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Jul 30, 2016 2:08:52 GMT -6
Post by norimo on Jul 30, 2016 2:08:52 GMT -6
Delphi felt her stomach churn with the woman's gesture as her head drooped a notch, obviously still trying to compose herself but showing a hint of weakness in her effort. While being told to "loosen up" irritated her, she admittedly felt her face grow hot under her hood as embarrassment flushed her features. Already showing a break in her professional demeanor so early on coupled with the calm response of the woman served to make her appear childish. It was a reminder that she was, indeed, not at the convent. Even though the clergyman were not exactly on par with their ability to listen, at least situations such as the current were rarely an issue. She was here on a mission, not to make herself out to be incompetent.
"Delphi Argyris," she spoke, remembering to lift her head as she did so. As came with her name, her place of origin was to follow by order of the convent, "A healer sent on behalf of the Convent of Loukios." While not performing the grandeur bow as before, being such was reserved for the designated leader of the troupe, she did offer a type of salute for formality's sake. She executed such with one arm behind her back and the other draped across her chest in one sweeping motion, before standing straight with arms at her side once more. "Let it be clear I do not retract my earlier expression being made so in consideration for the benefit of the group. Besides the matter, may I ask what is it that you do?"
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Jul 30, 2016 2:22:51 GMT -6
Post by schribbit on Jul 30, 2016 2:22:51 GMT -6
"Delphi Argyris," she spoke, remembering to lift her head as she did so. As came with her name, her place of origin was to follow by order of the convent, "A healer sent on behalf of the Convent of Loukios." While not performing the grandeur bow as before, being such was reserved for the designated leader of the troupe, she did offer a type of salute for formality's sake. She executed such with one arm behind her back and the other draped across her chest in one sweeping motion, before standing straight with arms at her side once more. "Let it be clear I do not retract my earlier expression being made so in consideration for the benefit of the group. Besides the matter, may I ask what is it that you do?" Delphi's fanciful words only reminded her even more of someone she once argued with so often. It also got her to thinking, if she had been sent on the behalf of a convent, then that explained her demeanor. Of course someone who comes from such a high-strung place would be so logical and biting in their observations. "I'm a fire mage. It's good to see a healer, as you've probably noticed with my um- appearance," she looked down to her bloodied wardrobe- this used to be her favorite vest- "we're definitely going to need one. It's nice to meet you, Miss Delphi Argyris." She calmly held out her hand for the other to shake, not as enthusiastic to meet her as she'd been of Poppy. She hoped beyond her previous thoughts that this woman was not as difficult to get along with as she'd first given an impression to be. |
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Post by norimo on Jul 30, 2016 3:49:35 GMT -6
Delphi's fanciful words only reminded her even more of someone she once argued with so often. It also got her to thinking, if she had been sent on the behalf of a convent, then that explained her demeanor. Of course someone who comes from such a high-strung place would be so logical and biting in their observations. "I'm a fire mage. It's good to see a healer, as you've probably noticed with my um- appearance," she looked down to her bloodied wardrobe- this used to be her favorite vest- "we're definitely going to need one. It's nice to meet you, Miss Delphi Argyris." She calmly held out her hand for the other to shake, not as enthusiastic to meet her as she'd been of Poppy. She hoped beyond her previous thoughts that this woman was not as difficult to get along with as she'd first given an impression to be. "A fire mage? I have encountered the like at Loukios," she nodded, recalling the nasty burns many suffered due to their own carelessness. Hopefully Nyle would prove to be one of the more capable kind. Upon closer inspection the woman's clothes were stained with scarlet, yet bore no visible tears in the material. Delphi raised an eyebrow under her hood, wondering just what kind of trouble the lady could have come across. When the woman extended her hand, the offering of a handshake went right over Delphi's head as her eyes caught sight of a nick in the flesh. Eventually her pupils wandered from the arms of the female to her face, where just directly under her right eye were two more cuts. Instead of outstretching her arm to complete the notion, she reached from behind her tasseled belt and in between her fingertips was an ivory wand topped with poudretteite.  With a flick of the wrist, she lightly tapped the wand's tip upon the woman's palm. Once, twice, three times until a glow stirred from its end, a dim light reaching up the brunette's arm and across her features. The wounds' flesh pulled together until they sealed themselves closed. Delphi nodded, affirming as though she completed the gesture as expected. "Please notify me further if anything else goes awry, Nyle. As long as we continue to function as a group, my services extend to you." |
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Post by schribbit on Jul 30, 2016 4:28:51 GMT -6
"A fire mage? I have encountered the like at Loukios," she nodded, recalling the nasty burns many suffered due to their own careless. With a flick of the wrist, she lightly tapped the wand's tip upon the woman's palm. Once, twice, three times until a glow stirred from its end, a dim light reach up the brunette's arm and across her features. The wounds' flesh pulled together until they sealed themselves closed. Delphi nodded, affirming as though she completed the gesture as expected. "Please notify me further if anything else goes awry, Nyle. As long as we continue to function as a group, my services extend to you."  Nyle was very surprised at the gesture of healing her minor scratches instead of a handshake. The odd sensation did not last long but gave Nyle a second to regain her thoughts. She noticed the beautiful looking object in the hands of the healer, a wand- it was lovely, and she immediately wanted to take it up to examine it, but held back as the sensation of being healed ended and she remembered what they were talking about.  "O-oh, gosh! You didn't have to waste your energy on those, I coulda toughed 'em out, haha! But, thanks!" As she spoke, she once again brought her arm up behind her head to rub her neck in slight embarrassment of the situation. "B-besides that, that's a beautiful wand! How long have you had it, was it custom made??" her hand fell from behind her neck and clasped with its sister in excitement, showing how eager she was for a response. |
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Jul 30, 2016 4:59:13 GMT -6
Post by norimo on Jul 30, 2016 4:59:13 GMT -6
"It is ideal to have combatants in top form before they head into battle," Delphi assured, before cocking her head slightly at the onslaught of questions that proceeded. While truthfully, Delphi had actually grown an attachment towards her wand, talking about such a personal matter wasn't encouraged by the convent while on duty. Although her latest mission's completion date was... unclear, to say the least. On a different train of thought however, her wand was apart of her equipment. If one had inquiries about the latter, then it was respectful to answer. "It was given to me by Father Argyris, among a selection of other variations. While not necessarily custom made on my request, it is one of a kind," she brought the wand up for the woman to take a gander at. "Poudretteite is not typical of a wand topper in Loukios, but works just the same nonetheless. It will not affect my performance; I assure you."
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Post by schribbit on Jul 30, 2016 10:06:03 GMT -6
"It was given to me by Father Argyris, among a selection of other variations. While not necessarily custom made on my request, it is one of a kind," she brought the wand up for the woman to take a gander at. "Poudretteite is not typical of a wand topper in Loukios, but works just the same nonetheless. It will not affect my performance; I assure you." "Ooooh, mhmm, mhmm!" Nyle was very pleased with the response of the wand's origins. It was even a one of a kind, the best kind of thing. "Amazing! You must take good care of it, it looks to be in pristine condition despite the circumstances!" she said, her voice raising as her excitement kept running its course "I'm sure it'll see even more action in the coming days! It'll be rugged and history-stricken in no time, you'll be able to see stories just by a glance! Good luck with it!" She reached out and patted Delphi's arm playfully, though unintentionally rough. |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Jul 30, 2016 10:20:19 GMT -6
Poppy watched as Delphi and Nyle seemed to hit it off rather quickly, the bard smiling and taking a step back. It wasn't her place to talk anymore, they were enjoying themselves. Instead of engaging in further conversation, the girl sat down on the floor and began strumming her lute quietly to herself, humming a somber tune and closing her eyes as she swayed to the music.
The bard's mind wandered to her past experiences with groups of people like this, the current team of warriors already showing similarities to the countless others she'd traveled with. She glanced over as Delphi healed Nyle's wounds, a somber smile spreading across her face. At least I won't have to do all the healing this time around. Gods know how that always turns out... She chuckled to herself as she closed her eyes once more and continued to play.
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Post by cassiroll on Jul 30, 2016 23:04:02 GMT -6
Leander continued to draw in the dirt, scribbling strange symbols instead of images. He used his nails to create intricate details despite how large his hands were, creating a wide array of textures within. He heard Poppy start to play on her lute again and hummed along, although a bit haphazardly as he continued to sniff and wipe at his eyes every now and again. He muttered a song even lower than his normal whispering, the foreign words sounding just as jumbled as his drawing appeared to be.
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Jul 30, 2016 23:22:28 GMT -6
Post by zenguardian on Jul 30, 2016 23:22:28 GMT -6
Nursery Rhyme silently listened in on the other's conversation, but otherwise said nothing to indicate his disposition on the matter. With the way things are now, he thought, it would only make sense to proceed through life with impeccable caution. After all, Nursery Rhyme, holder of many tales, had much knowledge regarding the untimely demise of many warriors of old. Though a positive outlook on life was always a nice thing to see. Positivity creates hope, and hope can keep the fragile mind of sentient beings - especially humans - from going places they should not. Leander continued to draw in the dirt, scribbling strange symbols instead of images. He used his nails to create intricate details despite how large his hands were, creating a wide array of textures within. The giant, who sat off at a short distance from the group, absentminded began carving odd symbols that Nursery Rhyme had never seen before into the soil beneath them. He approached Leander to get a closer look at the scribbles. "Hello, Leander. Mind if I ask what those symbols you're drawing mean?" |
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Post by cassiroll on Jul 30, 2016 23:50:24 GMT -6
The giant, who sat off at a short distance from the group, absentminded began carving odd symbols that Nursery Rhyme had never seen before into the soil beneath them. He approached Leander to get a closer look at the scribbles. "Hello, Leander. Mind if I ask what those symbols you're drawing mean?" Leander looked over at the small being that had come towards him, and he smiled at them warmly. He'd always been fond of children, and didn't know any better that the other was no child. "They are the family crests of my village. Would you like to see them closer up?" Without asking for permission, he lifted up Nursery Rhyme under his small arms and carefully set him in his lap, gently petting the top of his head with on finger. "This one is my mother's family, the Hydra. They were the soothers who helped with medicine and healing. The other is my father's and the one I claimed as well, the Minotaur. We were the protectors who fought and brought home food for those who were too weak to get it themselves." He continued to add some finishing touches to the last one. "And this is the Chimera. The leaders of the village." When he finished explaining his shoulders shook slightly, his voice echoing the pain of loss. "They were not always nice but they were my family and I miss them very much..." |
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Post by norimo on Jul 31, 2016 0:32:14 GMT -6
Rugged? Delphi's eyes fixated themselves upon the instrument, feeling a little down at the thought of it becoming encompassed in grime and dirt. Hopefully, it wouldn't suffer any chips in the ivory or gemstone; it would be distressing to call for a new one. However, Delphi was quite literally smacked out of her pondering with a light thud as the woman thwacked her on the arm. The sudden movement had Delphi jump in place from the disturbance, only to swiftly rearrange her posture as if the previous hadn't happened. "Please," her tone urged, "execute your actions with caution. The Convent of Loukios requires me to be in ideal shape while performing my duty. I cannot afford to spend excess mana on casual abrasions if avoidable."
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Jul 31, 2016 0:44:02 GMT -6
Post by schribbit on Jul 31, 2016 0:44:02 GMT -6
"Please," her tone urged, "execute your actions with caution. The Convent of Loukios requires me to be in ideal shape while performing my duty. I cannot afford to spend excess mana on casual abrasions if avoidable." "Toughen up, buttercup! If ya can't deal with a lil bruise you're not gonna get very far I'm afraid." She laughed rather obnoxiously loud, still in a good mood from the previous conversation. "No need to worry about every little thing. Who's to say you're going to have enough magic energy to last when the worst comes? Will you be taken down by a sprained ankle?" She was merely jesting at this point, and meant no offense by her words. If she'd thought about their consequences a bit more she may not have said them, but her mind was buzzing with thoughts about objects and stories and other interesting things. |
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Post by zenguardian on Jul 31, 2016 0:50:51 GMT -6
"They are the family crests of my village. Would you like to see them closer up?" Without asking for permission, he lifted up Nursery Rhyme under his small arms and carefully set him in his lap, gently petting the top of his head with on finger. Before Nursery Rhyme had gotten a chance to respond to Leander's question, the giant had taken it upon himself to life him up of his own accord. "A-ah! Just w-wait..." The giant had placed Nursery Rhyme gently in his lap, and, although it was a strange occurrence, Nursery Rhyme had to admit that he didn't mind the gesture when Leander started gently patting his head with his finger. "This one is my mother's family, the Hydra. They were the soothers who helped with medicine and healing. The other is my father's and the one I claimed as well, the Minotaur. We were the protectors who fought and brought home food for those who were too weak to get it themselves." He continued to add some finishing touches to the last one. "And this is the Chimera. The leaders of the village." Nursery Rhyme was enthralled by Leander's tale. He could hardly contain his oos and ahhs, the sparkle in his eye getting brighter and he soaked up the knowledge. There were giant Fables, yes, but none of them were actual giants. As far as he was aware, the true Giant race was a mystery. He never had the chance to travel to the mountains to collect any nursery rhymes from them, as he was always busy with something else. "I see, I see!" he said. When the giant finished talking, Nursery Rhyme was able to pick up on the sadness that crept its way into the giant's heart. Nursery Rhyme twisted in the giant's lap until he was facing the larger man. "Would you like to he a story?" Just like the giant did him, Nursery Rhyme hadn't bothered waiting before calling for his book. With a flick of his wrist, the book opened and turned to the short poems he able to tell to Leander. The book turned to face the giant, the pages forming pictures as Nursery Rhyme told the story. "The incessant wine of a rooster in the morn is nothing compared to my auntie. Or my sister and brother, and father and mother from the hours they wake, till they sleep. But the thing about family that's so weird and uncanny is that the stain of familial ties can't be erased, so no matter how much we fight, or loathe each other with all our might I just know that I'll always have a Place."
The picture play of a human family ended, the images forming back into simple words on the page. "That story is a traditional poem from a very small village in northern Kasa. It means... well, the interpretation is entirely subjective, so it might not apply to you... But! No matter how much you and your family fight, or how savagely the thorns destroy civilization, just know that you'll always have a place with them. Even if..." Nursery Rhyme trailed off. Even if they've moved on. He didn't know the status of Leander's tribe, and he didn't want to ask.
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Jul 31, 2016 1:04:56 GMT -6
Post by norimo on Jul 31, 2016 1:04:56 GMT -6
"Please," her tone urged, "execute your actions with caution. The Convent of Loukios requires me to be in ideal shape while performing my duty. I cannot afford to spend excess mana on casual abrasions if avoidable." "Toughen up, buttercup! If ya can't deal with a lil bruise you're not gonna get very far I'm afraid." She laughed rather obnoxiously loud, still in a good mood from the previous conversation. "No need to worry about every little thing. Who's to say you're going to have enough magic energy to last when the worst comes? Will you be taken down by a sprained ankle?" She was merely jesting at this point, and meant no offense by her words. If she'd thought about their consequences a bit more she may not have said them, but her mind was buzzing with thoughts about objects and stories and other interesting things. Even though the woman's words were meant to be taken as hearty jests, Delphi clicked her jaw in heated annoyance. "The Convent of Loukios carries its own policies that outsiders are foreign to. If the time comes and my mana is depleted; it is my duty to offer my own health for the sake of a combatant's well being," while trying to remain neutral, it was obvious her voice was suffering from fluctuations as she hissed, "Bruises are a concern; I'm afraid." She bit her lip as she struggled to keep her body from quivering, recalling her own resented oath as she spoke. Her lips settled, as she drew a deep breath to calm herself. Already had she begun to accept the inevitable as she strolled down the path earlier; there was no need to work herself up again. Her attention was caught by the light tune of a melody, from which the bard strummed on her faithful lute. Her eyelids had drooped, with a slight curl from the corners of her lips as her fingers crawled up the strings instinctively. The woman's features carried a certain tranquility to them as she performed; her face conveying a fragile serenity around her. A few moments passed as Delphi broke from her stupor, realizing she had been staring at the woman rather unprofessionally. Yet it made her thoughts whirl with curiosity- just what expression did she wear while composing her spells? What was the face of her magic? "I am going to study Poppy's technique," she spoke aloud to Nyle. "As a practitioner of the like, it is of significant matter I do so. Follow if you will it," she spoke, paying no eye to Nyle as she sauntered over to the bard and planted herself directly in front of her on the ground. Delphi gazed at the woman intently and silently, with no hints of provoking conversation until a minute passed. "How do you craft your spell work with music? Is it a practice related to spell-singing?" |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Jul 31, 2016 1:37:13 GMT -6
Her attention was caught by the light tune of a melody, from which the bard strummed on her faithful lute. Her eyelids had drooped, with a slight curl from the corners of her lips as her fingers crawled up the strings instinctively. The woman's features carried a certain tranquility to them as she performed; her face conveying a fragile serenity around her. A few moments passed as Delphi broke from her stupor, realizing she had been staring at the woman rather unprofessionally. Yet it made her thoughts whirl with curiosity- just what expression did she wear while composing her spells? What was the face of her magic? "I am going to study Poppy's technique," she spoke aloud to Nyle. "As a practitioner of the like, it is of significant matter I do so. Follow if you will it," she spoke, paying no eye to Nyle as she sauntered over to the bard and planted herself directly in front of her on the ground. Delphi gazed at the woman intently and silently, with no hints of provoking conversation until a minute passed. "How do you craft your spell work with music? Is it a practice related to spell-singing?"  "Ooooooooh, children cloaked in their own red~! Surely this can't be what the gods had intended, OOOOOOooooooooooooh~ cities flooded with scent of our dead~! Had we lost what we hopelessly defended, Ooooooooooooooooooh~!" Poppy seemed to be lost in some sort of trance brought about by her own melancholic song, the girl not noticing someone had been standing in front of them. Her eyes fluttered open as though she'd been recently sleeping, her cheeks flushing red as an embarrassed smile spread across her face. "O-oh!! Sorry, didn't see ya there!! What was that?" She asked, quickly recounting what Delphi had said before speaking up once more. "Oh, my songs? Well, uh... i guess its like any old incantation? Same as any spell! I chant a couple words and poof, magic! The lute just kinda works as a catalyst for that." She gleamed, quickly playing a jovial showtune to hopefully rid Delphi's mind of the depressing melody she'd been singing a moment prior. "Although, I've tried using other means of casting like wands, staffs and glaives, but none of them really do the trick for me. Guess the Gods want me to strum til my fingers are bloody~!" She let out a hardy laugh, despite her words not being inherently funny nor a joke whatsoever. "The spells have certain words to them, but I was a dull kid I guess... so I'd work the spells into lyrics to better remember them, if that makes sense? It takes longer, but its sure helped me in the long run!" She chimed. "Why do you ask?" |
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