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F-17, training bow the thief -
Mim use vuln on self, spendthrift one gold bar, steel greatbow Sentinel A
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Mim to G-19
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J-22, steel greatbow the necromancer (suggest if someone ends up next to her, they swap her to her lance)
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Mim had... attempted to help cook. But it seemed like every time she had turned her back, something new had been added in. She had very carefully picked through the pot to collect her bowl, and then sat down next to Mina, smiling at their new companion. "Well, I'm sure there's some way this stew could have come out worse. ... No ways are currently coming to mind, but surely there was some way." And then the mood was turned cold in an instant. Their benefactor, sole supporting royal, was imprisoned. By Crimson's father. She took one quick look at him, before dumping her untouched bowl of stew back into the pot (it's not like it could make it worse), and quickly began to get her gear. "Right then. Time to move, like the bossman said. Phoenix, it will be ok. What's going to happen is we're going to rescue them before anything can happen and finish the job like we set out to do. You've got all of us behind you."
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Mim stepped out from the secluded area she'd made her way to in order to change. The coat she'd left home with was no longer in a state that she could salvage. The blood soaked garment, ripped and repaired dozens of times over was simply too worn out. She'd thankfully managed to find something similar when they were in town shopping. A different color, true, but given that her hair was back to normal as well, a different color didn't seem all that bad. Glancing around, she gave a small smile to Crimson, making a mental note that they really did need to talk at some point, before making her way over to the newest members of their group, just in time to hear Mina's question. "Well, we have what we picked up in town, for sure. Though these do need to last a good bit, so we should try to be careful... Might be best to try and make a stew or something. That way we can spread a smaller amount a lot further. Plus, everyone loves a good warm hearty meal in this sort of weather."
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Mim... Had no chance to react to Crimson's pleading due to the sudden dropkicking of Shin that occured. A quiet sigh escaped before she made her way to Shin. "I'm not quite sure who you two are, or where you're from, but could you please try to refrain from dropping onto any more of our companions? We've been through a lot and we really don't need more people getting hurt." She knelt down next to Shin, checking to make sure he was still breathing. Thankfully he was, so she just put a small portion of a potion down his throat and settled into a sitting position next to him. "So mind telling us who you are? Only feels fair after you dropkicked our friend off his horse. You don't usually see that many travelers out here all that often, especially not with the battles going on around here."
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Mim awkwardly looked over at Crimson, his stare not missing her notice, and gave him a small shrug. It was her hair color. The potion that had dyed it had been a mistake and she had finally gotten it reversed. Obviously it was causing confusion, but at the same time, it was a hair color... "It probably makes sense to split into groups of two, approach from different sides of the village. Have one group look for food, the other metal. If we're looking for both, it draws attention. We're looking for supplies for a fighting group at that point. If two people are looking for food, we could just be travelers. Two people looking for metal are just a blacksmith's apprentices running errands for him. Some of our enemies escaped after the last battle. We have to assume that news of us is going to spread, so staying as quiet as possible is best. Wouldn't you agree, Kane?"
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Mim emerged from the woods nearby where she had been busy. Her hair was damp, evidence of a wash, but perhaps more startling to all but perhaps Fey, it was now a bright crimson red. Beyond that, she was in her undershirt with a light blanket wrapped around her shoulders. "If I could go... After everything that happened today, my jacket is ruined and I need a new one. I could go with Crimson and get that and the supplies. Probably best to send natives to the country after all, we should be able to blend in a bit better."
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"No, no need. I was due a new coat anyways. Just keep it on until you've had some more time to rest and hopefully get some strength back. Like I said, you're no good to us if you're dead from frostbite."
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"Don't apologize. We just need to move forward. We're here to help people in this group, right? The three of us, sorry Ferdy, we're healers in our own ways. We're here to keep this team from falling before we reach our goal. We can't do that if we're the ones falling. So we can't look back at our failures. We have to just let them make us stronger and not make the same mistakes next time. We can't change the past. All we can do is change our future. So lets do that. We'll keep each other and the rest of our group safe. Promise it, ok?" She pulled her hat off her head, running a hand through her hair. Glancing at the coat, covered in mud, soaked in blood, she caught herself before she messed with her hair again. Change. Maybe it was time for that too. Something physical, to remind herself of what she was going to do. The jacket was gone anyways, there was too much blood to have a chance at saving it. Besides, that jacket was old. A gift from her parents as she set out on her merchant's journey. She was different now. Stronger, with a bigger goal in mind. Time to be that person. Keep him wrapped in the jacket, Ferdy. It's cold enough out here that with how much blood he lost, if he doesn't stay wrapped up, he'll freeze. I'll be fine until we get to a village with the lighter jacket I have back in my backpack. No sense in saving his life only to have him lose all his toes and fingers to frostbite."
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Mim frowned at him, putting two firm hands on his shoulders and pushing him back down onto the ground. "Nu-uh. You're staying right there until you get the clear to stand up from our newest member. You were an idiot, that means you pay the price. If you try to be more of an idiot, you're going to make me upset again, and I can't promise I won't slap you if you do. So stay still, keep bleeding on my coat, and don't undo all the work that's just been done."
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Mim felt the tears beginning to build up in her eyes and fiercely wiped them away with a growl. "Oh don't you start that you idiot. You made a stupid impulsive decision and I'm not going to let you escape that by saying you did it for Lucy. Now hold on to life, you absolute imbecile so that I don't have to feel bad about smacking you later." Finally, finally, Godiva appeared. It wasn't her fault, Mim knew that. But it still felt like it had been forever. She shuffled backwards as the healer knelt to start healing Baldur. Taking her mask of, what did it matter at this point anyways, she finally fully wiped her eyes. "He's gotten two of my potions already. One straight to the wound, one down his throat. They should have stabilized him at least. Hopefully... you can do the rest."
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"DAMMIT! Crimson, take Lucy and go. Find that girl who joined up with us, your cousin or whoever. Get her back her now. Lucy, don't look, just go." Shoving Lucy into Crimson, she ran forward, not even glancing at War as the woman escaped. It was stupid of Crimson to yell at her. What did he expect, that their enemy would stay to thank Baldur for being the biggest idiot on the planet? What had he been thinking, that this would somehow be worth it? Reaching Baldur, she pulled her backpack off and dumped it unceremoniously onto the ground. Carefully wrapped potions fell out, along with packages of clean cloth and other assorted items dealing with medicine and wounds. "You absolute idiot, what in the world did you think doing this would do? Do you think he's magically going to want to give up his revenge now that he's stabbed you instead? That those assassins deserve a fair fight? These aren't like the people I've tried to save. They aren't innocents caught up in something bigger than them. She's one of the biggest threats we face. Ugh." Pulling off her coat, she muttered under her breath, before continuing. "I swear you owe me a new coat... Ferdy, put him down on my coat. We're going to need to remove the sword and that's going to cause him to bleed more. This cloth goes over the wound and you hold it down. With pressure. You hear me? We're just keeping him alive until we can get a healer over here." Stuffing the cloth into Ferdy's hands once he had placed Baldur down on the coat, she grimaced for a second, steeling herself, and then pulled the sword out, tossing it to the side immediately after. Leaving the bandages to Ferdy, she grabbed two potions, pouring one over the wound and the bandages, and then quickly following it up with the second into his mouth, forcing it if she had to.
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She saw him. Possibly before anyone else did. She had just happened to look away from War, to spy that shining armor and flowing blond hair. And suddenly she's back at the lake. Death's arrows at her face. About to die. When that same shining armor drove a spear through his chest. War is their enemy. She was then, she is now. Who is she to deny a man his revenge, especially a man who saved her life? And then she snaps back to the present. A split second decision. She reaches out, grabbing a sleeve, pulling in. She clutches Lucy to her chest, refusing to let her look anywhere but forward. If it was enough to alert War, so be it. She couldn't stop Ferdiad. But she couldn't let Lucy see it either. She wanted to look away, to bury her head into Lucy's hair. But she had to watch. She couldn't turn away, not for War's sake or for Ferdiad's sake. She would watch.
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Mim had quickly pulled out her lance when War first appeared. She didn't let it drop, even after Baldur pulled his little trick of healing War, but she nodded to Lucy. "It's your call, Pestilence. But War... I don't trust you. I know you care about her, but you're still working with him. So as long as you are, you can't do this again. We have plenty of people in this group that would want to kill you on sight, and I'm not exactly your biggest fan either. But if she's ok with it, you can talk to her. Because I know it might help her, and that's what I care about. Her being happy."
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As their group reached the outside, Mim sighed in relief. "Ah, there we go. Much better. I've missed this air, you know? It's so fresh and cool. Maybe once all of this is over, I will come back home after all." She smiled at Lucy and then Crimson. "So. Lucy, Crimson, you two doing ok? I know that must have been a lot."
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Mim reached out to grab Lucy's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Alright then, lets go. Hey, Orchid, you're coming with us, alright? We're going to go for a walk, get some fresh air. Get out of this place of death...." Expecting him to follow with little protest (or hoping Lucy would make puppy dog eyes at him if he tried), she walked, still hand in hand with Lucy, over to Crimson and grabbed his hand as well. "You too. Time to get out of here and focus on something nicer than these stone walls."
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MIM PROMOTES TO GREAT MERCHANT New Weapon Profs: Greatbow (S), Bow (C), Piercing (A), Lance (C) New Prf Stats: Luck, Defense +5% to STR growth New Class Skills: Payday: The Great Merchant has a (Luck)% chance during their movement and upon defeating a foe to find a Gold Bar. This is an item that has no effects other than being worth 200 Gold at a shop. Great Merchants have 1 extra inventory slot so long as it contains a Gold Bar and nothing else. Spendthrift: If the Great Merchant is in possession of a Gold Bar in their inventory they may choose to expend it to deal +5 Damage and gain +5 DR for their next combat. The use must be declared when attacking. New Personal Skill: Standing by My Friends: When within range of at least one support partner with higher than C rank support, +20 hit Promotion Bonuses: HP +2, STR +2, MAG +0, SKL +2, LUC +3, DEF +3, RES +0, SPD +0, CON +3, AID +3, MOV 6
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Mim glanced around. Crimson, Baldur, everyone... Maybe taking a walk would help Lucy. But maybe it could also help a few more people... "Of course I'll go on a walk with you. Though, do you mind if we invite a few more people? I'm thinking that maybe Orchid and Crimson could use some fresh air too, you know? Plus, having a few more people might help you feel safer. But if you feel more comfortable with it being just me, that's fine too." She reached out and gently ruffled Lucy's hair. "You're doing great. You belong here, no matter what name you go by. I promise."
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Mim turned around, pulling Lucy into a hard hug. "No, don't. None of this is your fault. You have nothing to apologize for. You aren't the reason he's mad. You're just an easy target because his real one escaped. He'll learn. But I have to make sure you're safe and happy. At least one of your former companions is worried about you, after all. But we really do need to get you a better codename. Break away from the past, establish you as someone new. Hmm... Maybe something to do with butterflies? Or a flower maybe. Showing how you can blossom into something new and beautiful in your new home?"
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Mim had been about to go over to Crimson, but a pin had to be set in that plan as Ferdiad closed in on Lucy. A growl escaped her throat as she whirled back around and planted herself firmly in between the armored man and the terrified girl. "Leave her alone or I swear to all the gods you can think of, real or fake, that I will make you regret it! Can't you tell she's terrified of you? Don't you think that if she could have helped us defeat her brother, her established reason for joining us, she would have told us something already? She's risking so much by working with us. She wants to save her brother from the path he's on. I get it. You want to kill them because they killed your king. I don't care. She's terrified. Working to help us achieve our goals, terrified. Fighting against her brother and his companions, terrified. I will not have her terrified just to be around our group. Now fuck off and bother someone else who you won't scare stiff-less just by being around them."
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"Yeah, I mean, we could have more sword users I guess. But that's pretty cliche these days. Besides, bows are more fun. Speaking of, I know this arrow has your boss's name on it, but you don't mind if I use it for you instead, do you?" K-2, greatbow Famine
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Mim twirled her lance around, slamming it down into the holder on her back, replacing it in her hand with an arrow. Idly spinning it, she stared at Famine for a long second, before shaking her head. "Yknow, I had all these thoughts about your group at one time. But here's the thing. There's no poison in the world that can't be cured. I fully believe that. And I'm the kind of person who's out here to find cures. And honestly? Looking at your group? All I can see is one big poison that needs to be cured before it kills our world. And it just so happens I have the cure right here in my hand. And don't worry. Unlike you, I make my cures swift and painless."
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"Oh, don't worry Famine. While I owe you for getting Pestilence out (we really need to get you a new code name...), don't think for a second we'll be taking it easy on you. I'm quite certain you'll be joining your boss, licking your wounds, any second now. Bring it on, you bastard."