In this world, Magic is Everything. All people, all races, are granted with the power to perform mystical and magical feats via grimories, mystical tomes granted to each and every child on their 15th birthday. Those blessed by the mana can have their names written down in legend.
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Post by Cecile Iris du Ange on May 2, 2020 2:34:00 GMT -5
Cecile Iris du Ange was struck with a stroke of bad luck. Almost near constantly, she was more of a jinx than anything else. Despite her magic being a heavenly godsend, she struggled day in and day out to get by without some mishap befuddling her. The orange-headed fallen angel today meandered into Aristaeus' Basin, thinking to lie low for a day or seven while the heat died down. She was on the lam, evading detection from her former employers. Those cutthroat cutpurses, the Thieves' Guild. Little did the girl know, they had splinters all over the Suitlands.
It started simply with running through the forest of Baba Yaga, saved by someone she had the joy to meet, but no plans to be in contact with. Today though, she was trying to find a place within this multi-layer plateau of reflecting pools that weren't moist, covered in moss or the scent of mildew assailing her nostrils. Oh, the oversized plants that liked to eat people were a problem as well. The giant bunnies were adorable when they were not causing mayhem with geomancy and terraforming the land around them!
"Okay Cece, you can do this, you've done worse. You got a broken halo, tarnished wings, and nary a means to fend for yourself aside from two fancy bodyguards that leave you too tired to move after calling them for help. You're a good field medic, and that's it. So, let's take a deep breath, find a sturdy set of branches, and start making a bed for the night!" She shouted to herself, pumping a fist into the air while lifting off of the ground from the heels of her feet, making lift-off before stamping back down
Alas, assailants were hunting for their prey. Looking for the golden goose, so to speak, that would mean a payday beyond a year's worth of gigs. Three men stalked and scoured the fields of Aristaeus' Basin. Seeking their charge to apprehend and abscond with.
"I'm telling you, I saw black feathers. Who else do we know that has black feathers Bosco?" "Crows, ravens, blackbirds, magic seeking birds." "he's got a point. How do you know they're the girl's?" "BECAUSE THEY WERE MAGIC FEATHERS YOU IDIOTS!"
Cecile jolted, pivoting about through the water as her feet cast some of it around. Her amber eyes wide with horror, they were following her here too? Nuviel and Stalviel might not be enough for them, but, she could at least put up a fight. She was, at the end of the day, living up to her personal promise, to become the master of masters, the thief of thieves. The one who would outclass the world of darkness with the blanket of her holy right to their swag!
Post by Alexander Valentine on May 3, 2020 0:00:15 GMT -5
Alexander's travels lead him far and wide to a variety of places. Despite his age, he knows enough about the land he walks on to understand where trouble is brewing. It has saved him a few times from bandits to animals to even natural disasters. It's a skill he picked up on his travels from a friend of a friend and boy is he grateful for listening. The number of times it has saved his ass are numerous during his various journey’s.
The road he walks today is an interesting one for its landscape and fauna. Aristaeus Basin is the place and it is known for being rich in mana and constantly changing. An interesting place to visit and his curiosity has been piqued for a while ever since he heard of the place. The issue is that it's near the Heart Kingdom and he has reservations traveling so far due to the war. But here he is now, enjoying the scenery and taking in the fresh air.
But his relaxing walk would be cut short as he heard voices in the distance. He did grow a bit wary on the grounds that voices like that means that something is afoot. It didn't matter if it was trouble or not, it was something that warranted his attention.’Might as well stay on my path and see what’s happening...never hurts to check out’, he muttered to himself as he continued down his path.Upon reaching the source of the voices, he was greeted by the presence of three men who were armed and looking for someone. Already it wasn't a good first impression as they seemed to be hunting for someone from what he could read from their tone of voice. Not reading but it was obvious they were aiming to harm the person in question with their various weapons.
Of course he kept his cool and simply greeted them as he would any normal traveler, “Hey there, strangers. What is going on here?”
This tract of land was the kind Imra hated the most. Hot, humid, thick vegetation that never seemed to stop growing. Sure, there were plenty of clearings, but most of it was dense. The plants could move and eat like animals, the animals could change the landscape around them at whims as if they were practiced mages. This place was a labyrinth all on its own. It made tracking the trio she had been following a pain, but packs of men moved slow. They took their precious hours of breaks to eat and sleep. The one was not beholden to such trivial limitations. Slowly, but surely, Imra had been catching up with them.
They had worked together on a small job at some point. Big mistake on her end. They abandoned her and took the pay with them in the dead of night. Leaving her with all the fallout and none of the reward. Sure, she had enough Yul to make up for it, but it wasn't about the money. No one crossed Drekir and lived to tell the tale. She had thought to give up the hunt when she could hear their shouts in the distance. They had found something, or maybe they were running from something else. It didn't matter though, Imra would make sure she had the final say in the end. It also helped she was faster than them too.
"Serpents Sprint!" Her bones cracked and warped, scales growing from her legs, the muscles becoming more powerful than any human's had the right to be! With a start, she would run off into the verdant forest ahead, hunting down the prey that had been eluding her for over a week now! With sweat coating her brow, she had finally managed to find her way to the same clearing the dolts, too, had come across. It was ironic how the man-hunters were soon to become the man-hunted. There was a children's story disturbingly close to this, how the hunters who befouled a sacred stag were soon mauled by a hungry bear, though the allegory didn't really hold up here. A
Alas, she would be the one late to the appointment, beat out by a man that she didn't even recognize. This red-slathered stranger had the potential to put an obstacle in her way; there was no way he had stumbled across them without hearing them blathering. The honeyed words that poured from his tongue revealed the intentions behind him. If she had known him at all he might have proven useful.
From the shadows she would state her command: "Stay out of this, little cardinal." Imra raised her voice so that the stranger could hear her, her icy voice biting with unseen threat. "These worms are foredoomed to a rendez-vous."
Her dead, piercing gaze remained locked on her pack-turned-prey as she stepped from the shadows. They may have had their reasons for leaving her leaving her to the dogs, but they made the mistake of assumption.
"Scale magic." The woman's grimoire freed itself from its satchel, floating to just above her shoulder. If they were close enough, the strangers, including the one that had hidden herself, would be able to see the intricate spade embossed upon its cover.
"Fafnir's Furious Fist!" Imra's arm distended, growing into a monstrous, scale-plated claw of icy hue. She would waste little time, her feet digging into the ground and launching her forward at inhuman speed! As she approached anyone within ten meters of her would feel their legs weighed down as heavy scales began to sprout from their skin. With the number of man-hunters in that group, the mana would be spread too thin to be completely effective. Unless someone managed to stop her advance, Imra would aim to pummel one of them into the ground with a mighty blow! Should it manage to land, it would warp their torso, turning the bones brittle and the muscles spongy, ensuring that the next blow against them would be all the more painful!
Name of Spell: Serpent Sprint Elemental Type: Scales[break] Rank & Spell Type: Junior Physical Reinforcement / Transformation Range & Speed: Self | 10 m. AoE Mana Cost: 10 | 5 Stats Effected: +7 m/s | -2 m/s [AoE] Applicable Perks: Full Blitz Description: Imra's legs turn into those of a mighty drake, built for power and speed, and covered in icy-blue scales. At the same time, the legs of those near her become partially covered in heavy scales, making their movements a bit more sluggish as long as they remain within 10 meters of her.
Name of Spell: Fafnir's Furious Fist Elemental Type: Scales Rank & Spell Type: Junior Physical Reinforcement / Transformation Range & Speed: Self | Melee Mana Cost: 10 | 5 Stats Effected: Phys. Str to 1.5 Junior | Junior Endurance Debuff Applicable Perks: Herculean Strength Description: Imra's arm turns into a large monstrous claw covered in plates of thick, white scales, making herself stronger than normal. Strikes from the claw warp the torsos of those hit, making the flesh spongy and easily bruised while making the bones a bit more brittle, making the next hit against them a bit more effective.
Post by Cecile Iris du Ange on May 6, 2020 2:39:23 GMT -5
Cecile thought to herself, in her current state of mind, that she was quite useless to always be on the run, to never have the means to fight back and fend for herself. She had golems, she had the power to heal, but, if her golems were circumvented, she would be out of luck. She thought she needed some other power, and that was part of the reason that she desired to steal from her former employers, to take their masterfully crafted weapons and relics, and use them for herself to be the best of thieves.
Today though was just not her day. She was harried by the remnants of a tagalong group of The Guild, trying to hunt down her head and bring it back on a gilded platter for her boss. She just needed time to herself, to think and to plan, to sort out the means for a safe house where she could set up a base of operations and get to work on protecting herself and finding allies. But no, these guys just wanted to keep coming at her non-stop!
"Look all I'm sayin' is we get some sorta tracin' spell on her, then we don't have to send out this many guys just to find one simple girl. Ya know what I mean?" Said one of them, trying to keep his eyes peeled, another chimed in, however, "Yeah that would be nice if it wouldn't take some kind of miracle-working sensory specialist! You idiot. Let's just move along and find her already, put the knife in her, and be done with it, ya dig?"
Of course, they were cut off in their discussion by someone with scale magic approaching, and approaching fast! "Are you kidding? You ditched her didn't you?!" "I thought I did!" "Well, she's clearly, oh crap!" They were taken over easily, Imra had arrived on the scene and made quite a scene of it herself.
Cecile was in the vicinity, even she could feel the presence of another person doing this. Turning her head toward the sound, she snapped her grimoire shut, having been flipping through blank pages in hopes of finding something new, to no avail alas. As she trundled on through the forested area, making a post-haste b-line for whatever it was she sought out, she scurried with the speed of a skittering spider!
Clambering over roots and shrubs, she arrived just in the knick of time to see a woman with strange magic beating the stuffing out of the people that were hunting her? "I...Thanks? They were after me? I think?" This was confusing and would take some time to process. Looking to the one-eyed wonder, she pointed at Imra, "Are they, you know, a friend of yours?"
Post by Alexander Valentine on May 8, 2020 22:39:45 GMT -5
Another voice caught his attention as he would glance over to see a silver haired girl with some cold eyes. Sher is of course terribly serious as she immediately went after the gentlemen he was speaking to for some reason he can't discern. He nonchalantly dodged her as she went after them with the voracity of a snake. “Seems like the girl here wasnt taught any manners”, he thought to himself as he watched her take on the goons; somewhat amused by the sight as he leaned on the trunk of a fallen tree.
It was then another voice would ring out and of course he’d look up tp see a girl flying around above. “Nope, I assumed they were with you.”, he replied as he smirked a bit at the situation at hand. Alexander looked at the remaining goons and felt an urge to join in as she seemed to be having fun. After a moment of deliberation, he snapped his fingers and an electrical aura started to surge through him. “Lightning Road”, he said as he took a ready stance. “Might as well join in on the fun, it’d be a waste to not fight now!”, he exclaimed as he dashed in at high speed. Luckily for him the newly learned spells under his belt is going to come handy as he knows what exactly he needs to do in a fight like this. Its simple but if one guy is busy being beaten, then the others are going to follow suit and might as well help out and see whats up rather than play bystander.
The first goon who was distracted by Imras attack was made a target as he promptly rushed at him at full force and swiftly kicked him in the face. If it hit, then it would push him backwards as he turned his attention to the next guy. “Sorry mate, nothing personal”, he said as he dashed yet again at the remaining one.
Post by Imra Drekir on May 12, 2020 4:31:10 GMT -5
There was but a moment in the violence where every second clung to her whim, where the enemies she had once called co-workers were spell-bound to her every move. Her blow had easily sent the first sap to an early rest. Whether he was dead or not she didn't much care right now. Imra rose, blood dripping from that scaled fist of her's, that same, dead expression resting on her face as her attention switched to the next target. They might have looked tough, but they were scared out of their minds. She could practically taste it. They made the mistake of thinking they could run, forgetting that predator's were built to catch their prey. Pathetic.
The only hint that she gave something was amiss was the shift in her gaze, her eye darted to the incoming lightning mage and squinted towards him. She had told the idiot to not get involved. No skin from her teeth if he got himself hurt! Imra bared her teeth in a furious scowl. Even if he was helping, she couldn't stand anyone that stood in her way!
The enemy in front of her noticed all to late that Imra's scowl wasn't for him! He turned around just in time to get boot to the face! He stumbled forward, and would have tripped were it not for Imra enveloping his entire face with her transformed limb!
The last of them was easily taken out by the red stranger, leaving only one of them barely conscious in Imra's grasp. The woman's eye twitched at the boy, barely lucky that he hadn't managed to prove himself a nuisance. "Tch!" the woman would only verbalize her frustration once, her face returning to the ice-cold stare she usually kept. "I thought I told you not to get in the way, Cardinal." She started to squeeze the sap's head a bit harder. It was probably safe to posit that this guy wouldn't mind if she used this guy's face as a stress ball, his tenuous hold on his consciousness ensuring that his struggles were nowhere near enough.
Her head shot to the noise of a snapping twig to her side. Another attacker? No, she was certain that she had been tracking only three people. Quite possibly an animal or a mana-beast, but if there was something that actually posed a threat, they would have been able to notice it before, right?
No, she should have realized from the moment she found them alone in that clearing. They had been the hunters, how foolish she had been to forget that they were lowly manhunters. She couldn't really blame them there. It paid well for all her brief stint had promised to pay her. Granted that promise had been broken... her vice grip tightened at the thought. Alas, it seemed that the guy had passed out while she hadn't been paying attention. She tossed his unconscious body to the side as the girl approached.
"I wouldn't call traitors 'friends.'" Her response was prompt and curt. From the way those guys had been talking, it sounded like there had been quite the price on their bounty. What were the chances she could take on these two?... Maybe if the cardinal hadn't been there she could manage. Imra's icy gaze closed in on the girl, squinting in contemplation. She knew nothing about this girl, nor did she know who had hired the manhunters to bring her in... nor did she wish to tangle herself with a guild that would so easily turn against her. "Why were these worms chasing you, little robin?" It was a bit more noticeable because of its size, but Cecile would no doubt notice the woman's monstrous hand close back into a tight fist. The intimidation was subtle, but she doubted that such a prospect could be worth it.
Name of Spell: Serpent Sprint Elemental Type: Scales[break] Rank & Spell Type: Junior Physical Reinforcement / Transformation Range & Speed: Self | 10 m. AoE Mana Cost: 10 | 5 Stats Effected: +7 m/s | -2 m/s [AoE] Applicable Perks: Full Blitz Description: Imra's legs turn into those of a mighty drake, built for power and speed, and covered in icy-blue scales. At the same time, the legs of those near her become partially covered in heavy scales, making their movements a bit more sluggish as long as they remain within 10 meters of her.
Name of Spell: Fafnir's Furious Fist Elemental Type: Scales Rank & Spell Type: Junior Physical Reinforcement / Transformation Range & Speed: Self | Melee Mana Cost: 10 | 5 Stats Effected: Phys. Str to 1.5 Junior | Junior Endurance Debuff Applicable Perks: Herculean Strength Description: Imra's arm turns into a large monstrous claw covered in plates of thick, white scales, making herself stronger than normal. Strikes from the claw warp the torsos of those hit, making the flesh spongy and easily bruised while making the bones a bit more brittle, making the next hit against them a bit more effective.
Post by Cecile Iris du Ange on May 16, 2020 4:57:32 GMT -5
Well, while those two took care of the guild hunters, she remained on the sidelines, watching it all transpire, grimoire at the ready if she needed to intervene with healing magic. After everyone was taken care of, the hunters knocked out and dealt with, Cecile turned her attention to Imra and the red-headed lad who both decided to lend her a hand. If she was asked about one thing it was why she was being hunted. Sighing, she rubbed her arm nervously with her other hand, looking away as she tried to find the proper words to spit out at them and give a proper explanation.
"Well there are a few reasons, mostly I used to run with them. I was a member of The Thieves' Guild until recently, I had my reasons for being in there, I wanted to see something good come out of stealing from wealthy targets and giving part of it to the needy. Yet, I find out these people keep the majority of it for themselves, and begin living their lives like the nobles they steal from!" She said, getting bent out of shape over an explanation, fuming as she shouted about her disdain for the Thieves' Guild.
"The second reason is that I have this connection to the Witches' Forest. I have family there, and they want me back now and then, away from them. So, they would rather that I cut my ties to the forest and my family so I could work for them nonstop. And the third reason is this book of mine." She commented while holding up the bronze covered grimoire, opening up the pages to show them the odd ones were white, the even ones were black. As she did this, a black halo formed above her head.
Wings sprouted from her back, they looked transparent, like they couldn't be there on full power. They were black in color and more angular rather than elegant like the wings of an angel. "I have the power to heal beyond what is possible, and I've even managed to come back from what I shouldn't have been able to." She nervously admitted, a bit terrified of Imra's power and tone, she did NOT want to get on that woman's bad side.
Post by Alexander Valentine on May 18, 2020 23:39:55 GMT -5
“Well what can I say, I have a tendency to get caught in the middle of others troubles.”, he replied as he knocked out one of the goons. As he took down the next one baddie in his way, the woman with eyes of ice seemed to have made it very clear that his help was needed.. The thug in her arms became an example as he caught his face being stretched a fair bit.Though he was a slight bit disappointed that he didn't get to beat down the baddies some more; he made sure to make quick work of them. After properly tying them to a tree and stretching his arms into the air as it was quite the workout he put in.
He kept his mouth shut as he picked out a mushroom in his bag and began to chew on it as he overheard their conversation. Interesting characters these women are from the things he’s hearing. Catching word of a few members of a guild of thieves is pretty common from where he lived; keeping his nose out of business on the other hand varied.
More or less depends on what was happening and he just happened to stop a manhunt of a girl with wings. Something he doesn't see everyday but he leaned on a tree as he ate a mixture of dried berries, mushrooms, and meats as he looked at their exchange. Ears perking up as he heard what the girls magic can do, in which he responded with a simple whistle as he couldn't help but react to that sort of miracle magic. People would kill for that sort of magic because of how useful it is; especially so during the aftermath of the war and how deep the scars are.
“Explains their misdemeanor, but seems like they did not come as prepared...luckily for ya’ll I was passing by”
Post by Imra Drekir on Jun 3, 2020 21:46:15 GMT -5
"Witches' Forest? Looks like you're from Spade to me." Probably some pompous royal, too, by intricacy of the cover's design. Probably had connections to the people that ruined her life. Imra's jaw clenched, her temples. The veins in her temples seemed to pop out from underneath the skin for a moment before the woman regained control of her emotions.
"Hmm." Imra was not impressed by the girl's display of power, she scowled at it like a predator sizing up its prey. She was certain that if she really wanted to there was little either of them could do to stop her. Simple as that. But kidnapping her and taking her... Somewhere. No, she had no bearing in mind. She knew those guys worked for some guild but she was never privy to their entire operation. Shameful. She should have pressed them for more.
"If you're trying to show off just drop the mystery sales-pitch and talk normal." Imra cocked an eyebrow, feigning just a bit of interest in what that might be. Healing 'beyond what was possible?' sounded like a load of snake oil to her. Scammers like her never got anywhere in life. Best to leave her to her own devices before she got too interloped.
"I would have been fine on my own, Cardinal." Her voice seethed, biting more of ice tan with angered fire. Who could blame her for reacting to such a pompous asshole. The people of Clover were jerks the lot of them, tempered by easy lives no doubt. She had yet to drop either of her spells. She had little doubt the redheaded jerk would be able to notice the trembling of her monstrous fist at his words.
"The worms left me to the dogs just so they could chase after this light-show? To chase down miracles? Pathetic."
Name of Spell: Serpent Sprint Elemental Type: Scales[break] Rank & Spell Type: Junior Physical Reinforcement / Transformation Range & Speed: Self | 10 m. AoE Mana Cost: 10 | 5 Stats Effected: +7 m/s | -2 m/s [AoE] Applicable Perks: Full Blitz Description: Imra's legs turn into those of a mighty drake, built for power and speed, and covered in icy-blue scales. At the same time, the legs of those near her become partially covered in heavy scales, making their movements a bit more sluggish as long as they remain within 10 meters of her.
Name of Spell: Fafnir's Furious Fist Elemental Type: Scales Rank & Spell Type: Junior Physical Reinforcement / Transformation Range & Speed: Self | Melee Mana Cost: 10 | 5 Stats Effected: Phys. Str to 1.5 Junior | Junior Endurance Debuff Applicable Perks: Herculean Strength Description: Imra's arm turns into a large monstrous claw covered in plates of thick, white scales, making herself stronger than normal. Strikes from the claw warp the torsos of those hit, making the flesh spongy and easily bruised while making the bones a bit more brittle, making the next hit against them a bit more effective.
Post by Cecile Iris du Ange on Jun 10, 2020 0:55:13 GMT -5
Flinching as she was called out, one leg raised up while her arms were thrust backward and up, as if striking a pose of being caught and told to freeze, only to move into the position she was assuming now. "I, well that is...What you see is." She held up her grimoire, showing both of them that she did indeed have a spade symbol on her book, with four extra indents on it. Hers was a magic that was beyond normal. "I should count myself lucky, one debase as I, to be changed upon by two wayward warriors wandering into the fray. I thank you both, though thanks alone may never be enough."
her vernacular and disposition changed as if she was cast over by the shadow of a doubt, the literal obscurity of darkness taking over part of her face, she just lowered her gaze to the ground while opening her grimoire, to show them both just what it was that was special about her magic. As the pages opened they could see it, the even pages were black, the odd pages were white. What was the biggest bit of it all was the semi-transparent halo with thorns sticking out of it, ebon black, hovering above her head. From her back sprouted two arm-length angular wings, with five main sections to speak of as if there were only five massive feathers to each wing.
This was the look of a fallen angel, the lowest of the low of the hierarchy. "Mine is magic mentioned and mumbled among the aristocracy. The power of the heavens, granted to me. But, alas, being born of a witch, and taken to Spade at birth by my father...alas, I was cursed from birth. The umbral darkness, the primordial emptiness, that which lacks light as a concept, clutched on to my wings and tainted them onyx." As she snapped her grimoire shut, she sighed, the wings and halo disappeared.
Cecile, looking up at the canopy of intertwining branches and the bushels of leaves rustling from animals scurrying between them, decided to confide something in the both of them. "A former worker of the Thieves' Guild am I. Loathe as one weak as I am to admit it, I have handled many of the wounds for those who were too foolish to be prepared properly. But, seeing the wealth never be properly distributed, I cut my ties from their ranks."
She looked back at Irma and Alex, "My goal now is to gain power, allies, and make my way back in to the complexes of my former employers, so that I may take their trophies and coffers, and give them to the people who deserve them. In the name of being the greatest thief to live and who will ever live. I shall steal from the masters of the thieves."
Post by Alexander Valentine on Jun 15, 2020 1:26:50 GMT -5
Alexander chewed on his dried mushroom as he listened to them speak. He didn't have much to add on in terms of conversation as he was very disconnected to the internal politics of how the underground works. He hears it during his travels and has some knowledge of it from a familiar face or two but he was far from the roguish type many would take him for. But he kept one ear open as it could be interesting info to recall in the right place at the right time. Though it was a lot of stuff is mostly her magic and what is going on but his mind was more preoccupied with a place to stay and where to relax and so on as the daylight can only last for so long. Worse for worse, he may have to camp in the area and even then it may need to sleep onto a tree due to his lack of camp set up. Though Cold lady’s words were of course charming as always as she keeps referring to him as cardinal and downplaying his involvement in it. Sounds like the type to be overly serious on the job and is too stubborn to ask for help even when they need it. But he knows their type and simply took a deep breath and did his thing.
“I'm sure you would, but learn to share in the fun sometimes”, he remarked as he stretched his arms into the air and yawned. Listening as the other girl began to speak to him and the lady directly. Her goals were admirable and a bit naive but she has the attitude at least. “Quite the road you have ahead of you. Do you want to do that soon or do you want help with that? Because I’m game either way since you two seem to be in for a fun time with what I've heard so far…”, he chewed on the dired mushroom as he looked at both of them for their response.
Types like them seem fun though associating with the underground is bound to lead to some trouble but who knows...maybe he can get something out of it at least. "One can only assume that you wanna work towards that since I assume this so called master of thieves aint exactly going to be alone or the type to leave their loot on a pillow in the middle of town...also I havent gotten your names yet. unless you wanna be called Dove and Lizard as nicknames.."
Post by Cecile Iris du Ange on Jul 6, 2020 3:59:38 GMT -5
She was taken aback, two people who seemed naught disturbed by her grandiose affirmations of grandeur. Blinking a few times, she lifted a hand, index finger pointed up, only to curl in upon itself as she lowered her limb and sighed. Putting a hand to her hip, her gaze cast down at the ground. Dusting off that skirt of hers with her other hand, she quickly brought her attention level, meeting eye to eye with the one-eyed red-head! "I must say, I'm quite smitten by the name dove, though I am oft referred to as the Herald of Heaven. The Fallen Angel. The Wayward Witch!" These were all names she gave herself, no one called her any of these things, ever.
While the offer for help was appealing, she beamed at it. "A confidant? Already?! Oh joyous times! I have come in to a new country, and already met people of power, and now have an ally!" SHe cheered herself on before leaping off one foot, one hand thrust to the sky before she came down with a little thump, feet tapping onto the soil.
"First the green mantis vice captain meets me by chance, now two people. Mayhaps this time of strife is not simply fraught with dangers and solitude!" She was still speaking out during this little extrospective introspection. A display, an exhibition if you will, of her mind shouting its thoughts rather than holding them dear and in her cranium where they belonged.
"You may call me whatever nickname you find apt, but know the name of the Herald of the Heavens! Cecile Iris du Ange! Former thief of the Spade Kingdom! And the future master of master thieves, she who will stand atop the echelons only demi-gods dare to look at!" She fumed confidence!
