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Hm.. I may stop checking up on this RP if the pace doesn't pick up in a week or so.. but, those of you who are actively posting, I would love to RP with you all again. Maybe we could start a smaller RP together?
Cerise continued to listen to what Lukas had to say with a stoic look on her face. She had heard stories of the Shadowlands and the Immortal Nine from her mother as a child, but always considered them fairytale-like, not something that would ever affect her life in such a real way. Lukas made it clear that the group would have to rely on each others skills to survive, but Cerise doubted how useful she could be in battle. She had only held a sword once or twice before, and she wondered how well she would be able to use her magic under pressure. She sighed deeply, concerned with her usefulness to the group. She was always very confident in her job, but this was nothing like what she had spent the past six years training to do.
When Lukas addressed her directly and praised her talents and favor in the eyes of the Empress, she felt her cheeks warm. She imagined that they were a similar shade of red as her hair by the time he was done speaking about her. She lowered her head in embarrassment and turned just her eyes up towards Lukas, as not to be rude.
"Thank you for your kind words, sir."
She said quietly before he continued.
As he continued, the flush in her face faded, and soon turned pale. Traveling the kingdom? Destroying artifacts? Fighting terrible beasts? This was certainly not what she was expecting. But she had already committed herself to the cause, and she wasn't about to back down now. She tried to look at is as a chance to finally travel outside of Kathar. Since she had moved here six years ago, she had rarely left the Palace gates, let alone the city. The only other place she knew was Ronin, and the blur of forests and grasslands that she traveled with the soldiers between the two cities. She never imagined she would get the opportunity to leave Kathar again. She found herself nodding in acceptance of this challenge. Her life was pretty boring here, so she came to the conclusion that it would be better to die traveling and fighting for her kingdom than stay and wait for the Palace walls to come crumbling down.
"So, when do we leave?"
Cerise inquired, her voice sounding a lot more confident than she felt.
I just exhausted myself at the gym... so I'm just going to lie down for a bit and then I'll post :)
Mind of Madness said
I agree at this point it is time to push into another post, lest this role play will die.
Yeah... I'm going to be really bummed if this rp dies..
It's been two days.. Post, my good people! Post!
Hm, I'm intrigued by the dynamic that may be established between Jonah and Cerise
Ah, sorry, I was thinking something slightly more offensive >.>
AliceZaru said
Dear! Me, I wish I had such 'mind' to type such most I am soooooo jewwy :3
Jewwy...?
Mind of Madness said
Which assassin are you referring to might I ask? I need to know for my post.
Nerom, as he was the one addressing Cerise in his previous post.
Cerise had grown silent since she announced her entrance, still staring down at her staff and running her index finger along the small creases in the wood, so she was taken by surprise when the voice a few seats away from her spoke her name. She looked up at him again, trying to lock her bright green eyes on to his own. She had to squint to make out his face amongst the darkness, but even upon identifying him she did not recognize his face. His attire suggested that he was a member of the Assassin's Guild, a group she had little to no contact with. No doubt, however, he knew her. But she wasn't too put-off by this fact, she had begun to realize over the past year or so that she was almost a celebrity in Kathar, being the Empress's only personal healer, and quite young to be so. The man was polite enough to introduce himself, but she still had not learned his name. Cerise leaned her staff against her left leg and stretched out her right hand behind the chair between them to offer a shake.
"Good evening. It's a pleasure to meet you, despite the tragic circumstances of our meeting. May I ask your name?"
She said with the utmost formality. Her years working in the Palace had shaped her vocabulary considerably, as well as her mannerisms.
As she waited for a response, the man at the front of the room, assumed to be Lukas, began to address them. As Cerise listened to what Lukas had to say, she felt her mind wander away from this room, to Ronin, to her family. If what Lukas was saying was true, they could be in great danger. She yearned to see them, as she usually did on this day every year when the traveled to Kathar for the celebration. Do to all the commotion today, she hadn't seen them yet, and she doubted now that she would get the chance to again. She wanted so badly to take this opportunity to return home, and spend borrowed time with her family, now that she had no Empress to serve.
"So I ask you, stay or go, which do you choose?"
Lukas's words echoed in Cerise's head seconds after he spoke them. She knew she had to go. She may never see her family again, but she owed it to the Empress, to her nation, to support this cause. She finally understood, after all these years, why the Empress had always insisted on her training her magic to defend herself or others. A simple healer would not need those skills, but the Empress urged her nonetheless. She had always known that Cerise had a greater purpose, a role to play beyond being a caregiver. She found herself nodding in agreement with Lukas's request. She would do all she could to stop the spread of darkness, even if she didn't make it out alive.
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