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Grimoiric Heart

The Devil takes her due.

Grimoiric Heart

Might have to wait a bit to find a good place to hop in, hah...

@Majoras End

We’re moving away from the current scene now so it won’t be too long.

Prophetiae Adventum: Envoys of the Pantheon

What a lovely day for a stroll. The sun was bright and the wind was fair. It was rather astute weather for Coris all things considered. Crimson eyes flickered around to take in the sights offered by the merchant kingdom. They shifted with little hesitance but with a drawl that betrayed their calculated thinking. Yes, this was a very lovely day and Rean whistled kindly to herself, unsure if it came by instinct or if Reemis had a sense of humor. It must have been the latter; after all, her departure from Nuniel territory was laughable in itself.

Truly, nothing of excitement happened-and did it ever on the start of such journeys?-in her travels. Or, well, nothing she figured would excite the other Envoys. She recalled how easy, how boring it had been to just slip a note to her family and leave the libraries in their care. They didn’t even question her intent, merely assuming her long trek to be one in the pursuits of knowledge. She supposed it was in a way, but that was in the past now. She was satisfied for now to simply enjoy the lovely day. She stretched and took in the sky, beaming to it a small smirk.

Coris never did change despite the threat of looming war at its doorsteps. Not even the mad ramblings of a Dragonborn could rouse the people from their stupor; or maybe they were planning in secret to raise pitchforks on the warrior? Exciting indeed, and Rean felt an extra rush of exquisite sensation just noting the Dragonborn from a distance. All Envoys could feel out their kin, could sense their own among the raffle of civilization. It was this instinct that drew her near following the Dragonborn and soon others until she reached the Red Snapper tavern at last.

“Terrible name,” Rean mused to herself. She patted the Devulga by her side just once to make sure it was still on her person before she entered the rather mundane location. “Ah, at least I’m not the last,” she remarked with a too big, too sly smile as she spotted the Dragonborn once more, now accompanied with others. All of them were Envoys, of this she felt immediately. Funny. It almost felt like one big family gathering. Despite their differences and conflicting virtues, they were still practically gods in mortal flesh and living vessels of the pantheon.

There was some kinship there that fleeted across Rean’s chest. And then it was drowned out by the rampant approval of drinks and food made out on the house. “Now isn’t that how to make an appearance,” Rean said as she approached the group and gave Liora her grin. She boldly flagged down a random waiter to craft her own order of exquisite breads and cheeses with the thickest goblet of wine until it nearly resembled blood. Then she turned back to her merry group and found a seat among them.

“I would have thought you’d be the one to indulge in the grand spectacles Agamemnon,” she said in the mix of astonishment and a whisper. Rean looked directly at Lutatia with her fist on rested under chin and a bemused expression. “Oh, are we not supposed to do that? Well, we should get the introductions out the way before the whole kingdom finds us. I think you may have upset a few people earlier Anhur.”

It was truly a lovely day for a stroll.

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@Majoras End

I don't see anything wrong in her CS. My only word of notice is she feels like she should be an Altered Magical Girl since she's taking after more the Wolf than actual Little Red Riding Hood. But I can also see she's taking on composite traits from the whole story so in that case, I think she's fine as is. Wait for @KoL's thoughts.

Grimoiric Heart

There’s no rush so take your time.

Prophetiae Adventum: Envoys of the Pantheon

The Red Scholar

REAN WESTFALL

Envoy of Reemis | Scholar | 26 | Human | Neutral Good

Coatless

SKILLS:
• Unspoken Scripture: First and foremost, above all else, Rean is a scholar. Although she dabbles in the arcane and has even picked up the blade to better defend herself, her true passions and skills lie in the texts. Years of experience have made her adept in transcribing, translating, and overall making clear what is unknown from common knowledge. She has a unique specialty for language, though how much of this is of her own making and not boons from the gods remains to be seen.

• Arcane Nature: Despite her inherent nature for the finer things in life, Rean's life has taken her down the arcane path. All of this can be traced back to her initial interest in the Devulga and through it she's able to channel a number of fascinating spells to her quarry. Although she is no fighter, she's adept in magic enough to get by and keep herself alive when her scholarly antics lead her to less than savory explorations. Because all of her spells are channeled through the Devulga, they manifest as a deep crimson coloration befitting of the scholar's preferred fashion choice. It's very coincidental.

• Culinary Arts: The pitfalls of any scientist, tutor, or really individual of the learning craft are universal. It is not uncommon for those devoted to their work to neglect their own mental state and health for the pursuit of their studies. Thankfully, Rean has enough foresight to at least keep herself fed. As such she's become quite the remarkable chef by upbringing and her own curiosities in what meals were efficient. Despite the near-callous nature of her meal preparation, she's actually had little complaint when her dishes are tried by others. Had she any more foresight she might consider a secondary career in the culinary arts.

GEAR:
• Devulga: A magical tome bound in “wine-soaked leather”, the Devulga is a family keepsake for the Westfalls. Rean herself doesn’t quite understand its origins or its secrets, but it remains both a journal of recording for her studies and as a magical conduit for her spells. The tome itself sometimes acts as if it holds a mind of its own, though Rean holds theories for this explanation. The most prominent speculation is the tome acts as a possible link for Reemis to contact her through the physical world. Whatever the case, the Devulga is Rean’s most faithful companion with a variety of spells of which include summoning crimson bursts of fire and energy, conjuring red winds, creating blood-soaked spectral “limbs”, and finally a darker breed of magic whose contents are whispered only in hushed tones.

• Steel Sword: Very aware of the dangers of a changing world, it wasn't unreasonable for Rean to pick up the art of combat. Thus, she carries with her a prim steel sword for those rare occasions when words have no effect and magic cannot simply erode away the obstacle in front of her.

• Crimson Coat: A red coat gifted by her family. Rean is seldom seen without it as it is her usual choice of travel attire over her outfit. The coat is properly taken care of whenever Rean gets the chance with little crease or wear to show for it. It's a rather reliable and robust piece of companionship, able to power its owner through the most incremental of weather.

FLAWS:
• Curiosity Kills: Strictly speaking, Rean is no fighter. When faced with anything requiring physical needs she'll often deviate the work to others much more capable. Indeed, she only learned basic swordsmanship as a necessary survival tool. Although she specializes in magic more than other forms of combat, all of her spells are mitigated and channeled through the Devulga. Should a dangerous situation present itself to her, you'll find Rean the first to flee or at the very least, let someone else handle the problem.

• Misplaced Devotion: Sadly, even Rean may fall to the seduction of her own work. Like any alchemist on the break of a new miracle or a magician grafting a new spell, Rean is also prone to losing herself devotedly in her studies. More prominently, if she has her mind on a goal or something to achieve, she will toss away whatever else she's doing in the pursuit of that new boon. The results often lead to messy outbreaks in her wake as well as quite a few people more than annoyed with her, from their perspective, unapologetic ways. Being a successful people person is often a fifty-fifty shot with her.

• Double Nature: Rean is, for the most part, a law abiding citizen. While she can be ignorant of other's feelings or even headstrong into her own goals, she's often more eccentric than outright malicious. However, there are times where her curiosity and interest in whatever she's studying briefly override her morals. It's so much more interesting, so much more efficient to take certain paths that may be frowned upon by others. But what is the sake of the individual to the greater good? Sometimes, sometimes Rean may cross a line to gain her answers. How much of this is of her own choosing or of a result by Reemis remains to be seen like many things about her.

BIOGRAPHY:
• For as long as anyone could remember, the Westfalls have always been a respectable family who pooled their life’s works and resources into the many libraries they hold monopoly over. Thriving within the Nuniel Empire, the Westfalls were acknowledged in no short part due to their wealth of information. The majority of libraries that dotted the empire, of course, listed their name as owner and benefactor. Despite being looked down upon by the military culture of Nuniel elites and higher-ranked families, the Westfalls remained a popular household name for the poor and others deemed as such.

Thus, Rean-if she could even be called that-was surrounded by family books and scriptures for as far back as she could remember along with the numerous other texts the Westfalls coveted and collected. She didn’t know when it happened, when the Envoy of Reemis, God of Vengeance, melded into her flesh and became one with her being. And yet, it must have been extremely early in her life, of this much she reasons. There was always something off about her, even among the rest of her family. Whereas the Westfalls were a mostly private bunch, sticking to their texts and dusty libraries, Rean always sought more, to explore more, to seek out more.

It wasn’t very long before such ambitions grew out of hand and she felt compelled to leave the empire’s territory for her own purpose. Of course, such purpose was by the hand of Reemis, of the Envoy that puppeted her flesh. The desire to find this prophecy, to contain it, to learn more about it fueled her harder than any other passion in her life. Driven by her own curiosities and compelled by this prophecy, Rean eventually found herself in Latis.

Oh, she was curious indeed to meet her fellow Envoys, to discover what the gods truly had in store for her. Curious indeed…or perhaps it was some desire of selfishness and respite just as the god who claimed a piece of her denoted. Whatever the case, she was sure it’d no doubt at least be amusing. Still, she wonders, why would the God of Vengeance ever find any interest in her…

???: Secrets of a time yet to come.

Tower of Fable

An audible click of disapproval was the only notice of the JSTR’s thoughts to Kanbaru. Between the mania of events surrounding them and Kanbaru’s own deadlocked determination, that sentiment was difficult to get through. The living virus felt annoyance not at Nephuna’s insistence to survive and exist-no, that was more interesting than anything else-but by its host’s reliance on external force. The Serei Cards; their very nature of the Tower’s creation made the JSTR hiss in disgust. They didn’t need their power, her power. They could rip apart the specimens by themselves. All the same, it didn’t stop its host from her actions.

The JSTR allowed Kanbaru to call upon other powers if only to end this strife quicker. It poured its own malice and visceral nature forward as a tool to wipe the data clean of any slate and presence of the fusion. A similar dichotomy was held in marker just feet away. Darkness and Death worked hand in hand as Thomas decimated what was left of Nephy’s ancestors under Kanbaru’s attack. Marianne grinned and leered with outright madness, the swelling of an off-tempo piano ringing somewhere in Thomas’ ears. Gunshots filled the air as death encapsulated every bullet, lined and fueled by the darkness Thomas wielded.

Marianne’s singular Gold Eye shined in sync to Thomas. The undead fools who sought to claim their own time again were nothing in comparison to the purity that was Chaos, Chaos that fueled the destruction gifted to Golden Eyes. It was Chaos that ate away at their forms and seeped into their data, claiming the residual bits left from the remains of Kanbaru’s outright onslaught. It was Chaos that spurned Marianne’s goading of Thomas to push forward and continue their frenzy, a dance, a serenade, a waltz to Death itself. The battlefield, if it could even be called that, was coming to its roiling point and it wouldn’t be long before the higher powers that be actually did do something.

Katie ruminated on that eventuality as she felt her cousin appear beside her. “It’s a long story, but you can probably guess it from what’s going on,” she told Erika before pointing at Nephuna, or at least one of them. “See that? That’s a fusion between an undead wolf and a time demon. Data copies of this Floor. I can only assume they want out and want to become real people. The issue is trying to blow up the damn Floor with everyone else on it.” She stole a gaze at Erika, watching for a reaction and hand twitching on Pendragon’s handle. She wasn’t above putting her cousin on the list of enemies if it meant preventing their own deaths, especially when she knew death was an inconvenience for the Valkrie.

“You realize what’s going on right. What this place is, who runs it? It’s only a matter of time before you know who shows up and pulls the plug on this Floor. You can help us damage control or you can get in my way. I’m sure your Vassals would tell you the sensible option Erika.” Before she could continue talking sense to her cousin, Katie realized the music was still playing and turned to see her own personal acknowledgement from the fusion.

“Show off,” she replied with dead disdain, Pendragon slung on her shoulders. “Yeah? And you’re a bitch,” she followed up with from Nephuna’s reply. She could only imagine it was Runa talking down on her; her eyes narrowed at that smirk and before she knew it a glint skidded in the air right towards her. Katie was quicker and smacked it away with a slash from Pendragon, only for the spear to embed itself into the ground. With it came a pool of pure gravity, a sprung well of a black hole that manifested under Katie and Erika’s feet. It expanded, seeking to consume all things, light, data, and lives of each-

“Are you kidding me?” Katie almost felt an urge of laughter come to her lips and she swore this ridiculous Floor was driving her crazy. Or maybe it was something else. Indeed, a quick look from Erika would reveal her cousin’s timelines were….disjointed. Unstable and crashing on each other like black frothing waves. The well of gravity beneath them held no effect other than putting on a lightshow. Katie stabbed Pendragon in the nexus of it and like a vacuum the blackened power was greedily consumed by the sword, a dark presence emanating off Katie’s shoulders.

“You really think something like that had any effect on me. Me,” she said with bitter irony as if she couldn’t believe Nephuna could be so stupid. “I think there’s your answer right there Erika. She’s hellbent on killing us all. It’s us or her,” the envoy of Energy and Space growled. She was tired. So tired. So very tired of all of this. Katie leapt forward for Erika to decide but she was done and she expressed this through a feral and spectral black-scaled arm forming over her own. Large and growing ever still, its palm clamped over Nephuna’s face just as she reached the Floor’s Heart.

Then she squeezed as real energy, real gravity, real space poured outwards from Katie to fusion. Her spectral claws gripped as Nephuna’s head, blackened power built up more and more. Katie all but snarled, tired of this Floor, tired of dealing with everyone’s antics, and tired of everything else. Another arm manifested with its clawed tips stabbing through Nephuna’s abdomen. It sunk through data and true flesh and clasped onto the essence of wolf and demon. Then she pulled with a horrendous ripping action on either side in two directions until she saw the seams of their beings be split one by one.

“I am tired. Of. Your bullshit.”

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Grimoiric Heart

Charlotte was all smiles and waves towards Bonnie. Admittedly, she didn’t expect the girl to participate in the night class when she was a good deal older and more experienced than some of these fresh girls. Her roommate certainly seemed not to need it given her role as a spectator. Still, it never hurt to practice teamwork and coordination, especially with what she saw today. Charlotte made no comment on that when Chinami spoke the better half of it for them. As Bonnie departed and joined the mayhem down below, Charlotte felt another presence.

Ah. Now there was a Grimoire she hadn’t sensed in quite a long time. She had a good idea who it was that was approaching the observatory area and indeed those thoughts were confirmed with Maria’s appearance. Charlotte turned a cool gaze towards her. “Maria huh. I do believe this is the first time we’ve met face to face. Must be shocking coming from girls as old as us,” Charlotte joked with a hand offered and a skittish grin. “Soooo, lemme guess. You must be Lucette’s replacement, right? Well, lemme tell you, these girls are quite the handful this year.”

A resounding explosion of magic and the scraping of metal echoed down below them as if emanating her point. Charlotte casually glanced behind at the arena to note the girls were already mobilizing. At least they knew enough to act when an enemy was in front of them. The display made Charlotte chuckle. “What do you think of them? Despite being crude, they’re rather resilient at least hm?” The question was aimed at both Maria and Chinami and she waited for an answer by the both of them. After all, she had nothing better to do but watch and gossip.

“Though, I take it, you’re also here because of the Pageless activity, no?” Charlotte added for Maria. It was no surprise and to be expected. Although the Grand Ministry didn’t make quite as big of a deal of it as she expected, it was still a point of contention and the reason why foreign girls like Valeria and Maria were called back to the Ministry’s soil. It was almost as if the Grand Minister felt she was preparing for….something unseen.

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@Licht

We can take in one more person, maybe two, so feel free to lurk around.

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@Siber

The second image makes more sense visually if she's being based off the Owl. As for her abilities they all check out to me so. We'll wait for the revised CS to give it a full look.