Post by claire fermont on May 30, 2017 15:58:15 GMT
[attr="class","ig"]"So Claire, you'll be helping in a fledgling mission? How lame," Vani says from the familiar world, while Claire makes her way towards the Hall. "And here I've been wanting to kick monster ass. Can't you just force your higher-ups to give you a mission suited for your rank?"
Claire sighs. "No," she answers, telepathically. Outside her face betrays her exasperation for her familiar. She walks with a cold air of pride and respect. She earns murmurs and nervous stares, in rare occasions nods of recognition and even rarer, a smile and a wave. She pushes open the door, and in she enters the Hall. She proceeds to sit in the back area of the Hall, leaning against a pillar.
"We should follow what the seniors want. I have no qualms helping a fledgling mission. Maybe I get to impart the knowledge I have." Her mind wanders to the memory of a certain black-haired woman and her jackal familiar, who, Claire hopes, had learned something from her. The Knight also hopes she does not venture again to such a dangerous place.
Her agenda for the day is to be informed of the nature of the mission. She received the word in her Witch License last night, and a courier pigeon from the coven had informed her of the necessity of said mission. Claire does wonder, though, who would be the certain fledgling. There are a lot of newbies in the ranks of the Helios Knights. She have heard of the names, some of them. Words she's been hearing range from terrific to terrible. From those fledglings attending the Apprenticeship Program, to fledglings who have been nothing but nuisance and pride.
Claire is brought back to reality by a certain reflection of light. Claire turns to look at the man bearing such... a flash, and his name flits to her mind: Lex Rocheirr, along with the vague memory of rumors of his scar's history.
Needless to say, he has the novice's attention.
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@lex
I hope this is ok! Tell me if you needed something to be changed!
@lex
I hope this is ok! Tell me if you needed something to be changed!
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Claire sighs. "No," she answers, telepathically. Outside her face betrays her exasperation for her familiar. She walks with a cold air of pride and respect. She earns murmurs and nervous stares, in rare occasions nods of recognition and even rarer, a smile and a wave. She pushes open the door, and in she enters the Hall. She proceeds to sit in the back area of the Hall, leaning against a pillar.
"We should follow what the seniors want. I have no qualms helping a fledgling mission. Maybe I get to impart the knowledge I have." Her mind wanders to the memory of a certain black-haired woman and her jackal familiar, who, Claire hopes, had learned something from her. The Knight also hopes she does not venture again to such a dangerous place.
Her agenda for the day is to be informed of the nature of the mission. She received the word in her Witch License last night, and a courier pigeon from the coven had informed her of the necessity of said mission. Claire does wonder, though, who would be the certain fledgling. There are a lot of newbies in the ranks of the Helios Knights. She have heard of the names, some of them. Words she's been hearing range from terrific to terrible. From those fledglings attending the Apprenticeship Program, to fledglings who have been nothing but nuisance and pride.
Claire is brought back to reality by a certain reflection of light. Claire turns to look at the man bearing such... a flash, and his name flits to her mind: Lex Rocheirr, along with the vague memory of rumors of his scar's history.
Needless to say, he has the novice's attention.
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