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[senpai.]

geralt of rivia | the witcher | location - training grounds | tagged - Risyn

Geralt first knew that he wasn't alone in the training grounds when his sensitive ears took note of armored boots, crunching along the grass. Without halting the swift strokes of his blade, the Witcher turned half of his attention to the side, golden eyes narrowing inquisitively when they took notice of the scarlet-haired woman making her way to the nearby training dummy. She was a Slayer, he recognized - one of the army's more vicious fighters, much like him. If he was being honest, Geralt didn't bother remembering her name, a habit he'd developed a couple years ago when he sort of stopped caring about things like that. But, she did leave an impression.

A dangerous one, that is. But an impression nonetheless.

As she hefted her massive blade with intimidating ease, and began tearing into her own target with broad savagery, Geralt finally figured that it was about time he finished his own little warm-up. Her rune-covered sword was beginning to prickle his curiosity, and the white-haired monster hunter was interested in seeing what she could really do with it. Whether it was through a friendly 'spar', or simple observation, he knew that one could still learn a lot without throwing attacks against inanimate objects.

With one last, deft strike, Iris beheaded the training dummy, the curved sword cutting through metal, wood, and straw, like a hot knife through butter.

Primal urges satisfied, Geralt turned his full attention to the woman beside him.

"Interesting blade you've got there." The Witcher spoke quietly, his voice gruff. "Bit bigger than what I usually swing, but you seem to have a good handle on it." He rested the flat of Iris against his shoulder, the magical sword glowing an ominous red as it fed off the adrenaline and energy currently flowing through its wielder's body.

"It got a name?" Geralt rose a genuinely curious eyebrow, moving his slitted eyes up to Risyn's own glowing gaze.

[AuraDragoness]

Holly // Hawk Laguz // Female // FE: 6 & 7 // Slayer // Location: Training Grounds // Tagged: N/A

Holly arrived at the familiar area as it came into her vision, the training grounds wasn't as filled as it would be later but it was early and she never had been a late sleeper like some of the others in the army.

She watched two familiar faces each destroy the dummies they were at, she'd seen them before but never had taken the time to approach; she did know, however that they were very good in combat.

Another familiar face caught her eye and caused her to tilt her head in a bird-like fashion that mirrored her shifted form. Robin, the leader of the army was not to far off; odd, he hardly ever was seen among them unless it was important. She admired the tactician, young as he was he was a great leader and if not for him Holly was sure they would all be dead right now.

Her gaze then turned back towards the grounds and she made her way over to one of the dummies, as long as she was here,
she may as well train for the next battle...whenever that would be.

She stayed a good enough distance from the other training duo, not wanting to get in their way, and took to the air; a brief but dim flash following as she shifted into her avian form and looked down at her target.[/center]

[icxacruz]

edward elric

crunch. gravel crackled under edward's feet. he clenched his fists, his right- one made of auto-mail- squeaked slightly. edward sighed, he guessed that it was starting to rust. he would have to see winry soon about that. he looked around, there were practice dummies with other fighting them. edward needed to tighten up on his hand-to-hand close combat, punches and stuff. he was used to using his alchemy, but that would just tear the dummy apart.

he walked over to a dummy, it was real ugly, he would love to tear that thing apart. there was a girl beside him, she had… wings. wings! edward tried to hide his surprise and turned back to his dummy. he un-clasped his robe-cape-mijigger and it fell off his shoulders. he bent his knees and ballet his hands to fists. in one swift movement, he went towards the dummy and punched it with all he had. it flew back a foot or so and teetered. "well this isn't any good." edward said, and it was true, the dummy didn't take anything from his blow. it didn't have any arms or legs, the thing couldn't even fight back.

edward pushed the hair out of his eyes and sat down in defeat. he stood back up and grabbed the dummy. he glared into it's hollow and non-existent eyes. he set it down and took a deep breath. he took a couple light punches, and them went on to pummelling the thing. he continuously rained punches and kicks to the torso and face of the dummy. when he was done his frenzy, he watched the dummy sway in place, the rubber slightly ripped on the right shoulder. he could feel his face growing red. he clenched his teeth and sat down in defeat, again. "this is no use." he mumbled.

[Ploegy]

♦ Robin ♦ The Tactician ♦
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♦ 22 ♦ Male ♦ FE: 13 ♦ Leader ♦ Tagged: Ashirah ♦

Watching the two off in the distance on the training grounds, he almost seemed lost in his own world. It was a normal sight these days and a bad habit he had picked up over the years. His mind was easily distracted during down times such as this. It made him wonder if the others thought lowly of him. He was supposed to be their leader. He could list several reasons why they might see him unfit. Pursing his lips momentarily, he snapped from his daze as he heard a voice address him. It took him a moment to take in the words themselves, but when he did a soft chuckle managed to escape his lips. Lowering his head slightly, his gaze moved to his feet though a faint smile crossed his lips. "Is that so? I suppose I need to work on that," he finally responded. It was a bit embarrassing that he had been caught in such an act though he tried to play it off. He really did need to work on spacing out and allowing his mind to drift back to memories of his previous home. He would have expected such to have gone to the back of his mind by now. He had very few memories to begin with and his time with the Shepherds was all he truly knew. Whatever memories existed before he had met Chrom would never return to him thanks to Grima.

Finally lifting his gaze, Robin looked toward the woman beside him. It was easy for him to identify her even though he had many people he needed to remember among their ranks. Such a thing was simply another stress for him but he refused to complain. There were much larger things that he needed to focus on. "I apologize for that look. I know it is not one someone in my position should have. I suppose it just happens when I'm trying to come up with something new." Yet another soft chuckle managed to escape his throat.

Averting his gaze once more, his eyes returned to the two in the distance. It was to no surprise that the slayers were up early. They always seemed to be training to no ends. In some ways that concerned him, though if they were to beat these beasts then he supposed they needed to keep themselves in their finest forms. Maybe he should learn from such. Given his responsibilities he rarely found himself practicing his own abilities. Yet another flaw he could see in himself. Pushing the thought aside, he straightened his postured before folding his arms behind his back. "I'm quite surprised you aren't over there training. You slayers always seem to be honing your skills. Perhaps I should be doing the same."

♦ Rex ♦ The Optimist ♦
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♦ 16 ♦ Male ♦ Xenoblade ♦ Ground Troops ♦ Tagged: Open ♦

Yet another nightmare had plagued his head and caused him to abruptly awake. The moment always seemed to replay in his head over and over again. He couldn't escape the loss of Mythra/Pyra and the burden it put on him. She had sacrificed herself for his safety and allowed him to escape into his world only to leave him with her sword and core crystal. Resting the side of his face against his pillow his golden eyes fixated on the dull green gem that sat on his nightstand. Everyday it reminded him that he needed to fight for her and hope that it might begin to glow once more. Only then would his burden be lifted. It seemed that today wasn't that day though.

Heaving a sigh, Rex pushed himself from his bed and sulked across the room. As much as he desired to fall back to sleep he knew it wouldn't come to him. The nightmare would only continue like it always did. Forcing himself to get up with the best option. Staring at himself in the mirror for a moment, he could see just how tired his face appeared. Shaking his head, he moved from the mirror to get dressed. It was only a few brief moments before he was entirely geared up and had the aegis sword resting against his lower back. Even around camp he rarely went anywhere without it. Much like the emerald, it was all he had left to remember Pyra and Mythra.

With his things collected, the boy finally left his room and began on his way down the hall. He needed to prepare himself for what was to come later. It had been hinted at that today would be a mission day. They hadn't had one of those in a few weeks or at least he hadn't gone beyond the forcefield in several weeks now. Others might have gone out since then. It wasn't as if he was entirely informed of what happened among other ranks. It didn't bothered him all too much though it was a change from his previous role back in Alrest. He had been entirely in control of his adventure and the path he took yet here he was a solider and had orders to listen to.

Entering the mess hall, the teen noted how empty the place currently was. There were some soldiers around enjoying their breakfast but not many. It was no surprise given how early it was. Even he hated being up this early. Falling into the back of the line he waited his turn to get what he wanted before finding a seat on the far side of the room. Sitting alone wasn't a rarity for him these days. Ever since his arrival in this place he hadn't made many friends given that he still grieved that lost of his previous ones. Poking at his food momentarily, Rex quietly looked around the room hoping to find something of interest to focus on this morning.

♦ Zelda ♦ The Intelligent ♦
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♦ 117 ♦ Female ♦ LoZ: BoTW ♦ Healer ♦ Tagged: Open ♦

Waking up early was no rarity for the princess for she often woke before the sun rose to make her way to the garden on the edge of the civilian's area. It was a place she could be at ease and rest her mind. Taking on one tragic event right after another still took its toll on her. To think she had gone 100 years sealing Ganon in Hyrule Castle to being in this position only years later was one she could have never imagined. Oddly the two events had their similarities. Both had left Link in a dire state. It pained her that her knight was in such a state once more but as long as she knew he would live once again, she knew she had nothing to worry about. One day he would awaken once more and she could be at ease. Until then she needed to focus her efforts on helping the army in whatever manner she could.

Rising to her feet, Zelda made her way across the small garden until she came to the statue in the middle of it. Kneeling down, she dipped her head and closed her eyes as she mumbled a prayer. It was a habit she had picked up given her visits to the various shrines back home. All she could hope was that they would all be protected in the mission that was expected to be happening later in the day. Going outside the barrier had become a rather dangerous task and she wondered what brought about this sudden interest in going out given that every other time they went out they seemed to barely make a dent in the beasts numbers. Perhaps there was another reason. It wasn't her place to question anyways. They couldn't always sit back anyways. The least she could do was pray and hope that they would be granted with safety as soon as they stepped outside of the forcefield. They couldn't afford all too many losses given their numbers were relatively small or at least in her mind they were.

♦ White ♦ The Dreamer ♦
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♦ 16 ♦ Female ♦ Pokespe ♦ Citizen ♦ Tagged: Open ♦

Life had changed greatly ever since she had arrived in this place. There weren't many Pokemon around if any at all and it was rare for her even to find another trainer like herself. An army had arisen too. She had heard of such things and she made them out to be something akin to the organizations that rose in the regions back home though even then such a comparison was hard to make. Nevertheless she had avoided joining such given that she was unsure if she would even be of any use to them and their cause. She wasn't much of a fighter. Black had always had that role while she was more focused on her business than anything else. She just couldn't find the courage to put her own life at risk. Maybe it was selfish, but until she could figured out how to free her friend from the light stone she knew it was best to try and stay as safe as possible.

Quietly making her way through the streets, she noted how quiet they seemed this morning. Even at this hour people were usually out and about yet today all seemed different. She wouldn't complain. At least she could move about without having to push her way through the usual crowded streets to get to her destination.

Stopping briefly at a shopkeeper to pick up a few sweets, White continued on her way to the small park area near the center of the city. It was a peaceful place and she could let her Pokemon roam free. She had spent plenty of time in it since taking up refuge in this place. Unlike the parks of the city near the army's base, the park didn't give her the constant reminder that something bad was going on around them. It let her live in the world she had created around herself. A fake sense of security so to say. Sinking down onto one of the benches as she arrived, she set the bag of sweets down beside her before leaning back with a soft sigh.

[Woogwoo Wren]

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Name: Fitz
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Role: Scientist
Tags: Open

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Leopold Fitz

He was bent over his workbench, a magnifying device on his eyes, focusing on two viles of some kind of liquid, slowly pouring them into a small bowl. Holding his breath, he tipped one a little farther. Suddenly, with a puff of smoke, the whole thing burst into flames before dying away just as quickly.
"No!" he shouted, jerking away from the bench in surprise. "No no no no no," he muttered, leaning closer, trying to find a way to salvage what was left. When he saw nothing, he let out a shout of anger and turned, slamming his fist into the metal cupboard behind him.
He took a deep breath and tried to calm down, moving against the wall.
"Jemma would know what to do," he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. If only Jemma was here - he couldn't think straight without her by his side, couldn't focus.
He sighed, turning his attention to his hand. His punch had reopened one of the scabs on the knuckles and he scowled, sucking it in an effort to slow the flow of blood. As he did, he noticed the time. To his surprise, he saw it was already morning. He wasn't making much progress here, so he decided to try and find something to eat before trying to discover the right chemical concoction.
So, he left the lab, heading towards the mess hall, his mind running through ideas of where Jemma might be, how she might be still alive and if he could ever find her again.

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Name: Veronica
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Role: Group Troop.
Tags: Open

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Veronica Fraser

She was used to getting up early - she's been getting up with the sun for most of her life.
But being used to something didn't mean she liked it. She dragged herself out of bed early, before most of the city was awake. Dispite still being half asleep as she moved through the streets towards the training grounds, she enjoyed the silence of the early morning. She liked the soft mutters of the few people awake, she sounds of people starting their days and the soft chirps of what few birds remained. It made the world feel normal.
But when was the last time the world has felt normal? She had been here for nearly seven months, had been seperate from her friends and home for nearly seven month, has been wondering if they were even still alive for nearly seven months.
Thinking about that made her want to curl in a ball and ignore the world, so se didn't. She focused on the task at hand, on getting rid of the monsters. Because maybe if they got rid of them she could go home.
She was deep in thought as she passed through the park, on hand resting lightly on one of her daggers as she walked.

(Sorry for any mistakes, I did half of this on mobile.)

[AuraDragoness]

Holly // Hawk Laguz // Female // FE: 6 & 7 // Slayer // Location: Training Grounds // Tagged: Edward

Holly darted forward at the dummy before her, raking a talon across it as she past, leaving a sizable slice on its side before turning around and repeating the attack again, this time aiming for the other side.

Slash after slash she continued her attack pattern, the rush that came with the ability to fly empowering her in her endeavor.

Of course, though she had a high amount of stamina, she still knew her limits and, pleased with the damage she'd done to the dummy she landed back down, reverting once her feet were firmly on the ground once more.

A voice of defeat and frustration reached her ears and her attention turned to its owner, a boy...probably within his teenage years, sat before a barely damaged dummy, a look of annoyance on his face. Being the social girl she was she figured that talking to him wouldn't be a bad idea, after all, she did need to learn more about her allies.

"Er...hello there." she said casually in attempt to start a conversation.

[InfectedHau]

Risyn||35||Worsen||Death Knight||Tagged: Geralt

"Icefel," Risyn said, not pausing in her routine. With a flourish that belied her weapon's weight, she slashed across the dummy's chest, cleaving it neatly in two. "And it's bigger than most people would swing. 'Less you're an Orc or a Tauren, anyways." The Death Knight planted her sword in the ground, a web of frost spreading from the runeforged blade.
"You're sword's no slouch, either," she said, indicating the man's weapon. "If I didn't know better, I'd say it's a weapon of Acherus." Extending an armored hand, she said, "I'm Risyn. I suppose I'm Deathlord of the Ebon Hold now, but I had to leave that behind when I left. Guess I'm the Lich King, too, come to think of it." How exactly did that work? Was she the Lich Queen, or was it just a title? She knew there always had to be one, but was it restricted to males? Either way, being the sole surviving member of the Scourge had to count for something.

[lilymei.]

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Saber • 16 • Female • Fates • Ground Troops • Tags: None

xxxxxThroughout her life, Saber had known always to be on guard, and although she thought the time for that had ended after her rule of Camelot, it seemed things were not meant to go her way. Was it so much to ask for just one day off? For a day where she could let down her hair and just relax? Apparently not. Even during the time of peace she had fought so long and so hard for, apparently she was still destined to continue fighting and although it irked her that it was like that, she still stayed determined to protect those around her at all costs. She had lost so many when the beasts invaded... Her friends, the others who sat at the Round Table with her. Lancelot, oh how she would miss him. Biting her lip as she held back tears, Saber shook her head, not wanting to recall memories of the past, not now. The time for grieving would have to wait. She had bigger issues on hand now.

xxxxxThe knight spent her mornings on "patrol", basically walking around the base's edges for any signs of the beasts or of anything else that would be a threat to the others here. Though the splitting headache of hers told her to go back home and rest, she disobeyed it, knowing it would be better for the people if she were able to sense danger before it arrived. Her vision fogged every once in a while but she would press on, using a small fraction of her mana to restore energy to herself, allowing her to push forward.

xxxxxAs the girl walked, her metal shoes loudly resonated throughout the streets, causing a few people to look at her with confusion and although she hated making anyone feel uncomfortable, she knew being able to save their lives with the mana she had stored would be more effective than wasting it on a change of clothes. Of course, she could return home to grab a new set of clothes, but that would take off precious time from patrol and who knew what would happen during that short span of time. People constantly would tell her that she worried too much about the smallest details, but she knew full well, the smallest details could be the things that lead to a kingdom's downfall. For example, not watching out for all possibilities could cost a life or 10 or even a thousand lives if the situation was right and she wouldn't risk that. Though she was still human, she did her best to avoid acting that way. She wanted to just be seen as someone that could always be there for the civilians and her friends and honestly didn't care about getting anything in return. If she were to appear inhuman, maybe people would stop trying to bug her into resting or taking a break. She didn't need to be cared for. She didn't want to be cared for. The people were her kingdom and without them, she would be nobody, and so she decided, she would never be forgotten because being forgotten was the worst fate someone could suffer. Her hands tightened into fists at her sides as she walked, holding a stiff stance though tried to make it appear looser and more casual, to no avail. She wasn't the best at disguising emotions and so far, that had not changed...

[Wormgod]

Ashirah
Training Grounds
Tagged: Robin

Ashirah looked straight ahead and watched her fellow slayers fight, while listening to Robin. The fellow redhead and the witchhunter (although he shortened the title to "Witcher" for some reason) paused to converse. In that time, two others appeared: the hawk shapeshifter and the Nord-looking teen with the metal arm. The giant hawk made quick work of her dummy while the boy displayed his impressive strength, but seemed disappointed for some reason.

She glanced over to acknowledge Robin. Perhaps it wasn't best to tease him on his stress. He took it too seriously, "While I lead over fewer people, I understand that look. I've had it myself, if you recall. We are allowed a moment of weakness."

The slayers went at their targets again, and she mentally appraised them. Robin spoke again, asking why she wasn't in the field as well. Ashirah hesitated, then grinned as she got an idea, "A Hortator must ensure her allies are fit...and a leader such as yourself should lead in battle, too. You speak of training, so why don't we spar? It has been too long since I sparred against a powerful opponent, and far longer against a mage like you."

The Judge
Park
Tagged: White

The Judge was bored.

Honestly, boredom was the flavor of his current life. The feline had no taste for the aimless raids on the beasts outside the forcefield, and life inside was stagnant. The city seemed to simply be...existing. While protected by the forcefield, they had no reason to do anything but stay safe inside. The meaninglessness was maddening.

With nothing to direct his energy towards, the Judge took to wandering around the town as he used to do through the Zones. There was certainly more detail in this world--the existence of flora alone was fascinating. Plants did not exist in the Zones--and it took him quite some time to sniff out every detail. But he had ran out of new excitement a month ago, and now took to following random people to see what they did. The interesting ones he followed multiple times, and a few he even conversed to. The girl currently ahead of him was one such person.

White was her name. An odd one for her species, but who was he to judge? He mentally chuckled at his pun. No, she was interesting because she had an air of hope around her, which many (including himself) have forgotten in these dark times. Plus, she had many interesting companions stored in red and white spheres. They made fun (albeit odd) playmates.

His prey sat on a bench in the park and sighed, her shopping bag next to her. The Judge stepped around in front of her, officially revealing himself. He purred and looked up at White with his usual grin, "Ah, the virtuous tamer. How does the morning fare thee?"

[senpai.]

geralt of rivia | the witcher | location - training grounds | tagged - Risyn

The Witcher didn't really know what an Orc or Tauren was, but going off of simple context clues, he could hazard a pretty good guess. Big, burly people, more than likely - although, whether they were monsters or not, Geralt couldn't exactly say. The thing with the other people within this army, was that they all came from different worlds. Some worlds had monsters, others only had humans, some were only inhabitated by dragons, others by rats and sewage...honestly, most terms went over his head, which was pretty damn frustrating. Of course, he possessed common sense, and could read expressions and tones of voices. And, going off of what he was hearing right now, this woman was very, very dangerous...if she was telling the truth.

After all, you didn't get foreboding titles like 'Deathlord of the Ebon Hold', or 'Lich King', without some skeletons in your closet.

"Those are some impressive titles. Happy sounding, too." Geralt smirked wryly, the movement warping his scar ever so slightly. Turning his attention to Iris, he rose an eyebrow at the glowing-red blade, before simply plunging it into the ground with his left hand. As soon as the blade slid into the cobblestone below them, a strong pulse of energy was released, lightly shaking the training grounds with its power. Shaking his head, Geralt slid the now steel-colored sword out of the stone, before returning it to its spot on his shoulder.

"Name's Geralt...a Witcher, which means nothing in this new world, I guess." He returned his attention to Risyn, absently scratching at his beard.

"Unfortunately, I've got nothing fancy like 'Lich King Geralt', or 'Geralt Of The Ebon Hold', but that'll have to do." Firmly, he grasped her armored hand with his own gloved one, shaking twice.

"Nice to meet you." And, for once, it wasn't just a frustrating and useless pleasantry that he had to say in order to come off as nice and courteous. For being a Lich King, this 'Risyn' wasn't as annoying as some of the other people he met at this place.