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🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

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Roman Beneath the mask

Roman Ardur Ravenwood || 30 || Male

Beneath the mask

Appearance

Height:
6'6

Weight:
275 lbs.

Eye Color:
Blue

Hair Length/Texture:
Short almost in a military type of cut, always neat and well kept.

Hair Color:
Brown

Skin Color:
Tan almost bronze due to the forges fire.

Facial details(freckles, moles, etc.):
Other than bushy eyebrows and a neat, trimmed beard not much.

Distinguishing features:
Roman sports a mighty physique due to his work in the family forges and his diligent training, one that shows through his clothing. His hands are rough and covered in calluses with many small and large scars across his hands and arms. Roman can be imposing, intimidating, and looks like he would have no trouble holding his own in a fight.

Clothing Preferences:
When masquerading as a noble, Roman wears what ever fits the setting. Allowing him to blend in and not stand out. Always armed in some way but cleverly hidden, a necklace with a hidden blade, rings that lock together, hidden daggers or one shot pistols, even needles hidden under his skin in some places, Etc.

When on a mission he has two sets of armor he wears.
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Psychology

Likes:
< Quiet nights
< Good food
< Clear orders
< When a plan comes together
< Magic and Runic enchantments
< The hammer and the anvil
< Completing his missions with minimal casualty's

Dislikes:
> Micro managers
> Bad intelligence
> Wasting good soldiers
> His curse and bloodlust
> Poor trade deals
> Failing missions
> Disappointing the crown
> His blood bond

Sexuality:
Whatever is useful in the moment.

Hobbies:
Blacksmithing, glass blowing, leatherworking, ceramics, etc. Although mostly to reinforce the narrative of his "job" he does enjoy these things.

Life Goals/Dreams:
To be free of his curse and blood bond.

Personality Summary:
His mask, the smile he puts on to play lord Ravenwood, hides a cold, broken, and cruel man. Warped by his past and what he keeps at bay, calculating and merciless. He will steal, cheat, manipulate, lie, and kill whomever and whatever he must do to reach his goal if he has too. The weight on his shoulders threatens to crush him with every step, but he will keep moving forward as if he ever had a choice.

Strictly professional, Roman can be joyful at times happy even, but those times are few and far. He does care about his people and innocent lives that are outside of his mission parameters, not for some sense of being a hero. No, he will use that too if it benefits his goals. The deaths of bystanders are just harder to clean up sometimes and it gets in the way of making allies.

None of this is to say that he is a mindless killer. Roman at his core enjoys fighting, one of the few times he feels free, the occasional drink, and a good story. Yet, he is calculating, patient, and reserved. Killing outright rarely serves his goals but he will never be afraid of it. He is after all just a soldier without much for a moral code or care for what's right or wrong, only that the kingdom of Varian eventually comes out on top.

The only things that are truly his own to control are his emotions. Deep down he knows that he can be better, maybe even be free. That however is not something he can do on his own and he knows it.

Background

Current occupation:
Lord << Redacted >> of the << Redacted >>

Any past occupations?:
<< Redacted >>

Relatives:
Due to the Blood bond on their family/ top officials and the << Redacted >> of their people from an early age to be << Redacted >>. The birth rate per family is << Redacted >> than most holds. All << Redacted >> married families are << Redacted >>, half of which will be required << Redacted >>. The practice of having << Redacted >> in an << Redacted >> marriage is not unheard of.

> Father - Erick Ravenwood
> Mother - Brynhilde Ravenwood
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+ Sisters
- Sasha
- Sarah
- Hela
- Vigdis
- Kjellfrid
< Iduna - Died in a Industrial accident.
< Reka - Died from sickness at a young age.
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+ Brothers
- Erickson
- Brokk & Bruni twins
- Fafner
- Halvard
- Ivan
- Ruslan
< Sven - Died after getting lost in a storm.
< Egor - Died in a mountain climbing accident.
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Skills:
Roman has been trained from an << Redacted >> to be a << Redacted >>, leader, << Redacted >>, and << Redacted >>.

History Summary:
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Questionnaire

History

Did you grow up nurtured or neglected?:
This question doesn't pertain to me, I was instructed and taught who I needed to be.

When you were upset, where was your sanctuary?:
There are no sanctuaries for us, we will only ever have each other.

What were you like in your teenage years?:
Beaten to an inch of my life when ever I failed or disobeyed an order. so... quiet and attentive.

How close are you to your parents?:
Very.

Do you have any trauma that haunts you?:
Yes.

What advice would you give your younger self?:
Don't piss off the instructors... you never win.

Were you an obedient child or defiant?:
Obedient, not much of a choice there.

What is your biggest regret?:
Playing with magic I didn't understand.

Romance

Have you ever been in love? :
Yes, then I had to << Redacted >>.

What is most important in a partner to you? Describe your dream partner.:
It wont matter, whomever can be useful and do their duty.

How do you display affection? What is your love language?:
Pass.

Have you had your first kiss? What was it like?:
Cold, Harsh, And beautiful.

Do you believe in love at first sight? Why or why not?:
No, but it can be used as a manipulation tactic.

What does marriage mean to you?:
Duty.

Are you currently crushing on anyone?:
No.

Do you ever consider having children in the future?:
Yes, we will always need << Redacted >>.

Personality

Describe your ideal Sunday morning:
Peaceful.

What kind of person do you aspire to be?:
Kind... but its far too late for that.

What bad habits do you have?:
Answering questions like these.

If you could go back in time and change anything in your past, what would it be?:
Don't fuck around with magic, or you'll find out.

What is your greatest fear?:
Death would be heaven, Torture is a vacation, to live an eternal life would be hell.

What are your pet peeves?:
Try not to die on me.

When you are in a sour mood, do you like to be alone or with others?:
Its better to be alone, dont want to hurt anyone after all.

Are you more likely to fight with your fists or your tongue?:
Whichever is appropriate for the occasion.

theme songs:
Ode To Fury - Miracle Of Sound
Varien - Can You Feel My Heart

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Evening
Location: Pinebrook
Interactions: Dr. John @Conscripts
Mentions in order: Riona @JJ Doe
outfit: white long sleeve shirt with dark green vest, silver pocket watch, brown comfortable pants, leather boots. left arm in a white sling, dark brown leather duster and wide brim black hat for wet weather.

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Roman was quiet for the carriage ride to Pinebrook. His mind lost in thought while he watched the world go by outside. Going over the meeting with his people just before and all the pieces moving across the board, hiring Riona, sharing intelligence, and information and the report of some kind of assault on John Williamson. He knew what he had to do and he would see it done one step at a time.

The next step was to find either John or Riona. He needed to talk to john to confirm the reports he was given about their involvement the other night and get their stories straight. Then talk to Riona to see if she remembered anything from what he requested of her. The news of his impending trial was surprising. If anything, the king jumped the gun so to say, giving them time to get there information straight before questioning them. Maybe he saw it as a gift or mercy of some kind, this was something he would have to think about later.

What was strange was the reported severity of the injury to the guard that he assaulted. The reports he was given said the mans armor took the brunt of the attack and his injuries were light. Yet, they said the man’s injuries were significant enough to have a formal trial. Roman smelled foul play of some sort, character assassination was still an attack even if it was a subtle one. He knew the crown here wouldn’t outright come after him due to his families high standing with his own crown.

A benefit few truly new as to why but rumors circulated around the stronger Varian noble houses as to why the smaller Ravenwood house had such a high standing with the royal family. Rumors he did not care to think about currently. All the rumors did was make some of the other Noble houses wary of them. He didn’t blame them, there was good reason as to why many high-ranking military personnel where from his family. Fewer still knew why he was not among them being the oldest and heir to the family name.

What seemed like barley any time at all the carriage started to slow and his driver knocked on the wood to let him know they had arrived at Pinebrook. He glanced at his arm and frowned, it was still painful to move but with the help of his shaman and what Riona did it will be able to be used again soon. Until then it would remain in the sling hidden under his coat. At least it was a good spot to hide a blade if he needed it.

He didn’t fail to notice a few others looking at him a bit longer than the other occupants as he stepped out, plain clothes guards perhaps. He wasn’t going to disappear; it would be easy but out of character for Roman Ravenwood to try and run from the upcoming trial. However, he did spot one other man a little ways Infront of him, Dr. john just the man he was looking for.

Roman nodded towards the camp hosts and returned their smile as he approached his friend. Greeting the man with a simple nod and a smile. “Good evening, Doctor. Do you have the time for a private word?” stretching out his good right hand away from the rest of the departing nobles and their entourages. His voice lowering to a whisper for a moment, “I would like to know your recollection of events during the ritual.” He was sure that they both knew that he wasn’t asking the man to step away with him given their history. John was one of the few people here that had a grasp of who Roman really was.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Roman & Riona Part 1

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_{Morning of Sola 25, 1739}

After finishing her morning duties, Riona returned to the gardener’s hut to find that the supplies were running low. Snatching up a worn wicker basket, she set off for the woods.

Sunlight streamed through gaps in the leafy canopy, casting shifting patterns on the forest floor. Riona stepped carefully over moss-covered logs and through patches of ferns. Her fingers worked steadily, plucking plants and mushrooms while her mind drifted to the things that happened the previous day.

A twig snapped. Riona spun around to see none other than Lord Roman himself striding through the woods. “Lord Ravenwood,” she said, straightening quickly. Leaves clung to her skirts as she dipped into a hasty bow. “Good morning.”

This morning was busy and full of surprises. Roman had just finished getting the birthday gift for Drake Edwards finished and wrapped when their religious leader urged him to go to the forest. He needed to make sure that they had cleaned up all their ‘trash’ from the ceremony. The gift in question was one of their more delicate pieces.

A small dagger for personal defense but elegant, sharp, and light. Carved with the image of a feather in the dark wooden grip ending in a finely cut and polished emerald at its hilt. Its sheath was equally inlaid with an image of a turning page on a book. Included with this was one of their finest types of fountain pen’s, a combination of metal and marble with a hollowed emerald for the pen to sit in. The Edwards family crest was carefully placed on both pieces. This gift was one of many pre-made items made specifically for this summer, one only had to set the jewel and family crest in the item to complete it.

He would have loved to deliver the piece but that would have to be someone else. Their shaman, Astri Lund, was known to have a good sense for mysterious happenings or coincidences. She never knows what will happen but something will surely happen. Today this feeling was in the forest near where they conducted their ritual.

That was what brought him out here, not a bad day for a stroll. The forest was clear and calm. The citizens of the city didn't seem to venture off the path too often. He would have been to the ritual area sooner but made sure to circle back on his path a few times to see if he was being followed.

Even with his vigilance he was surprised by a familiar voice. A young olive skinned maiden wearing a simple dress carrying a wicker basket with many herbal ingredients in it. Her outfit matches his own simple outfit of darker and lighter greens and tans. Riona, a person he was actually going to try and seek out sometime this week. Returning her bow with a smile and a polite wave of his hand, “Riona was it?” he faked a guessing tone, “please don't bow or bother with the honorifics when it's just us. The only things different between us is a name and where we were born." He was genuine with his words.

Riona met her share of commoner-friendly nobles, but Lord Roman was the first this courting season to insist on speaking as equals. She eased out of the bow and smirked, “I see why Cal likes you.”

She closed the distance between them, basket swinging at her side, and craned her neck to meet his eyes. Damn, but the man was tall. Like trying to look a tree in the face. “What are you doing out here, Roman? Shouldn’t you be at a birthday party?”

The mention of callum gave him a slight smile as she approached. He took a moment to look her over, she looked cute in that dress. Her small stature with an almost childlike look about her that he found adorable in the light, yet he knew looks can be deceiving.

“I was reminded by my shaman that I still had to make sure that we didn't leave any refuse behind from our ritual.” pausing for just a moment, “Besides, I know what kind of parties those are, a chance for a lesser house to try and show itself off and gain some kind of favor… it's wasteful.” his own thoughts on the matter were true to him.

Letting that last comment sit for a moment before he spoke up again. “Speaking of Callum, do you know where he has been? I was hoping to run into him these last few days but this year it seems like he's going to make me work on trying to find him.” shifting out of his frown to a small smile as he spoke of his old friend.

“Oh, you know Cal,” Riona said lightly, “probably neck-deep in trouble as usual.” She didn’t go into any further detail than that. Friendly as the man was, she didn’t know how much she could reveal to him without it coming to bite her or Cal in the a**. Still, she threw Roman a bone, mentioning Cal’s visit to Lady Ariella in the dungeons and some family meeting he was summoned to. She shrugged. “He might still be in the castle if you hurry. Otherwise…” Her lips quirked. “Try bloodhounds?”

“So what are you doing all the way out here?”

“Me?” Riona hefted her basket. “Just foraging. Market prices can be highway robbery sometimes, so I usually try my luck in the wild first.” A thought struck her so she added, “Do you need help with the cleanup? It’ll go faster if you have an extra set of hands.”

He thought about that information but figured there was more to it, with Callum there always was, “I'm sure I'll get a hold of him at some point. Mostly to make sure that he wasn't spiraling down hill again… This was never his season. I do hope that lady Edwards comes out of this alright.” his voice trailed off while he looked into her basket once more at everything she had collected.

“Hmm” scratching his beard in a joking manner, “I guess I could use the company. I was going to search you out too in the next day or two so this gives us a chance to talk.” His words and tone did not conveigh anything unsavory at that last part. His calm and content body language didn't betray anything nefarious either, “Might just find more of those herbs for you too. What exactly are you after anyway?” he asked, bowing slightly but still in a humorous way as if he was inviting a noble lady to join him on his stroll.

Riona arched her brow. Searching for her? Why? But before she could voice that question, Roman asked his question first.

The theatrics drew a snort from Riona. “This and that. Nothing specific. Apothecary stuff.” She met his theatrics with her own, gasping dramatically and pressing a hand to her chest. Then she swept into a curtsy that would’ve made her etiquette tutor weep.

As they fell into step, Riona studied Roman from the corner of her eye. His gait was easy, relaxed—nothing in his demeanor hinted at ulterior motives. Still, curiosity gnawed at her. “So,” she ventured, “what did you want to talk about? Must be important if you were planning a manhunt for me too.”

Nodding along to her talking he did glance over his shoulder scanning their surroundings. Although he was relaxed and calm, the man didn't drop his situational awareness. “If you don't mind, do you think you could teach me about what some of these plants do?” The basic knowledge of the smaller varieties of plants was at the very least interesting.

“Yeah, sure.”

Bobbing his head back and forth as he thought about how to answer her. “Well…” he started, “I would like to talk to you about a job.” pausing for a moment to glance at one of the rings on his left hand, “it is a sensitive matter, but if callum trusts you then I will try.”

Riona’s gut clenched. Another “sensitive matter”? The last one had ended with her blowing up in Anastasia’s face and waking up with a headache.

“Well, I can’t tell you where Cal usually gets his shrooms from. But, if you’re going to pick your own, try past the city limits. The good stuff doesn’t grow around here,” she joked, buying time. Riona knew Roman wasn’t talking about mycology lessons. Whatever was about to be dumped in her lap, she needed those extra seconds to brace herself for it.

Please, she thought, don’t let this involve another death.

His gate changed slightly to a slower pace tilting his head one way then the other. It was clear he was listening or trying to listen for something but his gaze remained on her. Relaxed but studying her movements and expressions somewhat akin to an officer overlooking their soldiers for uniform infractions. It was almost like he was becoming someone else or that he was giving her a glimpse of his true self.

The weight of his stare pulled Riona’s spine ramrod straight, shoulders squared, chin lifted as if called to attention. She didn’t fidget under his silent appraisal.

“Mushrooms are of no consequence to us, we have plenty.” He paused for a moment then lowered his voice so that it would not carry into the forest, even going as far as speaking the native Dialect of Alidasht, <”I know that you can understand me.”> The words felt forced with no accent, like there was no emotion in the beautiful language at all. <”We have many eyes and ears across this city and the kingdom. We don't have very many in the Ivory tower where you work.”>

The smile on his face and relaxed posture was a strange match to the way he spoke, some may even find it unsettling. <”All I ask is that you occasionally give us information, what you see and hear. Rumors, whispers, maps, inventory, secret meetings, notable people that come and go. We will take it all.”>

Riona had seen this game before. Servants playing the spy, and spies playing the servant. Also saw what happened when the Crown’s men caught up with them. Or worse, Lady Morrigan. It always ended ugly.

But something about this request made her hackles rise. Then it clicked into place. Darryn: He was working for someone else too. Quack suspected a criminal organization; Riona thought it was the host of the secret party, or at least someone connected to them… what if that “someone” was one of the foreign nobility?

She pinned the Varian Lord with a hard stare. “Why?”

‘Good’ he thought, ‘not a no not a yes’ he would have respected the straight no but a yes without questions is suspicious. <”To do my duty, to maintain the security and safety of the Varian citizens in this city and kingdom.”> he stated with an unflinching conviction that carried in his hushed voice.

<”you know i have been followed by four different people this morning alone? We counted eight yesterday and two the day before that. By what we can tell at least three different organizations.”> He spoke as if these things were normal and not a threat at all.

<”The guards and undercover guards are trying their best but the look in their eyes gives them away, if you know what to look for. A lot better than last year.”> It was true they had come a long way in the last few years to be very competent but some of them gave the others away. Normally by just having that look in their eye like they were better than others or had some kind of hope.

He knelt down to pick up a random shrub and lift a part of it up toward her as if he was asking her a question about it. He was almost sure they were not being followed but one could never be too sure. <”The other has used the same people on a few different days which makes us think they are unprofessional, maybe some kind of rebel faction or insurrectionist movement against the crown. Not sure why they would be targeting me but I've made it a point to upset certain individuals.”> He fake laughed, stood back up and carried on.

<”The last is professional, using new people every day, different types of people from different walks of life. They are the hardest to spot and seem to be everywhere but are more concentrated towards the slums and industrial areas. We believe this is the criminal organization in the city…”> he paused for a moment with a sigh <”and there is more.”> The last part he said with a tone that was hard to make out, some combination of anger, dread, and resolve.

“Sounds like you’re very popular, Roman.” What she assumed was Quack’s people snooping around was one thing, but multiple groups? That was something else. “Makes me wonder what you did… or do backstage to draw such a diverse audience.” Riona didn’t phrase it as a question, but it was a question nonetheless.

There was a lot more she wanted to say, but she decided to wait until Roman finished. She crossed her arms, “You mentioned there’s more? What is it?”

Roman let out a short laugh, they were getting closer to where the ritual was performed. He could still smell the faint aroma of a bonfire in the air. “I don't do much backstage, that's not my job.” he spoke effortlessly, switching back to the common language. “I present myself as a well to do, aloof Varian noble and dignitary. Here to spread my business and attempt to raise the spirits of the downtrodden and make their lives just that much easier.”

Again he glanced at her, “I'm sure that we both know that that alone can rub people the wrong way.” another pause while they came upon the opening of the ceremony location proper. “There is definitely more I could share, but I will not do so unless we come to an agreement. We haven't even talked about payment yet.”

“... Since you’re asking me, of all people, to help you on this noble endeavor, and not the royal family, they know nothing about this, do they?” Plucking off the rose-tinted glasses that came with being Cal’s friend, Riona looked at Roman as one of the players in the game of politics.

“Look, I might not know much about politics, Roman, but I’m pretty sure what you’re asking me to do can get me tried and hanged for treason.” Riona continued, adjusting her basket, “Why should I risk my neck while you get to watch safely from afar, playing the aloof foreign dignitary?”

It really came down to that one question: Why ask her? Yeah, her mother was Varian, but he couldn’t possibly know that. There are plenty of other people he could’ve hired for this. Was it just because of Cal? And that thought spawned another—how in the blazes did Roman even know they were friends?

He didn't answer right away. She had some good points after all and he was effectively asking her to risk his life for him. Instead he kept walking silently. It wasn't for too long though until they crossed into the opening of the small field where the ceremony was held. “Give me a moment.”

It was clean aside from the charred pile of ash and charcoal from their fires. He noticed evidence of where others had come and gone the day before. Strange, none of his people reported coming back out here again, they were very careful with leaving trash behind.

Roman scooped up a handful of charred remains from the fire pit. He held the burnt wood and ash with care while he dug a small hole outside the stone ring and buried a small amount in the dirt. Standing, with his free hand clutching his necklace while he looked at the firepit. His grandfather's face flashed in his mind.

Riona tracked Roman’s every movement with her eyes, paying careful attention to what he touched.

“I know what i'm asking of you but we don't know how far up this goes…” his voice was quiet. He paused as he thought about how to answer, his gaze still fixed on the ash at his feet. “With how prevalent and organized the underworld is in this city and kingdom, it could be all the way up to the royal family or some of their top advisors.”

The answer to her second question took him a little longer to answer. His jaw clenched and unclenched as his eyes scanned her and their surroundings. “I am far from safety, Riona. I put myself in dangerous positions on purpose within what would be acceptable with my station so as not to draw suspicion.” his gaze seemed to dig into her again, brows furrowing, and a look of grim determination in his eyes.

“I am expendable. My people are expendable. The Varian citizens in this kingdom and this city are NOT. Neither are our friends or those who help us.” Each word was punctuated clearly, Romans right hand clenched as he felt his mark set ablaze in his skin, turning his knuckles white. “This is how we pay our debt, This is our way.”

Another pause but it was to make sure she understood what it was that he was saying, what it meant. “Like I said.” his voice and demeanor relaxed again, “Callum has mentioned you before whenever we were drinking. If he trusts you I can try. I can not divulge any more details until you accept.”

A flicker of satisfaction warmed Riona’s chest. She fought to keep her expression neutral, but inside, she was grinning. So Cal had been talking about her, even before their friendship got the official stamp of approval.

His eyes glanced at a nearby tree and a thought came to mind, “if you accept I can tell you that I will give you the same offer I am going to give Callum and something you can use against me if you truly need to.” A gamble? Absolutely. This entire summer was a gamble but trust is given not earned. This still doesn't mean she can be trusted with everything.

“I get it,” Riona said when she was sure that he said all that he wanted to say. “But don’t act like your status doesn’t give you more protection than those who don’t.”

She cocked a hip, resting a hand on it as she eyed him. “That was a nice speech and all, but it’s your choices when the wolves are at our heels that’ll show who you really think is... expendable.”

Her gaze dropped to the ground as she mulled it over. A teasing wind danced through the trees, tugging playfully at her skirt and the loose strands of hair that had escaped her braid. She absently tucked a wayward curl behind her ear.

“So just to be crystal clear,” she said, glancing back up at him, “you want me to keep my eyes and ears open, but you’re not expecting me to go sticking my nose where it’ll likely get bitten off, right?”

He took her words to heart and knew he would have to show her that he meant what he said. Which means he has to keep his word. Not an impossible task, still he knew that he wouldn't be able to bring everyone home at the end of the summer there would be casualties. Hazard pay helps with that.

Roman nodded at her question, his stoic posture and gaze unchanging, “Correct. I don't need highly classified information from you, I can hire someone else for that.”

Another pause as the forest moved with the wind around them. He could tell she was thinking it over. This was good, most people these days lacked the ability to take a step back and make important decisions that have long standing consequences. his left hand slowly slid to his waist to grasp something.

For another while, Riona didn’t say anything. Then, she finally nodded. “Okay, I’ll help.”

Black Clover: Fool's Arcana

im lurking here and there. im just having trouble writing right now, i dont want to drop completely from the rp but just take a pause for a bit.

Black Clover: Fool's Arcana

im dealing with some medical stuff on my end but im trying to work on keeping up with posts.

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

yeah dealing with a foot infection so ill work on my reply tommorrow

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i rolled for it and he did not notice your attempt to help lol
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Black Clover: Fool's Arcana

Rio Vega

// Colosseum //

The chaos was well, chaos. It was delightful and Rio felt it. The energy, the strife, the show was intoxicating. Flying, rolling, dodging, aerial maneuvers he tried his best to replicate with a smile on his face. Magic and mages alike tumbling through the air and using all sorts of magic. He was faster than some of his peers, being small did have its benefits. And its consequences. While he did find it fun to dodge incoming magical attacks, he was blindsided by a bull of a young youth such as himself.

After correcting himself, Rio dashed after the larger boy that looked like he was about to break his broom. On top of that he was using a weird lightning spell that he was sure he was going to hit himself with. Acting quickly the boy created a small, slanted barrier to divert the path of the electricity back into the quagmire around them.

Quickly catching up to the larger boy Rio laughed circling above the larger boy upside down. “Let’s get them together ok!? I’ll keep us safe!” He said with his somewhat high-pitched voice. “I think this test is to see how well we work together with strangers.” Rio glanced around to check for any other danger. He could see a few people had already caught their angel spheres and were idly just floating around waiting then some others had barely gotten off the ground. Surely this wasn’t just about how well they could all fly, wasn’t there someone important from the legends who couldn’t fly a broom either?

It didn’t seem fair to him that the others still on the ground wouldn’t get in just because they couldn’t fly. “wait” he said to himself, “the rules guy didn’t say anything about forming a team… only that you had to possess a sphere…. So would it count if the team had a sphere?” for just a moment he glanced to see the few others that had still not quiet yet got themselves off the ground.

maneuvering to be right next to the bigger kid. “Hey!” he yelled, “lets get these two then go back down and team up with the others on the ground. The rules dude didn’t say anything about not being in a team!” focusing back on protecting the duo and trying to catch the spheres.

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Black Clover: Fool's Arcana

im working on my post

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hey no worries on my end lol... now to make a fun response for both.

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