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“W-Wait! Pardon me!”
Daedra wove her way through the collection of people, her eyes locked on a familiar shade of purple as it wove through the busy market.
“Ex-Excuse me! Sir!! Please---c-can I ask you something?”
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He was reading. Studying, to be specific, which was pretty much all Robin seemed to be doing these days. He spent the vast majority of his time in the college library, sitting alone at the furthest table in the back with all his textbooks spread out in front of him. He had a few big projects and tests coming up, and the young man didn’t feel the least bit prepared for them yet, so he didn’t expect he would be moving until the building staff actually had to kick him out for the night. It had happened many times before - in fact most of them knew him by name at this point.
One staff member had already come by and suggested he go home - her message still scrawled messily on the tablet he always left open beside him for this exact purpose. You look like crap, go get some sleep, it said. Harsh, perhaps, but the obvious concern on her face had clearly displayed what she was really going for. Robin had chuckled and shrugged it off. He didn’t have time to sleep - even if he did look like crap. Which he was sure he did.
Right now he was actually having trouble staying focused at all. He’d barely eaten that day, and it was nearing evening and he was tired and hungry and honestly just ready to call it a night. But he couldn’t. The dark bag under his eyes were making them feel heavier by the moment, and every now and again his stomach would growl (hopefully quietly), but Robin pressed on. If he didn’t get this stuff through his head by the end of the night he knew he would never be able to, so he’d have to fight through it. He would get this memorised even if it killed him.
Her mind tended to wander as the words on the pages became nothing. Placing a loose piece of paper into the book, Corrin closed it and stood up. Stretching her limbs, rolling her shoulders, she stepped out to get some fresh air. She enjoyed what she was studying, but Leo's work ethic and hard teachings took their toll on her at times. A good way to stretch tense muscles was to spar, right? Either way, a little swordplay would be alright. Extra practice would go to no waste.
Bare feet tapped against the earth, pushing the dirt slightly inward. With Yato at her side, and her dragonstone around her neck, she made her way towards the forest's edge. Head held high, unsheathing her blade, the reflection of metal was as welcomed sight. Hands gripped the hilt, arms raised high, all that could be heard was the sound of thumps and air being sliced as Yato took down whatever was in its way, landing into the tree's bark. Left swing, right swing, left swing, overhead -- she was rather determined to take down the maple tree in front of her.
Quarter way through it, a shadow caught her eye from the corner. Could of it just been her arm, from swinging her blade, or was someone there? Halting her practice, Corrin took a few steps back, looking towards the direction of where she thought she the mass.
"Who's there?" Could of it been a spy...?
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@hierophantgrima : "I wonder if I flay you, will you squirm and shriek in agony? Or will you always have the same stone face... Let's find out. Stay still, puppet."
“As you command but.. M-Master Grima,.. you know I won’t react like that.” Nix answered, praying it would prevent the accursed being from tormenting her once again. This wasn’t how she wanted to meet her end, not as some toy and certainly not to bleed out because she was powerless to protect herself. “Please.. I beg of you..”
Rise of a New King
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It’s almost sudden, and instantaneous. There was nothing but silence and darkness for a moment, a sense of dread and loneliness. A feeling of horror hit him, making him gasp and awake with such a start. And then, everything was bright and it was cold. So very cold. Crimson eyes shut again as a groan escape his lips. His entire body ached, and it hurt to take what felt like his first breath. Confusion soon took over when he tried to think back to what was going on before he opened his eyes. His memories were empty, as if this was the first time he ever lived. It felt like he had merely just come into being for the very first time.
That sense of fear was back for a brief moment when he realized he wasn’t alone. Eyes opening again, he quickly sat up before groaning. This body of his still screamed, every movement causing it to shriek in agony. Every breath felt like knifes digging into his lungs, but progressively lessened. He looked around, noticing the figure that was standing before him. A complete stranger in his eyes, but he still felt as if he should know this person. The fear from before melted away to relief, and he wondered why he felt so happy to see someone else. However, his first thought wasn’t to inquire about the identity of this stranger. No, he asked about the identity of someone else entirely instead.
“Who....who am I?”
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How many times had she fought and won? How many times had she found herself needing to retreat? The answer for both was the same: Far more than she could count. That was the case for any scenario in battle save for one: Giving up. She had never given up without a fight, not even once.
As far as she was concerned, nothing could make her give up without a fight. She would rather die than give up without a fight. And this time was no exception.
“What do you even hope to achieve here? Tell me that.”
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It’s been a long day. A long, bloody day. A large group of people hoping to take down Grima had almost made it to the Plegian castle he sometimes resided in. They plowed through the weaker Risen with eaze, so Henry and the more powerful Risen who guarded the castle had to deal with it. They were greatly outnumbered, which didn’t bother Henry much, as he had curses that could easily kill a hundred people, though when you get into mass curses like that, there’s more room for error. There were many fighters left over who had to be picked off one by one. He and the Risen got the job done, of course, and enjoyed every second of it, but the battle left the dark mage dreadfully tired. He would need some recovery time for his wounds to heal.
Now Henry was in his favorite place to be during his down time, the library. The Plegian castle library was one of the few places left where you could find books that were still intact, and many of them were on the dark arts. They gave him so many wicked ideas for new curses, he loved it so much.
At this point in time, he was passed out on a couch, book open on his chest. Not a position he liked people to see him in, though the only living people in the castle at the moment were himself and Grima, and what were the chances Grima would come in here right now?
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What ringtone my muse has set for yours:
N/A (he would have Grima’s ringtone specifically set to the longest possible vibration setting so he would know it was him if he ever called for some reason)
What contact photo my muse has set for yours:
What my muse thinks of the way yours texts:
He doesn’t mind it, though it would be nice if he would use smiley faces sometimes, and maybe be a little less demanding when he wants something
How quickly my muse responds to your texts:
Depends. If they’re in the middle of a conversation, pretty quickly - if Grima texts him out of nowhere while he’s out sometimes it’ll take a while for him to get back to him. If Grima texts more than once he’ll usually answer faster.
How often our muses text:
A lot. If they’re not together it’s fairly consistent, and even sometimes when they’re in the same area it’s just easier to send a quick text than bother trying to communicate any other way.
How often our muses call:
Very rarely. Robin would call if he thought he’d really upset Grima somehow and had to apologise faster than he could type, which would lead to an awkward silence right after and then immediately hanging up on him.
Does my muse purposefully miss calls from yours:
Probably. If Grima is calling him it’s likely just to draw his attention to a missed text, so he would “deny” the call and then answer the text right away.
Last text sent from my muse to yours:
Almost home! c:
