No Bite and All Bark said
It seems like mount team and ground team right now.
Come to the ground team, we have a bucket.
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Come to the ground team, we have a bucket.
Fell said
And then there is Fell who was AFK for a day or two :( Sory for being away for so long!
Well, welcome back! Looking forward to rping with you!
*cough cough* Ground Team's where it's at. *cough cough*
So we are, how about that.
But with three on foot and three mounted... I wonder who'll find the daemon first?
But with three on foot and three mounted... I wonder who'll find the daemon first?
With each quiet footstep, Heidi felt her heart beat faster and harder. Even coming to the school had been something far out of her comfort zone, but here she was, tailing a complete stranger with two hulking and very powerful demons as he hunted yet another daemon. They were nearing a dense, verdant forest, and Heidi knew that if she were to venture in there, she might lose track of how to get back to the Academy-- to safety. To be perfectly honest the idea of hunting down and confronting a daemon terrified her, even if she wasn't the one fighting it. They were dangerous creatures she didn't understand. Why, even her joking pervert of a daemon Bannik was still a frightening enigma. But following this man was a chance at seeing a real daemon hunter doing his work, and that was a chance she wouldn't pass up.
However, she didn't want to imagine what those two hulking daemons of the young man she followed could and would do to her, should their master dislike being followed. So she swallowed her fear and kept moving, walking carefully on the balls of her feet to stay silent and alert. Unfortunately, all her attempts at stealth didn't seem to do her any good, as her silent and unwitting guide seemed to notice her anyway. He spoke first in English and then in Swedish... telling her to pick up the pace. Heidi nearly let out a sigh of relief at that, knowing that her following him wouldn't result in her being torn to ribbons by his daemons. She was about to comply when, suddenly, another hunter strolled into the clearing, his own intimidating daemon following close at his heels.
She immediately ducked behind a nearby tree and held her breath, doing her best not to make a sound and make herself as unnoticeable as possible. She heard the newcomer speaking in English with a bizarre accent. Taking no chances, Heidi quickly unfastened the belt that held the ax in its harness just above her hips and let the small but heavy weapon slide into her hands. She whipped it around her body deftly and expertly and held it close against her chest. She had no idea what daemon hunters would do to other daemon hunters in a hunt. Closing her eyes and inhaling deeply, she tightened her grip on her ax and mentally prepared herself for the worst.
"Heidi! Mitä on tekeillä? (What's going on?)" barked Bannik, suddenly popping out of his bucket. The wooden lid slammed back on the tree trunk with a loud clack and rang through the quiet forest, lingering and echoing loudly for a moment or two before the woods faded back into silence. Heidi clenched her jaw and inhaled sharply, knowing that any chance at going unnoticed had just been dashed to pieces. Not bothering to answer her pesky daemon's untimely question, she quietly slid her weapon back into its harness. As she did so, Bannik slipped out of his bucket and climbed onto his partner to sit on her shoulder. He turned and whispered harshly and none too quietly into her ear, "Oi! Heidi!"
Heidi said nothing and instead unfastened the bucket of water from her back and held it loosely in her hands. A bucket of spring water was much less threatening than an ax, but it could still protect her should these hunters prove less than friendly. And better yet, these hunters wouldn't know that. She took a deep breath and stepped out from behind the tree, facing the two hunters in the clearing. Incredibly nervous and beyond terrified despite her smiling face, she held up her free hand and waved slightly to the two young men. From her shoulder, she heard Bannik let out a small 'oh'.
In her rough, heavily accented English, she said warmly to the two hunters, "Ah... hallo, there."
However, she didn't want to imagine what those two hulking daemons of the young man she followed could and would do to her, should their master dislike being followed. So she swallowed her fear and kept moving, walking carefully on the balls of her feet to stay silent and alert. Unfortunately, all her attempts at stealth didn't seem to do her any good, as her silent and unwitting guide seemed to notice her anyway. He spoke first in English and then in Swedish... telling her to pick up the pace. Heidi nearly let out a sigh of relief at that, knowing that her following him wouldn't result in her being torn to ribbons by his daemons. She was about to comply when, suddenly, another hunter strolled into the clearing, his own intimidating daemon following close at his heels.
She immediately ducked behind a nearby tree and held her breath, doing her best not to make a sound and make herself as unnoticeable as possible. She heard the newcomer speaking in English with a bizarre accent. Taking no chances, Heidi quickly unfastened the belt that held the ax in its harness just above her hips and let the small but heavy weapon slide into her hands. She whipped it around her body deftly and expertly and held it close against her chest. She had no idea what daemon hunters would do to other daemon hunters in a hunt. Closing her eyes and inhaling deeply, she tightened her grip on her ax and mentally prepared herself for the worst.
"Heidi! Mitä on tekeillä? (What's going on?)" barked Bannik, suddenly popping out of his bucket. The wooden lid slammed back on the tree trunk with a loud clack and rang through the quiet forest, lingering and echoing loudly for a moment or two before the woods faded back into silence. Heidi clenched her jaw and inhaled sharply, knowing that any chance at going unnoticed had just been dashed to pieces. Not bothering to answer her pesky daemon's untimely question, she quietly slid her weapon back into its harness. As she did so, Bannik slipped out of his bucket and climbed onto his partner to sit on her shoulder. He turned and whispered harshly and none too quietly into her ear, "Oi! Heidi!"
Heidi said nothing and instead unfastened the bucket of water from her back and held it loosely in her hands. A bucket of spring water was much less threatening than an ax, but it could still protect her should these hunters prove less than friendly. And better yet, these hunters wouldn't know that. She took a deep breath and stepped out from behind the tree, facing the two hunters in the clearing. Incredibly nervous and beyond terrified despite her smiling face, she held up her free hand and waved slightly to the two young men. From her shoulder, she heard Bannik let out a small 'oh'.
In her rough, heavily accented English, she said warmly to the two hunters, "Ah... hallo, there."
Community and TNG? You guys are great.
This sounds interesting. It looks like no one's replied in a while, though, so are you still wanting to do this? If you are, I'd love to join.
Never in her life had Heidi ever seen such grandeur. The building itself was a masterpiece of architecture, and mirrored things she had only read about in fairy tales. Tall and grand, the palace-like academy had held a magnificent elegance as she had approached it, but now that she was finally at its doors, it felt terrifying and imposing. It felt like a towering monster looming over her, ready to devour her. But that moment had long since passed and she now stood within its walls, caught in a sea of first-years and their all-too-real monster companions. A lump grew in her throat and her eyes grew frantic in her terror as she rubbed elbows with powerful demons and hunters alike. She was just a simple carpenter's daughter, why was she here? She'd probably be torn apart in the blink of an eye by these monsters as well as their masters.
And she felt their eyes on her; countless lingering, judgmental stares falling on her homely features and her scarred, hairless head. However, most tended to stray to the lidded wooden bucket and the woodsman's axe strapped carefully to her back. An uncomfortable and incredibly anxious Heidi shifted on her feet, and from the bucket on her back came the sound of sloshing water and a sudden burst of hot steam. The lid popped off and fell back on its hinge with a loud clack, and from the water surfaced a tiny, bearded sprite.
"Heidi!" he hissed, smacking the back of his partner's head with a wooden bath ladle, "Lopeta tuo!" Stop that! Before the sprite could hit her again, his eyes fell on the gathering of first-years and their daemons, all more powerful than him by leaps and bounds. At the sight of the ugly old sprite, some of the other first-years suppressed their laughter. How embarrassing it must be to have such a weak demon, and only one of them at fifteen! Heidi felt her cheeks burn and she bit down on her lip, thankful that she couldn't understand the hushed giggling and the whispers all around her. Sensing his partner's shame, the sprite hit her over the head again and said in his raspy Finnish, "Typerä tyttö! Älä kuuntele heitä." A pause. "... Haluatko, että tapan ne sinulle?" Silly girl! Don't listen to them. ... Want me to kill them for you?
Heidi let out a small laugh at that and waved a hand back dismissively at her companion. "Kiitos, Bannik, mutta ei. Se olisi epäkohteliasta." Thank you, Bannik, but no. That would be rude. She looked back up to the woman speaking, sighing when she caught only about half of what she was saying. She knew some English, having learned it for the occasional American or English tourist that had gotten lost in the Finnish backcountry, but it was certainly not something she was skilled in. At all. And this girl's Australian accent didn't make things any easier for her, not by a long shot.
Suddenly, the alarm sounded, and both girl and sprite let out a cry of alarm. The girl on the landing spoke again, and from what Heidi could gather a daemon had invaded the academy premises, and the students were to prove their worth and hunt it down. As much as Heidi loved hunting, she had never counted an actual daemon as her quarry. She didn't know the first thing about daemons or hunting them, and with her only weapon being a rusty old woodcutter's axe, well... it looked like she'd have to sit this one out.
Until she heard someone nearby speaking in Swedish. That was a language she knew, what with so many of her mother's clients being Finnish Swedes. The words were clear, as was the message in them. She looked around for the source of the Swedish and found it in an older student with two large humanoid daemons at his side. And was that... a priest's white collar at his throat? A terribly confused Heidi watched as the young man effortlessly cut his way through the sea of first-years and left as suddenly and mysteriously as he had come. A moment or two of silence passed before all hell broke loose, with first-years scrambling towards the door, clamoring like starving animals to prove their worth as hunters.
Behind Heidi, Bannik spoke. "Seuraa häntä." Follow him.
Perhaps she wouldn't be sitting this one out after all. She shared Bannik's instinct that following the older student might lead her to the daemon, and she could finally see a hunt in action, even if she didn't participate herself. Looking around the room for an exit that wasn't the terribly crowded front door, Heidi laid her eyes on a distant window. She quietly walked over to it and unlatched it, sliding out of the entryway and down a few feet to the ground below. She caught herself and rolled to break her fall. In the distance to the north, as he had spoken, she saw the older student. She felt her hunter's instinct kick in. She followed him distantly, ducking from cover to cover, careful not to attract his attention.
And she felt their eyes on her; countless lingering, judgmental stares falling on her homely features and her scarred, hairless head. However, most tended to stray to the lidded wooden bucket and the woodsman's axe strapped carefully to her back. An uncomfortable and incredibly anxious Heidi shifted on her feet, and from the bucket on her back came the sound of sloshing water and a sudden burst of hot steam. The lid popped off and fell back on its hinge with a loud clack, and from the water surfaced a tiny, bearded sprite.
"Heidi!" he hissed, smacking the back of his partner's head with a wooden bath ladle, "Lopeta tuo!" Stop that! Before the sprite could hit her again, his eyes fell on the gathering of first-years and their daemons, all more powerful than him by leaps and bounds. At the sight of the ugly old sprite, some of the other first-years suppressed their laughter. How embarrassing it must be to have such a weak demon, and only one of them at fifteen! Heidi felt her cheeks burn and she bit down on her lip, thankful that she couldn't understand the hushed giggling and the whispers all around her. Sensing his partner's shame, the sprite hit her over the head again and said in his raspy Finnish, "Typerä tyttö! Älä kuuntele heitä." A pause. "... Haluatko, että tapan ne sinulle?" Silly girl! Don't listen to them. ... Want me to kill them for you?
Heidi let out a small laugh at that and waved a hand back dismissively at her companion. "Kiitos, Bannik, mutta ei. Se olisi epäkohteliasta." Thank you, Bannik, but no. That would be rude. She looked back up to the woman speaking, sighing when she caught only about half of what she was saying. She knew some English, having learned it for the occasional American or English tourist that had gotten lost in the Finnish backcountry, but it was certainly not something she was skilled in. At all. And this girl's Australian accent didn't make things any easier for her, not by a long shot.
Suddenly, the alarm sounded, and both girl and sprite let out a cry of alarm. The girl on the landing spoke again, and from what Heidi could gather a daemon had invaded the academy premises, and the students were to prove their worth and hunt it down. As much as Heidi loved hunting, she had never counted an actual daemon as her quarry. She didn't know the first thing about daemons or hunting them, and with her only weapon being a rusty old woodcutter's axe, well... it looked like she'd have to sit this one out.
Until she heard someone nearby speaking in Swedish. That was a language she knew, what with so many of her mother's clients being Finnish Swedes. The words were clear, as was the message in them. She looked around for the source of the Swedish and found it in an older student with two large humanoid daemons at his side. And was that... a priest's white collar at his throat? A terribly confused Heidi watched as the young man effortlessly cut his way through the sea of first-years and left as suddenly and mysteriously as he had come. A moment or two of silence passed before all hell broke loose, with first-years scrambling towards the door, clamoring like starving animals to prove their worth as hunters.
Behind Heidi, Bannik spoke. "Seuraa häntä." Follow him.
Perhaps she wouldn't be sitting this one out after all. She shared Bannik's instinct that following the older student might lead her to the daemon, and she could finally see a hunt in action, even if she didn't participate herself. Looking around the room for an exit that wasn't the terribly crowded front door, Heidi laid her eyes on a distant window. She quietly walked over to it and unlatched it, sliding out of the entryway and down a few feet to the ground below. She caught herself and rolled to break her fall. In the distance to the north, as he had spoken, she saw the older student. She felt her hunter's instinct kick in. She followed him distantly, ducking from cover to cover, careful not to attract his attention.
Marx said
Heidi could probably find a friend in Cyril by speaking to him in any of her native languages. He's fluent in Swedish and an intermediate with both Finnish and Russian, so he'd probably be happy to practice a language with anyone that isn't his daemon.
Oh, that's right, isn't it? Well, shared language is definitely something easily bonded over. She'll probably also be fascinated with Cyril's daemons, as they're so powerful compared to her little D-class sprite. Not to mention he has two of them.
Wow, I'm really excited for this!
Oh shoot, Heidi's the only first year, isn't she?
Hey Vicier, as a first-year, will Heidi have less opportunities to interact with the other characters as they are upperclassmen and she is not only a first-year, but knows virtually nothing about being a daemon hunter whatsoever? And if so, should I bump her up a year?
Hey Vicier, as a first-year, will Heidi have less opportunities to interact with the other characters as they are upperclassmen and she is not only a first-year, but knows virtually nothing about being a daemon hunter whatsoever? And if so, should I bump her up a year?
I saw you're still accepting and this rp looks interesting. I'll go head and ask the same question as the person above me. Are you looking for any certain type of character?
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