Nian

It truly, truly spoke of the side characters when Little Miss Useless was blatant about her lack of ability in combat. And still, she was chosen for tonight's dance and song.

Nian could fare with worse. She kept her disdain for the commoner to herself, glancing over at the man who'd started off on his journey without them. It wouldn't matter, save the party she was about to make. The king fell into paces with her newfound retainer, glancing back at their tag-along as she continued to shuffle. What would appear in Blueberry and Kura's periphery was the invitation window, just as their leader started to speak to the former, gaze thrown behind her shoulder. "Let him be. I'll just have to walk ahead of you between the two of us."

With that, her attention returned to the fool ahead. Down the closest exit near them was the right path; what mattered more in their route was the direction they went through the woods after. "Scourge, take a left once you pass through the boundary of town. Follow the city walls. There's a dirt path made in likeness for individuals like you."

She didn't think twice to check on their blue chef buddy. In truth, Nian was thinking of the next best lie to pose to the fae given their troupe of characters.

Brash. Were commoners the type of folk to rob each other of items so quickly? Nian fought back the urge for her expression to falter as Blue stole Kura's drink and then sipped it in front of him. Had this been high court, the raff would most likely be sentenced for execution in the span of a finger snap for having the gall--

But an emperor was god's will in itself. They had the power to reshape reality... even if they had to work with less than savory individuals at times.

Blue seemed to understand enough, though showed lacking in knowledge and wisdom. At least the commoner's ears were made for work. "You mean the Fae. Right. And a punctual attendance beckons any attendees to start their travels soon." Nian took Kura's word at face value -- that was easier than expected -- before turning to Blue with a tilt of her head, a raised brow. "Don't suppose you also happen to be interested in the matter? Strongest between you two would have to take the lead. I have directions."

When offered the cookie, the king blinked slow at it, before stubbornly taking the gift and examining it with bored eyes.

If a ruler were to show up to court unaccompanied by vassals, they would've been a laughing stock to the rest of the nobles. Aryut was a city built on ancient trees, towering and majestic, and it was a fine location to have gathered likeminded individuals to have acted as her party of followers. Players who wouldn't ask questions, arbiters that were a little on the side of air-headedness, just so her orders would've been followed or obeyed.

The duo in her vicinity sure seemed to fit the bill.

Rather, they were the only few figures in the city that seemed even remotely ready for an expedition, which spoke very much about the other side characters strolling by the sides of the town. Dignity and grace were instinctual for her to muster, the emperor strutting forth, and eagle-gaze set on the coffee right as the peppier girl stuck out her tongue at it. An eyebrow raised to the introduction; why should she spend her time to remember a commoner's name?

-- Temporary ally ship aside.

"A difficult errand, mayhaps." It was the best Nian could offer as a guess, knowing to keep her terms grandiose even against serfs. "Would there be any other that didn't require extreme effort from it's inhabitants? Likely not."

Often, the king would have her back straightened, upright at all times, but her slouch was just as intentional to 'fit in', her chest puffed and raised to assert her power over her underlings. "You may refer to me as Nian," she stated, refraining to even offer the others a handshake. "Now, humor me for second. By chance, have either of you heard of a midnight summer's ball to be taking place on this floor?"

If Party Rock was in the house tonight, Nian was down to have a good time.

/shot

It was with a stoic figure that the emperor strolled into the woods. Arms folded, kept underneath the dark cloak that went barely past her elbows, Nian's red eyes scanned the vicinity for shifts in the forest, tells of a maleficent force mostly unseen. Some party this was going to be, if the heart of the realm wasn't there to grace its presence. And there was that rumor, the crowns and royalties, that would be attending that wild and adventurous night.

The king wanted one. The king needed one.

The third floor was home to the fae; tricky creatures that Nian was certain she wasn't meant to best by regular standards. Such rabble, by her judgement, would be great acting as her court, had she learned the ins and outs of their culture, learned how to fit in and adapt. 'Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer', right?

Lucky for them, they'd be the closest socials the crown was ever going to get.

[[ N I A N ]]

NIAN | HP: 60/60 | EN: 24/24 | DMG: 5 | ACC: 2 | EVA: 1 | MIT: 12 | BLEED8+: 12 | PRLYZ

Spoiler    equipment  Heaven's Decree +2 ACC +1 EVA Roosevelt + 12 BLEED [8+] + PARALYZE Fur-Hooded Down Jacket + 12 MIT + 0 REGEN    br.inventory  Cold Brew Coffee (5) | HP RECOVERY III | [link]    skills  Spoiler CLAWS | RANK 2/5 MARTIAL ARTS | RANK 1/5    buffs  Spoiler -

Current Level: 3
Current SP: 8
Link to SP Tracking: [link]
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<<[v2.6] The Traveler>>

Huh. So it wasn't just her out on a mission today, it seemed. Talk about arbiters coming out to play.

Some lowlife wanted their goods returned to them, having lost some crates in the desert. And the great heavens above had deigned it fortuitous that the emperor take it for the day, out of all the other pleas, appeals and requests sent her way. The thought that some serfs couldn't even bring themselves to venture out into some field for a measly few hours was repulsive. Even with Nian's training, she'd still found the reflex to have wanted to gag.

Heavy metal on her arms would only serve to slow her pace down. And the jacket she'd most commonly sport was replaced with a long cloak instead, almost like a cape or a robe, its length dragging across the dusty surface of Fortazela's stone tiled floors. "Commoner Plini," she began, her greeting to the man as she approached him, his eyes set on the horizon for the trek ahead. "Pray tell. What task brings you to the desolate wastes of the fifth?"

[[ N I A N ]]

NIAN | HP: 60/60 | EN: 6/6 | DMG: 4 | ACC: 2 | EVA: 1 | MIT: 18 | REGEN: 5 | BLEED8+: 12 | PRLYZ

Spoiler    equipment  Heaven's Decree +2 ACC +1 EVA Roosevelt + 12 BLEED [8+] + PARALYZE Fur-Hooded Down Jacket + 18 MIT + 5 REGEN    br.inventory  Cold Brew Coffee (5) | HP RECOVERY III | [link]    skills  Spoiler Martial Arts (1/5)    buffs  Spoiler -

It was as though the potions had the tag 'Clearance' on them.

Of course, Nian hadn't expected to enter the shop in the first place; Bistro kept it warded off from entry whilst she got her bearings in order. As for how she gained entry, and how she got to find the alchemist? A story for another time. This one is about the exchange of potions from one player to another.

She tallied five of them. Almost tempted to take a swig out of a bottle -- but decided to save it for later. The emperor could hold onto her temptations.

"千里之行，始於足下."

It was most likely a foreign tongue to the stranger, had the Nerve Gear not decided to translate it accurately. It didn't matter to Nian, however; her associate would know the meaning of her words soon enough.

The woman dragged the other to a familiar renown spot in the corner of the Town of Beginnings. Their travel time was short, for their destination was prominent, and all residents on the first floor were liken to have mapped out the different shortcuts of the city in their head by now. She let go of the commoner once they were at the building's front step. With a hard push of the door, it swung open; Nian merely shoved the other player into its confines with a strong force, barely short of calling upon Aincrad's security systems to their location.

She joined the woman inside. Shut the door behind them and rested her back against it. The gauntlets that forged upon her fists were to signify business, as the emperor folded her arms across her torso, watching the ingrate flounder around in Zackariah's shop. With a finger, she gestured over to the alchemist.

"A young woman steps into a store," she narrated, piercing gaze tracking the other player's movements. "It just so happens that today, the shopkeeper had run out of materials to continue crafting potions for his stock. Though it was but a few moments ago she had lumbered around in dissatisfaction, it is only today -- today -- that she will find herself a new purpose."

"For that should be the way of an arbiter."

@Shin Kagami

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NIAN | <<Martial Arts>>

"... Hmph. Then perhaps it isn't in your bloodline, after all. "

Harsh words that needed to be said. She closed her eyes, tightening the metal in her palms, the box diminished of food set aside on the lush carpet she sat on. A deep but quiet inhale, a pause, and then a release.

Asclepius, also known as Hepius. Hero of medicine, son of Apollo. Known best for his snake-entwined staff, a symbol of medicine even till today. It is said that he had the power to bring back men from the dead...

"But that there is the difference between you and Icarus," the woman mentioned, opening her sights to the world. "He died. You still yet live. A fallen soldier can do nothing but rot. A living one has time and freedom to strive for better."

Nian rose from her seat on the ground. Her cloth faded as she waved it off with her empty hand, the heft of the obsidian block on her arm aiding the monarch as she rose. "You may not be king, Plini," she began, her eyes scanning the forest past his position. "But the positions of arbiters are still open. If not for Aincrad--" The player opened her palms, chest swelling with arrogance. "--Then at least for your own. Life is what you make of it, ignoble."

"Only the strong get to survive in this world."

Ah. She understood once his face seemed to brighten, and listened in close as he rambled on about his favorite subject. The enthusiasm wasn't going unappreciated; after all, more information on hand makes a ruler prepared for inevitabilities. Researching antidotes were doubling with his idea of taking advantage of toxins, and to any proper alchemist this would seem like a reasonable train of thought... Though, the man had cut himself short with a sudden turn of phrase, and Nian realized it was directed to kind of her own.

How strange. Intensity grew in her eyes, a mix of both irritation and tranquility. Icarus wasn't a king, for one -- he was but a boy who flew too close to a star and dipped. As Nian shut her bento in tandem with the serf's, she set an arm down near her lap, barely close enough to rest upon it.

Clarity was needed for Plini. And what was a king's duty but to lead?

"Emperors don't die by the sun."

Metal began to construct itself around her bicep. Black, sullen, grainy but perfected and glossy metal, shimmering to life in a flurry of voxels. "They are the sun. They created them. They have been the sun before and will live to create another; the sun was molded in their fashion." Her eyes flickered over to her subject, rotating her gauntlet slightly, claws closing into a loose fist. "Tian zi, they are called, for they are the sons of heaven. And their children, the princes, they are but the successors of light that step in place of their predecessors."

Her visage had hardened, educating her companion, but the corners of her lips pulled up into an absolutely grotesque smile. The fire in her eyes were but a cinder of something greater, teeth bared as she burned.

"Icarus, boy of naught but instincts, was never meant to be woven into God's master plan."

[#15]

If he hated them so much, why exactly was he still speaking with one? Nian was of the same mindset, however -- but it did a king no favours to lock himself away when he should be readily available for the public to view and admire. Her eyes travelled to the man's box, unfazed by his lack of appetite. It only made sense for a commoner to be used to eating less. And that only made more food available for those who truly deserved it.

When the plebian started speaking about toxins, however, the woman couldn't help but quirk her brow a little, breaking her nature but for a brief moment. Now he sounded more like a deranged church goer, or a scientist who'd gone mad.

But what for?

"Power." It was a presumption she gave him with a light dip of her head. "Any one ruler on the throne can respect the strength of potential allies. I am certain you will be considered no different, even amongst other lowlifes such as yourself."

She'd nearly tapped the side of her bento in her agitation, now two-thirds emptied of food. Her eyes drifted towards the rice, picking up another biteful with her utensils. "On the subject of toxins," she added, the chopsticks an inch away from her mouth acting as a hopeful reminder of her original query, "Which sources have you considered obtaining them from?" Nian mostly expected the man to have harvested his own poisons from opponents -- it would've made the most sense, given their position away from the high life.

In the same way the stranger's visage was torn apart and fraying at the seams, so too was their impression of something that seemed to resembled her. Long, black hair, a recognizably tainted face -- if Nian hadn't looked too close, the player's image would've been spitting of one of the commoners she knew from out of Aincrad. The king winced, but only for a moment, retracting her grip from the strange alteration. Then, as quickly as the apparition was formed, it disintegrated, data chipping away at reality to return to the original form of the broken beast.

Awful. The woman could taste poison on that apology, intentional or not.

"I see," Nian bled through gritted teeth. In a flash, that hand returned to the other player's wrist, the monarch almost pulling the stranger along with a tug. "Well, 'sorry' doesn't cut it."

If she had gotten a chance to drag her victim along the streets, the ruler would've started to move, by now. "The way I see it, you need a vantage point from a higher perspective. Be thankful, commoner -- a lesser king would've left serfs like you to rot."

@Shin Kagami

The foreigner sure talked a lot, Nian observed. She ate her food in silence, as expected of members of the court; funny, how educated Plini had seemed on the chatter of the upper echelons. Therefore, in most normal scenarios, she'd have to keep an eye out for the man. Though unlikely, it was possible for him to see himself in high places.

Although, with the way he carried himself, it was very obvious that he was still but a commoner.

It was even more apparent when the pretend-assassin remarked with a deadpanned look towards their meal. No ranking official would ever be this bold about their endeavor. The emperor watched him, eyes steady. Then she spoke, after swallowing a bite whole. "Mithridatism. Hormesis. Even vaccinations. What doesn't kill me only would only make me stronger. A king does not falter in the face of ruling his subjects."

Nian lowered her gaze back down to her food, preparing another mouthful at the edge of her chopsticks. Her eyes darted from the other to her own bento.

"That, I can do."

She funneled the nibblet into her mouth and swallowed it before speaking. "Tell me, Plini. What chore brought you cross my path today? Furthermore, this food of yours..." The monarch raised her box in accordance to her words. "Ready made meals such as these don't come easy, even during well-established times such as these. Pray tell me about your procurement."

 ID: 183551 | BD: 9 + 2 + 2 = 13 | \o/

A single jab towards the boulder. Immediately, the rest of it came apart, shattering into nimble pieces of sparkles, fragmented data. Nian retracted her two extended fingers back into a fist, releasing an exhale tethered to a vicious grin. She'd not paid attention to Plini's mutterings since his words had trailed off -- only at the drop of a historical figure's name did she perk up and look towards the commoner.

Oda Nobunaga. Son of Nobuhide, lived in the Owari province. Entered an alliance in 1562 with Tokugawa Ieyasu, fell out of his graces in 1573. Conquered Central Japan in 1582, Spring, but was rebelled against by Akechi Mitsuhide, one of his vassals. Succeeded by Toyotomi Hideyoshi and Tokugawa Ieyasu, who brought about the Tokugawa shogunate. It ruled Japan from...

"Yes," Nian lied. There was almost an inkling that the figure the lowlife had mentioned was different than the one she had been expecting, though the emperor brushed that notion off with a dismissal of her weapons. Roosevelt's dismantlement was only replaced by a wrapping of a mantle across her shoulders, and the woman straightened her collar, stepping forward towards her subject's side.

A snap of her fingers dragged a blanket -- red, velvety, thick -- out of her inventory. She knelt upon it, picking up the food that had been addressed towards her from earlier. Her fingers navigated the bento's wooden surfaces, pushing the lid open and collecting a set of wooden chopsticks from within the container's hold. "Courtesy such as this deserves recompense," she uttered.

Nothing else needed to be said. She started to devour peasant's food for lunch.

 ID: 183466 | BD: 7 + 2 + 2 = 11 | lf > bleed proc :c 

What kind of a serf was so empty-headed that they wouldn't even recognize a monarch from their birthright?!

Nian played it cool; a deep inhale and a looser exhale, though the stare she shot the provincial oaf was as sharp as a dagger's blade. "That's right," she judged. The fingers upon her gauntlet closed in to prepare another fist, coated in stark cherry red. Edges of her lips were pulled back in a light smile as she delivered her next crushing blow. "A king to rule the people!"

The blow wouldn't chip off more than a single point of damage off the block. Her metal returned to her side, arms laid horizontal. "Because Aincrad lacks direction. Disorderly. Improper. Selfish and idle human beings."

Despite the start of her monologue picking up, the woman was cut short with a clink of Plini's boxes. For a moment, the ruler's expression shifted to one of dumbfoundedness -- was this a commoner's code for an applause, or something? Her visage tightened in a heartbeat, realizing the error in her ways.

 ID: 183462 | BD: 8 + 2 + 2 = 12 | ah no wait that's too soon for a proc

It was true that the emperor hadn't eaten yet. A king's regiment demanded that she fast until her efforts of her schedule were sated -- but this was peasant's food, for one. Plus, she wasn't exactly sure of the stranger's apparent quality of meal. Three lunched boxes? A sign of rushed effort, most likely. Had Nian not a keen eye, she would've chalked its numbers up to the man's large appetite.

And despite the low grumbling of her stomach, the player set her eyes back onto stone.

"No," she commanded aloud, to herself but for the time being. An arm was raised in tandem as she tried to distract herself. "I must focus for now. Though your offering is appreciated, subject."

The next slash she delivered continued to douse the boulder in red. That there was another reason for her to reject the food, she reasoned, steel fingers curling up with blood coated across its form. She wouldn't want to end up with food poisoning from the effects of Roosevelt, now.

Her eyes settled again on the lunch boxes.

Surely a king wouldn't succumb to free food.

[#5]

 ID: 183400 | BD: 9 + 2 + 2 = 13 | bingo. 

Help?

Nian didn't need help. Rather, it would be more apt the other way around -- there was no need for royalty to trifle their subjects with work that commoners wouldn't possibly be capable of resolving. She huffed, winding up another swipe, almost as though to attack the man who'd casually stepped up against her boulder. What was he doing? Putting himself in danger?

Well it wouldn't be the king's fault if he got himself killed.

Metal thrashed upon cobble, and the flays of rock that split apart from the bolder shone with brilliant red and whites before scattering away into faded forms. The gash she'd left was blood red, her swipe wide enough to have gotten a finger close to Plini, and Nian grinned as she took a step back from her finishing stance. With her steel index, she gestured towards it in a devilish, confident smile. "Feast your eyes upon that. Do you truly think I need help?"

@Plini

 ID: 183397 | BD: 2 + 2 + 2 = 6 

With the ferocity she'd whipped around at, Nian was surprised that the sneaking commoner behind her hadn't exactly been slapped around silly by her steel wedges yet. She growled on instinct, crimson eyes catching a streak of flare, as they examined the stranger up and down. A familiar sort. But someone royalty wouldn't aptly bend out of their way to seek.

If it wasn't apparent to the other player that she was irritated, perhaps the 'tch' that seeped through her lips would be telling. Nian folded her arms as best she could with gigantic gauntlets, trying to recall where she'd last seen the lowlife before. And then she found her answer.

"Stupid forest on the twenty-second." Her voice was deep, giving the man a side-eye as she headed back to the rock she'd been attempting to destroy. "Plini, wasn't it?" Her words had finality to them, as she readied up another punch with a haphazard, stiff stance. "What are you looking to bother divine for on such a day as this?"

When her blow landed upon stone, only a smidgen of its health had gone downwards. Pitiful. Nian wasn't bent on making sure it stayed that way for long.

@Plini

<<Breaking the Unbreakable>>

 ID: 183331 | BD: 1 

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!"

The bloodcurling scream the beast released into the void beyond was nothing short of rage manifested into voice, sound. Though the two metal constructions attached to Nian's arm spoke true of power, weight and absolute destruction, the boulder that sat ahead of her, gripped tight between her cold and uncaring palms could not have been moved. Or crushed. Or compressed into a flattened pancake and then eaten for the day's lunch in a metaphorical manner.

Instead, the display only read for her to acknowledge that the entity was <<Unmoving>>. Like the emperor could care less about it! How was she supposed to move mountains when a single pebble wasn't in her way to co-operate with her style? When her sharp claws finally let the object go, the woman hissed, returning the apparatus to her side, balling her fingers up in a tight fist.

Upon her cheeks, two smears of darkened paint -- whiskers -- only spoke of the humiliation she'd suffered through to get to this point.

Two whole seconds of talking to an NPC and a minute more wrestling with an environmental set-piece.

@Plini

[[ N I A N ]]

NIAN | HP: 20/20 | EN: 2/2 | DMG: 1 | ACC: 2 | EVA: 1 | MIT: 18 | REGEN: 5 | BLEED8+: 12 | PRLYZ

Spoiler    equipment  Heaven's Decree +2 ACC +1 EVA Roosevelt + 12 BLEED [8+] + PARALYZE Fur-Hooded Down Jacket + 18 MIT + 5 REGEN    br.inventory  -    skills  Spoiler -    buffs  Spoiler -

Red. Red. Red.

The young emperor was seeing red.

The nick she'd gotten -- no, the swipe that pummeled her stalwart form to falter backwards -- distastefully unbecoming to her standards. That gash across her front spoke of failures, one after another, but she gnashed her teeth together and tightened the grip around her weapon's length.

Any ruler worth their salt would have gotten used to setbacks. Any ruler worth gold, however, would never have gotten this close to failure in the first place.

She struck, an attempt at retaliation, but failed in her execution and endeavor. The bear was fast, and her footing unsteady; curse the mortal coil Nian had found herself trapped in, virtual or not. A hoarse growl mixed with a grunt was the best war-cry she could muster when the blunt of her blade battered thin air, her pupils catching sight of that beast outmaneuvering attacks one after another.

How was it still standing to royalty such as herself? Better question...

-- Couldn't she have gotten stuck with better suited commoners?

ID: 182993 | BD: 1 | Ah, rats.

WEAPON: Warhammer
SKILL: Gives Stability to yourself and 5 other players for 2 turns
ATTACK:

1. Deal 6 damage and paralyze one target
2. Deal 4 damage and stun one target
3. Deal 2 damage and freeze one target

She'd never seen a sorrier sight than that.

As the Emperor, she'd been keen to watch the rowdy masses charge through each day as though nothing mattered. Atypical beasts. They spurred themselves on with a fervor that even the mightiest rulers could respect and admire. Nian was no different in the face of adversity.

Of course, observing the crowds meant that she'd also pick up on the worst of the commoners -- the ones that seemed so lost and broken that it physically hurt to watch them shift. The player grimaced as her eyes caught sight of this one. Was that <<Disguise>> being abused over and over again? A sore spot in the middle of the Town of Beginnings! It could almost move a lesser king to tears.

Awful. Her jaw locked, teeth gnashed together. A pult towards the ground with her own giant frames -- they disappeared once her footing was found, the woman picking herself up from her landing. Large strides over to the unidentifiable form. Nian gripped what she thought was the other player's shoulder, only grasping for their other limbs when she couldn't find any other hold on their form, and shook them gently.

Cardinal wouldn't like that if she continued.

Her voice was low, grumbly. Almost offended. "What in the hells is wrong with you...?"

[[ N I A N ]]

NIAN | HP: 20/20 | EN: 2/2 | DMG: 1 | ACC: 2 | EVA: 1 | MIT: 18 | REGEN: 5 | LD: 3

Spoiler    equipment  Heaven's Decree +2 ACC +1 EVA Red Omamori +3 LD Fur-Hooded Down Jacket + 18 MIT + 5 REGEN    br.inventory  Roosevelt + 12 BLEED [8+] + PARALYZE    skills  Spoiler -    buffs  Spoiler -

@Shin Kagami

Rarely had anything ever been suited to fit her purpose. This was no exception, the omamori frayed at its edges, seams visibly cut at certain edges before being tucked into itself under more fabric. The make up of the trinket wouldn't escape her.

Yet, it did look good with her outfit. Even if it were to fool a commoner's perception merely in passing, a king was nothing to a little hindrance, a little suffering for the masses. After all, it was their duty to look after their subjects.

"So I'll be taking this," Nian announced to no one aloud. Before the shopkeeper could even more, she'd already chucked a pouch of col onto the counter and strode out of the shop unobstructed.

NIGHT could only stare blankly as the bells chimed her customer's farewell.

If the swing of her hammer was capable of bashing John's helmet in, perhaps the fortune of the stars were in her field for today. Alas, even in her reckless thrash Nian hadn't bothered to turn to look -- it wouldn't be her fault if the common folk couldn't open their eyes to observe and dodge the movements of a slow-slinging power hungry catapult. When she struck, her weapon's head whipped around her right mid-jump, the emperor lunging forth with a swift ambush right when the other players were just starting to move.

Her blow connected. Bone barely felt different from steel with her extended arm, and she cackled when she landed, facing their quarry with a slight toothy smirk. The smog that emanated from Nian's pummel mirrored that of the direct hit upon their beast, and its unkempt coarse fur now started to cloud with remnants of white crystals.

The player tapped the metal's length upon her palm. Cold. She let her visage take on the same purpose whilst she started to warm her battle form back up.

ID: 181770 | BD: 8 | [ATTACK 3] on Beast.
-2 HP. Freeze applied to Beast.

WEAPON: Warhammer
SKILL: Gives Stability to yourself and 5 other players for 2 turns
ATTACK:

1. Deal 6 damage and paralyze one target
2. Deal 4 damage and stun one target
3. Deal 2 damage and freeze one target

Now they were squabbling. Truly, life amongst the unsuited was one fraught with instabilities. She balked at their speech, paying it little attention until a call was issued for a divvying of resources. Splitting up forces again? Truly not a wise decision to the monarch who'd seen empires rise and fall.

-- 'Empires' might've been a loose term to the emperor, but her point still stood strong above all.

She'd hated the absolutely obnoxious chortling from the knight. Something in her grip upon her weapon marked a fury towards the man, an instinct strong to batter the sole human out of the trio down to nothing but metal chunks upon ash. On their scenario of division and conquer, it was most likely the confident, pitiful one was her guess to require the most help. With a snarl, Nian stepped up to the plate, two hands heaving her sledgehammer upon her shoulders.

Though she was here to help, there was no skipping a show of her disdain for someone who truly didn't deserve it. "Awful show there," the player chided, presumably to no one, but her glare could've kill the man behind the helmet had he not shied away from her sights in time.

Hannah  – 2/4 [Setsuna, Andromeda]
Sir John – 2/4 [Freyd, Nian]
Andrey   – 1/4 [Koga]