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 Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2017 11:33 pm
A funeral home in Lusia, the capital of Carmillion, owned by Cheyenne Trinity and shared with Alistair Trinity. Though this is a place of work, it doubles as their home: the funeral home being an addition to the original house. It's a large building on the outskirts of the city so that the Trinities may live and conduct their work in peace.
Currently, there are three guests staying with Cheyenne and Alistair: Blake, Rowan, and Natalia. Given that there are only three bedrooms in total, this poses a problem. Obviously, Cheyenne and Alistair will remain in the own room while Blake and Natalia are sharing the previous's room from childhood. Rowan gets to stay by himself in the guest room. How luck of him.
Captain's tired and will put significantly more work into this place swoon.
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2017 11:45 pm
~Rowan~ "There used to be a point to everything, but since that day I can't seem to find myself caring about anything anymore. It's not because I don't want to, but because it's best if I don't." ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ 
Rowan had pretty much locked himself in his room at this point, refusing to leave most days and only showing his face when it was required. Every since the incidents involving Gram had gotten worse, he young man had secluded himself from everyone else and refused to elaborate upon the subject. This, naturally, left his Mage in the dark in regards to his current situation. Thankfully, Rowan had managed to keep sane during this time, focusing all of his attention on keeping Gram at bay so as to prevent it from running amuck. The fact that he managed to secure a room all to himself only proved how his luck had improved since coming back to Carmillion. Unfortunately, that luck was overshadowed by the looming presence that was Gram, an item that was literally trying to take control of his life at this point. The iron will that Rowan possessed, however, was preventing it from gaining any headway in regards to these attempts at controlling him. Perhaps it was exhilarating for the object to attempt to wrench control from him, as it often tried its hardest to force him into a mindless state, just as he was in during his battles on the Sky Platform.
During his time locked away in his room, he had seen many people delivering mail to the house, and he had also seen many suitor's come by of their own accord. As he had suspected, Blake's popularity brought about desire in people, and they wanted to gain her hand in marriage. Letters upon letters had been sent to the poor woman in an attempt to court her, all while Rowan refused to leave his room or speak to her. Whatever it may have appeared to be on the outside, it was probably nothing like what she was thinking it was. Rowan simply wanted to keep the woman from finding out about his struggles, and keeping himself locked in the room was the best way to go about it. The only person that saw him was Alistair, whom he had requested to bring him meals so that he would not have to struggle with Gram. After all, Natalia's mere presence usually set off the item's instability and forced him to fight with it mentally. He had learned that the hard way the first few times she had entered the room to give him food. Now, however, he had completely removed her from the equation, having her take care of Blake until he could properly control Gram again.
Just... what am I doing here? I've been cooped up in here so long... I think I'm losing my mind. Everything's just so... ugh... Rowan thought to himself, laying on his bed with his arms spread out, staring at the roof. Such a lazy look he had about him, yet he was struggling all the same to keep the demon arm from controlling him anymore. It wasn't even that bad... just listening to it and going with its whims. Now that I'm actively fighting it, however... it's a bit too much to deal with at times. I'm surprised... that I can even keep sane after this long. Rowan thought to himself as he continued to watch the ceiling from his bed. It had almost been a week, and he had not talked to Blake ever since Cheyenne had finished yelling at her. The last words he spoke to her were, "I'm going to my room... Don't disturb me..." And then it had been five days of him refusing almost everyone entry into his room. Just what was going on through her mind right now... and was she really alright? Maybe she was seriously considering the marriage proposals of those nobles that kept coming by... and Rowan was just letting everything slip away.
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2017 10:11 am
≎ 𝕭lake 𝕿rinity ≎
Ⓜⓐⓖⓔ  It felt like ages since Blake actually had a conversation with Rowan. Looking back, it really didn't help that most of the ones on their way home were slightly awkward. She'd been ecstatic to finally be released from her mother's scolding and was able to talk to him; except, that didn't happen. As soon as she'd gotten a "hey" out, he was off to his room...then barely came back out...for five days. Between that and how things were the days following their victory over Natalia, it felt like an eternity. The first three days he locked himself away, the girl did her best to give him his privacy. Perhaps the toll of what they'd just been through was greater on him than she'd imagined. Whenever she tried to get a hold of him from within the guest room, the half elf found herself simply conversing with a door. The fact that these days trudged on didn't help, either. Looking for a new place was difficult enough without a second opinion, especially from one of the people who'd be living there... Her parents helped out with numbers and making sure she wouldn't get screwed once she did find a place she liked, but that was all frustrating in its own right. Natalia, for some reason, found some sort of entertainment from sexually harassing the young fae, and her lust seemed only to be sated when begging turned into deal-making. Even that morning, the dragon woman had been clinging to the girl until she agreed to let her pick her outfit; it wasn't bad. What didn't help was that difference between choosing and dressing had to be established. Then there were the guys... Blake suddenly gets money and unnecessary recognition and then everyone wants to talk to her. Letters were easy enough to ignore, but it was harder when people came to the house. A stammering "I'm really sorry, but-" now turned into opening the door with a blunt "no thank you." Some of them came back anyway... They'd at least be considered if her Knight just told her if he was actually disinterested! Thinking about it, Blake pegged that statement as a probable lie. All of this on top of the pit developing in her chest whenever she tried to come up with a reason as to why Rowan was acting this way, it was beginning to weigh on her. Geez! Even dad sees my Knight more than I do! Of course, when Blake confronted him and asked what the problem was, all the man did was shrug. Sometimes, she'd even receive an ultra-vague one-worded answer which ended up causing her more strife on the subject than nothing.
As the half elf passed his closed door now, she only glanced at it. He was definitely in there. Even through doors and walls, Blake could sense his aura and presence with the spell Cheyenne was once again harping on the young Mage about. It'd be a waste of utility not to cast it immediately after waking. At this point, it only served as a method to taunt the poor girl. Look! There he is! Can't see hear or talk to him, though... Ugh, Rowan. You can't actually want to stay in that room all the time. What happened to doing what you wanted? I know it's not this... W-was it that bad? "If you really feel the same way, that's totally fine, but actively avoiding me isn't the way to do it. Just tell me," she whispered to herself, moving to the den from the hallway. I'll try to... live for you... a better way. His words from back then ricocheted in her mind like bullets, bringing heat to her face and an ache to her chest. Nngh, this is worse! You can't say something like that and then lock yourself away! If the issue is me...then fine, but you're not running from this! With that though, the blonde spun on her heel, her long hair following as she headed back toward Rowan's room. Luckily, bare feet kept steps quiet.
Despite being determined to see the Knight considering his obvious unwillingness, Blake was uneasy. She could use the cleansing technique to become ethereal but had only fully left her own body once. It was...a jarring experience. A light sigh left the girl as she watched her ghost-like fingers pass through the doorknob while her physical arm lay limp at her side. He's gunna be mad... That's...okay. Rowan can't tell me that holing himself up like this isn't making him miserable. I've gotta find out what's wrong... The mage sat up against the wall between the room and the hall, pulled her knees to her chest, and closed her eyes. A light glow enveloped her body, this taking significantly more mana and concentration than the spell normally would. Hoping for the best, Blake made the attempt to lean back out of her body.
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2017 10:18 am
NATALIA
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"Let me show you the supreme art that is war."
NPC→ Dragon Kin→ "...Maid"  Everyone was making everyone else miserable, and it was starting to grate on Natalia's nerves. Ever since they'd gotten back, Rowan seemed to be having trouble with that ungodly Armament. She shivered. The dragon kin being around him just made it absolutely worse. Just coming into the same room set that thing off. Wanting to keep his state from Blake, the Knight locked himself into the guest room of the Trinity's home while she tried to cope with how things were changing for the two of them when it came to social status. Was it really worth driving a wedge between the Mage and Knight, worth locking himself away with only that old man for visits? If he just killed Natalia like it wanted, then they could go back to...whatever it was they did... Quite a few hotties had been by the house, some even scored higher than her superior did when it came to looks. If I had to deal with that amount of angst without explanation, I definitely would've gone on a date with one of those boys! This girl's either devoted or a moron. Blake had even asked Natalia what was going on, surprising the dragon woman to say the least. The girl seemed to have almost as much scorn for her as Rowan! "I'm not sure at all!" she'd lied. "I'm not allowed in there either, dear! Don't take it to heart! He's just a grump~" As much as she liked pushing buttons, seeing that blonde in distress was like listening to a sad song with a deceptively happy tune. She wasn't going to have any part to that.
Speaking of the dragon kin's hobby, however, Blake was not free of pestering. In fact, Natalia enjoyed messing with her the most. Since she was a total grade-schooler when it came to relationships or anything along those lines, Natalia was the first to tease her for some reason or another. It usually just stuck to commentary about her body and how she was wasting it so willingly. Despite being an absolute weakling, the half elf was definitely a cutie, though nothing compared to her mother. At first, it was to get the kid's mind off of her flaky Knight, but it ended up being far more fun than expected! Thinking about how easy it was to pick on the prude, Natalia grinned. It was unfortunate that the dragon kin's victory felt wasted this morning. The girl had a couple interesting outfits, but most of it would either qualify as comfortable or professional. When Nat had finally found something revealing, it ended up being one of the girl's regular outfits! How infuriating... Speak of the devil~
The girl was sitting in the hallway leaned up against Rowan's bedroom wall. At first, it just looked like she was pouting or taking a nap. How interesting since they hadn't gotten up too long ago. A faint glow coming off of her skin made Natalia narrow her eyes into a glare. What sort of magic was she using? The Knight would never forgive his maid if she did not respect his wishes of privacy, and if this girl didn't want to feel his wrath either, then it was her job to put an end to it! Natalia didn't want to find out what the young man would do to her if he found out she'd let this happen. The dragon kin pushed a lock of hair behind her ear and knelt down in front of the girl, leaning in uncomfortably close. "Blake, dear. What are you doing? You wouldn't be trying to get a secret peak at your boyfriend, would you? How inappropriate," the woman cooed with a smug expression.
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2017 10:37 am
~Rowan~
+ Gram + "We're made as weapon, and we're weapons until the day we die. To this day, I'm still just a weapon... and for the rest of eternity..." ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ 
It was momentary... but there was a lack of will to move forward, to keep going. Thinking about Blake, about why he was still trying to do anything when he was letting it all slip away was enough to depress him to the point where his will was just barely too weak. After all, when two will powers of equal force fight one another, it is the one that bends first that breaks. One bit of weakness is all it takes to lose yourself in times like these. In that moment of weakness, Gram took its chance to assault his mind, and the result was something frightening. Rowan felt his mind, his soul, being sucked into the gauntlet itself, a spiritual force beyond anything that he had ever seen. Even around these crazy fae that practiced Necromancy, it was an ancient magic beyond recognition. As such, he knew instantly that this was undoubtedly the strength of the Armament, the magic that allowed it to exist in the first place. As his soul began its journey into the gauntlet, he passed by someone who seemed oddly familiar. Gazing towards them, he saw long, flowing black hair as they moved out of the gauntlet. Tch... Was the only noise he could make as he realized his defeat.
In the real world, Rowan had not made any noise... and his body was laying on the bed rather lifelessly. Gram, however, seemed to be shifting around and having an effect on his body. Soon, the body began to get more slender, along with Gram, and curves became more defined on it. In just a few short moments, Rowan's body was no longer his own, and a woman was laying on his bed in his stead. She had the same appearance almost... yet her feminine qualities could not be denied. Opening her eyes, the woman picked herself up from the bed in silence and looked towards the door. With Rowan's new ability, she could sense that someone was outside of it, and she had a pretty good idea of who was skulking around the hallway in such a manner. What a nuisance... No wonder he takes to mocking you and calling you out on your creepy habits. She thought to herself, watching the door for a few moments as she felt a soul separate from the body itself. Her face had a rather hilarious, bewildered look to it as she felt entirely creeped out by this woman's insistence and lack of personal space. You have a stalker, don't you? She's a stalker... definitely.
Sighing, she stood up from the bed and walked to the door, placing her demonic arm on it and staring at it for a moment. I can't believe I'm out of this thing. It's all that's left of my body.... but I feel sort of grateful to be separated from it... She thought to herself before heaving a heavy sigh. "Coming through!!!!" She let out a shout and kicked the door open as hard as she could, the large piece of wood smashing into Blake's soulless body, as well as Natalia, and knocking them both into the wall in a very comedic style. "Who the hell leans their ear up against doors or stalks people? What a creepy little fae you are..." She mocked, staring at the soul rather than the body. It should have become apparent at this point that Rowan, despite having hid it the entire time, could always see into the ethereal plane and could see the ghosts she conversed with during seances and such. "There are boundaries, especially for people ya' aren't in a relationship with, you brainless oaf." She commented, her mouth almost twice as foul as Rowan's was, which was really saying something considering his brutality. She also seemed to be waving Gram back and forth nonchalantly.
It was then that she caught sight of Natalia... a wrathful expression coming over her face almost instantly. "There you are you little dragon-wench! I've been trying to get my hands o-" As she was reaching out for Natalia, obviously getting straight to business, her sentence was cut off by flames erupting from the demonic arm and Gram going into an absolute fit between anger and giggles. "N-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-no that tickles. Stop that! What are you doing you pesky brat!? I put you in there to keep you from interfering! How did you find it. Where did you find that weak spot. That's my body you're messing with you know! I know that's hypocritical but could you please stop it. No really, stop it. Stop it. Please, it's too much. I'll stop, I'll stop, so please stop it, that's a really sensitive spot. N-n-n-n-n-n-no! Stop, stop! Okay, I get it!!!" She screeched out as she was thrashing about, unable to contain herself in her fits of laughter while Gram was explosively letting out very angry fire bursts. Obviously Rowan was non-to-happy with this situation, and he had quickly found her weakness with his Third Eye. After Rowan had settled down, Gram picked herself up, weakly, from the ground and glared at the two of them with an expression that was obviously very natural to her. "You're both bacon grease if you mention this to anyone." She stated, rather menacingly and will obvious killing intent, to both of them.
▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ "My weakness is very private, so I'd prefer you not go around telling everyone how to beat me. No, really, it's embarrassing, so just die, alright?" A.R.M.A.M.E.N.T.
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2017 7:16 pm
≎ 𝕭lake 𝕿rinity ≎
Ⓜⓐⓖⓔ Natalia was too late, Blake's body already going limp, leaving her soul to look onto whatever that dragon woman was doing. The half elf's expression dropped into one of horror. "Geez! Natalia! That's way too creepy! Get off of me! Uwah, please don't get any closer," she whined. Of course, there was no way the woman could've heard her, so there was really no point in wasting the energy. Defeated, Blake just sighed and turned back toward the wall. Look, you can't just expect to lock yourself up and have that be okay. Just... you can talk to me. Despite being terribly aesthetic in this form, human/living habits are hard to break. As such, the spirit of the young woman inhaled deeply before inappropriately letting out an shrill sound, the door of the room she was just about to forcibly enter breaking down off its hinges. The choked exhale escalated to an all-out shriek when a large piece of wood took out both her and Natalia, knocking the two of them into the wall. All she could do was reach her hands helplessly toward her physical form. That's it. I'm dead. I'm stuck in limbo just like all the people I've tried to help. There's no way I'd survive a hit like that... Even the drywall was cracked...
A woman's voice caught her attention, the one who'd just kicked down the door, calling her creepy. Wait- was there a girl in there with him all this time?! Blake turned to see something that caught her more off-guard than watching herself get smashed in the face with a wooden board. To this day, she's never been quite sure how to explain it. From peripheral, it looked like Rowan: two-toned hair, his clothes, Gram; however, this person was very, very different from her Knight by one characteristic alone: she was female. "What the....Eh?!" Geez, she was twice as rude as Rowan! There were obviously magics that could change one's gender, though not very common. Something was totally different, though, from just her personality, this wasn't her Knight. Still, this was his form...some sort of possession? No, she would've noticed if a ghost or anything like that had been near him. She's also seen him stop a possession attempt, so what happened? "Stalks?" the young woman asked with a curious expression. The half elf was suddenly reminded of Rowan's new ability he'd received out in the dragon kin homeland. "That wasn't-! More, importantly, who breaks down doors for no reason!? " Where was Rowan?
When the woman spotted Natalia, Blake almost instantly formed a prime suspect. Don't let her die. The sudden worry for the dragon kin caused the spell to end, sending Blake back to her body and to the most significant physical pain she'd felt in quite some time. Most of her ached, and her head was spinning. How exactly do you expect to help Natalia with someone in Rowan's body? Are you dumb? Rowan would call you dumb... Is this what her conscience was turning into? Perhaps it was whatever level of concussion she was experiencing. Either way, she was prepared to do what needed, but it seemed unnecessary. Despite how ridiculous what happened next was, it sealed the Mage's hypothesis, well, the look-alike's words did. Flames began to burst from the Armament, apparently upsetting the woman and sending her into a fit of laughter. She put who...in the arm...? Rowan? So he's... His soul should have been airtight in that body. No, no, no. This isn't anything I know about... What do I do? Her expression changed from baffled to pained at the realization. Blake bit down on her lip, standing and straightening as Gram did. Her presence was daunting as she threatened both Natalia and Blake. Though, Blake wasn't quite sure what part they weren't supposed to speak of: the fact that she'd taken the Knight's body or that he just incapacitated her without a body. "Y-you're Gram... aren't you? How..." that didn't matter and, though shocking, neither did the fact that it was a woman. "Why are you here? Last I checked...I didn't form a pact with an Armament, so why don't you just give my Knight his body back?" Are you a moron?! What are you saying? Don't act all high-and-mighty! We have no idea what this person is capable of!
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2017 8:16 pm
NATALIA
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"Let me show you the supreme art that is war."
NPC→ Dragon Kin→ "...Maid" "What?!" the dragon kin exclaimed right before getting slammed a large piece of wood directly into the wall. Was that the damn door?! I got caught entirely off guard! Natalia's head was spinning from the hit, tiny dragons flying in her head. She only really came to when lady Rowan addressed her. It took her only a second to take it in and register what was going on, and there wasn't enough time for her to appropriately react. Somewhere between attracted, amused, and petrified, all the dragon kin could do was laugh desperately as Gram reached out for her. Ahaha! The demon arm's a woman! I'm going to be killed by wonderfully powerful woman! Where am I right now? Happy this game is finally over? No wait! I can't have such a cliched death as a dragon killed by Gram!~ Oh my god, she's going to rip me to pieces with her bare hands! Soon, she wasn't the only one laughing, lady Rowan doubled-over on the floor giggling at whatever was going on with her arm. The kid was making his own agenda clear as well as making this situation even more confusing with such an adorable display. With the way things had been going, it was only a matter of time before something like this happened. Blake seemed to now be awake next to her. The girl never seemed the type to be able to take a hit, so she surprised Natalia when she didn't cry right away. In fact, she was up before the dragon kin was, putting two and two together that this was no longer the boy she had feelings for but the soul from within the Armament he wielded. Her calling the woman out, however, made the dragon woman's jaw hit the floor. Do you want to die?! Are you stupid?! Do you know who you're talking to, you brat?! Weaklings like you really shouldn't open their mouths!
"Ahhh~haha! Noo!" Natalia nearly cried out, still somewhere between hilarity and dread. Her hand flew over the magus's mouth from behind while the other wrapped around the girl's waist. "Your knight in shining angst can't do a whole lot to protect you right now. I'd suggest you stop painting a target all over yourself with your little attitude," she whispered darkly into the blonde's ear. Besides, I fear a fate far worse than servitude if I let this woman kill you. "Don't worry, our lips are sealed! You'll have to forgive my dear Blake, she's a bit of an imbecile. Nothing much up there at all!" the white haired woman sang, momentarily letting go of the kid's midsection to make a knocking gesture on her head. "Blondes, what are you going to do, am I right? Ahahaha...ahhh...eheh." One of these two pairings need to leave before we become skewers! "Poor thing must be delirious from all that head trauma! Who knew doors could just fly off their hinges like that?! Heheh... I suppose that leaves me to put her to bed! Come on, Blake, let's go take a nap together~ You'd like that, right?" There was no shame in a well-timed retreat, not in the face of total annihilation.
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2017 9:42 pm
~Rowan~
+ Gram + "We're made as weapon, and we're weapons until the day we die. To this day, I'm still just a weapon... and for the rest of eternity..." ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
While the girl had been annoying in her spirit form, her words only served to frustrate Gram even more as she spoke upon returning to her body. This Blake girl did not seem to have common sense at all, and Rowan seemed to be exasperated with the girl as well. I know why you treat her so badly now, it's just natural. Idiots like her are too easy... She thought to herself as he eyes sort of narrowed and a dumbfounded expression was displayed across her face. The dragonkin woman seemed to have a calm mind about this situation, however, and was quick to cover her mouth and try to make excuses for the two of them. Obviously, one of them seemed to have some sort of common sense... although this was probably just due to her natural aura. After all, dragonkin tended to act differently with her around. Rowan seemed to be on edge as well, ready to torture the woman if she took things too far. What she did notice, however, was that he seemed to be distancing himself from her weak spot... which confused her. Was he letting her do as she wished then? Or was it like a short leash. What a troublesome fellow. Well, that was what happened when you reverse the roles.
As the dragonkin tried to excuse herself and Blake, Gram's arm went straight through the wall in front of them, the non-demon one, and she simply stared at the women with a rather threatening expression. "Oi, oi, oi. A girl like you stacked up like some blonde bombshell trying to tell me where I need to be and where I need to go? What I need to do... Who do you think you are you half-brained Fae!?" She roared at her, ripping her arm from the wall and pretty much blocking off their path out of the hallway. She was not going to let the two of them get away, and that seemed obvious. "Someone like you, acting all high and might, thinking she knows what's up. For all you should be worried about, this is my body now. If I remove this arm, you'd never get your anger-fueled boyfriend back, regardless of how much you cried over it. And don't think I'm above ripping my own arm off if it meant spiting either of you, especially that wench trying to drag you off!!" She roared at her, incredible amounts of anger and disgust towards the two of them. There was quite some rage within this woman, and she was not happy to be disrespected by the two of them.
At this point, it seemed pretty obvious that, much like Rowan, she had a rather naturally angry expression and a face that intimidated people. Her overall appearance, although modified by Rowan's appearance, was pretty much spot-on in terms of structure, although not so much in color. Blake, seeing as how intelligent she was, could probably gather that this woman probably faced the same prejudices that Rowan had to in her life. There was quite a dangerous look in the gaze she was giving Natalia. At this point, it should be noted that Rowan's body had been transformed into quite a looker. Not chubby at all, very fit, yet still filled out very well. She was also incredibly curvy, contrasting the bodies original tough luck. She still seemed to have a good physique, however, her arms' muscles being refined to their peak capabilities. Reaching for the shirt, she pulled it down a bit more as she adjusted the clothes to fit her properly. "You two have quite the mouths on you, and quite a bit of arrogance. Don't think I can't just power through all of this and snap both your necks." She said, her voice turning rather venomous as she watched them.
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2017 2:34 am
≎ 𝕭lake 𝕿rinity ≎
Ⓜⓐⓖⓔ Under the dragon kin's grasp, Blake was attempting to fuss at one or both of them and worm away from Natalia. The last week had left a sour taste in her mouth and was really effecting her general mood. All she'd wanted to was talk, and now she was going to have to fix all this damage to the point where neither her parents would notice as well as deal with the fact that Rowan was getting possessed by his own Armament. Speaking of property damage, Gram didn't seem like the type to hold back when it came to such things. Geez, at this point, she was seeming more and more like a less repressed Rowan. Taking their timelines into account, perhaps Rowan was a more repressed Gram? It was either total circumstance that the two felt the same way about dragon kin or they were bonded for more than that single reason. When the woman slammed her arm into the wall, Blake jumped a little from the suddenness of it. One would've thought if Gram got a hold of Rowan, the demon would go haywire. To be fair, this wasn't far from that, but something was up. She clearly had no intention of letting them leave but didn't seem to have goals of leaving herself. If that were the case, then she would've done so in the first place.
You three... Is everyone going to call me an idiot today? She didn't even need to hear from the Knight. It was just a given at this point. When Gram started threatening Rowan, the half elf's eye twitched. This woman was either really petty or nuts, and Blake couldn't tell which just yet. Her glare, however, rivaled the Knight's whose body she was now inhabiting. She'd gotten defensive when it came down to decision-making, and went so far as to call both of the other women arrogant. Even with her obvious killing capabilities, the only damage that had been done was to the house, though Blake's head was still spinning from that chunk of door. Despite her threats, nothing had happened to either of them...directly, so what was up? The Mage sighed and relaxed her shoulders before flapping her hands at Natalia's arms, trying to get the woman to release her. If she let up at all, Blake would smack her hand out of the way before turning on her. "My hair is green!" she hissed. Turning back toward Gram, the fae eyed the Armament.
"Fine, fine. Could you please just...stop destroying my parents' house? What is it that you do want?" she asked, looking up toward Gram who seemed to be making herself more comfortable in Rowan's clothes. The concept made Blake much less comfortable, and this woman's influence definitely made quite a few...changes to the body. She was way hotter than Blake cared to admit. Did she even have an agenda? Blake had wanted to ask Rowan a similar question, but... I've sure been having some rotten luck. I hope he's alright.
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2017 3:10 am
NATALIA
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"Let me show you the supreme art that is war."
NPC→ Dragon Kin→ "...Maid" Natalia squealed, almost letting go of the bratty blonde, when Gram busted the wall with her arm. The amount of fear coursing through her sent her into more nervous laughs. Rowan wasn't allowing her to touch them, but she didn't want them to leave. What exactly was up with this situation? The dragon kin felt utterly trapped and wanted nothing more than to remove herself. Gram was definitely an attractive woman as well as a powerhouse; however, when her gaze met Natalia's, it held a scary level of malice that could only be associated with a genocidal weapon. In her arms, Blake settled down with a sigh before lightly slapping at Natalia's grasp. This was more annoying than the squirming, but the kid obviously wanted to say something. "I am going to let you go, but at least think before you speak this time..." As soon as she began to release the girl, the elf was quick to move on Natalia, correcting her on her hair color. The act left a surprised expression on the dragon woman's face. What did I just say? Normally, she'd take this as an opportunity to tease her, but with the actual Gram shouting and destroying things so nearby... How long did the Knight think he could keep this rampaging Armament at bay? "Yes, yes! Of course, Miss Gram! We don't doubt your abilities, not at all!" the light haired woman chimed after the threat of having her neck broken. At least Blake wasn't firing verbal bullets anymore, though Natalia wasn't too sure how lady Rowan would take the request to stop the property damage...
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2017 1:08 pm
~Rowan~
+ Gram + "We're made as weapons, and we're weapons until the day we die. To this day, I'm still just a weapon... and for the rest of eternity..." ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
Wow. This girl seemed to have some sort of death wish or something similar to that. Her haughty attitude and expecting nature made her wonder just how she had managed to live as long as she had. Then again, it was probably thanks to that boy's protection that his Mage could even act in such a way and expect to not be reprimanded. Maybe he should teach her proper manners so that she would not be brutally murdered in the future by an enemy that was not being held back by her Knight. "There it is again... that arrogance. People with lucks and everything really do act high-and-mighty, don't they?" She muttered as a dark, anger-filled expression began to spread across her face the more that Blake spoke to her. In all honesty, it was probably best to approach this situation in a manner similar to the dragonkin woman. Even Rowan was absolutely dumbfounded by Blake suddenly gaining a spine in the moment where she absolutely needed to not have one. It was almost as if, like always, she had some sort of death wish or something of the sort.
"Shut it." Was all she said to the dragonkin as the woman spoke about her not doubting Gram's abilities. She did not want to hear any words from that woman for at least a brief moment. Just hearing that tongue flapping around inside her jaw caused a severe migraine to make itself known, and that only served to frustrate the woman even more. "As for you, bimbo." Gram addressed Blake immediately, turning all of her attention away from the dragonkin as a way of coping with the fact that Rowan would try his best to prevent her death. "If you want information, you ask for it with respect and graciousness. Especially to one who so kindly allowed your Knight to use her as he wished. All that effort you put into trying to attain me, even tearing through those cultists, and it would have been for nothing had I decided to ignore your requests." She commented, berating Blake slightly for the arrogant tone and attitude she had approached this situation with, especially to someone she technically owed quite a bit to. "Disrespecting those that you our indebted to is the greatest blow to one's honor." She mocked, implying that Blake was somewhat shameless.
"But maybe I just want the dragon-girl to lick my foot. Maybe I want to tease you a bit. Maybe I want to burn this damned city to the ground and destroy all of its civilians in a burning, glorious bonfire." Gram began, implying all the things that she was capable of at this moment, going so far as to even demean the two girls in front of her. "Or maybe, I'm actually here for something important, as I have an inkling of something. But, you know what, I think I might just wait around and do some things. It's been so long since I could move on my own, breath fresh air, and even stretch my back." She stated, bending her back in an arch until every bone in her spine made a popping sound. Straightening herself, she turned her attention back towards the two of them. "I only killed and killed in my life, after all, before I was so thoroughly slain, but down in my prime. Having a body again after so long... it kind of makes me want to experience all the joys life has to offer. I could maybe even live out the rest of my days like this. Who knows?" The woman mocked in a rather threatening way, implying that some respect would probably have to be shown or something terrible might start happening.
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2017 4:07 pm
≎ 𝕭lake 𝕿rinity ≎
Ⓜⓐⓖⓔ She...had a point. Gram's arm gave Rowan quite an edge when it came to abilities and combat. The only reason was because she'd decided to accept him as wielder in the first place. It could literally be used as a shield if anything else. Back when they'd met that stranger in the mountains, the Knight had used it to stop an attack that would've sliced Blake to ribbons. How far would the two of them had gotten without the Armament? Essentially, Gram was only lending them her power. In all honesty, they did technically owe the woman significantly. A small sigh left Blake before she averted her eyes with a pained expression, somewhere between embarrassed and defeated. Did she plan on holding Rowan hostage forever? Absolutely taking over the man's body felt a step too far, but the half elf really didn't have room to talk here. Gram basically had him as leverage and was quick to threaten with it. Looking back up at the woman, Blake tried to calm herself down a bit. She wouldn't normally be all spitfire in such a critical situation. It's just the timing. Relax. What are you going to do anyway?
Gram then went on to talk hypotheticals, stating her possible motives but not giving much of anything solid. Two of them were options she'd already considered, though messing with Blake seemed a rather minuscule reason to make an appearance now. The mention of something important, however, made Blake tilt her head to the side in curiosity. What would she consider important at this point? An inkling of...what? When it came to a being like Gram, an Armament whose will has withstood the test of time, there could be some real implications to this... then again, the woman wasn't anything like the Mage would've expected from what she'd heard and read. For starters, she was female! How did that part get muddled? It would've been more understandable if it weren't so noticeable, but from the changes made to Rowan's body, there was no way it could've been missed. That ratio made Blake jealous! This extent of appearance wasn't considered either... Though she knew Gram's influence could be projected onto the wielder, something she'd been worried about ever since Cheyenne had mentioned it, Blake never once expected to speak with the Armament herself.
The woman's description of her past life was a rather sad... The genocide of dragons and the dragon-kin was Gram's staple, but was that really what her whole life had consisted of before her death? All that just to have her soul put inside of a weapon and continue the carnage in the afterlife, burning with a hatred and desire to exterminate anything draconic. From where had that even stemmed in the first place? Thinking about it, this could be an interesting opportunity for information regarding the subject. There weren't any first-hand accounts regarding the Armament. How frustrating that it had to be while Rowan was the one equipped with her... Blake's pity for the woman was short-lived. Once again, she played at threatening the Knight, making the half elf chew on the inside of her cheek. It seemed she was making herself comfortable in this body and probably had no intention of leaving it soon. Rowan, from the baffling fit of giggles Gram had experienced before, seemed at least present in the demon arm. Would he be fine in there for now? Either way, there really was no point in further endangering him by pissing off this girl. "I- I'm sorry, Miss Gram. You're... you're right. It's just... I'm a little surprised. There isn't much about you as far as actual information goes, mostly stories. None of which mention that you're such a head turner."
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2017 5:42 pm
NATALIA
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"Let me show you the supreme art that is war."
NPC→ Dragon Kin→ "...Maid" An embarrassing "eep" caught in Natalia's throat when Gram told her to shut it. She was still somewhere between hating and loving this. Never before had she felt such exhilarating fear. The entirety of Gram's legend was from her beautiful capability of extermination dragons and the humanoid race descended from them. Surely, if the kid had allowed the woman to continue with her plans, the dragon kin would've been in for the worse pain imaginable. The thought brought her back to the life she was no longer allowed to live. It was both terrifying and inspiring. How shameful that Natalia was reduced to such a state! Although, she did get some interesting information as Gram put Blake in her place. She'd just assumed that Rowan was the one that had acquired the Armament, clearly capable of such a feat. Had it been both of them that obtained it or just the girl? Interesting, interesting. Was the blonde not as squishy as she seemed?
Lady Rowan mentioning the dragon woman pulled Natalia from her thoughts and sent her back into that nerve-wracked laughter. She held some comment about Gram's foot back before catching the mention of something important. Wait...so her sole purpose wasn't to come and destroy the dragon in the house? Natalia was a little confused and suddenly frustrated when Gram failed to elaborate, though was not in a state where she could show that. Her expression dropped, however, when the terrifying woman stretched out. Blake seemed to finally find the other half of her brain, finally. How did someone like Rowan deal with her constantly? Head turner was right, though. That was the subtle way to say it. "Of course she's right! St-stay as long as you need, milday! Get comfortable! Master Rowan would be quite upset with me if I didn't welcome a guest properly! Can I get you anything? You must be thirsty! Eheheh~" she asked both red from the woman's presence and her own embarrassment.
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2017 6:11 pm
~Rowan~
+ Gram + "We're made as weapons, and we're weapons until the day we die. To this day, I'm still just a weapon... and for the rest of eternity..." ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
One word escaped the slightly filled out lips that adorned the woman's face. The way she spoke was slightly entrancing as well, a delicate way of speaking very suddenly. It was, however, one word, as she spoke. "Steak." The sudden girlish tone to her voice was so soft, it was almost unimaginable that it had come from her, something so feminine. Upon realizing the mistake she made while answered the dragonkin, she covered her mouth and glared at both of them with a rather furious look on her face. "Oi! Oi! Oi! Don't think I'm not some tough girl that can't grind your faces into the floor. A girl needs her food, she needs her sustenance. Steak is simply the most preferred, the best..." Gram trailed off momentarily, obviously caught up in the thoughts of steak after not having been able to eat it for millennia. She then suddenly returned with a raging expression on her face. "What do you two care about my eating habits!? I don't care if steak isn't the best thing in the morning! Cook it or I'll cook both of you!!!" She shouted at both of them before retreating a ways away and began whispering to herself.
"No, really, don't judge me. I can be girly too. I'm not all brawn. I'm not all killing. Sometimes I want to be soft to. No, really. Please, listen, it's not like that. Really, don't judge me." She muttered to herself as she tried to convince, very quietly, everyone not to judge her on how she stated the word steak originally. Quickly, she regained her composure and was back in front of the other two again. "Head turner though, huh? I didn't think you swung that way too. Quite a shocker. Alright then." Gram stated, smirking at Blake as she stretched a bit before suddenly pulling the woman close to her, pressing herself into the girl while full-on making out with her. Gram was mostly just trying to experience something she had never gotten the chance to in life, although Rowan seemed none-to-happy about it. His Mage seemed interested in her, however, by the words that she decided to use in regards to her. After about a minute of this, her grip was quite strong, Gram let the woman break free and backed up a bit, placing her hand on her chin. She was obviously debating something.
"Hm... soft. Everything was soft. You really are stacked, guess they're not pads, ahah. Oh!" She suddenly came to a realization, unaware of how shocked Blake may or may not have been or still be. "Why do you taste like dragon? Are you an item with maid or something? That's... hilarious! Ahahahahah." Gram began to laugh, taunting Blake for the taste of her lips. Whatever horrible things Blake had to endure, probably kissing, had left the taste of dragon on her lips, something Gram easily picked up while making out with the girl. "That's rich. And here I was thinking you had a crush on Mr. Gloomy when you're over here fooling around with his maid. I don't think I'm gonna kill ya. This is too hilarious, way too hilarious. Nothing beats this. No, really. It's funny. Can't you see that. It's funny..." She continued on and on until it seemed as if she was more interested in trying to convince herself that it was funny more than anyone in the room. She seemed to have quite a few quirks... although she did not seem too... quick to just murder people without reason.
▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ "My weakness is very private, so I'd prefer you not go around telling everyone how to beat me. No, really, it's embarrassing, so just die, alright?" A.R.M.A.M.E.N.T.
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2017 9:19 pm
≎ 𝕭lake 𝕿rinity ≎
Ⓜⓐⓖⓔ Gram's habits left Blake kind of dumbfounded. She never expected the ancient demon to be like this. A light chuckle left her at how Gram didn't seem to miss a beat, even in regards to herself. "Eheheh, it's fine. Steak and eggs is a pretty common breakfast dish," she said, trying to convince the woman it was fine. "W- we can get right on it..." From how the last few days had gone, it was obvious that Natalia was a total novice when it came to cooking. Apparently, Rowan had asked for the same thing his first night here, and the dragon kin had totally botched it. Even Blake, who'd normally fight through such a thing to save feelings, couldn't quite come to eat it. Wait, had that been a coincidence or had Gram already been pushing her influences onto the Knight? Was that why he'd kept to his room? Gram? It was just a speculation from the two requests, obviously, but things seemed to line up rather nicely that way, though...
That was when Gram decided to break Blake. Rather clueless, she'd tilted her head at change of topic, not actually realizing what she meant until the woman was on her. "W-wait, hang on. That's not what I-" Compared to Gram, however, the young half elf was no match in terms of strength. Despite that, Blake still attempted to pull away as her face became more and more red due to the sheer embarrassment of the situation. When it was obvious that wasn't going to help, the Mage turned to her Knight, her hand reaching out to grip Gram's demonic arm. Rowan... C-Can't you stop this? Help me out! Even Natalia hasn't gone this far! Don't tell me you think this is alright! Sure, this was still his body, so Blake was getting odd mixed signals, but it was way too weird! She wasn't into women! This was a violation! Violation! Gram finally let the girl free, leaving her to stagger backward as she gripped herself with her arms, stammering. "Wh-wh-wh-" The Armament spoke before she did, however, making everything worse, saying things about how she felt...and tasted.
"O-Of course not! Why would... Dragon?! How? N-no! I'm not- we're not- There's no fooling anything! D-d-did you not see her breathing down my neck earlier?! S- something must've happened with the door... B-both of you-" These women with their sexual harassment! Was she the only one who knew it decent to not do such things? "H-he's not gloomy! An-and he's the only one... Rowaan," Blake whined, returning to the dent her soulless body had made in the wall and sinking to the floor. "It's not like thaat." She buried her face in her knees for a moment, trying to cover her face and stop whimpering like a fool. I can't handle these two... You can kill me. It's fine. I wanna die now. Someone do it... She suddenly looked up and pointed to the laughing woman who'd just made out with her, tears in the corners of her green eyes. "Gyah! G-Gram! P-please- don't take things out of c-context! R-recognizing aesthetic and attraction are two different things! There's no swinging here! There's not even options, like I keep telling these people! R-Rowan... is the only... He's the only one I have feelings for or interest, so you were right there. I-I'm gunna go make your food..." Her frantic voice died down to a defeated murmur before she pulled herself up to head downstairs to the kitchen.
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