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[fated-for-victory]

The fact there were other worlds was certainly very interesting.  She’d have to consider that later.  “Monsters seem to be the plague of many things.”

“It’s more of who is trained, but no any of our weapons work to take down Grimm.  There are some who use hammers, but no each weapon is different.  I fight with glass, but could still kill Grimm.”

[zireacl-blog]

“Fight with glass? That almost sounds like magic,”

It wasn’t too much to assume that magic was real, her medallion had certainly reacted enough to it all. “I know magic is real here, despite what you say, you possess it.”

[fated-for-victory]

“Yes those that graduate from the academies are skilled huntsmen and huntresses.”  She said with a nod.  “That sounds very impressive.”  Her arms settled across her chest.

“Though with what you don’t know about Grimm means you’re not from here.”  She leaned against the table.

[zireacl-blog]

“I would be lying if I said I was.” she admits shortly after. “Where I am from there are no Grimm, but that does not mean we are without out our own monsters.”

“The average solider can fight the average Drowner or Goul, but their steel blades aren’t as nearly effective as silver or magic, so we have people who are like your Huntsmen, in a sense.”

[wkd-4496]

and that’s why i just can’t let this go.

[quoth-the-branwen-deactivated20]

Branwen poked it’s head with her blade and made no move to decapitate it.  The fact that it’s in front of them torn to shreds is a pretty convincing arguement that it’s not going to come bite them in the ass.  

“You have a point, besides, I don’t have any place to put said trophy.”  

Raven sheathed Nevermore and paused for a thought.  This world is an interesting place, something different to do rather than sit around and twiddle thumbs in the world she calls home.  

“Where I come from, the creatures I hunt evaporate and clean up after themselves.  Who cleans up after these?”

Yeesh, she must sound like a lunatic at this point.  However, it was nice to walk around some place and her mask not catch too much attention.

[zireacl-blog]

“Clean up?” she looks as the masked woman. “We usually just leave them where they fall, they decompose fast enough and the easy food keeps the crows and whatnot out of the crops.” she’s wiping Zireael clean of blood and oil before returning her sword to the sheath on her back.

“I mean, if you really want to clean up, just burn the bodies.” she shrugs. “Where you’re from, however, it sounds like the monsters you slay are Wraiths.”

[fated-for-victory]

“No.  They sense and feed off of those emotions.” She said.  “We train to kill them.”

“No special material just what we’ve crafted.  It’s about what we’ve been taught.”  She said turning around and crossing her arms over her chest.

[zireacl-blog]

So they trained people to hunt these Grimm, then someone taught by a small school of Witchers probably wouldn’t have much of a problem against them. She had killed rather impressive monsters, that scar from the last werewolf she had killed still stung from time to time.

“Then your hunters must be rather impressive monster slayers.” she states. “I’ve killed my fair share of beasts, but it’s nothing compared to what my father has killed.”

[fated-for-victory]

“Because they hunt us.”  She moved just a little.  “They want to kill us.  They are the dark of the world.”

She moved to show her back.  “Nothing is docile.  You got lucky.” She said as she shrugged off her jacket.  “These scars are from them.  They are the dark they sense negative emotions.”

[zireacl-blog]

She’s silent for a moment as she rubs the scar on her cheek, before looking up at Cinder when she mentioned emotions.

“Negative emotions? That’s how they target people?” that was a rather interesting fact. “So, how do you kill them? Do traditional swords work? Or do you need a certain material? Silver, for example.”

[riivaine]

:З

[fated-for-victory]

Cinder had gone in a circle to try to see if there was anything she had forgot heard the door opening.  She turned how surprising.  She certainly hadn’t expected her back yet.

“I’m here and it’s just me.” She called just so no one pulled a weapon on anyone.  She may not have her regular weapons, but she still had some of them.

[zireacl-blog]

“Why do you hunt them? The Grimm?”

She decided to ask right off the bat, there was no need to dance around the question, Cinder had probably already figured out that she wasn’t from here, from this world.

“I saw one, a wolf, it was docile. I was right there, I knew it could have smelt me, but did never attacked, never even gave me a glance.

So what makes these monsters so dangerous?”

[fated-for-victory]

There were easy places to go.  She shouldn’t need to much especially if she could at least provide for herself at least a little, but first she’d have to get through how to deal with the Grimm.  That was one thing Cinder was certain of.

Before long she found herself back in the cabin putting things away.  She’d wait and see what was going on.  She certainly wasn’t in the cabin, but she’d hear she was sure.

[zireacl-blog]

She finally saw what she was looking for, a beast, covered in black fur and white bone armour, it certainly was nothing like she had seen before, and it was clear that it had not noticed her.

She pulled her sword from her back, expecting the beast to turn on her and attack, like most monsters would when it sensed someone presence, she was close enough to be smelt, that she knew without a doubt. The Medallion never reacted however, no vibrations, no tugging on the chain, it was tuned for magic and monsters, but this beast... it was like it didn’t exist.

She watched it for a while, waiting to see if it would attack, but there was no aggression. Eventually she just sheathed her blade and decided to return to the cabin.

[zireacl-blog]

 fated-for-victory:

Cinder considered things for a little longer before she left.  She would go get supplies for the girl, but time would tell if she knew what she was doing.  She’d said she was a fighter, but she didn’t know what to do with Grimm.

She had a few questions from Mercury and Emerald that she dismissed before moving to go get supplies.  She’d be making another visit out there tonight to go see how she was doing.

No matter how many worlds she had visited, there was one thing that was always consistent, and that was the forests. Wildlife was always allowed to roam free, people carelessly leaving tracks behind making it easier to find those who didn’t want to be found. Normally she wasn’t one to go out tracking monsters, but to find a Grimm, it just seemed, interesting.

There were some tracks, almost looking like prints from some sort of animal, the claws were apparent. There was no reaction from her Medallion, but that could have just been because of this world. She had been in several others where the Witcher Medallions were nothing more that silver trinkets.

But it had reacted slightly to that Cinder... so something just wasn’t right...

[fated-for-victory]

The quiet was nice.  A sidelong glance at her though trying to get a better read of the girl.  She was certainly an enigma.

A subtle smirk from her as she shifted against the table.  She could only foresee and plan for so much, yet everything so far was going according to plan.

[zireacl-blog]

It would be hours from now before Ciri moved again, cracking open an eye when she thought she had heard a howl. It didn’t seem to sound like normal wolves. Taking a moment to look down at the medallion in her hand, there was no reaction. Eventually she looked around the room, Cinder didn’t seem to be here, at least, in this room, she couldn’t speak for the rest of the building.

She stood back up, adjusting the belt across her shoulders so her sword sat higher on her shoulder she made for the door, hand reaching for the knob, but instead she opted to dash through it instead, just in case is squeaked.

“Grimm, huh...”

[zireacl-blog]

@quoth-the-branwen || continued

She laughs for a moment as she returned her sword to the sheath on her back. This woman certainly was a skilled fighter, while their swords weren’t silver, there was still enough between the two of them to tear through the monster just as quickly as they would tear through a man.

“Well, it’s missing an arm, it’s chest is torn open and it’s insides are clearly on the outside.” she laughs for a moment. “If you want to take this ugly thing as a trophy, by all means, I find Griffin heads to be a little bit cooler.”

[fated-for-victory]

“There is that.  Though I was referring to something much more.  You don’t look like you’ve seen a Grimm, but I know better then to doubt a person’s strength.”

With that she ducked her head and closed her eyes.  She had been an unexpected surprise, but one Cinder could very likely handle.  Though there wasn’t time for it yet.  She hadn’t proven to be any more dangerous, and she likely wouldn’t stand in her way.

[zireacl-blog]

A Grimm? No, she certainly had not seen a creature called that. 

She doesn’t say anything however, it would certainly be interesting to meet one and fight it, learn about it. It certainly would be a story to tell her father when she got back. Dandelion would certainly eat up another chance for an epic tale.

[fated-for-victory]

“You don’t look like a Huntress I’ve seen.” She said as she considered her.  Then there was plenty that didn’t make sense.  “I suppose I’ll keep that in mind, but I don’t have a job that can be done at least not yet.”

“For now I’ll let you rest as I sit here quietly and think.” Cinder said as she moved back to the table.  Resting against it.  “Yes each bard does speak some truth, but it’s the truth that keeps things hidden.”

[zireacl-blog]

“When people see a sword or two strapped across one’s back rather than one’s hip, people do tend to underestimate them until it’s a little too late.” there is a smile as she closes her eyes for a moment.

It was what is was, she opened them again to look at Cinder again before closing them once more, content to meditate herself for a while.

[fated-for-victory]

“Well for now I will do it out of the goodness of my heart.  There will be a way to pay me back later.”  A tilt of her head.  “Oh I would be careful what goes on in the woods is what it seems.”

A tilt of her head as she considered the question.  “Magic is very interesting, but not entirely what we have her.  We have legends we tell.”  She set a hand on her hip.

[zireacl-blog]

Here? She narrowed her eyes slightly, it felt like this woman, somehow she just knew. Ciri just moved to the corner of the room, feeling that as long as this woman would be here, she would be safer just meditating rather than sleeping.

“I’ve been trained to be a....Hunter.... I work on a contract to contract basis. I’ll agree to do one job for you in return for the supplies offered.” she moves to kneel on the floor, her hand pulling the medallion off her belt and keeping it in her fingers. “Every bard’s tale comes from the truth, I believe myself that legends are no different.”

[equitasx]

@zireacl con’t

One felt the woman peering into her back, many before her had done the same when they had encountered the Intoner in the swamps. She guided them all to her the same way Sirens seduced their prey, with song.

Still the smaller of the two walked deeper into the swamp without a word when Ciri introduced herself other than a slight tilt of the head. Nor did she bother to look back to see if her newly acquired charge continued to follow either, she expected her to follow or be left behind.

A short trek later the two now stood before a simple wooden shack sitting upon a stretch of land, even as One pulled open the door the insides were barren possessing only a small cot in the far lefthand corner, a table in the center of the square room, a desk with books of various subjects stacked upon each other near the bed and a counter decorated with various plant life that could be used to make various poultices near the only window on the right-wall of the shack.

She motions for Ciri to lay on the cot as she moved to the counter. “Now what exactly caused your wound? It would be comforting to know so I can get the proper herbs together to fix it and not make it worse.”

[zireacl-blog]

“A few things could have.” she replies as she moves to sit on the cot. “Could have been a werewolf, it could have been that one man’s rusty sword.” she looks at the tear in her clothing and the wound itself.

“It was several battles rather quickly, I didn’t notice until the adrenaline wore off.”

[equitasx]

               “ Once upon a time, many moons ago… there were five beautiful Intoner sisters. Four of the Intoners owned a personal servant called a disciple. But one of them, had no disciple at all.”

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