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  1. Reiko hadn't much felt the need to interject so far...she knew nothing about nations beyond Ria, after all, so it likely was something better handled by people who did. Seeing this disgusting man parade around with women that he clearly doesn't see as anything more than arm candy, acting like he's somehow above them...and then, to learn that he's protecting another who could be considered scum of the earth? She's already not in the best mood due to that smug-ass cavalier from earlier, and this doesn't help that at all. That's just fine, though--at the moment, she doesn't really want to be calm. "Why don't you just shut your damn mouth and step out from behind those poor girls so we can take your fucking kneecaps, you shithead?" Reiko walks forward to F-7, but [MENACING]ly.
  2. Happy Birthday ๐Ÿ˜„, i hope that you will have a great day ๐Ÿ™‚๐Ÿฐ

  3. Tch. The nerve of that Aristotle prick...it looks like they've got bigger problems at the moment, though. There's no doubt that she hates his guts, but she's not about to jeopardize their escape by doing anything stupid. For now, it's likely best to do what she can to take care of those Revenants before they become a real issue. She flies over to perform a drive-by axe swing at the Revenant before flying back to a safer position. Owena to E11, smack the Revenant, Canto to H11.
  4. She lets out a small sigh as she's healed and the pain melts away. There's still some aches there, but...it'll probably be fine. The important thing is, she's fine enough to do something risky...something like go after that Cavalier over there that just took down Cecily. He's gonna have to answer for that. "Hey, dipshit!" Waltz on over to K-15 and sword that hecking Cavalier C.
  5. ...Her family does its best work in their darkest hours, but she also figures she should probably be a little smarter about it than charging in all pissed off and yelling. Even if she is kind of tempted to do so. She moves forward, but it's more of a safe distance. Reiko to H13.
  6. Reina blinks in both surprise and confusion, pulling back as someone in a hood starts yelling about 'dark magics'--before clutching her head as that migraine of hers starts to flare up again. Is this person okay? Are they one of those people who hunt down the cults springing up everywhere? She's certain she must be mistaken, though; she's not involved in any of those. ...So far as she remembers, anyways. "I-I--sorry, I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about? I can't speak for our host, but I'm just a dancer...and please, quiet down, my head is killing me..."
  7. "Tch, son of a--!" Owena winces as the first blow hits her, only barely managing to dodge the second hit--Mercia doesn't need to see her go down again. Not so soon after their reunion. Had she gotten rusty since her death...? It must be something like that; that, or the enemies they were facing were somehow stronger than the beasts of the Predatory Tropics, and she didn't much like to entertain that thought. She blinks in surprise as her opponent...compliments her. Are...they trying to take her back, or not? Their leader did say this was something more like a test than anything else... "Um...thanks...?" Still, that doesn't seem to mean they're holding much of anything back. She winces in pain, holding her wounds from the wisp--and blinks again as the burns seem to fade away. Hm...healing magic, huh? She turns towards the succubus, who by all accounts seems to be doing the healing, and turns just a little bit red. "T-thanks." She doesn't particularly want to break the formation at the moment, at least in any way that allows their enemies to hurt her sister--so, it looks like the Fiend right next to her is next in line for her axe. Owena whacks Fiend A.
  8. Reina wakes up to a pounding headache, rubbing her forehead and groaning in pain. Oddly enough, the...idea of her having a headache in the first place doesn't seem that odd--it's just the idea of it being in two places instead of just the back of her head that is unfamiliar to her. The sound of everyone's voices around her seem to only worsen that headache, leaving her clutching her skull in pain, and it just keeps building and building until... "แแŽถแแฌ'แŽฅ แŽทแŽงแŽถ'แ’แŽงแ–แ‚ แ—แŽถแ’แ—แ‚แแแ’ แ•แŽงแ-แ•แŽงแฐแฐแŽงแ–แ‚." A strange black fluid leaks from one eye as its sclera turns the same shade of black, and she seems to not entirely be conscious of her own speaking in tongues in the first place. That much seems to be enough to ease her headache, and the black fluid quickly recedes into her eye as it returns to normal. "...Mm...I hate this migraine...um, anyways. I'm Reina...Reina Blackwood. Mister...Goretti, right? What kind of destiny are you talking about?" She'd take his soup, it did look good, but...her migraine flaring up like that didn't exactly do wonders for her appetite.
  9. "....Tch. Shithead." She gives a swift, light kick to the Ascetic's body. "...Appreciated, Phoenix."
  10. Owena takes a moment to fly forwards a little--act as the vanguard, and all. From the looks of it, they've got people here who aren't exactly good for close combat. "Yeah, you get me. Anyone who decides to be a slaver's got a reckoning coming when the slaves decide they've had enough--that much goes for gods, too." Owena moves to G10, is menacing at the skellybois.
  11. Fucking ow. Ow. All right, the pain is kinda clearing things up for her now--but it's also pissing her off. So, that's how it is, huh? "Oh, that's it, huh? I'm trying to be nice here, but if that's how we're playing this? Okay, then; fuck you!" She'd take another swing if she hadn't just spent her actions. What a shame.
  12. More coming, then. ...It seems none of them are going to take their chance to leave, then. She'd had a feeling with the first wave, but she figured at this point it was likely to become a pattern. ...Well, they couldn't say she hadn't given them their chance, then. As the enemy makes their feeble attempts at hurting Ferdiad (the man's built like a brick shithouse, she notes to herself), she advances forwards. The cavaliers don't seem to be a fight that she can win here, so...it would seem that her next target would be the aescetics. ...Pity, that. "Apologies." Reiko to I14, strike at Aescetic B. Just business pal
  13. It felt....very, very good to no longer be in chains. She was never meant to be in them in the first place, after all--and if she had anything to say about it, she'd never be in them again. The axe, similarly, felt familiar in her hand, its weight and grip somewhat comforting in a way. Yeah...this was her stuff, all right. Of course, the fact that they'll end up facing the actual Minotaur of legend (though she'd always preferred Asterios herself) did prove...a little daunting of a task. Hopefully her combat skills hadn't rusted too badly...she had a feeling she'd need them soon enough. It would be much more convenient if she had-- Ah...speak of the devil. A wyvern's cry accompanied the birdsong, one as familiar to Owena as the phoenix was to Mercia, and she couldn't hide the smile finding its way onto her face as Atreus made his way to her side. She gave him a gentle pat on the neck before climbing up onto his back again. "Right in the thick of it again, eh, old friend?" It seemed Mercia wanted to break that crystal, and...eh, it was probably fine, right? She didn't know what v-o-l-a-t-i-l-e spelled, but she did want to break their shit on the way out for doing this to them. Let them know there would be consequences. "I say go for it. Nothing to lose but our chains--" Wait. Wait, hold on. Someone did know what v-o-l-a-t-i-l-e spelled. And what it meant. Hm. "Um, actually. I'll leave the planning to you guys on that one."
  14. "แ‚แ—แแ–แ‚แ’แแ'แŽถแ แŽทแ'แŽถแแŽฅแฌ แŽฆแ–แ‚แ—แŽถแ แŽฆแ–แ‚แ—แŽถแ...hm? N-No...I'm sure I didn't say anything..."
  15. Well...what the hell? She figures she can get another go at someone in. Reiko to K17, Marth/Lucina Noise Fighter B.
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