for trans_9

[forging_on]

1.

Presea found herself, for the first time in a long while, feeling uncertain about her life and her future. She was completely grateful to Stacy, once things had been explained, and in fact she occasionally paused as she wandered the corridors to pat the wall affectionately. It was reassuring to know that their vessel was alive -- it was something like the giant flying fish of her homeworld, although she'd never heard of anyone riding inside one of them.

She had been uncharacteristically quiet since she had woken, trying to take everything in. And then, instead of immediately seeking company or making friends, she'd gone wandering, alone with her thoughts and the soft pulse of the ship. She hadn't met anyone yet that she could admit this to, but she just wasn't quite sure how much help she was going to be towards the missions ahead. She was fairly competent with weapons, but the people here seemed to use all kind of weaponry she'd never seen before. Did they need a blacksmith? Did they have one already?

She was not too old to adapt to another trade, if she had to, but it made her wonder why she had been chosen, among all of the people she had known on Cephiro. She would never offer the Knights' service without their permission, but wouldn't they be more qualified? Or Cail Lantis, or Guru Clef?

She was here. There had to be a reason for it, and she would find out why. It was with this mixture of worry and determination that she walked the halls, lost in thought.




2.

Presea was perhaps a little frustrated. More than a little frustrated. It had been a bad week, and this individual was not helping.

"I promise you," she said, eyes dark, "that if you touch me again, there will be punishment." She leaned back, resting her hands on her hips, feet planted. The scowl on her face didn't last very long, however. As she continued speaking, her gaze went dreamy, amused.

"What should I do? I could hang you up by your toes! I could record your singing in the shower and show the whole ship! I could boil you in oil!"

By this point, she had reached a frightening grin. "Just try me."





3.

Presea was happy. She was practically glowing, in fact. There was nothing better to her than the opportunity to do what she was good at, and she was going to take it. She could practically feel the press of her circlet against her forehead again, the way that sweat collected around it in the heat of the forge.

She hummed to herself as she lifted the weapon she was repairing, holding it out in a basic attack stance. She sighted down the sword to check the balance, and made a couple of nice practice swings. Despite the heaviness of the blade, she wielded it with ease, if not comfort. This was a bigger sword than she preferred, but she wasn't fixing it for herself, after all.

"There! Good as new," she said, beaming.

RIDICULOUSLY tentative test post for anemoi

[misery_hates_company]

1 [VILLAIN APP]

*The pair of you have been giving the goody-two-shoes in Sirocco a run for their money. Say what you will about Misery, for someone forced to do what she does, she's dedicated to her job.*

My Lord. I've helped throw chaos into their ranks as you have commanded, but a few of them seem determined still to resist. Shall I send our forces to take them out, or shall I handle the situation personally?


2 [VILLAIN APP]



*Gee, and you were making such good progress too. Guess who's just shown up. Hint: Bluh bluh.*

And here I thought you were a bunch of bumblers. I must admit you've done better than I expected! Unfortunately, my Lord is already on his way to his goal. Still, I suppose I have some time to play with you all.


3 [REGULAR APP]

*So the fight is over, she'd disappeared for a while with her master -- and then reappeared in the same state as everybody else. Needless to say, she hasn't exactly had a cordial welcome, and she's already pretty defensive when you come to visit her.*



Let me guess. More statements about how you're keeping an eye on me, how little you trust me, etc. etc.? You all must enjoy taunting the amnesiac villain. Make it quick. I was enjoying my brief time alone, and I would like to return to it, if you please.