Time: 2pm
Location: Guarav Village
Interactions The Fuckwit Brigade and Corporal Yiffenheimer
@Potter@FunnyGuy@samreaper@AlivefallingIn four months of being trained and drove into the proverbial dirt by wolves, Darius' hardass brother, and the entire world turned Isolde into what passed in her books as a badass. Physically being worked to the bone by military-level training was a slog unlike anything else, learning about Avalia was draining, and being pestered by the occasional furry that snuck past the no-crossing line was awkward, but, god damn, did Isolde feel nothing short of
alive as a result. She gained a few pounds over the months, but they were pounds of muscle from the exercise, and more importantly, she gained a very useful knowledge of lightning magic that she got rather intimately acquainted with. Between the humidity and the overall mugginess of being in a forest, Guarav was actually a nice place in her opinion. She didn't seem to mind when she was developing the attitude she was. Of course, being shoehorned into the training was annoying at first. Isolde could appreciate someone trying to train people, but she wasn't a soldier like Dante, let alone his lackey. Still, she stuck with it because it lit a fire inside of her, ironically enough, that made her
want to push herself. The others were nice company. Mostly Darius and Aidan. Darius had a similar mindset to her, they both just let things come as they went, and Aidan? God damn. She just
got it. Dante meant well, but he was nothing short of the hardest hardass she ever met, and Aidan knew it too. The two female members of the Goon Squad had little trouble connecting and kicking back when they weren't being slowly killed by the training. Their individual mindsets towards freedom and authority made them natural friends in this environment. Menzai was odd one out for her. He was always distant and objective enough that he didn't seem to ever fit in despite his thinly veiled curiosity regarding humans. Isolde never had any difficulty getting worldly information out of him, though. He was a big help in finding their ways in the world, and for that, she respected him.
The best part of it all, though? The lightning. The
power in it.
Isolde needed only to twitch her fingers, only to reach into the open air and sparks would erupt in a brilliant fulmination of magical energy. Teal blue tines of forking plasma that were an extension of her own willpower moved through the air, snaking out to lash out in a grasp for conductivity. And she would reel it back in as easily as she had brought it forth. It was exhilarating, and only compounded the satisfaction that Isolde gained from the last four months of training. In this time, she spent a great deal of money on things ranging from more Avalian-like
clothing and the usual self-care products to a horse and arms. A brown and white horse named Miri, who she bonded with rather swiftly. Her weapons were a simple dagger used in times of emergency, and more overtly, a spear composed of solid, magically treated cobalt. The head of the spear ended in a blue-tinted, convex blade no longer than Isolde's hand. It had weight to it, but it was hers, and by now it felt natural to wield. This spear was her main weapon, which she had been teaching herself to use in tandem with her magic, since cobalt was one of the most conductive metals that could be used to forge a weapon with. Silver was objectively the most conductive metal known to man, but Isolde's knowledge of Avalian metal was limited.
The day was approaching fast when they would be finished with their training, and it looked like the others were already gathering. Menzai, Aidan, and Darius. They were all three just as badass as she had become in their own rights. All three of them had ways their magics could be paired for more nuanced affects. Seeing everything come together this way was something they all deserved to be proud of. Earth never gave her this kind of life. Isolde felt more like herself now than she ever did before the rift opened under her feet, and she loved it. Having moved through Guarav to the meeting spot on Miri's back, Isolde looked just as different as she had become. Her earth-bound clothes long gone, she was dressed like the wizard she was. With her spear across her lap, the atmosphere she gave off said, "I am ready."
"Your brother too busy dreaming about giving us work to get her on time?" That was very obviously a joke, one they all could relate too. Isolde slid off the horse's back with her spear. Isolde's grip flexed around the weapon as sparks danced into the air, scattering with faint traces of turquoise light. This had become second nature to her, it was in her blood and flowed through her like breath and life itself.
Isolde
radiated confidence now, with an unflinching, upturned expression that the group hadn't seen until recently.
"What's going on today?"