Raindrop Valkyrie

And sheet. ((that took forever...kill me. Don't but do please.))

The scene happened... a lot faster than Rayne could've comprehended. One moment she was protecting a nearly helpless young boy, and the next he was forced to so something so grisly... at such a young age. She, didn't know what to feel really. She just felt entirely empty inside. As she just watched innocence die before her eyes. Maybe the kid wasn't all that innocent, he was stuck with this lot after all, but her ideals just couldn't help but scream at her that his wasn't right. I became a Pegasus Knight so that this... never had to happen. She didn't know what to do, how to react... what was even... right? Was there a right way to act in the face of such... such... a horrible fate. He was about the age of one of Rayne's younger sisters... even though she didn't know his exact age... he had to match one of the seven of them. Would they be forced into this one day? Would they forcibly have the sewing needle ripped from their hands and have them replaced with a spear? At least I chose this... did he even get that? Will they even have the right to choose their own destiny? Or will... will the innocence die in their eyes too...? Her arms shoke, her legs, her everything. Her entire body was shaking at the sight as she witnessed it. But, she had to shake it off, there was still fighting to be done and she was one of the Royal Guard. This life, it was chosen by her. But, she remembered that day for herself. She remembered what she felt, and what she did every time when she had to consider taking a life. She walked past nearly tears in her eyes she tried to pass by without saying anything but she couldn't. "It doesn't get any easier. It only gets harder. Sometimes... even the damned have their blessings. Their families, their friends. Sometimes they take to this life just because they have no other option. Being a hero... isn't about killing. Anyone can do that... it's easy to shut of your emotions and think of others as less than human. That doesn't make you a hero. It's knowing that the people you're fighting no matter how vile they may seem or be... are still human. No matter how rotten they are... they are human and you are decided to... to... take away their most sacred gift. Their life. Death, is a permanent solution, to what can be something that's only temporary. I had to kill and fight to save your life. I didn't put one life out of this world just to have another abuse and misunderstand what it is to take another's. So, never forget what I said... or I'll never forgive you." It was rather clear with how quickly she turned, she wasn't really in the mood for rebuttal. Move to M12.

"I don't remember training this hard... Must've forgotten. Or it's just natural talent!~"

"Yes, you really should be more thoughtful on that front Firecracker, while I love to see you burn brightly, I'd rather my newest addition not have her flame smothered so quickly. Gosh... you really got me layin' on the fire vocabulary. Probably your master plan. But, really, I care about my unit, don't be too crazy now Firecracker." Meredith said closing her eyes with a deep breath. Focusing her energy, to then turn it around back into boilin' rage. "However... these boys are ignorin' me. Hurts a girls' feelings ya know. Just put myself out there and they don't even pay attention to me. SCARED A GIRL'S GONNA KICK YOUR ASS!?!?!?" Tell ya boys what... I'll make you a deal. Since y'all are too shy to greet a lady proper... HOW ABOUT I MAKE THE FIRST ADVANCE?!?!! AND IT'S NOT GOIN' TA BE AN ENJOYABLE EXPERIENCE!!!" Move to Y3, Meredith sends her iron regards to Merc ((3 or 4 can't remember.)).

"Oh! We're still fighting! I nearly forgot! I should do something!" Rayne said, noticing the whole exchange between Cadence and the man who she had disarmed, kinda literally almost. Cadence... that was a very pretty name. It noted rhythm, repetition in pleasant pattern. She repeated it several times in her head, like it's namesake... to commit it to memory. She didn't want to forget it, and the fighting might distract her enough she would. But, she'd make sure not to lose the name this time. Cadence, Cadence, Cadence. CADENCE CADENCE CADENCE!!! There, that should do for now. Rayne ran straight up to the archer that had been given quite the wallop for what appeared to be a small child with a giant axe. THE FIEND! What had he done to this poor child, that they picked up an axe against him? He would pay! Swift and divine justice! "I will protect you! For I, Rayne am a pegasus knight! A Divine Knight of JUUUUSTICE!!! These, foul ne'erdowells can harm you no more! CLOSE RANGE NEEDLE GO!!!" Move to Canine, and attack Archer 2. Leave him in stitches.

Rayne held entirely firm until she felt her hand move from her chest, as it no longer was held over her heart. If she was honest, it was one of few times she's was genuinely scared. She worried about if her offer was refused, how could she repay her transgressions if the one she had stepped on would not allow it? The "what if..." took on a life all it's own in her head. A twisting path by a gnarled tree. But, she felt her hand lift away. As if the woman had reached into her heart and plucked the despair from it's weary branches. Rayne instantly felt the despair, the fear replaced with joy. It happened so quickly she nearly forgot to complete the gesture to make it contract. "And it is sealed, with the wax of the soul and the word of a Marigold." Sacred words, not meant for any occasion. The creed of the Marigold guild. The very guild her mother ran... as one of the actual Marigolds, Rayne didn't say this lightly. Her family and the extended family of her guild... their honor was on the line now. So, she could not fail. Her needle, all would rest on it. The Marigold's reputation. They weren't the biggest guild. Their reputation was literally everything. Rayne wondered if this woman even knew just how insanely important what she was doing. It was fun thinking that for once... maybe someone else was the "clueless" one. After all, she didn't seem to know the gesture, despite how well known it was. Maybe, it wasn't as widespread outside of her home as she thought. Or maybe she was a bit too young to care so much about her manner of dress. Whatever it was, it was amusing in it's own way. "I'm yours until you are satisfied. Do with me what you will.~ On my word, I will not rest until you are satisfied with my work. But, please. If you don't wish to look a man, grant me one selfish wish then. Let me make you beautiful~ Let me show the world... you! That would make me ever so happy!" and it was quite easy to see. She bounced up and down and barely could contain herself. Just pure giddiness bubbling under the surface. "D'oooooh, I'm so happy and excited thinking about it! I swear these butterflies are so giddy I can see them! Hey! Look! There's one over there! Oh shoot, it disappeared. You probably couldn't have seen it anyway but... no harm in trying!" suddenly she bonked herself on the hand with her free hand. "Silly me, I forgot, I haven't told you my name yet! I'm Rayne! Rayne Marigold. A pleasure to meet you lady who's name I do not certainly know and will now ask in due time cause referring to you like this every time I talk to you would be insanely ridiculous and frankly the fact I'm still going is a bit bananas but what can I say... I'm devoted, driven, and very excitable! So... what's your name?" Somehwere in the distance the sound of a very angry Pegasus could be heard snorting loudly as if to say "Girlie! YER IN THE MIDDLE OF A DAMNED BATTLEFIELD!!! THIS IS NARY A TIME TO BE MAKING FRIENDS!!! I CANNAE BELIEVE THIS!! Well... at least she'll have friends I suppose... I'm 'appy for 'er."

I mean... you're basically disrespecting and backseating this entire RP, all of the palyers and the host. And you're not even in it. Like, how is anyone attacking you? They are ways to stat your thoughts etc without entirely bashing literally all the players, by straight up disrespecting them. Like, calling our work pointless and fluff... has already insulted us beyond belief and RPing in general. Like... do you even understand what RPing is about? Like really... do you? Cause if you did you'd know what you said. Calling our writing pointless is literally the worst insult you can throw at us, because it is the entire POINT of RPing. Like... literally. You have looked at the very soul of the practice we do here, and have said it is pointless. RPs are NOT about systems, they are not about making logical real world sense. They are about the experience we as players are having with each other and the host. The system is a leg for which to resolve bttles etc.., but it is merely a tool to help us tell stories. The seen between Cade and Rayne is what RPing is about, the battle happening behind it is a set-piece. That is the lifeblood of RPing. It is why we RP as players. Because that stuff is what is important to us. The system... it doesn't really matter, it's there to help take some work of resolving conflict out of the equation. That is is. We could be using any other system to tell this story, literally anyone because it is the characters that make an RP. So to call that pointless you call this RP pointless and you insult each and everyone one of us, not ever jsut those involved in that scene. Thirdly this is our experience and we are decided to share it with you to read. We don't have to. We could run this elsewhere or in a private chat but we decide to share it here to fostor community and so that people can enjoy it along with us. Keep this in mind when you take such a flippant tone that we aren't going to be really all that willing to listen to suggestions when you start but insulting our work and calling it empty and hollow. You've begun and attack in our home, our OOC, the place you are a GUEST. And then you give suggestions after insulting what we are doing. I don't know hwo many times I ahve to tell you intentions do NOT matter. Even if you did not mean it to be offensive you were but being ignorant about what we are doing here. And in doing so have already begun your suggestion and your thoughts by insulting the way we are currently doing things. This tells us that you think we are wrong. Your suggestion becomes a demand whether you intended our not. You ahve walked in here and said, "I'm not in this RP, but I don't liek this I think you should do this." One, there's a host for this RP, two in fact. And you've already insulted them by posting in here. You are implying they can't handle their own RP or that they cannot understand what users reading back will do. If there was a problem with us doing the scene in the IC THE HOSTS WOULD"VE ALREADY SAID SOMETHING ABOUT IT. Do not insult them and then think when they defend their OOC, their home that they are attacking you cause you sir, are the one aggressing here. On all of us. So, seriously... stop playing the victim card. You are coming in here and insulting us as players and the hosts of this RP. And when we stand up and defend ourselves you say we are the problem. How about you take a long hard look in the mirror. How about you actually think about what you say, and how you say it. ANd once your're done doing it, maybe then talk to me. But if You can't see YOU are in the wrong here even after reflecting on it... I'm sorry, but there's no helping that.

Considered it's done in Ashes quite a lot and the host hasn't said anything pretty sure it's fine. Also it's pretty rude and insulting to jsut straight up call our convo "fluff" it has importance and character development within it. So it's not fluff and it's harldy pointless. Further Support conversations I dunno... HAPPEN IN BATTLE IN THE GAMES so it hardly that outlandish in Fire Emblem for it to be happening.

"Hmm... practicality. Not something I considered in such a garment, coats like that are usually for nobility or those that want a rugged flair while still looking fashionable. For flair when fighting rather true protection. I didn't see the signs earlier, but I'm imagining on the inside a certain technique was used. At least one similar to a jack of plate." the outer layer of bubblyness disappeared for awhile as the girl started externalizing more and more of her thoughts. It sounded more like she was conversing with herself for awhile. It was a bit drastic a change from before while she was talking through her thought process. "I know the handiwork from when my mother worked on pieces of jack from time to time, I can tell your friend is a master of the technique if he hid it in that kind of a duster. I focused on the easy thing to see, and not the beauty underneath. I apologize. However, if this friend of yours is important to you allow me to atone for this transgression. His handiwork deserves that of kings to compliment it's masterwork status. I still know how to sow, my mother taught me very well seeing as I was once to take over her business. Please allow me to highlight his fine work and make it stand out more beautiful than ever before." Rayne closed her eyes and covered her heart with her hand as she bowed. It was something that was well known in the world to that of tailors. A sign that they'd do the work entirely for free. An open and heart filled gesture that was only reserved for very very special occasions. "If lookin' the part of a man is so important to you, I can make it so, though it'd be an insult to your body's form. I can tell you are beautiful just looking at you and the way you carry yourself. The oversight and terribleness of others shouldn't force you to hide your true self. That's just to sad for me to bear the thought of. But, at least allow me to atone for the insult. It was rude of me, and despite not knowing I should've known better than to insult the surface work without lookin' further than the surface itself." Rayne said this all while still holding the pose. It was customary that the gesture if to be accepted that the one receiving remove Rayne's hand from her heart, then she may stand once more. Her mother's guild might not have been the biggest guild, but people traveled from all over the world to have her or her guild members create garments. Their work was highly regarded as some of the best in the world. So, their gesture was known even outside of her home island.

"Pssssssssh, don't be silly. Anyone could tell that coat doesn't fit you at all despite having it tailored." Shoddily I might add if I had the nerve. LIKE EEEEEEW!!! THAT STITCH WORK IS SO BAD IT'S DRIVING ME CRAZY!!! Rayne put her index finger up to her mouth while staring at the swordswoman and squinting. She was thinking... but no one else would probably know that and be mystified at what she was actually doing. Suddenly she shot up and starting talking again. "Just look at the space between where the garment lies and your actual shoulder. I could probably fit my hand in there with all that extra space judgin' from this distance. Even with the original shape altered, there's still a lot of wiggle room in there." She said tiltin' her head to the side to get a better look at the garment. She was definitely correct. It's shape was bloody abysmal and the stitch work was horribly botched, to an untrained eye... it'd could possibly obscure something but... like it wasn't doing a good job of it even then. "That coat can't be comfortable as a result so I have no idea why you're wearing it. OOOOOOOOOOH, UNLESS YOU ARE TRYING TO PRETEND TO NOT BE A GIRL!!! I probably shouldn't have yelled that out loud... eh, but that can't be the reason that's absurd. Who'd do that? Like... sounds like a terrible cliche in an equally if not worse novel." "Oh and as for your questions, one yes, but yours aren't that broad as proven by my eyes and your shitty tailor who can't stitch to save their life. Secondly yes!" she said looking down at her own chest... since ye... it was covered in armour but that should've made it all the more obvious. "and thirdly yes! Your voice sounds a lot like my aunt's actually, though she was a bit of a smoker, maybe it's not accurate."

"Oh! I still have it. Thanks again friend! You're a lifesaver and a very nice girl!" Rayne shifted the Javelin in her hand and looked at it a bit. It was in pretty decent shape. It would work just fine as the tool of a Pegasus Knight! She must've instinctively grabbed it after throwing her other one but she didn't really remember doing so. Mostly, something else was bothering her more at the moment. "Hey, why do you wear that... uuuuh...thing? It doesn't flatter your figure at aaaaall. It's... like wearing a burlap sack. Nothing wrong with being beautiful while you fight! Look at me! I'm pretty good at it and very cute at the same time~ It's eaaaasy."

"I had this villain handled Lady! Though I have misplaced my Javelin so thank you for the assistance! But, I totally had this covered. Most likely... Probably! Still thaaaaanks!" Rayne shouted at the woman swordfighter while she was waving her arm furiously. Her state of dress was pretty awful lookin' at it. Like she was trying to hide she was a girl or something. Like, that couldn't be the case could it? Naaaaaa, she was too cute for that, It'd NEVER work. That jacket was hideous though. Very hideous. Looked like she stole it from some homeless guy. The shoulders were definitely muuuuch to broad for her. "Oooooh... now where did I put that thing? Has to be around here somewhere. Can't be the one in his leg... I threw that one already. What did I do with my spare...?" Rayne mumbled to herself, not realizing it was already in her hand.

"Oh noes! Get away from her FIEEEND!!!" Rayne yelled upon seeing the Merc head directly for their dancer. It was a very dishonorable move to attack someone who was defenseless! She couldn't forgive him for that! Not that she should expect that from pirates and ne'erdowells regardless. But, she'd make him pay for it. "Go, SOLO STINGER!!!" she said loosin' a Javelin towards the offender. Move to H10, and give Merc 1, 1 order of spicy hot javelin to go.

"Oooooh, things are so precarious Beau! B...but we can't risk flying with all these archers around. But... I gotta help somehow. Beau, fly me up there and then get outta the way, it's not safe! Let me protect you this time sweetie." She stroked his mane even more. She was scared for her friend and didn't want harm to come to him. But it was just too dangerous for him to be here for now. She'd have to fight on her own for awhile. However, she was much different girl from back then. She could fight for herself. Beau wouldn't really agree just thinking to himself "Girlie, ya can barely walk 10 ft without trippin' o'er yaself, how you gonna manage to fight without meh?" but he knew he had to listen. He just worried is all. Worried for the girl he'd been with most of his life that he could remember. So, he snorted, a little mad. But, the kind of mad when you know someone is right. "I know you're not happy to have to leave me to fend for myself, but I can do it! Believe in me Beau, just like I believe in you." The horse wanted to snort in protest once more, but he knew she was right, he still knew she was. So, he did what he was told and flew around the side of the boat out of range of any precise arrow fire. Rayne leapt from his back and tumbled onto the deck rolling right next to the archer stood in the middle of the deck. She stood up a little too fast, the blood rushing to her head making her a little woozy. She nearly toppled over but managed to keep her balance. "Hey guys! I'm here to help now!" Move to H7, and then dismount.

Rayne hadn't really yet noticed the commotion. she was sitting staring out over the sea towards the front of the ship. "I've never been to sea before... I wonder what it's like outside of Versidia. Well, I guess I'm outside of it already... huh. This is kinda weird." She thought to herself all alone lost in her thoughts. She daydreamed about all the wonderful things she might find and experience now that she was off the shores of her home. She'd only ever heard about the other islands. What were they like? Were they as magical as they were made out to be? THE POSSIBILITIES!!! They were endless. She was only brought back to reality by her Pegasus, Beau, loudly and rather bombastically snorting as loud as he could. Probably, the only person that could snap her out of her daydreams with little to no effort. "Oh... what is it my sweet little prince?" Rayne started to comb through his wild and unruly mane, just like he loved. Beau nearly rolled his eyes but, he didn't. He just snorted once more and whipped his head backwards as if to say "OI, GIRLIE!!! LOOK BEHIND YE!!!". He snorted again, hoping to get across the urgency. Rayne turned around to see what was happening. "Oh, hey! When did they get here? Guys! You should've told me there was fighting I'd have been more prepared. You're all so silly~ I'm glad you're confident enough to take on problems without me though! You guys are really courageous!" Rayne holds.

~~You knwo that if dance us we can... kill the units threatening you right? That's... sorta the point. So if you never dance us cause you'll be in range of enemies you'll never do anything.~~ I mean it's a bit silly to assume that we'd expect that anyway lol. If someone gets themself in the mess you shouldn't sacrifice yourself for it ((unless we can unstick them without losing too much in the process making it not a sacrifice but following up on an aggressive move..)) firstly if we play smart we'll never get into that situation in the first place. We have an OOC for planning etc... make sure to read it before doing anything too crazy lol.

well, they are 0/3 thus far so... they aren't really doing a good job.

Hey, man, you never know.

Better get good then. If you die, Not my problem.

She'll heal you, just if you're entirely dead she'd not bring you back. Seems entirely reasonable to me. Just don't die and it won't be an issue!

The funny part... is that if she gets killed while she has it, none of us can save her with it LOL. .I'm an awful person

"Awwww, you can't say nevermind. Now I wanna know.~ Don't teeease me like that." ((also yea I didn't make Rayne's mug myself either, feel free to ask around lol.))