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OOC. feeling sliiightly better about being on this blog. will probably wipe the slate clean and drop all pre-existing threads, but. starters / asks i havent replied to or written i think can stay. sorry about the impromptu hiatus.
OOC. no replies today either
a kind caring character being kind and caring because they actively choose to be despite their anger and trauma will always be infinitely more compelling and relatable than them just being a pure innocent baby uwu
OOC. im pretty tired today, so it might be a slow reply day.
Posting this again cause the blog has expanded. Snubbie here with a new OC! Support your local chaotic non-binary fae lover by liking or reblogging this post! If you do they might pop up in your universe soon♥
OOC. i posted something like this a long time ago, but you won’t find it now. some of it’s outdated, see.
this is ciela’s scar reference sheet. the colors and corresponding sources are as follows:
red - eye injury / infection
dark teal - battle with ???
brown - riding-related injuries
lavender - raising redd
cyan - blighted nargacuga
green - ???????????
dark purple - blighted ???
fairburned replied to your post: holds out a hand… but not in the way you would…
handful of Ratha Nose.
he will always have pats to spare for ratha……….
“hold my hand
ooh, baby, it’s a long way down to th’ bottom of the river--
hold my hand
ooh, baby, it’s a long way down, a long way down...”
he really felt like such childish games were beneath him, and yet bede still found himself experimentally extending a hand, regardless. if anyone asked, he was going to claim peer pressure. ( it wasn’t like he wanted to do this or anything. )
High fives him!
“s’up, dude!” Her elder brother would be proud.
lxttlest-blue-star:
Well now, an anxious rathalos crashing lunchtime was not exactly what Cornelia was expecting but, as stated, prepared for anything she was, prepared for anything she stayed. Sure enough, the armored hunter had followed behind her footsteps - almost in front, to be completely fair, and made quick work of taking control of the situation, advancing in stride towards the agitated monster. Curse them longer legs!
Now, normally speaking, Cornelia would NOT have recommanded that anyone come near an agitated monster. No matter how agressive they were by nature, it would always be quick for them to jump to agression and difficult to repair any damage done. But, clearly, whoever she was… she was A) armored and B) seemed to know what was going on and C)…
The rathalos was almost a juvie. No wonder it was stinkin’ small. At this age, monsters usually preferred flight to fight. As for what pushed this one to sit in the canteen perfectly still…
Cornelia had no clue, but she chose to let events play out with a semi-bemused expression, standing still when scientists ran away, yelling that the girl had to be a few eggs short of a whole nest, and hunter scampered off to find their weaponry. The canteen cleared relatively fast, safe for the few people who wedged themselves behind the slab of rock normally used to fry food and found themselves unable to run away.
The fallout, when the rathalos was finally calmed, was mostly a whole lot of quiet, and heads poking out from behind ovens, furred or not. The soup-stirring felyne had managed to fall in his pot, unsurprisingly, and was a little singed, but otherwise, was fine, peeking from behind the pot in all of his gooey glory.
Which was when Cornelia took a look to the far right, where the forge actually stood, and where there was a large gathering of armored fellows, TRYING to get their hands on whatever weaponry was readily available. It was perhaps a mosh pit but eventually, all those hunters would come back with their stuff. She let out a sharp squeak, wincing and pointing to the armory with a concerned look that said, very clearly “Yeah, maybe you should take a bit of distance.”
Quite obviously, no one had been warned of the rathalos in question. She gestured to the large, heavy wooden gate that lead out to the jungle, trotting over towards it and slipping through the cracks in the large logs composing it with practiced ease. With a gate between her and the hunters, maybe things would be less… uneasy?
Okay, weapons were being grabbed, and there’s a chance they have access to bowguns out here, so... yeah, the gate’s the best option. She leaps into action; with fluid motions, she hops up to the-- saddle??-- upon Ratha’s back and swings her leg over it, setting herself atop her steed with ease. With a nudge to his sides and a command of “ratha, up!”, the Rathalos spreads his wings and takes off with only a smidge of a start.
Now there’s something you don’t see every day.
After a few quick circles above the canteen to judge the wind currents, Rider and Monster land on the other side of the gate, sending a small puff of dirt up at the creature’s talons. Ciela pats his head again, and Ratha puffs his chest out with pride.
“thanks. we’re not out of the woods yet, but it’s a start.” Beat. “the name’s ciela. as you can see, m’ a rider.”
lxttlest-blue-star:
“Mh-mh!”
Cornelia gave a small hum of aknowledgement as the stranger thanked her for her help - unfortunately, this was the most noise she was getting out of the small redhead for the time being. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to make more noise than that, but she often found communicating at lenght with strangers… difficult. She couldn’t quite place how it came to be, but it simply was, and she’d learned to deal with it.
She turned around briefly to look once more at the stranger girl, shooting her a small grin and pointing to the far right of the port. Not too far from the botanical research center, crowned by a massive tree, a wide, winding staircase rested against the cliff, leading to the higher levels of Astera. She could have taken the crude elevator of sorts, not much more than poles moving along a chain, chugging upwards with the motion of the wheels that the large waterfall pulled along its wake, buuut… They were a bit tricky to get around for newcomers.
Instead, she started hopping up the staircase… and almost slipped when a distant, frightened call reached her ears. Rathalos, if she had to guess. Cornelia froze, whipping around on flexed knees, suddenly very much alert, checking the stranger’s expression for answers. Turned out, she hadn’t lost her rathalos by much, given the proximity of the sound.
“MRFFF!” A muffled grunt was all she shot back to the scared hunter, as good a follow me as any, as she whipped around and booked it upstairs, rushing in the OPPOSITE direction to a few frightened researchers, notes under their elbow and a few sauce stains around their mouth. Seemed they’d been interrupted mid-lunch.
The little hunter-to-be nearly sprang forth from the stairway and onto the canteen floor, stance wide, and ready for anything, not waiting much for the hunter-to-be that she knew, had probably followed.
Ciela darts along at the other’s heels, steeling her expression from panic to determination. She’ll quell the riots before they get far, as long as her monstie is safe. She’s almost faster than Cornelia, despite the difference in armor and the fact that Ci would be more weighed down.
Sure enough, in the center of the canteen is an old-world Rathalos, clearly still young but edging out of adolescence. It bears the scar over its eye that Ciela described, and its breath is coming out in heavy huffs, as if it’s just roared. Which it has. Its posture screams “don’t come near me”, which Ciela promptly ignores.
“NOBODY MOVE!” the Rider orders as she squares her shoulders. She gets stares, cries of “who is that?!” and “are you out of your MIND?”, but she pays them no heed as her footsteps sound along the wood planks. Her body language is strange, but follows with what she’d told the younger girl in that it is nonthreatening.
“easy, ratha, easy, it’s me,” she says, hands up, palms facing the Rathalos. Sure enough, the moment Ratha hears her voice, his body relaxes some, and he cautiously steps across the planks to meet her. He lowers his head, and she pats the side of it, soothing him further. He’s calmed.
Now to deal with the fallout.
lxttlest-blue-star:
“…”
Well this is certainly not the type of greeting she was expecting in reply. Much less for it to be followed by an inquiry of that… odd, nature, which prompted her to take another, more scrutinous look at the young hunter. First thing of note, way too young to be more than apprentice, despite the outrageously good quality armor, of unmistakeable old world make. Likely a gift from whatever master they’d followed to the new world because, most people that came to the world willingly were plenty old to make the trip.
And she was pretty certain that she’d never seen that kid before. Cornelia knew at least distantly mostly everyone in Astera, if there’d been another teenager around, she’d have known! Much less one with a… Rathalos… buddy. She knew Astera attracted the weirdest things from the old world, but this was pushing in the realm of old sea shanties that tell of places people fly on the back of wyverns. Not completely ludicrous, given some of the things she’d seen, but still… weird.
Prompting the question of HOW one even manages to lose a whole rathalos, and from the mildly baffled look on Cornelia’s face, she was really pondering that particular question HARD. Eventually, she just shook her head in reply. No, she’d not seen the missing rathalos.
BUT! And, she didn’t need to say it, having perked up rapidly to gesture at the young one to follow her as she bounced along through the mixture between a marketplace, port and a research center that was Astera’s main area, she did know where to look for one. Plus, she felt generous that day - and helping lost people when you knew the place like the back of your hand felt fairly gratifying.
“thanks, kid,” mumbled offhandedly as the Rider follows behind the other girl. She’s small, Ciela notes, but scarred and tough-looking-- kinda like Ci might appear should she be garbed in clothing that showed the many circular bitescars littering her forearms. Her guide is also full of energy; it’s no issue for Ci to keep up, but it does make trying to talk to her a little challenging.
She doesn’t know where she is, but she can’t shake the feeling it’s someplace she knows of-- maybe from a Hunter she’d met somewhere before.
“yeah, i know it’s an odd question, and the why is equally unsatisfyin’, i’m sorry to say--”
The cry of a frightened wyvern from somewhere a ways away cuts her off. She freezes up, just for a moment, eyes wide.
“that’s him!” She’s gotta find her boy and fast.
excaliburned.
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“ Oh yes, we wouldn’t miss this for the world ! Would we, younger brother ? ”
Sordward is still beaming with pride and excitement that he was going to be able to finally swordfight with an actual human, and it shows in his stride and the fencing sword strapped to his hip. Of course, with one brother, another has to follow, and Shielbert certainly does follow behind with a bag clutched in one hand.
“ Yes, brother, we wouldn’t miss it for anything ! ” Shielbert’s voice chimes in with such exaggerated delight that no fool would ever fully believe it to be true. And yes, whilst he was at least somewhat excited for his brother to be having fun once in a while, it was not the sort of thing he himself enjoyed. Even twins can have their differences, it seemed.
“ Oh, There’s no need to worry over that. ” Sordward waves a hand dismissively as he takes a bow, prompting Shielbert to take a bow in turn and accidentally ignoring Ciela’s hand. “ Armor or not, I will surely be able to win with my skill alone. ”
“ I am Sordward ! Direct descendant to the kings of Galar ! ” His sword is drawn, but he keeps the blade pointed to the ground. “ And it is a pleasure to be duelling you today. ”
Shielbert had managed to scuttle away to the sidelines in the meantime, unpacking the two first aid kits he had brought with him and keeping standby. He’s not taking any chances.
Well, they didn’t shake her hand, but doubtless no actual ill intent was meant. Ciela can tell the, uh, other one isn’t particularly pleased with the events unfolding, so she offers the man a reassuring grin. Well, it would be reassuring if her teeth weren’t so pointy.
“sordward, huh?” Now she turns her attention back to her opponent. “well, not every day i get to fight a blueblood. let’s do this, shall we?”
Once they’re paced properly, she waits for the cue to begin, clawed boot tapping against cold ground. Tap, tap, tap.
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fairburned started following you
Well, it’s not often Cornelia sees people close to her age. Everyone at the comission is either old enough to have applied for shipping to the New world, or… REALLY old. Wyvernian-esque old. Quickly, how DOES one greet a fellow teen?
…They do seem somewhat nice, despite her not knowing much about them. Cornelia’s pretty sure they won’t mind if she improvises something!
“…Pthbl?”
Apparently her improv ended up being “smiling and sticking her tongue out with a little inquisitive buzz”. It’s cute, if anything.
Oh, oh this is unfortunate. Ciela dusts off her armor with a frown as her gaze flits about the area she ended up in. Looks... looks like some kind of Hunter settlement, she can tell that much. Damn wyrmholes. She knows Ratha came with her, but he’s not here in the area, and--
Wait. This is a Hunter settlement. Oh hell.
Stay calm, Paragon, ask around. People probably won’t react poorly if you’re polite. Probably. Ah, a kid! Teen. Whatever. Good place to start.
“h-hey, kid, um-- you seen a rathalos anywhere around here? real small, left eye’s scarred over?” She takes a breath to steady her nerves, because she knows she sounds anxious. “he’s my buddy, see, i need to find him.”
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