Yeah, it was fairly obvious to Polina that they had a deficit in intelligence for this mission. Whether or not that was a personal failing of her own, the maids, or something engineered by Havershel or another party, that was moot. This situation demanded a solution, now, but she didn’t have very many good options.
With the tools she had, it was impossible for her to stop the lord. She supposed she had to eat some crow, there. Polina had been badmouthing the man verbally and in her thoughts for the better part of the day, after all.
On the other hand, the maid was a demon, even if still a somewhat cute one. She felt more inclined to trust the cute axolotl demon maid on account of her dress, but she knew better. Not every demon was going to be like Eliz, as acerbic as she was. Polina grumbled, but decided it was better to communicate here. Information, she needed information.
“If you have the time to badmouth the Maison, you have time to explain. Now.”
Unfortunately for Cecilia, not hearing anything didn’t mean that there wasn’t anything there. As she quickly found out, together with Aria and Da’Niyah, they were not actually alone in this forest. The silver-haired woman was only starting to get her bearings on her environment, and get a grip on what she was wearing when the weird beast rat creatures showed up!
Ironically, it was the clearly fantastical, strange beasts that showed up that made things fully click for Cecilia.
This was clearly some two-bit, incompetent light novelist’s ill-conceived isekai world. Likely an exceptionally stupid one, given how obnoxious that fake-god was. After all, there were some books published to real print that were really stretching the boundaries of being fit to print. Really, anything that got horny teenagers to buy a copy was pretty much good to go these days, even if it was stupid. As stupid as putting… her… in a… skimpy… bikini. Goddammit.
There was a theory that any story or world ever written or conceived of existed in the multiverse, somewhere. Cecilia was quite sure she had just confirmed it.
Well, if she was now in a shitty isekai novel’s world, then it was likely she had a power of some sort. Given the way she had read that message from earlier, it was certainly associated with the bloody bikini, and a bit of introspection confirmed it…
…How the hell did this thing provide so much protection?
She wasn’t going to question it. Certainly not, when the rat things were suddenly charging her and the other girls with weapons!
But Cecilia was pretty sure she could tank it. It was just a bit of wood, after all, and she had a forcefield thing. She decided she wasn’t going to go by feel, though, and quickly drew the longsword that had also been at her side. She dearly hoped that the stupid costume gave her the intuition on how to use it, but she raised it nonetheless to fight the equally silly rat thing.
The Farisian maid had been expecting a few things, but certainly not for Havershel to eviscerate the chandelier together with her plate shield. Polina drew back slightly, if only in surprise, before narrowing her eyes. This man was hardly as harmless as he had presented himself. No, he rather dangerous, and it took only a split second for Polina to realize that her skillset matched very poorly with how this man apparently fought, especially when she hadn’t prepped the area, nor had her full combat kitout. She didn’t want to test how well his blades held against whatever foul magic he was relying upon, and there was little else in the room harder than her steel.
Nonetheless, she couldn’t let him escape, or allow him to harm the other maid—especially when they dearly needed more information. Although she knew it was likely futile, she didn’t need to be reminded by Lucrecia before she threw everything she could at the man. Everything, being whatever else in the bedroom could be moved and thrown at the man, in addition to some of her blades she had stored upon her body. If anything, it would distract and slow him down.
Let’s see how he likes getting a mattress in the face.
Cecilia was genre-savvy enough to recognize the obvious tell-tale signs of being Narnia’d, or more commonly, isekai’d. Being genre-savvy enough to know the obvious signs doesn’t mean one is in a position to immediately recognize the fact, however. Finding one’s self in strange and bizarre environments where things had previously been exceptionally normal can seriously mess with you.
Human psychology or something.
Well, it was obvious that Cecilia didn’t do well with outside context problems, and it took Cecilia some time of staring blank-eyed at a beat-up tree before the gears started turning in her otherwise generally smart brain of hers.
Until she got a text-to-speech voice message beamed straight to her brain, that was.
That, that was bullshit.
“That sounds more like the devil than God,” she muttered, resolving to classify the ‘sender’ as a Being or Entity rather than the Christian god that she was far more familiar with. A real god wouldn’t put her in a skimpy bikini, tell her it was clothing, and then force her to wear it in some messed up sort of skill-based hostage system.
Yes, she could feel that the bloody bikini was giving her a boost of some sort. She didn’t like it.
Cecilia glanced over to the wolf red riding hood lady and frowned. She was talking and yelling a little too much for her taste.
“If you don’t like that outfit, we can swap,” she offered. Unlike what Cecilia was wearing, what the girl was wearing was cute. It was cosplay that she wouldn’t mind wearing, unlike what she had on now…
She crossed her hands, under her all-too breezy chest. “I don’t hear anything either.”
Polina frowned at the way her sword and knives buried themselves into the demonic creatures. Unlike the previous demons she had encountered, these seemed to act more like a liquid. It didn’t take much for her to guess that using high explosives would probably be more effective… then again, few things were immune to cordite applied correctly.
Although she continued to go after Havershel, the Farisian maid wasn’t so callous as to completely ignore the security of the man’s mostly innocent guests. She was capable of multi-tasking enough to attack some of the creatures from behind as they pursued, to better allow them to escape from the demonic horde and give them a fighting chance. Dodging a lava ball and parrying an attack with her sword as she spun around the blow, she finally made it into the hallway along with Lucrecia.
Bursting into the room at the end, she was greeted with a grisly scene.
What had happened to the Lady Havershel?
She felt conflicted. What would have happened if she had met with the lady? Could they have helped? Unfortunately, what’s done was done. They needed to get the bigger picture, and Polina began to move in to assist her fellow maid when Lucrecia brought the entire chandelier down towards them. Her eyes widened at the uncommunicated and reckless move. Thinking quickly, she grabbed a set of metal trays nearby with her powers and immediately inserted them above the surviving maid. If Lucrecia’s little gambit failed, then the maid would still be protected, though no doubt the silverware would be rather banged out of shape afterwards.
Cecilia was no stranger to waking up on a pleasant bed of grass surrounded by trees. Not to say that she was familiar with being isekai’d to random fields on fantasy words –no matter the similarity to her surname—but it was not the first time she’d fallen asleep on the Balliol quad with a book in hand, and the silver-haired master’s student had little reason to find waking up against some dewy grass and an open sky being overly unusual.
What was unusual, though, was the fact that others on the lawn were making such a racket. Even at Oxford, there were troublemakers and rabblerousers, but frenzied screeching was a little beyond the pale. As she fully blinked open her eyes, she found that her body was feeling a little breezier than normal. Her limbs were somewhat heavier too… What?
That prompted her to look down, and that prompted her own screeching. “What in the nine hells is this!?”
What she’d found, after all, was not the sweater and skirt she had been wearing, but a very skimpy white bikini. There was honest to goodness plate armor adorning her arms and legs, but that wasn’t the big deal right now—someone had stripped her and put her in this… revealing… thing! And in public! Trying to cover herself up, she searched around for her towel to wrap around herself—and that was when she saw the other girls.
The other girls that had also been making a noise about their situation. The other girls in strange, costumes and cosplay… And shooting strange magic at random trees that were certainly not in the university city that she was intimately experienced with.
...I'm totally pushing it with this costume, aren't I.
Name: Cecilia Feilding
Age: 22
Height: 155 cm
Eye Color: Purple
Hair Color: Silver
Nationality: Great Britain
Occupation: Master’s student; museum research assistant
Gender: Female
Personality: Imagine a posh brat. Then imagine her without the brat part. In other words, she's a person with money that's okay. Most of the time, at least.
That’s Cecilia, a calm, collected individual under normal circumstances. She has a refined demeanor, with a matching taste in clothing, cuisine, and artistry—but appreciates the simpler things too, sometimes. She has a quiet confidence, but is usually chill and goes with the flow. She’ll totally give you a scathing verbal smackdown (although kept classy, to a certain extent) if she thinks you’re being a fuckhead. Cecilia is a studious, well-educated, but still active woman that enjoys history and the pursuit of the arts.
Of course, these are not normal circumstances. While she doesn’t instantly judge, she still thinks clothes maketh the (wo)man, and the barest possible skin coverage in a costume is utterly… unacceptable. Cecilia actually doesn’t mind cosplaying in cute outfits, but she thinks of this particular costume as ridiculous, scandalous, and highly embarrassing. She wants to wring the neck of whatever being dumped her in this world with the barest of shreds of clothing.
Background:
Cecilia is an actual, legitimate, true-blood upper class girl from a British noble family. She has a posh life, with impressive digs in London, and an equally fancy ancestral estate in the countryside. Although she comes from a background with a significant legacy and certain connections, most of her achievements are her own.
As a lover of the great British pastime of stealing foreign cultural artifacts, Cecilia wants to follow in the footsteps of her great ancestors and become a museum curator. She was studying for a master’s in history before being rather rudely ripped away from the perfectly pleasant life she was having.
Costume Overview:
Type: Hybrid Warrior/Caster
Source: Phantasy Star
Imagery:Maximum defense bikini armor
It's a skimpy bikini, okay?
Powers/Abilities/Spells: - Auto-Cleaning: Your costume somehow washes itself daily, meaning you never need to worry about stains or bad smell! Neat. - Auto-Repair: Should your costume ever become torn or damaged, don't worry! It somehow restores and repairs itself daily, meaning maintenance is a non-issue! ... Unless you're in a still on-going fight. - Pajama Party: …It’s the same damn costume. - Stat Boost (minor): Depending on which type of costume you picked, you gain a small passive boost to the correlating primary attributes. Do not touch this section though, the GM will fill it in once your sheet is accepted and posted in the characters tab. - Regenerative Shielding: Have you ever thought about how an advanced version of bikini armor works? Well, this is it. When Cecilia wears this costume, she’s shielded by what’s functionally a force field spell. Normally, this passively conforms to her skin, but she can turn this into a more active bubble form that she can even extend to other party members although with reduced effectiveness. It is good against physical attacks and offensive spells, hot and cold, and if she’s aware of it, can filter dangerous gases too. A little bit of creativity can let her use the energy offensively. If it depletes too much from being hit too much or too hard, it will fail. That’s bad, naturally.
there needs to be more cuteness in the world
cute girls doing badass things
rp with me if you agree
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">there needs to be more cuteness in the world<br><br>cute girls doing badass things<br><br>rp with me if you agree</div>
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