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Her imagination guessed on what the Wtich Queen looked like, with each new mental image becoming progressively more horrifying. Thankfully Zell nudged her out of it, drawing her gaze onto his. His words were exactly what she needed to hear. She wanted to sit and think things through, but her mind was drawn to self-defeating thoughts of what was to come. There was wisdom in his advice, and his confidence was infectious. A smile fought through her worried expression.

"...We're going to be alright. Okay?"

She nodded. "Okay."

Thank God for macho dummies. Often annoying, always impossible, yet sometimes they were exactly the comfort a girl needed. As Frederick drew Zell's attention, MacKensie smiled to herself as she looked down at her drink, grateful for the group of friends she had around her - a vibrant mix of personalities that she found herself quickly growing attached to. Second Chance would prevail.

"You know, that fruit juice was probably a little on the cheap side. Not sure I'd feel right counting that as one of the drinks I owe you. How about we settle that debt another night?"

"Yes, I would like that," she replied. Then added cheekily, "And you cannot count that drink anyway, seeing as you paid for everybody's. I want two drinks specially for me only."

"You also owe me one too, now that I think about it. I seem to remember teleporting halfway across the battlefield to be your knight in shining armour. Yep. Seem to remember it quite well."

"Ah yes." How could she forget; One second the sword was coming down on her, the next, he was there. What a rush. It would be much easier to simply minus one of the drinks owed off of his own debt. But that would also be less fun. "Then I will buy you one only after I have recieved the two you owe me."

"So, it's a date then."

"It is a date," she agreed, returning his smirk, before suddenly realising what she'd said. The realisation wiped the smirk off her face and she felt herself turning as red as a wide-eyed tomato. "I mean..." she turned her nose up at him. "...you can pay for the drinks and then leave the vicinity so that I might enjoy them without your annoying bravado."

The visual of such a scenario made her giggle and broke the tension stiffening her body. Just then, James interrupted to let them know he was gathering everyone for an important discussion. "Of course," she answered him. Then she looked back at the swordsman and couldn't help but chuckle again. "You are incorrigible, Zell Brooks."

Once the party were together again and James told them about the High Septum's offer, MacKensie thought about it a little before nodding. "I think it would be wise to accept the help. An experienced warrior of the Church would be useful, especially for our next task. And, as an aside, we might risk unnecessarily offending the Church if we refuse."
@ZapdosTechnically, they've all already died once before. Two of them twice now. Chance also kinda saved them, with Aurok and Zigmund taking eachother out. Survival isn't their strong suit lol xD
@ZapdosOut of the loop :(

@Teyao Lol I liked the way he arrived at the conclusion with the accumulation of events and info over the length of the RP. Made it feel less metagamey. Very satisfying to read xD


MacKensie arrived at the inn, deep in thought. The dampened rumble of a boisterious atmosphere changed, as she pushed open the front door, to a volume that shook her from her thoughts. A half-hearted smile came automatically as she was infected by the good vibes, and when Zell loudly called for her to have a drink, she made her way to him.

"Nothing alcoholic for me, tonight, please," she said to the barman, then took a seat on a stool next to where the party swordsman was stood. "Just umm... some fruit juice perhaps?"

She had no idea what was available in this world. But right now, she didn't care, so long as it didn't inhibit her ability to think things through. So much had happened today, it was difficult to process it all. The battle was still so fresh in her mind, begging to be relived over and over again - the pain, the fear, Clive, Arthur... meanwhile, she had a mountain of information to sort through, regarding Source and guilds and wars and just about every ridiculous thing one could think of. She offered a quiet thank you to the barman when he brought her a glass of what she found out was grape juice once she tasted it. Then she stared for a while into the glass of purple liquid.

"The war is coming here, Zell," she finally said. "To Valhiem. That is what the Academy thinks. I'm not so sure how long we have left before we are dragged into it further."

'Further' being the operative word. They'd already been dragged into it. By the cube. By the assassin who was still out there - who MacKensie had a gut feeling they would still have to settle with. And now this city, this seeming haven of safety was soon to be engulfed in the chaos of battle they'd known for the last two days. "I feel that whatever our path to success is, to get Fenna and the others home - to maybe go home ourselves - that path might go through the Witch Queen." It was a worst-case scenario, but it felt like Second Chance had been on a collision course with the Witch Queen from the moment they landed in Hommas - the cube had merely marked the beginning of it. Every turn, every decision felt like She was involved, every door felt like She was hiding behind. "I hope I am wrong."
@SaiyanI was beginning to wonder if you'd pulled a Goblinguy on us xD


"Did your parents have red eyes?"

Lord have mercy, read the room, girl! MacKensie screeched, fortunately in her head.

Lillianna's outline of her theory was new. The Ranger hadn't heard anything about this dream before either. With a shocked look, she turned her blue gaze onto Clarissa, waiting with bated breath to see what her response would be, and the important woman would further add to the anticipation by leaving a short silence on the room for a moment. And then she gave nothing away, basically kicking them out with a quick thanks.

Well, it would be presumptuous to think that they would be kept in the loop. Second Chance's part in all this was done now. "Good luck to you, Clarissa."

MacKensie let her friends go first through the office door before shutting it behind them. The frenchwoman ought to be glad to be rid of that cube, but the lack of answers to it's mystery still bothered her. Not lack of answers about the cube itself, per say (while two of her group had died for that thing, MacKensie knew that she'd just get in the way, trying to hang around and be involved with whatever was required to investigate it.) But her nagging desire to understand the political situation of the continent in more detail, was back. It had been one of her own reasons for coming to the Academy in the first place.

"I forgot to ask..." she stopped a dozen steps outside the office, then half-turned back, before hesitating. Then she simply said to her friends, "There is no need to wait for me. I will find you at the hotel."

And with that, she went back on herself and knocked on the office door before letting herself back in. "Clarissa, I..." she walked halfway across the room, thinking about how best to word this. She had said nought but hello and goodbye since arriving on campus, leaving the others to do all the talking. Now it was just her, there was something of a weight on her shoulders in the presence of this powerful woman. "I know you are busy - you have been very gracious with your time already - but I must know: of the political situation in Mytheria." She endeavoured to explain. "My friends and I; we are completely blind to the details of this war. Where on the continent are the front lines? Why is the Empire unable to win a battle? Why is The Witch Queen doing all of this?" She stopped herself. "I'm sorry, I have so many questions. We are so very new to this world."
hello everyone. it is nice to write with you all


Hi Jay, nice to meet you xD


The grand arch of an entrance was a spectacle all on it's own, but the proceeding courtyard left MacKensie wondering if this might all be a dream. She walked with her friends, slowly looking all around, marvelling at the beauty and scale of the Academy grounds. In one sense, it felt like she was back in Paris, at university, but while the her campus sprawled for square miles over part of the city centre, there was no part of it quite as impressive as the pristine, enchanted courtyard here.

Fenna took the lead, politely accosting a man in robes who crossed their path. The gentleman was kind enough to direct them to the big building at the top of the courtyard - an impressive structure too. Had they not been here on the final leg of important business (business that had cost the lives of two of their group) then she might take time to gush over the architecture and aesthetic attraction of the decor, but as it stood, she silently followed into the building. At the very least, the tension in her shoulders had disappeared. Here she felt safe.

Upon finding the woman, Clarissa, MacKensie found herself wondering if everyone in this world was an utterly stunning beauty or tall and handsome hunk. Frankly, it forced her to acknowledge an insecurity in herself she'd not known since early adolescence. It wasn't a loud or glaring thought in her mind, but it was there. With her strength of will, she pushed such selfish and shallow thoughts from her mind as Clarissa led them to her office, feeling a little ashamed that such concerns were even in her when she was supposed to be such a mature and upstanding young woman.

When Clarissa finished with the letter and let out a quiet sigh, the look on her face made MacKensie suddenly realise the nature of the relationship between Clarissa and Lucy, causing the frenchwoman's eyes to flare and her cheeks to blush. It never took much to make MacKensie Trydant blush.

"MacKensie Trydant." MacKensie bobbed a clipped curtsy in response to the woman's introduction. "Nice to meet you."

Clarissa's reaction to the cube (especially when getting her tools and going to work on the object) should not have been surprising, when considering the state of the office they were in. MacKensie noted this as she watched, sparing a few moments of silence to look around at all the weird machines and apparatus around the room. Fenna explained about how the cube came to be in their possession, bringing back memories of the first battle. She had spent much of the duration with Zell on the wall, both of them discovering their skills and strength together in the chaotic throes of resistance. Fighting back to back, for their lives and the lives of defenseless men, women and children. It was many things, but 'intense' was one of the first words that came to mind. 'Exhilirating' was another.

"Any theories as to what it might be?"

Like Fenna, MacKensie immediately looked at Lillianna, who had warned them early on that The Witch Queen was after them. However the white-haired wizard had known such a thing (maybe a ghost told her?) the group had believed her and the prophecy came true at the worst possible time. Or maybe the best possible time - it was hard to know how events would've resulted if things had gone differently.

Clarissa's question and comments to Adam were rather rude, but MacKensie found herself happy that she'd asked. The frenchwoman had been wondering the exact same things. Adam's eyes were strange indeed. Perhaps on anyone else, such devilish features might look scary, but on Adam they were not. Even when she hadn't traded more than a few words to the young man, it was rather easy to tell that Adam was a well-meaning individual. He probably could have horns growing on his head and still his gentle soul would shine through (an amusing image.) Not surprisingly, Adam brushed off the question quickly and moved focus back to the cube. MacKensie wanted to tell him that he had beautiful eyes, but now was not the time. Also, she didn't think it would help. She was just starting to notice now that there was something wrong with the Druid. Everyone was hurting from the loss of Clive and Arthur, but there was something extra going on with Adam. MacKensie hoped he was alright.
Hello everyone, just wanted to let you know that I have decided to leave this RP. My reason is that IRL things have hindered my writing skills. I apologies for the inconvenience of leaving, i hope that i will be able to come back in a more relaxed mental state.


I'm really sorry to hear that, Evil. I hope everthing works out for you. Goodbye friend.
@Zapdos@LoksfjoerI meta-gamed it a little because of our ooc discussion, so Fenna, Adam and MacKensie are up the hill, but there's room for everyone to be there if they chose to come. Hope you don't mind, I can edit if it was a bit too much mind-reading.

Sorry Zapdos, I didn't see your question until I'd already done the post.
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