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 Posted: Wed Jun 12, 2013 11:11 pm
When Rosalie reached out to poke her, Svartalfheim's body reacted defensively by grabbing her wrist with a good amount of force for a small body. If she felt Rosalie was a threat to her like a criminal on a patrol was she might have continued the maneuver but instead she let the wrist go and sigh. Vivid purple eyes stared at Rosalie, not with not any kind of rage but an intense worry.
"Fighting and defending yourself are different! You aren't acting like you want to defend yourself from these demons but instead that you want to hunt them down and start a fight! Your gun will only get you so far! It has little place in a battle against demons and sooner or later you'll be a casualty of a war you had nothing to do with!"
"This life, this title, it binds me to this fight. Even now in the distance I can feel them and in doing so I know that this is my fight... But you, you don't have to be in it. You should protect yourself if it gets to your doorstep but don't bring it home with you..." she said heartily, her back pressing against the wall as she reminded herself that the nearest energy signal was far away.
She'd protect the city for you Rosalie. She intended to. She'd just feel so much more relieved if you stuck to hunting bounties.
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2013 9:12 pm
All of Svarta's impassioned argument, meant to change Rosalie's mind, had exactly the opposite effect. Her expression went furious, bright spots of color on her cheeks as she pursued, stepping in after the page with her chin up and her teeth clenched. One step, two, put her almost dangerously close. It also put her out of line-of-sight of the nearest houses, obscured by wall, by trees. It meant no one would witness when she invoked her own powers. Immediately, she shot up a good four inches, higher boots that gave her the added heights -- but likely, that wouldn't be what Svarta focused on. It'd be the 'pluto' symbol on her sleeves, on her buckles, on her belt. It'd be the new page power signature than Lyngvi left in her wake. "How do you know whose job it is, and who's qualified?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 17, 2013 12:11 pm
If there was a list of events in Svartalfheim's head that she never wanted to see, at this current moment, Rosalie transforming into Lyngvi was close to the top, right behind youma tearing out her starseed and killing Nicole after this dreadful conversation. It wasn't suppose to be like this. Rosalie shouldn't have to bear such a sacrifice.
She sighed, and the first response she had was one whisper under her breath, "Rosalie..."
After that, a moment of silence was followed by Svartalfheim's eyes looking over the uniform and power signature looming over her even more than ever in height with a strong hint of regret. She crossed her arms against her chest as her hands hugged against her sides as her head tilted up to look at where Rosalie used to stand.
"I didn't want it to be like this," she said before her face shifted to something serious as she turned a 360 back to the previous conversation, ignoring what seemed to be an obvious question now.
"Magic is the best option as the youma seem to be quite susceptible to it. However, blunt force will work just as well if that's the only option."
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Posted: Tue Jun 18, 2013 10:24 am
For her part, at least, Rosalie didn't look like a sacrifice. Instead, she looked like a warrior, with a blaze in her eye that matched the feeling that she could do something, and wasn't stuck screaming and hiding. That she had a defense to 'this isn't your fight' other than 'why the hell wouldn't it be my fight, this is my home'. Determination that stemmed from duty.
The job suited her, and she didn't have any of those rumbling doubts that so many new pages fell prone to. Of course she'd been chosen. Why wouldn't she be?
"How do I do magic?" Direct, to the point; she tipped her chin up and didn't slide back into civvies.
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Posted: Mon Jun 24, 2013 11:43 am
How do I do magic?
Svartalfheim's eyes closed for a moment before a look into a serious thought for a moment as she recalled the things she'd seen. She couldn't use magic from her understanding, which was unfortunate because it was definitely the number one way to destroy youma. However, she'd seen others use it. She didn't know much about squire and knight magic but she knew that with training pages eventually got it. Senshi didn't seem to have a lack of magic though, which was unfair. All the senshi she met were practically babies!
"Training. As far as I know, pages can't use magic," she replied firmly as if she was instructing a student. It was far from the case since both of them were both pages but she had knowledge to share and that was basically what a teacher did.
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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 1:47 pm
There was a beat, Lyngvi's eyes still bright with fury, her jaw clenched and her chin up -- grateful, in this moment, for the heels that made her taller. She couldn't help but think that height was strength, something long-ingrained in Americans from a young age. And artificial would have to do.
"You're not much good, then, are you? Well. At least I know what to do now." Simply as that she switched it off again: back down to Rosalie in her running outfit, taking two steps away to head back toward home. "Magic is the best, but I assume that means other things will work. And I know how to defend myself."
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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 6:31 pm
Svartalfheim's heart beat strong in her chest as she watched Rosalie's form come back, Lyngvi''s last words haunting her. The anger she faced was not unbeknownst to her but she still couldn't help but find herself upset with the tone given to her. She had done nothing but help her and this is how she repaid her? It was like she was trying to deal with a child! A very stubborn one.
She shouldn't have been surprised, her and Rosalie always conflicted in that way. Nicole wanted it one way but Rosalie wanted it another. Somehow they kept things civil but she felt everything would easily break if she were to reveal herself to Rosalie now. This was enough. This was definitely not the time. This would be something she'd have to ease into now, find the right time. It was definitely not something to jump into.
"Be careful," she said as she turned the other way to leave. She never thought Rosalie wasn't careful but now she just felt she would worry over something she probably didn't need to. Rosalie was a big girl, and she knew how to take care of herself but Svartalfheim still wanted to look out for her. Perhaps a little too much, and perhaps that was the cause of the friction here today. Things might go better after some time passed but the only thing that was going to be solved right now would be the pile of papers she had waiting for her at home.
One thing at a time. One thing at a time.
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