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total skill points 8 -> 9! heavy armour rank up! e -> e+ from monthly activity check
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@luxaltare
july activity check; passed!
total skill points 8 -> 9! heavy armour rank up! e -> e+ from monthly activity check
cold wind to valhalla
“A rally…?” She mumbles to herself, looking down as she considers their options. There was one risky play floating around in her mind. Maybe Lene wouldn’t wanna go with it, but— she had a pretty good feeling. “Hey, Lene! Girls like us, we know the use of an underhanded tactic or two, right?” The thief tightens her grip on her sword, pointing it towards Sakura instead.
Patty 7/7HP critically hits Sakura 7/7HP with Iron Sword [Roll: 20; -3HP, Sakura 4/7HP]
“In Judgral they don’t really teach us to play fair, ya know? So ya can protect each other if ya wanna, or we can make this a real fight to remember! Whaddaya say?” She flashes a grin at Lene, nudging her with her elbow. “We gotta go down swingin’, right?”
@luxaltare !
Lene clutches her side as Patty darts forth, a blaze of cheer and gumption. If Sakura is intent on rallying Sephiran then Patty's decision is shrewd and clever. It pays off, too - the just thief strikes with such speed and precision it leaves Sakura reeling.
"We go down swinging indeed! Though I might need a little help getting through this, Patty." Lene adjust the grip on her sword but she's already struggling to stand upright. Her wounds ache like fire but she's got to put her all into it. Like Patty said, go down swinging. With a flourish of her wrist, dancer makes her way towards Sakura and whips her sword out as fast as she can. "Eat this, Sakura. You're not taking me down that easily!"
Lene 2.5/8.5 HP uses Ignis against Sakura 4/7 HP. Roll d20: 2! Barely Hit! -0.5 damage + 0.5 from Ignis Sakura has 3/7 HP remaining
"Who's wounds need healing now, eh? Ouch, yeah still me." She'd thrown herself at Sakura a little too wildly and almost missed her entirely. She sticks her tongue out mockingly, at least she isn't out of this just yet. "Now stop picking on me Sakura or I'll get really, really mad!"
It's a jest of course - she'd signed up for this and would never wish any real harm to sweet Sakura. Yet, if it stayed her hand a little, Lene would be grateful.
cold wind to valhalla
The match started without her notice and as soon as she faced the two girls, she immediately noticed they both targeted her partner, Lord Sephiran: swiftly, the blondish girl swung her sword at him, hitting and making him quiver a little. Soon after, even Lene decided to aim towards the clergy man, landing a powerful hit as well –she was a good swordswoman, Sakura knew it for sure.
“Are you alright Lord Sephiran?” she chirped as she drew closer to him, but in response, he raised the staff in his hand and powerfully attacked the green-haired girl, unleashing a potent ability that even Sakura wasn’t aware of: she was baffled and as he turned to cheer her up, he magically healed up a little too.
He’s truly amazing.. Sakura thought to herself as she saw the whole sequence of actions, but as she turned to face the enemy, she encountered Lene’s gaze, who was teasing her with the most radiant smile the petite princess saw, perfectly knowing she wanted the best for her, even in a situation like that.
“I’ll do my best, I have to help Lord Sephiran too!” she picked the bow in her hands and she stretched the bowstring as she proceeded in her speech, “Please, let me treat your wounds after the event is over!” and she aimed at Lene, who was standing right in front of her and apparently has got a small wounds on her arm.
Sakura hits Lene 7/8.5 HP with Iron Bow [Roll: 19, -1.5HP; Lene 5.5/8HP]
She saw her stumble a little, but she couldn’t run for her: they were enemies now. “We won’t surrender so easily” she exchanged a quick glance at Sephiran, then returned to Lene, “I’ll do the best I can Lene, I’ll make you proud”
@luxaltare @lockpicnic for you c:
“Aaw— thanks, Lene! Maybe sometime we can team up again!” Though it sounds as if she means in battle, there was a tiny part of her that hoped Lene would maybe teach her how to dance as beautifully as her. It was a bit unfair that the dancer was so graceful at everything she did, but then again, she was thankful to have her on the same side instead of having to fight against her!
There’s a pause before her next attack, giving Lene a quick glance to make sure she’s alright after being targeted by the enemy, though not wanting to worry too much. She’s sure from their banter that Sephiran and Sakura aren’t taking it that seriously that they would hurt her. “I did start it, but no offence taken, right? It’s all for fun! But hey, I’ll make it up to you two by makin’ us somethin’ to eat after we’re done!”
Patty 7/7HP hits Sephiran 5.5/7HP with Iron Sword [Roll: 13, -1.5HP; Sephiran 4/7HP]
“Almost got one down, Lene! Let’s give ‘em a show!”
@luxaltare give 'em the ol one two!
“Aw Sakura, I was being nice too,” Lene sticks her tongue out as an arrow comes her way. It’s a good, solid shot though and despite being in the receiving end of it, the dancer beams with pride. Seeing the rose haired cleric fight with confidence warms her heart. “Good shot, but I’m on a mission.”
“I’ll see if done, Patty. Sorry Mr Sephiran, I’m in this to win!”
Lene 5.5/8.5 HP attacks Sephiran 4/7 HP with Iron Sword
Roll d20: 16! Hit! 1.5 damage
Sephiran has 2.5 HP remaining
The healer is almost down for the count. He won’t last much longer against their swordfaire but her own side aches from their attacks. It’s going to be a hard fought battle, a war of attrition. But for Patty’s sake, Lene is determined to hold strong.
cold wind to valhalla
“Wahoo! It’s time to start fightin’! Ya ready, Lene!?” She holds onto her sword with a loose grip, giving it a playful swing. Originally she had been just a bit bummed that she wasn’t able to represent her own family’s blood, but then she realized…Heim’s family name was shared by Julia and Julius (though, she highly doubts any blood of Naga could survive inside those venomous veins—), which in itself made her feel so much more powerful. Even without a light tome in hand, she would be sure to make any Crusader proud!
Once again she turns to the dancer, a confident smile on her face. “I say we take out the healer first— whaddaya say?” Her sword is raised to point towards Sephiran, and without waiting for the go-ahead she leaps into her first attack.
Patty 7/7HP hits Sephiran 7/7HP with Iron Sword [Roll: 12, -1.5HP; Sephiran 5.5/7HP]
“Ha— let’s show ‘em who’s boss!”
@luxaltare !
"Wow, way to start us off Patty. I'll do my best to make you proud," whilst she had no connection to Saint Heim herself, he was the leader of the crusaders of old. Dear sweet Julia's ancestor, it was an honour to battle under his flag. A lofty reputation to live up to but all she could really offer was her best. "That sounds like a good tactic, I'll follow up!"
It isn't simply strategy though that leads her to strike at Sephiran. It's nothing he has done, she doesn't know him well but he works for the church and seems nice enough. Aloof, maybe, but she held him no ill will. Her eyes meet Sakura's though and after all they went through together, Lene is grateful for an excuse to stay her hand for the time being. Should fortune favour the pair of them, she knows she'll have to face her friend eventually but for now, she can focus her attention away from Sakura's gentle eyes and warm smile.
"Hi Sakura! Mr Sephiran, sir! Let's all do our best and celebrate after, yeah?" Her gaze lands on the tall, waif-like man as she adjust her grip on her swords hilt. It's now or never. Lene hopes striking a holy man like this won't earn her some divine wrath somewhere down the line. It's not like she's trying to seriously hurt him but she mumbles a quick prayer to Bragi before dashing forward, sword aloft as she swings. "Sorry mister, this isn't personal!"
Lene 8.5/8.5 HP attacks Sephiran 5.5/7 HP with Iron Sword. Roll d20: 10! Hit. -1.5 damage Sephiran has 4/7 HP remaining. Cannot counter.
Maybe she does hesitate a little. Lene has never really relished battle but has learned to accept it's necessity and maybe even enjoy a little friendly sparring with others. It keeps her body nimble for her dancing at least. Despite her unwillingness to really hurt him, she lands a solid hit that makes him stumble backwards slightly. So far, they had the upper hand.
"We are the dream team Patty! Sakura, I don't expect you to go easy on me. Although if you really want to..." Lene laughs lightly, holding her hand out for Patty to high five. "I won't complain! I'm kidding of course. You shine brightest when you give it your all, Sakura. We can all laugh about this later."
@gentlenekomata OR @thelightofcreation
end of the line — team ten gold round
The relief soon disappeared from her lips as soon as she realized the enemy wasn’t done and now began to summon some other creature with the horrible staff holding in its right skeleton hand: few enigmatic words and suddenly, something collapsed off from its main body, an horrific shape which resembled some strange nightmare you could only find in the deepest part of the undead realm – and now it was standing there, approaching Diamant with a slow pace, but firm enough to actually hit him with a severe smash of its mucous of what seemed like a hand.
Sakura got paralyzed from fear as she eyed the monstrous creature, seeing another one has summoned not long after the first one, aiming once again at the poor red-haired man, who incredibly resisted the several attacks of the enemies. Yet, he did nothing to contrast them, nothing he could do in such form, Sakura thought, as she tried to approach the suffering ally.
Luckily for them, Arval thought the same thing and as soon as he could, he cast a spell over Diamant, who slowly recovered a normal complexion and eventually turned towards Larcei, probably hoping she could do exactly the same amount of damage she did before, just to end all that suffering and incredible consequences of those events.
Sakura, standing right next to him, granting some support since he almost fainted due to the last attack, utterly felt the horrible feeling spreading from Diamant’s body and without saying a word, she turned to face that horrible enemy, ready to cancel that inexplicable smug on its face.
Sakura 7.5/10HP hits Golden Lich 15/15HP with Fortify [Roll: 7 - 4 = 3; +1(+2) = -3HP, Golden Lich 12/15HP] Golden Lich 12/15HP counters with Echoing Groan [Roll: 5 + 1 = 6; -5HP, Sakura 2.5/10HP]
The rise of the staff was enough for the Lich to immediately counter-attack her, emitting a terrible groan from its mouth, who caught Sakura off guard and it made the little princess fell on her knees once again, this time the staff didn’t do much to sustain her.
“I must..resist” she forced herself to stand, but the toxic cloud hovering all over her body immediately penetrated her lungs, making her cough copiously.
Sakura is damaged by Poison Gas [-1HP, Sakura 1.5/10HP] Poison Gas: Speed, Avoid and Dexterity are decreased by 1. [Total: -2 spd, -2 avo, -2 dex]
Her body felt weaker and weaker, the resistance she had at the beginning of the battle was slowly fading away, connecting her more with the material and origins of that filthy enemy –death. She wasn’t ready for this, she wasn’t going to last longer than this, but she still hoped her beloved girls would do everything in their power to stop the enemy from causing any ulterior harm to the group.
“I’m counting on you…Lene…Larcei” once again, the honorific names worn off and that meant just one thing: she grew fond of them too.
go girlssss @luxaltare @swiftscion
Something is very wrong with Lene. She notices as soon as the Lich's attack catches her in the chest and suddenly she no longer feels as if she needs to breathe. The toxic smog no longer has any effect on her at all but her body feels as if it's not her own anymore.
It doesn't move right, too slow and sluggish. The pallor of her skin confirms her worst fears - she's become the living dead.
Which makes it harder to support her allies. Their resistance is no longer shared between them, she's now left as the only one with any capacity to withstand the Lich's attacks. That realisation leaves her suddenly feeling very, very cold and alone. Without any way to force the enemy to target her, her stomach drops. She cannot bring herself to watch any of them fall. Not again, it's been such a long, long time stuck in these trials and Lene is exhausted. Spent. Too tired to watch another friend fall.
Her heart aches but she can't give in to despair. Not now, not ever. Besides - maybe there's someone who can help.
"Hey Arval! Sorry about before, are you feeling alright?" Lene winces slightly at the thought of their previous fight. How their foe had compelled them all to attack Arval, one after another before coming to and seeing what they had done. She would understand if they didn't wish to help her anymore but it's worth a shot. "Care to dance with me? It's a lot of fun and really boosts your energy!"
Lene starts first, showing her willingness to lead them. Her usual confidence when dancing has been replaced by a dragging awkwardness of her limbs though. It's as if her body resists her efforts to really dance, to put all her love and care for the four of them into her movements. Will it be enough?
Lene uses Refresh on Arval!
"Sorry, I can do better that. Y'know when I'm not undead or whatever," she tries to crack a joke. It seems like she's done just enough, even with her body's limitations. "Think you can limber me up a bit, buddy? Being a corpse bride isn't really my vibe. I'm more use to you guys alive!"
@centrifugalcycle
end of the line — team ten gold round
Arval is damaged by Poison Gas [-0.5 HP, Arval 9.5/10 HP] Poison Gas : Speed, Avoid and Dexterity are decreased by 1.
Consciousness came in shards, aligning into no grand picture but a blurred out thing of shapes and sizes and washed out colours. Immediately, they choked. On the remnants of the scream scraping their throat, on the tremor of their limbs from a fear still frozen in their blood, on the withering in their lungs.
It was a blessing they had a horse once again, as they could shield their face in the armour plates, uncaring if the edges left nicks across their cheeks.
(Land of Decay Roll : 3) Arval is healed by Bond [+1 HP, Arval 10/10 HP]
Arval was fine. A little scuffed around the edges, a little ashen in their face, but after near jerking off their horse when they realised it was skeletal, they let themself dissect their surroundings into chunks processed with a methodology that almost felt cold. It was a comfort, to retreat into a practical habit.
At the very least, realising their undead horse would not be harmed by the miasma was a small weight off their chest.
The air wasn't right, obviously, with the toxins, but Arval had grown fond of signs of life so their absence was jarring, a mockery of a lifeless plain because that creature was far from dead but far from the living.
To heal was to sustain life, well, Arval had a morbid curiosity of what would happen if the spell was casted on a being that seemed to be neither dead nor alive. A corpse would find no grace in healing. The cast was simple, whilst they had done it no harm yet, Arval was not keen to accidentally grant a boon to their enemy who would hold no such kindness for them.
Arval 10/10 HP uses Recover on Golden Lich 15/15 HP** [Roll : 8, -4 HP, Golden Lich 11/15 HP**]
Arval felt when the spell landed, and where there should have been relief for the creature it became warped and writhed, mutating itself into something with claws that would rend. It was unsettling, to see their own magic twist without their intent.
Golden Lich 11/15 HP** counters with Echoing Grown [Roll = 4 - 3 = 1, -0 HP, Arval 10/10 HP] Miss!
Arval scarcely dodged the counter, fairly certain it was their steed who made the movement to spare them from the impact.
"It's not alive, not in the way we are." Arval realised then, there was a distance as they had to raise their voice to let it carry to the others. They hadn't intended to leave a rift. "It's vulnerable to healing, it felt as if it was...rejecting it and tearing itself up in the process."
@gentlenekomata @swiftscion @luxaltare
Lene has never wielded a bow before but she supposes now is as good a time to start learning as ever. After all, it's in her hands now. She takes heed of Arval's words but there is no healing magic in her repertoire, so Lene decides to try the next best thing. To focus it down with a combat art instead.
Lene (10/10 HP) attacks Golden Lich (11/15 HP**) with Deadeye Roll d20: 1! Miss! Combat Art not activated. Golden Lich counters with Echoing Groan Roll d20: 18! -3 damage reduced to 0 by Lene's resistance.
It's a hell of a lot harder than Febail always made it look. Her arrow drops to ground like a stone and her cheeks burn crimson. It rears back, attempting to cast it's spell on her. But with the slightest movement of her shield, Lene blocks it's attack entirely and steps away with a smirk.
Far from her finest work but she's still entirely whole at the end of it. She's not entirely useless, either, being able to share her resistance to the foe's attacks to her teammates. A hit or two would have been nice, to prove she can fight too but... as long as she isn't a burden to the others, she's glad to be there for them.
"That all you've got? At least I can dance!" Maybe she should stick to that in future, she thinks to herself.
Immune Status! Posion Bog inflicts -1 spd, -1 avo and - 1 dex
@swiftscion or @gentlenekomata
june activity check; passed
total skill points: 6 -> 8 skill rank up! authority d -> c from monthly activity & arena skill learned: rally speed, rally blessing class unlocked: tactician
through fortune and flame we fall | team ten silver round
She couldn’t even make it to properly reply to Diamant’s praise, that a sudden numb sensation hit her mind and her body, a whole new feeling that almost made the petite princess flinched for a moment.
All players are Brainwashed.
A moment ago, she was happily talking with Arval, smiling and cheering for them as she was truly happy to be able to support them and the whole team, but then, literally a minute later, her mind became fuzzy and the vision blurred: she wasn’t sure whether Arval and the others were inflicted by that strange sensation as well, but one thing was for sure –she felt awfully controlled by something much stronger than her and that feeling was dreadfully horrible for her, since she didn't even feel the capacity to not turn down the fleeting sensation of fighting. It wasn’t her, it wasn’t her fault, it wasn’t her desire.
The nearest person were Arval. She blinked once, twice, then shook her head and tried to speak, but as soon as she opened her mouth, a sudden movement started from their arms, pulling out a small weapon but with a very sharp form.
Arval 10/10HP hits Sakura 10/10HP with Candlelight [Roll: 5; -1.5(+1res) = -0.5HP, Sakura 9.5/10HP] Sakura 9.5/10HP counters with Exorcism [Roll: 11; -6(+1res) = -5HP, Arval 5/10HP]
It was so sudden she didn’t even collected her thoughts to express the sorrowful feeling she felt as she finished her attack: as they hit her with the acuminate weapon, she reflexively counter-attacked with the tome she was holding not so long before. They hit each other, she hit them hard and as soon as she stopped the action, she felt the pain coming right through her heart.
“I…” she desperately searched for words, though they did not come to her mouth until later. She even got a little time to rest a little, to recover from the little scratch they made her; maybe they felt the affection stronger than the urge to obey the disarming feeling of constriction put by the enemy.
Sakura 9.5/10HP is healed by Bond and Renewal [+3HP, Sakura 10/10HP]
But she did not stop and she wasn’t alone in doing so: soon after the pink-haired girl paused from her attack, Lene dashed in between them, violently hitting the poor Arval and leaving them almost lifeless, since the blow was so brutal that it made the Prayer Ring activate and it miraculously saved the life of the white-haired man. But again, she did not stop. The craving was far more potent, her will was far more impotent, but deep in her heart, something flickered and actually managed to fight against that sensation, as if her whole body, her whole mind and soul were forcing themselves to stop the uncommon clash against her beloved companion.
Sakura 10/10HP misses Arval 0.5/10HP with Exorcism [Roll: 1; -0HP, Arval 0.5/10HP] Arval 0.5/10HP counters with Candlelight [Roll: 9; -2.5(+1res) = -1.5HP, Sakura 8.5/10HP] Sakura is no longer Brainwashed!
She managed to throw the tome on the ground, preventing any other actions to be fulfilled: yet, unluckily for her, the trigger was already activated in Arval’s mind and they did respond with a slightly powerful hit than before, though always keeping the eye contact with her, as if they tried to maintain the sanity within their bonding to each other. Their gaze actually helped the petite princess to regain consciousness and as soon as she realized it, she started to cry, copiously, falling to her knees and bursting into tears as she realized they were both still alive.
“I’m so sorry Arval, I promise I won’t hurt you anymore..!” and saying so, she felt somewhat more fragile and sensible, as if she was temporarily incapacitated of acting as she has done so far.
Sakura and all other ‘enemies’ are now inflicted with Bind.
@luxaltare @heriteur @swiftscion lets pray for something better
Lene (7/10 HP) recovers +2 HP from Amaterasu (Sakura) and Bond (Arval)
The pounding in her head is relentless. All Lene hears is the incessant ringing in her ears, which seems to grow louder and louder with each breath she takes. She tightens her grasp on Basilikos, feeling panic course through her veins, alighting her senses in all the wrong ways. The world is too bright, and all she sees is a sheer, white form coming straight for her.
It's going to kill you. It will tear you to shreds and then move on to Sakura. To Arval. To Diamant. To Larcei. Destroy them, turn them into ash and dust. Then it's coming for Ares, all because you were too weak to hold it back. They're all going to perish and it's entirely your fault.
Her blood boils. No. No, no, no, no, no. She cannot let that happen. Let that future come to pass. Lene raises Basilikos as high as she can, swinging it with wild abandon. The guilt rises like bile in her throat. She won't allow it to hurt anyone she loves. She will shut the voices in her head up.
The axe sweeps down, crushing against the blinding white form. Then her vision clears and what she sees is horrifying.
Lene (9/10 HP) attacks Arval (5/10 HP) with Basilikos. Roll d20+2: 10+2 = 12! Hit! 3 damage +2 from defence boost and +1 from Arval's Constriction. -1 from Arval's defence = 5 damage. Arval's Prayer Ring activates. Arval survives with 0.5/10 HP
"Arval! Oh gods, speak to me! I'm so sorry - I thought you were trying to attack me. I wanted to keep you safe--" Lene's throat constricts as hot tears spill from her eyes. This is the opposite of what she wanted. Sakura charges forward, tome in hand and Lene tries to pull her back. "Sakura stop! Stop it! They're in enough pain already!"
Like herself though, Sakura seems death to her pleas. The only relief is that her attack misses, soaring past them. Then Sakura seems to come around, finally witnessing reality as it is.
"Sakura, it's okay. You didn't mean to, it wasn't you and it's not your fault." Lene wraps an arm around Sakura's waist, pulling her close in what she hopes is a reassuring gesture. The way Sakura's sweet, soft voice breaks feels like a stab in the chest. "You didn't hurt them either. It was my fault not yours. Please, don't be sad."
@swiftscion & @heriteur
through fortune and flame we fall | team ten silver round
Stay longer in the fight. It's fact—in about every battle so far, he's fallen; earlier than others, and sometimes, as the last one standing. This time around he intended for neither, but the battlefield was ever changing. With shifting situations and parameters, one could try, but never truly predict what will happen next.
"Thank you!" He calls to Larcei, sincerely. None of them would make it far without proper teamwork, and it seems that with each new battle, theirs was beginning to shape up rather nicely.
A glance around the arena tells him that his comrades continue to fare well; Lene's defenses were suiting her nicely so far, and though Larcei struggled to get a handle on her mount (perhaps he would incorporate war horses into the upcoming lesson plan), she wasn't any worse for wear thanks to Arval's healing. Sakura continues to aim spells at their foe, and when it strikes, seeming to react negatively with the poison he inflicted, Diamant capitalizes on the new opening.
Diamant hits Sunlight Chaser: Brod (1) with Nepenthe Gloves (7, 16) for -7.5HP (Sunlight Chaser: Brod 0/18HP)
"Great job, Sakura!" The Brodian dashes back in, the enemy bowled over in pain; its head hangs low enough for Diamant to drive a punch into the Sunheart's jaw, quickly following up with hard punch to the chest.
Sunlight Chaser: Brod changes to Second Form! Gentle Persuasion activates.
It reels back with a pained screech, and as it begins to writhe in a way that would suggest death, something unexpected happens—blinding light fills the room as it engulfs the Sunheart's form, and once the radiance fades, the monster appears completely healed, with slight alterations to its appearance.
Brows furrow, Diamant holding his fists up protectively as he takes a few steps back. "What...?" He grimaces, "Did it just... strengthen itself?"
Diamant is inflicted with Gentle Persuasion [-2 spd, -2 dex, -2 avoid] until the beginning of next Enemy Phase.
His vision blurs slightly, an odd, fog-like sensation weighing heavy on his mind.
@luxaltare, @swiftscion
"It looks like it. Everyone, be cautious, we don't know what it'll do next--" Lene's cut off by the strange, numb sensation in her head and the ringing in her ears. What on earth? "My head hurts. What the hell is this?"
Lene has been inflicted with Gentle Persuasion until the beginning of the next Enemy Phase!
The ringing in her ears is relentless and show no signs of easing up. It seems the only option is to try and silence it herself. Lene lifts Basilikos, stumbling slightly beneath it's wait and charges forward on horseback.
"Stay back!" Lene shouts as she surges forward. "I won't let you hurt them! Bet you can't take me down!" It's schoolyard insults, childish taunts that shouldn't really break a warrior's pride but Lene tries all the same. If she can draw it's attention and aggression she'll be glad. Neither Sakura or Arval seem used to melee combat and whilst Larcei and Professor Diamant can handle themselves, Lene's sure her Hoplon Guard will help her weather the storm for them too.
Lene attacks Sunheat Chaser: Brod (Second Form) 18/18 HP with Basilikos. Roll d20-2: 4 -2: 2! Miss Sunheart Chaser: Brod counters with Daylight Repose. Roll d20+8: 9+8 = 17! Hit 0 damage! Lene is inflicted with Constriction. Sunheart Chaser Brod is inflicted with Taunt!
Oh gods, it's somehow wormed it's way into her head even more. The chatter of her friends sounds so far away. Lene clutches the sides of her head, as if trying to pull herself apart and release whatever cruel beast has found it's way inside her mind.
"Stop-- stay away from me! Don't come any closer, I beg you." Lene pleads, hoping the others can hear her. She can't hear their voices anymore, but their figures are still painted, blurred but whole on her field of vision. "Please, I don't know what I'll do. Keep your distance, I don't want to hurt any of you."
Yet the grip on her axe tightens, ready for a fight. Lene fights back as hard as she can, cowering behind the shield. Out of sight, out of mind she prays. At least until this thing gets out of her goddamn head.
@swiftscion
through fortune and flame we fall | team ten silver round
Relief floods her heart, threatening to overflow. Lene isn't sure if it's the sight of Professor Diamant back on his feet or the healing aura of her allies but all feels right with the world once more. Well, as right as it can be stuck in a Church assigned training illusion. Less wrong and brutal in the gentle sunlight at least.
She'll take what little graces she can find.
"Glad to see you back on your feet, sir! Let's fight our hardest, together. We'll get through this as a team."
Lene (8.5/10 HP) recovers +2HP from Amaterasu (Sakura) and Bond (Arval). Lene has 10/10 HP remaining
Lene does worry how her poor horse can even move with her atop it, covered head to toe in plate armour. It restricts her own movement, something she's far from comfortable with but the reinforced armour does have it's benefit. Her horse trots along slowly and Lene feels confident in her ability to protect the other this time. Their shield in the coming battle.
It takes a moment but she rearranges the axe, slinging it across her back and drawing the baton like a sword. Electricity sparks and crackles from it as she urges her horse forward, holding the Electroshock Baton high in the air and preparing to swing at the Sunheart Chaser.
Lene (10/10 HP) attacks Sunheart Chaser: Brod (1) (18/18 HP) with Electroshock Baton Roll d20-2: 10-2 = 8! Hit! -3.5 damage. Sunheart Chaser: Brod (1) has 14.5/18 HP remaining. Sunheart Chaser: Brod (1) is stunned. Cannot attack or counterattack until the next Player Phase.
So it's harder to move around but she still gets a solid hit. One that leaves their opponent paralysed by electricity. Lene rejoices - not only is it a sitting duck for her friends to dunk on but it can't hurt them, at least for a little while.
"It's in shock and can't find back! Let's go ham on the sorry soul whilst we can!"
@heriteur
Sakura 7/10HP is healed by Renewal [+2HP, Sakura is 9/10HP]
As soon as the black-haired girl gained the blessing of her magical item, she threw herself against the enemy – one of the twin warriors – and with an incredible sequences of hits, she manged to put it down, though not definitely: with much surprise of the brunette, the ghostly figure stood again and with a fiercely gaze into its eyes, it threw itself against Arval, who miraculously managed to sustain the blow. But that wasn’t all: with a strange glow, the mysterious figure changed form and as the light softened, the likeness of the enemy totally transformed, though reminding some of her companions a very familiar presence –an ally, perhaps? But not in this case, Sakura thought as she immediately realized the light paladin was aiming at her beloved Lene.
But before she could do anything else, a sudden stroke hit her depth in the heart as she witnessed the whole scene: with a very violent hit into his stomach first, then again onto his body, the enemy she recognised as a very familiar face – a pretty boy she happened to hang around for a rather unique course – sharply took Diamant life without even giving him the time to realize the whole happenings. It was painful to watch, it was painful to breath now and it was painful to think that the very same enemy which has just ended one of her companions’ life, was actually a very familiar face, a very familiar student whom she actually has enjoyed spending time together.
“NOOO!!” she immediately ran towards Diamant, not caring about any possible risk she could take at any moment and almost falling into the ground, she crouched over his already lifeless body, hating herself not to being able to help and heal him anymore. “You didn’t deserve that…” she muffled, words mixing up with tears as she covered his body with her dreary arms, protecting him from any other damage incoming. She felt strangely alone for a long moment, as if time has suddenly stopped in that exact instant, making her feel like she could have done more than that, she could have done more to save him.
No sounds, no movements around her, until a familiar voice called out her name, a soft voice she began to appreciate and recognise as somewhat intimate and bond to her soul.
Sakura
As she tilted her head, she saw the gentle wave of Arval, gesturing her to move closer to them, since it wasn’t safe for her to stay in the middle of the action. Goldenish eyes fixed on them as she tried to find some force for moving on after that moment, witnessing another attack as the brunette student she protected before was now aimed by one of the other enemy. Luckily for Sakura, the incantation from before was still of a great usage and the furious assault the brunette made was definitely enough for the petite priestess to be hopeful in a situation like that.
As she finished, her gaze met with the one of Sakura, pleading for her to cast again that miraculous spell, probably in order to make the most of her incredible forces to destroy those horrible figures, even though the resemblance of some of them were way too familiar for Sakura to actually hate them.
Still with a heart drenched in sufferance and distress, she slowly managed to stand on her feet again, though giving a gentle caress on Diamant’s face before leaving his body on the ground again. “Do what you have to finish them” she faintly said, pulling out again the magical object from her small pocket bag.
“Please, be safe and be strong!!”
Sakura uses Light Rune on Larcei. Larcei is protected from attacks or counterattacks until the beginning of the next player phase.
"Professor--!" Lene calls out to him before a lance strikes her side. The paladin charges at her and her blood boils in an instant. "What is your problem asshole?"
Azure Twins: Sol (15/15 HP) attacks Lene (7/10 HP) with Siegmund. Roll d20+8 = 6+8 = 14. Hit -4.5 damage. Lene has 2.5/10 HP remaining. Lene counters with Cyclone of the Fox. Roll d5:3! 3 hits. Roll 3d20-8: 19-8, 6-8, 4-8 = 11, -2, -4. Crit, miss, miss. -4 damage. Azure Twins: Sol has 11/15 HP remaining. Twin Soul activates. Azure Twins: Sol transforms into Azure Twins: Luna
She's not about to go down without a fight. Despite how quick he is, frustratingly so, she manages to at least land one potent strike against the paladin. A proud grin on her face, she can't help but laugh as he transforms, changing into the form of a woman wielding a sharpened blade.
"Haha yeah, that's right. Run and hide behind your sister, you know I've got you beat." Lene gloats as Arval finds their way over to her, healing her wounds with a wave of the hand. It's strange to Lene, to be able to cast magic with neither staff nor tome, but she likes it. It allows her to move more freely and fluidly than if she was wielding a weapon. "Wow Arval! She won't last much longer thanks to you. I might though, thanks for the heal!"
"Let's stay close, okay? I wanna be able to help you guys if you need it. We can cover each others backs!"
Lene locks eyes upon The Connector, who seems to be supporting the other foes. Improving their accuracy and evasion the as much as Sakura helps her magic hit even harder. So, if they can take it out then maybe the others will be easier to bring down.
"Well, here goes nothing. Sorry pal, it's nothing personal."
Lene (6.5/10 HP) recovers +2 HP from Renewal (8.5/10 HP) Lene attacks The Connector with Cyclone of the Fox Roll d5:3. 3 hits! Roll 3d20+6: 5+6, 20+6, 14+6 = 11, 26, 20. Two hits and one crit. -8 damage! The Connector cannot counter. The Connector has 10/18* HP remaining.
"Hey Sakura, come here a sec. I know you're doing okay but," Lene casts Recover all the same. It's a pitiful cast but Sakura's looking pretty healthy already. It's just a little top up, to keep her extra safe. "I'd be devastated if something happened to you. We all would."
Lene heals Sakura (9/10) with Recover. Roll d20: 3. 3 HP recovered. Sakura has 10/10 HP remaming
From up on her horse, Lene reaches and cheekily ruffles Sakura's hair a little. It's a little naughty - they're about the same age but Sakura is a member of the clergy here. She's also their warm, gentle heart and Lene can't help but be endeared to her.
"Be careful okay? Stay safe and sound for me."
emblem disengage; team ten steel round
Lene awakens on horseback ready to continue the fight once more. At least she doesn't have to rely on her own legs, aching and tired as they are. Their foes are faceless, ghostly illusions but there's also something... oddly familiar about them. Despite the lack of facial features, she could swear she's sat near a couple of them in class before.
She shakes her head, mentally berating herself to stay focussed. Her sympathies cannot be wasted on enemies who would tear her and her allies apart.
Instead she takes in their faces, Larcei's the most familiar of course, Sakura's ever so adorable, Diamant who looks every inch the stalwart protector and Arval, bright and cheeky. They are who she fights for, who she swears to do her best to keep safe. In a short period of time, they've managed to swiftly work their way into her heart and become precious to her. Their foes are mighty indeed, but they can't waver now.
If she were alone, she'd have given up by now. Instead she surveys their opponents, looking for one she can at least land a free potshot or two on. Lene might not be the strongest fighter but she was determined to help in whatever way she could.
"Hey, big guy! See how you like this!" Lene taunts the Hero-King, as she prepares to strike. A fox shaped spirit settles atop her shoulder to her surprise. Never before had she seen magic spirits but she takes this as a blessing. A mischievous fox on her side.
Lene (5/10 HP) attacks Hero-King (18/18 HP*) with Cyclone of the Fox from range. Roll d5: 5! Roll 5d20-4: 6, 3, 11, 20, 7 (all -4) = 2, -1, 7, 16, 3. Barely hit, Miss, Hit, Crit, Barely Hit. -1, 0, -2, -4, -1 = 8 damage. Hero King has 10/18 HP* remaining Hero King cannot counterattack.
"Haha, thanks Sakura! Couldn't have done it without you." Lene cheers, grateful for the inspiring support of their sweet-natured priestess. "You're a star, you know that?"
After launching a barrage of attacks at the Hero-King, she turns back to her allies. They deserve her attention far more. Trotting over to Arval, she claps him fondly on the back.
"Here, let me help you!"
Lene (5/10 HP) heals Arval (5/10 HP) with Recover. Roll d20: 19! +6 HP restored. Arval has 10/10 HP Renewal triggers! Lene gains +2 HP (7/10 HP)
"There we go, much better. Go get 'em kiddo."
@heriteur
ice ice baby — team ten { iron round }
'Stay close, and watch yourselves!'
Instructions are a quick way of earning Larcei's scorn. It irritates her, being told what to do. Hers is a soul that hungers for freedom, wishes for open space--yearns for the carefree act of swinging a sword. Yet, as the bitter cold nips at her face,
Snowstorm damages Larcei for -1HP (Larcei 3/10HP)
she cannot find it in her to reject. Diamant's advice is sound; sticking close for warmth was how they survived similar perils before.
The Brodian is off before she can nod, but she resolves within her to follow his words to the letter. With Lene grabbed by the wrist, the two file behind him as he continues. Icicles and howling winds ignore them here, an autumn wall separating the Liberation ladies from the heat of battle. Looking over the axeman's shoulder, however, reveals the sea of death that has begun to swallow the party.
The others had not received such luxury.
"Damn," Larcei growls, "can't we stand up to this thing just a little longer?" Listening to their final words brings a pained grit to her features. Is there really nothing they can do against the cold? They've lost two from what she can observe, and the longer Diamant fights alone, the greater their chance of losing a third. So she lights a second pair of brands. One replaces that which had burnt out in Lene's hands, and the other she must step forth to use.
Larcei 3/10 HP rallies Lene 5/10 HP [+6 speed, Desperation effect until R3P]
"Here." Larcei finds an opening in the professor's stance, leaning in close to touch the tip of her torch to his. The flame transfers, in some capacity, and what he has is a newly lit fire to lead him forth. "It's easier to move your muscles when they ain't freezin' up. I'd join you, but..." she takes another look at the Sylph--at the whipping gales that surround it and threaten to cut her squad to ribbons, "I think it'd just swat my torches out of the air."
Larcei 3/10 HP ruses Diamant 5/10 HP [+3 speed, Desperation effect until R3P]
//STAY WARM: @luxaltare
Hail and snow fall swift and sharp, tearing skin like a flurry of tiny blades. Lene presses forth, an arm wrapped around herself as Larcei takes her wrist and leads her forward through the blizzard. Despite how headstrong Larcei is, the hand gripping her wrist is gentle. Concern may not be expressed verbally or with affection but it's felt all the same.
Two of their allies have already fallen. Larcei passes her a torch, keeping her warm and her limbs flexible enough to move through the seemingly endless snow.
Professor Diamant fights valiantly, a glorious blaze of dignity and triumph. His shield seems almost invincible, keeping the three of them safe from harm. Lene knows however that no man is unstoppable, even one so mighty needs time to rest and recuperate. Until the Sylph is defeated though, there is little time to idle. Dear sweet Sakura and Arval, bright and golden have already fallen. She can't put a stop to this but perhaps she can grant Diamant a short reprieve, draw the Sylph's attention her way.
Lene (4/10 HP) attacks Sylph (13/14 HP) with Vacuum Slice. Roll d20-2: 9-2 = 7! Barely hit. -0.5 damage (12.5/14 HP) -1 BP Desperation! Lene attacks Sylph with Vacuum Slice. Roll d20-2: 10-2 = 8! Hit. -1 damage. (11.5/14 HP) -1BP 2/4 BP remaining Sylph counters with Wind Blade. Roll 2d20-6: 12-6, 16-6 = 6, 10. Two hits at -2.5 damage each. -5 HP Lene has 0/10 HP Miracle triggers! Lene survives with 0.5/10 HP
She can't take much more of this. Her hand reaches for Larcei's as she struggles to stay on her feet. It's freezing cold and whilst she ought to be in pain, everything is frightfully numb. Surely she'll be next to fall but at least she managed to do what she had set out to. The Sylph turned it's assault away from Professor Diamant for a moment. Hopefully long enough to catch his breath.
Would this frigid nightmare ever come to an end though? The Sylph looms over them, relentless and unyielding. Nothing they seem to throw at it seems to stick for long.
He'd judged it right—the monster had indeed been preparing for another attack, and the moment the woman behind him strikes the beast with one of her spells, it seems to buckle under the might of her magic...
Stone Warrior activates Final Gambit! Hits Diamant for -3HP. (Diamant: 7/10) Stone Warrior attacks Diamant with Heavy Sword (16) for -2HP, inflicts Weapon Break! (Diamant: 5/10)
Only to rise back up with renewed vigor, slamming its arms into the ground and causing spikes to shoot up from the earth around them.
Diamant sweeps his arm back to protect the woman from the brunt of the attack, unable to defend himself when the golem suddenly swings its large sword their way, the blade slamming into his side with a sickening crunch.
(His ribs, no doubt.)
The impact knocks his axe from his hand, and he can only thank the Dragons above that the subsequent stomp of the golem's foot manages to miss them both. For now.
With a wet cough, he drops to one knee, Sakura's cries of concern mingle with Lene's frustrated shouts, the sound of weapons striking stone, crumbling rocks and shattering glass—eyes flicker away from the battlefield briefly to survey the woman at his side. Good. She seemed no worse for wear.
"Thank you, Lady..." A pause, as he catches her name in turn. "Sakura. But I assure you, I've gone through worse; you needn't risk yourself for me." None of them did, and yet...
Lene charges at the beast once more—reckless, full of emotion—only to earn a smack and flight across the battlefield for her trouble. Larcei isn't far behind, scrambling to shield the fallen Lene from anymore blows. With each strike to Larcei's back, Diamant can feel his own frustration mounting.
He had to protect them. He couldn't just sit here and watch!
When the third student, far more level headed than the rest, lunges into the fray and is swat away like nothing more than a fly, the Brodian grabs his fallen axe and forces himself back to his feet. To stand and act.
Sharp pain lances through his chest with each breath as he rises, gently holding Sakura's shoulder for balance. "Stay back," Diamant murmurs to her, before sprinting forward to launch an attack of his own.
Diamant attacks Stone Warrior with Dark Horse Axe (17) for -0.5HP! (Stone Warrior: 1/4 HP*) Stone Warrior counters with Heavy Sword (9) for -2HP! (Diamant: 3/10)
A fist of stone comes down to batter Larcei once more, stopped only by the swing of Diamant's axe. It's clumsily aimed, a hasty, desperate strike made by throwing out his left arm, but it achieves what it needs to do. The beast recoils, its attention now directed at Diamant. For its large size and lumbering movements, the golem recovers quickly—bringing down its sword and slamming it into the king once more.
Stone Warrior attacks Diamant with Heavy Sword (6) for -2HP! (Diamant: 1/10) ...And then follows up with Stomp (20) for -5HP! (Diamant: 0/10)
His vision explodes with white as he stumbles back from the blow, unable to gather his bearings before taking another strike from the sword, this one sending him crumpling to the ground.
There's a buzz in his ears. Beyond it, he hears noises. Faintly. Voices. Frantic. Concerned. Irate. It's all his mind can focus on before he feels the crushing weight slamming down on his back, his ears flooded with the sound of screams.
...Had they been coming from the girls, or him?
It was a question soon lost to the void of his thoughts, as the world fades to a cold, pitch black...
Diamant has been defeated!
@luxaltare
It takes all her might to do so, but Lene pulls herself back to her feet. No matter what Larcei says, she won't stay down. How can she face her friends, her dear fiancee if she doesn't at least try? Besides, there isn't anything she can do right now but fight. Something she hates having to do but there's no dance she can pull off to re-energise her companions, her Bragi blood remains as useful to her as ever and the only other option is just to watch Larcei take blow out of blow from the sidelines?
"I'm just as built for fightin' as you are," a lie of course. Larcei's Od blood makes her significantly better suited for swordfaire, just as Ares' bloodline singles him out as Mystletainn's wielder. Yet frustratingly her own Holy Blood did nothing for her. "Looks like we're both beat up. Maybe I'm not as strong as you are but you can't ask me to do nothing."
"You're my friend, stupid. If one of us gets our ass kicked well, we'll do it together." Lene drags herself to Larcei and looks her dead in the eyes. "I can't stand back and do nothing. So please, don't even ask me to."
She turns her attention to the swing of an axe through the air, cheering as it makes contact with the Stone Warrior. The celebrations are short lived however, as the brute strikes back with it's sword carved in stone.
"Whoa there big guy! Be careful, that thing has it out for you--" She charges forward once more without thinking. Watching someone, anyone, in pain drives something in her. All she does is put her closer in the line of danger though. The golem swings at the redhaired man once more, almost bringing him to his knees. Then it leaps forward, jumping into the air and crushing him.
Lene screams, at first a mix of anguish and fear but soon replaced by searing pain as it's weight smashes into her. Steals the breath from her lungs as she careens forward, landing face down on the ground.
Larcei's never going to let her live this down, biting off far more than she has the right to even try to chew. What a fool she is, Lene thinks, as the world's light dims. Thinking she of all people could protect anyone.
Another strange dream, another unique experience: it has been a while since Sakura found herself in a place she wasn’t sure if it was real or not, but as soon as she ‘woke up’, she immediately caught the dangerousness of the situation. In front of her, advancing with a slow but steady step, a giant golem-alike wearing some sort of suit – actually pretty elegant too, in Sakura’s opinion, but that wasn’t the case –, but luckily for her, all around the area there were some people from the monastery, probably students, but she wasn’t quite sure, since she has never been able to speak with those newly acquired companions. Well whatever, we’re a team now!
But before she could say anything to her companions, a blue-haired woman immediately dashed towards the enemy, hitting it with a pair of gauntlets, yet receiving a powerful blow in response, since the golem as well was armed.
“Are you hurt?!” the petite priestess chirped aloud as she tried to reach for the injured friend, though immediately overtook by another girl, a very swift movement with a blade and another blow was inflicted on the giant enemy, but a counterattack hit the slender girl as well, who jumped back with a moderate wound too. Gosh, this enemy is so strong, Sakura thought as she collected her thoughts in order to do something useful for her companions.
Yet, as she was wondering about her next move, another person took action and pierced the rocky golem with a long lance: the damage seemingly was very low, but at least the enemy didn’t respond this time and instead, stood still in place, unable to counterattack with its gigantic rock sword. Sakura observed the scene from not too far and listening to what the white-haired man said, it was clear that the golem had some sort of defensive mechanism active. Everyone understood it and soon after the previous attack, another man slid in and attacked the golem, taking advantage of the situation, since it still was unable to move or act.
Another hit, but it barely scratch the suit of the golem, crumbling the most exterior part of it. Yet, the most interesting part, was that after all those attacks, a gash has formed over a portion of the armour and that was their actual chance to inflict some serious damage to the enemy.
“Please, leave it to me!” the petite priestess softly shrilled as she drew a little closer, though immediately covered by the red man who has just attacked. He was trying to protect her? She softened her lips in a smile as she began to recite the incantation.
Sakura 10/10 HP hits Stone Warrior 0.5/4 HP** with Blizzard. Roll 1d20 = 12 (1/2 = -0.5). Stone Warrior 0/4 HP**. First Healthbar is gone. Stone Warrior regained forces: 4/4 HP* Blizzard has no effect on shield. Stone Warrior Shield 1/4 SP.
The icy ray struck into the armour of the golem, making it quiver and fall on its knees: he seemed defeated and he seemed harmless. Have they won? Have they defeated it? The answer was obviously no. As soon as it hit the ground, the suit began to rebuild with some sort of strange sorcery and without making any kind of forewarning, it violently hit the ground around it, making some weird stone-like swords to sprout from the ground and hitting Sakura and all her companions.
Stone Warrior 4/4 HP* Final Gambit activates. Roll 5d4 -1 = 3, 0, 3, 0, 3. Sakura is hit by -0HP. Sakura remaining HP: 10/10.
Luckily for her, the sword directed to her missed her in some way, but the man standing directly in front of her, obviously got the hit pretty bad.
“Hang on!! I’m here for you” she muffled the words as she hurried towards him, “We have to be more careful...It's not over yet!”
"Dammit! Why won't it just stay down?" Lene grumbles as the Stone Warrior's Final Gambit bursts forth from the ground. Caught between rocky blades, scraping at her skin like sandpaper, she fumbles to find her sword. Wonders how she got herself in this situation, what possessed her to join this 'training exercise'. "Who's bright idea was it to have us get beaten to a pulp? I need a word with them."
"Aw hell, it's shield is back grew back too? No fair!" Back on her feet she assesses the situation. They're all still able to stand and fight, that at least is something worth celebrating. Larcei looks as bad as she feels though, and the tall guy isn't faring much better. Their other two allies look unharmed for now at least. Maybe they can do this, stand firm and bring it down once more.
Well, no time like the present. They'll get nowhere if they don't try! Gripping the hilt of her sword, Lene sizes up the Stone Warrior and prepares to strike.
Lene 4.5/10 HP uses Wrath Strike against Stone Warrior 4/4 HP (*). Roll d20: 6. Hit! 2 damage halved. -1 HP to Stone Warrior, 3/4 HP (*) Stone Warrior Shield gauge reduced by 1. 3/4 SP remaining. Stone Warrior counterattacks with Heavy Sword. Roll d20: 7. Hit! 2.5 base damage + 0.5 strength = 3 damage. Lene has 1.5/10 HP remaining.
It's a bold move, that's for sure. Possibly the nicest thing anyone could say about the attempt. It takes barely a scratch and whilst she manages to dent it's shield, the force with which it retaliates sends her flying across the ground. Her head swims, stars exploding in her vision as she tries to find her way back to her feet. She can't fall here but she lacks the strength to get back up.
On days when their schedules were kind enough to complement each other, Ares liked to make the walk to the classrooms with Lene. They would meet around the pair of stairs bridging the two halves of the dorms, just as the morning sun was beginning to spill over the sides of buildings, and bask in the warmth of each other's presence every step of the way.
Typically, today would not be one of those days, but Ares' tall and dark figure was unmistakable. Emerging from beneath the shadows of the dorm buildings, a handful of brisk strides was all it took to bring his hands to Lene's face.
"Happy birthday, my dearest."
Gentle fingers caressed her cheek as he breathed the words softly into her ear, curling and then coming back around to trace her jaw with his knuckle. Its riding to the tip of her chin was his small invitation for her to follow upwards, and the other hand slipped around her hip was to keep her steady while he bent low to meet her at the lips.
While nothing longer than a small peck, the extra pause he took before pulling away represented the promise of a much more intimate kind to come later, if she wanted it. For now, he still had other gifts to present.
"I've thought much about your account of our time apart." Or more specifically, how it made her feel. How his letters he'd prepared to assuage the loneliness he knew her to be so prone to proved to be a poor substitute. How they were then further marred by unforeseen meddling, and then left her with nothing but empty halls. The half-distant haze that briefly clouded his eyes suggested he was thinking of these even now, as he reached back around to grab at something on his belt while adding, "And it led me to this--"
From behind his hip came a simple cloth sack which, when placed into Lene's hand, would reveal a surprising bit more heft to it than one would expect. It was akin to a heavy coinpurse, and whenever Lene decided to open it, she would quickly discover why.
Armor, even small enough to fit a stuffed animal like this, was something that would add some weight to anything, and this bear had a fair amount on its little body. It was still nothing comparable to a real, human set though -- simply enough to add some pleasant pressure to the hugs its adorable plush face would surely tempt many to give. Stuck between its stubby paws was a letter, with her name written in rather rough and basic but clear print that instantly distinguished it as Ares' handwriting.
Its contents were simply words of comfort and reassurance, insisting that his promises to her were just as unbreakable as his love was. Never did it occur to him that this could easily pass for engagement vows, for he didn't know enough about the intricacies of marriage ceremonies to catch the similarities, but it wouldn't have changed what he wrote if he did. Its goal was to ensure Lene would always have one pure and untampered message summarizing what she means to him, written by him and meant solely for her, to fall back to when he couldn't be there to say it himself.
But of course he now knew that a voice alone was not going to satisfy her, especially when his writing was already so mediocre that it could never properly bring his heart to the page. Thus, the reason for the bear became apparent. Cute, huggable, and specifically given by the love of her life, it was the part of his 'body' to the letter's part of his 'voice' that could help fill the space in those empty rooms.
"Should circumstances force us apart again, I hope that will do more to keep your sadness at bay until we reunite…"
He let a beat pass so she might study her gift, searching and hoping for signs that his knowledge about her preferences wasn't mistaken, but it wasn't long before he nudged her back to the present regardless. A soft, "But right now…," was paired with a tilt of his head that lined his gaze with hers. That other hand, still wrapped around her at the hip meanwhile, gently pulled her in close to remind her he was here as he presented his final gift: "…All of my time is yours today."
Come what may, that was the current, undeniable truth, and it was one he was proud to be able to say to her, so much so he had to stop and play it back in his thoughts.
To have the power to simply…pause the world around them for a day --
To meet with her so regularly that he could dare call it a set schedule --
--Ares could only stop and marvel at the simultaneous familiarity and disbelief of this feeling tickling him right out of his skin as he could confidently declare:
"Wherever you would like to go, whatever you want to do, we can spend it together however you see fit."
This strong sense of idyllic peace that was already pervading this morning, it wasn't a bad thing at all, but it was one he'd tasted very rarely. Such pleasure was still so new that he didn't know what to do with it, and in absence of being able to draw on something more fitting, he simply fell numb from its wonderful warmth.
"…We haven't had this much free time since we met, have we?"
The thought trickled out absently as his lidded eyes briefly glanced at the floor to reflect.
He spoke of Dahna, of course.
Back before everything went so terribly wrong again, it was there that he began to remember what it was like to be right. Wandering the streets of Dahna til late into the night, having long conversations on the castle steps, discovering a rare sense of comfort and understanding in each other's experiences that they never thought they'd find…
What he felt then was the same as now, suspended in some kind of dream that, no matter how deeply he drank from it, he could never have enough of. And at the center of both, at the very beginning of the end of those long years of darkness, was the same woman who stood before him now despite everything thrown her way.
Several years already spent together, and yet a touch of blush still snuck across his otherwise stoic expression that had now fallen back into the twinkling light in her eyes -- something he once feared was lost forever. Further and further he drifted, until noses and foreheads were no more than a hair's breadth apart, as he added:
"I can think of no better time to have it back."
In the morning sunlight, Lene stretches her back and stifles a yawn. Early starts were the bane of her week but at least it meant she could spend the whole day by Ares side. A blessing more than worth getting up at the crack of dawn for. Now, if only her eyelids would stop being so very heavy...
They flutter back open the moment warm, calloused hands cup her face. Had it been anyone else Lene would probably have jumped back screaming for dear life. She recognises his touch instantly however, knows immediately she is safe and sound. A smile spreads across her face as she drinks him in.
"Mornin' love. You're chipper today, huh?" Ares' hands are so gentle as they hold her face. His fingers move deftly and she follows, seeking his warmth. Their eyes and lips meet almost simultaneously. Her eyelids drift shut once more, savouring the moment's bliss.
Best. Birthday. Ever.
The cloth bag takes her by surprise. It seems heavy and her stomach stirs uncomfortably. Lene adores him, wants nothing more than to spend time with the man she loves beyond words. She prays he hasn't wasted money on things she cannot possibly hope to give back in return. Relief floods her when she sees the adorable stuffed bear inside.
In full armour. A very Ares touch. One that delights her to the very core!
Tentatively, she takes the letter it carries and opens it. Pours over every word as if she is lost in the desert of Dahna and this is her oasis. Each letter, carefully penned in Ares handwriting is more precious to her than any jewels or gold could ever hope to be. She reads them slowly, as if terrified that once she gets to the end they'll disappear into smoke and ash.
The words read almost like wedding vows, a little less formal and formulaic but just as heartfelt. If not more so, knowing they were penned personally, by Ares own hand for her to keep close to her heart. She hears his voice, asking her to keep her sadness at bay and lets out a loud, inelegant sniffle. Her tears stay back though, glittering in her eyes as he nudges her back to reality. Lene grins, smiles as though she's trying to outshine the sun and laughs. Laughs into his chest as she pulls him close.
"I can't promise not be sad without you, silly! But I'll try my best, should we be separated to focus on cherishing times like this. To smile everyday, even if it feels like you've left a very tall, handsome hole next to me." Her arms wrap around his waist and she doesn't want to let go. Not now, not ever. Impractical, she knows, but if home is where the heart is, he is her home. Safe, kind, passionate, loving Ares - he's all she could ever want, ever ask for. "Is that a fair compromise? You better do the same too, okay. The thought of you hurting--"
Lene decides not to finish that thought aloud. Instead she stands on the balls of her feet, leans up closer to him. They're a hair's breadth apart when she closes the gap of her own accord, lingering for a moment in which the world seems to stop. Time freezes around them and she could swear they were the only two people in the world. Her heart feels effervescent and beats so fast that Lene wonders if it's trying to fly right out of her chest.
She pulls away, smiling like the cat that got the cream.
"Well, if you're not too busy maybe we could take a wander into town for brunch? It would be nice to share a meal together away from prying eyes."
pump up the jam!
A new exercise craze has taken over the continents and has now infiltrated Fodlan’s borders. A group of people claiming to be professional instructors are hosting a class promoting ‘The Askr’ along with other various aerobic, high-energy exercises to keep one warm! If the new wave and synth pop beats don’t get you moving, then maybe the brightly-colored leotards, headbands and legwarmers will grab your attention. (Or maybe you’re just there for the cute men and women in said leotards). [Grants Heavy Armor +1]
It's music unlike anything she's ever heard before that lures her in. The beat pounds in her ears, begging Lene to dance in time with it. Following the hypnotic synth sounds leads her to a courtyard filled with students and teachers alike in fluffy, neon headbands and legwarmers. Interesting fashion choices aside the group seem to be dancing energetically, following the lead of a man in bright orange at the front.
Bobbing her head to the beat, she catches the eye of a tall blond gentleman. Lene smiles brightly, waving at him as she skips over.
"Hey there! You interested in joining in?" Lene asks eagerly, standing on her tiptoes to meet his gaze. She offers a hand, to take or shake. "I'm game if you are! I'm Lene by the way, pleased to meet you!"
@culinari