Psyker Landshark

Iris Ascendis

Iraleth Kyrios

"I didn't say it wasn't important, Professor. Only less positive on a personal level than one would assume." Iraleth said, barely resisting the urge to snap her words out upon being misinterpreted.

Nevertheless, she dropped the topic when Alto did, giving a muted nod in response to his last words on the subject.

When the carriage came to a stop, Iraleth raised an eyebrow as she followed the professor's gaze outward, one hand gripping her sword hilt tightly. In her focus on whatever was going on outside, she failed to notice Ciara's brief glance.

Iris Ascendis

post coming up by end of tomorrow, sorry for the delay

Iris Ascendis

I was gonna post tonight (been delayed due to Monhun) but uh, this is awkward now

RIP Est

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Renar Hagen

Far be it for Renar to think this a simple affair, but felling Rozenalt was at least a task that was theoretically achievable. Better than the worst case scenarios he'd feared, such as somehow routing the Hunt or finding a way to achieve the impossible task of slaying them.

According to Tyaethe, she'd nearly killed Rozenalt already once upon a time. Both good and bad. Good in that they knew this task was doable. Bad in that Rozenalt had to have learned from that encounter. He'd surely be far more prepared to face the vampire in open combat this time.

Judging by her overall approach to this, Renar doubted Tyaethe would appreciate any interference in the duel she wanted. He could wait to see if she succeeded or not, and then step in. But that was leaving too much to chance. Regardless of her demeanor, Dame Tyaethe was the single mightiest asset the order had. Risking her unnecessarily was beyond foolish. However he was to interfere, there would only be one chance. If there was a chance. The Roses' order of battle was accounting for the rest of the Hunt staying active during the duel.

If Lein were here, Renar would have approached him first. Alas. Instead, he sidled on up next to Rolan and Gertrude as they marched, the two already conveniently speaking to each other. The goddesses did grant him serendipity in some cases after all.

"Sir Rolan, Gertrude. A word?" He spoke quietly, knowing at least one of the two, and likely both, would understand the urgency of not being overheard. "We know our objective, and how it's supposed to be achieved. But I would hedge our bets, so to speak. The two of you have the best opportunity to interfere from a distance, and there'll only be once chance before either side knows what we're up to. Do I have your agreement to try to guarantee Dame Tyaethe's success?"

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

btw don't expect shit from me for the whole weekend

Falling Skies

CMDR SAGAN "VULTURE" KODOS

Sagan sighed as the rookie decided to ask a rather uncomfortable question. For the kid, at least. This sort of op was old hat to Sagan himself at this point, no matter how much he disliked it.

"On the record, you do what High Command says. You got that? They tell you to shit, you ask how many logs to drop." His voice lowered. "Off the record, as long as it doesn't get in the way of the mission, do what you want. Spec ops get some amount of leeway, and combat telemetry can always take battle damage."

Don't be stupid, kid. Get the message. He wasn't explaining any further than that.

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Once the squad got back into their cockpits, Sagan busied himself with preflight checks while keeping an ear on comms. Once Sabine started bitching again, he snorted.

<< It worked, didn't it? We barely got shot at on that descent. Course, if you'd rather be swiss cheese, I'm sure the Coalies'd oblige you kindly if I asked them real nice. >>

Targovo had been a twofer. Taking the time to plate up was seconds they hadn't had. They'd barely made it to the VIP before he got shot up in the first place as it was. That, and AA on-site was legitimately dense enough that the increased radar cross-section the plates gave them without any support units would've been suicide.

<< Anyways, get your game faces on, boys and girls! Planetfall in two! Remember your training, and you'll take at least three of 'em with you when you get shot up! >> He chortled, gallows humor always relaxing him ever so slightly before a drop. That said, he switched comms to private for a moment, opening up a line to Leah without any background chatter.

<< Hex, Vulture. Got your med chit. You let me know the goddamn second you feel something's off with you. No tough guy shit, you hear me? Don't need to be losing anyone out there if we don't have to. >>

SPIRITUM

Kalina Kovalic

Kalina caught the other carbine Gerard tossed before immediately handing it off to Silje, mags included. Restricted on Mist as they were, Silje would need the extra firepower more than most of the rest of the squad did. Morden was a walking tank, Justice was already used to throwing the kitchen sink at their enemies, and Kalina had access to her gunblade with the amount of Mist they could make use of right now.

She supposed she ought to be feeling some sort of way about this entire situation. Betrayed by what were supposed to be their own people? Oh, well. WARDEN indoctrination had never quite managed to have Kalina forget that she wasn't Rassvetian in the first place. Her people? Hardly. They were just the best option she had to kill Vangarites with. If they got in the way of her doing that, she'd deal with them.

"Either Veld's burned us or he's incompetent enough that someone under him sold out. We kill anyone who gets in our way, Rassvet or not." Kalina said, holstering her knife and drawing her gunblade from her Pocket before swapping the weapons in her hands so that she was holding her sword in her right and her pistol in her left. A quick check of her gunblade's chamber had Kalina swapping the usual explosive rounds out with shielding ones in preparation for dealing with more gun-wielding opponents. Against mundane humans, the explosive power of her normal rounds was overkill anyways.

"We need that spook. He's probably the only one we can get our hands on who has answers at this point."

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

Lady Elora Elarel

"Tis simply the more expedient option to travel together, regardless of where in the city one starts from." Safina demurred, giving off the appearance of one not wanting to feed any sort of rumor mill. No matter how Lady Rhys chose to interpret that, it would at least reinforce their backstory.

Being back in Odonfield so soon after the heist was cause enough for concern. For obvious reasons, no thief worth their salt ought to be foolish enough to return to the scene of the crime. But orders were orders, and she was under enough layers of disguise, both physical and magical, that the risk was minimal.

For now, Safina simply made small talk with Lady Rhys, hoping to get a finger on Odonfield's pulse.

"Tell me, how has our host the Duke been of late? Is he faring well? I'd heard he was occupied in the capital and elsewhere in recent days."

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

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Iris Ascendis

Iraleth Kyrios

"I agree. Of course this isn't over. There's too much left unresolved." Was all Iraleth managed to get out in response to Chloe before the latter stopped talking when Ciara entered the carriage with Alto in tow. Although the last bit did catch the paladin's attention. The conditions were right? What conditions? She hadn't forgottten the little stunt her fellow half-elf had pulled during the entrance exam, not at all. Chloe was still someone to be watched carefully, but they seemed to be on the same side and of the same mind for the moment.

As Alto began explaining her home city's legal system, Iraleth kept her sword in her lap, only paying enough attention as politeness dictated. After all, she knew this already. Though one bit at the end forced her to speak.

"Professor, if I may, as a local? To be a corsair is no blessing. Unrestrained judgment with no guiding framework to work off of is a terrible burden and a solemn duty. No oversight and no accountability means that every choice a corsair makes must be correct, lest they squander the responsibility and privileges granted to them."

Would that the burden never fell to her. Should it ever happen, Iraleth would fulfill it as best she was able, as any respectable Nereite would. But there would be no joy in it, and little satisfaction. Only a hope and a prayer that any judgment she made would be the correct one in the end. After all, she couldn't even come to a solid decision about Ciara. What sort of pathetic corsair would that make?