workers probably didn't know anything beyond who booked the room or anything beyond the basics on a need to know basis.
Klara, thus, crumpled the invite and tossed it into the bin. Might as well see what this was all about. She was already here, already bored and also hungry. Not before making sure her jacket and hood were up, so that she could keep that all important air of mystery about herself, though and making sure her laptop was good from the trip.
And of course, soon as she walked in she was immediately assaulted.
Well, spoken too. The difference was negligible.
"Yes." Came a quick and disinterested reply as she peered at him from under her hood. He didn't seem to be anyone important or connected to this scheme beyond someone else roped into it. "Whoever they are, they're amateurs." She started to walk, not caring too much whether he followed. "Seriously, a card on the bed? I mean, old school stuff always works best and all that if its possible, but I was hoping for something a little more juicy. I could come up with something better. Like, setting up a hub to hack the wireless TVS to display a cryptic message, or send a message to our specific mobile devices and lock them until we come."
Her laptop was sat down at a table, the device making a solid thunk due to its weight. She'd sit down and boot it up, tapping away at the keys as they made satisfying clicks those old school computers always did. If anyone looked, they'd see a few lines of code running as well as an interface for inputting code directly without much of a UI to speak of, aside from a list of various devices.
She may have setup an aforementioned hub on her way to the ballroom and was going through a list of wireless connections currently being intercepted by the hotels wifi.
How long had it been since she had last had a bath like this? Far too long. Ophelia relaxed, letting out a deep breath as the warm bath water ran over her body. She had sent Margaret out, wanting to be entirely alone for the moment. She wasn't sure how long she could keep a straight face for, let alone how she was going to react to see Isana and Estelle again. She sighed, shaking her head. It was something useless to think about, but how could she not?
She'd stand, getting out of the bath as she'd take a look at her body. No scars. No blemishes. Muscles that would tire at just a brisk walk. All her years of training and hard work, reduced to nothing. Well, mostly, but what use were such skills with a body as frail as hers? She'd frown. Perhaps she'd need to start actively training harder, sooner.
Once she was done with the bath, she'd find herself sitting in front of her vanity, Margaret fixing up her hair and applying the light makeup she used to wear. It was rather tiring, honestly. Had it always been this tiring? After spending so many years on the battlefield, putting her everything into training -
"There we go! You look lovely, my lady. A pretty little snowflake."
"Snow...flake?"
"I know people outside of the family talk about it, but they just don't get how pretty you actually are! Look," Margaret pointed to her reflection in the mirror. It was something she had seen hundreds of times, but it was always something she never liked lingering on. She didn't hate her appearance, per say, but she did wish she didn't look quite so...dour all the time. Not that she could help it, really. She barely had the energy to maintain proper decorum and etiquette most of the time.
"More like a ghost," Ophelia responded as Margaret finished the final touches on her dress and hair. "Maybe I'll actually start doing something about those who talk too much this time..." She never really did much to dissuade such rumors or problems in her apparent past life...and After Estelle and Isana left, she simply let her anger and frustration get her into far too many fights and misunderstandings.
How did she act before then? It was all too fuzzy.
"This time...my lady? Well, it doesn't matter if you are a ghost! You'll be the cutest ghost!" Ophelia couldn't help but to laugh lightly at the statement. How absurd. "Ah! Almost forgot! Breakfast is being made for your mother and your sisters."
"Breakfast? What's the occasion?" She couldn't remember there being a breakfast gathering during Orientation.
"Eh? I thought you'd be happy. Apparently Lady Isana requested it. Oh, but uhm, if you're not feeling well I'm sure they'll understand."
"...Isana requested it?" This definitely didn't happen last time, as far as she could remember. Perhaps she had just forgotten. Considering how ill she was previously it wasn't a stretch to say she had. "No, no, its fine. I feel...well, honestly kind of terrible but I'll go."
After sending Margaret away and spending a few minutes psyching herself up for this and trying to get her tone of voice and body language right, she'd head off to the dining area with a fast step. Once she arrived, the smell of food and the light chatter of the servants felt so...nostalgic. She missed it.
Perhaps she was feeling a little happy about being back, after so long.
She'd slow her pace to a walk, before stopping just at the door to the dining room. Okay, she could do this. She could do this-
"Ah. Isana. Mother...!" Just her luck, she'd arrive at the dining room just as her Mother and Sister did. Her breath caught slightly as she looked at her mother. The last time she had seen her...Ophelia couldn't meet her mothers gaze. Thankfully, that was something that wasn't unusual for her in the past. "We're...ahem, having breakfast together? Is Estelle feeling well enough to join us?"
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Hello! Welcome to my little bio.
Not much to say, really. Just a horror game protag that likes writing and playing vidya games when I'm not being chased by the cosmic forces of darkness. (I'm a security guard that works night shifts usually).
Have some dancing medjed.
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<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/jjKSxTj.png" /></div><br><br>Hello! Welcome to my little bio.<br><br>Not much to say, really. Just a horror game protag that likes writing and playing vidya games when I'm not being chased by the cosmic forces of darkness. (I'm a security guard that works night shifts usually).<br><br>Have some dancing medjed.<br><br><img src="https://i.redd.it/q95hk1tobbv11.gif" /></div>
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