[ This place wasn't her scene. Something about digging up the bones of the past was unsettling to her. Texts, yes, she could read books about civilizations past until the words streamed past her, and her eyes could no longer stay open. But something about places like this (ones that were much better suited for bandits, murderers, or, rarely, archaeologists like him) set her on edge. There was nothing here but heat, stifling heat, secrets and a train ticket out.
And the wall.
They saw it on the way in, strong and imposing, towering over the cracked and barren badlands. And here, making her way toward it on boar-back (side saddle, of course; she was a proper lady, even heading into battle), the overwhelming smell of ozone hanging heavy in the air, a few stray hairs from her blond bun wet and sticking to her face and neck, Lux looked up at the monument they had to protect.
A wall to keep Noir out, if all went well. And it would, she would make sure of it. After Operation Dasvidaniya, she swore to herself: No one would die here. She would save them. She would save them all.
Dismounting, the small blond slowly walked toward the Defense Wall, making note of the well-placed traps there. She would investigate those later, but first, closing the space, she let one hand rest against the rocky, pitted surface, before resting her forehead against it. Her lips moved silently.
A prayer, for victory. Where did she learn something like that? And who was it to? ]
♕ o2-A. WE'LL BE THERE BEFORE TOO LONG.
FOSOPYE!
Aurgh!
[ She was having a hard time of it. The Queen standing at your side (what cruel trick put a Queen on the front lines?!), throwing spell after spell to only have them intercepted and absorbed by the charging goldhorn cavalry... No one would likely blame her for being frustrated. Breathing heavy from the effort—how many spells had that been now—she might have been better served falling back.
But instead, seeing people around her struggling, she took matters into her own hands. Quite literally.
Are you running low on mana? Her hand will slip over yours, a burst of chaotic, colorful mana flooding alongside your own, giving you strength. Hurt in the heat of battle? She was no healer, but with a medical bag and a bit of illusionary magic to keep her (somewhat) cloaked, she was ready to Florence Nightingale this front line.
But flitting around as she was, the slight blond was liable to make herself a target. ]
♕ o2-B. FLY, THE WIND WILL TAKE ME.
[ The earth shook under their feet, and what was once solid no longer felt quite so. Soldiers dropped with the tremors, and shouts began to spread across the lines.
One of the volcanos had just blown its top. Attending to the needs of the front line, Lux felt the rocky, craggy earth suddenly lurch and shudder, thrown off her feet and to the ground. But it wasn't the eruption in the distance that caused it.
Sulphur. That was the smell of sulphur. And a sudden, faint spray of something hot against her cheek, gentle yet still managing to burn. ]
The geysers!
[ The volcano was only the beginning, its eruptions triggering a chain reaction around them, a domino effect moving underneath their feet. The ground continued to rumble and churn, and, quickly looking around her, Lux came to the chilling realization. They were surrounded. Not by Noir soldiers, but by a now active network of geysers.
Heavens above...
Jumping to her feet, not caring whether her medical bag was with her (her staff was securely fastened to her), she stopped suddenly, pain shooting through her left leg the moment she put weight on it. She chanced a glance down, a gash extending toward the back of her knee covered in dirt and blood, the rocks below her stained red. Wincing deeply, she took in a sharp breath as another geyser rumbled and belched nearby.
One quick breath. Two. Three.
She forced her legs to move, her left knee burning white hot with pain as she began to run. Just. Run. Just. RUN.
Seeing another Hero in her route, her face twisted in mild pain, she grabbed for them—a hand, an arm, anything. ]
Come on!
♕ o3. FEEL YOUR HEART AND IT'S GLOWING.
[ Her body felt heavy, like she hadn't slept for days. There was no pain, and the acrid smell of sulphur, ozone and wild magic were gone. She couldn't feel anything at first, her senses dulled to the point of near nonexistence.
But she could hear voices, scarcely, a thousand miles away. Worried voices.
Then the first tactile sensations; she felt pleasantly warm, a familiar golden glow of mana lingering in her veins (...Sion?). She could feel what she was lying on, and while by no means as soft as a bed, it was comforting. And she could smell... blood and medicine. She could taste them.
Slowly, she closed her eyes. The woman who had come back from the dead—not that she remembered, or quite realized. Her eyes unfocused, she slowly moved her head to the side, to look out at the world. ]
Ah—
[ Her throat and lungs burned with the faintest noise, and speaking even so much put her into a sudden fit of coughing as the pain slowly seeped back in to every pore of her being. Sleeping beauty was finally awake. ]
[OOC note: Lux will die in prompt 2-B (closed reactions to Allen and Sion). 2-B is still an open prompt. If you want to assume that your character saw her die, please feel free!]
lux crownguard (vanguard) | ota.
[ This place wasn't her scene. Something about digging up the bones of the past was unsettling to her. Texts, yes, she could read books about civilizations past until the words streamed past her, and her eyes could no longer stay open. But something about places like this (ones that were much better suited for bandits, murderers, or, rarely, archaeologists like him) set her on edge. There was nothing here but heat, stifling heat, secrets and a train ticket out.
And the wall.
They saw it on the way in, strong and imposing, towering over the cracked and barren badlands. And here, making her way toward it on boar-back (side saddle, of course; she was a proper lady, even heading into battle), the overwhelming smell of ozone hanging heavy in the air, a few stray hairs from her blond bun wet and sticking to her face and neck, Lux looked up at the monument they had to protect.
A wall to keep Noir out, if all went well. And it would, she would make sure of it. After Operation Dasvidaniya, she swore to herself: No one would die here. She would save them. She would save them all.
Dismounting, the small blond slowly walked toward the Defense Wall, making note of the well-placed traps there. She would investigate those later, but first, closing the space, she let one hand rest against the rocky, pitted surface, before resting her forehead against it. Her lips moved silently.
A prayer, for victory. Where did she learn something like that? And who was it to? ]
♕ o2-A. WE'LL BE THERE BEFORE TOO LONG.
FOSOPYE!
Aurgh!
[ She was having a hard time of it. The Queen standing at your side (what cruel trick put a Queen on the front lines?!), throwing spell after spell to only have them intercepted and absorbed by the charging goldhorn cavalry... No one would likely blame her for being frustrated. Breathing heavy from the effort—how many spells had that been now—she might have been better served falling back.
But instead, seeing people around her struggling, she took matters into her own hands. Quite literally.
Are you running low on mana? Her hand will slip over yours, a burst of chaotic, colorful mana flooding alongside your own, giving you strength. Hurt in the heat of battle? She was no healer, but with a medical bag and a bit of illusionary magic to keep her (somewhat) cloaked, she was ready to Florence Nightingale this front line.
But flitting around as she was, the slight blond was liable to make herself a target. ]
♕ o2-B. FLY, THE WIND WILL TAKE ME.
[ The earth shook under their feet, and what was once solid no longer felt quite so. Soldiers dropped with the tremors, and shouts began to spread across the lines.
One of the volcanos had just blown its top. Attending to the needs of the front line, Lux felt the rocky, craggy earth suddenly lurch and shudder, thrown off her feet and to the ground. But it wasn't the eruption in the distance that caused it.
Sulphur. That was the smell of sulphur. And a sudden, faint spray of something hot against her cheek, gentle yet still managing to burn. ]
The geysers!
[ The volcano was only the beginning, its eruptions triggering a chain reaction around them, a domino effect moving underneath their feet. The ground continued to rumble and churn, and, quickly looking around her, Lux came to the chilling realization. They were surrounded. Not by Noir soldiers, but by a now active network of geysers.
Heavens above...
Jumping to her feet, not caring whether her medical bag was with her (her staff was securely fastened to her), she stopped suddenly, pain shooting through her left leg the moment she put weight on it. She chanced a glance down, a gash extending toward the back of her knee covered in dirt and blood, the rocks below her stained red. Wincing deeply, she took in a sharp breath as another geyser rumbled and belched nearby.
One quick breath. Two. Three.
She forced her legs to move, her left knee burning white hot with pain as she began to run. Just. Run. Just. RUN.
Seeing another Hero in her route, her face twisted in mild pain, she grabbed for them—a hand, an arm, anything. ]
Come on!
♕ o3. FEEL YOUR HEART AND IT'S GLOWING.
[ Her body felt heavy, like she hadn't slept for days. There was no pain, and the acrid smell of sulphur, ozone and wild magic were gone. She couldn't feel anything at first, her senses dulled to the point of near nonexistence.
But she could hear voices, scarcely, a thousand miles away. Worried voices.
Then the first tactile sensations; she felt pleasantly warm, a familiar golden glow of mana lingering in her veins (...Sion?). She could feel what she was lying on, and while by no means as soft as a bed, it was comforting. And she could smell... blood and medicine. She could taste them.
Slowly, she closed her eyes. The woman who had come back from the dead—not that she remembered, or quite realized. Her eyes unfocused, she slowly moved her head to the side, to look out at the world. ]
Ah—
[ Her throat and lungs burned with the faintest noise, and speaking even so much put her into a sudden fit of coughing as the pain slowly seeped back in to every pore of her being. Sleeping beauty was finally awake. ]
[OOC note: Lux will die in prompt 2-B (closed reactions to Allen and Sion). 2-B is still an open prompt. If you want to assume that your character saw her die, please feel free!]