#Sᴏɴɢsᴛʀᴇss ᴏғ sᴋʏᴡᴏʀʟᴅ {ic: ivy}

[galaxcias-archived]

@hxroic-wxlls - plotted starter

"It feels...lighter than I imagined." When the angel heard the term 'holy weapon' earlier, her mind had immediately thought it would be something...heavier. like a suit of armor or something of the sort. So when she had asked the captain of Palutena's guard to explain things to her, it lead towards this situation, in which she browsed various equipment... likely things earned on his journey.

Strength like that was admirable in the songstress's eyes.

"This is called a palm, right?" The colors that the violet palm radiated as it was equipped to her were radiant...It was almost easy to forget it was a thing of great power as well as beauty.

[dualwings]

Anon : *slams door open* Pit! Ivy! When are your birthdays?!

Unprompted asks : Always accepting!

      “N-November 5th!” Ivy blurted out. Both angels tensed up at the abrupt noise, and were equally shocked by the aggression of their question. 

      “December 19th!” Pit added. Before they knew it, the duo were answered the question, a bit concerned what would happen if they didn’t. Hopefully whoever this was was just curious!

[dualwings]

[Pit​]:

Pit had fully stepped into the light, looking at the songstress solemnly. He hated to interrupt her work - her music truly was a joy to hear, and judging by the soft melody and notebook, she had been busy composing. If Pit wasn’t so unnerved, he might have excused himself and slipped away.

He didn’t yet know Ivy well, yet he was glad she was here. Gone were the days of feeling alone, a living remnant of a bygone era. He knew only the vaguest details of her arrival, however - she had not been born an angel, but was a human soul who had been elevated by the gods.

It was this peculiar trait that Pit needed to speak to her about.

“…Not quite.” He quietly admitted, hanging his head. The lack of his laurel was obvious in the moonlight. Whatever his reason, Pit wished to be left alone by his goddess. “Do you mind if I sit with you?”

Not waiting for a response, he did so, crossing his legs and returning his gaze to Ivy. “I’ve been having a lot of weird dreams, lately.” He admitted. Lately being a relative term - these had been ongoing his entire life, but had picked up in frequency recently. “I…know it’s a weird thing to ask, and it might be uncomfortable for you - you can say no, and I won’t push it.” He hastily cut in before he got to his question.

“Can you tell me what living in the human world was like?”

      The lack of laurel upon his hair immediately made Ivy realize that yes, this was indeed an important discussion, if it was something he didn’t want the gods to hear. Ivy herself lacked her own laurel, as she didn’t want her song to be heard by anyone prior to any performances.

     Talk about a lucky coincidence. 

      Ivy gave a nod, a form of silent consent to his request to sit beside her. She scooted a bit to the side after their shoulders accidentally brushed, making sure to give the male a bit of personal space.

      “Weird dreams…?” Thoughts were fluttering through her mind, trying to piece together why he was mentioning this, or why he wanted to talk to her; she wasn’t a clairvoyant, she was a simple songstress, she wasn’t much else…what was it that he wished to talk about, something so important not even the gods were supposed to know?

      Ivy’s breath stopped for a moment when her unspoken question was answered.

      Oh.

      Small bits of her past seemed to come back to her; small, yet warm meals at Ilios house, helping Lula do chores around the orphanage, being the big sister to the younger tenants, their playful antics and fun-filled pretend sessions…peaceful times, being human. It had almost been 20 years since then, huh?

      “It was…all sorts of things. It was fun, full of hardships, and…just unforgettable.” As long as Ivy didn’t have to recall much, it never left too heavy of an emotional burden on her. But if talking about her past allowed Pit to receive the clarity he sought, then she would tell him. Her gaze softened as she spoke once more.

     “I’m sorry, That probably doesn’t help...Is there a specific point in time you’d like me to talk about?” If he was truly in need of answers, she could provide what information she could.

[dualwings]

@gentletwin​

      Ivy always seemed to be good at keeping spaces tidy. Perhaps it was a habit of hers. After all, it was something she did often at Ilios house. And old habits die hard. So here she was, dusting up the library within the large estate of the Smash Mansion.

      The female couldn’t help but think wow, having wings in this case was handy for dusting. but not to reach tight spaces, but to use as a feather duster! With this little trick, the bookshelf in the Smash Mansion’s library would be clean in no time!

      Of course, what she didn’t expect was for someone else to enter the room. Ivory wings returned to their folded position in her back, as Ivy turned towards the door, quick to give a friendly smile.

      “Oh, hi!”

[dualwings]

@graceful-cure-swan​

      Wow...talk about seeing double.

      While the female that stood before the blonde did not look exactly like her, she couldn’t help but notice that alongside blond hair and blue eyes, both gave off a similar aura... only to remember that yes, manners were a thing.

      “Oh! I apologize for staring.” The angel stepped back, bowing her head slightly, as a form of apology. “I couldn’t help but notice we have similar physical traits...I wasn’t trying to be rude.” If this girl had a similar personality to Ivy, hopefully she would be forgiven for her mishap.

[dualwings]

((tag dump : RP Related!))

[galaxcias-archived]

"I can see how they'd be useful!" Her wings perked up at her statement as she easily echoed his enthusiasm. Ivy mainly was grateful that she had this chance to have another crash course on holy weaponry. She wanted to be able to help the fellow angel if he was in need, too!

"Say, what other types of weapons are lightweight? I'm unfortunately not that strong so I don't know if I'd be able to carry a club or anything like that...."

“ I know, right? Honestly, when I first picked up one of these things, I thought it’d be heavier, too. “ With arms folded together, the brunette would happily overlook his fellow angel messing around with the weapon on her arm. It seemed like she was doing well with it, so far! That’s good. While he could handle each of his own tools with ease, he was a tad bit worried that she’d some trouble with them.

“ Palms are a very useful weapon type. While their range is nothing special, they have the best homing properties of any ranged tool! So, if you’re in a corner with a quick foe, this thing will dispatch ‘em with ease. “

Not only was it strong, it also looked EXTREMELY COOL! ...Maybe as the captain of Lady Palutena’s guard, he shouldn’t be geeking so much over his own inventory. But seriously, how could he help it??

[dualwings]

[Pit·]:

@dualwings·

Trudging through the lonely paths in Skyworld, Pit’s wings reflected the light of the full moon, making them almost appear alight. It was a stunning, cloudless night - normally, the captain would be admiring the beauty, but today, his mind was far too clouded.

Yet it wasn’t a distracted fashion he was walking in. No, Pit had a purpose to this late wandering, burning questions that needed some semblance of an answer. The dreams he had had since he was only a child were becoming clearer and more frequent - and Pit was beginning to wonder if they were dreams at all.

He couldn’t take this to Lady Palutena. Something in him always froze up at the thought - it felt forbidden, somehow. He had certainly tried to speak of it before, but always, that tight feeling in his throat made him back down.

But he knew of one person who might be able to shed some light on this, based on what he knew of her own circumstances. His knowledge was vague, but it could at least point him in the right direction.

“Ivy?” Pit called out after reaching an open pavilion, hesitating only a moment before continuing. “I know it’s late, but…are you there? I need to talk to you.”

      Songwriting seemed to come naturally for the blonde once nightfall hit. Why that was the case was a mystery for her. Perhaps when the bustling of Centurions was replaced with silence, it could get gears turning for anyone’s creative output. That was especially the case with Ivy, who had just finished a rough draft of a new piece.

      While not put to lyrics just yet, the Angel let the string of notes leave her lips in the form of a tune. It permeated the air and filled it with a soft melody, which was pleasant to her. When paired with the soft light of the moon, it almost created an ethereal atmosphere. She hoped that by the time she was next due to perform, her song would make those who heard it would feel happy.

      Considering her life now, it was all she could do.

      The female was taken out of her semi-reverie upon hearing her name being called. Turning around, she was greeted by the sight of the other Angel.

      “Oh! Good evening, Pit.” While the two knew each other, she still remained formal, as she was speaking to the captain of Palutena’s guard. Although personally, she hoped to become a closer friend with him. They were the last two angels in Skyworld, after all.

      Her smile soon faded, being replaced with a look of slight concern upon meeting his gaze. Whatever it was he came to talk about must have been serious. Shutting her notebook, she gave him her undivided attention. “Of course. Is everything alright?”