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There's a slight smile on Hildegunde's as her stuff is moved into Room 7. It disappears quickly once Iraleth suggests asking for permission. Hildegunde wants to protest. In all honesty, her ideal solution would've been to not ask at all; what people don't know won't hurt them. Why waste time trying to find someone and ask for permission? This damn school nearly got them killed, they shouldn't need to ask for permission, especially for something so deeply harmless. It was downright stupid, in her eyes.

And yet, before she could, Ciara had already begun to move. She probably would've argued the decision if it weren't for what she said next.

"You know... you're a good shot. You strike me as more of a... Sword of Wund."

Sword of Wund. Somehow, having Ciara reiterate what Freischütz had told her makes her feel uneasy. She squirms uncomfortably. More smiles.
But the discussion that Ciara had brought up might make the time move by faster, so Hildegunde won't complain, joining her in line. Besides, she was thankful for her ripping that bandage instead of doing it herself. Even if she suspects it might be a charged topic, particularly for the half-elf.

"Is that the only reason? A gun is as much a deterrent as it is a weapon. And I don't wish to point it indiscriminately." And yet...how much easier would her life be if she could? The limitations of her ethos would no longer matter. The thought disturbs her, and she shakes it off, briefly wondering if the Adapa is messing with her brain.

"I'll be frank, I don't get these faction things, nor do I care for false binaries" she mutters, leaning against a wall as they wait. She briefly gives Iraleth a glance, feeling a bit bad for her standing up in her condition. But she was the one who suggested standing in line, so surely she could handle it.

"It don't help that I grew up in the Western Neutral Territories. Nearly isolated. Little stakes in this question. Bet I don't know the history half as well as either of ya." She messes idly with her sleeves.

"You were quick to choose. May I ask why? And while not as quick, I'd like to know your reasoning as well, Ciara."

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@Estylwen Extremely minor thing, but Hildegunde did introduce herself to Ciara. I think only to Ciara, actually, although the others should've been able to overhear her.

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@Psyker Landshark No healers unless this operates on video game logic. Hildegunde's got food on her :P

Although I'm sure she could do a simple healing spell. She does know magic and all. Wouldn't be as effective as Chunji but, it's Something.

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@Estylwen@Nanaya@Psyker Landshark

Hildegunde, despite what her instincts tell her, allows Davil to exchange contacts. There is silence from Freischütz, but once again, she can feel its smile. It gives her a sinking feeling, but she ignores it, setting off with the other girls.

She watches Gulliver with some interest, but makes no comment on the principal or him. He isn't causing mayhem right now, and Raja seems to have him under wraps; so she doesn't pay too much heed. She makes a mental map of all the different shops, as well as the general layout of the campus. Places of interest. Roads to follow. Spaces to hide. Something to distract her from the question. More important things, at the moment.

In truth, she's also still mulling over this whole faction thing, and while she did originally wish to discuss it with the others, the idea was intimidating - especially upon seeing how firm Iraleth was about joining the Shield of Nero. She has the feeling that it might cause some dissent. So thus she remains quiet. Her eyes dart to and fro as the carriage carries the trio.

Once arriving, Hildegunde steps out of the carriage and stretches, grabbing an envelope and giving a curt nod to the mannequin. While following at first, she did wander off from the duo for a moment to find her own room, scowling at what she found on the door. It wasn't far, so Ciara and Chloe could still see her easily. Room 9.

Chloe + Hildegunde

"Yeah, uh. Found it," she says with disdain, pointing at the door. Mostly so that Iraleth can look and understand her pain.

Then there comes the second part. There's space for all of us. She blinks, processing this. Did she actually offer? Is this a temporary offer, or a full time one? Hesitancy about getting close or not, Hildegunde decides it best to stick with the others. So she'll accept the offer, whatever the case, gratefully. Not only that, but...

"You think there's room for my luggage as well? I don't have much, and something tells me my roommate wouldn't mind having the space all to herself. If you'll have me."

The question. She needed to ask the real question. But not now. Not unless one of the others brings up her silence over alignments first.

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Maybe this is just me, but I think co-ed dorms is not nearly as crazy as whatever the fuck this school day has been. Although part of it might just be my own distaste for sex and/or gender segregation :P (If there was sarcasm there I failed to pick up please excuse me, I am on the spectrum LMAO)

Anyways! Wow it would SUCK if Hildegunde or Iraleth had to room with Chloe.

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@Estylwen@Psyker Landshark

The voice that greeted her was not one she wished to hear. Unlike last time, however, she found herself able to at least communicate her thoughts mentally.

Fräulein Nachtnebel.

You.

But of course. Is it not fitting to accompany and serve you? My will is your own, for as long as you can maintain such a thing.

You have no such power. We both know what you are, little wisp, and you are not what you make yourself out to be. There's a mocking laugh, and for a moment, Hildegunde is full of doubt. The woman had warned about a wildcard, but this was...this was a bit much. She clenches her jaw, eyebrows furrowing. No, no. This was her own mind playing tricks on her. Dozens of other students had these things. It must be her brain's backwards-ass way of helping her in some roundabout way. The way fear drives prey away from danger.

Laugh then, bitch. 'Cause until I fall, you're mine. More laughter, and another wave of doubt. She silently decides she'll keep quiet about whatever it is she's got going on, just in case this is something worryingly abnormal.

And for the record, my first command is for you to shut your fuckin' mouth and do as I say, unless I explicitly ask for your input.

The laughter dies instantaneously. Eeriely so. She expected more resistance.

Hildegunde turns her attention back to reality, frowning as Raja goes on. She cares not for binaries or loyalties, and as someone who lived on the outskirts of Seer's Loft relatively sheltered from society at large for the majority of her life, she is at a loss. Nonetheless, she copies the salute, before turning away. Her eyes flick towards the two girls she had accompanied herself with moments ago, but she immediately regrets doing so. Looking away from them now, she turns her attention to her Adapa.

You. Speak.

I'd like a name other than 'you', Fräulein Nachtnabel.

Hildegunde rolls her eyes.

What would you like to be called, then?

She can feel it curl its fiery lips in her mind's eye. Freischütz.

Freischütz. Marksman. Her prime essence. The figure from her fairytales. The one whom, in some accounts, would become a devil himself, after piercing the hearts of his beloveds. One and the same. She almost rolls her eyes a second time.

Okay, Herr Freischütz. Help me with whatever nonsense this faction stuff is.

I know you care not for false binaries, liebe Frau. So I ask instead, not what you believe, but how you'd like to be believed. What reputation do you wish to have? And more importantly, which can you live up to? As a hunter, I think there's one clear choice.

Which is?

That which your Ethos is better suited to.

Sword of Wund. Her heart sways slightly towards Shield of Nero now, if only out of spite. But there is still doubt. Much of her values went one way or another; almost all of which were situational. She might very well turn back and discuss with the others. On the other hand...spending more time with them means the risk of growing attached. Hildegunde can feel Freischütz smile at that thought.

You are dismissed, Herr Freischütz. She reluctantly approaches Ciara and Iraleth, pointing at a carriage.

"You must both be tired. Wanna find the dorms together?"

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I legit couldn't decide so I had to wheel it LMAO

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Hate that wildcard is an option because now I'm here



Also, I cannot imagine Ciara is happy about having another voice in her head.

Echoing ERode's question about Goetia. I'm probably not going to have a post up for a bit because of Life Stuff, but I'll get one up once I can.

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Iraleth behavior.

@ERode

REAL

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And there's my one liner /silly