Angelcynn: The Myrcian Conflict - Act 4

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A Fun Evening

 

 

Evening of 23rd April

 

It had been a very long day. The wedding had 'concluded' at noon, but its ramifacations had loomed over Claire for hours. Owen's swift rescue was, at least, one piece of good news, but his presence was sorely missed at the wedding. 

Claire paused for a moment at the door to the prince's quarters. Considering what he'd been through, it might have been better to let him rest for the day and speak with him in the morning, but Claire was anxious - and fairly sure that Owen would feel similar. He'd want to know what had happened as soon as possible, especially with Cass involved. There was really no avoiding it.

With a one last great sigh, she knocked firmly on the door. This was sure to be a fun evening...

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A knock was enough to have Owen jump from his seat, having sat down at his chambers to reflect most of what happened that day. The memories of the wedding's chaotic interruption were brought back soon after he was conscious again, the remainder of the day certainly riddled with confusion and concern. With some help, him and the others were able to calm down the mass of curious, but what exactly happened in the church while he was gone was fragmented to him at best.

"Who is there?" He walked towards the door, being cautious about visitors with the sun setting. After being knocked out and captured earlier that day, it wouldn't hurt to make sure he wasn't falling for another threat.

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"It's Claire." she responded. "I thought that we should talk, sooner rather than later. Are you alright?" She wasn't really sure what kind of state Owen was in, considering all that had happened. She bit her lip. Hopefully he was still mostly alright.  At the very least, he was unlikely to be as much of a mess as Cass...

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"Claire." Owen let out a deep breath, what timing. "I... could be better, but probably worse as well." He tried to put any worries to rest before she could ask, but it really wasn't a day where concerns could be shrugged of. Deciding that it was fine to let her in, he opened his door. "And... what about you? You were in the wedding during the whole thing, right?" She'd probably be able to tell him what exactly happened, if anyone could.

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"Mmm..." Claire nodded behind the door. I suppose that 'could be better' is fine, all things considered. She stepped inside after Owen's invitation, although the look on her face didn't look too pleased about it. "Yes, I saw everything. It was... um..." She opened her mouth as if to speak once, closed it a second later and sighed. 

"As soon as you were taken, all hell broke loose. Arteria, I think that was her name? But either way, she was only the tip of the iceberg. We were well and truly scattered, split between trying to stop her and sending out a rescue party. Sir Esclabor and Sir Alain both fell in the confusion, but I don't think their injuries were too serious. They're in far better shape than Adele and Cass, at any rate."

Claire broke eye contact abruptly, wondering what he already knew. Had he met with his sister, and seen the state she was in when they left? Or was Cass supposedly better now, and her breakdown after Arteria left nothing more than a facade to save face? It was hard to tell one way or the other. While the mage hoped that Owen wouldn't ask too many questions, she doubted she would have that luxury.

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That hesitance was no good, Owen already dreaded what news Claire had to give. "Arteria... one of those two madmen that turned Emmet against us. How could I forget?" He sighed. It was as if everything conspired against his sister's wedding...

One thing that Claire mentioned did put Owen a bit on the edge. "In far better shape than Adele and Cass? W-what happened? Sebastian-- He warned me that Adele suffered a grave wound, but what happened to Cass?!" Owen had nearly lost his composure, raising his voice suddenly. 

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Claire flinched slightly as Owen's voice rose. She was quiet for a few seconds, weighing up what to say. There's really no delicate way to put this, is there? Such was the nature of the wedding, she supposed. "It's... complicated. I thought you would have seen her by now, but erm, she's a total mess. That Arteria, she got into Cass' head and...it was like she went mad. I tried to stop her, but Cass, she- she intercepted... the spell..." Claire's face fell - not that it had a particularly cheerful expression on it beforehand.

"I think she was lucky... It wasn't anything I'd ever cast before. There was no tome involved, it was just pure panic. Sh-she was on fire, Owen, on fire." Claire collapsed into a chair in the corner of the room; the mere act of retelling the wedding was mentally exhausting. "She's definitely lucky to not have any burns after that, but throughout it all she was just- deranged? Obsessed with death? Like she was that woman's double. Egging her on to kill Serge's men, or Sebastian."

Claire shuddered. "If she hadn't left when she did, I don't know what would have happened. I couldn't risk another spell, and none of us had real weapons... She was just toying with us, and there was nothing we could do about it." She forced her head into her hands, frustration mounting. "Afterwards, Cass seemed to calm- well, no. That's not the right word..." She went silent, not daring to look up at how Owen was taking this. Would he be mortified? Furious at her, for attacking his sister? She couldn't blame him if he was.

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"She... went mad?" It took a bit for Owen to calm down, realizing how Claire flinched. "What a... what do you mean?" It took him a moment to absorb the information. "Arteria messed with her head? That wench!" He balled a fist, starting to fume at the image that came to mind. "Those cursed swordsmen, trying to take Cass' happiness from..." It was hard to swallow, imagining Cass acting the same as that cold-blooded woman. Enough to make Owen's stomach turn.

"What do you mean, on fire?" If there was anything Owen was having trouble parsing, it was that. "How-- no tome? Just... just what did you do?" It made so little sense, granted he was no expert in magic. "Good Engel... I need to see her." The news were clearly an effort for the prince to swallow. "How is she? What do you mean calm?"

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"I don't really understand it myself... I just tried to make Fire, like a normal tome. I wasn't even sure if I could do that, without one. But it mutated, I think. It was closer to the spell Malaphar used on the beach..." That knowledge probably didn't help Owen to feel any better. "I think one of the city guards healed her afterwards, but gosh it was just... horrible. The rest of the afternoon was a blur afterwards, but I keep coming back to that in my head... and, what she said after too." She looked up at Owen once again, afraid of any reaction he might have.

"She kept repeating that she was sorry... and to not leave her. But I just, agh..." This was difficult. The mage shook her head, trying to get her thoughts all in order. "I don't know if I managed to get through to her. Part of me is still scared, scared that she's just putting it all on as an act. Before, she was saying about how it was her true nature, and then she's fine, but not fine, again." Clearly, her attempts to gather herself hadn't worked.

"I'm sorry. I just couldn't do anything..." She'd been powerless again. Had she even made a difference, or was it just luck that they'd all escaped with their lives? She couldn't imagine Serge's men would be sleeping easily tonight, after their close encounter with death. Although it wasn't likely that Claire would be much better herself...

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"Closer to the-- what? Claire, that's..." And Cass got struck with that? Just imagining that hellfire of a spell... "Engel above, I need to see her now! Right now!" He was agitated. She took no lasting harm according to Claire, but what if she wasn't saying everything about how she felt? A lasting burn?

"...Claire." He placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to get her rattled attention. "Please take me to Cass. I need to know it out of her mouth. If there's anybody that can tell, it's me." Especially now, that Adele was incapacitated....

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It was just as Claire feared: Owen was horrified, and for good reason. "I think she should still be in her room... I don't think she would be feeling up to going anywhere, after everything that happened." She knew Cass had retired to her quarters at the first opportunity, but going in to check on her had been too nerve-wracking. She led Owen to the room silently, looking back at him as she reached for the door.

"Actually..." She withdrew her hand, speaking in a hushed voice. "You should probably know about Adele as well. Aside from her injury, she was practically out of her mind from the very start. Even before Arteria arrived, she seemed furious. I was hoping that she could help calm Cass down, but instead she just ended up attacking me after Cass got in the way of my magic..." 

"It's sure to be a sore spot to bring up, but I don't know if we can avoid it." She shook her head sadly. "I'm ready to go in when you are, I guess..." Even though it was fairly clear that she wasn't looking forward to it.

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So she's still in her room... I need to check if that's true, just to be safe. "After all you said has happened, I can't... can't just let my sister be alone right now. I've had time to rest, the wounds no longer pain me." He needed to check on her, as Claire led him to Cassandra's room, Owen's mind considered what could be going through his sister's mind. None of them good.

It was no mystery that the prince was agitated, his steps quick and erratic. "Adele has a short temper, she certainly wasn't feeling fine when the peasants jumped in on us, her friend and bride-to-be. That woman's appearance must have been the nail in the coffin." When he ruminated on the fact that Claire had been assaulted herself, during all of that, he slowed down for a moment, staring at the mage.

"She was troubled by all that... and then she saw you use that sort of magic and it harming Cassandra. The heat of the moment must have got her and the first thought coming to mind was that you turned on them as well..." Owen continued walking, his explanation a bit long-winded. "I'm sure that's what must have happened... try not to hold it against her. At least none of ours died." It was really something short of a miracle, wasn't it? "I'm her brother. I'll be fine asking these things, but I'll keep it in mind." If Cassandra were to have a negative reaction, perhaps something had hit her much worse during it... still, Owen needed to know what it was. "Let me..." With a step forward, he did what Claire hesitated, knocking on the door to Cass' quarters.

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"Go away," was the only muffled response to come out of her room.

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Well, that had taken Owen a bit aback. "Uh. Of course, I didn't--" It was natural that she wasn't feeling social after all that, especially since Owen hadn't even raised his voice. Still, it was a bit of a relief to see she was still in her room, after all. "Cass, it's me, your brother." Owen spoke up, identifying himself. "Please... I want to talk with you."

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"And I said to go away... Leave me be. I'm a failure and a mistake... I don't need you coming to laugh at me too." The dejected voice was far unlike Cass. Perhaps she did want to be left alone, or perhaps she was simply too scared to see the people she loved.

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"What?" Owen frowned. So it had hit Cassandra that hard. "It's... it's not your fault, sister. I'm not here for that." He tried to assuage her mood, leaning towards the door. "I'm worried about you... I'd never laugh at you, please. Can't I see your face, at least?"

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To that, she said nothing. She was too afraid to open the door and see Owen. It wasn't locked, but she still wished it would stay shut. Maybe if she just said nothing, he would go away. Maybe... Unlikely, but, maybe.

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While Claire understood that Owen thought highly of his friends, she couldn't really agree with his assessment of Adele. It's easy to say that when you're not there... Still, she said nothing - even as Owen tried to talk with Cass.

His success seemed very limited, even if he was getting Cass to let them in. "It might be better if I waited out here..." she whispered. Would her presence only cause problems? ...Or was that just an excuse she was making up because Claire didn't really didn't want to do this.

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No response that time. Was she fine with it? It wasn't like her to be this meek and give up, how bad were things out there? "Cass..." Owen felt guilty for leaving her to fend off for herself and now came back to press her on it, but what else was he to do?  He needed to, for her sake.

Before he opened the door, Claire voiced her worries in a whisper, far less comfortable about the situation than him. "Hmm... feel free. If need be, I'll call you." He nodded. Considering how his sister was feeling, it was sound not to overwhelm her.

"Sister, I'm coming in." With that in mind, Owen opened the door, bracing for any state of mind and body his sister might be in.

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Of course he... Cass sighed, burying her face deeper into her knees. There was no way Owen was going to leave her alone, as much as she wanted him to. She was wearing the nightgown provided by the staff, just a plain white dress, knees up to her face, trying to disappear on the corner of her bed. For a moment, she peeked up to look at Owen, unable to hold the stare, shirking it back down.

"Go away..."

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"Please..." She was definitely shellshocked. What a problem... "I'm not going to hurt you, sister. It's me." Owen walked slowly towards his sibling, trying not to give her more reason to be scared. "I just want to know... it was a bad day for you. I need to know how you're feeling." If he couldn't get through to her, when would she get better?

"A bad day? A bad day!?" Cass barked her quip back at Owen, scowling up at him, for just a bit. "I fall to my urges, Arteria, kills one of the queen's people, I urge her to kill more... And... A-Adele... Hhk... Adele, tries to kill herself, because things go beyond her dealing. Just a bad day? Just a bad day... I ruined everything, do you have any... Any idea... I can't..." She collapsed back into her knees, trembling, the advent of tears ready to burst over.

"Not even C-Claire, would look at me... Like, I was some sick, twisted animal... I am, some sick twisted animal... I should... Just be put down, for Engel's sake. I don't deserve your, y-your pity, or your love... I'm sorry..."

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Cass was, understandably, still very much distraught. Claire didn't need to avert her eyes from the coridoor floor to confirm that much. Listening in made her feel slightly sick. The conversation felt private for one thing, and also it saddened to hear just how her actions seemed to have hurt poor Cass. She was the victim here, right...? 

I have to do something.
But what can I do?
I should say something.
I might end up making things worse though...

"Nghh..." It was if a stifling fog had descended upon her, blinding her as to what she should do. She couldn't just stand there and do nothing, but nothing seemed like it would fix anything. Perhaps they would never be alright again. They had to try something, though.

With that in mind, Claire appeared in the doorway behind Owen - likely to the princess' horror. It took her a few seconds to find the words, wondering how to communicate everything she was feeling, and then again if that was such a great idea to begin with. "What happened to you Cass, was... it wasn't... urgh." It was difficult. Oh so difficult to figure out what to say. "Nobody should have to go through something like that. And I-I'm so sorry. Sorry that... I couldn't do anything, I j-just..." 

She took a deep, audible breath. She couldn't say anything else. They were messes - all three of them. "Sorry..." Claire didn't want to be the victim here, or be pitied or anything like that. At this rate though, she definitely couldn't keep it together.

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Owen flinched. His choice of words quickly turned out to be poor, setting his sister off the deep end fast. "Cass..." A few words stuck even more negatively, his gaze turning to the floor. She had urged Arteria to kill, on top of bodyblocking a powerful spell... was the bodyblocking on accident? Ugh, now Owen's head was spinning.

"C-Cassandra. Calm down..." He walked over slowly, lowering himself as he got in front of his sister. "You're still my sister, okay... you are, aren't you?" Owen tried not to assume much, but it wouldn't do to lose his sister right after memories of his father passing again --he couldn't afford it. "You have come to realize it, so just..." Claire spoke up, cutting Owen's speech. At this point, he just looked at his sister hopefully, wishing that she'd realize they still cared about her.

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"Oh, and Claire's here too. Wonderful... You should just finish the job, you made a wonderful mess of... No, that's not fair. I made a fantastic mess of my back. A pretty scar, a reminder of how horribly things went. Luckily not worse than it could be, but... You shouldn't be apologizing. You can't even look at me, right? Because... Because I..."

There were the tears, quiet and unassuming, dripping onto the dress. "Still your sister... Why would you want a sister like me? You'd be better off an only child, no baggage like this to drag your name. I spoke so highly to you just yesterday, and now... Ugh... I'm just a monster, Owen. Not deserving of your lineage, not deserving of my title. You should both, just... Just... I'm so sorry... I don't, deserve..."

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"Don't--" Owen held his voice, realizing he could've made things worse if he raised it so suddenly. "Don't say that... I'm not going to be fine with your death after all this... it's been rough, please, let's hang on." Things weren't getting any smoother, but he wasn't about to accept it to spiral downward any longer. That was enough madness for one day. "Please..."

He placed a hand on her shoulder, hoping his sister would muster the strength to look at him. "I'm your brother, you are my sister. This will never change, Cass." He hoped so desperately to get through to her... what was going on in her mind right now? "Please, don't leave my side."

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"Your back?" Claire asked in horror. I thought... oh god. "First Ceirch, and now... oh Engel..." Why did this have to keep happening? No, no, calm down. Don't cry. She'd tried to help, and made things worse. Even now, it was happening again. She watched Cass with watery eyes, as if she was expecting her dress to ignite again at any second now.

"I'm looking at you now, aren't I?" Her voice was feeble, and it sounded so stupid... but it was all she could think to say. She didn't have the years of knowing Cass like Owen did, or the natural ability to socialise and say all the right things like some of the others. Claire just hoped that her brother could manage it alone.

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"Don't... Don't leave you? Why? How, how could you ever... Be happy with a creature like, me... Owen... Hhhhh..." Cass couldn't stop herself from starting to sob, flinching at the touch from Owen. And even Claire, going so far... To say something like that. They weren't afraid to look at her. Cass was afraid to look at them. She didn't want to see them judge her, see them hate her. These people she'd grown up with, gotten close to. Having them tear into her with their innermost thoughts, it was an unbearable cross to bear.

"Owen...?" Cass slowly raised her strained eyes, looking at him. It was too much to bear. "I'm so sorry--" her apology was cut off by his shoulders, having thrown herself at him in a hug, shaking against him as she wet his shirt. "'M, so sorry...!"

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Owen said nothing more, feeling too much was laid onto his sister at the moment. He took the time to reciprocate the hug as she did, ruffling her hair, trying to calm her down. It was singed... and she was scarred on her back. He had to hold back a frown of concern, just focusing on calming her down now. "No matter what, you're my sister. You know?" He whispered, hoping to get some cheer in that ill-fated day. "No matter what, you're still precious to me..."

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Maybe, just maybe, things were looking up. Cass seemed to at least be opening up to Owen, sobbing into his shirt now where she couldn't see the mage any more. And that was just as well, considering what was running down her cheeks.

Come on... Get it over with while she's not looking. She tried to stay quiet as she wiped her eyes with the edge of her sleeve. She really doesn't need to see you like this too. Claire scolded herself softly, feeling the slightest twinge of envy as she watched the siblings. It seemed nice to know that no matter what happened, your family would always care for you.

She would never have this relationship with her mother, and years had passed since they had buried her father. "I miss you..." Muttering it out loud only made her feel slightly better, and it did nothing to slow the steady flow of tears. You'll never really understand it. That's just how it is...

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Cass slowly, gently, pushed herself away from Owen's shoulder, sitting up properly on the bed. She wiped her eyes on her sleeve, shivering. "I still, don't deserve this kindness, Owen. Everyone else must think me crazy. Even you, Claire... Wh-Why are you crying? Please, don't... Don't cry over me, I'm not... Please." Cass may have gotten their pity, but she didn't want their sadness. Especially Claire's, that she was here at all was enough for Cass.

She tried to muster a smile, the form fading after a moment's attempts. "Thank you. For not leaving me alone, Claire. Thank you, truly. I know Serge must... He must despise me, for what I said. I don't blame him. Still, you're... You're here. That... Ahuh... I shouldn't, be crying more, but... It's more than I'll ever deserve, I just, can't..."

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Even Claire was shedding tears now, if only Owen hadn't had such emotional moments earlier --even if but a dream--, perhaps he would be as well. "I don't care, Cassandra. What's so wrong about caring for my little sister?" He gently patted her on the head, his breathing slowing. At least, he could confirm that was all the physical damage. "I don't care what others think, we'll figure something out..."

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It appeared that she'd been spotted. "Oh, it's, it's nothing." Offering up a half-hearted laugh that wouldn't fool anyone, Claire shook her head. "It doesn't matter what you think Cass. We're here for you because you deserve it." She might not remember it now, but Claire for one could still remember all of the things the princess had done for her. In spite of all her doubts, staying by her was a no-brainer.

She sat further across the bed from the two siblings, feeling suddenly very exhausted from what amounted to little more than standing and speaking. "You've done so much for me, Cass. More than you know you have. Of course I'm going to care about you; don't be stupid..." She wiped her eyes again, falling silent. Did their message reach her? Claire certainly hoped so...

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"I'm sure Serge and his mercenaries would have a few things to say about that. And the Valter girls. And Esclabor... And Sebastian... I'd be very surprised if I had many friends left, aside from you two." It was horrible to think of, but she'd severed several friendships with only a few actions. Who would bother trying to forgive her, after this? She couldn't think of anyone...

"Claire? What have I done for you... Really, I've been nothing but be a poor liege. What's so good about that? You could make far better friends..." Perhaps she was beating herself up too much, but... How could she not? She'd asked an insane woman to murder people... Begged her to do it. How could she feel fine with herself-- comfortable, after that?

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"Cass..." He sighed, continuing to hug her. It wasn't something he had a ready answer for, she had indeed cut herself many ties, if what she said was true... worse, if it weren't Cass, Owen probably wouldn't accept this behavior. But could he lift the same finger against his sister?

I gave Emmet a chance, and he laughed at it... this is different, my sister clearly finds the weight of her actions to be bigger than that. It was unfair, he had the advantage of knowing her for a long time, but he wouldn't stop himself from wishing her safety and happiness nonetheless. "It... it doesn't change a thing for me. If it bothers them that much, I'll speak to them. Just... it doesn't have to end like that."

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This was so much easier in that dream. Hah... Depsite the situation, Claire found herself laughing a little - and unlike before, this one was genuine. "Are you really going to make me embarrass myself like this. You're cruel, Cass..." In front of Owen as well. Her sleeve was rather soaked by this point, but she ran it across her eyes again once more, as much to try and lighten the mood as to actually dry them.

"I've been alone for... a long time, I guess." She shrugged slightly. "I never seemed to get along well with my mother, and after my father died, she only distanced herself more from me. As soon as I showed the slightest talent for magic, she shipped me off to the academy in Wihtwar for seven years. I must have been ten or eleven at the time." That time in Claire's life had all been a bit of a blur. She didn't remember the details too well.

"Anyway, I really struggled while I was there. Not in terms of the classes, but well, making friends. It all hurt too much, so I just shut myself off, totally focused on getting better at magic." She donned a sad smile. "I was really lonely, but I told myself that it didn't matter. That I'd go home as a real mage, and then somehow that would fix everything. For a while, I managed to trick myself, but then when we got to Magon and we ran into Malaphar, things started changing."

"When I hurt Nelon, I was so afraid. Not just for him, but I wondered if everyone was going to hate me. Not so different from you now, huh...?" It was funny how things turned out. "Instead, the two of you - and Ceirch as well - reached out to me. You all showed me that you cared, and that was something I hadn't really felt in a long time. That gave me motivation, to keep pressing on and getting stronger, but also it just..." She stalled slightly, trying to catch her breath and sort through the huge jumble of things she had to say.

"I was happy again, despite everything that's happened on our way here. It was like I'd spent years underwater, and then it was such a relief to finally come up and breathe. You gave that back to me, Cass. I don't care if you think you're horrible... I know better, and this time, I'll help you out. Okay?" Claire didn't wait for a response before collapsing her back onto the bed. Her face was red, from more than just crying, but she hoped that they understood. She'd never had to tell anyone something like this before, and it was kind of scary to just open yourself up like that, but she hoped that it was worth it.

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"Even if you speak to them Owen, it doesn't change what I've done. Only actions can, now... And if I am to remain here, then I have to prove I am not some puppet to be swayed." Dealing with Arteria, how would one do so? She still knew what that felt like, that disgusting urge to see someone dead. It horrified her now, but during the wedding, it had been exciting... And that feeling is what I must defeat. If I can't... I stand no chance against her.

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But, Claire... Cass hadn't expected all of that. She knew nothing of the girl past her mannerisms and her interest in magic. Hearing all of that was... Eye opening, in a way. She'd thought Claire as just some lonely girl, but that loneliness had a source. A rather dreadful one. "I understand how it feels to have a parent that doesn't care for you, Claire... And I don't expect everyone to be able to come to terms with it, like I did." Cass nodded at Owen, shuffling herself away from his arms, and towards the collapsed girl.

With a gentle hand, she patted Claire on her shoulder, giving her a small rub. "I always knew you were cute. If... If helping me is what you wish to do, then far be it from me to deny you. I didn't realize I'd had that effect on your life. It... Thank you. Heh... Haha. I thought I'd still be crying. I suppose I only had a week's worth in me. If I can laugh... Maybe it's not all gone."

Cass sat back up straight, giving Claire a bit of space. "Owen... Claire. I... I would like to focus on training. You, Owen, with the sword... And... I don't know how possible it is, Claire, but if you could teach me how to use magic, I..." Cass stopped herself, shivering a moment. "I never wish to hold an axe again. Too many memories attached, now... Too many things I have to put behind me. This is how I move forward."

"I pour my heart out to you, and all you can do is say it's cute?" Claire shook her head, but the mocking smile on her lips implied that it hadn't bothered her too much. And she was glad to have seemingly made a difference. She'd gotten a real laugh and smile out of Cass, which more than she'd dared hope for. "It'll be tough to learn, you know. And I don't think I'm very good teacher, either, but I can try..." Perhaps the princess' understanding of staves would make the transition easier? She definitely hoped so.

Owen's comment surprised her a little, although the compliment was definitely appreciated, on a day like this. "Thank you for trusting me, even when I've messed up." Those occasions felt too numerous to count. "I've actually found out a lot, since we've arrived here. We should talk later, but I don't think I have it in me tonight..." She yawned, as if to prove a point. In truth, she didn't think any of them did. It had been a very long day...

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"I... huh." He didn't expect Claire to open her feelings so readily, even more unsure of how to respond than when Cassandra had her outburst, but it did hit a note that was similar to his sister's struggles. It would certainly help both of them. "I never knew..." He let Cassandra shuffle away, giving her the time to speak to Claire.

"Every single person I brought means something to me, Claire. Especially you, I trusted you so much to discuss of the vial with you. Something as scary to exist as that." It was his turn to share a bit of cheer, nodding as the two tried to lift each other's spirits. "We're in this together, don't be afraid to speak to me. Both of you...."

As Cass began her new topic, it was almost a breath of fresh air. She was starting to move on, which was a relief to her brother. "If that's what you wish, then we'll have to do more sessions from now on. You're much more experienced with an axe, so things will be riskier if your skill with a sword is much poorer. You might misjudge things." His expression was concerned again. Owen very much feared sending his sister to get slaughtered when he could stop it. "I'm up for it if you are."

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"But I know how to wield one. You said so yourself, that I picked it up quite quickly. If you're my teacher, I'm sure that I can manage more than just flailing. Perhaps I'll be able to fight with some refinement... If the group will allow me to do so. I'm sure a few of them will be more reserved about having me on the field. As it stands, though... I cannot just hide away in some room and act as if I've done no wrong. I have to work on myself and make things better. I have to..."

Cass smiled with a sigh, collapsing right down next to Claire, head touching hers. "And I'm going to glue myself to you for the next few days, Claire, so make space in your room. I'm sure the others could do with an extended vacation from the crazy princess... A cram course will be good for me, as well, if I'm to be tossing fire around as much as you do. It's really not that awful a pattern, you know... I could have ended up with far worse. So I'm glad it was you, not someone actually trying to take my life. They wouldn't have stopped."

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"It almost sounds like you're going to pick up magic and ditch my sword training altogether!" Owen took the opportunity to joke at his sister's move, poorly feigning an offended tone. Maybe other people will have reservations if you gain the capacity to burn them on a whim, though... It was a very real possibility. "You're going to... stay at Claire's?" Well, that was a weird turn of events, wouldn't it make more sense to stay at Adele's... oh.

"Well, as long as you feel safe with her... do be careful with my sister, Claire." Owen warned, but his tone tried to convey no pressure, rather, amiable concern. "I don't think you've messed up as much as you think you did, though. I'm sure you'll do a good job." There was the fact she wanted to talk to him more about the vial, which was...

Wait, wasn't this what Cass wanted, for him to talk to Claire? Shoot, right--

"Ah, um, we can talk about it, whenever you want. Uh, whenever you're available, we can talk, the two of us." Engel above, this was awkward. "Don't worry about it." He forced a smile.

---

Claire had shut her eyes for a few moments, only prying them open again as she felt something brush against her head. Jeez, am I your pillow now too? She smiled slightly to herself, while Cass laid out her plans. "Are you staying tonight?" she asked. "I mean, that's fine, but it's a bit of a mess right now..." It always was, actually. At least it was just confined to the desk at the moment. Keeping Cass out of trouble for the next few days was probably a good idea, anyway.

"And uh, it's not that bad is it?" Considering Cass' position, Claire couldn't really get a view of it, but Cass' tune made her think that it couldn't be too bad. She didn'treally know what to say after that, so she just let it lie.

She sat up as Owen started talking, yawning once again, and nodded at him once he was finished. "I'll take care of her. And um, thanks. I'll come find you sometime in the next few days, whenever you're ready." She didn't take much notice of Owen's nervous tics, being far too tired for that kind of thing now. "I should probably go and get things sorted out, huh..." Come to think of it, wouldn't the girls be sleeping in the same bed if Cass was staying over? I really hope she doesn't wake up in the morning and think I'm Adele... That could get really awkward...

---

"I will do no such thing, Owen. You're free to collect me at any point and drag me out to teach me more. It's not like Claire's going to be drilling magic into me at every waking hour... U-Unless you are," she worried, with a small glance up at Claire, "Ahah... How terrifying." Going through studying for a whole week without breaks sounded appalling. Claire said she'd never taught anyone, so it was definitely going to be an experience for both of them. "And yes, tonight, if that's fine. I'll collect my clothes and see about settling myself into a corner so I don't disturb you. Maybe I'll finally be able to crack that nervous head of yours."

Oh? Oh. Oh... Cass had wondered why Owen was asking to talk to her, then realized they'd had a talk before... Everything. Cass bit her lip, sitting up. "Alright, both of you, out. So I can gather things up... And... So I can have a few moments to myself. I know I'll likely stumble upon my ring while getting things ready and this strong facade will crumble. You don't need to be here to see that."

---

"I think that would be exhausting for the both of us..." Claire agreed, and it wasn't like she didn't have research to be getting on with herself. "Alright, you can come over whenever you're ready. Take your time." If Cass really did think that she would end up in tears again, there was no good in rushing her.

"See you later, then." After one small wave, the mage stepped out, giving the siblings some real privacy this time. She'd wait around a few minutes for Owen in case he wanted to say anything, but otherwise, the task was done.

---

The thought of Owen having to drag his sister out of Claire's room every day for practice was a bit inconvenient... did she really wish to not stay in the castle anymore? Well, it couldn't be helped. "I suppose I'll be seeing Claire's place a lot over the next few days. Surely she won't mind." His last sentence was in a joking tone, surely it'd feel inconvenient to her as well... but as long as his sister felt safer there.

"Alright, I'll leave you to it. Take care, and don't make her wait too long, sister." Bowing as farewell, Owen stepped out of the room right after Claire. It seemed he succeeded somewhat in helping Cass' mood, now he hoped she wouldn't do something drastic again. "Claire?" He spoke up, closing the door to his sister's room. "Thank you... for telling me and for being here. You've done a lot for us as well. If there's anything I could do for you, don't be afraid to ask." 

---

"Well, I don't know. Maybe you're a harsh teacher. You don't know, you've never taught before... Gosh. I'll get my things. It won't take me more than an hour." Cass watched them leave, before collapsing back onto her bed with an exhausted sigh. It was more difficult than she'd expected, feigning strength. They'd tried so hard, she didn't want them to leave with nothing... And it was true, that she needed to start moving. But... It wasn't going to be as simple as Owen wished it, just talking to people, and having her act towards it.

"And you aren't even here to help me, anymore..." Cass reached into the small pocket on the night dress, pulling out a silver ring, with a beautiful ruby on it. Grabbing it between her hands tightly, she bit back tears, sitting up slowly. With a heft to her movements, approaching the window, she took one last look at the ring in her hand, before throwing it as hard as she could.

She started crying, collapsing down to her knees, but after a moment, shook her head, and sniffled away her tears. "I can't wait for you to come back. And I can't rest my life on everyone else. I... I have to do this. I don't know how to find strength... But I have to try."

---

"It was nothing, Owen, really." Claire wore a tired smile. It was a relief to have Cass functioning at least a little better again, even if she had kind of embarrassed herself in the process. Did I really need to tell them all of that? Maybe... Either way, she could deal with it. It wasn't that important.

"I don't think... there's anything I really need?" Perhaps some would see it a golden opportunity to cash in a favour with a prince, but Claire was far too tired for that. "I guess we'll be seeing each other a lot over the next few days, so I'll let you know. Hopefully you don't get too tired of me." she joked, holding back another yawn.

---

"Hah, very well, Claire." It was at that point that Owen noticed how tired Claire was, from her smile to a restrained yawn. He couldn't help but pat her on the head, even if it was a bit patronizing. "Go get some rest. We'll be pretty busy the following days --I know I will." It was a given, he had his work cut out for him. Not only because of the wedding but because of the looming war...

May my path, for once, be that of a competent king.

Edited July 19, 2017 by SB.

[Xinnidy]

"F-Father..." Owen watched as Oswald's form vanished, his arms passing though as if nothing was there. He couldn't hold back his tears at his father's last sight, disappearing slowly, but surely, his voice trembling and echoing. "I promise I'll make a good prince... a-a good person. That's all I want... I promise!" He looked as his father vanished completely, tears running down his face. "I promise... I'll be the best man I want to be." The best... me. A sweet hope, now that he had no pillar to lean on. From this point on, everything was decided by him and him alone...

---

Yet another day had passed. Things have almost thankfully slowed to a crawl after the mess that was the marriage day. With all that happened, Owen had chosen to return to his quarters more often these past few days, checking on Claire's room in the ward daily to make sure his sister was okay. And during his retreats, he had devoted time to reading on battle tactics. Books from tacticians and instructors from ages past lined up in neat piles on the floor of his chambers, being arranged by the maids that came over to clean the place. Sat by the window, Owen was reading a particular book on war by a foreign tactician. The translation had been rather crude and the handwriting didn't help, but Owen took to himself to make a copy as he transcribed the texts, fixing the grammatical mistakes and ink-botched lines. What a disaster of literary display. 

Thankfully, he caught himself before making a mistake with his quill as the door knocked, raising his head in attention. "Sidney?" Even without her identifying herself, Owen would recognize her voice easily. "Yes, I was just reading. Come in." Quickly, he got out of his seat, leaving the book, quill and paper on the table, and adjusted his doublet subtly.

[Juliette]

Freya woke up poorly rested, a trend for her in the days following the wedding. It would be unreasonably hard on herself to try and take full responsibility for the disastrous outcome of the wedding, seeing as it was fairly hard to predict that there would be friendly fire, of all things... and rescuing the prince from slavers was by no means a waste of time. But still, she took it as her duty to remain extra vigilant following it, especially with news that someone had broken out of the asylum. That disturbed her- she remembered the mad yammering of Ezekiel, the crazy old woman who had been at the church too, or even worse, the menacing nature of the man situated across from the mad priest. She thought to the other two people who had been at the asylum, Claire and Cass, deciding they should likely be forewarned of the potential situation.

Enough pestering of what was happening with the prince and company had finally familiarized the guards with her, and she made her way up to the rooms where the Prince and Princess were staying- but, oddly, Cass didn't seem to be present. After that, and a guard's comment about her not loitering, she went to the noble's wards instead. I think this one is hers? "Lady Claire?" she inquired, knocking at the door. "It's me, Freya. If you're not too busy, I've heard some rather concerning news, and I think you'd want to know of it."

[Nanami Touko]

"I'll get it, Claire! One moment... O-Oh. Hello, Freya..." Cass opened the door to Claire's room, coming face to face with the knight, shrinking on the spot. "Er... What can I do to help you?" How terribly awkward. It's not as if Cass had done anything directly to Freya; this wasn't a meeting with Serge, of all people. But, being put to see people in their group, people that weren't Owen or Claire-- Cass was going to feel guilt about things for a while. I wonder what she thinks... I was already enough of a handful for her before, so much so that she wished to be re-assigned. Ugh...

[riariadne]

Sidney opened the door with his permission, shutting it behind her and merely looking at him for a few moments. He seemed to be in as good of physical shape as she'd seen him, and while she hadn't expected him to suddenly be much worse off after resting, the concern that she hadn't done well enough had lingered in the back of her mind. "I'm glad you're alright," she spoke up, approaching him and kissing him briefly, then sat down on and fell over onto his bed. Affection had its time and place, but too much now would certainly be unwelcome. "I know you must be having a hard time with this... I'm hardly as close to Cass and Adele as you, and if it was difficult for me, I can only imagine how hard that was for you. So, I didn't want to bother you in the aftermath. But, I also recognize that moving on like nothing happened is impossible, so... I guess I mostly wanted to say that I'm here for you, if you ever need to talk with me."

She pushed herself up, realizing a bit late it was likely undignified and somewhat intrusive for her to lie on his bed like that. "Sorry about that. I'm just a little shaken. You guys are pretty much my only real friends I ever had... I was too haughty and vain when I was younger to understand the importance of that, so for that to change was good, but now that I've made friends, it's difficult for me to have those friendships strained. I don't know how to speak to Cass yet about it all. And Adele, well... I hope she likes where she gets to stay. That much, I'm glad I could help with. Coastal Raewald is beautiful and rather quiet, so maybe it'll be a good change of pace for her."

"Anyway, I haven't even gotten to what I came here for." Sidney shook her head, taking Owen's hand. "I was just wondering if you wanted to come for a walk. There's still plenty of sights to see in Tytila, and maybe we could get breakfast together... it would be nice to just relax with you for the day. I understand if you have anything else in mind, or if you're busy, but if not, I think it would be lovely, don't you?"

[Juliette]

"Princess Cassandra?" That certainly explained why she wasn't in her room... It was slightly awkward to come face to face with her after them not having spoken since the wedding, but she didn't comment- she couldn't imagine it would help at all. If she wants to talk about it... she'll mention it herself. "What brings you here so early this morning? I had actually come to speak with you first, but obviously you weren't in the castle." She gave the room something of a look over. Was she here overnight? "Well, I suppose it works out that I managed to speak with the both of you. I was walking about, and I heard rumors that someone might've broken out of the asylum. You were the two people I accompanied when visiting there, so I thought it would be best to inform you of it. I have my personal suspicions, namely that foul man who was across from Ezekiel's cell, seeing as he was practically boasting how he couldn't be held back. If it is him, that's certainly worrying for the inhabitants of the city."

[Xinnidy]

Owen reciprocated the kiss, giving Sidney a brief kiss before they broke off. "It's thanks to you that I'm alright... I can't be more grateful, dear." He really owed the world to Sidney, which brought him guilt over how little he had given back. It would be kind of selfish if he continued not to. "Last week was... something, alright. That day still haunts me, and I'm probably not the only with this problem." Sighing, Owen was about to sit beside her on the bed's edge before she herself stood up. It hadn't occurred to him that it was an improper thing to do, so Owen stayed mildly confused.

Sidney's words were rather touching this time, earning the prince's compassion quickly as he held a compassionate look on his face. "I see... well, Cass is scared, but I believe she's seen the error of her actions that day. She's scared, but if you show her you're worried, I'm sure Cass will appreciate your friendship." That wasn't all, according to her, and her following words took him even more by surprise than her sudden appearance. "A walk? That sounds... that sounds great, actually." He confessed.

[riariadne]

Sidney couldn't help but flush at Owen's nickname for her, avoiding a giggle which would likely be in very poor taste. "Freya did a lot of it, really. I mostly found where you were, then held off two of them, no fighting involved. I was so confused with what they could be doing, what they thought they'd gain by capturing you, but when I was sneaking after I climbed up to the window, I heard one of them mention they wanted to sell you to the Derians- they just capitalized on the people who were actually upset about the wedding to take you instead. Well, they chose the wrong prince to try and kidnap with us around!" She took his hand, giving it a light squeeze. "Not that I could name any other princes, personally... Ethel has no children, of course, and other than that I have no idea. Maybe my father would know, but I don't really care. Until that information becomes important to me, then you're the only prince I want to be around anyway."

Her expression softened a bit at the mention of Cass's own struggles. "If that's how she feels now, then... I don't want to say that's good, it's not that, but... how should I say it? I'd rather she regret her actions than, well, if she didn't regret them and was totally different now. I don't think I would be able to face her if she kept acting like that. But that's not the case, so I'll be sure to talk to her when I can. I'm sure we'd both like to stay friends, especially in such difficult times." She smiled cheerfully at that prospect, and that Owen liked her idea. "I'm glad you think so! There's been so much happening that it's been hard to fully appreciate what it's like being back home. But it'd be a shame for you not to experience some places here when we might not return for a long time. Oh, and before we go, I almost forgot to ask. It seems obvious, but you were the one that mentioned to the Queen not to keep looking for me, right? I can't imagine how else it happened, but... it means so much to me. Fearing that guards would come and take me away in my own home was a horrible feeling, so... thank you."

[Shin]

Takeaway

A collection of men in robes stood outside Emily's door, with one of Hans and Lars in front of them trying to converse. The old beared wizard was perhaps a tad familiar, perhaps he was from the college? Regardless, the axe brother was still attempting to make sense of his strange visitors. There had been talk about Emily's worsening condition, and there were few reasons that the scholars would have any interest in the girl - she wasn't exactly known for her academic prowess.

"Yeah, that Claire girl did mention something about you people... it's just a real shock to be sayin' goodbye to 'er." Lars replied, the men around him clearly eager to finish with him. "Make sure yer treat her right, she ain't some science experiment, she's got feelings too. Yer can promise that, right?"

 

Broken Wings

Accolon reached their hand outwards towards Eric, coughing softly within their helmet. There was no chance of Eric getting their ally from the ground, their sturdy frame and heavy armour were well outside of his strength. "Engel's light has allowed us escape from the cruelty of Deira... but even his grace cannot guard against the wounds of a bitter former ally." Accolon soothed, their gentle tones barely audible. "I pray that Raewald shall allow you a new life, and not shun you for your country of birth."

Unil let out a screech, flapping his wings as he approached his fallen rider. Sniffing Accolon cautiously, it wasn't clear if the beast was showing concern, or considering if it would have access to a fresh meal.

[Jotari]

"Where are you taking the girl?" Constance announced her presence with a question. "You should know, she's had a run in with Malaphar. If you don't know who that is, just say the name to your superiors. They'll understand."

[ThicreanPhoenix]

Eric started to pace, muttering to himself. It was impossible to make out what it was; not only was he mumbling, but his hand was in his mouth, nails being chewed on. He didn't know what to do. He needed help, obviously, but where was he gonna get it? With the pair's nationality, they would be lucky if they weren't arrested on the spot. However, Eric stopped when he heard a faint cough. Eric stooped down to hear what his dear friend had to say. He was shocked. Accolon was acting...like he was going to die. "No. No, no, nonononononono. NO." Eric snapped back, trying to hold back the doubt in his voice, "Do not, I repeat, do NOT talk like that. This is not going to be one of THOSE stories. You are going to get up and walk away from here. Just...just hold on." Eric stood up and frantically looked around..for anyone. And then he saw...the man who had approached them. With the fear of losing his only companion in so long clear in his voice and expression, he looked the man dead in the eye and uttered a single, quiet word...

"Help."

Eric didn't wait long for a response. There wasn't enough time. He paused for five seconds, then, without thinking, ran as fast as he could carry himself into the city streets, desperately begging and calling as loud as he could for someone to come and help his dying friend. Hopefully someone would look past his golden coat...Someone had to.

[Dandragon]

"Woah!" Suddenly, the guy in the gold coat, after several seconds of kneeling over his friend, charged right past him and into the city, screaming his head off. Under the current circumstances, Serge would have left the fallen rider alone. It wasn't his business, and after everything, he wasn't ready to go about trusting random strangers not to be acting so they could stab him and take his money. But...the way he had run off, trying desperately to find help, made Serge feel differently. To him, it was a sign that he cared a lot for the rider. And, when Serge turned back to look at said rider, something in his gut just told him that he couldn't leave a dying man alone. Even with his paranoia screaming not to trust anything he saw.

Serge walked over to the man and knelt down. Moving him was out of the question, as was using his Vulnerary on his wounds. With the armor still on him, there was no way he could get to anything. If he tried to take it off, he might injure him even more, but leaving him like he was now wasn't going to help anyone. None of the Crew was there with him to help, and he didn't have anything like an Elixir on him. What could he even do to help?

Edited July 18, 2017 by Dandragon

[SB.]

"Good morning, Freya..." Claire's hand covered up a wide yawn. Spending so much time with Cass hadn't been bad, per say, but it was definitely tiring. She moved on a different wavelength to what the mage was used to - and consequences of a few poor night's sleep were beginning to catch up with her.

Still, she was more than awake enough to listen in on what Freya had to say, stepping up to meet her and back up an uncharacteristically quiet Cass. "A breakout? That's worrying..." All of the inhabitants of the asylum were locked up for a reason, and if one of then could force their way out, what stopped the others from following suit?

"We'll be careful, then." she added, patting Cass on the shoulder softly. She really didn't seem to be in a good way now. It's only Freya... Claire doubted that the guard would try anything; she didn't seem like the hostile sort. At least, that was Claire's brief impression of her.  

"And what do you plan on doing then, Freya?" Sometimes rumours were just that - and chasing after the potential escapees was either dangerous or pointless, depending. It wasn't like the city didn't have guards, either. Surely they would do a much better job of finding them than they would, even if they were so inclined.

Edited July 19, 2017 by SB.

[Nanami Touko]

"I've been staying with Claire, for the week. She's been teaching me how to use magic. I felt it would be easier to not move between places every day." Speaking of Claire, there she was. She looked tired... Maybe Cass could do something about that. Or maybe not. "Escaped? Gods, and I thought he was joking. Ugh... That must be him, I can't imagine anyone else would be so brazen as to break free. Hopefully the guards catch him soon." Cass sighed, jumping slightly at the pat from Claire, a bit shaky around physical contact, still.

"Y-Yes, we'll be careful. Claire, are you alright? If you're tired, we can take a break. Why don't we go out for a bit? Get something proper to eat and get some fresh air. It'll probably be good for the both of us." Especially the walk part, Cass could really do with some exercise. Sitting in a room for a week and studying was giving her a lovely cramp in her leg, especially since all they'd been doing up until now was fighting and traveling.

[Juliette]

"Good morning, Lady Claire." Freya spoke upon seeing the young mage in question. She certainly seemed very drowsy... not everyone woke up as early as her. Cass's explanation certainly made sense, though learning magic seemed fairly unexpected. "It is that... I'm not sure how wise or useful it will be to start wandering the streets looking for this man, especially if it turns out not to be true in the first place. But, if it's real and he starts threatening people..." She clasped her hands together. "I'll handle him. He's far too dangerous to go back to simply the asylum, so I'll either drag him off to prison, or if that doesn't seem reason, I'll finish him myself. If it isn't him, and it's just some run of the mill lunatic who managed to wander their way out, they'll probably be easier to contain. And if there's no break out, then that means there's no problem."

Cass's nervous stutter and suggestion to leave left Freya pondering if it could be because of her arrival. Does she not like me very much? She seems so jumpy... It was awkward that the princess didn't seem to enjoy her presence, which would certainly explain the difficulties they had with the previous assignment of her as a personal guard a bit more.

[Xinnidy]

"I really feel that Cassandra is understanding her actions have consequences. Please give her a chance." Unlike Emmet, that spat and laughed at the chance Owen offered him, Cassandra was able to understand the gravity of what she said and practically lose sleep over it. In Owen's mind, that was a good indication that he didn't need to worry about examining his sister's motivations for now. Although... I can't say I understand what she sees in that woman, Arteria. I've got to get to the bottom of this. Once her heart beats a bit calmer.

Sidney had caught on quickly that she had been free from worrying about her previous charges. Taking the chance to explain himself, Owen nodded, feeling a bit of pride over having helped --and having his involvement deduced so quickly. "Yes, I asked her to reconsider your charges. Considering you were gone for so long, it'd be a shame if you were to return only to be thrown into jail. Besides... life as a thief must not have been pleasant. Nothing wrong with not worrying about these details while we are here." Honestly, it must have been a damper to her mood before...

"So," Owen spoke up, "Where did you have in mind at first?"

[SB.]

Claire withdrew her hand quickly, catching wind of Cass' discomfort, rubbing her eyes instead. "I don't mind going out, but we probably not too far." And that wasn't just because the mage was feeling less than energetic. "Not with what we've learned now." The escapee was unlikely to try anything in an crowded area - he was sure to be caught quickly with so many people around. Maybe it would be different with Freya, but... hm... 

Cass still seemed on edge, and it wasn't like the pair had been particularly good friends before this. It was probably better to leave the guard to her own devices, in that case. "I see. Good luck to you then, Freya." The mage smiled briefly, before it gave way to another yawn. "Gosh... sorry about that."

[Nanami Touko]

"I know, not too far, but... I-I feel I've been making your sleep worse, Claire. You can't be used to rooming up with someone, and you seem so tired. The least I can do is come with you around town, and get us something to eat. We both should take a break from this magic business, truly. I feel my brain's so stuffed full of words and phrases that I can't fit much else in there. I could go for a crepe, honestly..." Cass realized how disheveled she looked now, strands of hair coming into view. "Oh, curses. I've kept my hair up so long that is just doesn't know how to be when it's down. Let me fix that..."

Cass stepped back into the room to fetch herself a comb, thinking about what Freya said. "Do your best, Freya, but don't get yourself into too much trouble. The city had guards for a reason... Not that I'll stop you. You're as capable as they come, and if it comes to it, I know you'll put it to use." And there, accursed mop. You've been dealt with. I suppose my hair doesn't look awful down... It gets a bit curly at the ends though, doesn't it...

[Vestige]

For the first time in a while, the streets of Tytila had quieted, even amidst the morning bustle. Security had been tightened, and the guards were making their rounds more often than usual. Rumors concerning asylum escapees and Deira's approach were both circulating among the population--both ample cause for concern. But Alain had a different matter plaguing him. 

Lucky it hasn't rained yet. 

He approached the doors of the College, pushing past the carved wooden doors. It had been quite some time since he'd visited. Work had it's way of sucking up the time. Funny, that. He could have made his career here--but instead he'd somehow wound up as one of Ethel's diplomats. 

Part time mage, part time diplomat, part time soldier--all the same really. 

There was a woman seated at the front desk, busy with some task or the other. Nobody who looked particularly familiar to him, not that it mattered. He tapped the desk with his finger. "Excuse me miss, is Jannes around? There was something I was meaning to speak with him about," he said. "Tell him Alain is here to see him, it's fairly important," he added.

He hadn't worked very closely with the principal before, but Alain had still managed to foster a bit of familiarity with the elder mage during his time in the capital. He was curious to know what had been uncovered about Malaphar, and whether or not they were truly prepared in dealing with him, as Ethel implied. 

 

[Shin]

Referral

The scholars looked at Constance with cautious expressions, none of them entirely what to do with the rambling old woman in front of them. The bald bearded one stepped forwards, his colleagues making space him to step forwards. "That would be me, Jannes, lead tutor of the college... I'm sure I understand." Jannes replied, amused at Constance's self-assigned expertise. "We're very much aware what has been going on, and this charming young man's associate has approached us in order to investigate and aid her condition."

Lars nodded, not entirely trusting of Constance either. "Their story checks out, miss. Lady Claire said something about them coming to look after Emily. Things ain't going so good for her, so it's the best shot she's got." Lars explained, the men around him looking at him as if he were some sort of simpleton. "We ain't gonna be able to take her with us, she's better off gettin' help from people who got the resources... I only wish we did."

Out for Brunch

"Oh, Sir Duhamel? You just missed him." the woman replied, looking through the paperwork on her desk quickly. "He went to go visit the noble quarters, something about visiting a certain somebody in the Prince's party. You were with them, right? You might be able to catch them if you're quick."

Unknona Chances

Accolon gasped, the combination of being dragged by Eric and "treated" by Serge had opened a good number of wounds. Accolon's sheer weight made dragging them along almost impossible. "Oh... what's becoming of me..." Accolon cried out, their gentle voice tangled up with agony. "Gotta... get away..."

An unsettling presence arrived behind Serge, an intrusive aura that was difficult to ignore. "It works better if you take their armour off, otherwise it just leaks into all the joints." Nona explained, her head peering over Serge's shoulder. "Healing magic might a better solution, but I'd recommend removing their helmet at least. Exposure creates a more rapid result... You're one of Lady Herman's men, aren't you? Serge... Molenli? I always did think Myrcian names sounded unusual. Are these your new mercenaries? It looks like they've gotten hurt already. Would you like me to fix them?"

[Jotari]

Constance nodded. "It makes sense. I suppose Claire has already informed you of everything that has happened." Constance subtly straightened her robes so the symbol of Belial was visible. "I concur with that young man there. You better treat her right. If you put her in harm's way, I'll know. And I won't be happy." Constance tried to recall what she knew of Jannes but her mind drew a blank. She certainly recognized the name but she couldn't remember what his reputation was. The reputation of the college as a whole was good but she knew that were magicians gather, there's bound to be secret rooms researching illicit secrets. The lure of power is just too great for some people.

Edited July 20, 2017 by Jotari

[riariadne]

"Mm... she's your sister and my friend, Owen. I have faith in her that she can make up for it all, given time, and I doubt that is misplaced... I think she wants to make everything better, too." Sidney brushed her hair aside, smiling as he confirmed the story to her and kissing his cheek. "Thank you, dear... it feels liberating to be able to be free to walk the streets of Tytila and not watch my back. So, I suppose it's only fair that I use that chance to tour you of it now!"

"But, where to start is a good question- I didn't really have anywhere in particular in mind, I just thought it would be nice to view the different places. There are sometimes performances, but in this weather, it might not be very likely. Hmm." Sidney took a moment, looking back towards his bed. I didn't really think this through. "Well, f you haven't eaten, we could always stop somewhere for breakfast. Everyone likes the Golden Experience, but I always thought it was overrated. Not that the food is bad, but for the price point... well, even some of the nobles balk at that. Not to mention some of the frequent visitors aren't terribly pleasant." I bet Ferdinand's not too happy with me being let off, sour bastard. "I like quieter places, anyway. Not being able to hear over my own thoughts always annoys me, much less each other. Does that sound like a good idea?"

[Juliette]

"Mm. Being reckless will certainly do me no good," Freya agreed. "If you feel unsafe, Lady Claire, Princess Cassandra, I wouldn't mind accompanying the two of you. Trouble has a nasty habit of finding us all, though... I would understand if you would find me to be interrupting your plans. If the idea is unappealing to you, then in that case, I could verify some of the information for myself by visiting the asylum. Not pleasant business, but something important to keep track of nonetheless, what with the possibilities of a maniac like him running about the city. Best to be preemptive with his sort, if you ask me, especially seeing as he's already admitted to his fair share of misdeeds. Much better to deal with his sorry self than let him ruin any lives if at all avoidable."

Also a request to swap Bronze Sword for Javelin in Freya's inventory

[Dandragon]

He didn't know why he felt the way he did, but the purple-haired daughter of Valter's presence made him feel a way that he couldn't really describe with words. In all honestly, he barely even knew anything about her, a trend with many of the people he had been traveling with. All he knew was that her family was one of the high ranking nobles within Wyke, and that she was the oldest of a trio of sisters. But, there was something about her, some aura that she exerted by merely being there, that suddenly made Serge both intimidated and uncomfortable. And he had no idea why.

"No, he's not one of mine. He just...landed here, then fell off his wyvern. He had a friend, but he...just went off, screaming." That was the short of it. In fact, that was all he could really make out of what happened. Serge slowly removed the helmet on the Deiran's head, being careful not to be rough with him. "As for the armor, I...don't really know how to remove it. Not properly, anyway." He said, finally getting the golden helmet all the way off. "If you have a staff with you, Miss Nona, I'd appreciate the help."

[Xinnidy]

It was heartwarming that Sidney still felt that way about Cass, despite all that happened. "I'm sure she will appreciate it greatly, Sidney." There was less time to brood with friends to support her. Owen knew good would come out of it. "And of course, how would we even be able to enjoy our time in Tytila if we had to worry about guards approaching you at any moment? All the more reason we make use of our time now."

It seemed she had a few ideas... nothing groundbreaking for the moment, which was all fine for Prince Owen. "Well, if you think there's a better place to serve us breakfast, I don't see why not try it." It wasn't like he was dying to taste the Golden Experience, and perhaps more privacy would do them just fine. "Shall we go, or is there something else you want to tell me?"