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#1Tenshi † 

The God Descends (Social/Private) Empty Sat Feb 09, 2019 11:04 pm

Tenshi †


If there was but a single word to describe Orchidia at that very moment, it was "Pure." Snow, white and untainted but by footsteps quickly covered, fell in thick white snowflakes on slant rooftops. They piled on top of one another, the change happening without notice until it was already accumulated. What little light forced its way through the clouds reflected, making the entire city glow. How such a dirty place filled with so many wrongs and so much deceit could ever look so clean was irony at its best. It was no worse than any other within Fiore, arguably better due to the guild that resided there, but it had its share of secrets. Those little truths that begged to be discovered were somewhere within, buried within the snow.

Today was no the day that they would be discovered. At least, not intentionally. For the man whose presence was announced by the muffled crunch beneath his feet, there was only his destination in mind. His body was hugged tightly by warm cloth, stacked in layers on his body to fight the cold. His feet were covered by a pair of odd looking boots, ones that seemed to bend to his foot and allow full maneuverability despite their bulk and fur. Thick, baggy pants that looked of similar material to sweatpants were tucked into the boot, hugging his waist. His hands were stuffed into pockets of a thick jacket made of similar material, and around his neck hugged a scarf that looked as though it had seen horrendous conditions in the past few years.

His face was bare, rugged and sporting an even layer of scruff over his face and neck that did not look at place on the young mans chiseled and handsome features. Across his chest was as a strap, holding tight to his back a hilt that looked of far higher quality than his clothes, and the hilt of a blade that looked otherworldly.

The air about him was different. There was nothing physically to indicate he was anything other than a wanderer, making his way into a town that had buckled down for the snow. The wind blew over him, the snow clung to any surface that would accept it, and his nose tinted red to the elements. Yet there was a presence about him that demanded attention.

It was in his eyes that scanned the environment, passing over and memorizing every thing before him. It was in his slow and delicate twists of his head, craning his ears towards every little sound that did not come from him. It was in his even breaths that came without a shiver, as if he had found a way to simply ignore the cold.

It were as though a lion had found itself into the den of sheep, a predator that none would even identify.

Near the center of town, his face let on the first bit of emotion since his arrival. A sense of recognition, formed by raising eyebrows and a parting "Ahh," that found its way to no one. He continued his pace, neither slowing to analyze the structure nor speeding up to hasten his journey. Before long he traveled over one of the bridges of the moat which surrounded the guild, and the doors of the hall swung open to his touch. It was funny; Despite their size and weightiness, they moved as though they dared not resist his touch.

Beyond that door was not a hint of proof that the outside existed at all. Artificial lights shone a yellow hue reminiscent of the sun, and the sounds of laughter and joviality filled the halls from end to end. Song and dance were aplenty, and everyone seemed to know one another. There was hardly a glance at the door, and why would there be? This was Lamia Scale. It was one of the biggest guilds in all Fiore, with the most renown for its members being proficient in combat. Would there dare be an attacker? Would there even be a criminal who sought to wreak their terror upon these halls? There were a few idle glances cast in the direction of the door, but the sheer difference in lighting and temperature caused people to both look and shy away from the portal outdoors.

The door closed, and nothing had changed.

It was a slow change. A shift in the atmosphere, one that no one noticed. The lighting still filled every corner, and heat still radiated from the floorboards. Dance and song reigned supreme, but there was a challenger to their throne.

Silence began to eek its way through the guild like a poison, introduced unnoticed and spreading in its benign way. People found their eyes drawing to the strange individual whom had entered. Few recognized him, and none knew his name, but still they found themselves looking at him.

There was a presence among them that did not belong. One who could pose a threat to their wonderment, to their fun. The peace that felt so natural was fading, and yet nothing had happened. It was a calm before the storm.

Would it even hit the shores?

If one would ask when it got so quiet within the guild that a pin could be heard hitting the floor, no answer could be given. It happened so gradually, then so abruptly, that none had noticed. Yet now all were aware of its deafening pressure, and the sense of wariness that radiated from this traveler like a warning.

"Something warm to eat, and some water please." Jewel was slid across the counter to the bartender who had long since cleaned the glass within his hand. Then on cue, like a dam giving way, things were back to normal. Dance and song, laughter and shouting. The hall went back to a celebration of life and companionship, and the stranger was left back to his vices. Whoever he was, he seemed to mean no harm nor ill will.

In fact, he did not. He was a member of a guild much like this, but his path had not allowed for him to have such a care free mentality. The past years had changed him, carving into him as though he were marble and forcing him to take shape in a way that he could have never seen himself before. He had grown and matured, and perhaps in other ways decayed. Yet he was here, alive and well, and he was waiting for someone whom he had not seen in a very long time.



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#2Alisa 

The God Descends (Social/Private) Empty Sun Feb 10, 2019 9:35 am

Alisa





WORDS: 810 | TAG: @finn | WINTER



Save for the warm, comfy looking white parka, one wouldn't think Alisa had come dressed for such a biting, wintery chill... And yet for the northern sculptress, this amount of protection got the job done easily enough, atop a stylish black blouse and tight jeans, not really caring much for that small patch of bare alabaster skin around her midriff even under the odd, frigid draft brushing against it. How could she not cherish such a beautiful winter afternoon, when it meant she had most of the streets all to herself, as far fewer people dared venture outside than they might in three days' time.

She couldn't help but let her gaze linger on the smokey puffs condensing before her eyes with every breath at times, or simply bring her palm face up and catch the odd Snowflake. The city looked gorgeously pale on these days of winter, making it especially refreshing to simply wander around outside and admire what sights she could. Not to mention, enduring the chill as such helped toughen her up after all, and leave it to a Alisa to never put her training aside... Though she'd never go as far as to name that her motivation for leaving the hotel... No, above all she hoped to clear her head, and wondering if she might not spot anything interesting... And when she neared the Lamia Guild hall, her eyes widened as she was sure she'd seen a ghost. A blonde, sword swinging, adventuring ghost.

"Wait... Isn't that...?", Finn had been the second of her closest guildmates whom she'd lost track of... Was it really him? The last time she'd seen them, Lance had just passed away. He must have embarked on his own quest for vengeance, and reached the same frustrating conclusion as Alisa herself had... Even torturing a member of Grimoire didn't really yield the identity of Lance's killer, so whether anybody might have found him in the end was up for the heavens to decide.

All of that mattered comparatively little in that moment as the hopefully familiar wanderer made his way inside the guild Hall, and Alisa naturally followed suit, wondering who she might find in there...

One could argue just what business did a member of Blue Pegasus had in the Lamia Scale guild hall. Even after all this time looking to Arisa as a sister, she'd never once deigned to even pay her a visit at her own place... That... Wasn't really something she felt pride in, quite the opposite. Perhaps she should use this chance to look around for Arisa, or at least stop by another time if it turned out she missed her today. Alas, she currently had a whole other set of priorities, having come inside in pursuit not of any particular Lamia, but a ghost, heels clacking audibly over the stone floor, echoing through the hallway until the guild slowly but surely came back to life with bustling activity, that kind of rowdy envoiroment one so easily associated with guilds... The very reason why Alisa had only ever considered joining Blue Pegasus and evnetually did so, and wouldn't have it any other way:

"...So I hear Lamia Scale has quite the delectable beer on sale... Pour me a mug, if you will~", ordered the sculptress, placing a couple of coins as she slipped into the seat next to the blonde, scruffy looking warrior. He'd changed a lot, though the closer she reached the more she felt certain, the best friend and guildmate she'd missed for years was here, sitting next to her. Even when the audience shuddered at his presence, Alisa found it oddly warm and familiar. It really was him, wasn't it...? Even though the two had always been inseparable, she didn't really see Jake anywhere no matter how hard she looked around, hadn't seen him even before she went inside. In the end, no lingering uncertainty could every stop her speaking up, that throaty, melodious voice, "Finn..."

She paused, a minute stretch of time that went on for an eternity, with the sculptress all but balled her fists, wishing, hoping she wasn't dreaming about bygone days. That one more of those few she looked up to as her closest friends might have actually, really come back, hopefully for good. Thus she waited for an acknowledgement, any sign that she hadn't made an embarassing mistake as her smile widened, beaming down upon her lost guildmate, now found again:

"I missed you...", she continued at long last, pulling him into a tight embrace, gripping tightly to his back as she sighed. Even as she peeled away, an affectionate look yet lingered on the cool beauty's face. She had so many questions, and yet, more than anything she felt a need to whatever she must to ensure he wouldn't feel the need to up and vanish as such.



Strength is also Beauty



"New year, new day~"
- Alisa Vollan

credit to nat of adoxography.






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#3Tenshi † 

The God Descends (Social/Private) Empty Sun Feb 10, 2019 2:11 pm

Tenshi †
The noise of the guild hall seemed to form a white noise to the young adventurer. Where most people would be energized by the upbeat nature of the establishment, he seemed to simply faze it all out. His expression had still not changed, and while a water was placed before him, he found himself only hoping that the hot meal would be soon to follow. The guild halls were not usually one to pander to random passerby's, but today was an exception. A good guild would always help someone in need, especially when the weather outside was willing to swallow up any who stayed exposed too long.

The chair beside him became occupied, but it went without catching his interest. He made note of it, but otherwise paid it no mind. It was perhaps a telling change to whom his guild knew him to be. The outgoing, happy individual who would willingly spark conversation chose to instead ignore whoever took the seat beside him. It could raise the question of whether or not something had happened, or perhaps it would go unnoticed.

Even her words had not alerted him to who she was. People often spoke of those they held dear, of how the memories could withstand even the test of time. That was, of course, a complete and utter lie. It had been two years with some extra months in between since he had heard from anyone he knew within Fiore. Who could expect him to remember their voices, or the inflection of their words? Time, and the moments that filled it, did well to wash away such nuances.

It wasn't until his name was spoken, soft enough to almost be washed away by their surroundings, that he began to focus in on who may be beside him. His body tensed, visibly so, and his eyes widened. His mouth pulled tight like a drawstring, and his hand had found itself on the hilt of his sword before anyone would have taken notice; Proof of his mastery. His eyes found themselves to the woman who had said such a curse, and he had every intention to cut down her and anyone else with her if need be.

Then, just as quickly, there was recognition. Faint for a moment, without the precision that would have helped fully relax him. She spoke again, but the ringing in his ears practically blocked it out. He heard her, but there was a delay in his processing.

Alisa?

He was pulled inwards to an embrace, her arms around him and clutching onto her back as if afraid to let go. Slowly he let his body relax to her touch. His arm fell away from his weapon, draping over her shoulder, and his other arm came up from the table to wrap around her surprisingly slender body. "Alisa," he whispered, telling himself that it was her and that he could relax.

She finally pulled away, and with a tired smile he locked eyes with her. She hadn't changed a bit, still powerful and beautiful as ever. She had always self ascribed the role of checking in on her guildmates. She must have felt truly surprised to see him, and now that she could get a good look of him, her surprise would likely have mounted further. His eyes looked tired, rings telling that he had little sleep. His body moved slowly, a tightness that seemed more uncomfortable than anything else. He seemed like he felt out of place, and that was a very strange way for him to carry himself.

Rather than give her the time to investigate, he moved the conversation forward. "What are you doing in Orchidia?"



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#4Alisa 

The God Descends (Social/Private) Empty Thu Feb 14, 2019 1:10 am

Alisa





WORDS: 760 | TAG: @finn | WINTER



He was jumpy, sure, far more so than she'd ever seen him... Unluckily for Alisa, after the challenge of earning her trust, very few managed to lose it outright, more so someone she felt as close to as Finn. Thus, even as he reached for his blade, she didn't flinch, trusting the real Finn not to so casually swing a sword at her for no reason, and her own ability to avoid the worst of anybody else's blade. When he relented that seething killing intent, her smile windened, knowing a friend had recognized her at long last.

Welcome home...

Words unsaid, and yet the sculptress' embrace spoke volumes... How she missed him, and the joy she felt at seeing him at last; holding her long lost friend close, basking in his soothing warmth, lest she lose him the moment she peeled away. In the end she sighed and gave him room to breathe, seating upright in her bench once again, smoothing out her clothes and looking over what those years away had done to him. The urge to know and understand was stronger than her, but even a perpetually pondering woman like Alisa could only wonder what he might have gone through. She herself had been to the Abyss, but... Finn more so than her, looked as if he'd been through hell and back. Granted, Alisa hadn't actually been there for long, and even then, she doubted it would have affected him that much either... No, the kind of hell he went through had to have been something else entirely, and from Jake's absense alone, she could deduce a fair bit.

He'd always felt the need to do everything alone. She did too, though they always had different ways to go about it... How much of that was Finn alone or Finn and Jake was beyond her... Whatever weighed him down... He'd likely not let anybody ease that burden anytime soon, not out of the blue. If Alisa ever had any doubts, his swiftness in changing the subject said as much, and she respected him enough not to pry into it:

"Nothing quite so glamorous as you might think~... I was just passing by, but when the Demons attacked, I wound up sticking around.", she replied, returning a sympathetic smile, rubbing behind her neck as she met his gaze, no doubt still wondering what had happened to him. Though more than fretting over the past, she looked to the future, and how they might begin to make up for lost time, "...See if I could figure out how and why before they strike next."

Indeed, she hadn't changed much, to his eyes she'd look very much like the same person with naught but three extra years on her... On her time away though, Alisa came to understand herself a bit better, her introspective outlook finally catching up to the woman she'd become, shedding some of her own self images from her younger days. That moment when she traded away her beloved crystal magic for the Devil Slaying power needed to go inside the Abyss, all for the sake of her beloved pupil. Five years ago, the thought would have never crossed her mind, she wouldn't so much as indulge the thought of even having a pupil.

"If you came here for the demons, they're thankfully gone. I'd like to think for good, but we both know they'll be back...", she continued, grabbing the mug of beer handed to her and taking a good, long chug, sighing softly as she placed it back on the counter, wiping a stray bead of amber off the corner of her mouth, "Eventually..."

Though she had enough self awareness to notice how years ago, he'd have always been the one approaching the aloof, distant Alisa. Perhaps he noticed anything different, but odds were he didn't... As the years passed and Finn grew distant, Alisa, for all her seclusion, had come out of these two years apart ready to protect the home her thoughts had wandered to every day.

Not the guild's mansion, as luxurious as it may be, but the others beside her who made it their home.

To care for them, to be their rock... To be a wall of diamond between and whatever threatened them. In a cruel twist of fate, it took her losing her adamantine abilities for this truth to finally dawn on her. As she looked down into the frothy amber beverage in her hands, she couldn't help but muse on whatever weighed down on Finn, to rob him of restful sleep as such. Looking at him with a soft, caring smile, she tucked a loose raven lock behind her


Strength is also Beauty



"New year, new day~"
- Alisa Vollan

credit to nat of adoxography.






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#5Tenshi † 

The God Descends (Social/Private) Empty Sat Feb 16, 2019 11:34 am

Tenshi †
Alisa had hugged him rather suddenly, pulling his head into the crook of her neck, right near her collar bone. The act had caught him off guard, the stiffness of his muscles as she pulled him forth indicating that he was neither prepared nor expected such a thing. He seemed ready to strike, as if he had to be prepared for such tests for his life. This reaction was temporary, though. Her grasp on him seemed to warm his frozen body, allowing his face to soften and muscles to relax. He leaned into her embrace, his eyes closing, as he accepted the embrace from his old friend.

Home...

It certainly didn't feel that way, and yet here was a taste of what he remembered. Those he was close with, those who truly cared about him in one way or another. Words flashed through his mind, gruff in sound and tired in their tone.

"Your adventure isn't over, Finn. Go home.... Please."

His vision blurred for a moment, eyes closing tightly to force away such things as she released her grip on him. He sat up, clearing his throat in a way that would likely come across as more embarrassment from the hug than hiding his emotions. She spoke, and her response caught him off guard immediately. His eyes widened, lips pursing and spine straightening ever so slightly. Demons had attacked?

His expression, due to leaning over the counter slightly and looking ahead, would likely be hidden from her. Still, if she was paying close attention, his body language would give away the fact that he knew not what she was speaking of.

She continued talking about them, regardless of if she had realized anything or not, and he listened in silence. As she spoke, indicating that she believed they'd be back, Finn interrupted, unaware if she'd planned to continue.

"Alisa, I don't know what you're talking about." His words were quiet, but seemed to carry much more weight than what was purveyed. He had his run ins with demons long ago. Humans who had accepted the tainted magic of Demons who had long since become evil. He had experienced an entire nation, wiped out by that parasitic evil. He had nearly lost his own life, and at the time he had nearly lost his brother as well. This had been years ago, immediately after Lance had died.

He had been certain that he'd eliminated every last being that had been involved in that incident. He had been positive that Fiore was far too powerful a country for demons of that caliber to cause any sort of damage or chaos.

So then how? How was Orchidia apparently attacked?

His eyes turned to Alisa, and in them was a fire that seemed more fueled by rage than by passion. color=#3366ff]"Alisa, you did well coming here to stop them. Demons are more malignant than anyone could imagine."[/color] His mind was playing scenes of the innocent, dying in front of him. Their fates were out of his hand. For him, especially at the time in which he strove to be a true hero, it was a sick and unusual hell.

A deep sigh escaped his lips, one that carried much of his emotion. His hand came up, running through his hair, and his eyes closed. He tried to relax, to let the tension ease from his body. After a few moments, his voice would come across to her quietly, but loud enough for her to hear.

"I'm sorry, Alisa. The past couple of year have been... Well, they've been hell." He opened his eyes and looked at her. For a moment, he wondered if he looked different in her eyes. His features still resembled themselves, of course, but he had aged through some of the most important years for a man. His arms had become stronger, shoulders broader, face more defined and prickly with hair. Did he even look like Finn anymore?

"It's good to see you... I missed you."



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#6Alisa 

The God Descends (Social/Private) Empty Thu Feb 21, 2019 1:26 am

Alisa





WORDS: 720 | TAG: @finn | WINTER



Even when Finn mentioned having no knowledge of these events, the lack of surprise on Alisa's face suggested she already suspected this. Indeed however you looked at him, Finn seemed very much like somebody who'd only just arrived. Alisa kept talking though, giving him a chance to get up to date on the latest events, though she couldn't help but feel a measure of relief at the notion that he hadn't been around for this mess. Clearly Finn had seen enough hell to last a lifetime...

"I could tell...", Alisa sighed, grabbing the mug of beer as it was placed in front of her and drinking a good, long gulp, one arm crossed over the counter as she too looked off into the distance, or, well, tried to, and would up gazing absently at the myriad bottles out on display, "Really, you didn't miss much..."

Hardened it may have, that look in his eyes hadn't changed no matter how much his body did. That said, his rugged, hardened look spoke volumes, enough so Alisa had to refrain herself from probing him on whatever might have happened before he'd come to Orchidia, instead giving him the run down, letting him get caught up before moving on:

"The demons raided Orchidia. Several rifts to the abyss opened everywhere, spewing demons across the whole time, like rats running through an open sewage drain.", explained the sculptress, barely hiding the noticeable twitch of her eyebrow as she thought back to the carnage. At the end of the day, she and all the other warriors stopped the massacre with another massacre, and the one time crystal mage nodded, looking back to Finn, "Merely letting them in already counts as a colossal failure."

Getting caught in a shitstorm like this... Not something she'd wish on anybody, not someone she'd call a friend. Sighing and putting the mug down, she returned that cool faint smile to him, knowing he must have had quite the heap of troubles to deal with on his own, without anybody else's to add on top of them:

"I can imagine it better than I'd like. I've seen their Abyss, and what they do there...", replied the sculptress, looking all too collected for someone who'd peered into the bowels of hell. Something else infuriated her quite a lot more, judging from how those last words had her clicking her tongue, "Nobody who had seen it themselves would ever doubt your words."

A very palpable annoyance oozed from the tall woman's demeanor, hinting at the gang of cultists she'd recently taken down, humans like him and her, who seemingly thrived on the mayhem and bloodshed. Indeed the demons couldn't have invaded without any help from this side, that much was obvious. If they could, then surely they wouldn't have waited ages for the opportunity? In the end, they caught everybody off guard:

"I... Just happened to be here...", she confessed, rubbing behind her neck with an awkward, almost apologetic hint of guilt, glancing off as she remembered that scene of bloodshed. She hadn't seen the attack coming, nobody did. Orchidia just happened to be the closest town when she descended. Balling her fists, she shuddered at the thought of what might have happened had she and Esperia not been around.

She'd seen her fair share of blood and guts, though one could not simply hear of such wanton slaughter of civilians without feeling rage growing between one's teeth. But no matter how many demons they butchered, they couldn't bring back the lives lost. That was her failure, her cross to bear... So Alisa did the only thing she yet could, take that fiasco and use it as fuel to better herself. Looking at Finn and smiling, the mere sight of her returned friend helped all the fury and frustration seep away

"I missed you too Finn... Guess we have a lot of lost time to make up for, hmm~...?", she asked, winking playfully at him with a soft smile, wondering if she shouldn't persuade him to join her for dinner or something. Nothing wrong with an impromptu meeting at a guild hall, but as soon as that thought crossed her mind, she couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, bringing that golden ambrosia up to her lips once more, "...Though I have to wonder, whatever might have brought you to the Lamia guild Hall?"


Strength is also Beauty



"New year, new day~"
- Alisa Vollan

credit to nat of adoxography.






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Fortune Wheel | Victory Road | Dice Game


"Would you like a glimpse of real beauty, Guest?"


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Main theme ~ Serious Fight!
#7Tenshi † 

The God Descends (Social/Private) Empty Wed Mar 06, 2019 3:45 pm

Tenshi †
His eyes grew in surprise, head turning towards her and body following suit. She had definitely said that demons had made their way to Orchidia. He could practically feel his blade quiver with anticipation, and his mind replayed conversations between himself and his older brother. Of their parents struggle, and of their own duties as members of the Mertens family. Alisa continued forward, allowing Finn time to wallow within his own mind. There was so much to take in from only his first meeting, he couldn't be expected to deal with this all so calmly.

Yet he understood that it was what had become expected of him. He was the one to take in all information and confidently bellow out the next plan, or at least his own anticipation of the action to come. He had known his guildmate for many years before this and nothing had changed. Why would it suddenly be so different now?

She seemed to wrap up what she had to say with a question. It made sense, of course, that she'd be curious as to what brought him to another guild hall. For many others, it would be a sign of weakness in their own guild. Perhaps he had been planning on leaving Blue Pegasus behind completely? He doubted that she was thinking in such a way, but could he really have blamed her if she was?

To answer, he gave a begrudging smile and turned his body back to the hot meal in front of him. He nodded his head towards it, and a shallow laugh escaped. "I am poor, Alisa. I needed somewhere that I could eat and sleep without dying to the elements." His answer would have made her laugh in any other occasion were it not for the tone of his voice. He was being serious. He had not a penny to his name at the moment, all his funds untouchable within the banks of Fiore during this storm. All his money had been spent on travel, and the paths between countries were active enough to keep any sort of prey off the main trail for miles. Any sort of food he'd normally have been able to hunt for was long gone.

"If it was truly the movement of Demons that hit Orchidia, then it was no ones failure. There are creatures that exist that go far beyond what anyone can imagine. I've only heard about them in stories from my father, but they were never stories told to put children to sleep. They were of adventures and journeys that he had lived through. He was a man braver than I, and even he ran from them for his life. Alisa, if they are truly moving against Fiore, well..."

He didn't bother continuing that sentence. He brought a bite of the quickly cooling food to his mouth and practically inhaled it. A deep sigh escaped once his mouth became free, and he looked to his friend again.

"Something seems different about you. You feel more confident, happier, more sure of yourself. It's reassuring, and it suits you. Please, Alisa, don't allow whatever happens from here on out take that away from you." It was plea, and his eyes begged with more desperation than his words or tone conveyed.



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#8Alisa 

The God Descends (Social/Private) Empty Thu Mar 14, 2019 4:57 pm

Alisa





WORDS: 650 | TAG: @finn | WINTER



She had a pretty good idea of the thoughts crossing his mind the moment her words reached him, understanding Finn wasn't the kind of guy to take kindly to demons going around butchering anything in sight. Then again, who would...? Most certainly no friend of Alisa's.

"All the more reason why you should join me for a meal very soon~", smiled the sculptress, gracefully brushing that long, lustruous dark hair behind her ear before taking another good, long chug of her beverage, "Surely we have plenty to catch up on."

And surely friends could cover for each other's meals every once in a while, knowing they'd take care of each other when either happened to find himself struggling as such. She'd leave it up to him to decide whether to take her up on her offer, though she sincerely hoped he would, more so than finances which she'd gladly help him with, they hadn't had any time together in what felt like ages... If anything, the constant threat of war on all these fronts did have a way of making one value every second spent with loved ones.

Internal strife... Foreign affairs... Supernatural invasions... Few could tackle so many country spanning issues without spreading themselves too thin, and Alisa was no exception. Divide and conquer... Among these three foes, she'd picked the one she felt beckoned to her harder than any other.

"They're not immortal Finn... People rightly fear what they don't know, what they can't understand, and few ever have any interesting in venturing close enough to demons...", she shook her head, disagreeing with any notions of treating demons differently than any other enemy. They did have an absolute element of surprise, with rifts opening at their beck and call, anywhere in the country as it may seem, "But now more than ever, we all need to learn as much as we can about them; as impressive an enemy as they may prove, we haven't the luxury of getting caught off guard."

She'd sacrificed the magic she knew and loved to save Esperia from the Demons, for the power to survive in the Abyss long enough to achieve this. Even if she understood when he said he wasn't exactly her fault, when he said it was nobody's fault, to her, everybody had a slice of the burden to bear, their share of the burden for not being alert, for not doing everything they could to minimized the mayhem. Perhaps it was wishful thinking, and deep down she realized how "nobody's fault" or "everyone's fault" meant pretty much the same. She sighed... Demons or no demons, this newfound focus, this ambition to preserve her home to return to... Was indeed something Alisa lacked a few years back, something she realized after holing herself up a frigid mountain. The way Finn so easily took notice though... Turning his way and crossing her legs, she cupped her cheek as her elbow came to rest on the counter:

"Hmm... You may be on to something there", replied the sculptress, brow raising betraying her surprise as she knew very well what had changed in these past few years, sighing as she glanced off into the distance, or rather, the myriad bottles on display, "I guess sitting up in the mountains by yourself for a couple of years as a way of putting things in perspective... Don't worry, it's not something I'll give up easily~"

She scratched behind her neck and winked at him playfully, before glancing at the Lamias going about their rowdy, homey business, thinking to herself how the cool, stylishly laid back environment in Blue Pegasus was far more better. Lamias had better beer though, she had to give credit where it was due, not that she could do anything else everytime she sampled that amber goodness:

"Whenever you feel like coming back to Hargeon... You'll have a home there waiting for you. I'll make sure of that."



Strength is also Beauty



"New year, new day~"
- Alisa Vollan

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#9Tenshi † 

The God Descends (Social/Private) Empty Thu Mar 14, 2019 7:00 pm

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Blue Pegasus had been known as being the most beautiful guild in Fiore. It was something that the members took very little notice or care of, but for others it was not a fact so easily overlooked. Every member, from Snowflake to Finn, had a striking physical appearance that managed to both allure and captivate those who looked upon them. It was a fact that became more true to him over the years as he had been approached time and time again. He had noticed his guildmates go through similar attempts of courtship and appeal. Yet, for all the attention they grabbed for such shallow reasons, it was without question that Alisa perhaps stood above all others as the most attractive female member of Blue Pegasus.

It had been a fact that had been all but lost to Finn over the years. He had gotten to know her well from a relatively young age, and the naivety that came from his introduction to society brought a certain closeness between the two. A boy with an obvious lack of ulterior motive had been captivating in its own right. How could one not grow close to such a deceptively innocent young man? Even once the truth came out of his blood lust in battle, the fact that he was a true friend would not be lost to those who shared his guild.

The same was true with her. Alisa held no desire to seduce the young warrior. She had never tried to use anything other than reasoning to sway his opinion. It was perhaps a sign of respect, or maybe that was just how she was. Tonight, however, was different.

He didn't know if it had been their time apart, or the fact that she had grown as a warrior and in confidence, but for the first time part of him wavered. He saw the position of her head as it tilted on her hand. He noticed her hair like silk, flowing from her shoulders and onto the table below. He noticed her playful wink and amused smirk; And he noticed his face flush ever so mildly and his eyes divert from her.

Which meant she noticed.

Rather than linger and allow the topic to be addressed, if she even would, he instead proceeded forward with their conversation. His voice was without waver, and he seemed confident in his words.

"You know that I fight with Blue Pegasus. My reluctance to go home hasn't shaken my loyalty." He had taken a few more bites of food while she talked, and in the pause that had followed between responses. He glanced over at her again, but he did not redirect after. Rather, his eyes searched hers out and stayed on her gaze.

"Please let me know of how things progress. Whatever you find, and wherever you need to go. I'll not let you fight this battle alone, Alisa. The other guilds, they mean well, but..." His voice trailed, and a mildly amused sigh escaped his lips. "Well, we Pegasi are the strongest in the land. What sort of friend would I be if I allowed you to fight with strangers?"



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#10Alisa 

The God Descends (Social/Private) Empty Sun Mar 17, 2019 1:09 pm

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Finn always had his cute side, no doubt the kind of innocence that came with not having met too many women of his own kind. If anything, his bloodlust and skills as a warrior only made this facet far more striking. Alisa naturally noticed the red in his cheeks and chuckled gracefully, if anything feeling naught but delight that whatever hell he'd gone through hadn't completely ruined that side of him. They'd both changed in different ways, and yet their bond remained as firm as when they'd last met.

As reliable an ally as he may be, he was a far more valuable friend than even that.

Earnest and upfront, hardly shy about it when he disagreed, but always supportive no matter what. Perhaps that may be why Alisa not for a second imagined he'd have come to the Lamia Guild hall to change affiliations, for she always imagined he'd have quickly said so himself if he'd already set his mind to it, and at which point little Alisa could say would ever steer him away from that path. Indeed, she never doubted his loyalty for a second, and promptly shook her head:

"I know that all too well, but... Seeing you back home again truly warms my heart~...", she replied, resting a hand on his shoulder as her smile widened, though the couldn't help glance away as she remembered she herself hadn't been home in a while; part of the reason for her newfound value of that place all the wanderers like Finn and her could return one day, "You know, I say that but...", she scritched her cheek, a playfully apologetic smile on her face as she once more yearned for the home she hadn't visited in far too long, "I haven't been in Hargeon in years, no less than you I'd wager."

Yet the moment their eyes met, she understood the serious tone to his words, and no doubt wondered if he may not have had his doubts. But in the end, he'd chosen to walk the same path alongside her and the others, and to Alisa, that's all that really mattered. Holding his gaze, she nodded:

"You'll be hearing from me more often, you can rest assured.", replied the artist, she too bearing her own regrets not to have made a greater effort to reach out to him on these past few years. That afternoon when they met to discuss Lance's passing, and what they'd do after it... After that, all four of them set off on their own path, with Finn and Alisa following their own paths for vengeance, while Snow and Chel did what they could to fill in the void left by their former master, "I'd rather not see another invasion like the one a few days ago, as hopeful as that might be... With you here fighting with us though, I know the demons won't get so lucky again."

She missed this... They did bear the mark of the strongest guild in the land, and yet, far too long had passed since they spoke about about, as playfully as it may sound Finn's words were anything but boisterous. They were the truth they fought for the, one they still strove for as they trained and sharpened their minds and bodies every single day.

"No offense to the strangers, but how could I ever trust any of them as much as you~?", she chuckled heartily, delighted to enjoy this lighthearted moment with her long lost friend, caring very little for the bartender's scowl at their words, "Seems like the people of Fiore could use a clear reminder who the strongest really are."

She took another good, long chug of her beer, as her thoughs drifted to what the future might hold in store for the two of them:

"Have you thought on where you'll go from here...?", she'd get a negative response, most likely, though clearly had enough doubts on the matter to ask the question. She herself would have had no answer, keeping her options open the moment she realized the demons could strike anytime, anywhere, "This time, nore more than ever... We should keep in touch."



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#11Tenshi † 

The God Descends (Social/Private) Empty Wed Apr 17, 2019 2:53 pm

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Their reunion had been short lived thus far, but it was enough to bring the adventurer more warmth than the radiant halls of Lamia Scale. It brought him more peace than the piping hot soup, and left him a sense of fulfillment. He felt as though he were wading in the shallows. He felt the strong current, an undertow that threatened to pull him into the ocean if he dropped his guard for a second. What he feared wasn't drowning, or losing control to the overwhelming forces being exerted on his body. What he feared was allowing the ocean to enter his body; To consume him from within.

His fear of the ocean had always existed, and it wasn't something he necessarily hid. This was different though. It felt symbolic, as though there truly was a nagging force on his body and spirit with more patience than he could muster to fight it. A small claw, slowly scraping away at his mind as though attempting to rid himself of any semblance of who he once was. To this effect, it were as though Alisa were standing on the shore, urging him to come in. He looked at her, and for a moment there was a glimpse of the old fire within his eyes before it was gone again. Extinguished by the water that still surrounded him waist deep.

She assured him that they'd not be falling out of touch like that again, and it warmed him ever so slightly. A smile found its way to his face, weak still but not so much that it appeared at risk of disappearing. "Good, that's... Good." He trailed off, as though he wished to say something else but had decided against it. She had enough going on, and it was likely that she'd become essential to the guild now more than ever. What she needed was Finn, not this hallowed husk that could offer no support and needed assistance with what; His emotions?

She spoke, responding to his almost braggart words, and a scowl came from more than just the bartender. People nearby, who heard their discussion, looked over and practically scoffed. Alisa was likely still as famous as ever. Who, though, would recognize Finn? Hood over his head, hair to disproportionate lengths, lips chapped and stubble thick was not the appearance people knew of him. And even those who had once known of the Blue Pegasus swordsman would likely have thought any sort of feats of strength he'd demonstrated to be false.

A split second was all it took for the atmosphere in the room to change. For but a moment, a forced silence fell upon the room. A bloodlust fell over the crowd, centered around a single man, that felt practically akin to those more powerful demons who had only recently laid siege to the town. Sharp eyes peaked out from beneath their hood, glaring back at a group who seemed unable to move or speak in opposition. This man possessed no magic, but which of them would know that? The forceful nature of the mana spilling out from him, and the sheer killing intent that it imbued within their souls, was enough to silence the whole guild hall.

Finn dropped his spoon within the soup again, glancing at Alisa but not attempting to read her response to his little show of force. It was excessive, and completely unlike a member of Blue Pegasus. Part of him seemed so self assured by it though that it was unlikely anyone would question why he did it, her being the only potential exception. "I think I'll stay in Orchidia for a while. Get my bearings. And then... I don't know. But I'll make sure to keep in contact."



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The God Descends (Social/Private) Empty Fri Apr 26, 2019 4:31 pm

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Of course, nobody likes hearing one's rivals so brazenly stating their strength in the comfort of their own home, but to these two were hardly boasting or anything of the sort. For Alisa, they spoke the truth only the truth and nothing but the truth. She knew of no guild with power and influence exceeding their own, but knew not to let that confidence cloud her judgement. Instead, she kept her feet on the ground and eyes on the horizon, knowing challengers would sprout like mushrooms after a rainy day the moment Blue Pegasus even thought of letting up. Complacency was the great nemesis of power:

"Hmmmm...?", she could indeed spot the fierce glares getting shot at them left and right, but scarcely paid them any mind beyond holding one Lamia's gaze, undeterred. Not even a frown drew on her face, not the slightest hint of tension, hell, she barely even acknowledged any threats... She'd much rather focus on the friend she hadn't seen in what felt like ages, watching him eat as they talked.

Whereas Alisa would simply keep watch and merely respond to an enemy's advances, Finn took the proactive approach, intimidating potential foes before any could even humour the notions of challenging them. Fellow wanderers they may be, to an onlooker their stances would appear as starkly different as the earth and the heavens, the immovable object and the unstoppable force. Her brow rose at his display, certainly surprised by the preemptive, if not excessive show of force, but it wasn't so startling that she couldn't speak up:

"Ufufu~... I see you haven't lost your touch~", noted Alisa, looking back at him and smiling almost teasingly, all but chuckling at how easily he deterred the rowdier Lamias before any could even hope to put the Pegasus' strength to the test with a good old fashioned bar brawl. They'd hardly come here looking for a fight of all things, well, Alisa wouldn't even if she doubted Finn would either... At the same time, she wasn't the type to shiver from unpleasant glares and that wouldn't change anytime soon. She'd much rather focus on chugging down what little remained of her mug of Ale, arm resting lazily over the counter as she added, "Well, not that I expected you would either way."

She didn't really know whether or not they'd properly recognize him after for so long, but doubted it either way. Alisa herself had never been one to stand in the spotlight but, she hardly shied away from it either? Finn, on the other hand, all but seemed to go out of his way to avoid it. Not that he needed it much, quite the opposite, she always had him pegged for the type who could make full use of an enemy's lack of knowledge:

"Plenty of time~ Not that we should squander it, by any means.", he wouldn't need much to read her reaction in the end, for Alisa still had that cool, nonchalant faint smile on her face; as evidenced by her earlier words, she didn't seem to think any more or less of him. Finn thrived in battle, and for good reason, he was better at it than most could ever dream. She'd known that for a long time now, as had many others in the guild, none of whom had shunned him for it, not to her knowledge at least. He had always been a reliable ally, and for Alisa that's all she cared about in the end. She was selfish like that, but ultimately loyal to her friends, "You're more than welcome to join me for dinner; tonight, or whenever else you feel up for it really."

In the end, whatever reason he may have had to readily intimidate the hopeful brawlers - and she could think of a couple few - were his and his alone. Such was the extent of the trust she had in him; if she ever though he'd lose his way, she'd most certainly reach out.



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#13Tenshi † 

The God Descends (Social/Private) Empty Mon May 13, 2019 4:43 pm

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His movements froze. It was funny to him how things like that worked. Normally, when you read about things such as that or recalled them from your own past, you'd feel as though time itself stopped to allow you time to process. Instead, it was a forced seclusion of self. A willful disconnect from the world around oneself, just enough time to take in what was going on through their own mind. Time to see, but not time to process.

As time continued to trickle on around him, he stared at Alisa in disbelief. He had something he needed to do. Something important, that would allow him to change. A metamorphosis that he had been putting off, perhaps for much too long. He wished to spend another day with Alisa before it. A week, perhaps, for them to catch up as things were. Allow them to wallow in the past just a bit longer.

That was impossible though. This was a chance meeting, one that he had neither expected nor asked for. Still, it was enjoyable to say the least. It was a hint as to what could have happened had he never traveled at all. Had he stayed here, with his family and with Jake, thing could have likely been different. Blue Pegasus could have perhaps helped prevent some the things that were about to come to fruition.

Now, though, it was too late.

As time resumed its full pace, Finn looked into Alisa's eyes and smiled. "Yeah, I'll do that sometime. Good bye, Alisa." And with that, he made his exit from Lamia Scale.

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