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Pair Up! (White Heron Cup)

Starter for @pirrhyc @sweetroyalberry @luxaltare

It likely meant nothing to the spectators. A surprise, perhaps, that Soren and Pelleas had entered together. They could be seen together as a mere pairing of convenience, bht Soren knew it was more than that. As he took Pelleas's hands, Soren allowed himself a brief moment to squeeze his hands, a secret just for them.

For Soren, it was a public declaration of them being something he didn't have a label for. Almost brother, once enemy, something akin to a friend.

It was enough for Pelleas to be Pelleas.

"Ready?" Whether he was or not, Soren started their dance. He kept himself focused, and frankly his outfit did him favors as far as grace and style went.

Style: 10

Choreography: 5

Technique: 6

Total: 21

They weren't perfect, but they meshed together well, their similairities which they might've once loathed enhancing their style, complimenting rather than insulting.

[making-dough]

Cringe Compilation - Mini Sized [White Heron Cup]

White Heron Cup 2023 starter for @sweetroyalberry​ and @luxaltare​

♠  - It must’ve been the alcohol talking. Why else would she think joining a dance competition was at all a good idea? It’s wasn’t like she was any kind of a dancer, anyway, And especially not since one of the pair she was set against certainly looked a lot more like a dancer.  Oh, what the hey. You only lived once. As the music picked up, Farina just about immediately threw herself into an energetic boogie mixed in with some sharp jerk-y arm swings and hip-sways that were probably a little less than necessary. And the less said about turning around and slapping herself a few times on the butt, the better. Just to finish things off, the mercenary opted to flip upside down and proceed to spin, hands-free, upside down on her head like a top. Which was definitely a bad idea that quickly sent her spinning right off the stage and crashing into some seats on the side.

“I’m okay!”, came a giggly laugh from the side. She may be slightly dizzy from all the spinning but she was more than alright. The 1 she got this time was probably at least a little deserved, she noted to herself as the scores began to be called. Probably due to somewhere in between the butt-slaps or the wild headspin. Whatever! She had fun!

Style: 1 Choreography: 4 Technique: 4

[gentlenekomata]

Sakura 7/10HP is healed by Renewal [+2HP, Sakura is 9/10HP]

As soon as the black-haired girl gained the blessing of her magical item, she threw herself against the enemy – one of the twin warriors – and with an incredible sequences of hits, she manged to put it down, though not definitely: with much surprise of the brunette, the ghostly figure stood again and with a fiercely gaze into its eyes, it threw itself against Arval, who miraculously managed to sustain the blow. But that wasn’t all: with a strange glow, the mysterious figure changed form and as the light softened, the likeness of the enemy totally transformed, though reminding some of her companions a very familiar presence –an ally, perhaps? But not in this case, Sakura thought as she immediately realized the light paladin was aiming at her beloved Lene.

But before she could do anything else, a sudden stroke hit her depth in the heart as she witnessed the whole scene: with a very violent hit into his stomach first, then again onto his body, the enemy she recognised as a very familiar face – a pretty boy she happened to hang around for a rather unique course – sharply took Diamant life without even giving him the time to realize the whole happenings. It was painful to watch, it was painful to breath now and it was painful to think that the very same enemy which has just ended one of her companions’ life, was actually a very familiar face, a very familiar student whom she actually has enjoyed spending time together.

“NOOO!!” she immediately ran towards Diamant, not caring about any possible risk she could take at any moment and almost falling into the ground, she crouched over his already lifeless body, hating herself not to being able to help and heal him anymore. “You didn’t deserve that…” she muffled, words mixing up with tears as she covered his body with her dreary arms, protecting him from any other damage incoming. She felt strangely alone for a long moment, as if time has suddenly stopped in that exact instant, making her feel like she could have done more than that, she could have done more to save him.

No sounds, no movements around her, until a familiar voice called out her name, a soft voice she began to appreciate and recognise as somewhat intimate and bond to her soul.

Sakura

As she tilted her head, she saw the gentle wave of Arval, gesturing her to move closer to them, since it wasn’t safe for her to stay in the middle of the action. Goldenish eyes fixed on them as she tried to find some force for moving on after that moment, witnessing another attack as the brunette student she protected before was now aimed by one of the other enemy. Luckily for Sakura, the incantation from before was still of a great usage and the furious assault the brunette made was definitely enough for the petite priestess to be hopeful in a situation like that.

As she finished, her gaze met with the one of Sakura, pleading for her to cast again that miraculous spell, probably in order to make the most of her incredible forces to destroy those horrible figures, even though the resemblance of some of them were way too familiar for Sakura to actually hate them.

Still with a heart drenched in sufferance and distress, she slowly managed to stand on her feet again, though giving a gentle caress on Diamant’s face before leaving his body on the ground again. “Do what you have to finish them” she faintly said, pulling out again the magical object from her small pocket bag.

“Please, be safe and be strong!!”

Sakura uses Light Rune on Larcei. Larcei is protected from attacks or counterattacks until the beginning of the next player phase.

emblem disengage; team ten steel round

The Twins are only contained so long, eventually freed to let the shallow depths of their wrath rain on Larcei's team. And thankfully, they contribute very little--merely landing an attack on Lene which she seems to survive. No, where the real trouble lies is in Diamant. His struggle with those other emblems proves them to be the most formidable of their foes.

"Professor!" Larcei shouts, waving her wolf back to her side so she can race to his body. But she's too late. Another specter moves in to cut her off, buying a few precious seconds of her time as they engage in hand-to-hand combat.

The Connector 18/18HP* hits Larcei 5/10HP with Dragon Fist [Roll 2d20 = 19+4, 14+4 = 23, 18; -0HP, Larcei 5/10HP] Light Rune activates! Larcei is immune to attack. Counterattack: Larcei 5/10HP misses and misses The Connector 18/18HP* with Brave Knuckles [Rolls = 4 - 6 = -2 and 3 - 6 = -3; -0 and -0, The Connector 18/18HP*]

Thankfully Sakura's rune keeps her safe, and the kneejerk flailing of her arms sends them back into position in the enemy's rear. But Diamant has fallen: he's already out cold by the time she reaches him. And to make matters worse, the rival Twin stands between Larcei and his assailant.

Her face makes the Lion's blood boil.

"Move!"

Larcei 5/10 HP hits, hits, crits, and hits Azure Twin: Luna 10/15HP with Brave Knuckles [Rolls: 11 + 8 = 19, 11 + 8 = 19, 19 + 8 = 27, 9 + 8 = 17; -5, -5, -9, -5, Azure Twin: Luna 0/15HP] Azure Twins have been defeated!

A flurry of punches makes short work of her the same way it did the first time, and as she falls with her brother, the moon-half marks her defeat with the fading of her form. Spirit essence breaks and scatters into the air, leaving a peaceful silence in the wake of an enemy so fierce. A humble end for such a mighty pair of warriors.

"You!" she turns now to the Hero-King, ashen eyes seething at the dirty surprise attack he used to fell the Brodian, "Don't think I'll forget what you've done! Mark my words--you're next!!"

Rage swells in her arms, in her legs, ready to hammer down that stuck-up looking lord with his own share of Larcei's attacks. But as if to ask for her blessing--and permission--she turns a desperate glare to Sakura. Words don't fall from her lips; she trusts the other will understand what she needs. Once I have the effect of that rune, says that which goes unspoken, I'll abandon self-preservation and get him the revenge he deserves!

She's ready. More than she'll ever be.

//FOR THE FALLEN: @luxaltare @gentlenekomata

[gentlenekomata]

Baffled but still unharmed and untouched by the terrible swing of its rocky swords, Sakura eventually reached out for Diamant, who on the other hand, was hit again by its attack and couldn’t help but resist on his position, getting all the attention of Sakura since he did protect her from probably a tremendous danger she would certainly couldn’t avoid that easily.

“I’m certainly in debt with you, Sir..” and after few seconds, she got his name, “Diamant. You’re strong and brave. Let me protect you this time!” she lastly said, then turning towards the monster, which was already facing the swift girl with the windy blade, settling a very powerful stroke, which almost knocked out the poor lady.

“Enough monster!” she burst with all her voice, addressing the attention of the monster over herself. “Get away from her!” and she took the tome in her hands again, enchanting the spell and preparing for freezing the enemy.

Sakura 10/10 HP attacks Stone Warrior 3/4 HP* with Blizzard. Roll 1d20-2 = 2 [miss!]. Blizzard has no effect on shield. Stone Warrior Shield 3/4 SP.

The light emitted from the tome shone brightly and the icy ray shot out from the book, but the emotional state of the enchanter didn’t help and the hit was a total miss, not even scratching a single bit of the newly formed shield of the golem.

“You got to be kidding me…” she was devastated and felt utterly powerless, though still keeping in between the monster and her injured fellow. She couldn’t allow it to hit him once again, nor having the other girl fatally hit by the rocky sword. She had to resist for them.

“Hold on, we’re coming for you!!” she addressed at the green-haired girl, clearly unstable and unable to fully get back on her feet. She was severely wounded by the last attack of the golem and the petite priestess couldn’t do a single thing to help her. How terrible and shameful she felt in that moment.

"Dammit! Why won't it just stay down?" Lene grumbles as the Stone Warrior's Final Gambit bursts forth from the ground. Caught between rocky blades, scraping at her skin like sandpaper, she fumbles to find her sword. Wonders how she got herself in this situation, what possessed her to join this 'training exercise'. "Who's bright idea was it to have us get beaten to a pulp? I need a word with them."

"Aw hell, it's shield is back grew back too? No fair!" Back on her feet she assesses the situation. They're all still able to stand and fight, that at least is something worth celebrating. Larcei looks as bad as she feels though, and the tall guy isn't faring much better. Their other two allies look unharmed for now at least. Maybe they can do this, stand firm and bring it down once more.

Well, no time like the present. They'll get nowhere if they don't try! Gripping the hilt of her sword, Lene sizes up the Stone Warrior and prepares to strike.

Lene 4.5/10 HP uses Wrath Strike against Stone Warrior 4/4 HP (*). Roll d20: 6. Hit! 2 damage halved. -1 HP to Stone Warrior, 3/4 HP (*) Stone Warrior Shield gauge reduced by 1. 3/4 SP remaining. Stone Warrior counterattacks with Heavy Sword. Roll d20: 7. Hit! 2.5 base damage + 0.5 strength = 3 damage. Lene has 1.5/10 HP remaining.

It's a bold move, that's for sure. Possibly the nicest thing anyone could say about the attempt. It takes barely a scratch and whilst she manages to dent it's shield, the force with which it retaliates sends her flying across the ground. Her head swims, stars exploding in her vision as she tries to find her way back to her feet. She can't fall here but she lacks the strength to get back up.

[gentlenekomata]

As she lowered her guard a little, the blondish girl took no time to rush over her and dealt a powerful slash with her sword, making Sakura quiver a little as she didn’t really imagine they could change target and aim at her, the most fragile one, of course. And if that wasn't enough, even Lene raced towards her weakened body, thrusting with another powerful hit and leaving the petite priestess a bit breathless, since the outcome of the attack was quite significant for her to bear, forcing her to kneel down on the ground.

“I won’t give up, you know..” she stood up once again, with a suffering expression on her pale visage, but quite confident too in what she wanted to accomplish: she knew that Lene was severely hit and despite the affection that she developed for her, she had to proceed in that challenge, already knowing that the two of them would be seeing each other after the end of that tournament.

“Don’t underestimate me, girls” and she prepared another arrow, pointing at Lene with a very firm position of her hand.

Sakura hits Lene 2.5/8 HP with Iron Bow [Roll: 14, -1.5HP; Lene is 1/8HP]

She watched as the green-haired girl almost collapsed on the floor, seeing her striving to survive and to stand against the sufferance of her wounds: she was so overwhelmed by the tenacity and strength of that amazing girl –she truly respected her wholly.

“Let’s do this, lord Sephiran!” and she stepped aside, leaving the scene for her partner.

cold wind to valhalla

[bxldrsdraumar]

Winter has settled in at Garreg Mach, and the long hours of darkness are working their way into the bodies and minds of its staff and students. Shelter from the bitter winds and snows that blow outside soon turn just as suffocating, as the stillness permits too many unwanted thoughts to worm their way into the crevices of your thoughts. A fresh distraction is desperately due, but in short supply during this season. A minor Faerghus noble knows these troubles all too well, and so she offers to Garreg Mach a small donation. A small, vacant building in town has now been renovated into a simple retreat for anyone to visit. Rustic and cozy, it features a host of simple food and drink, a warm fire...and a challenge not for the faint of heart! Participants need to eat a whole bucket of the spiciest pieces of chicken you can imagine or fall over trying. Will you come to cheer or boo the competitors on? Enter it yourself? Or stow yourself away in a more quiet corner to have a drink and reflect?  (starter for @luxaltare)

What a lovely, quaint little hamlet! Upon Sigurd's approach to the chalet, the wind had ruffled his hair, and when her turned back the streetlamps glittered upon the snowflakes in a way that was most picturesque. He should like to bring his family here, he thought, smiling softly as he entered. 

Though the scene inside was largely congruent with the peaceful façade, what caught his eye in actuality was a corner of the resort that seemed quite covered in colorful posters – large block letters, geometric negative space, and many exclamation points littered the walls and as he approached, his nose caught a tang in the air, sharp with vinegar. 

Whatever he had come here for lay forgotten as hit feet steered him immediately over to this corner. For the moment, it seemed largely unoccupied, with a series of tables setup for dining. Approaching one of the posters, Sigurd read: 

Set your belly and your heart ablaze! With our super secret world famous Ailell pepper formula, this chicken's sure to get a fire in your belly! Ready to test your mettle against the hottest spice mixture in Fodlan? Try our Slop Bucket Challenge*! Clear the bucket and get the bucket free, as well as a commemorative cap to declare to all your friends and family that you're a champion! 

(*Not recommended for those under the age of ten or over the age of eighty, women who are pregnant or breastfeeding, and those with digestive issues. Please consult with your physician before partaking) 

"Excuse me!" He called to a passing waitress, who looked at him with some interest. He gestured to the poster. "Please, what would I need to do to partake in this challenge?" 

"Why honey, all you gotta do is ask. G'on and take a seat at the end there and we'll getcha goin'." 

He bowed briefly to her and, bright eyed, slid into a seat where directed. There were few enough people in this area of the resort, but once he sat at the table, it seemed people began to gather for a spectacle. 

Slap Yer Mammy Ailell Hot Honey

[swiftscion]

emblem disengage; team ten steel round

The Twins are only contained so long, eventually freed to let the shallow depths of their wrath rain on Larcei's team. And thankfully, they contribute very little--merely landing an attack on Lene which she seems to survive. No, where the real trouble lies is in Diamant. His struggle with those other emblems proves them to be the most formidable of their foes.

"Professor!" Larcei shouts, waving her wolf back to her side so she can race to his body. But she's too late. Another specter moves in to cut her off, buying a few precious seconds of her time as they engage in hand-to-hand combat.

The Connector 18/18HP* hits Larcei 5/10HP with Dragon Fist [Roll 2d20 = 19+4, 14+4 = 23, 18; -0HP, Larcei 5/10HP] Light Rune activates! Larcei is immune to attack. Counterattack: Larcei 5/10HP misses and misses The Connector 18/18HP* with Brave Knuckles [Rolls = 4 - 6 = -2 and 3 - 6 = -3; -0 and -0, The Connector 18/18HP*]

Thankfully Sakura's rune keeps her safe, and the kneejerk flailing of her arms sends them back into position in the enemy's rear. But Diamant has fallen: he's already out cold by the time she reaches him. And to make matters worse, the rival Twin stands between Larcei and his assailant.

Her face makes the Lion's blood boil.

"Move!"

Larcei 5/10 HP hits, hits, crits, and hits Azure Twin: Luna 10/15HP with Brave Knuckles [Rolls: 11 + 8 = 19, 11 + 8 = 19, 19 + 8 = 27, 9 + 8 = 17; -5, -5, -9, -5, Azure Twin: Luna 0/15HP] Azure Twins have been defeated!

A flurry of punches makes short work of her the same way it did the first time, and as she falls with her brother, the moon-half marks her defeat with the fading of her form. Spirit essence breaks and scatters into the air, leaving a peaceful silence in the wake of an enemy so fierce. A humble end for such a mighty pair of warriors.

"You!" she turns now to the Hero-King, ashen eyes seething at the dirty surprise attack he used to fell the Brodian, "Don't think I'll forget what you've done! Mark my words--you're next!!"

Rage swells in her arms, in her legs, ready to hammer down that stuck-up looking lord with his own share of Larcei's attacks. But as if to ask for her blessing--and permission--she turns a desperate glare to Sakura. Words don't fall from her lips; she trusts the other will understand what she needs. Once I have the effect of that rune, says that which goes unspoken, I'll abandon self-preservation and get him the revenge he deserves!

She's ready. More than she'll ever be.

//FOR THE FALLEN: @luxaltare @gentlenekomata

emblem disengage; team ten steel round

Azure Twins 15/15 HP hit Arval 10/10 HP with Twin Strike (Sieglinde and Siegmund)! [Roll d20 = 20 and 15 = -0.5 HP and -0 HP. Arval 9.5/10 HP]

A tug of the reigns and a half raised arm was all the movements they could manage before there was blades poised with a precision that promised a wound that would burn deep. Only where there should have been agony there was the thrum of magic that doused the pair, the spell shackling them to a temporary weakness.

Which was interesting, incredibly interesting and another thought neatly slotted to dissect when times were less tense. The only wound they sustained was a scratch on their cheek, the blood purple, marred by their heritage and stark against their skin. It was wiped off with a quick swipe, hardly a focal point in the battlefield.

Diamant knew the twins by name, then? More than that, his perception had specific details that could grant warnings, undeniable useful but the familiarity was a little odd. Arval found themself grateful the hit they had received was restrained by their own casting, they had no doubt they would have been far worse for wear otherwise.

Physical pain Arval could carry, but emotional pain left them in fractures. A bleeding wound could be soothed with a heal, their bruised heart could find no such remedy. Arval ought to be used the clench in their chest so visceral they felt the hauntings of it once the motion passed, but the sight of Diamant, the leader they had grown a tentative trust for, skewered on holy blades left a quiver in their breath and a rush in their ears that made them feel ill.

It wasn't real, none of this was real, so Arval failed to understand why the hurt they felt was real.

Yet when they took their sight off the twins in their turmoil and they charged for Lene, their blood ran cold with a bite, Diamant's warning heavy on their shoulders. The spell was cast, a viscous thing from nimble hands.

Arval (9.5/10 HP) hits Azure Twins : Luna (11/15 HP) with Halahala. [Roll d20+6 = 20. Critical Hit! -1 HP. Azure Twins : Luna 10/15 HP] Azure Twins : Luna buffs are converted to debuffs for a turn.

Pride was the farthest feeling from their mind as the spell hit and withered away the pairs strength. Though a vindictive satisfaction lurked beneath their concern for Lene, the emotion that triumphed with ease.

"Here, let me help." The second they were close enough for the spell to take form, they urged the cast with a frantic mind they soon realised was not suitable for magic such as this.

Knight Ring : Arval 9.5/10 HP heals Lene 2.5/10 HP with Recover [Roll d20 = 7 = +4 HP. Lene 6.5/10 HP]

"Ah...apologies, that was poor." Arval grimaced at their own result, whilst a heal was a heal, it didn't make the results any less inadequate. Nor did it shift the rather horrible tension in their limbs.

"Sakura." Arval called her name with a tilt of their head, a beckoning motion to signal for her to come closer, ideally within a few trots where they could cast a spell to assist in a moment's notice.

Having their team close was a comfort, they found.

No attempt was made to draw Larcei into their protective circle, Arval was fairly certain she would not take such hovering well, but the knowledge she was a force to be reckoned with and her foe was vulnerable was enough for now.

@swiftscion KEEL

[swiftscion]

"Quit treating me like a child..." Larcei growls, responding both to Lene's and Sakura's efforts to look after her. She has this fight under control--she just knows it. The last thing she needs is to feel belittled or like a burden to those battling by her side.

Through gritted teeth, she steadies herself. Enough time passes for the higher-up to have moved on to whacking the other members of Larcei's team. She notices Lene--fragile as she is graceful--being chosen as a particular target for its ire. Leaping forward, the Isaachian pays back her debts for Lene's many dances--shrugging off the oncoming attacks to dish out a pair of her own.

Stone Warrior hits Larcei with Final Gambit! (-3HP; Larcei 4.5/10) Larcei 4.5/10 HP hits and misses Stone Warrior 3/4 HP (*) with Mighty Blow [Rolls: 14 - 6 = 8 and 5 - 6 = -1; -1.5 and -0, Stone Warrior 1.5/4 HP(*)] Stone Warrior 1.5/4 HP (*) hits Larcei 4.5/10 HP with Heavy Sword [Roll: 10; -3, Larcei 1.5/10 HP]

"Lene!" all of a sudden, her scathing tone is gone--replaced by something more sincere. The first of the golem's blows beats down on her back as she arcs it to shield the dancer. Then her fists swat at its legs, striking once but not twice, and the next of its digs into her shoulder. Her friend is safe. Injuries are sustained--bruises, scratches, cuts, fractures--but the less combat-savvy of the old army is kept from further harm.

"'The hell do you think you're doing!? You aren't built for fighting, and this thing hits for real! ...Just, stand back and let me take care of it. You could get hurt if you push yourself!"

//FIGHT ON: @centrifugalcycle

Baffled but still unharmed and untouched by the terrible swing of its rocky swords, Sakura eventually reached out for Diamant, who on the other hand, was hit again by its attack and couldn’t help but resist on his position, getting all the attention of Sakura since he did protect her from probably a tremendous danger she would certainly couldn’t avoid that easily.

“I’m certainly in debt with you, Sir..” and after few seconds, she got his name, “Diamant. You’re strong and brave. Let me protect you this time!” she lastly said, then turning towards the monster, which was already facing the swift girl with the windy blade, settling a very powerful stroke, which almost knocked out the poor lady.

“Enough monster!” she burst with all her voice, addressing the attention of the monster over herself. “Get away from her!” and she took the tome in her hands again, enchanting the spell and preparing for freezing the enemy.

Sakura 10/10 HP attacks Stone Warrior 3/4 HP* with Blizzard. Roll 1d20-2 = 2 [miss!]. Blizzard has no effect on shield. Stone Warrior Shield 3/4 SP.

The light emitted from the tome shone brightly and the icy ray shot out from the book, but the emotional state of the enchanter didn’t help and the hit was a total miss, not even scratching a single bit of the newly formed shield of the golem.

“You got to be kidding me…” she was devastated and felt utterly powerless, though still keeping in between the monster and her injured fellow. She couldn’t allow it to hit him once again, nor having the other girl fatally hit by the rocky sword. She had to resist for them.

“Hold on, we’re coming for you!!” she addressed at the green-haired girl, clearly unstable and unable to fully get back on her feet. She was severely wounded by the last attack of the golem and the petite priestess couldn’t do a single thing to help her. How terrible and shameful she felt in that moment.

[sweetroyalberry]

The burning sensation within her head has Mae hasitly grab the other's hand without any additional thought. She was fortunate that the nearest person was seemingly as enthusiastic to "jam" (as she put it) with her, and she appears to be rather energetic as well! While this desire to dance was not of her own, it didn't mean that she couldn't still have fun.

Before Mae was able to respond to Lene's greeting, she finds herself already in the middle of an irregular dance routine, one that at least matches with the irregular background music. Ballroom dancing was not a regular activity for the pinkette, but her agility proves well in adapting to any sudden movements. Still, this Lene is on a whole different league, practically leading the pair as if she volunteered to perform rather than herself.

It makes Mae feel somewhat disoriented...but also intoxicated, in a good way. She had never felt more alive than at this precise moment.

"I'm- Mae!" she finally puts together a simple introduction after catching up with the improvised maneuvers and her swirling thoughts, "And the pleasure's all mine!" 

It is slightly difficult to speak without nearly shouting due to the surrounding buzzing, but Mae keeps a bright smile throughout, hopefully sending a stronger message that her words currently could not.

[ Indulge ] - in your sudden impulse to do whatever comes to mind, whether it’s hugging a stranger, slapping a friend, or doing push-ups on the dance floor.

The mage stands by the side of the dance floor, preferring to sort out her bearings than immediately take the stage. Being requested to perform right after being transformed into self-conscious mice...is no one else finding this weird?! Apparently not, as Mae could already see couples taking hands and dancing as if everything was normal. She sighs, with a bit more time perhaps she can join in to.

Said time turns out to be shorter than desired, as a warm yet booming voice suddenly rings in her head. Dance, Dance, Dance! it commands. Feeling no more desire to do so but similarly panicked over not doing so, Mae makes her way toward a corner of this "ballroom."

Catching the sight of a pretty, green-haired girl dressed in a similarly stunning pink garment, the mage believes she has found her savior. "Yo! Ya wanna jam?" Mae finds herself calling toward the other. A strange opening, to say the least, but to her it was no stranger than the aching burning urge...along with everything else going on tonight.

Lene's head turns towards a melodic voice, smile already playing on her lips. The girl approaching her is dazzling - adorable, lively and cheerful. Her energy is electric and Lene has no other choice but to accept the invitation.

"Sure, I'd love to!" Lene calls, stepping over with a swing in her hips. The rhythm already has her in it's grip like a vice. Her hand is outstretched, open and ready for the rose-haired stranger to take in her own. "You've got great energy, I love it! I'm Lene, by the way, pleased to meet you."

Their hands meet and a vivid, scarlet flower blossoms against her neck. Lene lifts her hand, allowing the stranger - no, her new friend, to twirl under it. Laughter and mirth fill the air around them, their steps in perfect time with music. Her heart feels light as they dance together. It's erratic, a little less poised than Lene usually prefers but she doesn't mind one bit. Not when her partner smiles, glows with delight as they shimmy and shake.

"You're a natural, y'know! I'm having so much fun!"

[gentlenekomata]

Soon after her failure, a familiar voice recollected her attention,  a gentle and soft gaze as she turned and met with their reddish eyes: every single word of Arval touched Sakura deep in her heart, like a tender caress, even though she couldn't really force a smile in a situation like this. It’s not that she didn’t appreciate the huge effort they were putting into making her feel better, but she still was struggling with the fatigue of the training. It was just a training, sometimes the little princess forgot about it and she put all her strength and courage into something is actually quite overwhelming for her.

After their little speech, Arval tried to summon something in front of them, probably to protect them both from any other harm from that vicious enemy – which actually seemed pretty pointless till now, since it still was froze in place and couldn’t do much – and even with a failure, they didn’t lose their smile, which was actually kinda cute, in Sakura’s opinion, exchanging once again some supportive talking with the petite priestess. This time, she actually smiled.

“You really are something, Arval” strangely enough for her, she didn’t even add any honorific names, probably due to the fact she felt incredibly bonded with the white-haired man: she was used to be polite and well-mannered with every kind of person, but with the closest ones she just couldn’t help but affectionately called them by their actual names. They gained that status to her eyes.

“Thank you so much for believing in me” she softened her lips in a dainty expression, hands gently placing on theirs as to reassure their good work and their splendid support, which had been quite important for her, by now. “I won’t fail again” she firmly said, ready to face the enemy once again and aware of the fact that she had the power and support of her whole team. Before turning her gaze towards it, she lastly exchanged a thankful gaze with everyone: Diamant, Lene, Arval, Larcei. All of them could grant her the power to continue and to make the difference.

Sakura 10/10HP hits Sunheart Chaser: Brod 9.5/18HP with Exorcism [Roll: 14 - 1 = 13; -5HP. Sunheart Chaser: Brod 4.5/18HP]

Picking up with her pale hands the tome, she now decisively pronounced the correct words and the incantation went well, emitting from the object a very strong glimmer of light, which suddenly fell against the poisoned enemy, actually enhancing the status effect and making it quiver a little, with much surprise of the petite priestess.

“This is our chance to defeat it!!” she happily said, hands clasping as she looked back at Arval with a satisfied smug on her lips.

Did I make you proud?

@heriteur @luxaltare @swiftscion lets smash it ⸜( ˙˘˙)⸝

through fortune and flame we fall | team ten silver round

[luminousrider]

That guy. Altena's cool composure breaks and her face burns as red as the armor she prefers to wear. She supposes she shouldn't be so surprised that Lene noticed. Between Linus's whooping and cheering and the spectacle at the fountain, they hadn't exactly been subtle about the time they were spending together.

Lene had teased her about meeting someone at the ball and, somehow, she actually did.

"He...I...we..." Why is this so difficult! "It was fun. We went to a party afterwards." It's hard to keep a smile from curling up her lips as she talks about him. She really hopes he'll be willing to spend time with her again.

"But, yeah. Tea sounds nice." She's definitely more of a coffee girl herself but it is Lene's birthday and it wouldn't be so bad spending some more time with her.

"Ah, Lene," Altena waves the other girl over. The dancer has always been kind to her, even before coming here to Fódlan. She's never really known just how to handle it but, when she learned Lene's birthday was coming up, she knew she had to do at least something. "It's your birthday, right? So uh, here."

It had been difficult selecting some sort of gift. Lene's tastes are quite different from her own and she didn't trust herself picking out something cute. But tea is quite popular here among the other students so she figured it would be a safe bet. She hands Lene a box of tea samples in all sorts of flavors. "I didn't know what kind you liked but hopefully at least one of them suits you."

"Altena! Good to see you, how did things go with that guy at the ball?" Lene digs for the gossip excitedly, but is caught off guard by Altena handing her a colourful box. Curiosity piqued, Lene lifts the lid slightly. "It is. You remembered, that's so sweet of you. You really shouldn't have!"

An array of different tea blends line the box. Half of them are flavours Lene hasn't heard of. She knows little of the 'noble art' of tea but understands the pleasure of a warm, tasty drink and cake, especially with good company. Company like Altena. It's a gift perfectly chosen, one to warm her from the inside out.

"Oooh, it's got my favourite flavour. Plenty I don't know, too. We should try them," it's awkward with the box still in hand but Lene pulls Altena in for a brief hug. Lene's joy and excitement seem to radiate from her as she continues. "You will come join me for a cup, won't you? They simply won't taste the same without you!"

[anankelotus]

Anankos does not long for the spotlight anymore, she has not for a great many years. She never did much in the first place, only willing to take a stage if Cadros would stand beside her and intertwine their voices as one.

There was no point in it if she was alone. And so she watches from the sidelines like she so often does. She can't help but be a little jealous, that humans can so easily slip from their natural lives into such carefree dances and song. She is jealous that they are not held back by any weight that may burden their lives, that they can leave it behind for just a moment without any care in the world.

She trembles softly as the girl dances, holding out a hand as a gesture to join in. But she is not fit for such a thing, to be so easily regarded and looked upon with such bright smiles, with cheer and a chipper attitude. She is not fit for the sunlight.

But something in her heart stirs, and she can't help but think that if Cadros was here, he would have already dragged her into dancing with everybody. Quietly, she sheds her cloak, folding it carefully and setting it aside. She does feel so terribly bare without it, seared upon the sun's rays and the curious gaze of those who had never seen a face as horrifying as hers before. However, for just a moment, it doesn't seem to matter to her. For just a moment, she can live again.

"I suppose... it wouldn't hurt to join in for a little while... I'm sorry that my talents lie much more in the musical arts than in dancing... but perhaps this is a good chance to be... happy... as you said. Thank you... such kind words are not something I often come by..."

( fun )  -  for our muses to spent the day doing fun activities together .

"Come now, I won't believe you're having fun without a smile," Lene chimes, taking the gentleman's hand. She's normally wary of strange men, especially those who linger and watch her dance. There's something different about him though. His gaze seems to yearn not for her body but the freedom to dance in kind. Their eyes catch and she's left stunned and confused for a moment. Where they aquamarine or gold? Perhaps blazing red, like a bonfire that longs to burn in the open air. Regardless, they sing a symphony of loneliness, not lust, so Lene offers him her hand and twirls. "Dancing is supposed to be fun. Don't worry, the steps aren't so important."

Her own are of course poised and practiced. Lene is not a hobbyist but a professional, after all. Still, she makes a point of spininng around, skipping over the ground beneath her feet and simply frolicking. This isn't a dance class or a stage performance, merely an opportunity for the people gathered here to let their hair down and enjoy themselves.

"That's the spirit! Sir, are you having fun?" Lene asks, giggling herself at the people around her twirl and whirl in unison. The villagers who live near the monastery certainly seem to be enjoying themselves, but Lene is careful to make sure everyone present takes something from today's activities. "There's no need to hold back here! Everyone deserves to be happy and have fun, y'know?"

[luminousrider]

Altena looks at her flower arrangement and frowns. Even with Lene's additions of baby's breath, it still just doesn't seem cohesive. But it's flowers and everyone loves flowers. Even if it looks horrible, just seeing them should be enough to be enjoyable, hopefully.

There are various colors of silk ribbon provided and she selects a pure white piece to tie around her vase. The bow is lopsided and definitely more practical than aesthetic but huh. It ties in with the baby's breath and she is sorta pleased with her work now. It's nothing like Lene's but maybe they could set hers on a table far away from the dancer's so they aren't compared.

"My type?" Altena stops fussing with the ribbon and stares at the other girl. She's never considered this before. There has always been so much to do concerning the betterment of her beloved homeland that she never thought to think about what she might seek out in a partner before. She knows, one day, she'll need to pass down her holy blood but that's for future Altena to think about.

"I don't know, I guess somebody that likes wyverns." She takes another sprig of baby's breath and tries adding it to her flowers before immediately removing it. Why is it that Lene's placement looks so much better than hers? "Somebody that would be willing to spar. But don't get your hopes up. I don't think I'm exactly the falls in love at a ball type of princess."

blossoms of the ballroom

[gentlenekomata]

After what seemed to be an eternity, the petite princess suddenly opened her eyes, sadly realizing the magic horse was gone, but the fearful enemies were not –and this time were actually pretty numerous too! Yet, before anything else, she immediately noticed some very useful items on her waist, characterizing her like some sort of pretty musician but without a lute: as a matter of fact, she was relieved to be in possessed of healing items again, since it was the most fitting apparel and role for her.

Sakura 5/10HP is healed by Renewal [+2HP, Sakura is 7/10HP]

“Oh, you’re all safe!” she let her pale hands reached the tiny mouth as to covered the surprise expression on her face: she was so glad that everyone made it alive to this new and unknown place, but most of all, she was so happy to see Arval back on their feet. She wasn’t sure, but she certainly developed a strange affection to all of them, to all of her new companions, despite the fact the group didn’t exactly have any kind of experiences outside that singular simulation. Yet, it didn’t matter now: they were all alive, that was the most important matter for Sakura.

However, the more she focused on her companions, the more she ignored the rest of the space, but unluckily for her, the mysterious enemies weren’t of the same opinion: without her notice, one of the biggest of them, probably the leader, made its move and drew closer to the group, yet with a very swift movement of a fox-alike creature, Lene immediately attacked the Hero-King – which kinf of seemed familiar to Sakura, but she couldn’t tell now – and after she finished the incredible burst of magic given by the spirit fox, she complimented the petite priestess with a genuine and soft voice, making the small girl blush a little, as she really didn’t imagine a compliment in a situation right now.

“You’re very welcome Miss Lene, you’re so wonderful as well!” she couldn’t help but giggle too, blushing even more. Perhaps the small talking she made before everything started was the reason of their increased power and inspiration in battle, but obviously she couldn’t be sure, since it actually was pretty new to her too.

And the pretty verdant-haired girl didn’t stop here, in fact, she cast a healing spell too, making the white-haired companion recover most of their health, actually making Sakura much more relieved of it: she was afraid she could lose them again, but seeing them in full force, made the petite priestess curled her lips in a lovely expression, following with her gaze the actions taken by them, even though she immediately realized that another of her companions was fatally hit by a ghostly sword.

“Sir Diamant, nooo!!” she shrilled with a faint voice as she observed all sequences of the events: after he attacked the enemy, a very powerful counterattack almost let him down at the ground, making Sakura immediately grab the enchanting item she had on her waist, but before anything else, Arval took action and they cast a familiar spell, which left one of the other enemies quite bewildered and confused, since that incantation was quite powerful too.

“We have to help Diamant” she chirped with her voice, but luckily for her, the white-haired man was swifter than her and immediately cast a healing spell over the red-haired man knelt on the ground, who incredibly regained most of his strength. That’s so perfect, Sakura thought to herself as she observed the scene, now shifting her gaze towards the last part of her group, the one who was certainly gonna attack the enemy soon.

“Please, be careful Miss Larcei” and she grabbed the protecting item from her belt, the more she tightened her grip on it, the more the item shone brightly in all the surroundings.

Sakura uses Light Rune on Larcei. Larcei is protected from attacks or counterattacks until the beginning of the next player phase.

emblem disengage; team ten steel round

It was a blessing their awareness came back in waves, steady beats of sensations trickling back under their white knuckled control, in time with the trot of the...horse they were strewn across. Whilst Arval found animals easy to grow fond of, that did not equate to a confidence in riding one around battle nor having the knowledge of how.

It was nothing short of a blessing, in taking a moment to gain their bearings and let their stare scan over their teammates, they realised the horse wasn't quite a normal horse. A magical construct like this entire training simulation, obviously, but they found it responded to them with an uncanny degree of intuition to Arval's wants. Arval was certainly not complaining.

Lene used Recover on Arval, restores 6 HP (5 HP > 10 HP)

Rigid they went under her playful nudge, not from discomfort but at the surprise of the friendly action. An owlish blink at the action, gratitude for the heal stunted by their processing of the situation. 'Kiddo'. Pondering later, attention on the surroundings now.

"I appreciate it, thank you," It would be a lie to say they weren't a little relieved when their voice returned to them, "Be careful, I'm certain these delights will be as pleasant as the last."

It was a group this time, soldiers they placed them as. Whilst Arval found no instant recognition among them, there was a familiarity to those hazy faces that left them...uncomfortable? It was an uneasy irritation, a cold confusion, an odd emotion that twisted and writhed. Not because of their enemies, they could pinpoint that much, but the barely sealed fractures from the last set of faces they'd lost to memories began to sting.

Arval found little hesitation in narrowing their sights on one of the twins with the intention to hit, the idea of removing the mismatched familiarity becoming increasingly appealing.

Arval (10/10 HP) hits Azure Twins : Luna (15/15 HP*) with Halahala. [Roll d20+6 = 15 - 4 = 1. Hit! No damage, enemy has +4 Res. Enemy buffs are debuffs for the next turn.

Hooves clattered across hard earth as soon as the magic sunk deep in it's mark. Diamant had taken a hit and the heal spell they now had access to seared under their skin, a demand to be let out, to aid. It was a balm to a tense mind to have familiar magic that could do more than maim under their control once more.

Arval (10/10 HP) heals Diamant (0.5/10 HP) with Recover. [Roll d20 = 17 = +6 HP] Diamant has 6.5 HP.

The spell was cast, magic tingling along their nerves an old comfort, the heal found it's way home. Despite their attempt at keeping their face neutral, their lips twitched downwards, weighed by their own dissatisfaction. Sulking in their own disappointment would do them no favours, so with a tug of the reigns steering the stead forward they positioned themself as a buffer between the king and the crowd.

"The spell has left her vulnerable." It was a call in Larcei's direction, cocking their head towards the twin. They were careful in keeping an order from their tone, she had not seemed overly keen in decisions being made for her so they laid out the groundworks and placed a faith in her she'd follow them through.

knock em out @swiftscion

[gentlenekomata]

As the two of them exchanged a quick gaze, the petite priestess observed with hope and trust the heroic deeds of Arval, who immediately thrusted their lance against the rocky golem and they actually managed to deal a good amount of damage, since the enemy suddenly fell on the floor, though activating once again –with the same energy of an earthquake – the horrible mechanism from before, making some sturdy rock swords coming out of the terrain and severely hit both Sakura and the white-haired man.

Stone Warrior initiates Final Gambit. [Roll 2d4 -1 = 3].  Sakura takes 3 HP damage (Sakura 4/10 HP).

The collision was tremendous and the petite priestess was thrown away from her position, rolling against a wall and filling her body with moderate scratches and bruises, even though she still was conscious and somewhat capable of understanding that some chairs managed to cushion the fatal blow –but what was that place, anyway? She couldn’t even make it to stand on her feet again, that the angry golem made its way towards her, stomping all the things it encountered on its way and swinging the heavy sword vigorously and vehemently, clearly aiming at the short girl who still was on the ground, helpless and definitely not ready for another hit.

Stone Warrior 4/4HP attacks Sakura 4/10 HP with Heavy Sword [Roll d20: 8. Hit! -3.5, Sakura 0.5/10 HP] Sakura 0.5/10 HP counters with Blizzard [Roll d20-4 = 1; Miss!, Stone Warrior 4/4 HP]

The blow was almost fatal for Sakura, who was once more thrown against some chairs and almost collapsed due to fatigue: she was so tired and so exhausted that even the useless attempt to cast the spell immediately failed as she dropped the tome from her pale hands, covered from bruises and blood, and she fell on the ground lifeless, barely breathing as she realized that her final instant was near, very near.

Stone Warrior 4/4 HP uses Stomp on Sakura 0.5/10 HP [Roll d20 = 17, hit! -3.5, Sakura 0/10 HP] Sakura has been defeated!

She felt nothing but a strong pressure over soft and frail body, then nothing else. The very last thing she saw before definitely closing her goldenish eyes, was the slender figure of Arval, coming very close to her and picking up her body, but after that, just before everything got pitch black forever, she took her last breath and she managed to say just one last thing to them, one important thing.

“Thank you..”

/ e n d

Stone Warrior 1.5/4 (*) HP (+0.5 Magic) used Stomp! Hit Arval for -3 HP (Arval 4/10 HP)

Arval knew the two girls were gone the second their body tensed against the impact of the blow, with eyes widened by the panic searing under their skin as they watched Sakura's shield fall. Over half of their team crushed with little more than a few consecutive strikes from a stone limb, distantly Arval noted how it's ruthlessness was akin to a disaster caused by the elements. Though this was a church officiated event, they wondered if this was a warning from the Elementals, to be wary of the forces beyond their comprehension that would leave it's victims in tatters.

Knowing the bodies that lay limp on floorboards now glossy with red stains were unconscious rather than deceased did little to ease the sharp coil in their chest.

The golem soon grew disinterested in it's unmoving prey, it's attention locked onto the two that still had the strength to scramble in ragged sprints. Sakura was in no state to cast, worn down and ragged from the emotional toll on a mind too gentle. Stone did not care for the warmth of emotions, it latched onto the opportunity to maim and advanced with daunting steps that reverberated in Arval's skull.

She was in no state to defend herself, no state to survive. A fawn, she reminded them of, and she lay right in the carriage lights. Taking advantage of it's distraction, on taut limbs they took one step, twist, dart and let the lance strike. Desperation was a well worn glove they adorned with ease, to let their movements fly with an unfamiliar precision and their mind to lull the surroundings outside of their immediate goal to protect.

Arval 4.5/10 HP hits Stone Warrior 1/4 HP (*) with Injector. [Roll d20 : 20. Crit! Stone Warrior 0/4 HP (*) = 4/4 HP]

The breath they let out was caught between a cheer and a ragged inhale, adrenaline flush in their veins as cracks fragmented up the beast's arm where the hit had made impact. It soon turned to cold, heavy dread when it raised it's body for the counter.

Stone Warrior 4/4 HP activated Final Gambit! Hit Arval for -2 HP (Arval 2/10 HP)

Their hip collided with one of the chairs, the small wheels on it's oddly shaped legs squealing in protest before their object of stability rolled away. Arval soon stumbled into another damn corner, the wheeze lined with irritation that was almost strong enough to drown out the pain.

There was no mercy in this calamitous little office, for it had already raised it's sword to strike another blow.

"Look out it's go-" A shrill yell cut short by the blade meeting it's target. With blurred vision they forced themself onto to trembling legs, protesting from the shock they had not yet recovered from, they made a hopeless scramble in the hopes of sharing the damage rather than shield. No, they were far too frail to protect in the way the others had but if they could just take one of the hits-

Stone Warrior 4/4 HP used Stomp! Hit Arval for -1.5 HP (Arval 0.5/10 HP)

Arval could not save her, not with her strings being severed from a slice they were not enough to prevent, but once her light was knocked out they heaved her onto one of those forsaken chairs and let the roll of it carry her out of the imminent impact zone.

Because with blood now seeping through gashes and grazes, reduced to crawling on limbs that threated to collapse with the slightest pressure, Arval could not run and the stone was quick to narrow in on it's final target.

[gentlenekomata]

The situation quickly worsened, not even giving the time for the petite priestess to actually realized all that was happening: as she was trying to shield her new wounded friend, a light touch pressed on her shoulder, followed by a tense expression as the red-haired man wanted to do something for them, despite his conditions.

As Sakura turned, she gently put her pale hand over his, still trembling from fatigue but strong and firm enough to ensure the pink-haired girl to trust him into proceeding into action –however, in that exact moment, both of them turned, as they heard a scream coming from right beneath the monster,  the two other girls were very close to the monster and they were strenuously fighting against the golem, despite the severe injuries.

They’re doing their best, Sakura thought as she looked at them from afar, then another figure joined the fight and with a sudden leap, Arval tried to pierce again into the golem’s armour and shield, though failing to do so, but certainly buying Diamant some time to actually recover some force and then he joined the battle as well: he ran past Sakura, aiming at the giant golem armour break, since the two girls managed to open a little crack in the shield, but sadly, that wasn’t enough for them to stop it and as soon as the monster realized his presence, it violently swung the rocky sword and heavily hit Diamant, not once, but twice!

Sakura stood frozen in place, she couldn’t really believe her goldenish eyes: as soon as the golem has pushed down the red-haired man, it began to quiver and with a slow but firm movement of what appeared to be a large feet – but instead was more like a vast rock slab –, it crashed the poor Diamant underneath its weight, causing a tremendous earthquake that caught everyone off guard.

Stone Warrior 1/4 HP(*) used Stomp. Stomp damaged  Sakura (-2.5HP; 7.5/10).

Luckily for Sakura, she was a bit far from all the actions, she got by few scratches, not any major injury, but the others… as she tried to get back on her own feet, the corpses on the ground were the first thing that immediately struck her down: Diamant was laying right beside the golem, while Lene and Larcei were staying few meters away, but lifeless as well. Arval was trying to stand, but at least he didn’t seem to be severely hit by the attack of the golem.

“Oh my Godness…!” she immediately brought her hands at the mouth, covering the horrified expression on her face, as she couldn’t help but feeling like she has been tore apart as well by that terrible sequences of events. This can’t be… her mind was twirling, confused, exasperated, uncertain of what to do and uncertain about how they would manage to get away from such chaotic circumstance.

“I…You…” she stammered, her mind was slowly blowing as she tried to stand on her feet, “I can’t…leave you…like this” tears streaming down her cheeks as she fixated her gaze on the corpses. She couldn’t do anything, she didn’t do anything, she was useless.

“That monster…has to pay…for this” she was almost murmuring to herself, but she hoped that the others would care to listen to her words. She gathered all the sanity remaining in her brain to cast a spell, but again, the struggle was too much of a burden for her, right now.

Sakura 7.5/10 HP attacks Stone Warrior 1/4 HP* with Blizzard. Roll 1d20 = 1 [miss!]. Blizzard has no effect on shield. Stone Warrior Shield 4/4 SP.

Not a single sparkle has emitted from her tome. Not a single force was coming from her body. She dropped her tome on the ground, as desperation was overwhelming her entire body with fear and angst. She was losing hopes, but as she eyed the white-haired man standing again on his feet, a soft smile curled her lips, knowing they could still avenge their companions.

@centrifugalcycle lets gooo

It takes all her might to do so, but Lene pulls herself back to her feet. No matter what Larcei says, she won't stay down. How can she face her friends, her dear fiancee if she doesn't at least try? Besides, there isn't anything she can do right now but fight. Something she hates having to do but there's no dance she can pull off to re-energise her companions, her Bragi blood remains as useful to her as ever and the only other option is just to watch Larcei take blow out of blow from the sidelines?

"I'm just as built for fightin' as you are," a lie of course. Larcei's Od blood makes her significantly better suited for swordfaire, just as Ares' bloodline singles him out as Mystletainn's wielder. Yet frustratingly her own Holy Blood did nothing for her. "Looks like we're both beat up. Maybe I'm not as strong as you are but you can't ask me to do nothing."

"You're my friend, stupid. If one of us gets our ass kicked well, we'll do it together." Lene drags herself to Larcei and looks her dead in the eyes. "I can't stand back and do nothing. So please, don't even ask me to."

She turns her attention to the swing of an axe through the air, cheering as it makes contact with the Stone Warrior. The celebrations are short lived however, as the brute strikes back with it's sword carved in stone.

"Whoa there big guy! Be careful, that thing has it out for you--" She charges forward once more without thinking. Watching someone, anyone, in pain drives something in her. All she does is put her closer in the line of danger though. The golem swings at the redhaired man once more, almost bringing him to his knees. Then it leaps forward, jumping into the air and crushing him.

Lene screams, at first a mix of anguish and fear but soon replaced by searing pain as it's weight smashes into her. Steals the breath from her lungs as she careens forward, landing face down on the ground.

Larcei's never going to let her live this down, biting off far more than she has the right to even try to chew. What a fool she is, Lene thinks, as the world's light dims. Thinking she of all people could protect anyone.