Stalkerkain

"Come visit a blacksmith with me. I need to have my sword looked at, and while we're there," she said, pointing to Radburn's sword, "can see if we can get you fitted with a weapon." She didn't know how Radburn could be so awake. She, on the other hand, was definitely not a morning person. They walked towards the cart, planning on waiting for the rest of their party there. Rosalvya started climbing into the cart and halfway through, decided that it was too much effort, and rolled the rest of the way into the cart. "Why exactly don't you have a proper sword?"

Rosalvya immediately rose upright, as Klaren's voice echoed throughout the camp. She groaned, as she tried to blink away her fatigue. Whatever the commotion was, it was far too early to be woken. But she was already up, so she may as well start her day. After getting dressed, she groggily stumbled out of the tent with her sword in hand. She remembered that today was the day that they were finally heading into the city. She would be glad to have civilization after camping for so long. Letting out a big yawn, she went to locate Radburn's tent. With her sheathed sword, she pushed it t

"Re...kindle?" she thought to herself. What exactly had she done to achieve that? "I was just having a chat with Klaren not too long ago, and his robe seemed to have come under my possession," she said, as she childishly fluttered the purple robe up and down. "Our conversation led me to go and find Terrin. Serene is here too, which is perfect. I seem to have acquired a book from a Dragao mage in our last battle, and was wondering if either of you two could put it to use. I asked Klaren, but he said he couldn't use it." Static (28/30) is offered to either of the mages f

Rosalvya pouted, as she couldn't illicit a reaction out of Hoshiko. She had probably noticed her presence from further away, given how unphased she was. That, or she had nerves of steel. Rosalvya let down her hood, and pulled out her hair from underneath the robe. She moved over to where both of them could see her. "I heard all the commotion and lightning, and was wondering what was going on," Rosalvya said innocently. "What are you two up to?"

Rosalvya smiled, as Klaren went off in the direction of the camp. He still had more energy than he knew how to deal with. But that wasn't such a bad thing. With tome and robe in hand, she went off in search of Terrin. Fortunately, that didn't seem to be that hard. He seemed to be practicing his lightning magic, given the flashes of lightning that occasionally pierced through the darkness. The noise was a little hard to ignore as well. As she approached closer, she could see Terrin and Hoshiko in the midst of a clearing. It seems like they were talking about something. In that moment, a mischie

"I see. It was one of the more in-tact items that one of the enemies still had. Well, I'm glad that the book is still usable. I'll do as you suggested, and see if Terrin would be interested in it," she said, as she tucked Klaren's robe under her arm. "There is something that you could help me out with. Would you mind visiting Anna for me and see if she has a needle and the color of thread you're looking for? After that, you can find me and I'll get started."

"I- um- okay. I'll try my best I suppose?" Rosalvya said hesitantly. She was no seamstress, but she would try to do her best. She figured she'd pay Anna a little visit later to see if she had some thread she could have to fulfill Klaren's request. She folded up Klaren's robe neatly, and rose up to move. "I'll try to start working on your robe tonight. I just have to see whether or not Anna has some golden thread I could have." "And- oh- before I forget," she paused, as she carefully picked up the tome she had found in the previous battle and delicately handed it to Klaren. "I found

"W-wait! What do you think you're-" she began to protest, before she the purple robe landed in her face. "Um, so you want me to sew a... design for you?" she said, puzzled. It was certainly a strange request, coming from Klaren. She hadn't thought he was the type to care about appearances. She lifted the robe in the air, examining the garment. It was tattered and showed sign of wear. It was undoubtedly due to his willingness to be up close and personal with the enemy. The least she could do was mend it for him. "I'm afraid I only have basic experience with sewing, but I co

"Someone will always come to help..." Rosalvya pondered in silence, as she mulled over Klaren's words. It was a strange feeling, to rely on others. After all, she had lived the second half of her life alone. But she had forgotten. She wasn't alone anymore. "Thank you Klaren, talking with you really cleared up my worries," Rosalvya said, as she let out a giggle. "Was there something you wanted to talk about as well? You were looking for me if I recall."

"N-no, of course not. It's just traditionally- um- I don't really see mages being sent to the frontlines. Especially if they don't have to," she tried to explain. "Huh? O-oh! Sorry!" she said, puzzled, before she realized how much pressure she was applying to Klaren's arm. She quickly undid part of the bandage to release the pressure. "This is a little embarrassing, but it's actually the opposite. I fight so that I can survive, but I find it terrifying to be on the frontlines. Back then, when I was fighting Ignexus, I wasn't sure I was going to make it. Even just not

"Sorry, I'll try to be a little louder," Rosalvya said, as she cleared her throat. She hadn't realized she had been mumbling to herself. "I was just wondering how you could be so brave. I mean to say- we have reliable people like Meredith who are capable of fighting up close so- um-" In her fluster, she used too much pressure when applying the bandages, cutting off circulation in Klaren's arm. "Why do you go so far as to be on the frontlines?"

Rosalvya couldn't help but smile, as Klaren's mood was contagious. She sat down next to him, as she gathered up all the loose bandages that Klaren had been dragging with him. "Say, Klaren..." she said with hesitance, as she began to bandage up Klaren's arm. She hadn't really planned out what she was going to say to Klaren, and fumbled to find the right words. "You always seem to be the first one to charge onto the frontlines. I was just wondering- um- how you can be so... brave"

Rosalvya's sword grinded hollowly against the whetstone, as she began maintaining her blades. There was something about the motions that calmed her nerves after every battle. Perhaps it was the repetitious and meticulous motions of each and every- The unexpected voice surprised her, causing her to apply too much pressure and in the process, lose the bevel she was working at. She cursed silently to herself, as she began to put away her sharpening implements. It was Klaren, and it looked like he was looking for her. Judging by the fact that there was no one else around her,

"I trust that you two will be okay on your own here. I'll go and join Saffron in the meantime. Please take care of Dash," she said with concern in her voice. There was nothing she could do for the boy, and the other two were more than enough to hold the line. Rosalvya turned and headed towards the others without looking back. Move to T10 and hold

The adrenaline eventually thinned, as Soryn regained his senses. He spat distastefully, as if disgusted. He stood upright and dusted himself off, reverting his appearance. His fangs and nails shortened, and his pupils returned to their normal brown color. He combed his wiry fingers through his hair, sleeking it back to it's original shape. He hated reverting back to what he referred to his 'feral' form. It wasn't elegant, and certainly not suitable to blend into normal society. Looking around at his surroundings, it seemed that the others had experienced some similar agony. Provided no one was

Soryn Éclaire - Town At the very sight of the wounded man, Soryn hissed, his fangs baring wide, his pupils dilating and turning red. He leapt back in fear, as what lay before him, was no one other than himself. Pierced through and through, with lances of light. His hair stood on ends, his nails extended into pointed blades, his mind racing in vehement denial. Even if he knew this was some form of mind manipulation, anything capable of doing so was dangerous beyond imagination. His eyes never let up from the imagery. Unknowingly, he had blinked at some point in time, and in that instant, t

"Then that's fine then. I'm sure Kagarin will eventually warm up to you with time. Or perhaps cool down, in your case," Magna said with no regret. "Forgive me, a girl's got to have some secrets, am I right?" Magna said playfully. She grimaced a little at the lack of restraint Snow showed with her grip. Either she didn't know the meaning of "gentle", or this was actually her restraining herself. She hoped that despite Snow's armored hand, the point would get across. "I hope you understand my reasons for doing so, as my kind aren't quite... welcome, in many circumstances.

Beep boop, it's a secondary.

Magna's skull clattered hollowly, as it mimicing laughter. "Ahahaha~ I guess you saw right through me, huh?" Magna said, cracking a smile. How perceptive! Though she couldn't say the same for herself. Magna still couldn't discern what the frost emanating from Snow's helmet meant. "The main topic I want to ask, of course, is if there might be anything you might have done to Kagarin before? Perhaps you've met? She seemed to have an averse reaction to seeing you." Magna streched, making a cracking sound with her bones. She didn't feel stiffness, of course, but Magna found it to be an

Before Magna could perform any action of her own, the battle ended quite abruptly. Not that she was complaining. She shrugged, following the party inside of the corridor, that lead to a grand hall. It appeared to be a castle of old; something that was outdated and left unused back in her world. It was still fascinating to be inside of one, regardless. As the others were marveling at their new surroundings, Magna stole off to the side, inspecting the potion she was given. Uncorking the bottle, she carefully let a single drop touch her finger. Whatever the contents were, it proved to sti

Magna Sigyl (23/31 HP) "This is what happens when I have to go to the frontline," Magna grumbled. The armor's attack had cracked a few of her ribs, but thankfully, she didn't have biological functions for that to matter. Apparently, after the armor had been destroyed, something seemed to have emerged from it. Another heartless. A tiny one, at that. At this point in time, Magna didn't care what it was, so long as it could fight for her. And if not, then she would gladly bunt the critter. Into the sun. "I knew I should've become a lawyer, but no, Abraham just had to make me into an undead r

Reave (1d10 + INT) on Robotic Arm (L). If Robotic Arm (L) dies, target the Reactor

Rosalvya glanced in the distance, more enemy reinforcements appearing on the horizon. It was clear that the western party was beginning to become overwhelmed in numbers. With no other objectives for her group at the moment, she decided that it might be prudent to join the others to take down the enemy commander. At the very least, they could prevent the eastern reinforcements from flanking them at the same time. They couldn't keep up the offense forever, as Anna, Serene, and herself were already wearing thin from fighting already. Vulneraries could only keep them afloat for so long.

"Aw boo~" Magna pouted, as the armor failed to rise to her command. She would have to remember that the laws of life and death are governed differently depending on the universe and its corresponding guardians. Entities like those suits of armor didn't exist in her world, and instead could be governed by magic instead of soul embodiment. She could almost hear her superior yelling at her now, for not learning her job properly. Magna took a quick assessment of the area around her, the clamor of battle filling the air. She didn't know what the deal was with the robotic machine and how they were h

For what it was worth, Magna's efforts seemed to have done something. Her strike had managed to make at least a meaningful dent (or so she'd like to believe) in the suit of armor, as the armor started to show some signs of wear. Just a little more, and they could start to see some meaningful progress. With as much renewed vigor as a skeleton could have, Magna redoubled her efforts to see the armor fall. With any luck, she would be able to bring it under her control. Reave Suit of Armor A If Suit of Armor A dies before Magna's turn, use Reanimate the Dead instead.