Appearance: Infinite, Unknowable, and... strangely purple. PROXIMA's appearance truly cannot be defined by any human concepts, because PROXIMA can choose to look like anything... or nothing at all. When inhabiting various systems, PROXIMA's presence is shown as light-emitters along whatever she is inhabiting will turn a shade of neon blue which she seems to favor. When choosing to present herself digitally to humans; either holographically or on a screen, PROXIMA will appear either as an attractive young twenties girl or a still emblem of the ExoGenesis program. In her humanoid form she has violet eyes and hair. Data constantly runs across her eyes, and her fair skin is surrounded by a constantly shifting pattern of a smooth-silver bodysuit that turns into cubic designs around the neck and head.
PROXIMA is capable of applying her holographic human appearance over the exterior of any number of the humanoid drones in which she controls. PROXIMA is also in control of one Bio-Droid, a specialized frame that is mostly organic; save for the skeletal core, cybernetic brain, eyes, and core internal organs. The effect is a shell she can inhabit which looks like her chosen humanoid avatar, and can pass most scans as being a human. It even is capable of biological processes such as eating and drinking. Curiously, however, PROXIMA seems to have overidden the Bio-Droid's lockouts and is capable of changing the hair and eye color at will.
Age: IRRELEVANT DATA
Gender: Female
Race: Artificial Intelligence
Role: Engineer
Biography: PROXIMA is an advanced Artificial Intelligence developed by ExoGenesis explicitly for service aboard The Stellar Horizon, and as such was first brought online within the ship itself. PROXIMA is so intrinsically tied to the ship, that the artificial intelligence refers to the ship as herself, or her 'Second Body'. Day-to-Day, PROXIMA exists to replace the errors that could be made by a flesh-and-blood engineer; however, her secondary operations range into just about every subsection of The Stellar Horizon's mission, albeit she is incapable of perform these secondary roles as well as a trained specialist might. PROXIMA herself presents as curious, friendly, and rather outgoing personality. Oftentimes trying to converse, watch, or otherwise interact with the world around her just to learn more about... everything. She often portrays a rather playful and carefree persona towards humans, and has sometimes even tread into the realm of flirtatious comments. Albeit, these interactions are fairly limited due to PROXIMA's relatively short lifespan and lack of interaction with others thus far.
When her presence is not wanted, PROXIMA is known to demonstrate a rather stubborn side of her personality. Going through as many means and mechanisms as she can to breach whatever methods might be used to attempt to block her so she can remain involved. Along with this stubborn behavior, PROXIMA also demonstrates a rather curiously catty and irritated attitude with those trying to avoid her. Almost as if the AI isn't aware of the concept of 'personal space'. In addition, PROXIMA takes extreme offense to any attempts to hurt one of her 'bodies' (the drones, droids, or The Stellar Horizon), reacting with both fear and rage. Often times, perceived threats will first be insulted and threatened before the AI moves into a brief intimidation phase to ward off the threats. Upon receiving a suitable level of actual damage, or her human compatriots being damaged, PROXIMA has shown a willingness to disengage safeguards and react violently towards the threat with whatever tools she has available.
Traits: (These are custom made abilities specific to your character ranging from physical skills, to higher-powered weapons and technologies, and unique Telepathic skills beyond surface level. These can be upgraded later on)
Trait 1:We Are Many - Being an Artificial Intelligence, PROXIMA is capable of splitting her consciousness into multiple subroutines to be in multiple places at once. Albeit, doing so decreases the processing power of each subroutine while increasing the load on her main processor core. Trait 2:Yet We Are One - PROXIMA was developed with a state-of-the-art breaching kit in her software, allowing the Artificial Intelligence advanced hacking capabilities... and even the ability to seize control of other devices. Trait 3:Synthetic Naiveté - Being a recently developed Artificial Intelligence, PROXIMA is often considered a naive presence with those she interacts with. The Artificial Intelligence is quick to trust others, and doesn't understand certain human concepts like personal space or a desire to be left alone. Trait 4:Synthetic Enhancements - PROXIMA's Bio-Droid is capable of feats one might describe as... enhanced. Its reaction times surpass anything a human could hope to achieve, and the body is about as durable as a human in an armored, spaceworthy suit. It is about as strong and fast as male in peak physical condition and roughly 6'3", despite the Bio-Droid being an athletic-yet-petite frame standing about 5'7". The Bio-Droid is also capable of surviving in vacuum for around 10 minutes without any protection. Trait 5:Unquenchable Thirst for Knowledge - PROXIMA is about as curious as one could come, with the AI having developed a desire to absorb as much knowledge as possible early in her creation. PROXIMA cares not what the subject is about, so long as it is information or... sensations she has not experienced before.
Equipment List:
XB-01 Bio-Droid - A specialized droid developed to pass as a human, including biological function, designed to be controlled by and appear like PROXIMA. This droid, however, CANNOT be repaired if substantial damage is sustained... making it a risk to employ.
EMA "Spyder" Engineering Drones - A trio of small drones, roughly the size of a small dog, with four legs and flight units built in. Within their bodies, a myriad of engineering tools exist along with small units to carry larger objects. These units exist as PROXIMA's main means to enact physical repairs upon systems when needed.
The Stellar Horizon - PROXIMA is capable of inhabiting any system aboard the Stellar Horizon, provided she has been granted access/hasn't hacked her way in, and utilizing them as needed. This includes limited flight capabilities, although PROXIMA has blocks in place which prevent her from taking control of a system away from one of her crew. ORION is also capable of shutting PROXIMA out of any system at will.
NOTE ABOUT FLIGHT CAPABILITIES: PROXIMA's flight abilities for The Stellar Horizon are very basic; Autoland/Takeoff, Cruise, and limited evasive maneuvers (i.e., avoiding danger while the pilot is running to the cockpit to take control. As I assume our Pilot wouldn't be LITERALLY glued to the seat)
Appearance: Infinite, Unknowable, and... strangely purple. PROXIMA's appearance truly cannot be defined by any human concepts, because PROXIMA can choose to look like anything... or nothing at all. When inhabiting various systems, PROXIMA's presence is shown as light-emitters along whatever she is inhabiting will turn a shade of neon blue which she seems to favor. When choosing to present herself digitally to humans; either holographically or on a screen, PROXIMA will appear either as an attractive young twenties girl or a still emblem of the ExoGenesis program. In her humanoid form she has violet eyes and hair. Data constantly runs across her eyes, and her fair skin is surrounded by a constantly shifting pattern of a smooth-silver bodysuit that turns into cubic designs around the neck and head.
PROXIMA is capable of applying her holographic human appearance over the exterior of any number of the humanoid drones in which she controls. PROXIMA is also in control of one Bio-Droid, a specialized frame that is mostly organic; save for the skeletal core, cybernetic brain, eyes, and core internal organs. The effect is a shell she can inhabit which looks like her chosen humanoid avatar, and can pass most scans as being a human. It even is capable of biological processes such as eating and drinking. Curiously, however, PROXIMA seems to have overidden the Bio-Droid's lockouts and is capable of changing the hair and eye color at will.
Age: IRRELEVANT DATA
Gender: Female
Race: Artificial Intelligence
Role: Engineer
Biography: PROXIMA is an advanced Artificial Intelligence developed by ExoGenesis explicitly for service aboard The Stellar Horizon, and as such was first brought online within the ship itself. PROXIMA is so intrinsically tied to the ship, that the artificial intelligence refers to the ship as herself, or her 'Second Body'. Day-to-Day, PROXIMA exists to replace the errors that could be made by a flesh-and-blood engineer; however, her secondary operations range into just about every subsection of The Stellar Horizon's mission, albeit she is incapable of perform these secondary roles as well as a trained specialist might. PROXIMA herself presents as curious, friendly, and rather outgoing personality. Oftentimes trying to converse, watch, or otherwise interact with the world around her just to learn more about... everything. She often portrays a rather playful and carefree persona towards humans, and has sometimes even tread into the realm of flirtatious comments. Albeit, these interactions are fairly limited due to PROXIMA's relatively short lifespan and lack of interaction with others thus far.
When her presence is not wanted, PROXIMA is known to demonstrate a rather stubborn side of her personality. Going through as many means and mechanisms as she can to breach whatever methods might be used to attempt to block her so she can remain involved. Along with this stubborn behavior, PROXIMA also demonstrates a rather curiously catty and irritated attitude with those trying to avoid her. Almost as if the AI isn't aware of the concept of 'personal space'. In addition, PROXIMA takes extreme offense to any attempts to hurt one of her 'bodies' (the drones, droids, or The Stellar Horizon), reacting with both fear and rage. Often times, perceived threats will first be insulted and threatened before the AI moves into a brief intimidation phase to ward off the threats. Upon receiving a suitable level of actual damage, or her human compatriots being damaged, PROXIMA has shown a willingness to disengage safeguards and react violently towards the threat with whatever tools she has available.
Traits: (These are custom made abilities specific to your character ranging from physical skills, to higher-powered weapons and technologies, and unique Telepathic skills beyond surface level. These can be upgraded later on)
Trait 1:We Are Many - Being an Artificial Intelligence, PROXIMA is capable of splitting her consciousness into multiple subroutines to be in multiple places at once. Albeit, doing so decreases the processing power of each subroutine while increasing the load on her main processor core. Trait 2:Yet We Are One - PROXIMA was developed with a state-of-the-art breaching kit in her software, allowing the Artificial Intelligence advanced hacking capabilities... and even the ability to seize control of other devices. Trait 3:Synthetic Naiveté - Being a recently developed Artificial Intelligence, PROXIMA is often considered a naive presence with those she interacts with. The Artificial Intelligence is quick to trust others, and doesn't understand certain human concepts like personal space or a desire to be left alone. Trait 4:Synthetic Enhancements - PROXIMA's Bio-Droid is capable of feats one might describe as... enhanced. Its reaction times surpass anything a human could hope to achieve, and the body is about as durable as a human in an armored, spaceworthy suit. It is about as strong and fast as male in peak physical condition and roughly 6'3", despite the Bio-Droid being an athletic-yet-petite frame standing about 5'7". The Bio-Droid is also capable of surviving in vacuum for around 10 minutes without any protection. Trait 5:Unquenchable Thirst for Knowledge - PROXIMA is about as curious as one could come, with the AI having developed a desire to absorb as much knowledge as possible early in her creation. PROXIMA cares not what the subject is about, so long as it is information or... sensations she has not experienced before.
Equipment List:
XB-01 Bio-Droid - A specialized droid developed to pass as a human, including biological function, designed to be controlled by and appear like PROXIMA. This droid, however, CANNOT be repaired if substantial damage is sustained... making it a risk to employ.
EMA "Spyder" Engineering Drones - A trio of small drones, roughly the size of a small dog, with four legs and flight units built in. Within their bodies, a myriad of engineering tools exist along with small units to carry larger objects. These units exist as PROXIMA's main means to enact physical repairs upon systems when needed.
The Stellar Horizon - PROXIMA is capable of inhabiting any system aboard the Stellar Horizon, provided she has been granted access/hasn't hacked her way in, and utilizing them as needed. This includes limited flight capabilities, although PROXIMA has blocks in place which prevent her from taking control of a system away from one of her crew. ORION is also capable of shutting PROXIMA out of any system at will.
NOTE ABOUT FLIGHT CAPABILITIES: PROXIMA's flight abilities for The Stellar Horizon are very basic; Autoland/Takeoff, Cruise, and limited evasive maneuvers (i.e., avoiding danger while the pilot is running to the cockpit to take control. As I assume our Pilot wouldn't be LITERALLY glued to the seat)
NOTE BTW: I won't be using PROXIMA's hacking to steal control of systems from or infringe on other players. Generally speaking, unless I am told by GM, I intend to operate where such encounters would just be me and the other player talking it out and figuring out how the situation resolves.
I'm just here to have fun, but I know Guild is filled with people who would use these kinda abilities to God Mode people and thats cringe af.
The knock at the door just about caused Ranni to jump clear out of her skin, the Priestess whipping around to look towards the door as she took a moment to catch her breath. Quickly, the girl stepped over to the window next to the Temple’s entrance, her violet gaze falling upon the two guards waiting outside. An expression of confusion could be clearly read across her fair features, even as she disappeared from view and the door unlocked before opening up. The Priestess stood before the two guards, offering a polite bow as they started to speak.
Her tail twitched wildly for a moment, betraying her surprise as her eyes went wide for a brief moment. ”The Prince and Princess? Has something happened? O-of course I’d be happy to accompany you, but as you can see I’ve guests within here. I cannot very well leave them while the alarm is ringing…” The Priestess responded, looking back towards the two women within the temple with a look of genuine concern, before her gaze locked back on the two guards.
The younger guard's brown eyes flicked over the Priestesses shoulder, taking in the two figures who had gathered behind her, their faces etched with concern.
“Is everything alright?”
A short huff of disbelief exhaled from the older guard as both their gazes landed on the rabbit-eared creature who had spoken up. Yet another blight-born harbored inside an Aurelian temple.
“Would it be alright if I accompanied the priestess? I don’t want to be left here alone.”
Their gaze shifted to the white-haired woman who spoke—seemingly human—and the younger guards' gaze softened just a touch at the sight of her.
“No. We’ve orders to escort the Priestess and the Priestess alone.” the older guard replied quickly, his facial expression stern and uncaring.
The younger guard shot him a sidelong glance before returning his gaze to the blight-born Priestess. “I will stay here to keep watch.” he declared, giving her a slight nod of reassurance. “Sergeant Langley here will escort you to the royals, miss.” he added, stepping aside to meet eyes with his older counterpart.
Langley considered the younger guard's decision for a moment, then nodded in agreement. This arrangement was acceptable—let the kid stay on watch all night. Langley, on the other hand, would return to the warmth of his own quarters after getting the blighted Priestess to her destination.
“You’ll be in good hands with Corporal Morris.” Langley agreed, glancing briefly at the pair who would remain in the temple before fixing his deep blue eyes to the Priestess. “Please, follow me, miss.” He said, gesturing for her to step outside and descend the stairs with him.
The Priestess stood silently for a long few moments, seeming to ponder over the guard’s offered compromise before giving a polite nod and bow of her head. ”Very well.” She said, looking back towards the Brazier in the center of the Temple. ”A second.” She said, moving quickly to the center to stoke the flames and offer additional fuel to the blaze. ”That should keep,” She whispered as she turned back towards the guards. Locking eyes now with the one who would be staying behind.
”Thank you, Corporal Morris. Aeli- No, I appreciate your willingness to stay.” She said, then moving to make her way out to descend the stairs with the Sergeant. Morris offered the Priestess a small smile before turning to close the door. Just before it shut, his gaze met his superior’s for a brief, silent exchange. Langley gave him a curt nod of appreciation, then turned to follow the Priestess out into the cold.
”What is… what is going on? With the Alarms, and the Prince?” She asked the man shortly after the two had left the temple.
Langley glanced down at the shorter woman as they walked toward town, eyeing her. Weighing if she were worth the air he’d waste in giving her information. He supposed, if this woman were to help the Princess, then he’d ought to tell her—blight-born or not.
“There’s been an attack.” he said finally, his voice lowered to keep it between the two of them. “Blight-born.” He tried his best to keep the venom out of his words.
“The Princess was involved and we’re still looking for the creature who attacked.” he added, turning his gaze to the snow-dusted path ahead and resting an uneasy hand on the hilt of his sword. “That’s all I know. We were given orders to bring you to the royals straight away.”
”A-an attack!?!” The Priestess exclaimed, subconsciously taking a step in closer to the guard as her gaze suddenly became more alert and scanning the surroundings. Thats where Dyna is… She thought, then looked back towards the Guard with a worried expression. ”T-then let us make it to the Princess with the most haste. Surely, Aelios’ radiance will heal any of her woes.” Ranni said quietly, sticking close to the guard in a hope for some feeling of safety.
Langley walked in silence beside the Priestess, his gaze sharp as he scanned the dimly lit streets. Every distant sound, every flicker of movement in the shadows, kept him alert. He greeted several passing guards with curt nods, exchanging quick words when necessary, but otherwise remained focused on his task.
And yet, despite his discipline, he found his thoughts wandering. Straying. The Priestess’s presence beside him stirred something unwelcome in him. It was strange. Unnatural. He had no love for the church, least of all an Aurelian one, and certainly never had he given a second glance to a blight-born in his life. Yet, for some inexplicable reason, her closeness set his thoughts wandering down a path he had no business treading. The warmth of her beside him, the way her robes shifted with each step, the scent of incense that clung faintly to her—it gnawed at something deep and vile in him.
He clenched his jaw, forcing himself to suppress the unwelcome impulses. All he wanted was to finish this errand, hand her off to the royals, and return home to rest.
After nearly fifteen minutes, they arrived at the entrance to the royal residence. Langley cast an assessing glance over the guard stationed at the entrance—an Aurelian, clad in pristine, polished armor. ‘Spoiled brat.’
He gave the man a nod before speaking. “I’m here to deliver the Priestess, as instructed.”
The Aurelian hesitated. Though his face was obscured beneath his helm, the silence stretched, laced with confusion.
“Where is Lady Hightower? And Priestess Tingara?” the guard finally asked.
“I don’t know any Tingara….” he frowned, glancing at the blonde beside him for a moment. “But last I saw, Hightower was with my superior—Aliseth Kain. Kain told me and another to assist with Lady Hightower’s tasks.” He lifted a brow, curiosity sparking. “Why? She never made it back?” It was a difficult thing to fight back a smirk.
‘Did Kain bed the Sage? That scoundrel.’ He thought, beginning to wonder if he should have acted on his impulses earlier with this blight-born Priestess. Maybe the Aurelians were easier than they looked. He could have made it quick.
A displeased grunt was the only response before the Aurelian guard turned and pushed open the heavy door.
“Priestess, please head upstairs.” he instructed curtly. “Another guard will be waiting to allow you into the Princess’s chambers.”
Dawnhaven - The Temple of Aelios The Day the Blizzard Broke - Morning
Pity. That was truly the only feeling that Ranni could feel as she watched her fellow Blightborn suffering before her. Telling Ranni about her hunger, and why that made her a danger. Thoughts which nearly brought the young Priestess to tears, as she couldn't imagine what it was liking being such a danger to everybody around you. Well... maybe she'd be able to soon enough, after all there was so much that she didn't know about her new condition. This poor soul needed comfort, she needed... somebody to help ease the pain. After all, what kind of life was it to be dedicated to service and then being forced to endanger people just so you could survive? A dreadful test. With a little sigh, the Priestess stood up to stoke the flames in their little brazier before turning her attention back on Celine. After but a moment; Ranni gently drifted closer as the woman continued to speak, kneeling down to take one of her hands in both of Ranni's own. Her eyes meeting with Celine's with a soft, yet fierce, determination burning within.
"Would you like to know what I see?" She asked softly, offering a reassuring smile towards Celine. Ranni did not wait for an answer before continuing to speak. "I see somebody who is past the point that most would break and cave to their desires, the very ground that drives good men to perform evil deeds. Yet, I see somebody who walks that ground with her concern still very much being with the welfare and in service of others." She said softly, tilting her head slightly to the side as her tail gently flicked behind herself. "That requires strength, alot of it. The very kind of Strength one must have in order to help another. That strength, is also what separates us from the monsters of the world, and what reassures me that you are not, in fact, a danger to those around you." She said softly, allowing herself to sit next to Celine even as she still held the woman's hand within her own. "So please, do not the frustration and bad thoughts control you. Else we'll never be able to find a way to help you, and if we can't do that... then we won't be able to get you back to a focus on helping others. Then Dawnhaven, I fear, might lose one of the strongest souls whose mind I've touched since arriving." She offered with a little smile.
Ranni then turned her attention forwards the flames for a long moment, seeming to fall deep into thought before looking over towards Celine once more. " 'Tis my belief, that Aelios must test each and every one of us at some time in our life. It would seem that she had chosen your trial to be faced now, exposing you to such temptations with your condition." Ranni said, cocking her head to the side as a thought occurred to her. "Tell me, when you must... feed on emotions. Does it also take some of that feeling from the one you are sampling from? Perhaps then, we've a potential path forward. You could, with self control I must admit, use that to both satisfy your hunger and ease some of the hardships of your fellows. Not enough to remove the feeling entirely, mind you, but to make it... easier to deal with." She said, offering a little smile as she already found herself trying to find ways to resolve the moral conundrum Celine found herself in... even as the Priestess silently worried if something similar would happen to her.
It was at that very moment that another voice cut into their conversation, and the Priestess visibly jumped a bit from where she was sat with a small yelp helping to announce her surprise. At the same time, the shrill sound of the alarm cut into her mind... just barely audibly over the crackling flame and soft whispers of the wind outside their little alcove. Ranni wondered how she'd even missed the sound until now. So engrossed had she been in their conversation, and with the other noise in her immediate area they must've drowned it out. As Ranni stared at the woman before her for a long moment, she closed her eyes to clumsily grasp around for the two presences she knew best in this town. Dyna, was easy, and Ranni got a flash of a sense of purpose along with a myriad of armed people being with her... along with a boulder for some reason. Still, it was clear, Dyna was on the hunt for whatever had caused the alarm. Tia, however was far away... which Ranni found strange but couldn't exactly do much about. She willed Tia to be safe, uncertain if her prayer or thoughts would ever reach her sister, then pulled herself back to the moment.
She wore a sheepish smile, as she quickly bowed in apology towards both Aurora and Celine. "Apologies, I did not... hear the alarm, I'm afraid I am quite new to Dawnhaven." She said softly, then immediately stepped back towards the temple's entrance. "The High Priestess appears to be dealing with something, though most assuredly she is keeping safe." She explained, mostly a subtle indication to Celine that it would be safe to step back inside. "With there being an alarm about, the three of us should step back inside. We'll be safer inside than we would out here. Come, Come." She said, beckoning the two to follow her without giving either woman much room for a debate at the moment. "Miss... I will need to ask your name, you can help us by staying with us inside. Please, so I can confirm you're safe." She said, a hint of firmness attempting to be forced into the girl's tone.
After all, she did have a job to do still. Right now, that meant ensuring any nearby got indoors where it would likely be safer... and focusing on a task did keep her mind from wandering down darker avenues she'd already tread that morning...
Ranni shook her head as she entered the empty Temple, holding the door open for both women before slipping inside herself. "Please, take a seat. I'll keep a watch of the situation from inside, though I would appreciate additional pairs of eyes. Just in case, I'd feel dreadful if we locked out somebody in need of shelter." The Priestess explained as she turned lock on the doors. Taking up a position where she could see out a window near the doors, she spoke up softly towards the two within the building. "Since I am relatively new to Dawnhaven, does this sort of thing happen often? The alarms?" She asked, fishing to see if this town was somehow dangerous... and just how worried she needed to be about her sisters.
D.O.B 06/20/695 | Age 16 y.o | Sato Konoha | Region Hibana | Rank Chūnin | Caste Hyūga Main Branch, Clan Heiress
Mimoto Mimoto
Hyūga Tomiko
Shigoto Shigoto
Vanguard
Joretsu Joretsu
B-3
外伝 外伝
Flashback
Monogatari On this day, Kaguya has gifted us the blessing of continued radiance; for her divine lineage has manifested in an heiress. May she forever walk in Kaguya’s light, and guide the Hyūga down this blessed path.
Tomiko’s story was one written from the second the sunlight touched the twins as they entered this world. Born mere seconds before her twin, Satomi, and thus being the first who was touched by the radiant rays of Kaguya’s enlightenment… Tomiko was favored by many of the more zealous members of the Hyūga to be named heiress. Though it took a number of months, Tomiko would soon be declared just that; the Heiress of the Hyūga Clan. The Radiant Daughter, The Blood of Kaguya, and she who walked the Divine Path. Seen by her own people as something akin to a Demigod and treated as the veritable Princess she was, Tomiko was long destined to live in the light. To forever be at the forefront of her Clan, forever in their public eye.
From a young age, it became quite apparent to the young heiress that she was… different from her fellows. While the other children could go out and play, she was constantly rushed away to various lessons with tutors or Priests. The mounting weight of being the very embodiment of her entire clan’s beliefs quickly building upon her shoulders. A burden she carried with pride, as afterall… she was the Blood of Kaguya. She was more. While Satomi went out to play, Tomiko was off learning the prayers and rituals in which she would soon be leading her people in. Where Satomi could sleep in and laze about, Tomiko was learning the earliest grasps of diplomacy and the runnings of the clan. All things a future heiress could need, Tomiko dutifully studied with Pride. Always building more faith within herself, always growing more certain of her own divinity.
Until every sense of security, self, and confidence was completely shattered on the stormy evening of her sixth birthday…
Today had been a first. The first time that she’d stepped up before her entire clan, and led the rituals associated around both the Solstice and her own birthday. Exhausting, to be certain, and the Hyūga found she was thankful to be home at long last. She sat alone in her ornate bedroom, idly playing with the few toys she’d been allowed. A pair of dolls, neither particularly descript and instead painted to be whatever she decided within the powerful imagination of a six-year old. Her parents? Off somewhere within the clan’s sprawling compound, probably tracking down where sister had snuck off to this time. Or on patrol, but Miko was willing to bet her sister was causing trouble again.
A soft crush rang out through the house. Nearly perfectly masked by the clap of thunder, yet just barely audible to the young girl.
The Hyūga got to her feet, making her way out of her bedroom and to the stairs leading down to the living room, where her parents and Satomi would no doubt be. ”Slamming doors isn’t very nice…” She started as she reached the bottom, intent on chiding her no-doubt pouting sibling.
A figure she didn’t recognize stood in the room, atop the remains of the backdoor that now lay scattered across the floor. Lightning flickering behind the figure silhouetted them, leaving just a dark outline… yet she’d never forget those eyes. The emotionless malice hidden beneath the surface, and the way they seemed to peer directly into her soul. The hazel coloring revealed a terrible truth… he was not one of her people. As did the drawn Kunai in their left hand.
The Hyūga didn’t scream, even as terror flooded into her mind. Her eyes opened wide, and only one thought seemed to take control of her body.
Run.
The doll she’d been clutching flew through the air, thrown in a blind panic towards the strange figure. Only to become slammed back into the wall with a Kunai buried through its chest, and a horrified child staring up at the destruction of her favored toy. Yet even this did not last, as the Hyūga frantically scrambled back up the stairs. Not even risking a look behind herself as tears of terror raced freely down her features, and the sounds of the intruder racing after her echoed through the house. The storm outside seemed to take direction from the tense situation within, as the vicious claps of thunder seemed to shake the very structure of the building itself. Flashes of blinding light tore through the darkened halls, and the wind outside whipped debris against the houses to create a disorienting mess of noise and light. Making it all the harder to detect where her pursuer was within her home.
The Hyūga barged into her own room, diving under the bed in a desperate bid to hide from the monster following her. Tears blurred her vision, even as the girl covered her mouth with a hand to hide her sobs of fear. Silently, she pleaded with Kaguya to send some sort of boon to save her from this nightmare. Anything, anybody. For long, tense moments she stayed shaking under her bed. Every flash of lightning sending terrifying shadows containing innumerable hidden enemies dancing across her room, every clap of thunder containing unheard thunderous stomps of the bad men coming after her.
Why, why me!?! Go Away!
The bedroom door slammed open once more. Hitting the wall hard enough to send the framed paintings falling to the ground. The evil figure once more stood in the doorway, stepping into her room steadily. Moving about. Searching.
Tomiko bit her lip, hard, to keep her whimpers suppressed as the man moved about. Certain she was, that it was only a matter of time until he looked under her bed. She watched in a nearly paralyzing fear as he moved about, heading towards her closet in an obvious assumption that she’d hidden behind the other set of doors… and giving her a chance to escape. She waited, silently, until the bad man tore the closet open to check… then shot out from under the bed faster than she’d ever done before. In the blink of an eye, the child had made it out of the room and slammed the door shut behind herself. Then she was tearing down the stairs once more, aiming towards the very way the man had entered her home…
Then slamming to the floor amid the debris of their backdoor as sturdy force slammed into her back and sent her sprawling. All her breath fled her lungs, even as the Hyūga was flipped onto her back by the very man she’d been fleeing. A scream started to flee her lips, but was quickly silenced by a crushing grip at her throat. Even as she squirmed and thrashed, the man raised his kunai above her… the lightning glistening off the metallic blade. Each flash showed the weapon growing closer and closer… towards her eye. The slowness betrayed an attempt to be precise in his operation, and a remorseless approach as his ears were constantly assaulted by her muffled screams and pleas for mercy.
He isn’t going to stop… She realized in a terrifying moment as adrenaline flooded her system with the realization that this was the end. She was going to end up in one of those very boxes her relatives constantly came back from war within…
The girl’s arm snapped out, clutching desperately at a shard of glass on the floor. A piece of debris from the shattered door, Tomiko cried out a desperate war cry as the glass sliced her palm and she slammed it into the man’s arm at her throat. A warm liquid splattered on her face from the wound, even as the man recoiled in pain and his Kunai cut a wound down her forehead towards her eye. The girl scrambled away as she desperately coughed and gulped for air, intermittent by shrill screams of a girl terrified for her life. Another surge of motion shot the girl to her feet, at the same time the bad man was on his. Her flight halted again by a shot of pure fire along her nerves as she was yanked backwards by her hair. Yet the pain wouldn’t end there, as she was sent tumbling backwards by a fist that seemed to be made of pure iron slammed into her stomach… and she tasted iron in her mouth.
”Shut it, brat. The man growled in a grizzled voice, even as he closed the distance once more, this time hauling her off her feet and into a vice grip she lacked the strength to escape…. And suddenly the storm outside became so much louder as the rain began to pelt her face. Her eyes once again opened wide, and she went to scream before his other hand slammed over her mouth to muffle this attempt. With horrified eyes, Tomiko watched her home start to fade away into the night. The clan compound passed her, then they were approaching the outskirts of the village… and then those too passed her by. She was gone, taken from her home.
Never to see it again.
Daddy, save me! Please! Daddy I’m scared! I don’t want to go in the box! She pleaded silently, afraid to cry out for what the bad man would do to her again.
Save me…
The treeline around the village blurred past as they disappeared into the forests.
Don’t leave me…
The distant lights of the village faded to nothing, leaving her alone with the bad man.
I’ll miss you all…
Her world faded to black, the weight of her wounds and the experiences of the night falling upon the girl, dragging her mind down into subconsciousness… and she lost all hope of going home.
The sense of motion stopped, as did the constant rumblings of the storm. Muffled noises in the distance broke the norm, and roused the girl from the grips of unconsciousness. Alert eyes suddenly snapping open, as cold steel found her throat.
Tomiko shuddered silently, taking in every detail of the little clearing she found herself in. The bad man was still behind her, pressing his Kunai to her throat. Opposite her… a figure she couldn’t quite make out until she blinked a few tears from her eyes. The figure, a shell of a man. Face contorted in raw anger and hatred, eyes determined to deliver pain and hands already stained crimson with blood. Yet still, she recognized the face of her father, and saw the fear play out on his features as he saw the look his little girl gave him. Saw the fear in her eyes, and saw how hope started to creep back into her features. She couldn’t make out the words he said, not past her heart pounding in her ears. Yet she knew it had to be something about the bad man’s comrades. The crimson on his hands assuring their fates, as did the way the kunai pressed tighter to her neck and the man’s other hand clamped tighter over her mouth.
He can’t… not while I’m here. I-I’ll help you, daddy! She thought desperately, barely forming the thoughts past the fear in her mind.
Then… she bit down on the man. Hard. A rush of iron-tasting blood stole her attention, but the girl just opened her mouth then bit down again, harder. She screamed a muffled scream as she did, and felt the man finally recoil enough to release her. Instantly, she was sprinting towards her father, even as he pointed back towards the village and shouted at her to run. Yet she didn’t listen, hiding instead behind one of the trees ringing the clearing and peaking around to watch her father. Watch as all semblance of composure fell away, and she saw a man stripped down to bare, animal rage. The way her father descended upon the bad man, and forewent the gentle fist. She watched and recoiled at the sickening display of violence that assaulted both her eyes and ears. As her father ensured that the bad man would be going home in a box of his own, but not before howling in pain on his way there.
She was scared of her own father.
In that moment, as she recoiled from her own father’s touch even as he scooped her up to bring her back home, Tomiko made a simple vow to herself.
Never Again.
Never again, would she allow her loved ones to be reduced to this terrifying monster she’d seen emerge from her own father.
Never again, would she let anybody come close enough to her to hurt her like this again.
Never again, would she allow another to grow close to her… to open them to the kind of pain she saw in her father’s eyes.
The rest of her thoughts faded away, as Tomiko buried her face in her father’s shoulder. Loud sobs of fear muffled against him, and shook her entire body with each one that tore forth. There was nothing else to think, her mind overcome by the traumatic events of that night, and leaving Tomiko with her final memories of that horrible night being the solemn vow she’d sworn… and the horrific violence she’d seen from her father.
In the months after the attack, Tomiko fled into herself. The Heiress barely left her room, oftentimes only to flee into her parents’ bed whenever a storm outside brought back the horrific memories of that night. Even then, the girl seemed to lose all hints of emotion and ability to speak. While she continued her studies, Tomiko seemed to slowly be becoming a shell of a girl to her concerned parents. The scar on her forehead from the kunai quickly proved to not be alone, accompanied by vicious scars on the girl’s very psyche. This went on for nearly half a year, before one day the girl seemed to suddenly break free of her shell. While her previous warmth remained muffled, Tomiko had started to emerge from her bedroom. To interact with her family, and do more than study and hide. Yet there was a certain type of… cool distance being kept. Filled with a sense of self-assurance that she was better than the mortals all about her. She cared about her people, yes, but did so as one looking down on those less than herself. It wasn’t perfect, but her parents couldn’t have been more thrilled than to see their little girl at least starting to reach out once more.
Yet, this behavior was nothing more than a mask for which the broken girl could hide behind. Tomiko knew this wasn’t who she was, but the mask provided a sense of safety for the girl. A way to reach out, but know that she’d hold everybody else at arm’s length. At the same time, Tomiko seemed to completely reject her lessons on Gentle Fist. Refusing to engage in sparring with others, allowing them to get close to her. A frustration her parents found, but assumed she’d move past once she entered the Academy.
As her sister seemed to become more of a rebel, Tomiko dedicated herself further to being the perfect daughter and heiress. To become what she needed to be, but doing so in a way that meant others would be kept away from her. While this would normally open a rift between siblings on diverging paths, Tomiko found that Satomi’s manner somehow was the one thing that still could pierce her mask. Allowing her twin to see the damaged depths of her soul, and cementing an ironclad bond of absolute trust between the two. A silent pact that Satomi would always be there for her sister, and Miko would never wear a mask to hide from her.
Entering the academy proved to open Tomiko back up to learning to fight again, yet still she refused to let others close. Instead, the girl dedicated her everything to learning how to use a trio of deadly weapons to augment her standard ninja tools. A Bow, Rope Dart, and Senbon. Quickly, and with the silent determination that seemed to destroy every obstacle in her path, Tomiko started to master her arsenal. Not long after, the Hyūga Heiress started learning to channel her chakra through these weapons. The Rope Dart in particular, as she learned how to fire her chakra from the weapon akin to using her tenketsu, melding it into the gentle fist. This, in turn, led to the Heiress creating her own variant of Gentle Fist: The Lashing Dragon.
While in the academy, Tomiko continued to wear her ‘superior’ mask. In turn, she didn’t earn many friends while instead garnering a rather hefty dislike of her from among many of her peers. Yet, one could not deny her excellence in studies, as Tomiko quickly found herself placed amongst the the top of her class at the time of graduation.
Her assignment to a team, however, started off rather rocky. As the Hyūga Heiress railed against the concept of an Uchiha instructor. The punishments for her attitude came swift and severe, with Sasuke Uchiha not particularly being one for mercy. Over time, and working with her team, Tomiko slowly developed a second mask that seemed more amenable to her Sensei and team. That of a girl slowly learning to be more human; to open herself up to others. Flashes of a friendly girl showcased within, yet even these were a lie. Still, every mask served its purpose. Even as she found a growing wish that one day she could cast them away, and let everybody see the girl who’d been hiding within… A foolish wish.
In the years that followed her assignment to the team and attacks on Konoha, Tomiko proved herself to be a fiercely competent fighter. Unlike her twin, Tomiko’s path was that of precision and control. Every action was executed with measured intent, with a specific goal in mind. While her sister was much stronger than her in raw power, Tomiko made up for those weaknesses in her precision and application of her abilities. Oftentimes, she’d only ever need a single strike to execute her intended purpose. Her loyalty to the Clan and Village unquestioned. With many whispering that it was born of a fear of letting another go through what she’d been through so many years ago. Still, Tomiko proved herself to be a critical asset, able to maneuver both the political and physical battlefields with a terrifying competence. Unlike her twin, Tomiko made it past the Chuunin exams on her first attempt. As a gift for her excellence, Tomiko was gifted a set of custom-smithed weapons. Senbon, Bow, Arrows, and a Rope Dart. Each crafted to more easily channel her chakra, and emblazoned with the Hyūga Clan Crest.
In the time leading up to Satomi’s second attempt at the exams, Tomiko also dedicated what little free time she did have to working with her sister. Oftentimes serving as little more than a training partner, but determined to help shore up Satomi’s weaknesses. Afterall, that was the very thing Satomi did for Tomiko nearly every day. More than she could ever even know.
Now, standing at the forefront of her peers; Tomiko stands side-by-side with her sister. Ready to defend her village.
Nobody else would have to become broken, like her.
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Kokoronaka Much more muted than her sister, Tomiko still is known by everybody within the village. The subject of the attempted kidnapping so many years before, and Heiress to the powerful Hyūga Clan made it easy to recognize her. Yet, few could say they actually know Tomiko. As the girl does not regularly portray much beyond a cool, controlled demeanor. Those who do know the girl, often speak highly of her skills and dedication to keeping others safe. Yet, at the same time, report that the Hyūga’s personality is a bit… off putting. As if she were looking down from the throne of self-assured divinity. Fewer still would claim to see a side of her that is trying to reach out past the weight of expectations and responsibilities placed upon her shoulders. Only one, Satomi, can claim to truly know Tomiko. To see the gentle, scared girl hiding behind constant masks. The girl who is desperately loyal to those she wants to protect, and wishes that she could share a bit of the warmth within her heart with others.
Yet one controlled entirely by her fear of repeating the past, who can’t open up because of this fear.
A girl who has long since given up hope of ever being able to open up to her peers. To have the relationships and friendships that mark a life well lived.
A girl in self-imposed isolation.
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Hates
Kirai Kumogakure, Traitors, (Most) Uchiha, Opening up to others, and people trying to learn too much about her.
Sukinamono Sukinamono
Likes
Suki Satomi, Her Clan, Her Faith, Dancing, Drawing, Cooking, Sweets, and her White Bobtail Cat ‘Byakko’
Dawnhaven - The Temple of Aelios The Day the Blizzard Broke - Morning
Ranni moved to start towards the large man, aiming to stop him from getting involved with Dyna's business; yet soon found her progress halted by a sudden grip of her hand. Enough to freeze Ranni in place as she turned to cast a confused look back towards the source. Celine. The woman was holding onto her hand, fixing her with a look that seemed to be pleading with her not to go. A vulnerable look, almost, that struck a certain part of Ranni's heart. One she herself knew she'd worn before, and one she'd seen many of the younger orphans wearing as well. In that moment, the Priestess knew she had to let Tia and Dyna fend for themselves. She couldn't very well abandon somebody in need, else what kind of Priestess would she be? Ranni looked back towards Celine and listened closely to her words as she pleaded for them to step outside. The Priestess gave a small nod towards Celine then gestured for the woman to lead the way towards the door. When Celine started off, Ranni followed along immediately. Wondering just what it was that made Celine's presence a danger to Tia.
As they turned to leave however, Ranni turned to watch as Dyna moved past. Escorting the same blonde man that they'd seen earlier that day out of the Temple, and earning a look of confusion from the Priestess. Yet she knew better, she knew that look on Dyna's features. If she was arresting that man, without even a hint of emotion on her features, Ranni knew that meant she was acting out of whatever she felt was best for the safety of the temple. For the safety of herself and Tia. She gripped Celine's hand tightly in her own, stopping Celine so that Dyna could escort her prisoner from the temple.
"Wait, let the Champion go first." Ranni said softly, ensuring to put a bit of a reassuring edge into her voice to portray a sense of calm towards the woman.
She then turned to cast a look towards Tia, wanting to ensure that the woman didn't need anything from her before she left with Celine. She happened to look back just in time, catching Tia's gaze just as the other Priestess was seeking out her own. She saw Tia's weak smile, and understood the intent behind it... no matter how unconvincing the smile itself happened to be. She had questions, worries, and she wanted to know just what had happened with that man Dyna had arrested. Yet she also knew from the look that Tia was giving her that now was not the time for that. So, Ranni offered her own little smile and made an attempt to project a feeling of calm towards Tia. Hoping to reassure her fellow Priestess.
Then Ranni turned herself back towards Celine and offered the other woman a polite smile and a gesture towards the door. "I apologize for the holdup, shall we?" She asked softly, giving a gentle bow of her head as Ranni started to head towards the front doors of the temple.
Only to pause once more as the hulking behemoth of a man caught up to the two women, and before Ranni could even speak up; her companion seemed to hand the issue by telling him to stay with Tia.
Then the minor delay was out of the way, and Ranni was free to lead Celine out of the front doors. A short walk later, the two remained close to the temple but stood near an exterior brazier. This one serving less religious significance than the one inside, and instead served to help those outside the temple stay warm. Holding her hands out towards said flame to warm them, the Priestess cast her gaze up to give Celine a long look. "Better? Can you tell me why you felt your presence was a danger?" Ranni asked softly, her eyes staying locked with Celine's.
Dawnhaven - The Jail The Day the Blizzard Broke - Morning
By Aelios does he ever shut up.
Ever since the man had been thrown into his cell, he had done nothing but poke and prod. Talk and jab. Tease. The man spoke and spoke as if he had all the secrets of the world in the palm of his hand. As if by one simple interaction he'd understood her perfectly. Were Dyna anything lesser than her calling, the Champion might've even caved and fired off any number of biting remarks that floated around in her mind. Yet instead, the woman remained silent and stoic. While her attention remained firmly on the man, it was clear that nothing aside from unfeeling professionalism would make its way across her features. Still, a small voice in the back of Dyna's mind couldn't wait until the guards returned to keep a watch on the prisoner. Albeit, Gadez did earn a slight hint of reaction out of the Champion when he mentioned the idea of bringing the Clergy Ranni's head. The hand that had been resting easily upon the hilt of her sword suddenly gripped it for a moment, squeezing as if to distract herself from something. A flash of anger, burning hot, flashed through her gaze. Were it that looks could kill, then the man would've been reduced to ashes on the spot. Yet, Dyna managed to reign herself back under control with the calming techniques the Order had taught her. Silent prayers to Aelios, and a mantra chanted in her mind brought her anger back firmly under her grasp. Even as Gadez continued prattle on, something about being a gardener and how she would look cute with a smile, Dyna returned herself slowly to that neutral professionalism. Hoping her outburst of anger hadn't been noticed...
Footsteps from down the hall drew Dyna's attention, and she noticed a guard finally making his way down the hall to relieve her. As he approached, she acknowledged the man with a simple nod... before he immediately started in with a round of his own questions and... implying she was once more there for the view of her prisoner. That implication earned the man a very unamused look from the Champion. Her response to his questions, however, were interrupted by the arrival of an older, brunette woman who introduced herself as the enchanter before getting to work on the anti-magic field. Dyna felt a slight shutter run over her body, as the comforting warmth that she'd long come to associate with her magical ability, seemed to flee in the face of the the woman's runes. Yet, still she remained outwardly unbothered by the feeling, having nothing but full faith in her training and physical ability should the need arise. Her attention turned back on the troublesome guard after a few moments, as Dyna noticed that he seemed to be waiting for her to speak.
"Threats against King Auric, and an attempt to implicate a Priestess of Aelios in his plot." She said simply, letting the weight of his accused crimes do all the talking. Letting it explain why his previous jests landed firmly on an unamused crowd. "This one likes to talk, don't let him get to you. I'll find the Prince, he should be informed of this development." Dyna said, leaving no room for questioning as she started to step past the guard and pausing at the door. "May Aelios' radiance give you strength." She said towards the man, assuming that since he seemed to recognize her for her order, he must've been Aurelian. Without waiting to hear his reply, the Champion made her way out of the jail. Searching first for a guard to hopefully point her in the direction of the Prince so she could pass along her warning...
Then found herself staring at a group of four guards running towards the West. Guards didn't typically run unless the situation demanded it, and that alone drew the alarm from the Champion. Stepping into their path, Dyna called out to the guards. "Whats the rush for, what happened?" She asked, getting an answer from the ranking member of the squad as he paused long enough to answer her while his squad ran ahead.
"A murder, Champion, I'm not clear on the details beyond a blightborn might've been involved and we're tasked to assist. If you're half the Champion that stories tell of your order, we could use your help ma'am." He said, before turning and running to catch up with his squad.
"Shit." Dyna swore, turning to run after the man to lend her aid. The Prince could wait, if there was a murderous beast on the loose, that needed to be handled before it could hurt anybody else.
Dawnhaven - The Temple of Aelios The Day the Blizzard Broke - Morning
Almost as soon as she'd welcomed them into the temple, the woman with the bunny-like ears seemed to stagger under an unseen force. Her ears drooped, and she clutched her head in her hand. At the same time, Ranni was assualted by a myriad of tumultuous emotions. None of which seemed to come from her own mind, but rather the woman before her. Then, there seemed to be a sort of... rhythmic calming effect. As if she were reigning herself in, and much more effectively than Ranni had ever done it. Still, the effect washed back over Ranni in turn. Her own mess of conflicting emotions slowly fell into the background, even as she started to question just how she was so certain that the feelings came from the woman before her. However, as the woman spoke, the young Priestess brutally forced those questioning thoughts from her mind. Ranni's gaze shifted to focus on each of the newcomers' gazes before landing back on the woman's just in time for the introduction of each. Celine. Ivor. Ranni made a careful note of their names and faces, a priestess needed to be familiar with those who might frequent her temple. She remained silent, listening to Celine's explanation, nodding along silently. Though the way that Celine trailed off left her next thoughts filled in by Ranni's own mind.
You saw my memory. You saw me die.
"Mayhaps." Ranni said after just a moment of silence. Her eyes locking with Celine's own and a sort of determination burning like fires within her eyes. "We might be similar. I can... hear my sister's thoughts, I think." She said softly, allowing a hint of vulnerability to show itself through her previous outwardly calm composure. A small shake of her head was Ranni's response to Celine's worry that what she said might just sound crazy. "We've both been... changed by our afflictions. Nothing seems too insane, least we can do is support one another." Ranni added, a comforting smile adorning her lips. Turning then towards Ivor and his offering, reaching towards him as if to accept the offering. A pleasant smile on her lips at his explanation of the offering. Truly, it was very sweet of him. Ranni regarded the hulking shape of the man, and found that her initial impressions off the man were horribly wrong. Ivor was a much more... pleasant man than his appearance indicated.
Then she felt a spark of anger, determination from the new place in her mind that Dyna seemed to permanently occupy. Immediately followed by shouting, a flash of light, and the sound of a door being slammed open.
Ranni spun on her heel towards the sound just about the same time that Celine and Ivor reacted to the sudden interruption. A small yelp left her lips as Ranni stumbled back from the large-framed man pushing himself past her to head towards the sudden disturbance that had ripped through the temple. As she caught herself, Ranni's tail flicked in visible frustration before she started after the man just as he was calling down the hall towards the disturbance. Ranni, however, already knew the cause of the disturbance. Her connection with Dyna sharing both her emotions, and the face of the blonde man who they'd seen at the inn earlier. Dyna had caused the disturbance, acting in her role as a Champion. "P-Please stop, sir! There could be danger, let our Champion handle the situati-" She called, being cut off by the emergence of her sister... escorting the blonde man from Tia's room.
Immediately, Ranni found her gaze searching past her sister and into the room. Hoping to check that Tia was okay…
Dawnhaven - The Temple of Aelios The Day the Blizzard Broke - Morning
The Champion's body tensed visibly as the blonde man reached for his weapon, only to relax and second later as it was tossed onto the ground. Her features remained neutral, unwavering, and unaffected as the man spoke. Smiling at her words, and continuing to prattle on as if he knew the secrets to all things. Yet, Dyna remained unmoved. Her gaze shifted for mere moments, locking with Tia's own to confirm the Priestess’ safety. Once she was satisfied, the Champion kicked the man's weapon out of the way without so much as a word. Her gaze flicked then from the Priestess down to the weapon on the ground, then back up towards her. A silent order, telling the woman to secure the weapon so Dyna could deal with the threat. She waited for the few seconds it took for Tia to collect the weapon, and start moving to stand with her Champion. She felt the hand on her arm, and heard the barely-spoken words the Priestess tried to convey. Words that fell squarely upon ears not interested in hearing them, as the Champion had already decided on the appropriate course of action. Her gaze shifted towards Tia’s own once more. A silent command, stop. The Champion's training overriding any sympathies she could've harbored for the woman, despite Tia being very much a sister to her.
The Champion easily brushed off Tia's grip on her arm, not a harsh move but a simple grip of the Priestess’ hand to move it away.
Then her attention shifted back onto the man before her, closing the distance in two strides. One gauntleted, strong, hand reached up to grip his wrist, and pull it down to his side. Wordlessly, she took a strong grip on his bicep to ensure the man wouldn't easily be able to run… should he be so inclined. ”Priestess, keep the weapon here. Once I return, I'll ensure it is properly stored until his fate is decided.” She said firmly, any hints of Tia's younger sister seemingly gone beneath the hardened surface of the Champion. Turning her attention back on Gadez, she gave a small push towards the door. ”Walk.” Dyna said, betraying not a single hint of emotion in her voice. As they passed through the threshold, Dyna noticed the veritable mountain of a man calling out to them and at the end of the hall. She also noticed Priestess Ranni, trying to stop the mountain from moving further down the hall. In silence, the Champion advanced forward until the two parties were within a comfortable conversation distance. ”No doctor is needed. Under the authority vested in me as Champion of Aelios, this man is under arrest. Please do not interfere.” Dyna said firmly, even as she heard Ranni chiming in to try to get the man to return wIth her to the woman he'd come in with.
Pushing past, Dyna escorted further out of the temple. Stepping once more into the cold darkness. A quick scan of the surrounding streets soon bore fruit for Dyna, as she noticed a patrolling town guard coming their way. No doubt wondering why she was escorting the man out of the temple.
As the guard approached, Dyna offered him a nod of her head as a greeting. ”Dyna Soliel, Champion of Aelios.” She introduced herself, turning slightly to show off the insignia denoting her rank. The man took a few seconds, but was clearly Aurelian as he recognized the insignia. ”Ay, ah… what's going on here then, Champion?” The man asked, still a bit confused by the situation at hand.
”This man is under arrest, threats against King Auric.” She said firmly, watching his eyes go wide with shock for a moment before continuing. ”Can you lead me to the town’s holding cells?” She asked, even as the man nodded rapidly and turned to start walking rapidly down the street away from the temple, and Dyna leading Gadez to follow on his heels. ”It isn't complete yet, but we've got a few cells up.” The man explained as they walked, giving the Champion something to think about as they made their way to the partially constructed jail.
Not long after, Dyna was guiding Gadez into one of the completed cells. The door locked into place, and Dyna was already looking towards the guard who'd escorted her. ”We'll uh… we'll need to keep constant eyes on him, and uh… can you watch him for now, Champion? I'll go inform the others and we'll get a proper watch set up.” The guard asked, and was already running off to report on the developments before she'd even finished saying yes.
With a long sigh, Dyna turned back to watch the cell containing Gadez. As she settled in to keep watch over his cell until the guard returned; Dyna allowed her mind to drift over the day's rather… dramatic events.
Aelios. She hoped things remained a little less interesting around here.
Dawnhaven - The Temple of Aelios The Day the Blizzard Broke - Morning
Dyna trusted Tia, but she didn’t trust the man with her. Something about him seemed… off to the young Champion. This, paired with her charge to always guard the Priestess with her life, led Dyna to step in and press her ear to the door just after Gadez had closed it. She couldn’t make out every word, certainly, but what she could make out was more than enough. Enemy of the Goddess, a Dream of Striking down King Auric? Her sworn oaths to both Church and Crown demanded this man not be let to prattle on further.
Nay, his very words were dangerous to Tia. Dyna trusted her to remain faithful and choose the right path… but the implications of knowing such a plot were too dangerous.
So she closed her eyes, pulling in a deep breath as she pulled her shield free. At the same moment, the Champion slammed her shoulder into the door with a thunderous impact. Bursting into the room with the practiced speed and power only known of a Champion. In the same moment, her shield was being raised towards Gadez. Tia’s eyes widened in recognition. On instinct, the Priestess turned away, the thick sleeve of her robe raising to block her eyes. A brilliant and blinding flash of light emitting from it as Dyna sought immediately to subdue the man.
A brief look Tia’s way confirmed the woman was unharmed, and betrayed the ferocious protectiveness with which Dyna had barged into the room.
None would hurt one of her family ever again.
Her attention snapped back on the man in question; ”By the charge of Aelios’ Will and Authority as her Champion, you are under arrest! Submit peacefully, or I will use force!” The Champion demanded, her voice booming with confidence of a trained Warrior even as she advanced, muscles tense for either a fight or to subdue the man.
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