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Post by Cecile Iris du Ange on Oct 7, 2020 5:48:53 GMT -5
Between everything that had been going on, she missed most of the chaotic events that plagued the shores. Cecile had her own agenda and war to attend to. Between former employers trying to hunt her down with bounty hunters, branches of her former workforce seeking her out to make a name for themselves, and a gaggle of random people ranging from knights to criminals trying to take her under their wing? It was safe to say that Cecile was more than haggard more days than not, and that was saying something for the usually bombastic fallen angel of the forest!
Today, she found herself trying to get a day of relaxation without anyone from Tartarus trying to hunt her down. No mana beasts being summoned by the strange dark angelic power within her book. No crazy shenanigans that begged the behest of a healer that could defy death itself like a herald from on high.
For the red-headed witch, she just sat on one of the rooftops of the merchant town. This country sure had its fair share of towns for trading between the regions, almost like the Forsaken and Noble did not look to socialize. Such was the purpose of trading posts disguised as towns to act as liaisons for the COmmon Region trading routes. At least, that's the way the foreigner saw it.
Then again, she was from a war-torn Northern country that was more wasteland and temporary towns being erected and taken down for the sake of giving to the nobility and their strange moving castles. Spade was a hell of a place at times, but it sure was beaten by the chaotic nature of strange people and events that Clover attracted. Daemons, focal points of the story that shifted the chronicle of the timeline?
But this was waxing on poetic now. It wasn't as though someone could be aware of this metaphysical goings-on beyond their scope of reason, right?
Cecile was just ruminating and thinking to herself while humming a soft tune. Anyone that looked at her could swear there was a faded halo hovering about her head. A lingering effect of her magic's nature that kept its hold of her.
"Oi! Will you get down from there?" Shouted a portly woman who was pushing a stall into one of the town squares, looking to start hocking her goods upfront.
"Oh, sorry, can't see the clouds proper from down there!" She said, waving back with a cheeky grin on her face.
"Don't care! My brother's shop is the thing you're parking it on, and he's got a storeroom up there! Do not make me come up there! You potential thief!"
"Oh...Would I be as bold as to beg forgiveness, I would be shot down for speaking up beyond my station. Alas, there is naught I can do but shun myself for transgressing upon the wares of another or being so close to the supplies for the lifeblood of currency." She stood up on the edge of the roof, and took one step forward, falling down onto a sack of flour.
It was...it was quite a sight, to say the least. Watching someone just walk off of a roof and creating a cloud of flour.
"Balderdash and beguiling badlands, I've chanced upon the good graces of luck's lofty laurels once again. I apologize with more fiber than my being is capable to whoever's flour I have trounced and dispersed to the air."
Praise. What was a witch meant to do with that? Words had always been powerful tools, methods of communication, of inciting feelings…so why the hell was there an article about her and her magic in the Gale? It was a smaller-time magazine that had nothing to do with what she stood for: fashion. It was instead a modern political and military magazine, which had decided to dedicate one page to her journey as a Magic Knight. “From Gorgeous Rose to Beta in the Animal Kingdom,” who the fuck created these titles? And who was she Beta to anyways? Malcolm? Her cheeks burned pink as she threw the issue onto her desk and groaned. [break][break] Vice-Captain. A title she never thought to have deserved, but one that allowed her to legally aid her superior in his bizarre work load. As it turn out, being one of the squads in the Forsaken Region means that you get tons of reports of missing persons, sightings of enemies, dangerous beasts ravaging the land and…other such developments. All which must be filed or checked if necessary. [break][break] With a sigh, the beauty decided to take a break. She could only concentrate for four hours at a time and her head was hurting. The fresh air would serve her well. Fortunately Sosshi was a mountain town, surrounded by lush green forests and fresh air was never, well, difficult to find. [break][break] “I’m gonna go out to the square and get some tea.” The witch peaked her head into her Captain’s office. The gruff but gorgeous specimen of a man was perched over a set of papers, working as usual. His golden eyes moved to meet her red ones as she bit her bottom lip. [break][break] “Want me to come with you?” She gave him a little gentle smile and shook her head. He nodded and turned back to his papers. [break][break] And so the red-haired mage was off, her heeled boots clicking along the wooden floors of the Black Bulls base and out into the forest, a short walk off of Sosshi. It was a pleasant, warm day. She could hear some birds chirping, the skittering of a few smaller rodents…the smell of firs and elm were a refreshing change to the sweat of the mostly male base of the Bulls. [break][break] Then there was the sounds of the moving carriages, the horses, the screaming and giggling of children…that was Sosshi. Rosalia stepped into the familiar territory with a small smile on her lips. She could smell the famous farmer-made breakfast sandwiches. As she was queueing up for her turn, however, a little bit of commotion caught her ear. And she turned around to look at the cause of it head on. A ridiculously pale young girl who stood on…bags of flour? [break][break] The ice witch sighed as she saw the frustration on the face of one of the local old woman. She forfeited her place at the sandwich line…So much for trying to make the Captain happy. [break][break] “You’ve dispersed this old lady’s flour, and while the apology is much needed, the cost of it also has to be restored.” Rosalia’s cold voice cut through the air as she stepped along the side of the old lady and gave her a little smile. The wind played with the back of her Black Bulls mantle as she crossed her arms over her chest. [break][break] “And your station has nothing to do with this. This is Sosshi, almost all of us are peasants here.” The ex-model explained before kneeling down to pick up the sacks of flour off the ground and put them back in their supposed original structure. [break][break] “I advise you to pay the woman the,” Rosalia regarded the half-empty bag of flour “15 yul’s worth of product, so we can forget about this and I can treat you to a lunch sandwich, while they’re still open.” [break][break] She gave the younger red-haired girl a little cheeky grin as she waited for her response. Best case scenario, they’d get to chat at the line for the delicacy.
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Post by Cecile Iris du Ange on Oct 31, 2020 3:29:02 GMT -5
Cecile sighed, bowing her head in deference to the merchant whose product she ruined, which could have been used to make so many more products in turn. She regretted her mistake enough, but to have an official magic knight approach her? One of whom held a high rank no less? Cecile's angelic magic was matched by the devil's luck alright.
"Listen here! You ruined that perfect sack of flower and you look like you've been tussling about with a ghost! The hell is tha matter with y- Oh, fo-forgive me for shouting ma'am." The merchant woman said while bowing her head to Rosalia slightly, "It's wonderful to see you around these parts again."
Cecile meanwhile fished out her pocketbook and took out thirty yul to pay for the flour with interest, "I am naught but scant for money, may this tithe be enough to tally up against the loss of business for my transgression." She spoke with such low self-esteem, though as the money was taken, she was forgiven.
Rosalia and Cecile together now, the two redheads would meet eyes. Cecile looking at the ice witch, "Sustenance would be a welcome thing. I have not had nourishment in what feels like bygone eras, long since forgotten to the annals of history. May we enjoy the feast?" She tried to crack a smile, though when she saw that mantle her gaze shifted back away.
She was terrified of being discovered for her past, connections to Spade, and a guild of thieves that had infiltrated multiple lands in the four kingdoms? To say that Cecile was screaming internally was an understatement.
Anyone with the power to sense ki would be able to swear on their mother's names, they could hear the internal anguish of the girl who struggled to keep her gaze from darting around to avoid any eye contact.
Rosalia smiled at the woman and then glanced at young girl before her. “Yes, perhaps shouting is not the proper way to handle a young lady who has still so much to learn about the world.” The beauty hummed to herself, before sighing as she watched the girl give back more than enough money to the woman. [break][break] There was something undeniably sweet about the way she spoke, albeit it was unusual. This girl…child, was clearly out of place. She was trying too hard to receive the forgiveness of the scorned woman. The red-haired Vice-Captain would watch the older woman hassle away, counting her money happily and rolled her eyes. Ah greed… her attention was then directed back to the short female in front of her. A red-head, like herself [break][break] “You do look skinnier than I am…” She noted as her ruby hues wandered over the girl’s surprisingly slim body. Jeezus, she looked a bit under model size, and for someone of that age… When the beauty was sixteen she was way above that weight. “Feasts aren’t common unless we’re at the Black Bulls’ base, but I can get you the next best thing.” A warm grin spread over her glossy lips as gave the girl a little wink. She made a motion for the younger female to follow, and headed towards her favourite hand-made sandwiches place by Marco. It was a little window opening into a medium-sized farmhouse’s kitchen, where a man with a pronounced moustache and a certain… flamboyantness to him catered to an exceedingly long line of about nine people. [break][break] Rosalia moved to the end of it and motioned for the girl to follow her. [break][break] “So…you climb on stranger’s roofs often?” She asked, running a hand through her own hip-length hair when the wind blew gently. Whatever the response, the beauty would jokingly state that she’s a “Weirdo.” Then she’d ask for her name. [break][break] “I’m Rosalia, of the Black Bulls, and you are…?” Her voice rang through the air as they moved forwards in the line for sandwiches. As they got closer, the woman read off the specialty for the day and licked her lips. Freshly-baked baguettes with turkey, liver spread, spices, cabbage, a gentle spice, and a few poached eggs each. By gods did she love it, and she was so happy she’d caught Thursday. Sometimes she was out on missions and always got super sad about the sandwich. [break][break] “Marco! I’ll have six of your daily!” Her grin grew wide, showing the brilliant white teeth behind those lips and she leaned against the side of the building before pulling out about 100 yul and talking to the little red-head she’d picked up. “Marco moved here with his wife and two sons recently after the daemon attacks on Kikka. Sosshi tends to be more quiet, and being the only gourmet sandwich maker here, he is capable of making a good living.” She explained as she watched the spread get put on the bread. “I thought this was a joke at first, but having the bread baked every day, fresh eggs and lettuce…really does make one hell of an amazing sandwich.” [break][break] Rosalia handed the money to Marco and received a stack of 1.3 foot baguette sandwiches filled with deliciousness. They moved out of the line before she handed two to the red-haired flour girl and moved a hand to gently pat the flour away. In all honesty, the beauty could barely finish one per day, and the other three were for her Captain. If the young lady in front of her was hungry, however, she could probably eat a whale. It was simply how humans were…“You look like a ghost you know. You need to take a shower.” [break][break] “Do you need me to take you home?” She asked softly as they moved a bit further away from the main Street of Sosshi. [break][break]
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Post by Cecile Iris du Ange on Jan 2, 2021 3:14:53 GMT -5
"'Tis not my intent to malnourish or wane from proper sustenance beyond that which will carry over to the next moment of mastication." She was surprisingly verbose. Her gaze down at the ground while her hands were neatly folded in front of her body, she just bowed her head. The moment that food was offered to her though, she perked up and beamed a grand smile.
Putting her right fist in her left hand, she just looked like a different person in aura alone! "Alrighty! That's what I am always about! The next best thing to a good meal is a free good meal! Onward we go! Fetching the ambrosia of guilt-free grub! Tallyho!" She was assuredly a different person. That little sudden one-eighty was a something of a quirk, let's call it that.
"It is oft the best vantage point to survey cities and get the clearest of readings of mana signatures! Lest I find myself caught off-guard from potential 'undesirables'." She scoffed, folding her arms while turning her nose upward to the clouds, as if in a huff at the statement, only to grin at being called a weirdo.
When asked to introduce herself, she struck a pose befitting a weirdo. Her right hand covered her face with her fingers splayed out so only her eyes were visible, "Behold Second of the Bulls, for ye've found yourself in the presence of the scion of sorcery. The pinnacle of the pilferers. The vagabond of the witch's forest. I am she who was brought from on high, granted the power of the heavens to call upon vassals embroidered in incomprehensible shells! It is I, Cecile Iris du Ange, who shall sit atop the throne of history as the greatest Gentleman Thief! My target: only the vilest of criminals and master thieves of the land!" Well, she was theatrical, to say the least.
When it came to the sandwiches, she was already holding one between her hands when Rosalia gave the second, after listening to the explanation of Marco and his business, she looked up at Rosalia. Part of Cecile wondered just what it was that happened on the coast, she had heard rumors and stories, but it was hard to say for sure.
She was already scarfing down nearly her first sandwich when Rosalia commented she needed a shower. Well, falling in a bunch of flour would do that to someone, but Cecile did look a little rattier than the average street urchin. Her face waned from exuberance and glee to melancholy and chagrin when asked about her home.
"Chance has seen fit to whisk all winning hands from my deck. Loathe as I am to admit, I am a former thief of the Spade Kingdom. Seeking asylum and a proper place to call home, though I'm not worth the time of day for anyone's consideration given my background. It is with great sorrow, of which there is no one deserving to hear the sob story, that I have run from a life of knife-wielding poverty to becoming a vagabond part-timer, seeking the simplest of scraps to save up for a place of her own. I truly am deserving of a criminal's end as my former employers seek to silence me from revealing truths about their organization... She sighed, before ravenously biting into the second sandwich with more gusto than when she was overjoyed!
Rosalia giggled when the red-haired girl said it wasn’t her intention to be skinny. When she received a bow, the witch raised an amused eyebrow. If they were any closer she’d have ruffled her red hair. “Good, I’m glad you’re not trying to starve yourself for a figure. In my roots it’s kind of a habit.” She paused when she realized this child may not know exactly what that was. The witch pondered on how to explain that for a second. “I used to be a model, one of those women on the cover of magazines to promote clothes and being skinny was my job.” A nervous laugh left her lips. Fortunately modelling standards had changed ever so slightly, now models were allowed to be toned, and she qualified for one of those ladies. [break][break] When the beauty said she’d lead her to food, she was surprised by the sudden jump in energy from the child. It made her chuckle once more as she did lead them to Marco’s sandwich stand. The response to teasing her was adorable and Rosa had to try her best not to smile again.[break][break] “Well I’m jealous, I have an incredibly weak ability to sense mana signatures.”[break][break] There was a jump in crimson eyebrows when she was called “Second of the Bulls.” It was a fair enough description…Vice-Captain. Hmmm…a position she would never truly be used to properly. She’d never had a title before and this was still a surprise every time she heard it. When the girl proceeded to list off several awesome complex descriptions of herself, Rosalia could no longer hide her smile as she regarded the girl…Cecile, with curiosity. A few people turned to look at them because the vagabond-girl was being loud in her introduction.[break][break] “Nice to meet a fellow witch in this part of the world.” The beauty giggled and had to, once more, hold back from ruffling this child’s hair affectionately. Cecile seemed to have a way of growing on people really fast. What made the metaphorical nerd inside of Rosalia’s closet squeak, however, was the mention of a magic from…the heavens? Wind, like her old nostalgic element, or perhaps Light like Lydia? With defensive capabilities. [break][break] The sandwiches arrived soon after and the beauty squinted when she found one already in the girl’s hands. She decided not to ask questions and once all 6 portable filled bread meals were acquired, they moved away from Marco’s. [break][break] When the pair moved away off the main street, Rosalia having not opened any of the other sandwiches, rather habitually just heading to the Black Bulls base, didn’t mind the use of the word “Thief.” The words “Spade Kingdom” made her gaze narrow for a split-second however. Asylum and a place to call home? [break][break] “Hmmm…well we seem to have a predicament on our hands then. As a person and living being I could offer you asylum… as a Vice-Captain of the Black Bulls and citizen of Clover however I must inform you that there will be certain procedures and laws you will have to obey here…such as serving the Kingdom of Clover whenever it needs your help, and swearing your allegiance to our land. Magic Knights have to take vows and protect people and aid those in need…” She fell quiet for a bit as they walked, reaching the forest that separated Sosshi from the Black Bulls base. “It’s a career choice. And you make good money ,I guess. You’d probably have to write a report about Spade’s condition and explain believably why you would be a good and trustable addition to the Clover Kingdom’s military…and of course, you should have magical capabilities.” Her ruby eyes darted to Cecile.[break][break] “How does all of that seem to you?” Rosalia asked as she ran her hand through her long crimson hair. She was genuinely curious what would happen. [break][break]
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Post by Cecile Iris du Ange on Feb 1, 2021 3:01:11 GMT -5
By the time that Rosalia had already looked over to Cecile after offering the conditions to become a knight of CLover, the girl was already gone. She was talking to someone on the side for directions to the Black Bulls' base of operations. She could not be a turncoat fast enough on the people that used to make her wish for miracles.
Well, it was certainly a miracle to have chanced upon Rosalia! After she received her directions, she returned to Rosalia and pointed off in the general direction of the Bull's base. "Let us sally forth! The greatest healer and herald of the Nine Orders of Heaven is here to lend her power to the Bulls and all of Clover! Fie on the Northern Spade Kingdom! Fie on the Thieves' Guild! And fie upon those who seek to cause me harm!"
Her demeanor quickly soured, poking her fingers together in a solemn manner while she looked at the sandwich she still held, "Is it really fine? For one as scorned by life as me, to climb the great ziggurat of accolades among the rank and file of the country's finest of warriors? Not even fit to be a proper thief, I was the lookout and healer for accidents, and yet here I am, beyond my station, praying to be something more."
She looked up to the clouds, holding that sandwich to her chest, the red-headed teen looking like a bit of a jester more than some great healer in a pose like that.
"Alas, I shall be the most selfish person of all. Let us go oh mighty Second of the Bulls! I look forward to lending my aid! For Envy is my sin, I shall seek the greatest treasures of my former employers. Greed is my vice, for I shall take everything from them one day! Wrath is my right, for I shall rain fire upon Spade! Pride is folly, for even as meager as I am, I shall not be swayed! Gluttony is my joy because these sandwiches are really delicious! Lust is my dream because I aspire to collect a harem of the daughters of the noble families! I will herald the Nine Heavens while embodying the Seven Deadliest!"
This girl was a total chuunibyou, there was no doubt about it at this point.
Post by Cecile Iris du Ange on Apr 5, 2021 23:08:17 GMT -5
After their little tette a tette, the two could say their goodbyes or head on to the next big task, getting her involved with the order of the Black Bulls, it would be the first major step for Cecile, who wanted nothing more than to find a place to belong, a group of people that would want to stand by her, just, for different reasons than she had thought.
When she got in to the order, it would take some time getting used to, namely that she was a former criminal from another nation, and she was going to have to deal with that scrutiny.
Next, she'd have to slowly let on what may happen just because of her former connections to some people from Spade, and what her true intentions are. But those would have to be hurdles in the future, for now, she had to get used to the biggest challenge she ever faced, the ragtag group of black bulls. [exit]
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