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 Posted: Tue Dec 10, 2024 4:49 pm
Remington Estellise La Faustina Nipal
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Rem emerged from the edge of the clearing and stared up at the roaring beast. In a party hat.
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Remington sagged against the trunk of a tree and pressed her hands to her temples. An agonized groan escaped her, and she spat up a glob of blood onto the grass. More of it ran from her nose, down her chin, onto her coat.
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The Princess
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Posted: Tue Dec 10, 2024 10:04 pm
 Lost in skies of powdered gold
xxxxxxxCaught in clouds of silver ropes
xxxxxxxxxxxxShowered by the empty hopes
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAs I tumble down, falling fast to the ground
I know I'll wither, so peel away the bark
xxxxxxxxx'cause nothing grows when it is dark
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxIn spite of all my fears, I can see it all so clear
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Ny flared her wings and leapt back, away from the anti-mana field from the grenade, the gust also serving to blow the particle smoke in the opposite direction. She had achieved her aim, which was to immediately draw both of the agents attention to her rather than Eta, and with them deflecting her magic she now mentally prepared herself for the fight to get a little more physical...
Then the ground rumbled, and the suited figures seemed to stop. Ny glared at the man with the bow-staff as he gave her the finger gun signal. She didn't take her eyes off the pair, yet something seemed off.
"What is this...?" She demanded.
The ground continued to shake with giant footsteps, birds fleeing the forest all around. The Rexaur appeared, and its roar was deafening, filling her with dread. Ny could see it through the canopy with...
Is that a party hat??
She flinched as the popper went off and stared at the two SeeD. While the girl listened to their comments, coming to terms with the reality of the situation, her gaze was steely. Salem had sent them. Of course.
Ny didn't know whether to be relieved or annoyed.
She was definitely insulted at the very least. To her, it was apparent that her uncle didnt think they would manage to kill these pretend attackers. And their snarky judgements didn't help her rapidly souring mood. "Fold? Pfft as if" The Sorceress said flatly, rolling her eyes and resisting the urge to threaten them.
"Eta, you can come down, I guess. These goons are fake" She called up through the trees. Then she tossed her braid over her shoulder and placed her hands on her hips.
"So what now?" Ny questioned the SeeD with a haughty expression.
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Ellise Belmont Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 12, 2024 9:05 am
 Etamara Vilisantra Status: Bamboozled
Song of the moment: Airflow┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━═✥═━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ There was a dramatic shift in tone once the T-Rexaur arrived with a party hat on its head. Apparently the soldiers here were hired by Salem to test them. The shock of it all caused the sorceress to huff and sigh, but when she heard that she had performed admirably she felt her ego beaming to the brim with satisfaction. Though, ultimately, she knew that this test was about teamwork, and quite frankly, there still needed to be a lot of work before that happened. At the very least, her sour mood was lessened when the T-Rexuar approached with an emphatic look on its face. She had noever been so close to such a massive creature before, so seeing it lean in like a dog wanting to be petted, felt pretty uncanny. That said, she reached her hand out to pet the head of the T-Rexaur. "Well, at least you are pretty cute." She muttered to the T-Rexaur, being mindful of its hat.
Once she finished petting the beast, she slowly descended down to the ground and approached the girls, intending to figure out what was the next step in their plan. "So was the tonberry your plan too or was that a real threat?" She asked the masked figures.
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Posted: Thu Dec 12, 2024 2:03 pm
 Salem Everett
Status: Worst Mentor Ever
Location: The Woods
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"No, my dear, the Tonberry was indeed wild." Spoke Salem, he seemed to be coming from the same direction the T-rexaur had come from, along with another man who had an long apron on. "I was curious as to how you would deal with it however, and an uncharacteristic retreat was likely the smart option." Little did the three girls know what they were likely the ones who had the safest chance of defeating the creature, asides from maybe the monster tamer who was by his side.
Karma, or everyone's grudge, one of their telltale attacks would be devastating on Salem alone, but with what he had his White SeeD do, well they were likely in the same boat of a truckload of misery if they caught that attack. He quickly inspected each of his pupils, and it seemed five out of six of them were alright, but young Remington seemed to have her brains trying to escape her head. He strode before the young red head, and pulled a handkerchief from his breast pocket and a remedy+ from a interior one, and held them for her to take. "This will help the pain, and stop the bleeding."
For some reason he seemed entirely unsurprised of her condition, and even more so knew how to treat it. Or at least immediately know how to stem the symptoms. "For now, girls." He began, the sound of a helicopter coming within earshot could be heard. "We're getting out of here. You all did well, for the most part, but it seems it's time I start some of you on the advanced lessons. And you, Remington, you may have promise." It seemed Salem had no interest or real inkling on explaining the White SeeD.
Anyways, once the helicopter arrived, it had a large hammock for Chomper to lie in, also in which the SeeD and Monster Tamer boarded once making sure the T-Rexaur was snuggly caught. Once the world went quiet again after the helicopter departed, the white haired sorcerer smiled at the girls. "So, anyone care to tell me what you need to work on?" He asked, turning sideways and motioning in which direction they should walk.
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Posted: Thu Dec 12, 2024 4:14 pm
Lost in skies of powdered gold
xxxxxxxCaught in clouds of silver ropes
xxxxxxxxxxxxShowered by the empty hopes
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAs I tumble down, falling fast to the ground
I know I'll wither, so peel away the bark
xxxxxxxxx'cause nothing grows when it is dark
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxIn spite of all my fears, I can see it all so clear
xxxxN y a l exxxxL a y t o s▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬⊰ ✮ ⊱▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Ny turned her face towards the hauntingly familiar sound of her uncle's voice as he emerged from the trees like a timely, well-dressed phantom.
So it's over...that didn't last long She mused. She had expected they might be left overnight to survive, and she was very glad to be wrong on this occasion. A bed was a far better sleeping prospect than a cave. Her eyebrows lifted with a combination of curiosity and concern upon seeing the state of Rem. Oh man, she looks like she had a bad time... Ny thought, wondering what exactly had happened to her after she ran for the cave. She hoped it wasn't too bad.
As the chopper arrived and took away the white SeeD Nyale waited, leaning against a tree with her arms crossed, watching the ridiculous Rexaur also get carried away in its hammock. A strange sight to behold. With them gone her sour mood relented, and now she just felt tired to her bones. After a weary sigh she finally set off walking in the direction Salem indicated while he led them through the forest. Her wings faded away, no longer needed.
"Oh...umm...work on as a group or like, personally?" She replied to her uncle's query, reaching up to undo her braid as she walked and running her fingers through the silvery strands. "As a team I thought we did well together, for our first time! We probably need to work on being more coordinated when dealing with enemies" More time training with each other would improve that naturally, Ny was sure, as they learned more about each other's abilities, fighting styles and strengths and weaknesses.
"For me...I need to work on my close combat, I guess?" She knew that she relied too much on distance and magic attacks, partly because she'd always lacked the strength and speed for close quarters fighting. Facing anti-magic enemies made her realise the harsh risks of that. However she knew if she put really more effort in training, she'd be able to vastly improve on that score. She had done all the basics in SeeD training, after all, so the technique was there.
"And...my magic attacks need to get stronger. I think I can do it but..." The girl trailed off, looking down at the ground for a moment. "I get worried about what might happen if I try too hard and lose control. I guess that holds me back" She finished quietly.
That was her perspective anyway. She looked across at the others for their views, and then Salem, waiting to see if he had any analysis of his own to add.
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Posted: Fri Dec 13, 2024 9:35 am
Etamara Vilisantra Status: Bamboozled
Song of the moment: Airflow ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━═✥═━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ With Salem arriving and wrapping up this whole training mission, Etamara was left with a question she wasn't quite sure how to answer. What did she do wrong? Even the white SeeD were quick to stating that she performed admirably! She was left there with her eyes closed, hand tucked underneath her chin, pondering over it. Perhaps, if anything there was only one thing that really came to her mind that she did wrong. "I'd say that I should have had more confidence that the three of us could have handled the tonberry. If we did, we might have had a stronger advantage with an enclosed space for several reasons, but primarily it would have given us a turf advantage."
Perhaps if they were able to defeat it, it would have proven to be an effective spot to case and defend against the white SeeD. Though, it could have resulted in the old church collapsing in on everyone, so, pros and cons to everything.
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Ellise Belmont Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Dec 13, 2024 2:45 pm
 Remington Estellise La Faustina Nipal
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Rem eyed the handkerchief and remedy before taking them. Her fingers smeared blood across Salem’s hand. The witch’s wings had faded, and she leaned back against the tree while she pressed the cloth to her nose and began to slowly drink. That was how she remained until the Rexaur and SeeD were airlifted out.
The princess dragged herself up and after the other girls and Everett. The kerchief had been stained red, and she stared at the world with the dull misery of the hung-over. It didn’t seem like she’d even heard Salem’s words until the silence stretched on long enough for all three of them to look at her.
”I tried to train in a dangerous area,”she said. Every word came out with a somber vitriol directed at herself. ”I separated from my team. I engaged an unknown opponent alone. I relied on an inadequate weapon. I put my back to a wall. I relied on my inadequate skill as a Sorceress.” She had failed. Miserably. Thoroughly. Repeatedly.
”I need to coordinate with my teammates. I need to improve my tactics under pressure. I need to learn to fly. I need to learn telekinesis. I need to learn how to use Sorcery. I need to expect and prepare to be attacked by better-trained, better-equipped enemies at any moment.”
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Snff
Don’t. Not in front of them all. Don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t-
She tried. So very hard. But the tears came even as she squeezed her eyes shut. She tried to wipe them away using the handkerchief and only managed to smear her own blood across her face. Her chest ached and her heart wouldn’t stop racing.
Still, she walked. Hugging herself, shoulders shaking, face turned away from the others, she walked. She refused to slow them down, no matter how miserable she was.
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The Princess
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Posted: Fri Dec 13, 2024 3:48 pm
Salem Everett
Status: Fatherly Mentor
Location: The Woods
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Nyale answered first, and his eyes turned to her but he would never address her first question; as a group or individually. Luckily for him, she decided to go ahead and address both so no points would be deducted from her score. All he did was nod silently at what his niece brought up. It did not seem that he really disagreed with any of what she said, or if he did he did not let it show. He would address them all at once, so all that left was who would speak next, and of course it would be Etamara. With reserved Remington was likely the most concerned of what to say.
Etamara's assessment was slightly off the mark, but with her narcissism perhaps that was the closest her personality would get to her admitting she had left her confidence drop several times. They would definitely speak to that, and the fact that despite her being ostensibly support she thought largely in terms of herself. Which is when his attention fell upon Remington, listening to her voice crack despite her attempts to stay strong, he at first simply kept focus on the points she was making.
They were right, and wrong, and were being broken down in more ways that necessary just for her to tear herself down. Sometimes he realized how much he took Etamara's incredulous confidence for granted in how easy it was to teach her since usually she'd bounce back so quickly. Remington continued to either be too girly or too unstable, and honestly he couldn't very much tell which. Nyale had never cried this much, nor Lisanna despite the horrors they'd gone through, and honestly he didn't think Maris had the capability to cry.
Salem would then stop the girls, and approaching Remington he would take out his second and last handkerchief, using his magic to create a small bubble of water to dampen the cloth. He'd take a moment to clean Rem's face of the blood smears, before trading her bloody cloth for the relatively clean one, deposing the bloody one back into his breast pocket. "Ny, you're the one I'm least concerned about losing control. You've spent your whole life focusing on that aspect with your wings, and bolts. But you're right, power is what you need to work on. And close combat is absolutely necessary, when people will do anything to close in on you. Riyel and Varitas almost got me like that."
He smiled at Rem, before standing aright once more. "Your biggest one is your ego. You want to carry the world on your shoulders, and feel like you drop it every time you don't live up to those standards. It's fine to have such ambitions, but its something we all grow into, and responsibilities you'll carry fine in time. All that you need to do for now is two; learn to think like a sorceress, and rely on your team. The rest will build off of that." He lied. She also needed to not rely on whatever that other force was, but he would deal with that when she wasn't crying. Probably. She cried a lot. Maybe it couldn't be helped.
He put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "You're doing fine." Salem spoke before turning to Etamara, and motioning once again for the girls to keep moving. They were almost at the car anyways. "And my disciple, surprisingly one of your larger issues today was indeed confidence. While it led you well with the tonberry, when the SeeD showed up, you had become concerned with what you couldn't do and not what you could do. Even though your immediate reaction was to use your telekinesis to use the environment even though you could not directly effect your opposition. Second, that thinking on yourself didn't lead to much proper thought on supporting your team. Right instincts, but then you thought too much."
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Posted: Fri Dec 13, 2024 4:29 pm
Remington Estellise La Faustina Nipal
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Rem flinched at the touch. Salem felt her trembling while he worked on her. She watched him with those eyes of hers, like a sea on a sunny day, while the tears smeared the blood. Soon, both were gone. Salem made his summary, and they began to move again.
Rem didn’t.
”It’s not my performance,” she croaked. The girl gripped at the front of her chest. ”I thought…I thought I was going to die again.” She shook all over now. ”My heart won’t stop racing. It hurts all the time. I can’t stop thinking about it. My teacher. My neighbors. Kazuto- the boy who’d give us free soda from his family’s business! I’ve known him since we were eight!”
Rem pressed her hands against her head once more, fighting through the pain of the temporal feedback. It was like someone had jammed an icepick into her brain!
”I’ll train, I’ll study, I’ll learn- but, please…please…not again!"
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The Princess
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Posted: Fri Dec 13, 2024 4:50 pm
Etamara Vilisantra Status: Bamboozled
Song of the moment: Airflow ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━═✥═━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ Her assessment came much to a surprise to her, judging by her expression as she was told her failings. To her, the idea that she panicked or faltered in some capacity seemed inconceivable! Yet, despite her own belief and denial that she had done such a thing, she held her tongue and simply grumbled with a nod to her mentor. In the end, she knew better than to argue, and she respected his opinion more than anyone else's, apart from her own.
"I will do my best to live up to your expectations." She said in a slow, calm tone, but lacked any enthusiasm in it. Oh, she absolutely hated this! But she would prove him wrong! She was sure of it! Again! She needed another fight! Another monster! Or more SeeD! Yes, that's it! A good fight! "I'll figure out a way around those pesky suits too! That'll show em!"
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Ellise Belmont Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Dec 13, 2024 5:18 pm
Lost in skies of powdered gold
xxxxxxxCaught in clouds of silver ropes
xxxxxxxxxxxxShowered by the empty hopes
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAs I tumble down, falling fast to the ground
I know I'll wither, so peel away the bark
xxxxxxxxx'cause nothing grows when it is dark
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxIn spite of all my fears, I can see it all so clear
xxxxN y a l exxxxL a y t o s▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬⊰ ✮ ⊱▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Ny listened intently as Etamara and Rem spoke, keeping her gaze on the path ahead. Until she heard Rem's sniffles, at which point she stopped and looked across at the redhead. Her heart felt heavy for the girl, seeing how clearly distressed she was.
She's so hard on herself...
As Salem addressed her, mostly agreeing with her assessment, Ny simply gave a nod in reply. It was good that he had faith in her, but she was too tired now to really think too deeply on it. She was eager to get back to the mansion and have a hot bath, food, and rest...
Salem urged them on. Ny waited, watching Rem with concern. It was clear that she was still traumatised from the attack on UNITA. It was also worrying seeing that Rem appeared to be in pain, which caused Nyale to look at her uncle with a frown, wondering if he could do anything more to help her.
Not knowing what to say, she remained quiet.
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Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2024 1:11 am
Salem Everett
Status: Bad Dad.
Location: The Woods.
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Salem stared quietly at Rem for a moment. Nyale could see for a moment that Salem couldn't recognize what the girl was going through. Post traumatic stress disorder was something he had never experienced, and honestly he was getting to the point there was no chance that he ever would. His gaze was cold, almost uncaring, but he kneeled before Rem. "My first memory is of my mother's death. I remember the flames, the singing, the shouting, and the woman who dug me out of the danger."
"That singular pain has driven me since to ensure that my family was safe. That never again would someone hurt those who I loved like that again, and even then, I failed. I witnessed the death of my adoptive mother, time and again my sister and niece were brought to the brink, and even now I've lost my wife and my children have suffered due to my failure." He shook his head and sighed. "I've lost many I've known for decades, some far before their time when they're young." Then he shrugged.
"I'm sorry for your loss, Remington. It is a heavy weight, but you can not crumble to it. I will have you endure, young lady, and I will build you into something greater. Someone who next time can stop the tragedy, a woman capable of stopping the violence. It is up to you to be able to stop it from happening again." The man then stood, still staring down at Rem for a moment. If she could not handle it, then the next succession would happen much sooner than he would have liked, but instability was not something he could tolerate for too long. Not at this point.
They didn't know. He was on a timer. It was only a matter of time, and that didn't even get into the complications that Adel had brought. A part of him wanted Etamara to use her magic to subdue the girl's pain, but that intrusive thought would only hurt both of the girls. The Sorcerer wasn't a therapist, and he wasn't properly equipped to deal with proper trauma.
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Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2024 6:01 am
Remington Estellise La Faustina Nipal
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When a person is suffering hypothermia, there comes a time when they cast off their clothing, no longer able to feel the cold. Remington Nipal stopped shaking.
It has kome and gone.
”So be it,” she answered, and turned to walk beside Nyale once more. Back straight, chin up, eyes forward.
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The Princess
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Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2024 8:32 am
Lost in skies of powdered gold
xxxxxxxCaught in clouds of silver ropes
xxxxxxxxxxxxShowered by the empty hopes
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAs I tumble down, falling fast to the ground
I know I'll wither, so peel away the bark
xxxxxxxxx'cause nothing grows when it is dark
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxIn spite of all my fears, I can see it all so clear
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Ny observed the interaction between Salem and Rem with a sombre expression.
Her breath caught in her chest to hear how he felt like he'd failed his family. She'd never heard her uncle speak like that before, and it filled her with sorrow to hear that was how he viewed himself. But even talking about something so personal and traumatic he still spoke and behaved like his normal stoic, dispassionate self, and Ny could see that while he was sympathetic to Rem's pain he couldn't relate to her falling apart. Because he'd never once let himself do that, in all the time she'd known him.
"I don't think you failed..." Nyale said quietly, looking off into the trees. She knew Lis would feel the same. "We're alive because of you" She was under no illusions that his power and influence, and the strides he'd made with Sorceress rights, were the reason they were here today.
When the man was finished speaking Ny noticed that Rem seemed to suddenly find her resolve, as if a switch had flicked. The change was so swift it puzzled Ny, but she was glad that Rem no longer seemed distressed so she put it out of her mind.
"Whatever lies ahead, we don't have to face it alone" She intoned reassuringly.
Falling into step beside the redhead, Nyale gave her a friendly smile as they continued their path through trees. She then reached out and slipped her arm into the crook of Rem's elbow and also Etamara's, decisively linking the three of them together.
"Let's get out of here!"
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2024 2:09 am
Salem Everett
Status: Okay Dad?
Location: The Woods -> The Manor
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Well. At least Rem would put in the effort, but even Salem could see the answer and resolution was... well it was not the healthy route. But they had time to fix that. He needed more time to adjust to her personality, understand her. Anyways, the man flashed Ny a smile for just a moment before continuing to lead them out of the woods. Breaking out of the treeline, the familiar blonde personal assistant stood by his vehicle, in which they all filed into. On the return drive the man enjoyed a glass of wine, which was a gesture offered to each.
Whether they partook or not was not particularly relevant, and once they pulled into the large drive of his estate, parting by the front door, Salem left the vehicle and waited for each girl to pile out. "Ny, Eta, you're both familiar with what comes next. Rem, we need you to change your instincts, your reactions, and so you'll and your comrades shall live by sorcery alone. Outside of physical training, you'll use your sorcery for everything. Opening doors, reaching for a glass, your powers are your limbs and your life."
As per example, as he approached the door, with a flick of his wrist the door opened and sprung open wide to greet it's master. "Dinner will be prepared in five minutes. Take a moment to clean up, and join me in the dining room." He gave the girls a small nod, and once again making example of himself he removed his jacket via telekinesis, folding it over his arm as he headed for his bedroom.
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