VI || persistence.

when the seal of creation is broken, a voice like thunder shall sound, and thou shalt know—WE HAVE ARRIVED. affiliated with ERIDAENUS.

[shadow-requiem-blog]

Hostiles.

Flipping over the head of an enemy, she slit the soldier’s throat with her throwing knife. She couldn’t care less. The man had been out for her blood. From one war into another. In another life she would have shied from this senseless shedding of blood.

Landing - she retrieved her knife and scanned the battlefield. She knew another was at her back. However, the intent seemed to be of not wanting to be noticed. Scoffing - Sheik replied as she cleaned the blade on a cloth:

“I’m not blind, soldier? What’s the situation?”

[negatiivus]

“A tea party; what else would it be?”

Even the warrior’s choice of the word ‘soldier’ meant war. Conflict hardly left any space for stupid questions. Blue eyes flickered down to the corpse of the Imperial solider that met his fate. As far as the cadet was concerned, she definitely wasn’t an enemy at this point. Sice was more concerned with the warrior’s skill. Such a clean cut...it was apparent that they had been practicing their craft for a long time.

“I gotta say though... I’m impressed. You offed that guy so fast; I’m surprised I ain’t on the floor with him.”

The enemy of her enemy was her friend, right? ...Nah. She preferred ‘acquaintance’.

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     “Oh my, I suppose you’re right. I should have introduced myself first, hm? How very rude of me.” Still unsure of the portal’s exact circumstances, Camilla thought it would be best to be wary, though she had doubts this place was in any way related to the war brewing back at home. Her title was of little importance here; through her travels, she’d decided to leave off any formalities. They would only complicate things further.

     “My name is Camilla. I hail from the Kingdom of Nohr, in a world very different than your own… I’m merely traveling out of curiosity, though. I have no ill intentions, dear. I understand if you’re suspicious; I would surely react in a similar manner should someone access my home from these strange gates.” Would this be enough of an answer had their positions been switched? Likely not. But was there anything else she could even offer to ease the other’s mind?

“But that’s so very boring, hm? I would love to know more about you.”

[negatiivus]

With a hand on her hip, Sice turned her back towards Camilla, uninterested in whatever the princess had to say. Traveling only from curiosity? Surely, there had to be a catch. Perhaps if the country wasn’t also at war, things would be different. Militesi forces were easy to distinguish, but who knew when they’d decide to start masking their hollow pride? Her story was too specific to be any sort of fabrication; there was no ‘Kingdom of Nohr’ here. She probably wasn’t a l’Cie either. But who knew. A tender face could turn callous at the first drop of blood.

“Curiosity, eh? Makes me wonder why you chose a country at war t’visit. Unless it ain’t a choice.”

At that moment, Sice’s own curiosity was piqued. If she left Rubrum, who knew when she’d get back. She could avoid the war, but it would be similar to running away, wouldn’t it? Or perhaps this could serve as a resource of sorts. The Imperials could simply drag powerful travelers out of the pillar and have them fight for them. Then the war would be out of their control. No... Rubrum had to control those forces first. She still felt disgust at any sort of patriotism and camaraderie that her fellow classmates were developing, but she’d be doing this for Mother. That’s all it boiled down to. Perhaps that was the reason behind her slight desire to answer her question. Camilla seemed to be a lot like her.

“Sice. I’m a cadet from Class Zero. Y’happen to be in Rubrum’s magic academy, which functions as our main military capital. I know ya won’t be able to use this information at all, but keep your lips sealed. I’m not gonna be put t’blame for our country burning down because of one blabber-mouth. Got it?” 

[negatiivus]

♦ ✫

♦  - relationship with your muse.

sice is legitimately one of my all time favorite characters. i really admire persistence and having the strength to never give up on something. while i’m a lot nicer than sice (i mean i got 59% on some buzzfeed bitch quiz that i took but still) i really admire her no-nonsense attitude and doing things on her own. i’ve cosplayed her for years, i’ve rped her for years and i just really love her. <3

✫ - why you started rping. (on a masterlist bc i’ve been rping ocs for years before i joined tumblr rp)

uuummm i think it was like in junior year of hs where i first started? i broke up with my bf and my desire to do anything was at an all-time low, but my sister told me that a new mfrp was opening up and lightning from ffxiii was open. i really waned to try something new and i’ve never really had a canon muse before then so i jumped on that and enjoyed it ever since.

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     The appearance of the portal had been quite the distraction at home, something that Camilla could not and would never dare to simply ignore. The Hoshidans were no more capable of such magic than her own little brother, and though it was clearly too far advanced to be the work of her enemies, Camilla had taken it upon herslef to investigate. What else could a sister do to ensure the safety of her family? It simply wouldn’t do to have unwelcome guests arrive at Windmire, lest they encroach closer to Castle Krakenburg. A princess she might have been, Camilla would not let such a thing happen.

      Of the routes she could have decided between, the portal of her choice led… here. A school of sorts, filled with hardly pubescent youth who hadn’t yet been taught the proper way to conceal their lewd whispers. It was hardly different than walking among brand new Nohrian recruits: easily forgettable. The unwillingness of these strangers to speak to Camilla was unsurprising until a girl approached with an offer of help.

     “Ah,” Camilla began, touching a finger to her chin and narrowing her eyes. “You’ve caught me, have you? I assure you, I was not trying to make anyone jealous, though I can’t say I mind the attention from you. You are correct though – I don’t belong here. Would you mind enlightening me?”

[negatiivus]

Attention from her... what in the world was that supposed to mean. Sice slightly cringed at the thought, unsure of what she meant. The noble may have been similar to Emina in terms of personally, which was probably the explanation behind Sice’s slight uneasiness. Emina could be a little...much. Not like any of the boys noticed, nor cared. The cadet felt disdain at the very thought of having to play ‘tour guide’. She almost wished the woman was hostile, then she could do something that was actually exciting. As much as she hated being social, she could see the benefit of conversing with someone from her own world. Perhaps she could learn how to be stronger, how to better protect Mother.

“Other cadets too infatuated by your appearance to actually be useful, huh? Fortunately, for you, I couldn’t care less about it. But I ain’t a blabbermouth. Tell me more about where ya came from, first.”

[negatiivus]

It seemed that there was less and less to do within the academy walls. Airships stopped functioning and hit a barrier the moment they attempted to leave academy airspace. It was all too weird, and a little too sinister. Sice scowled at the airship clerk’s unsatisfactory response. IT couldn’t be a crystal jammer; that had nothing to do with airships. She hadn’t been as perceptive than when the pillar first appeared, but the reaper found her way out of the main gates and into the Rubrum region. Monsters and Imperial stragglers... Ah, what a sight.

Right as Sice turned her back, someone landed on the ground right behind her. A perfect landing, especially after offing a rouge soldier. The cadet wasn’t sure if this person was a friend or foe, but perhaps the warrior hadn’t noticed her presence.

@shadow-requiem

[negatiivus]

Some fun Munday asks!

♦: Relationship with your Muse.

♠: What's one thing you dislike about your Muse?

♣: Any headcanons about your muse?

♥: One thing you love about your Muse.

☾: Favorite moment from your Muse's canon, and why. (If your Muse is an OC, then favorite aspect of their story.)

☄: What you think of your Muse.

♪: Favorite song.

✫: Why you began RPing.

✽: Favorite season?

❂: The Mun's birthday. (Month and date--no year!)

☂: Favorite kind of weather.

✤: Favorite kind of food.

▲: The Mun's Zodiac sign. (Any kind of Zodiac works!)

●: If you could say just one thing to your Muse, what would it be?

☑: An OTP with your Muse in it (if you have any).

☒: A NOTP with your Muse in it (if you have any).

☁: Favorite part of RPing.

✉: Any RPers the Mun admires.

▶: A talent of the Mun's (besides RPing, of course!)

♬: Sing or say something! Post the link to it.

[negatiivus]

She had heard tales of cadets tossing moogles for fun, but never would she find herself in the middle of that. Unfortunately for Sice, that wouldn’t be the case. Her eyes contracted at the sight of a high speed moogle, headed right towards her. She jerked her shoulder back, the moogle whizzing past her face, only to make contact with the staircase rail. Mother of Etro.

“That was close. Who th’hell is going around throwin’ these things anyways?”

She craned her neck forward, getting a better view at the moogle’s assailant. They were a tall being, completely clad in bright armor. If they weren’t the color of a Chocobo, she’d assume they were Militesi. Sice narrowed her eyes, mostly at the sight of several moogles hovering over her. One must’ve gotten in the way of her movements, and met their fate. The flow of cadets throughout the main hall had stopped, probably because of this person and their moogle-chucking tendencies. She sighed and crossed her arms. Class Zero had to deal with a lot of bullshit, didn’t they.

“Hey, tin can. If ya wanna throw helpless moogles around here, ya need a permit.”

Even at the sight of a possible murderer, Sice’s sarcasm didn’t falter.

@xmortifera

[negatiivus]

oThe cadet never took a trip to the Chocobo Ranch. She didn’t really care for the animals, other than them being a huge asset in war and that they had no choice in the matter. Some Class Zero cadets, however, found it imperative to be here every single day. If Ace wasn’t a cadet, he’d definitely be a farmer. The love that the cardshark had for the big birds rivaled the love the Imperial army had towards...killing people. However, he understood the necessity of reliable transportation, one that didn’t rely so much on machinery. These overgrown chickens always met their gruesome fate. How long would it be until she’d go through the same?

An icy glare flickered to the left, spotting yet another traveler, who seemed to be familiar with the chocobos. White locks similar to hers, yet he looked distinctive enough to not be from Rubrum. Well, what did origin matter? She had no idea where she was from anyways. Suppressed, pushed back...forgotten memories. The bird craned its neck, pleased with the neck scratching session it was receiving from the traveler. 

“Seems that bird’s taken a liking to ya. Normally, this wouldn’t be a traveler’s first stop.”

No point in being hostile. At least not yet.

@scioned

[negatiivus]

She had picked up on rumors spreading throughout the student body. Someone who rivaled Emina Hanuhara in terms of looks and body had shown their face. The cadet wasn’t ever one to participate in the spread of crude and unnecessary information, but key words had caught her ear. Two Class Twelfth cadets had sat down close to her in the fountain courtyard. One thing Class Twelfth were good for was flapping their yaps. Rumor after rumor, they were the source of it. Although the rest of the classes did they part of carry misinformation throughout academy walls. Heck, even the rest of the Class Zero girls participated.

‘Did you see that woman in the terrace balcony? She’s so hot; maybe she’s our new commanding officer!’ ‘Dude, settle down... She’s probably a l’Cie from Concordia or something. That purple hair and fancy armor? That’s totally not from here. B-But hey forget about that, I have a defense magic exam in five minutes! Help me study!’

Curiosity had gotten the best of the reaper, stepping into the Grand Portal. If her speculations were right, it probably wasn’t a l’Cie. It was a stranger from that portal. Once she arrived at the terrace, she nodded her head. Right again.

“Another lost traveler, huh? Need help going home, or are you enjoying being the envy of every single insecure commanding officer here?”

@tovebloma

[negatiivus]

hey y’all sorry for the inactivity my laptop broke beyond repair two weeks ago and i lost a lot of stuff, including like half of my sice icons;; so sorry to those i owe replies to and to those starters that uh never made it out of my brain. to make up for that uh... go ahead and like this for a starter!! i’ll cap @ 3.

[vesperorum-blog]

TRUTHFULLY, he has absolutely no idea where he’s going: he’s had Hisca and Chastel to get onto him about where he was going before. Oh, and Flynn. But currently, Yuri had given into the childish urge to cold-shoulder Flynn until further notice, and he hadn’t bothered telling the twins about the stargate anyway. So, he’d been left with no navigator except himself, and had absentmindedly wandered into the gate in the throes of boredom.

The world he finds himself is… somewhat similar to his own, but different as well. The air seems to be charged with a type of tension that Yuri’s felt before, but has never been so heavy in Shizontania. Nevertheless, he just keeps walking, until he finds himself in what seems to be a school. Of some kind. Now this really reminds him of the Knights. He hears the words of a light-haired student – directed at him, and not talking about him – and turns to address her.

“Hey, what can I say. School cafeterias are all the rage, right?” And then the internal thought of, Oh, this is a school cafeteria. Huh.

[negatiivus]

Whatever attempt the man had made to try and blow off the fact he was hopelessly lost slid right off the cadet’s back. It was apparent now that the peristylium was being overrun. Sice didn’t know what weirded her out more. The fact it was happening...or the fact that no one seemed to care. She already had a thought similar to that before the portal transported her to the cafe, but it was too apparent to push away. If there wasn’t an open threat and Mother didn’t seem to mind, Sice felt no reason to keep putting effort towards an explanation. 

The school’s cafeteria definitely wasn’t an average one. Elegant tapestries hung from the ceilings, floating ever so gently above luxury furniture. The central bar was a nice touch as well. If the place hadn’t been so overrun consistently, she’d be able to stay frequently. Yet, she merely hopped around, hoping to find an area of recluse, away from all the useless banter and clutter.

Eyes glanced back over to him. While he wasn’t a threat, she was definitely curious about it all. Answer for the military could wait; she wanted answers of her own. She scoffed slightly in amusement, turning on her heel to face him. Brandishing her trademark scowl, she put out her offer.

“Tell me everything y’know about how you got here, and I’ll keep your presence a secret. Seen too many unfamiliar faces to call it a coincidence. We’re at war; I’m surprised th’Dominion’s takin’ so kindly to strangers. Trespassers usually pay with blood.”

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Elizabeth had always been the graceful type. Bur every so often the blue-clad attendant got over zealous in her excitement and this just happened  to be one of those times. She couldn’t help herself! The thrill of leaving one world for another was just too much for her! Five minutes here…six hours there… She was having more fun than she’d had since she discovered what an escalator was! What was not so fun was looking up from the dirt she had promptly fallen face first toward and into the very sharp tip of a weapon perched perilously above her nose.

Actually, scratch that. It was more than fun – it was wonderful.

“Hmm?” Elizabeth hummed, holding up her empty hands in innocence, “Normally I am all about prying into ones affairs, but I think in this case you must be mistaken. I am here as a traveler, not as an enemy.” the golden eyed attendant replied, a slow smile spearing across her features as she drank in her surroundings. 

Pushing the weapon away with one hand, Elizabeth did a twirl as she looked around the arena she had appeared in, clapping her hands together one in glee. Had she entered another tournament? What kind of fighters would she be meeting this time?! And was there a prize? Turning to the other woman, she snuck close to her, pressing invasively against her arm with a grin, “Do tell me though .. where have I ended up this time? I want to know all about this glorious arena of combat!”

[negatiivus]

No regrets, the cadet supposed.

She watched with disgust, a gloved hand pushing aside the steel that took the lives of many. Whoever this woman was, she definitely wasn’t afraid. The scythe was a dull knife to her, unable to cut apart the excitement she emanated through her twirls and twists. Her outfit was odd, a deep ocean blue. Icy blue met solid gold, a witty atmosphere within the attendant’s eyes. Sice wasn’t intimidated by the intrusion, simply...confused. Who would admit to being a weasel with such a pleased expression? As the woman got up, Sice kept a vicegrip on her weapon’s pole. Who knew what kind of ruse this was.

Dust and dirt kicked up inside the arena walls, the attendant running about ecstatically. She crashed into the cadet’s personal space, hoping to siphon information out of her, like a sponge. The reaper didn’t hesitate to shove her aside, sneering at her invasion of privacy. She wasn’t an enemy but damn, was she annoying. Other than the attendant’s droning exclamations, the arena was dead silent. No imitation supersoldiers, no imperial bait...absolutely nothing. She hadn’t activated the combat simulation just yet, but at that moment, she felt no need to do so. She had her hands full.

“Everyone’s out on patrol and I’m stuck playin’ babysitter. If I wanted to have motherly responsibilities, I would’ve stayed with Machina instead.” 

A ragged sigh soon followed. At least she’d feel less guilt with hitting Machina. Guy could really use a reminder. Everyone’s lost someone in the war; it wasn’t like they could remember anyways. The crystal wiped memories of the dead, and that was that. Or well it should have been until Machina stuck his fat nose where it didn’t belong. 

“This is just a practice arena. Nothin’ really happens here. If ya really want a fight, I won’t hesitate t’cut ya down. Sounds like a hell of a time, doesn’t it? ...Nah. Didn’t think so. ”

[flawedfinery]

‘Why does everyone keep calling me that?’

Her single thought was dipped in frustration at the nickname. Princess. There was a pile of aliases that she had been labeled with before but nothing as confounding as well…princess. She was called Ms. Schnee by employees, Ice Queen by most of her classmates, and…Snow Angel by a particular blue haired boy but that wasn’t the point! She was called a brat and an over glorified heiress but from after hearing it once from the mouth of her own partner it would never be her favorite. This weird hooligan who left her mantle littered with holes and scorch marks was beginning to wear down on Weiss. Perhaps if there was anything or anyone she could hate more than the White Fang at this very moment…it just might be this girl. 

Weiss gripped her rapier’s handle firmly in an effort to steady her emotions and ignore the other’s embarrassing truth. It wasn’t her fault she had been dropped in such a place with only a degenerate to keep her company. Also, myrtenaster wasn’t some oversize stick but a priceless and handmade heirloom straight from her father’s collection. It was a versatile rapier that harmonized splendidly with Weiss. It’s revolver chamber had only seen premium dust which is quite a pretty price tag. But none the less Weiss accepted her temporary truce and returned her weapon to it’s usual place on her hip.   

Crossing her now free arms she gave a Hmph before retorting, “So you’ve seen the lights too. Well then…seeing as you’ve finally stopped pointing your weapon at me means you believe me if only a little.”

Hopefully now Weiss could get just a small amount of information as to where the light had taken her. If she was thinking correctly it was almost like a portal and that in-between was like a library of said portals. Sadly she managed to walk into this one. 

“Now if you could,” She paused and sighed softly at the next word of her sentence, “educate me on where exactly I am that would be more than helpful um…” Weiss ended the last bit on a unsure note considering she didn’t know what to call the other besides words that could be considered distasteful. 

[negatiivus]

The cadet turned her head once the traveler sheathed her once brandished weapon. Perhaps she understood the extremity of her situation. During a time of war, the Academy was cynical of all visitors, regardless of their... uncanny similarity to some of their cadets. White hair, huh? Not many people in Rubrum lacked pigment in their hair. Come to think of it... Sice and Seven were the sole cadets with light hair. Everyone else was blonde, brown-haired or...wait what was this? What kind of stupid thought process was this?

Sice shook her head, displeased with the train of thought her mind had taken. Was she truly that bored? 

“Believe you? What kind of fool would I be if I denied all of this, huh? Y’fell into this place through some kinda magic portal. I’m not blind.”

One sarcastic remark after another, Sice felt no inclination to give the girl any sort of information. Not unless she got some first. The fencer seemed harmless enough, but that tongue of hers was sharp enough to be a thorn in the reaper’s side. It nearly rivaled her own tongue. Master of remarks, that one.

“Not so fast. Y’can’t expect me t’give all the details, without anything in return. That’s not how th’game is played here, princess.”

She huffed before continuing, irritated that she was stuck with the hitchhiker.

“Sice. Shove th’word ya were thinkin’ of back into your mouth.”

[mickeyblades]

Sice + Skills

Requested by spiral-seeker

[negatiivus]

So many strangers have set foot inside academy walls recently. It bugged the reaper that no one noticed, nor seemingly cared for it. She saw them come and go, as if they had been the victim of poor direction. She had yet to set foot into the unknown, mainly due to Mother not condoning such behavior. ...But when was she a goody-two-shoes? Conflict reigned in her mind, causing her to retreat to the student ready room for a pick-me-up. The hushed murmur of cadet conversations rung in the air, perhaps about the long-haired man who stuck out like a sore thumb. 

“Out of all the places you could go, a school cafeteria’s what you chose? I’m not sure whether to be touched or creeped out.”

@enkazan

[negatiivus]

OK I’M TRASH SRY

i just got hired at my college dream job and whatnot, so i’ve been doing some work with that which is why i’ve been stagnant and dead! go ahead and like this for a small starter from your friendly (ha) neighborhood reaper inside suzaku’s peristylium. cap’s @ 3!

[negatiivus]

ooh right an intro i should do that. welp hiya! i’m leonella, also known as mod aries! i go by she/her pronouns (but honestly i don’t really mind if you want to call me something else) and just leonella will do fine ;v; there’s some other variations of my name out there but i prefer this one.

i’m a 20 year old senior in college studying sociology, with minors in anthropology and statistics! you’ll find me on here either on the masterlist itself, as sice here, or yukari takeba! sice is from final fantasy type 0 btw, a game that i highly recommend and have loved for probably like 4 years. also if i get more type 0 castmates i’ll probably cry and i just-- i love to draw, cosplay, rp, sing, and get involved on campus ;v; i have such a passion for student affairs that i’m hoping to go to grad school for it! i feel that i’m incredibly friendly and easy to approach so please please don’t hesitate to shoot me a message whether its to ask a question or to just say hi!!

OOOH right and my twitter is omnecaelus so feel free to follow!

and i keep editing this bc im stupid trash helo

real excited to rp with you all!