#veronica support

[verseandrhyme]

( 💢 your muse collides with mine )

"—hyunrgh!"

A flash of pink, a blow to her torso— the sound wrung from Veronica's mouth as she is violently introduced with another student is less than graceful, to say the least, but at least she didn't hiss out any violent profanities. Crimson blinks, feet make an attempt to steady themselves once more.

The crease of Veronica's brows run deep, but she's honestly more humiliated than annoyed. She smoothens her dress with a huff.

"Hm..." she struggles to stay civil, "let's be... careful next time."

The other’s exclamation is met in chorus with a grunt of Mitama’s own. The expression is less from pain and more from surprise. Her hand flies to her side all the same, pressing against the sore flesh to ease the ache. Surely it will not bruise, but Mitama’s gaze drops instinctively to it before moving to the other.

She does not recognize her, but can clearly read displeasure in every line of her expression. Understandable, though Mitama’s own response is slow as the girl seems to struggle to deliver any kind of response.

“Apologies, of course. One would hope for more elegance at an event that demanded it.” Clearly the other was in no mood to apologize.

Mitama pulls out her ring and gestures towards the other. “A stamp then? As a physical olive branch?”

[minorindech]

sword of doubt

@vedrfolnr {+1 Sword}

“Um...maybe this is a bad idea after all.

Bernadetta did not like swords. If she could, she would stay as far away from swords as possible. After all, swords were used to hurt people! And, she supposed, protect some people too but protecting people also involved hurting other people and Bernadetta didn’t like the idea of something being put in her hands with the express purpose of hurting people! Sure, she used her bow but that was different because...because it was different!

So when they set up a stand of swords and told the students to just try it, Bernadetta was understandably reluctant to pick up one of the strange looking blades that were laid out before them.

There was something...off about the weapons. Or at least, Bernie thought so. While other students were off studying the blade, she was tending to her plants or making little crafts...but the way the swords glowed slightly, or appeared to be made out of strange materials couldn’t be natural, could it? After all, that one even looked like candy!

Bernadetta frowned and then slowly glanced at the other student next to her. What...oh dear, what was her name again? There were so many students. Bernadetta tried not to groan too loudly.

“So, uh...are we supposed to wait for somebody or do we just...take one?”