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@flirtatioushellraiser
So, I know it's been a bit since I've been on here, but I still plan on replying today.
I owe threads to:
venix-savreux
dreadful-tactics
ylisseanvenom
challengemyfate
and I believe that's it? From what I can see at least. I'll be getting to those hopefully sometime this weekend as now I've got to start getting ready for school and don't have enough time to respond. If I missed any, please tell me.
closed || secondbesttactician
secondbesttactician
Ruairi furrows his brow as he holds the light blue tome in his hands, looking around the camp. This Arcwind was just sitting around unattended, and after watching it for a while with no one showing up, Ruairi finally gave into his feelings and picked up the book, going around to others and asking about it being anyone’s.
So far… nothing. The myrmidon was about to give up in his search… it was probably stupid for him to try anyway. Perhaps he should just put the book back or toss it somewhere…
Meanwhile, Morgan was frantically searching for the same tome. “Where is it? Where is…” Her voice trailed off as she noticed someone with the Arcwind tome in their hands. “Hey! You!”
The tactician strode toward Ruairi, shouting, “Don’t throw that away!” She halted in front of the myrmidon. “Thank Naga! I was looking everywhere for that. I thought someone had thrown it into a fire or something.” She snatched the tome from Ruairi’s hands. “Thanks for finding it.”
At the yelling, Ruairi turns towards the voice, the book raised in his hand. Well, it seemed the owner had found him instead of him finding the owner. This was definitely more convenient at least. When the tome was snatched from his hands, he let out a breath and held his hands up defensively.
"I wasn't about to throw it into a fire. I had found it..." He looks the small tactician over before sighing softly. "Perhaps you should keep better watch on your things, it could have just as easily been stolen as thrown into a fire."
closed || venix-savreux
"In that case this shouldn’t take too long should it?" Venix decided not to waste anymore time talking, opting instead to dash at the arrogant man. Garmr slashing for his head. Time to show Ruairi why he was picked to test him.
Ruairi watches the man carefully, keeping his eyes on him before seeing that he was aiming for his head, immediately raising his sword for a block and aiming a kick forward towards the others stomach. No one said they couldn’t use their hands and feet.
venix-savreux:
Venix jumped away before the kick connected. He’s quick, but not quick enough. He grabs a dagger from the strap on his thigh and charges forward again. This time with two strikes. One aimed at his leg, the other, the slash with his dagger, aimed for his chest.
Ruairi lets out a grunt from taking the kick to his leg before using the momentum of it to let him step back and dodge the slice with the dagger. Well, this boy seemed just as likely to hurt him as the myrmidon would do to him...
After the dodge, he raised his sword for a quick sideways slash from the left side of his body to the right, hoping to slice his chest, his left hand held back a bit to be ready in the case of a counterattack.
"You have three choices: run, hide… or die."
Kiara glares at the man as he gives her a warning, her lips tipping down. Whatever reason he has for threatening her had better be legitimate because she wasn’t going to be intimidated by some stranger. he tactician simply stares him down, her hand drifting back to rest on the hilt of her sword.
"Threatening people is rude.” she says as her fingers wrap around the grip of her weapon, "Didn’t your mother teach you any manners?"
A smile appears on his lips as he looks her over. This woman was ready to strike him… that made it all the more fun. Keeping her in suspense for a few more moments, hopefully making it so her guard drops, he dashes forward quickly, his sword raised to guard but also prepared to slash. Once he’s close enough to her he strikes out towards her, hoping to hit some part of her before she’s prepared to block.
dreadful-tactics:
Her sword connect with his as she swings it to counter his strike, tightening her grip on the hilt so it doesn’t simply fly out of her hand. The force of his attack her rock back and so, she takes a step back to balance herself. Kiara turns her wrist, stepping forward and bring her sword back around fairly quickly.
He had a lot of force in his swing…and he had moved his arm rather quickly to do so as well. If she didn’t react once his arm moved, she wouldn’t be able to deflect anything he did. She needed to keep up with him for now….at least until she came up with a method to disarm him.
Ruairi smirks as he looked over the tactician. Well, she was rather quick on the draw... she was able to block his strike, however... how long could she keep that up for? He prided himself on his speed, among other things, and there was only so much other people could take before they gave in or died.
He waved his sword at her for a moment, thinking before reaching out to strike her quickly before suddenly pulling it back, almost teasing her with the danger. The myrmidon smiled at her before urging her forward.
"Don't you want this to be fun? Let's turn this into a fun little dance..."
❂ ((*wink*))
4. Every command your muse gives, my muse must comply, for four days.
"You can’t be serious."
Ruairi shrugs a bit now and looks the other myrmidon over before smiling a bit. Family, brother that left and family she left behind. That was definitely something…
"So, for a question I believe will be much harder to answer… why do you have such an aversion to me?"
He turns his body now so he’s facing her before his arms slide around her and pull her close, Ruairi pressing his forehead to hers. “Don’t forget that you’re not allowed to hit me~”
Yvette lets out a yelp as she’s pulled close to him, blinking at the sudden sight of his face so close to his. She places a hand on his chest, almost as if to separate them some, though that’s not exactly how most would take it…
"An aversion to you?"
Yvette did have to think about this, and it didn’t help that he was so damn close. Already, the blush was growing on her face, before she found her answer.
"Because you do shit like this, that’s why."
Ruairi snorts and touches her chin softly with his index finger before pulling away, keeping his arm around her shoulders.
"You're cute when you blush. Besides, I like to think the shit I do is rather fun. I mean, it gets some sort of reaction out of you other than 'I'm pissed at the world and everyone in it, don't touch me', which is rather attractive. But still."
He pulls away from her shoulders before offering his hands to her. "Dance with me. Yeah, yeah, 'no music'. The truly amazing dancers don't need music, just a beautiful, blushing woman."
❂ ((*wink*))
4. Every command your muse gives, my muse must comply, for four days.
"You can’t be serious."
"They just let you leave? Well that’s… interesting, I suppose."
Weren’t people normally protective of their family? At least, parents? From what he could remember, there was nothing about his parents. Only the several siblings he had to take care of…
"No other family, then? I would ask if you had a sister, but you’re cute enough for me."
Yvette raises an eyebrow. "Yes, they just let me leave. I was ready to go. My father had taught me everything that he could. Is that such a problem?"
At the question and the following comment, the myrmidon lets out a sigh. "I have a brother, Samael. He left before I did. I haven’t seen him in years. Besides him, no other family."
Ruairi shrugs a bit now and looks the other myrmidon over before smiling a bit. Family, brother that left and family she left behind. That was definitely something...
"So, for a question I believe will be much harder to answer... why do you have such an aversion to me?"
He turns his body now so he's facing her before his arms slide around her and pull her close, Ruairi pressing his forehead to hers. "Don't forget that you're not allowed to hit me~"
closed || venix-savreux
"Then you shouldn’t have any trouble finishing this quickly, right?" The guy was clearly impatient. "If you’re so good at what you do, then why are they wasting both of our time?" Venix draws Garmr, looking at the man in front of him.
"Unless, they aren’t as sure of you as you think."
"No, I’m rather sure. I just haven’t been around for a while… they believe I’ve gotten rusty for whatever reason. And boy, is that extremely untrue."
Ruairi unsheathes his blade now, shaking his head some. This boy was cocky… he wanted to get this over with as soon as he could. There was no telling what this one even wanted… would they notice if one of their own was missing after they’ve been sent off with Ruairi…?
There was always the option of making up the excuse of Risen… their bodies disappear. No one would know the truth…
"In that case this shouldn’t take too long should it?" Venix decided not to waste anymore time talking, opting instead to dash at the arrogant man. Garmr slashing for his head. Time to show Ruairi why he was picked to test him.
Ruairi watches the man carefully, keeping his eyes on him before seeing that he was aiming for his head, immediately raising his sword for a block and aiming a kick forward towards the other's stomach. No one said they couldn't use their hands and feet.
"You have three choices: run, hide… or die."
Kiara glares at the man as he gives her a warning, her lips tipping down. Whatever reason he has for threatening her had better be legitimate because she wasn’t going to be intimidated by some stranger. he tactician simply stares him down, her hand drifting back to rest on the hilt of her sword.
"Threatening people is rude.” she says as her fingers wrap around the grip of her weapon, "Didn’t your mother teach you any manners?"
Ruairi lets out a chuckle now as she brandishes her blade, withdrawing his sword completely now and pointing it towards her. This woman would definitely be fun…
"Glad to hear you’re a good sport, playing along with my games… if I do happen to draw blood, I apologize. Blades are sharp, yes?"
He readies his stance, looking over the woman and waiting for her reaction. She would likely wait for him to move forward… but it would be best to see where this went first.
Kiara wastes no time in charging at the man. A bit risky on her part but she wanted to get this little scuffle over with. She didn’t know whether he had some trick up his sleeve…or whether this would prove more difficult than she anticipated. With a sharp intake of breath, she switches the side her sword is angled on. Now holding it one hand, she’s now positioned it so she can pull it across her torso and maybe strike him. She wasn’t very sure if her intention was to harm him or not….but if she ended up drawing blood, she certain wouldn’t feel too bad about it.
A smile appears on his lips as he looks her over. This woman was ready to strike him... that made it all the more fun. Keeping her in suspense for a few more moments, hopefully making it so her guard drops, he dashes forward quickly, his sword raised to guard but also prepared to slash. Once he's close enough to her he strikes out towards her, hoping to hit some part of her before she's prepared to block.
The manakete walked along the camp before blinking as the blue haired man came into sight. Almost immediately, she dashed forward, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. "Ruairi!"
Ruairi had been looking around the camp, wondering who or what could be around, when suddenly, arms were flung around him. His first instinct would have normally been to push away and reject whoever this was, but when he heard the voice and looked down… a smile came to his face.
There were a lot of feelings here… happiness, sadness, even the urge to hug and kiss. Though, for now, he just wrapped his arms around her in return. Feelings of apprehension welled up inside of him, but he ignored them.
"… Nah. It’s so good to see you again. Did you miss me?"
"Then let’s go somewhere, hm? Out to eat, for a walk, to your tent, something… I’m open to anything you’d like to do, my love."
He tilts her chin up now so he can look into her eyes, smiling at them. She was happy, but… likely still suspicious. He’d have to dispel that soon… or else Nah wouldn’t be too happy with him anymore. Suddenly his face contorts a bit in pain and he moves his arms from around her slowly, putting a hand to his face and taking a slight step back.
Whatever this pain was… he had to push it down. Do something to it before…
"Nah…" His lips moves almost on their own. "P-Please…"
Nah let out a soft happy hum as she shrugged. "We can do anything you wa-"
It was then that she saw the pain come over Ruairi’s face, and she immediately frowned in concern as his arms left her. What was going on? He then spoke, and the voice sounded… different somehow.
"Please what, Ruairi? Are you okay?"
Ruairi manages to shoot her a pleading glance before he puts his head down completely, both hands covering his face now as he took a few deep breaths. The idiot would cause this manakete’s own demise if he didn’t stop… as it seemed he was finally in control once more, he lets out a shaky chuckle as his hands slide from his face and he looks back to her.
"Ah… sorry, sweetheart… just a wound acting up…"
There was no doubt he would notice the change in his voice, but… he plastered a smile on his face anyway and moved a bit towards her, a bead of sweat sliding down his face. It was definitely taking some effort to keep the nuisance down…
"What are you staring at?"
In truth, Ruairi had been staring at this girl. She was… odd. It might have been the distinct smell of wet dog that started coming out of nowhere, but… this was a good odd.
Smiling at her, he takes a slight bow. “My dear lady, I was staring at you. Such a beautiful flower out here in this deadly world. May I ask what it is you’re doing out here? I’m in no way calling you delicate, I am merely curious.”
Best not to mention the smell of wet dog right now.
"Ah, now see, if I was afraid of any females cussing at me, I’d likely not be here at all, don’t you think?" He lets out a sigh before smiling at her now, bowing slightly.
"Ruairi Gwenwyn, at your service. Could I kindly ask your name now?" Well, this one would prove to be an interesting case… she was very stubborn and didn’t like him much. But little did she know, he was likely just as stubborn.
Good thing spirits got a few traits from their vessels.
" Kai. Now I hate to ask this twice of ye, but would you kindly PISS OFF."
It was more of a command than a question. She could have honestly cared less who this joker was because he was really starting to annoy her. A smile and a curtsy wouldn’t be enough to win her over.
She gave an irritated huff as she crossed his arms, hoping he would take heed of her warning and go away. Should he persist, the shewolf would have to finally show her fangs.
Boy, was she persistent with getting him to leave. Ruairi lets out a soft sigh now and puts a hand on his forehead before sliding his hand through his hair. How to approach this...?
"I would like to point out that I'm required to be here as much as you are. So either deal with me being here or... well, don't. I don't really mind so much either way."
He shrugs now before looking over the woman once more. "I would also like to point out I didn't openly compliment your name, though I do like it. I'll tone it down for you some if you'd like that instead?"
Tell the mun what you think of them and their portrayal of the muse.
They have to publish it without commenting.
♞ [Hello yes I'm terrible with starters]
"You make me feel like I’m not good enough."
The first words that came from the man’s mouth as he sees the manakete. Those memories flooded back to him and just… a little piece broke through.
Great. Now what was he supposed to say to her? The myrmidon didn’t even know how to explain that outburst…
The manakete just stared with her mouth hanging slightly open. She hadn’t seen Ruairi in a while— and to have this to be the first thing he says…
The dragon girl bit her lip for a second before approaching the male and pulling him towards herself in an almost motherly-like hug.
"Come here. Why are you saying such things, hm?"
Ruairi's eyes widened for a moment before he wraps his arms back around her, thoroughly unsure of what to say to her or how to react. This was... not going well already.
"I don't know." It was the least he could do to answer her honestly... especially since he didn't know a way out of this.
Librarian + 167 ((also both can go to anyone you like))
(he’s getting Morria)
The elemental gem lay on the ground before the man. Little did he know tampering with it would break a very old seal, one long since forgotten. As it was moved a light flashed around the room. As it faded a woman stood in the center. She held two massive blades, one in each hand. Her eyes opened and she stared at the man, a demonic grin coming to her face.
Ruairi leaned against a wall, bored and waiting for this person to get over whatever it was they were doing. Being hired as a bodyguard normally was pretty interesting, but... why now was it boring?
When the light flashed, Ruairi's attention immediately snapped towards the center, finally focusing on what was happened. And now.. there was a woman there, obviously dangerous. She looked almost as demonic as he felt some days.
Immediately, Ruairi withdrew his sword, moving forward. "Looks like we're in for a hell of a fight..."
❂ ((*wink*))
4. Every command your muse gives, my muse must comply, for four days.
"You can’t be serious."
"Well, that’s adorable. Most people who travel around ask to be called mercenary’s. Though I suppose I understand, I traveled around quite a bit as well for coin… still a myrmidon as well."
Ruairi blinks now and slides a hand through his hair. Well, he wasn’t expecting to actually talk about himself… was that even him talking? Or did the other inside actually like this woman…? Hmm…
"Why did you leave Ferox?"
"Because it was time to go."
The myrmidon let out a sigh. That was a good reason, to her, but the man would most likely ask her to elaborate. "I grew out of my parents’ household. I knew everything I had to know to survive on my own. So I left. They wished me well, and off I went."
"They just let you leave? Well that's... interesting, I suppose."
Weren't people normally protective of their family? At least, parents? From what he could remember, there was nothing about his parents. Only the several siblings he had to take care of...
"No other family, then? I would ask if you had a sister, but you're cute enough for me."
The manakete walked along the camp before blinking as the blue haired man came into sight. Almost immediately, she dashed forward, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. "Ruairi!"
Ruairi had been looking around the camp, wondering who or what could be around, when suddenly, arms were flung around him. His first instinct would have normally been to push away and reject whoever this was, but when he heard the voice and looked down… a smile came to his face.
There were a lot of feelings here… happiness, sadness, even the urge to hug and kiss. Though, for now, he just wrapped his arms around her in return. Feelings of apprehension welled up inside of him, but he ignored them.
"… Nah. It’s so good to see you again. Did you miss me?"
"See? Good girl…" He whisper softly, holding her close to him and looking around. As long as she didn’t get too curious, perhaps he wouldn’t have to do anything to her…
"Do you want to spend time with me, darling?"
"Of course." Nah replied, smiling and pressing close to him. "Why wouldn’t I want to spend time with my favorite myrmidon? Especially since we’ve been away from each other for so long… A lot has happened, you know? So yes, I wanna spend time with you!"
"Then let's go somewhere, hm? Out to eat, for a walk, to your tent, something... I'm open to anything you'd like to do, my love."
He tilts her chin up now so he can look into her eyes, smiling at them. She was happy, but... likely still suspicious. He'd have to dispel that soon... or else Nah wouldn't be too happy with him anymore. Suddenly his face contorts a bit in pain and he moves his arms from around her slowly, putting a hand to his face and taking a slight step back.
Whatever this pain was... he had to push it down. Do something to it before...
"Nah..." His lips moves almost on their own. "P-Please..."
closed || valkyrie-reina
valkyrie-reina
There was… darkness. That was all Ruairi could see. A fierce heat was flowing through his body, unsure of what it was at first he focused before letting out a shout of pain, feeling every nerve burning, twisting, hurting.
He had no idea where he was, no idea what was happening, and no inclination at all of what was going to happen to him. His only hopes were that there was a healer nearby… else, he would abandon this body soon.
Wandering. That’s all Reina had been doing, wandering around on her mount Bastian.
Looking over the calm landscape, something dark caught her eye, it was a person -presumably a man- hunched over.
Reina’s first instinct was to rush over and help, but something held her back, perhaps this person wouldn’t take kindly to her interfering. She weighed her options and decided to instead to help him —she would deal with the punishment later on.
"Hiya!” She snapped at Bastian’s reigns and in turn the white mare galloped forward until he neared the stranger. Rei tugged at her mount’s reigns making him stop and she dismounted.
"Are you okay” She grabbed her psychic staff as she spoke.
At finally hearing the voice, Ruairi latches onto that and focuses, groaning and shaking his head. There was still only the darkness, but... it was a female voice. There seemed to be a mount with her, and... oh, it didn't matter, he just wanted this pain to leave!
"H-Heal... me..." He manages to gasp out, panting some. It was demanding, yes, but... what else was to be expected? There was no clear direction the pain was coming from so he could only hope this woman could heal him from whatever position he was in.
"You have three choices: run, hide… or die."
Kiara glares at the man as he gives her a warning, her lips tipping down. Whatever reason he has for threatening her had better be legitimate because she wasn’t going to be intimidated by some stranger. he tactician simply stares him down, her hand drifting back to rest on the hilt of her sword.
"Threatening people is rude.” she says as her fingers wrap around the grip of her weapon, "Didn’t your mother teach you any manners?"
"My mother taught me a lot of things, however, she’s not exactly… alive anymore. So I like to think her teachings were exactly the best."
Hell, Ruairi was in a bad mood. Everything was just bothering him, so… now that he’d found a target, he planned on having some fun with her. Everything inside of him was screaming not to, but he ignored it, unsheathing his sword some and showing the blade off some. If she wanted a fight, he’d certainly take her up on it.
The tactician watches as the stranger shows off a little bit of his weapon, earning a fixed look from her. She wasn’t one to fight unnecessarily but she had clearly been threatened and if she turned now to leave, she knows that her wouldn’t allow her to. So, rather than wasting time with small talk, Kiara completely unsheathes her blade and brandishes it.
"Really now?…that’s such a shame."
His foul attitude had only served to put her on edge. She wasn’t about to back down now, not when he had already made it clear that his intent was to fight her.
Ruairi lets out a chuckle now as she brandishes her blade, withdrawing his sword completely now and pointing it towards her. This woman would definitely be fun...
"Glad to hear you're a good sport, playing along with my games... if I do happen to draw blood, I apologize. Blades are sharp, yes?"
He readies his stance, looking over the woman and waiting for her reaction. She would likely wait for him to move forward... but it would be best to see where this went first.
