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pawnstorm2016-04-19 08:15 pm
showsnopiety) wrote in pawnstorm2016-04-19 08:15 pm
All this bad blood here: Open job post!
Who: Caren and you!
When: After the War, 4/20-4/30
Where: Graupera, Gresser, Palamede
What: Job stuff, including getting yelled at, meeting Servants, all that jazz.
Rating: Pretty sure we got into Rated R for fetish talk and violent thoughts in the Gilgamesh thread there
I: Vessel of hope
[It was an unusual request, but she didn't think it would be one that she could by pass. While there were some parts of the order and the church that she held in contempt, she was a priestess, through and through. Her offering was a simple one, a plain boat with a puffin candle, white and sheltered by slender glass.
A touch of mana lights it with a murmured word. And when the sun goes down, she's there with the rest of the crowd. Her boat is set down, and she starts to sing.
It's a surprisingly lovely, sweet voice-and her singing is in Latin. They are hymns, songs of mourning and blessing, things that one might hear at a funeral.
Her eyes flick to anyone who approaches. She may cease, continue until she is finished, or start singing instead 'Amazing Grace' as an invitation for anyone to join her, if they so wish.]
II: A six pack is worth a thousand pictures
A
Ah. That would be perfect.
[She nods to herself, as she focuses with her camera. This is an odd thing to take a photo off...perhaps it is of a hay bale, a plate of food, or a child crying after falling on their knees and skinning it. Really weird pictures like that. But it's not the only things she's taking a picture of. See that fountain? She's pointing you, hero, to stand underneath it.]
If you don't mind? I'd like a picture of you under the spray. I think it would be very appealing.
B
[She's hungry, but she as to pay for her meal before she has to actually gets anything. She's frowning at the riddle she was offered. It's rather...well, it's not a bad one, but she doesn't want to give up either. It's down on a piece of paper, and she's staring at it, as if it will give it answers.]
I know the answer. Just...need a moment.
[She scowls down at the paper. The locals, at least, seem amused by her. She's intelligent enough, but mostly she's stuck. She needs some orange juice or something to get her brain working but noooo, stupid town rule won't let her have it.]
III: Rebuild Palamede!
A
[She had been moping, as the usual. She was not a strong woman as things went, but she could clean. She was used to it, as things went, but the fact that the local that was showing her around didn't want to come in here...she respected that, and didn't press, for once. Caren could be surprisingly compassionate to those in need.
Which did not mean she would be so nice to those passing by. If anyone tried to walk through her recently washed floor for example...all it would take was a twist of her wrist, and she'd fling mop water at their head. With the mop.
This is slightly better than having her try and recruit someone to help her clean.]
B
[Caren hadn't asked for this. Her face was impassive as the man in front of her-heavier by over a hundred pounds, taller than a foot, maybe more. His mouth was hitched in a permanent smirk on one side, due to scarring. And, he seemed, he didn't have anything to laugh about. People had been hurt. And these heroes, these people God selected were supposed to keep them safe! They were supposed to do better then this!
There was a crowd forming because of this. And while Caren had been singing hymns and other things earlier, she had been heading in for a break. But now...
She watched him, and slowly brought a hand up to wipe at the spittle on her face. She was smiling, a little. Maybe someone wants to watch or...try to step in before something terrible happens.]
When: After the War, 4/20-4/30
Where: Graupera, Gresser, Palamede
What: Job stuff, including getting yelled at, meeting Servants, all that jazz.
Rating: Pretty sure we got into Rated R for fetish talk and violent thoughts in the Gilgamesh thread there
I: Vessel of hope
[It was an unusual request, but she didn't think it would be one that she could by pass. While there were some parts of the order and the church that she held in contempt, she was a priestess, through and through. Her offering was a simple one, a plain boat with a puffin candle, white and sheltered by slender glass.
A touch of mana lights it with a murmured word. And when the sun goes down, she's there with the rest of the crowd. Her boat is set down, and she starts to sing.
It's a surprisingly lovely, sweet voice-and her singing is in Latin. They are hymns, songs of mourning and blessing, things that one might hear at a funeral.
Her eyes flick to anyone who approaches. She may cease, continue until she is finished, or start singing instead 'Amazing Grace' as an invitation for anyone to join her, if they so wish.]
II: A six pack is worth a thousand pictures
A
Ah. That would be perfect.
[She nods to herself, as she focuses with her camera. This is an odd thing to take a photo off...perhaps it is of a hay bale, a plate of food, or a child crying after falling on their knees and skinning it. Really weird pictures like that. But it's not the only things she's taking a picture of. See that fountain? She's pointing you, hero, to stand underneath it.]
If you don't mind? I'd like a picture of you under the spray. I think it would be very appealing.
B
[She's hungry, but she as to pay for her meal before she has to actually gets anything. She's frowning at the riddle she was offered. It's rather...well, it's not a bad one, but she doesn't want to give up either. It's down on a piece of paper, and she's staring at it, as if it will give it answers.]
I know the answer. Just...need a moment.
[She scowls down at the paper. The locals, at least, seem amused by her. She's intelligent enough, but mostly she's stuck. She needs some orange juice or something to get her brain working but noooo, stupid town rule won't let her have it.]
III: Rebuild Palamede!
A
[She had been moping, as the usual. She was not a strong woman as things went, but she could clean. She was used to it, as things went, but the fact that the local that was showing her around didn't want to come in here...she respected that, and didn't press, for once. Caren could be surprisingly compassionate to those in need.
Which did not mean she would be so nice to those passing by. If anyone tried to walk through her recently washed floor for example...all it would take was a twist of her wrist, and she'd fling mop water at their head. With the mop.
This is slightly better than having her try and recruit someone to help her clean.]
B
[Caren hadn't asked for this. Her face was impassive as the man in front of her-heavier by over a hundred pounds, taller than a foot, maybe more. His mouth was hitched in a permanent smirk on one side, due to scarring. And, he seemed, he didn't have anything to laugh about. People had been hurt. And these heroes, these people God selected were supposed to keep them safe! They were supposed to do better then this!
There was a crowd forming because of this. And while Caren had been singing hymns and other things earlier, she had been heading in for a break. But now...
She watched him, and slowly brought a hand up to wipe at the spittle on her face. She was smiling, a little. Maybe someone wants to watch or...try to step in before something terrible happens.]
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It's worth a shot, right?
[ They are different instruments but Asuna knows what it's like to miss things from home. Maybe just playing music will help her. Just hearing someone speak in Japanese helped her a little.
If playing REALLY ACHINGLY SAD SONGS WILL HELP HER THEN ]
Hmmmm... [ She wants to try something. Muttering under her breath, she touches the paper boat gently. A small glow appears where she's brushed her fingers, and then it spreads all over, making it glow gently as if it was enchanted.
Asuna sighs and then smiles softly. ]
Holy magic seems fitting for a boat made by a priestess, right?
[ A very simple and basic Holy magic. She's just a Pawn. ]
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It can't hurt.
[She could speak Japanese if Asuna wanted it. But hey, playing achingly sad songs that made people feel as if their hearts were breaking? Don't mind if she does!
It could perk her up for an hour or two at least. But more importantly, Asuna makes the boat glow. No candle to be lost and dampened at see. At least the basic of basic holy magics can stick on the boat for awhile.]
Ah...so it is.
[Her lips curve into a smile briefly.]
Did someone teach you, or did you learn on your own?
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Is that smile even real? ASUNA THINKS IT IS ]
I usually try and learn magic on my own. The learning curve is more intuitive than you would expect but what's available in the library helps, too.
[ She sets the boat in the water before giving it a little push, watching it float along the surface. ]
Should we sing again?
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Especially Asuna's. Just like the smile is.]
Then I suppose when this is done, I'd best get back to the Halls of Glory. I might learn something useful.
[Such as making mana smoothies or something. Or torture spells. She doesn't know, as she watches as the boat float away.]
It wouldn't be a bad idea. Amazing Grace?
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The Hall of Glory had a lot of useful things so she's sure Caren will learn a lot in her exploration. For now, she's okay to sing again and be back-up vocals. Although she sombers a bit as she too watches the boat float away with the others. ]
Mm. I'll sing the entire song with you this time. You start.
[ SHE'LL JOIN IN AFTER THE FIRST NOTE PROB ]
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But hey, maybe Caren will learn and have fun. But for now, they have one last duty for this job.
She may have gotten an amused look...you haven't fooled her Asuna...before she takes in a deep breath, and starts to sing the first notes.
How sweet the sound.]
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THAT SAVED A WRETCH LIKE...... SOMEONE
But Caren is still heard over her because Asuna is shy about singing
GOODBYE BOATS HAVE A NICE JOURNEY ]
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It's okay Asuna. Caren doesn't mind covering for you.
BYE BOATS BYE
DON'T SINK UNTIL YOU'RE OUT OF SIGHT OF THE KIDS OKAY?]
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Caren was lost and now she's found Asuna will try and bring her to the light. Keyword: try. Oh my god does she try
DON'T SINK AT ALL ACTUALLY
WAS BLIND to Caren's lack of chill BUT NOW THEY SEE except Asuna they finish the song again because how do you rp singing I don't know. ]
That song is about redemption, isn't it?
[ This is lyric breakdown now I guess ]
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But hey more importantly they sung the words, they sounded awesome, look at that little boat go. WHOO.
Oh yeah Asuna asked something]
Salvation, the joy of god...the love of ones faith. It depends on what you want to take from it.
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Nammah we're good at rping ]
I suppose Chrysanth would be the one people would pray to here for something like this.
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We're the best at rping Mel]
Chrysanth? I do not believe I've encountered that god.
[She sighs.]
I need to find out more about the local gods, to give proper respect.
[Yeah. That's. Toooootally why.]
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Chrysanth is the god of abundance, friendship, and hope. His demeanor and the fact that he apparently walks among those of Enprise makes him the most well-liked of the gods.
[ After that, she clears her throat. ]
I've read a lot about the gods in the library. They're the ones responsible for bringing us here. Or that's what they say, anyway...
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[Her voice is soft, thoughtful. Really, that...sort of fact is an interesting one. And she has to wonder, if it were possible to capture him, and question him. If he's so friendly, he should be willing to tell their heroes a few things.]
But I wonder if it is the truth? If they have brought heroes on this side, why would they not bring heroes on the other? It would only make it fair, would it not?
[She muses out loud.It's an issue that has been troubling her since she's learned...many things about being here, really.]
Would it be possible to direct me to the library section? I'm very curious about...the gods of this world.
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Eh? Oh, sure. No problem.
[ She would probably be hanging out there too for a while. Even if she's probably read everything there already. Probably. ]
... You mean bring Heroes to Noir? [ She furrows her brow. What if that is true? If it is, what was Noir telling those Heroes that would have them fighting for their cause.
Maybe this war isn't so black and white. ]
I suppose gods can do whatever they like, can't they? There's a chance this is all just a game for them because they're bored.
[ As if the gods are actually programmers and she's really stuck in Sword Art Online this whole time. This is the experience of VR. ]
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Um, sorry. I don't mean to make you dislike the gods here or anything, especially since you're a priestess.
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[Some of which would get her called a fake priestess for not following. OH WELL. Her gesture is pacifying, before she moves to clasp her hands in front of her.]
I can not get offended on their behalf. After all, I know not of what they are capable of. I can only follow what God has bid of me.
[....you don't want to know what that is Asuna, it's kinda horrible.]
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No, stopping this war.
SHE KINDA WANTS TO KNOW she's curious. At the same time, it's kind of frustrating that Caren can't just do what she wants. ]
But you can still do things you would like to do too, right? As long as it doesn't interfere with your beliefs.
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[She dips her head. God, stopping her from doing what she wants? HAHAHAHAHA oh that's a funny joke. But really, Caren is sincere, in every aspect a priestess that she professes to be.]
If I were not true to myself and my interests, I would also be going against my beliefs. I am not one who secludes herself to contemplate God. There are those who are, and I wish them well.
But it is not my way, nor should it. Particularly here where there are many in need of help. I am a hero and a priestess. These duties need not conflict with one another. Nor should they bar me from enjoying myself.
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Being restricted sucks.
A small smile spreads across Asuna's face, knowing she had a similar philosophy. She wants to stay true to herself too, no matter what this world throws at her.
When Caren finishes, Asuna remembers a responsibility that Saber had given to her. To create a campaign like the Knights of the Round Table to be the front-line in the war and possibly in dungeons. Although Asuna values skill, beliefs were more important.
AND ASUNA IS CONSIDERING HAVING CAREN BE A PART OF THE ROUND TABLE VERSION 2.0 THIS IS A THING RIGHT NOW ]
What kinds of things do you enjoy?
[ Besides mouth battle with Nora ]
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Though hey, if Asuna wants her to sign up for the Round Table, she'd do it purely for the irony. She could be Lancelot! ....nah she doesn't have the teeth for it.
Seriously Asuna. You'll learn or...nah you'll just see how cute Caren is when she eats a pita and wears pink yoga pants.]
Various things of interest. I enjoy knowledge for knowledge's sake; I enjoy healing and music in particular.
I often spend my days spreading blessings to those in need and much of it training. I do not want to be useless in the field of battle. My comrades may need me.
[....she's sorta...speaking the truth....]
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And stop I still want yoga pants
She's probably not expecting Asuna's smile to grow the more she speaks. At the end, there's a very soft laugh. ]
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Also...no.
Caren blinks at her, and tilts her head.]
Did I pun by mistake?
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N-no, nothing like that. [ She waves a hand. WHy puns...... ]
It's just that we have a lot in common. I wasn't expecting it from someone I just met.
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[She tilts her head the other way.]
I'm sure it isn't the case. We may be more different than you may think.
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