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Isa


Isa sat in her seat, tapping her foot on the ground and watching idly as the other runes entered.

"Miss Memoli.
Mr Roux.
Berkano.
Tiwaz.
Algiz.
Sowilo."

She gave a short nod to each as they entered the room.
Evidently, Isa had been doing her research on the files.
Enough that she could pick up on each individual's rune without concentrating too hard.
Most of her attention was given over to marking down data from her recent experiment into a notebook sat in her hands. Isa wasn't especially pre-occupied with making small talk at the best of times.

It was all a means to an end, really.
The quicker the new arrivals could get used to how things worked the quicker they could become a functional force.
And the quicker the power of Heimdall's Aett could boost her own abilities, which she'd be lying if she said she wasn't keen to try.

But first they had to try and get these people up to standard.

Right-ooo think my wyrm is about done!
Blessed HQ - Courtyard


The acquisition department was an area of the organisation that deal with some interesting requests from time to time. A lot of the expected things, weapons, body armour, ammunition, but sometimes slightly more unusual things were asked for. Icelandic sheep blood. The skull of a white crow. A wolfskin that had been hung from a yew tree under the like of the first full moon after midwinter. It could be pretty eclectic.

So when a certain request was made for a skateboarding half-pipe, and about fifteen different kinds of shoes, they fulfilled with a lack of concern...and perhaps a certain degree of interest as to exactly what it was intended for.

The Isa Rune perched on the top of the wooden structure, her legs folded beneath her and a pair of black trial boots resting in her lap whilst she worked in the soles with a scalpel and a screwdriver. A few minor adjustments to the formula. The flexible sole should allow for the blade to be pushed in and out by pressure to the toe and heel respectively, and the built-in shin-guard would prevent any problems arising from stray edges. Last thing you wanted was to catch and ankle and end up bleeding out in the field.

And that seemed to do it. Isa paused for a moment to regard her handiwork, before slipping them on and rising to her full height at the top of the ramp. She took a moment to adjust the camera mounted at the top, and commended the recording.

"Isa Rune, Tactical Manoeuvring Experiment, Iteration 6. After extensive study ice skating of I've altered the use of the most promising boot samples to have small retractable blades in the sole to allow my to direct myself effectively."
With that, the young woman stepped to the edge and sprang from it, as her feet hit the vertical surface, the painted wood bloomed with ice and she slid down at blistering speed, hit level ground, passed it and was thrown up the other side by the momentum. She let her boots leave the surface entirely, managing a quite turn in mid air before she came to stand across from where she'd commenced her trail, a shimmering stripe of from left to mark her progress.

A glance at the clock. Four seconds.

Not bad.
Could be improved.
But not bad.

She would have liked to make a second attempt, but duty called. There was apparently supposed to be some sort of 'meet and greet' with the other runes. Of course Isa was pretty intrigued at least, having spent the better part of her possession of her abilities with no equals at all, but at the same time...for the better part of her possession of her abilities she'd had no equals at all. She suspected most of the conversations she truly wished to have with these people were not for this point in time. Frustrating.

She packed up her things, though retained the shoes on the basis of expediency, and made her way to the room in question.
The young woman walked in the her usual brisk, pace, offered the smallest of nods to the guard on duty, and took a seat.

It was a big day.
Another economic nod.
"Laguz."
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Cheers! Transferring over to character tab shortly.
(I'm grabbin Isa. Sheet to follow!)


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