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Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Ethan tried to encourage her, but while she appreciated the effort Amuné still didn't find herself particularly eager for her next lesson. Why couldn't she have Kensen teach her like the others? She glanced across the yard to where he was overseeing Nymira, though they looked like they were about done. Maybe he would teach her if she asked -- and there was something else she'd been meaning to ask him too.

She stood and trotted over to the Dimuran, tugging gently at his shirt to get his attention. "Mr. Kensen?" the girl asked, clasping her hands behind her back. "Uh, I was wondering...." She trailed off, not sure if it was okay to ask him to teach her to fight when he had others to work with, and when the lady in charge had already decided things. She set that question aside for the moment, and instead asked the one she'd had since she first saw him.

"Ah, canIseeyourwings? Please?" Okay, so it was an odd thing to ask, but Kensen just come swooping out of nowhere that day, and he'd looked pretty awesome doing it, too. Her eyes went round with awe as he unfurled them, and even with her hands initially clasped behind her back she only remembered just in time not to touch without permission. Amuné looked up at him for approval, and once she had it she finished reaching out to gently run her fingertips along the edge of the nearest digit. "Whoa...."

She didn't want to impose too much, so the girl dropped her hand before long, but she was still fascinated. "What's flying like?" she asked. "I always wondered -- Daddy makes kites and things, and I always thought that maybe if I made a really big one that maybe I could fly too, but it'd be impossible to control without magic, and Daddy says it wouldn't be strong enough to hold up a person." She blushed -- it was a childish fantasy, and she hadn't really meant to share, but flying seemed so cool that it had just sorta slipped out. At least she hadn't mentioned that she'd pretend she could fly when she was younger. That was horribly embarrassing.

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

@Mogtaki hey, if Amune asks to see kensen's wings, will he let her?

To Dance with the Stars

Lee had far too many questions to know where to begin. Assuming the tales of people with abilities approaching magic were true, Axel's story seemed to support one of the other aspects of those tales -- many of the extraordinarily gifted were also completely unhinged. It'd explain why he jumped off the roof, she thought, though not why he fell -- assuming flying wasn't also a delusion. It was hard to say. She'd always thought the stories where someone had multiple skills were just tall tales, but could there be some truth to them?

She rejected the entire idea of gods and past lives and the rest of his nonsense. She did believe in God, but her views on the literal truth of the Torah were undecided, and in truth that mattered less than her actions. If, perhaps, Axel was some sort of powerful...individual, perhaps he'd been cast out of his family? His community? Some sort of cult? It was possible such people might think of themselves as gods, that didn't seem unreasonable. And of course redemption would come from someone like them, another being superior to normal humans.

It made a weird sort of sense, if she thought about it that way. The decision that she was the one that would help was awkward at best, and potentially dangerous, but for the moment she needed to take things one step at a time.

"Assuming I did believe your story -- and I'm not saying I do -- but if I did, what sort of help do you need, exactly? I'm a dance instructor, not some sort of...miracle worker." Her voice came out clipped, far more brusque than she intended, but the young woman was entirely uneasy and she couldn't hide it. If they want me to do something weird instead of teach dance I should charge them extra. It was an inane thought, but sometimes humor was the best defense against things that would otherwise drive a sensible woman mad.

What Hogwarts house are you in?

@Majoras End Ravenclaw! ^5

Pariah Online | Season One

E l i a n

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Elian didn't know what was going on, but she wasn't sure she liked it. Okay, it was nice to see the AI taking a bit of initiative -- one didn't usually encounter that sort of trap /inside/ a dungeon, after all, and not with a full room below it like some sort of shortcut. And yeah, for once the place wasn't laid out like it had been designed for the purpose of beating. But man, something was just wrong and it bothered her. Maybe it was how her partymates were actually hurting -- that was new, and it didn't seem to have a good reason. Yeah, yeah, realism was /great/ but there was a limit to what people wanted in a game. If things hurt as bad as irl, suddenly danger became a lot less exciting, and adventuring less fun.

Maybe it was her picking up on the others' unease -- she wasn't the only one who had noticed the subtle change, and not everyone liked it. Maybe it was that she'd barely gotten everyone through that ambush, and she was frustrated with herself.

"I've been doing my job, or you'd be flat on your fishy face," she shot back to Graves. "Unlike those of us who just flail away at whatever's in front of them, my job requires finesse and balance." Still, she was already midcast, directing her magic toward those with injuries with a flourish of fans.

Red's crack about her skirt got a laugh, and Elian could feel herself relaxing. Whatever it was, they'd handle it. And while things hurt more than usual, it wasn't really /painful/. "Looks like the programmers finally gave the mooks a bit of creativity," she said, smiling. "So stay sharp, everyone. I don't care to be patching y'all up more than I already have to."

⊹ 𝓛𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓼 ⊹ A Role Play Request |OPEN|

@SinfulSkills Clearly you have not watched enough anime =P It helps that I watch most things subbed, so I'm kinda used to deciphering Gratuitous English.

Speaking of. I understand that there's a series about Naruto's son, Boruto. I've also been told that he's actually named "Bolt", just...that whole accent thing again, and Japanese characters.

If Boruto is Bolt, then Naruto is...

Nart.

Nart

Pariah Online | Season One

@Innue

I happened to see
Your signature is haiku
I like those as well.

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Amuné had done her share of training, but she was still reluctant to let Gage too close to her, and avoided him as much as she could. Instead she'd watched Ethan, or Cedric, or helped in the infirmary. She wasn't all that much help on the healing front, but the girl knew how to follow directions, and she could recognize many of the common herbs at a glance. Most importantly, she knew how to stay out of the way when it was needed. She even managed to wheedle a couple lessons out of the healers when they had down time. But she preferred to stick near Ethan and the others.

When he dumped a handful of grass on her head she flailed at it and at him. "Aaah! Hey!" She laughed, but her smile quickly faded at the mention of her teacher. "It's...going, I guess." Amuné looked at her lap, splitting a thick blade of grass into tiny shreds. "I still don't like him. He's scary, and he says mean things." Her chin thrust forward in a pout. "And I'm no good with that crossbow, either. It's hard to hold, and if I do hold it right then I can't draw it, and if I can draw it then I'm not holding it right anymore. And none of what I do manage is good enough." The child's tone was sulky, and she frowned at the last little shred of grass before throwing it away. "Talia's right...I'm just going to get everyone hurt because I'm useless. If it wasn't for Wyth, I wouldn't have made it even to where you found me -- and he can't protect me from everything. I can't even hold a stupid crossbow right, much less hit anythig with it."

The girl knew that Gage was just harsh and critical, and she knew that it took time to learn a new skill, and to train her hands to remember the right way to do things. But she was young enough that the constant negativity had a real impact on her self esteem, and when she already had the nasty little voice of guilt insisting that she should have done more, it was much harder not to listen when she was told she was completely inadequate.

⊹ 𝓛𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓼 ⊹ A Role Play Request |OPEN|

@SinfulSkills Fruits Basket! (FURU tsu BA sketo -- more or less)