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Post by Conrí on Nov 8, 2018 16:44:00 GMT -5
Éirín sighed and donned her headdress before going out the door of her hut. She walked slowly through the fields, moving her hands in peculiar patterns as she went. The energy of this place felt boring to her at this point. It was all too familiar. A low growl vibrated in her throat when her thoughts turned to what she was about to do. The girl had nothing in particular against Avalon, but, she simply thought she would have been away from it by now. The madra caorach had seemed lively, if nothing else. She still laughed mentally at the fact the idiot had not only found his life mate and had managed to go so far with him in the space of three days. Éirín also held her head high as she passed the few other trainees in the fields. The energy flows around them were interesting and unstable. This unevenness brought her some joy.
She acknowledged their murmurs and bows with a cool glance and nod before simply flicking her wrist to help them balance out their movements. Her tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth. Once she passed the fields and a small thicket of trees, Éirín seated herself on a flat stone slab surrounded by a ring of smaller stones. She closed her eyes and brought her hands together into a specific handsign and started breathing deeply to help her activate her Spirit Walker ability for a longer period of time. The girl thought of her deartháir, her madra caorach, and then felt for his connections. His destined one with crimson eyes was easy enough to do, and from him, the wolf girl was able to locate the one that Conrí sometimes called Master, though, not in a way to make it amusing to her, and, that thought made her slightly annoyed and bored again.
"The one called Lucia." The one with the goddess aura visualised the form of the woman she wanted to reach and was able to project herself through the spirit realm to her. "It's about that madra caorach--sheepdog--of an apprentice of yours. Got a minute to chat? Here is how you find me." Éirín showed the woman her coordinates and was sure to use her most sincere and cheekiest smile possible when making her request.
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Post by Ziya on Nov 8, 2018 22:09:23 GMT -5
A few minutes later a Corridor of Darkness opened nearby, swirling for a moment before Lucia Talec emerged, wearing her usual working outfit with her hair slightly singed and out of place. Her violet eyes swept across the unfamiliar land, searching for any threats before returning to the stone circle and it's lone occupant with a small amount of interest.
Most people would just see a young teenager with auburn hair, but to her eyes they radiated power beyond most she had met, only rivaled by her own former master and some others of Riley's family, and only then when they were serious. She showed no fear or hesitation as she walked into the circle, though she did stop out of arm's reach before speaking in a flat, slightly tired tone. "I'm assuming you're aware that I just came from a fight and aren't in a mood to play games. I'm also guessing that you know what I'm capable of, but I honestly do hope you just want to talk. Why did Conrí not tell me about having a sister?"
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Post by Conrí on Nov 8, 2018 22:33:43 GMT -5
"Straight to the point, kind of like him. Yes, I know you just came from a fight. If you like, I can restore some of your energy to you. After all, you are quite perceptive, also like my brother." Éirín opened her eyes and broke her concentration on showing Lucia her location. She absentmindedly moved her hands in a fluid motion toward Lucia and chanted a bit in the name of the goddess after which she semi-shared a name. Before she changed it into something more fitting. She breathed in and out, letting the rush of chi flow back into the earth. "Put quite simply, my father had me executed right in front of Conrí. At least, that's what should have happened. Gaea saved me. Brought me here. Oh," Éirín winked a bit, "Welcome to Avalon. If you ever need a reprieve in the coming...eh...days, my land is open to you. It's otherwise so boring here. Finally, madra caorach found interesting people to call his pack."
Éirín flashed Lucia a genuine smile. She understood why her dimwit of a brother chose them, something she was almost certain he didn't comprehend. "Bluntly, I know who holds the answers to finding our homeworld. As do you, if you can think of a certain someone with a...peculiar curse who...knows people." The smile turned smirk and was followed with a instinctive wink. "My visions led me to that. Also," the wolf girl said, pulling out her Magician tarot deck and holding it in her left hand and her Priestess deck in her right. "Would you care your reading from the right or the left and before or after your tour? There are things here that this place wants to show you, for some reason. To help that dunce of a brother of mine. How you reach those answers matters not to me, múinteoir." Éirín choked back a chuckle at her own insistence at calling Lucia a teacher, wondering what she was thinking about all of this.
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Post by Ziya on Nov 9, 2018 1:47:18 GMT -5
Lucia's eyes glowed slightly as she felt her energy return, somehow settling her hair in the process, only to shift to crimson for an instant at the mention of what had happened to her. Such things had never sat well with her, especially given how much family both she and Jason had lost to meaningless executions before they were even born. "I appreciate the offer, though I do already have a port of call, as it were."
She found herself smiling back at the girl before she realized it, though she soon would have been anyhow as she realized exactly who she was talking about and chuckled softly. Obviously Derio had been a part of their collective past than any of them had realized.
The decks genuinely surprised her, though not in the sense most would expect. She resisted the urge to pull her own deck out of her enchanted pockets, instead focusing on the auras of the two choices before nodding to herself and pointing to the right. "Right, please. What you've done helped -and I'm thankful for that- but I'm still not in the mood for that level of sass. As for when, if you're willing I'd prefer now. Readings always make more sense after the fact anyhow."
Some would call her odd at accepting everything currently happening, but they wouldn't have her Auric Sight, nor her personal experience with things both similar and much stranger than this situation.
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Post by Conrí on Nov 9, 2018 12:48:07 GMT -5
Éirín noticed Lucia's aura flash violently when she had taken in the last time Conrí had seen her alive. She smiled gently but shook her head. "Conrí doesn't remember everything about that night. I blocked the worser bits from his memory and made him think that our elder council did it. That's separate from the druids. He and da never got along, especially not after da turned dark, came back, but wasn't the same, and started blamin' me for me mam's death. I left for priestess training. All of that to say, I wouldn't change how things ended up." The wolf girl said all of this as she shuffled Lucia's chosen deck. She waited until the cards felt right, though, she knew it was slightly more proper for her to ask the participant to tell her a number.
She stopped shuffling and let out a breath. "I get the sense you know how this works. Eyes are telling things, aren't they?" A smirk spread on her face. "Sorry for not asking about the shuffling. I'm assuming you have a question to ask, and, well, you know this stuff, so, you tell me what you want me to ask of my deck as far as splitting it and adding in reversed meanings." Éirín chuckled a little, fairly certain that whatever Lucia asked wouldn't necessarily change the outcome, but, courtesy was important. "I really hope that madra caorach isn't causing you problems."
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Post by Ziya on Nov 10, 2018 13:38:55 GMT -5
The information finished the explanation for Lucia, but it did little to make her feel better about it all. "I should have punched him in the face during Conrí's Dive. I wanted to, but didn't." Now she regretted it, but she supposed it was for the best. She certainly didn't plan to tell Conrí, unless he asked at least.
She couldn't help but grin back as the girl showed that she knew about her Sight, clearly marking her as observant and another who can see things. "My question? Your deck clearly has something it wishes to tell me, so I'll just ask for it to do so. As for splitting, let's go with once in three, and reversed are fine."
All of that was standard for her, but as the girl once again used that term for Conrí, something she could only assume was an insult given how she spoke of him in their common language, and it bothered her. "You know so much about me, but I've yet to learn your name. Shall I call you fifl vagr, or would you like to tell me your actual name?" She was seriously considering using the term anyhow, considering "foolish wolf" seemed to fit her fairly well, but for now she'd leave it untranslated.
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Post by Conrí on Nov 10, 2018 18:33:17 GMT -5
Éirín nodded solemnly. "I'm not surprised that man was in my brother's heart. He did other things, too. I was secretly glad when Conrí ran off to be with the druids." The wolf girl sighed and flexed her fingers a bit. She listened carefully to Lucia and split the deck how she had been asked, and then drew the cards. The priestess paused, and pressed her lips together. Her golden eyes surveyed the deck, and the weight of the cards, still needing to be laid out, in her hands felt equally light and heavy. "Horizontal or Vertical?" The question came out slightly more robotic than she'd meant it to. "Sorry," Éirín said with a sigh. "This one's a bit of a mixed bag, it seems. Balanced, at least, but...it's not quite what I was expecting, given my meditation this morning."
The wolf girl's posture changed when Lucia mentioned that she seemed to know a lot about her guest, while her guest still didn't know her name. A slow, bemused smirk spread across the priestess's lips as she heard an ancient, but somewhat comforting language fill her ears. "Very well, though, you really should be careful who you call a foolish wolf, kaldr leika." The wolf girl winked suggestively enough to likely make a normal person question her intentions--possibly attractions--so she wondered what all Lucia would notice. "My name is Éirín. The name itself is one I've modified from my birth name of Éiri, and is my proper name. Éiri was derived from Éiriú. The wife of the god my...brother prays to. Éirín itself can mean something akin to Éiriú's king, or Little Éiriú. And, not that you asked, but my proper title is Matron Emissary of Avalon, Heiress Apparent to the throne of Tir Tairngire, regardless of what my da or that...gr...madra caorach--sheepdog--thinks." An intesne mischievous light entered and danced like flames in Éirín's golden eyes. "However, some puny chair doesn't interest me much. Deartháir has better plans for it, especially with that lad at his side, and, besides, I've come to prefer the title Goddess." A coy touch to her lips and a snicker showed just how much the wolf girl was enjoying this talk.
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Post by Ziya on Nov 13, 2018 2:55:32 GMT -5
"Sorry, Vertical" Lucia's left eyebrow rose in surprise and amusement at the words of her old world's language, however nonsensical they seemed. "While I'm impressed you recognized and know a small amount of the tongue, Éirín, I don't believe that "cold play" is an insult. I'll be certain to refer to you by name from now on, however."
She was tempted to call her hraumi instead, seeing as the term braggart seemed to fit, but instead she decided to play the girl's game. "Well, since we're doing proper introductions, I am Lucia Talec, Bearer of the title of Mizan and the Balancer of Duality and Twilight, and the sole surviving member of the governing body of my world." She refrained from releasing any of her power, sensing it would do nothing but make her appear nervous or jealous, though she did have a confident smile of her own.
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Post by Conrí on Nov 14, 2018 19:59:48 GMT -5
"Now it makes sense." Éirín said in a bemused way after hearing Lucia's title. "My brother is not a balancer, though. From my understanding, he's someone special. Something else. Something...special." As she said this, she focused on laying out the cards as she was instructed, but, she already felt that two cards for sure were in the spread.
As she flipped the cards over, she wasn't surprised to see Death in the recent past section, and wasn't impressed that Tower had showed up in the immediate future. The wolf girl tsked her tongue. The immediate challenge also showed Justice turned upside down. The priestess smirked at this and sighed. "Well, that explains my apprehensions." Éirín was a bit relieved to see the Four of Wands upright in the Final Outcome section, with the Sun, the Queen of Cups, the King of Wands, and an extra card -- the Queen of Pentacles -- as clarifiers, or, perhaps more like symbols. She began tracing out the reading, which, was pretty much a reading of Conrí's life up to the point, but Éirín stopped when she got to the Tower. Her hand hovered over her deck, and her eyes met Lucia's.
"I beseech you, deck, in the name of the light and peace I was named after and follow, please allow this meaning to be clarified through the two cards I will draw from you." The wolf girl's eyes seemed to glaze over slightly as she drew her cards. She resisted the urge to press her fingers into her temples. The Priestess audibly breathed out when she saw the High Priestess staring back at her, but shuddered when the Moon was next to her symbol. She laid both cards down. "It appears I'm part of his upheaval, and," she said with a glance at the Moon, "So is what the madra caorach has been running from all this time."
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Post by Ziya on Nov 17, 2018 0:47:45 GMT -5
Lucia stood silently as Éirín drew the cards in a familiar placement, though the power emanating from them was a decent amount more than when she did any readings. She was experienced enough to roll her eyes at the deck deciding to use the Death card literally, but it did fit at least.
She felt, as well as saw, the dread as the young girl's eyes met her own and asked for clarification. A small shiver went up her spine at the sigh, only for it to be given a reason a moment later with the explanation. She kept her voice level, though not without a little effort. "What has he been running from?"
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Post by Conrí on Nov 17, 2018 21:05:41 GMT -5
Éirín could feel how hard Lucia had to fight the shiver that had crawled down her spine. Still, the wolf girl had gained a certain amount of respect for her brother's choices in leaders for himself. The priestess sighed again. "It's a long story, and, not all mine to tell, but, the short answer is...this." Éirín closed her eyes, not even bothering with the incantation, because she knew. Throughout the years that she had done this reading, she always ended up with the same damn card at the very end. Why her brother ever felt the need to run from such a thing, she supposed she would never fully understand.
To make her point as to how accurate this reading was, she drew a card from the deck they were using and looked at the other deck, and sure enough, it stuck out a card it indicated to be drawn. Like all the other times. The wolf girl nodded and drew the card while turning over the other in her hand to reveal two Wheels of Fortune. "Fate. Father. They are one in the same. In fact, you could say that Father is the snake that binds these two wheels of duty and sacrifice together for Conrí."
The priestess quickly used a bit of energy to have the decks set themselves. "Let's go. There's something here that is for you to give to the madra caorach, and something for yourself as well. Honestly, it appears our gods decided to favour you for not letting their prized 'son' fall into despair."
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Post by Ziya on Nov 19, 2018 1:36:30 GMT -5
A nod gave Lucia time to process a little of what Éirín meant, though the twin Wheel of Fortune cards spelled things out fairly clearly. Memories of her own father sprang to her mind, much more pleasant than the memories of the fate of most like her that followed after.
Her tone was slightly bitter, though with hints of longing and loss as she gazed at the cards. "I see. I had no problems with my father, but I've never been a fan of fate, personally. When you fought it for as long as I did you come to think of it as more of a challenge than something set in stone."
Lucia couldn't help but look a touch envious as Éirín effortlessly had the decks reset themselves as she half-invited half-commanded her to follow her. For once Lucia decided that sarcasm and wit would do nothing but ruin the mood, choosing instead to nod once more before following the young goddess to their destination.
She did idly wonder how her guide would react to her Aspect or Requiem forms, considering just how much divine power grew in her aura during those.
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Post by Conrí on Nov 19, 2018 10:41:42 GMT -5
Éirín smirked coyly as Lucia spoke. "As do I, really. Though, I am sorry that you lost such a good person like that." Rather than dwell on the matter and cause Lucia more pain, the wolf girl began to explain just a touch of the lore surrounding the world in which she found herself. "Avalon was thought to be Tir Tairgire's heaven. After all, the gods do commune with the priestesses here frequently enough, but, what the other mystics couldn't fathom was it being more like a retreat for the deities themselves." As the priestess spoke, laughter and yelling interrupted her, and she cast a chilling gaze at a couple of young children who were clearly only apprentices. Immediately, the children stopped their wrestling and bickering and stood at rigid attention.
She turned around and looked at Lucia with a smile on her lips. "If you're that curious to see how I'd react to your auras in those forms, which, dear one, I saw with my oracle sight, why not show these apprentices a bit of what exists outside of this realm?" When she stopped speaking to Lucia, she turned back to the children. "Na bí dána, a phaistí!" Éirín reprimanded in a low growl. "Honestly! Old man Lugus and Éiriú are likely to have words for you themselves. For now, stand and wait and see what Master Lucia Talec decides to do with you herself." The wolf girl winked in a manner not all that dissimilar to her brother when she spoke.
"Only kidding, Lucia. Children. Go back to your duties and allow us to go back to ours in peace. The light and blessings of Éiriú on you, a phaistí."
The children's eyes widened, they exchanged looks and shrugs before bowing and returning the saying to Éirín and waving at Lucia before running down a path that ran opposite to where the wolf girl wanted to take her guest. In reality, the priestess half thought of simply just retiring to her hut and letting the distinguished warrior just wander around for herself, but, duties proved to weigh on Éirín's shoulders like granite lately.
Another, sadder sigh escaped her lips. "Come, it's right up the hill." Without waiting, the girl walked up to the familiar place and waited for Lucia at the top. Already, she could hear the echos of drumbeats, but, she knew it was only in her head. It was time to face what she had been running from, as well, even if she didn't admit it.
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Post by Ziya on Nov 22, 2018 0:51:43 GMT -5
Lucia listened with interest as she followed Éirín, though she couldn't help but smile gently at the children despite her guide's harsh words. She stiffened, partly from the surprise of the girl knowing of her forms, yet mostly from the thought of using them in such a way, only to catch the wink at the last second. She sighed as she waved back at the kids. "You knew all along I'd never do that, didn't you." It wasn't a question.
As the two approached the hill she couldn't help but notice the shift in Éirín's aura thicken, as if weighing her down in some way. Remembering how Conrí used his aura, Lucia attempted to send a feeling of reassurance and gratitude to the girl, even as she was tempted to summon her armor again. Whatever was on that hill must be incredibly powerful, and she had no way of knowing it's intentions until it would be too late.
As she joined her guide at the top, she unconsciously began drawing in small amounts of her Elements, barely perceptible motes of white, black, and violet that gathered around her like dust caught in a sunbeam.
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Post by Conrí on Nov 22, 2018 17:48:23 GMT -5
Éirín simply smirked and winked at Lucia's statement. "Did I know that? Really? Hm, well, telling you would be spoilers, anyway, and, girls like us need to keep our secrets." Another wink almost made the wolf girl question how it all was being interpreted, but, she merely had to assume that Lucia was used to Tir Tairngirian wit at this point. If not, the priestess hoped the Keyblade Master learned quickly.
Éirín sighed, and shook her head slightly. "There isn't an enemy where we're going that will face you, dear. Besides, what kind of god offers up a gift, only to turn on the people it was sworn to protect?" She looked down the hill to the circle of towering stones that had an altar in its center. The wolf girl could still smell the charred wood from the last bonfire they'd had there. The priestess jerked her head toward the site and walked down the hill toward it.
Éirín shuddered as she neared the altar. She cast her gaze up to the sky, as though she was waiting to hear something from the heavens. "Guest of Avalon. Mighty warrior. Keyblade Master. Teacher of the Heir Apparent of Tir Tairngire." As she addressed Lucia, the wolf girl was sure to make her voice loud. Clear. Heard. "As Matron Emissary, I must ask that you keep this place secret. Anything you see while you are here, you mustn't tell to anyone, except for me, and, one word to Conrí will mean complete failure. That, frankly, is not an option."
The priestess nodded and then started to chant out an invocation to both the goddess after whom she was named, and Lugus. Slowly, energy gathered over the remains of the bonfire. Light concentrated and brought with it, heat. Suddenly, a woman, who was cloaked in white and had red curls, and a sturdy man with long garnet hair appeared in front of Éirín. "Eternal Mother, 'Old Man', I have brought the one you have sought. I ask that you grant her a boon that you see fit. Whatever that may be." The wolf girl actually managed to bow slightly in front of the deities. "I also ask that you allow us passage to that place. So that she may know the truth and retrieve what is rightfully the king's."
The goddess and god nodded and turned to Lucia, waiting patiently to hear her request, as a swirling, heat-distortion like oval appeared next to them.
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Post by Ziya on Nov 24, 2018 9:25:00 GMT -5
Lucia glanced over at Éirín sheepishly as she realized what was happening, allowing the motes of the three Elements to dissipate once more as they continued down the hill toward the altar. Her guide's request imparted just as much weight as her aura, leaving Lucia no reasonable choice but to accept the burden of the secret.
Nothing prepared her for coming face to face with two deities a moment later, power radiating from them in ways she had only felt a handful of times in her past. Instinctively she compared their power to her own, only to realize a moment later how foolish that was without reason. Feeling embarrassed once more, she knelt smoothly before her apprentice's gods and listened to Éirín's words.
A full minute of thought passed before Lucia finally decided on her carefully chosen words, speaking with the utmost respect. "Lord and Lady of this land, if I may I would request two boons, though only one is for myself. I would ask that you allow and bless the bond between your Heir Apparent and my brother not of blood, above all other requests. If you will allow it, mine own request would be the restoration of the lost portion of my soul, cut away in the fight against another deity two weeks ago, such that I might live to match my family rather than fade long before them."
She surprised herself with the formality of her words as well as her audacity in requesting more than what had been offered, but she could not help but ensure the happiness of Jason and Conrí, even at the cost of her own eternity.
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Post by Conrí on Nov 24, 2018 19:23:51 GMT -5
Éiriú and Lugus looked from their emissary to the warrior that she'd found and both smiled gently. They were a bit saddened to hear that their champion had had such a run in with other deities, but, they also assumed that it couldn't be helped at this point. The goddess and god let the human finish her speech before deciding to speak themselves. "Child, it really is refreshing to hear you be bold. Not only did you ask for a boon not for yourself first, you chose to be honest with us as well." Éiriú nudged Lugus in the elbow and gave him a rather stern look.
The god sighed and stopped stroking his beard in an oddly familiar and fatherly way. "Yes, dear. I agree. The Champion does indeed put her own needs behind that of the King and his Guard." A small smile appeared on his face as he looked at Lucia. "Child--no, mighty Lucia--you will be happy to know that not all that long ago, I acknowledged Conrí's prayer myself. We will, of course, formally recognise the bond in front of the entire kingdom when the time comes for them to be wed. An order from us is to love others. Tir Tairngirians are typically good at this, but, there was an...issue, which Éirín will show you when we've gone."
Éiriú, meanwhile, had already been gathering fragments of Light and mixing them with what she could find and draw on from Lucia's soul in order to let the other fragments of the lost bit of soul to enter the armor. "Consider your personal boon acknowledged and lovingly given, my daughter." The goddess had begun causing the mass of energy and soul she'd been amassing into the arm. She smiled gently. Lugus had opened up a transparent portal that showed the exact same altar that they stood at, only at night, rather than in the day. With that, the deities vanished.
"Well, that works for me. Watch the arm for a bit. They indicated you might feel weaker until the body finishes repairing itself. Without saying anything more, Éirín entered the portal and assumed that her guest would follow.
Of course, the wolf girl stared at her nearly lifeless body clutching half of a bloodied crown with a grimace. "Madra, I'm here, and, I know damn well you are, so, show yourself, you deranged fiend of a king!"
Out of the shadows, a tall man with redish grey hair appeared. He had an eyepatch over his eye. "Mo iníon, why do you insist on doing this? Look at do dheartháir, have you not done enough?"
"Éist! 'My daughter' is not a term you may use for me. Goddess works. You are my fight. My demon, and we both know that the crying sheepdog is merely what you try to do to control me." The priestess slipped into a ready fighting form. The day of reckoning had finally come. "Lucia, listen to me very carefully. This is a special dimension. The crown on my almost dead body is what we need here. Grab it."
"Ye've some nerve, girleen. To be telling your da to shut up." The man rushed at Éirín with a twisted smile on his face.
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Post by Ziya on Nov 28, 2018 1:07:14 GMT -5
Wonder and delight filled Lucia as she felt, truly felt, in her left arm again. Beyond that she could also sense the wound in her soul mending, allowing her to quickly balance the Light of the Goddess with Darkness and Twilight to fully replenish her Elements for the first time in weeks. "Thank you, Lord and Lady."
Before she could say anything else they were gone, leaving behind what appeared to be a portal to another version of that world, one which Éirín walked through shortly before Lucia followed. She did feel noticeably weaker, enough so that Requiem of Ascension would likely be too taxing without a large source of Twilight to draw from, but she readied herself for a fight nonetheless.
What she was not ready for was seeing her guide's apparently dead body and her and Conrí's father approaching them. She immediately noted the twisted nature of his aura and summoned Requiem's Resolve as Éirín gave her their goal, though she quickly decided that her own personal quest was to take out the man before them. "Time to let off a little steam"
Tapping her keyblade against the ground, Lucia tapped into its powers over crystal to summon a massive shard ten feet tall before striking it once with a loud ringing. "Crystal Golem: Mode Light, emerge!" The shard began to glow white as lines raced across it, quickly proving to be seams as it became a golem of equal size.
Its first act was to punch at the man with three times Lucia's strength before firing a five foot wide shard of crystal into the air, quickly shattering into twenty fist sized shards that shot toward the man as the golem jumped backwards. Each shard detonated into a small blast of Light as it struck, dealing small amounts of damage.
But Lucia wasn't done yet.
She channeled Darkness into her blade, the crystal dimming as it seemed to drink in the light around it. "Elemental Sickle: Darkness!" Four times she swung, and four sickles of Darkness lashed out at the man, each with the power of the swing that created it.
Of course, Light and Darkness cancel each other explosively without a Chaos or Twilight user.
The resulting explosion as the Elemental Sickles met the golem's Crystal Barrage engulfed the area nearly to where Lucia and Éirín stood, and it was only then that Lucia turned to her guide with an embarrassed look on her face. "Sorry, that was rude of me. Did you want to take him out yourself?"
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Post by Conrí on Nov 28, 2018 16:59:50 GMT -5
Éirín just kind of looked at Lucia with a new kind of respect. She cleared her throat after backing away from a massive explosion, just to be safe. An image of an upside down Devil flashed in her mind then disappeared. "Well, I'd say madra--mo dheartháir--found a worthy Master indeed." The wolf girl noticed a bit of blood splattered on the half of a crown that her body was holding. She simply walked over, took it from herself, and smiled a bit cheekily at Lucia.
"Rude? Maybe. But, the bleedin' eejit was a pain in me arse for longer than I care to admit. Do you really think this is my first time here?" The priestess sighed and shook her head slowly. She really didn't care to explain the specifics of the bubble they were in right now. Speaking of, it was high time they were going. "We've what we need. Let's get you back to Avalon, at the very least. Unfortunately, that was also the easy part. There's still a bit more to go. Like, for example, convincing a very stubborn wolf boy brat to actually man up."
Éirín chuckled a little bit as she stepped back through the portal. "Thank you, dreifiúr." she said without putting too much thought into what she was saying.
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Post by Ziya on Nov 28, 2018 18:02:11 GMT -5
Lucia blinked to clear her vision as the explosion faded, leaving wisps of Light and Darkness and not much else. "Huh, I really thought that'd be harder..." Shrugging, she looked back at Éirín with a small grin as her golem dissipated. "Somehow I think you'll be surprised at your brother's tenacity."
Still, she shared in the chuckle as the pair walked back through the portal to Avalon. Lucia reveled in the sunlight and calmness again, dismissing her blade and only then realizing she hadn't even summoned her armor. She reasoned that she clearly hadn't needed it, at least.
Her musings nearly distracted her from what Éirín had said, causing her to only register the term a few seconds later. Though once she did it gave her an odd feeling. "Sister, eh? Technically I won't be, even once those two wed, but if Conrí can call Jen that, I suppose you can use it for me as well." Her smile and aura proved the tease as she brushed a small amount of dust off her shoulder.
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