How May I Assist You?

"To have reached this destination... Thou must have come far. Let me help thou further, brave soul." ((An RP/Ask blog for Witch Beatrice.))

[witchbeatrice]

Do you have a spell that turns people into chocolate?

The witch gazes at the grey knight, a questioning look of her own capturing her features."Turns people... into chocolate...? Of what use would a spell like that be?"

[witchbeatrice]

☭ "FEEBLE CURSED ONE"

Battle Theme: Final Fantasy XIII Battle Theme (Blinded By Light)

Battle intro: The witch and the sorcerer stood facing each other, their catalysts already raised.“FEEBLE CURSED ONE-““I am not cursed.”“CHOSEN UNDEAD-““I am not the Chosen Undead.”“FUCKING BITCH.”

Victory: “Hah, it appears to me that thou were taken down by the ‘glories’ that are MY spells.”

Defeat: “W-Why…? Who…. art thou?”

Assist: “Straid, I believe it would be best if thou did not taunt every enemy we encountered.”

Taunt: “Is that the best thou can do, old man?”

Reacting to Taunt: “Thou art all talk, sorcerer.”

Tie: “Thou shall be seeing me again.”

Perfect Victory: “Thou art an admirable foe, Straid. Weak, but admirable nonetheless.”

[straid-of-olaphis]

“I may have made an underestimation.”

[witchbeatrice]

☭ "FEEBLE CURSED ONE"

Battle Theme: Final Fantasy XIII Battle Theme (Blinded By Light)Battle intro: The witch and the sorcerer stood facing each other, their catalysts already raised."FEEBLE CURSED ONE-""I am not cursed.""CHOSEN UNDEAD-""I am not the Chosen Undead.""FUCKING BITCH."Victory: "Hah, it appears to me that thou were taken down by the 'glories' that are MY spells."Defeat: "W-Why...? Who.... art thou?"Assist: "Straid, I believe it would be best if thou did not taunt every enemy we encountered."Taunt: "Is that the best thou can do, old man?"Reacting to Taunt: "Thou art all talk, sorcerer."Tie: "Thou shall be seeing me again."Perfect Victory: "Thou art an admirable foe, Straid. Weak, but admirable nonetheless."

[witchbeatrice]

☭

Battle Theme: None.Battle intro: The witch watched, horrified as the paladin approached her, all recognition and light gone from her eyes. "Cera... No."Victory: Beatrice reached down to close the girl's eyes, willing the tears back. "Cera... I'm so sorry. Forgive me."Defeat: The witch staggered backwards before falling onto her knees, the cold of the blade wrapping her up in its embrace. She looked up at her friend for the last time as she walked away without a hint of remorse. "Goodbye, Cera."Assist: "I think it would be better if thou did not do that. Or that. Perhaps it would be better if I go first?"Taunt: "Cera, please. I know this isn't thou. Come back to me!"Reacting to Taunt: Beatrice knew there was no point in reacting to the cruel words that fell from the paladin's mouth. This was not her friend, not anymore.Tie: Beatrice watched as Cera stood still, hunched over and still recovering from her wounds. The witch was in the same pose, only her head was tilted up to keep watch on the paladin. Perfect Victory: The witch looked down at the paladin, a tear dropping onto the dead girl's cheek. Her death had been quick and painless. "'This is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but with a whimper.'"

[edhelernil-a-deactivated2018020]

15 Associations.

[witchbeatrice]

Reblog and fill in the answers you most associate your character to with each question.

o1. animal : Black Cat o2. color : Moss Green o3. month : October o4. song :  Moonlight Sonata o5. number :  1 o6. day or night : Midnight o7. plant :  Creeping Ivy o8. smell : Moss and Dirt o9. gemstone : Jadeite 1o. season : Fall 11. place : Darkroot Garden/ Any Forest 12. food : Nuts, Berries, Plants 13. astrological sign : Aries 14. element : Earth 15. drink :  Water

[askpaladincera-blog]

Moonlight in Darkroot

[askpaladincera-blog]

  It was faltering. She must have hit it pretty solidly. Cera moved slowly, in a walk to clear the gap, she heard the charge, and was slightly off to the side while the butterfly landed. And right there she was. As it touched down her arms raised and she brought her mace down as hard as she could. Then she did it again. And again.

It must’ve been about fifteen seconds that she was just smashing down, at the point she was hitting brick, before she let the mace slip out of her hands and fall to the ground. There was heavy breathing before an even exhale as she turned her head, splattered in bug blood. She looked exhausted, but from the filth she felt on her skin she would turn the look around for her savior.

Her eyes closed from her smile as her cheeks raised a bit, and she raised her hand with a thumbs up before she sat straight down, leaning against the walled ledge. She did it. With help she did it. “You’re amazing.” Cera said as she tried to relax. As long as she didn’t leave, maybe she could help hold the ties between their worlds for just a little longer. “I couldn’t have done any of this..” She began to pause as it all clicked to her. She was terrified. But as she opened her eyes and turned her head to see Beatrice again she smiled. “I’ll see you some time again, right?” She questioned, not expecting an answer, although she was begging for one on the inside.

[witchbeatrice]

Beatrice couldn't help but smile at the girl. She could feel herself being pulled out of this world, and back into her own, but she could also feel something else. It wasn't physical, no, it was something in the pit of her stomach, something that demanded her attention.

Sorrow.

She realized she didn't want to go yet. The paladin girl intrigued her quite a bit and, despite the circumstances, Beatrice had enjoyed being summoned into her world. 

So, when Cera asked if she would see Beatrice again, the witch smiled and spoke from the heart, her voice barely audible as she faded away.

"I hope so."

[askpaladincera-blog]

Moonlight in Darkroot

[askpaladincera-blog]

  "Thank you Beatrice. I’ve got it." She said with a smile before she took off. When she ended up on the ground she waited a minute, she wondered if this was really a better situation. It didn’t feel like it, but that’s because she was in a mix of hiding and trying to be a target. She could hear Beatrice calling to her, and once the needle storm was over. She pushed to her feet, jumping, waving. With the damage they were doing Cera felt like this fight could be over once the thing settled down. Then she saw it charging again, but it turned away from her, even away from Beatrice. There was only one real issue with everything, and that was that it was charging. Then Beatrice was still, casting a spell, as the moonlight butterfly let out a strong beam of magic. The second it was visible Cera was sprinting.

Seconds felt like minutes, then hours. Everything felt like it was going slow. So very slow, but Cera made it, stopping and standing in front of Beatrice. She wasn’t afraid, her shield was on her back, her estus was dangling from her hip, and she knew that Beatrice would hit the butterfly hard enough to make it realize it picked a losing battle. She was mouthing something already. But until then…

Pain, there was a lot of pain. She felt as though her soul had just been struck, some of it forced out of her body. How did magic really work anyway? It was a mental question for herself as she laid on the ground after the laser. She rolled over and grabbed her estus, sipping while she pulled herself to her feet. She hoped it would come down, nearly begged for it as she took her mace with both hands. Either her or the butterfly would be facing a very permanent death very soon. 

[witchbeatrice]

Beatrice finished off her chant, and a bright arrow flew from her catalyst, hitting the right wing of the Butterfly. It faltered in its flapping, and moved to land on the ledge of the bridge. The witch spun towards Cera, who had just gotten up onto her feet after taking the hit that had been aimed at Beatrice. "Cera, it's landed!" She shouted, hoping the paladin wasn't out of it to the point where she wouldn't be able to wield her weapon. "Now's thine chance!"

She began chanting one last spell, but she doubted that it would be necessary. A couple hits from Cera would spell the end for the creature.

[ask-the-ash-maiden]

(I hope you have a sweater big enough) --inquire-the-embraced

((YOU BET YOUR ASS SHE DOES MODERN AU ANA LIVES FOR OVER SIZED SWEATERS))

Ana thinks that she lives in a perpetual state of freezing.

It’s not that she’s too cold for the world, really. It’s just that the world is too cold for her. A lot of the woman’s friends tell her that she’s like a portable space heater, throwing off constant waves of heat for, well, some reason or another, and while that’s all fine and good in their opinions it leaves her all the more miserable.

She’s shivering now, bundled up in a multitude of thick sweaters that are perhaps three or four sizes too big, the clothing doing absolutely nothing to shield her from the chill of the movie theater that they were currently seated in. Lautrec is seated to her right, staring up at the large screen with that slightly irritated wholly uninterested face that he always seems to wear.

It takes a few moments for the man to look over at her shivering form, and he lets out a huff before doing something completely unexpected. Ana is caught entirely off guard as her companion lifts up one of the layers of clothing and essentially just… crawls underneath her sweater, wrapping his arms around her much smaller frame and sticking his head out of the same collar that she was occupying.

She stays frozen like that for a handful of seconds, not quite sure how to react. Lautrec was certainly not one to do… this. She had just supposed that it wasn’t in his nature. To be… cuddly or wholly intimate. But its… nice, and she feels her chilled shivers stopping. Gradually she relaxes in his grip, and leans into the contact.

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[sokumotanaka-deactivated2018121]

Send ☭ for a vs. battle quote to your muse

Includes

Battle Theme:

Battle intro:

Victory:

Defeat:

Assist:

Taunt:

Reacting to Taunt:

Tie:

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[glassmemoir-blog]

You can also put the word “Boss” in front of the symbol and I’ll write it as a boss battle instead of just a generic battle.

[askpaladincera-blog]

Moonlight in Darkroot

[askpaladincera-blog]

  Cera was almost shaking, before she looked up and noticed the witch’s smile.  Beatrice would almost undoubtedly notice the tension in her shoulders relax. This witch had ranged attacks, Cera could handle the attacks for a bit. She was ready. So with a nod she spoke. “i’m so glad.” she didn’t yet move as the woman walked past her.  When she finally turned the witch was facing her. Cera let out a genuine smile, one of the first few she had and nodded her head in a sign of a bow. “I’m Cera, Beatrice. And I appreciate the help. I feel like I just can’t do it on my own.” She tried to explain, “But I won’t stop. I can’t stop.”

Cera was moving up the steps slightly faster than Beatrice, but mostly only to catch up before she stopped at the wall. It was such a strange thing, the mist. “Can you phantoms see that.” She asked as she just stared at the wall. She swallowed hard and then closed her eyes, letting her body stay relaxed. She raised her legs, making sure her knight leggings were ready to bend. “What do you suggest?” Cera said as she stretched. “I think we go on in, and you can cast magic at it. “You know magic right?” She said before pausing. “Of course you do, of course you do. But I can distract it, and I can protect myself.” She said as she held her left hand out with the talisman. “I believe we can do this together.” She said as she smiled again to Beatrice, making sure the plan was down before she stepped through the gate, waiting, just watching the beautiful horned insect flap, and shine. It was a shame it was violent. 

She just waited another moment, for both Beatrice’s reassurance, and for the charge that she expect, before glowing orbs tracked on her location. “I’ll distract it.” Cera said as she began to move, watching the orbs as she spoke quick verses, pushing hard with her hips to blast the magic that was sent her way back skyward. If only it was able to hit the butterfly. She didn’t dwell on it, and instead noticed the glow again. Needles. Cera just dropped to the floor and looked out to see Beatrice, making sure she was ok.

[witchbeatrice]

Beatrice hadn't been able to answer any of Cera's questions before they passed through the fog and into battle, but the witch figured that they weren't true inquiries; just nervous ramblings from the girl. Once on the bridge, Beatrice shot a glance to the paladin. The girl was strong willed, and that was something that would certainly help her here, and wherever her journey took her. As they watched the creature descend, Beatrice spoke one last time before they engaged it. "Keep calm, Cera. Whether or not you can keep a clear mind is the deciding factor in battle."

Glowing orbs from the Butterfly shot towards the two, and Beatrice watched as the paladin moved towards them, forcing them back. Beatrice took this time to begin to cast a quick Soul Arrow spell, succeeding in hitting the creature once before she had to dive onto the ground to evade the needles it countered with. A glance towards Cera told the witch that her summoner had also moved to dodge the attack, and didn't seem harmed so far. 

"Thou must distract it to grant me time to use my sorceries. If I can damage its wings enough, it will be forced to land while it regains strength." Beatrice called out to Cera, shouting so that she could be heard over the needles crashing into the ancient bridge they laid upon now. 

Once the barrage of needles was over, Beatrice jumped to her feet and ran towards one side of the bridge, out of the immediate line of fire of the Moonlight Butterfly. From there she began to recite the chant for Great Heavy Soul Arrow one of her longer -but stronger- incantations.  

[witchbeatrice]

"Of course I hath not lost my way!" The witch exclaimed, as if shocked someone would even suspect such a thing from her. After all, she had passed through Firelink many times before. "I hath come here in search for a sacred knight clad in gold… He’s a very old friend of mine."

[golden-bound]

A sacred knight? Clad in gold?

I am only aware of myself and one other, and I can assure you, I am anything but sacred. Perhaps you were destined for the city of the gods? 

[witchbeatrice]

Beatrice shook her head. It appeared as if this knight hadn't a clue as to who she was talking about. Which also meant that the paladin probably hadn't passed through this area.

"Thou must be referring to the great Dragonslayer, but it is not he who I am searching for. The one whom I am trying to find is a paladin of the Way of White. Some call him the first Undead."

[askpaladincera-blog]

Moonlight in Darkroot

[askpaladincera-blog]

  She listened to the high pitch hum as a body forced it’s way beyond worlds. Cera hadn’t looked, she was still cursing her wound and pulling the crooked branch out of her side. But there was that sound. “Sorcerer.” She whispered to herself. She normally didn’t trust mages. They were shifty, and they didn’t deal with the gods, felt no faith. How could one actually go without faith in Lordran. Instead she began to focus on herself. She had to be careful not to make it worse. Then she heard a voice. She still hadn’t looked up. Feminine, mage, and smart enough to remind Cera she could do this in a simpler manner.

"Aye." She said before she straightened herself up, resting on her knees. "Could you… could you look away please?" She asked as she took her hands to the branch. Cera just wanted this thing out, and it wasn’t going to be a pretty sight. With a quick pull and a heavy inhale, Cera had the stick in front of her before she took hold of her small canvas talisman and began to recite back a story, giving a mystical glow as the miracle was cast. every word was held with pain, but she made it through and the once visible wound had vanished from existence.  After that, the cleric began to stand. She looked shaken, had even began to take a few steps towards the steps leading upward before she realized there was nothing in her hands but the talisman. She didn’t want to turn around, she wanted to pretend she was prepared, but she turned, slowly walking back and bending down to grab her weapon before she turned.

"Witch." Cera spoke softly, hoping not to offend. Was witch an offensive term? "I need help. I can’t take this thing down. I don’t have anything powerful enough to take it out of the sky. And it’s…" She paused, and sighed. Being undead felt hard to explain for clerics but she had to say it. "It’s just using some powerful magic that my shield can’t hold up to, and I’ve felt death from it more than once." With a soft sigh and a broken tone, Cera finally just said it.

"Will you please guide me." 

[witchbeatrice]

'Another Undead.' The witch thought. A brief question of whether she was the Chosen Undead crossed her mind, but she quickly packed it away to think about another time. For now, she had other things to attend to. Namely, helping yet another soul to conquer the Moonlight Butterfly.

Looking at the girl's equipment, it didn't seem like she would be too effective against it. She certainly wasn't a magic user, and instead used miracles and physical attacks. If the Butterfly landed on the bridge, then perhaps she would be able to do some damage, but most of the time it flew too high for swords, maces, or other weapons of the like. Magic was always the best option, since that had appeared to be the only thing it's been really vulnerable to in all the times Beatrice had gone up against it. At least the girl had miracles though. Those would be helpful for her to keep alive.

The witch smiled at the girl, hoping to calm her nerves a bit, and nodded. "I shall do my best to aid thee." She walked past the girl and onto the staircase, stopping on the second step to turn her head and look back at her, a playful grin on her face. "Oh, and please call me Beatrice. 'Witch' gets a tad old after the twentieth person."

[golden-bound]

  Beatrice? The name didn’t seem familiar. And she harbored no prejudice against him. Perhaps, it was better to be cordial for the time being, lest she changed her mind…

"I am Knight Lautrec, of Carim." He bows his head slightly. 

"So, tell me Beatrice. What have you come to Firelink in search of? Surely you did not simply lose your way, keh heh heh…"

[witchbeatrice]

"Of course I hath not lost my way!" The witch exclaimed, as if shocked someone would even suspect such a thing from her. After all, she had passed through Firelink many times before. "I hath come here in search for a sacred knight clad in gold... He's a very old friend of mine."

[askpaladincera-blog]

Moonlight in Darkroot

This damned place. Cera couldn’t take it. She stood at the edge of a cliff, that happened to be behind some wall that fade upon her bashing an ent into it. She could feel the warmth on her back as she faced out. She was so tired and it was getting so hard to go on. She was much less than freshly hollowed, her left arm even remained broken after the moments that had occurred hours ago with her mind struggling to hold on. All she remembered was that the volley of tracking magic that she tried to protect herself from, which crippled her arm, then a needle that pierced through her neck, sending her into a temporary oblivion. 

It took a lot of reasoning. It took begging and pleading to fight off the struggle inside. She needed humanity and she reached down into her pouch, feeling the last, squiggling, writhing essence she had. He held it for a while before her arm came up and shoved it into her heart, into her soul. After that she fell back, and laid by the fire, reaching out and exchanging the energy for the bonfire to pull her back to life, as even her arm finally heal, with her will capable of gathering the estus in the air.

The rejuvenation was heavenly, but with her mind clearing she was fed the fear of going back. Her force could only hold for so long, and she was failing to hit hard enough to bring the creature down. At least for now she could think though. She reached down and took her mace in hand, cursing about the wyrm that stopped her from grabbing the claymore earlier. It would be better to slice it’s wings off instead of bashing in it’s exoskeleton. But she couldn’t dwell on it. Now was the time to fight.

Breaking the trees was easy, but the stone knights were strong. She’d come to know this though, and she only countered, aiming for weak points, circling and backing away. It wasn’t until she had two on her that she realized that she hadn’t been thinking clearly enough. Her back was to a wall, she had been put inside and she wouldn’t be able to make it to the steps. She cursed and charged at the one coming through the door. As she swung it merely reached it’s arm out and back handed her, sending her back into a bush beneath the stairs. She could feel a stick stabbing into her side, and she looked down, noticing her blood spilling on the white sign that was hidden. She looked to the stone guardian, who was raising his sword imposingly before she closed her eyes and prayed, pressing her hand against the sign. “Please, anyone… I beg of you.”

[witchbeatrice]

A bright light sent rays throughout the bottom of the tower, and, when it finally dissipated, a woman stood where it had been. Paying no mind to the broken girl who laid on the ground by her, the witch raised her catalyst high, and emitted two shots of Great Heavy Soul Arrow in succession. Succeeding in making the stone giant stagger back into its brethren, and sufficiently blocking the second one from attacking, she fired off a regular Heavy Soul Arrow to finish the first one off. Great Heavy Soul Arrow in three quick bursts was then enough to take down the last stone giant.

Finished, the witch immediately turned to look at the girl who had brought her here. She noticed a steady flow of blood spilling out from her side, and mentally cursed herself for not knowing any miracles. She kneeled down by her nameless summoner. "Oh, this doesn't look good." She murmured. "Please tell me thou hath the ability to employ a healing miracle?"

[golden-bound]

"Oh, hello! I don't believe we've met before. Of course, I don't think I've ever come across this area in my travels. However, I've heard much about it as of late. Firelink Shrine, I believe it's called?"

The knight looks over the curiously dressed stranger, raising a brow from behind his helm.

"Yes. You would be correct. There have been an excess of travelers coming through the shrine, especially as of late. I do wonder what the occasion is, keh heh heh…”

[witchbeatrice]

Beatrice lets out a small sigh and takes a seat on the ground where she stood, just far enough from the knight to give her time to cast a spell if needed.

The witch peers out from under her hat at the man, curiosity evident in her stare. “Dost thou have a name, knight?”

[golden-bound]

Keh heh heh… I imagine most would have one, correct?

But, I suppose the better question here is, what is yours?

[witchbeatrice]

The witch paused briefly before answering.

"Beatrice."

She hoped he would reply in turn, not wanting to have just simply given her name away to a stranger.

[witchbeatrice]

When I was young and unprepared, you were there to help me topple a magical creature I'd yet to have an answer for. When I was stronger, you stood by my side against the darkness, and you evened the odds and you've helped me come so far. Beatrice, you're the reason I don't hate mages and I think that I love you. Could you find it in you to love a still lost and struggling paladin? You're all I think I need in this world.

Beatrice stared at the young paladin, having not expected the sudden confession.'...love...'"My dear," Beatrice began, a soft smile adorning her lips, but apologies showing in her eyes. "thou art strong and intelligent. Thou hath come far since receiving my aid in Darkroot, and since thou last called upon me in a time of great distress. I believe that thou shalt be able to find thine way soon, and traverse that path with the bravery thou has always had." Beatrice pauses, not wanting to hurt the girl's feelings. "I am so glad that I have been able to help thou on thy journey, and I am greatly flattered by thine confession, but I cannot accept thine love." The witch smiled apologetically. "I will, however, help thou whenever my assistance is needed again. I offer thou my sincerest apologies, Cera."

[bangage]

in which lautrec actually finds out what a meme is and starts says dumb shit like tfw no gf or epic fail or wow so salt, much bitter

bonus points if he uses them all wrong