Done.
Figured Alera was talking to Salty, so I decided to deal with...Ghast.
Figured Alera was talking to Salty, so I decided to deal with...Ghast.
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Minerva Fairchild -- The Lion's Fang
While the world around her seemed so willing to remain tranquil, the sudden commotion from the Mess Hall sharply drew Minerva's attention. A long sigh passed between her lips in bitter resignation. There was always melodrama in the mornings it seemed, usually from an external force. By the lack of familiarity she found within the voice that had been so boisterous, the Lioness assumed it was precisely that. Letting one last breath escape between her nostrils so that she could find her temperance, Minerva strode smartly from the secluded garden and towards the Mess Hall.
While their newfound company had been mostly annoying if anything at all, she still easily held to her military bearing as the precise sound of her plate armored heels marked her entrance into the mess hall from one opposite end. A swift study of the attentions of others easily enabled her to discern the location of the disturbance as her one-eyed gaze fell upon the boy and his...accompaniment. Silence had lingered since his intrusion and interruption, and settling one hand upon the hilt of Durendal, the Lion's Fang, an infamous Knight among the ranks of her peers would be the first to approach them.
Her cadence was swift, but ever precise as she approached with a demure of confidence, perhaps even arrogance that could be best described as unrivaled. Yet it was never put to words as stood just a few feet distant, her singular eye studying the ranks of his company carefully as a light frown began to tug just lightly at one corner of her lips. Not a single one of them would be a challenge to her, she could sense it, she could feel it, and her hand fell off the hilt of her sword as a result. She didn't even doubt that she could easily defeat them unarmed.
"You shall make no demands here," Minerva began in a flat, but passive tone. "The Captain answers to no one, especially impudent children who believe they are privileged to her presence." Despite her negative response to his demand, Minerva swept herself into a low, formal, and effortlessly graceful bow. Marking her as one of the Nobles' court as well, she obliged the boy by giving her information to him. "My name is Lady Minerva Fairchild," she stated ever smoothly, "here, I am called the Lion's Fang." Rising once more from her bow, her arms tightly folded beneath her chest in a guarded fashion as her glare towards the boy seemed filled with burning, righteous conviction.
Before him stood the Knight that had defeated one of the most horrific Magi of their age, her own father no less, in brutal fashion. "Tell me why you are here," She began again, her brows furrowing with a display of slight, but subtle anger. "And it ought to be a good reason. Less I will remove you from our sacred grounds. With...or without your limbs intact."
@ghastlyInc
@Saltwater Thief
While the world around her seemed so willing to remain tranquil, the sudden commotion from the Mess Hall sharply drew Minerva's attention. A long sigh passed between her lips in bitter resignation. There was always melodrama in the mornings it seemed, usually from an external force. By the lack of familiarity she found within the voice that had been so boisterous, the Lioness assumed it was precisely that. Letting one last breath escape between her nostrils so that she could find her temperance, Minerva strode smartly from the secluded garden and towards the Mess Hall.
While their newfound company had been mostly annoying if anything at all, she still easily held to her military bearing as the precise sound of her plate armored heels marked her entrance into the mess hall from one opposite end. A swift study of the attentions of others easily enabled her to discern the location of the disturbance as her one-eyed gaze fell upon the boy and his...accompaniment. Silence had lingered since his intrusion and interruption, and settling one hand upon the hilt of Durendal, the Lion's Fang, an infamous Knight among the ranks of her peers would be the first to approach them.
Her cadence was swift, but ever precise as she approached with a demure of confidence, perhaps even arrogance that could be best described as unrivaled. Yet it was never put to words as stood just a few feet distant, her singular eye studying the ranks of his company carefully as a light frown began to tug just lightly at one corner of her lips. Not a single one of them would be a challenge to her, she could sense it, she could feel it, and her hand fell off the hilt of her sword as a result. She didn't even doubt that she could easily defeat them unarmed.
"You shall make no demands here," Minerva began in a flat, but passive tone. "The Captain answers to no one, especially impudent children who believe they are privileged to her presence." Despite her negative response to his demand, Minerva swept herself into a low, formal, and effortlessly graceful bow. Marking her as one of the Nobles' court as well, she obliged the boy by giving her information to him. "My name is Lady Minerva Fairchild," she stated ever smoothly, "here, I am called the Lion's Fang." Rising once more from her bow, her arms tightly folded beneath her chest in a guarded fashion as her glare towards the boy seemed filled with burning, righteous conviction.
Before him stood the Knight that had defeated one of the most horrific Magi of their age, her own father no less, in brutal fashion. "Tell me why you are here," She began again, her brows furrowing with a display of slight, but subtle anger. "And it ought to be a good reason. Less I will remove you from our sacred grounds. With...or without your limbs intact."
@ghastlyInc
@Saltwater Thief
Sorry, got family issues last night. Will have a post up today! I promise.
Right, @VitaVitaAR! I think the CS is ready for perusal.
Her wings remind me of a polish Hussar. XP
Also, @Saltwater Thief, @ghastlyInc I should have a continuance post up today sometime.
Fixed the XS and the lost I think. Kinda hard to edit with a phone. ^^;
Aaah I missed that.
Can you edit that out? The only Captain is Fanilly.
Kk. Getting to work on editing the post first.
CS will come later.
Woot! I'll probably hold off on my post till you and saltwater are done then. will probably be up by tonight?
Done and done!
Minerva Fairchild -- The Lion's Fang
The day began early for her, it always had.
Silken lavender sheets stretched and snaked across a plush mattress as her fingertips tugged wearily at them, curling about her nightgown laden form. Thin rays of sunlight snuck through cracks in her curtains, directly beaming onto her gaze, and they finally caused a pair of crystalline azure eyes to open. The day had begun, and so must she. Rising out of bed and wrapping the silk tightly around her form in the vain attempt to keep warm, Minerva seemed to drift across the ornately carpeted floor of her quarters, through the still dust that lingered in the air she strode, disturbing their stained glass beauty with her shadows.
A door swung open to a simple, plain shower, and the poorly oiled squeak of faucet handles declared the spray of a hot shower, and a humid, thick mist filled the room. Nearly fifteen minutes later she emerged through the dissipating cloud enraveled by a white towel, which was tossed onto a drying rack delicately before she strode across thebroom to find her dresser. Her usual regaila was chosen then, one that she was so infamous for as a long white coat stretched over her shoulders. A thick wide belt settled across her waist after crimson pants had drawn up the curves of her legs. Upon them, resting in their sheaths were a duet of longswords, which formed a neatly shaped 'X' just above the small of her back.
Once her eyepatch settled in place, her boots were put on and the gauntlets shortly therafter. Her hands ran through the luxurious lengths of her chestnut hair, and at long last she was ready for the day ahead. Wondering if there was a dispatch for her to go on finally, the Fang headed for the commons. The place where those with her occupation tended to congregate. She kept walking then, passing the commons without hesitation as she saw no postings up quite yet. While such did cause a sigh of disappointment, she knew all too well that it was still early in the day, the rest of the world was still waking up.
So early in fact that breakfast hadn't been served quite yet. Which meant only one thing: it was time for her to practice.
Out the front door and alomg the grounds she strolled through the gardens until she found her prefeered place. It was quiet, the air was sweet with the scent of flowers, and reaching to her side, Minerva smoothly drew out Durendal. The blade seemed to sing as it was drawn out, resonating with a hum that bespoke of the Durendal's craftsmanship and beauty alike as it shone brilliantly in the sunlight akin to a star. Diamond shaped rubies inlaid with the runes the famously priceless Fairchild Weapons were known for glistened as if ablaze, and Minerva slowly rose the hilt so that one open hand stretched in front of her.
The hilt itself would rise and rest against her cheek as her stance widened, and the Knight shortly thrust the blade forward. It was a sharp, precise movement. Putting on display the extraordinary prowess she possessed as the nearby flowers whisked away from the blade as if the movement was so powerful, it had created wind behind it. A series of cuts and slices, mock parries and ripostes , each movement being just as graceful yet as powerful and controlled as the first. In the end however, the blade was sheathed and once it clicked neatly into where it belonged, she remained standing silently.
Statuesque even, as the breeze seemed to pass through her. Waiting for a few more peaceful moments to pass before heading back in and to the chaos of a mess hall.
The day began early for her, it always had.
Silken lavender sheets stretched and snaked across a plush mattress as her fingertips tugged wearily at them, curling about her nightgown laden form. Thin rays of sunlight snuck through cracks in her curtains, directly beaming onto her gaze, and they finally caused a pair of crystalline azure eyes to open. The day had begun, and so must she. Rising out of bed and wrapping the silk tightly around her form in the vain attempt to keep warm, Minerva seemed to drift across the ornately carpeted floor of her quarters, through the still dust that lingered in the air she strode, disturbing their stained glass beauty with her shadows.
A door swung open to a simple, plain shower, and the poorly oiled squeak of faucet handles declared the spray of a hot shower, and a humid, thick mist filled the room. Nearly fifteen minutes later she emerged through the dissipating cloud enraveled by a white towel, which was tossed onto a drying rack delicately before she strode across thebroom to find her dresser. Her usual regaila was chosen then, one that she was so infamous for as a long white coat stretched over her shoulders. A thick wide belt settled across her waist after crimson pants had drawn up the curves of her legs. Upon them, resting in their sheaths were a duet of longswords, which formed a neatly shaped 'X' just above the small of her back.
Once her eyepatch settled in place, her boots were put on and the gauntlets shortly therafter. Her hands ran through the luxurious lengths of her chestnut hair, and at long last she was ready for the day ahead. Wondering if there was a dispatch for her to go on finally, the Fang headed for the commons. The place where those with her occupation tended to congregate. She kept walking then, passing the commons without hesitation as she saw no postings up quite yet. While such did cause a sigh of disappointment, she knew all too well that it was still early in the day, the rest of the world was still waking up.
So early in fact that breakfast hadn't been served quite yet. Which meant only one thing: it was time for her to practice.
Out the front door and alomg the grounds she strolled through the gardens until she found her prefeered place. It was quiet, the air was sweet with the scent of flowers, and reaching to her side, Minerva smoothly drew out Durendal. The blade seemed to sing as it was drawn out, resonating with a hum that bespoke of the Durendal's craftsmanship and beauty alike as it shone brilliantly in the sunlight akin to a star. Diamond shaped rubies inlaid with the runes the famously priceless Fairchild Weapons were known for glistened as if ablaze, and Minerva slowly rose the hilt so that one open hand stretched in front of her.
The hilt itself would rise and rest against her cheek as her stance widened, and the Knight shortly thrust the blade forward. It was a sharp, precise movement. Putting on display the extraordinary prowess she possessed as the nearby flowers whisked away from the blade as if the movement was so powerful, it had created wind behind it. A series of cuts and slices, mock parries and ripostes , each movement being just as graceful yet as powerful and controlled as the first. In the end however, the blade was sheathed and once it clicked neatly into where it belonged, she remained standing silently.
Statuesque even, as the breeze seemed to pass through her. Waiting for a few more peaceful moments to pass before heading back in and to the chaos of a mess hall.
Working on a post!!
I'll get a post later today. @Feisty-Pants there's a few of us with newer characters that are going to be hanging out in the Order HQ back in the capitol since the current arc is nearing its end and would be hard to jump into.
Markus will be coming back from something, taking a bath, then heading for the mess hall if anybody would like to start an interaction with him.
Prepare to talk with a Captain then. ^_^
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