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These have been the happiest years of my life. Indie Rose || Tales of Zestiria || sfw written by cherry [ Semi-hiatus ]

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cute first date ideas: hand-to-hand combat

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@broadswordandpistol

There was an urgency to this mission. Most missions came with a deadline, its true, but most were set to fit in with the client’s plans. It wasn’t high priority for the Scattered Bones who valued quality of their investigation and the smoothness of carrying their task out over all else. But, from all they’ve been told, if they didn’t eliminate their target by tomorrow, a lot of people were going to die. A planned attack on a rival business’s storehouses, and a past history of similar foul play.

No time to hesitate; they either acted or didn’t on the information they had. One life against many. Rose hadn’t been here for the investigation –her time was so limited these days, spent at Sorey’s side– but she trusted her people’s judgment. There was no room not to, and the incriminating evidence was convincing.

She was perched outside the man’s house, the cover of darkness hiding her from her perch where she had a good view through his window. Patiently she waited for him to dim the candles and go to sleep. Not long now, until she could slip in and decide for herself if this would be his last night or not.

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Rose would have to wait a while. Occasionally she would catch a flicker of a second shadow in the candlelit room. Eventually, however, one of those candles moved towards the door. It opened, revealing her target, and someone else.

“Take care of yourself, all right? I know times are tough right now, but you’ll get through this.” A dark-haired man clasped her target’s shoulder and released him. “Hang in there.”

“Heh, if you say so, Alvin. You’re in town for the next few days?” Although the merchant looked worn and tired, he straightened upright with a small note of resolve.

“Yeah, that’s right. I’ll drop by the shop tomorrow. See ya then.” He turned to go, waving over his shoulder at his friend before the door closed between them.

The malak was only a few steps along the path to the street when he stopped and tilted his head, as if listening. He turned sharply, locking unerringly onto the assassin’s perch, tucked his hands into his pockets, and ambled that direction.

“Snooping around in the middle of the night? What’s the deal, Spook?”

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The second figure was a wrench in the plans. Nobody had mentioned anyone with this man's description. A visiting friend that just came today? An accomplice? Rose would have preferred to know everything, but holes in knowledge was part of the trade. So she waited patiently, quietly massaging cramps out of her muscles as she stayed still for so long, watching her target and his companion.

Looking into even the dimly lit room had spoiled her night vision, and she cursed silently at that as the second man -named Alvin?- left the building and came down the street. She couldn't get more than an outline of him, the details grey and fuzzy. Funny, it felt like he was approaching her location--

The assassin blinked, freezing still as the man spoke unmistakably to her. With her dark mottled clothes and holding as still as death on an overcast night, she should have been all but invisible, yet he's noticed.

Rose reacted immediately; he was a threat to the mission if he knew she was here. Jumping out from her perch, both blades drawn in an instant, she feigned high, dropped low, and aimed to trip him up. Hopefully she could knock him out without causing too much of a ruckus quickly.

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Some people will step on you. Be one of the finest thorns.

juanlucio  (via wnq-writers)

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Headcanon; After the incident with Prince Conan, the remnants of the Windriders had to clear their own names. They worked relentlessly for months gathering evidence and bribing and blackmailing their way to the truth until they could present the entire story.

The fact Rose had killed the Prince in her moment of rage and loss had to be hidden and was their greatest obstacle but eventually, they succeeded. The past members of the Windriders were pardoned and given an apology for their unjust seizure. Those who had been executed were given proper last rites, and the Sparrowfeathers came into being. However their underground work never went away, forming the foundations of the Scattered Bones.

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the-king-of-the-wind:

Such events had never been to his liking. 

Richard busied himself at the table, perusing at length over the various foods more in hopes of avoiding conversation for a few moments than because he truly all that hungry. One could only fake pleasantries for so long and he could feel his patience with everyone’s facades growing thin. Everyone here spoke of bettering Pendrago, bettering Rolance as a whole, but none sought anything save their own gain. The world would never find peace while people clung to such selfish desires. 

The voice turns his head, one he is not immediately familiar with and finds a woman vaguely familiar at best. He does not doubt that their paths have crossed in the past, for she does not seem out of place here despite her more humble attire. Rather she wears the simple style well, in a way that made her appear far better than those overwhelmed with gaudy trinkets and baubles. 

“It is not terrible, though I would advise against the tartlets,” Richard answered pointing to the small fruit topped pastries. “I’d one earlier and the fruit was a bit sour. If you’re hungry, I would try some of these,” he offers with a courteous smile, gesturing to a selection of flavoured breads and dressings. “I found the spiced one in particular to my liking.”  

“Forgive me, I feel as though we have met before, but my memory does not serve. Might I ask your name?” 

“Are they now?” Rose glanced at the fruit tartlets critically, before gingerly picking one herself and then considering the breads for a moment. If she kept her manners, it wasn’t great to be just stuffing her face, but she hadn’t been kidding about how hungry she was. Too much time dancing and chatting and paying attention to a dozen things at once, trying to get the latest updates on all important information, not enough eating.

Ah screw it. Rose not-so-shyly piled her plate up with the bread, a nice big wallop of butter and some other flavoured sauces, topping it with a side of yoghurt and fruits. Dessert, lunch, what was the difference?

“Thanks!” She grinned mischievously as he asked for her name. “ I’m Rose, of the Sparrowfeathers.” She gave a quick modified curtsy, given that one hand was now balancing a fairly full plate.

“I’ve passed through Pendrago a couple of times before. I don’t think I’ve ever caught your name either?”

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             “If you’re here to quell me, don’t waste your time. If that life was meant for me, I would have gotten it back long ago.” Daemons, hellions, whatever his kind are called now, it matters not. This is how it’s almost always been – this is just how it will always have to be.

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Those who didn’t want to be saved often couldn’t be. She remembered harshly that lesson when she’d had to strike down a member of his own family. The Shepherd examined the other critically, hands on her waists as she considered his words.

“So you know what you are, and you’re okay with it?”

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decordepuro:

        “I know you could kick my butt if you wanted to!” Let’s not forget their earlier encounters when she was concealing herself as the Scattered Bones leader. “You’re a good Squire, Rose, you have been since the start.”

With a laugh, she offered him a hand to help him back on his feet. “You get this one, but don’t think flattery’ll always earn you points.”

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elementalistacademyrp:

Anima was a little surprised to be approached, though he shouldn’t be, he reckoned. His smile was a tired but hopeful one.

“Just to sell a few things from out by the woods, and maybe buy some extra clothes and fabric, if you have that.” He was considering a proper hunting knife as well, though he’d made no final decision on that. Basics, sure, but necessities.

From up close, she’d easily tell he probably lived by the woodlands, if not directly in them. He had the scent of lake water.

“Let’s head to our stall and see what you’ve got. We do have some fabrics although maybe not for your needs.” The latest fashions from Ladylake didn’t quite seem like they’d fit his walk of life. “But we do know a store that carries some sturdy textiles. We can help you work out a deal.”

She waved for his to follow, pushing a path for them back to the Sparrowfeathers. “You a hunter or something? That’s a pretty dangerous trade these days.” What with general state of the world, most people preferred to stay in the safety of cities.

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divinexwrath:

I thought I’d never see you again. He could say the same thing if he was honest. Approaching Maotelus, Sorey had accepted the fact he’d never see her again, or any of them for a long time. Yet it seemed the Lord was full of surprises, and he wanted to see what became of the world. While malevolent, there was a form of compassion deep inside.

Deep… Deep inside. Deeper than the ocean, probably.

The tension is broken when she punches his arm, and he moves to rub it with a laugh. She hadn’t changed it seemed, comforting. He’d admit that much. “Hahah.. Well, I suppose we did leave quite a mess behind and you can’t say you weren’t involved!” He sticks his tongue out at her, playfully of course!

“Well, Maotelus isn’t exactly.. Ah.. He’s not as cooperative as I hoped but right now he just wants to look around.”

It was weird, seeing Sorey like this. Still so young, still as she remembered him despite the passage of more than a decade. A little snapshot of another time, as her own time flew past. Even as she had to deal with living in a world without him, so he too would one day have to do so without her.

“That big old dragon’s with you?” Rose inquired at the name of that Great Lord.

“Does that mean you’re not sticking around...?” The world had made progress since the Shepherd was sealed away, but it wasn’t anywhere near the dream Sorey had envisioned. Resonance was more common but still rare, belief in the Seraphim still weak, the very lands still suffering under the remnants of the Age of Chaos. It would take more than Rose’s lifetime to heal this world.

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It's time for another surprise attack! Incoming aerial attack!

“--Uwahh!!” For once, he actually caught her off guard. All that training must be paying off, and the boss might be a little distracted. As Yuri landed, Rose dropped the heavy ledger book she was reading and kicked back in her chair in alarm-- too far. With arms flailing with futility, the chair tipped backwards and crashed to the floor.

She was up on her feet in an instant. “Oh you are going to pay for that!”

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IM HOME AND I STOPPED BLEEDING and its 3:30AM and i’m up in 5 hours but screw it im grabbing my icons and doing some writing

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It’s also why my postgame verse feels averse to being called Shepherd or ever truly taking that mantle for herself. She’s only the Shepherd in ability, the ability to fight and purify but she doesn’t embody the role of Shepherd as Sorey had been Shepherd 

your job is to give life, mine is to take it-- got that?

She’s taken countless lives, lived in the shadows. A life in the light didn’t suit her. She doesn’t regret what she’s done but someone like her couldn’t possibly follow in Sorey’s footsteps

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sorry guys im still working and probably not gonna be on tonight. but ive been thinking about rose a lot as a parallel to Yuri Lowell. She feels a lot like a more mature version of Yuri to me, someone’s who’s been where he’s been but had come to the same conclusions and reconciliation of their ideals years ago

“We just did what we had to, nothing more. That’s not “saving” anything if you think about it.”

She’ll do what she’s gotta do, because someone has to protect the weak and helpless in a world where the system won’t. And if that means bearing the weight of blood on her own soul, then so be it. She doesn’t pretend that what she does is right or just, only that its necessary

“But it’s true that a world where we don’t have to kill is best.“

She believes in Sorey. She believes in Alisha. They’re the Flynn to her Yuri. She wants that world too, and she believes in their ability to make a world that one day, one that won’t need people like her. And if that day comes, she’ll gladly fade away to make room for the light

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