#transientsorceress

[angelicxwings]

[The Queen and Princess] [closed rp with transient-sorceress ]

The maiden would wake, but very faintly from her bed. Her lips were as red as a rose as she yawned, and stretched her arms, and slowly rose from her slumber. Her hair, black as raven wings, would brush across her shoulders as she looked around her room, the birds chirping outside as she slowly welcomed the day ahead. Her skin was a white as snow, the glistening sun shone through the window as the morning rose. She yawned and planted her feet onto the ground--feeling the coldness of the wooden floor under her feet. She smiled and gently wiped the sleep out of her eyes. Today wasn't going to be the best day, she was back to her duties as cleaning the stairs outside of the castle. Not much went on in the life of this fair maiden. Her father had died a few months ago, leaving her to large fortune, but of course--her step mother, Edea Kramer had took hold of the finances and without her father's acceptance, she had taken it all, and left it all to herself, and Rinoa, this fair maiden, didn't seen any coin of it. Sometimes, she hated her---hated her for what she had done to her fathers inheritance from his own father. She had turned the castle into a morbid colour, a black castle, with vines on the outside, as if to keep others out of her life, and out of the castle. She had suitors come and go, but not one of them fit the title of king. And she knew this. Either that--or she didn't want another man claiming what was her's. But it wasn't her's, it was Rinoa's! And she knew this! She continued with her thoughts until she heard the first bell ring. That was the alarm bell to tell Rinoa that her step mother had woken. And she dared wished that she hadn't, for she wasn't ready, her thoughts getting the way of her duties. And she knew that she would be scolded for such interference. She had always told Rinoa that she had a overactive thoughts--and ones that she liked to seek solitude in some nights when she had been scolded many times from her step mother--and it helped her deal with things, it helped her deal with so much differences that they both shared. Sh was vain, and Rinoa was sweet. Many people of the kingdom liked Rinoa, always wanted her to be the next ruler, until it was claimed she was too young to take the throne; which she completely disagreed with, and with that her step mother had taken over, leaving her to fend for herself. She had told her that day, that she would treat her as she did everyone else in her home. She would be treated as a slave, and Rinoa couldn't even argue back. She was under her, and Rinoa would have to come to terms with this, But after a few months, she knew that without a doubt that the kingdom hated their new queen and that she was treating the true princess, and the true queen with such hate for her truth lay on the throne with her people and kingdom. The second bell rang; meaning that her Majesty was ready to have her breakfast now, and it was getting ready in the nearby kitchen. Many of the people who served her, let Rinoa do as she pleased and at what pace she liked to serve the food, despite the scolding she would endure; telling her that the queen would meet her end sooner or later. She rushed, knowing that her thoughts where running away again with her, and she got ready as quickly as she could, ready for the day ahead.

[braverhero]

//obligatory backside pat for the both of them. Two hands, yes.

[odiumstulte]

His eyes opened once he sensed the surge of magic, her magic. Dropping the groveling peasant to the ground, his eyes were glued to the sky, watching carefully for any sign of his puppet.

*So she made it to the party after all... Good! and to think I was gonna have to put up with these insects all on my lonesome!" He snickered as he sat on the ground, absentmindedly running his fingers through one of the many scarves that adorned his outfit.

A plan was already formulating, something grand, something big! Something that was going to wipe the uppity smirk off the face of all the others who served under the sorceress. Cackling as kicked off the ground, he started running until his lungs burned and his muscles ached. Coming to a stop behind the other sorceress, the one who he had been told to report to by the head cheese herself.

"He-here, she's *hee-hee* here!" He half gasped, half chuckled as he leaned over to catch his breath.

[corruptxguardian]

Blue ooze is sent spraying through the air as a calm extension of motion through his wrist flicks the might of his weapon cutting from side to side in a most casual fashion that speaks of years of experience handling the large weapon. The remains of dozens of miniflans extend from his location in every direction, a laughably easy battle for him to end.      It was not a personal vendetta against the creatures, just that they were intruding too close to where the Seeress had decided they set up a home to return to. Movement in his peripheral vision has him pivoting on the spot, Ragnarok brought up in front of him in a defensive, but warning, stance.

"You trespass here, stranger. I suggest you leave before your are made to."

[edwardsisland]

Sorceress Edea in Dissidia 012 [duodecim]

[lionharted]

Under the boughs of the Norhaven

While waking up in the wilderness wasn't entirely an unusual thing for him, Leon did find himself wondering where he was and how the hell he'd gotten there.  He had his gear and he'd been on the road, but this wasn't where he'd stopped for the night or even a place he'd ever seen before.  Also, waking up belly down on the forest floor with a headache almost like he was hungover just wasn't a thing that happened to him.  Maybe this was more familiar to someone like Cid Highwind, but it wasn't his way.  Worrisome right from the start. 

Climbing to his feet quietly and with care not to move too suddenly in the event there was something dangerous nearby, he scanned the area for a clue as to what had happened.  There was nothing obvious as an answer, but a prone form was definitely enough for his attention, and within a step or two, he knew exactly what it was.  The caution hadn't faded, but his step quickened until he knelt beside her, taking her wrist in his to check her pulse and then try to rouse her.

"Ma---Edea...wake up."

[mauvaislumiere]

Waking up beneath the colorful leaves of the Norhaven Forest, there’s a calm breeze and the quiet sounds of nature around you, but no obvious signs of civilization in any direction. 

Please welcome Edea Kramer and Squall Leonhart to Mauvais Lumiere!

[commander-lionheart]

OutOfTime: My url?

Opinion on;

Character in general: Edea is such a deep character. I love deep characters. Love. Them.How they play them: Utter perfection. I’ve met a lot of perfect people since joining the FF group…The Mun: I can imagine they are a sweetie face. Very understanding. We should talk more :3

Do I:

RP with them: Did onceWant to RP with them: YEEEEESSSS

What is my;

Overall Opinion: You should follow her. You shooooould. She’s great and awesome and beautifully literate and YOU SHOULD FOLLOW>

[sunny-explosions]

"Selphie, it is good to see you again."

"Matron!" Having not laid eyes on the woman for quite a long time, Selphie lit up with a bright smile. “It’s good to see you, too! How’ve you been?"

[braverhero]

state of repair;

A brief rumble echoed down the recently familiar path, he'd found the trip once more a lengthy but capable one. There had been a recent edition to the bike in question though, it came in the form of a trailer attached to it. Supplies, a promise he'd given the lone woman within the battered walls of such a home.

He'd made a note of what he'd need, what type of material was required, and worked from there. The city had plenty to spare along with a promise to assist in the reconstruction efforts. Still, hands assisted in removing goggles before he stepped off.

Crunching briefly underfoot, the addition of a jacket with furred trimming had been for the sake of crisp weather until finally a hand raised to knock at the door. The temperature wasn't too much of a bother, after all. He could work in such conditions.

[odiumstulte]

"Hey, you! Are you the witch that everyones telling me about? I swear, every time I tortured a villager or farmer  trying to find why I was brought here, all they ever said was 'It was the witch! The witch did this!" He mimicked over dramatically, a pale hand moving to his forehead before he broke down into a fit of giggles.

"S-sorry, they were all just so useless! Anyway, are you she? Because sister,  I got alotta questions for you." 

[fallenlionsroar]

Long forgotten memories

 transient-sorceress has arrived into the garden

There were no words that passed Leons lips as he caught sight of a familiar figure, lips parted and a breath was inhaled sharply but nothing came passed them. He didn't know what to say, didn't know if it was truly who he thought she was and all he had managed to do was make his way over to her.

Slowly he lifted his hand to catch her attention, "Excuse me.."

[blaster-edge]

"Forgive me, I do not believe we have been properly introduced. You are Rinoa, correct?"

“Yes I’m and you are Edea right?”

[imperialrosenking-archive-blog]

STOP MAKING ME WANT TO WRITE MY ANGSTY HEADCANON DRABBLES! SERIOUSLY, MY FEELS, GUYS!

[timeless-witch-blog]

ooc: gfdkjgfdjg mutual stalking, yesgood. No but really, anytime you'd like a thread or some plotting, drop me an ask! I AM ALL KINDS OF EXCITED?

ablackwing said: / -small squawking sounds-

SCOOPS UP AND CUDDLES BECAUSE OMG <3

transient-sorceress said: OutOfTime: I went to make food and came back to this asdfghjkl I really don’t deserve such praise.

No no, you definitely do. You do SO well and you deserve all the admiration I can give for picking Edea and doing her justice. 

[braverhero]

cantos I

It had been a long drive, even for him across such an amount of land just to deliver one letter. For the receiver did not matter but simply the delivery itself would grant an excessive reward. Weight, distance, all those equated toward trying to make a profit. But such an area permitted a sense of both wonder and wariness.

Whom would he suspect in such a place with only the steady growl of his motorcycle to accompany him? Yet he wasn't alone. Still in the back of his mind strayed those images, those ghosts, soundless save for one if not a series of smaller voices beckoning him onward. Such mischievous sprites that held secrets all their own, hushed fingers to closed yet grinning lips had all painted a picture oh so wrong.

Like drifting through a fog that refused to settle, yet it was simply the cool mist echoing from the water nearby. But finally a sign of life or rather construction. Stone, the path itself had been illustrated by something far for promising. He'd had come to his journey's end if only to make the trip back. But something hounded him unknowing to the blond's own senses. It sought blood, perhaps his own.

If he were wiser one might assume he'd been for better sake of the word luring the wolf to the innocent. But still the sleek motorcycle came to a halt as the blond finally exhaled a breath. He was there. And the messenger bag at his side housed the document within. But one part of him refused to be left behind. The blade sheathed at an angle behind his waist.

An essential. Something that shouldn't belong in such a place to begin with. But still his boots skimmed the stone steps while he made for the wooden door. Firm yet polite came his knocks.