Lapis Lazuli [CLOSED]

[Scheherazade]

"My faith is seared into my skin; burned into my worldly flesh with ink as a reminder that I can never give it up. It is a burden that is worth nothing and everything. It is my pain." ☒ Rue ✐ 000 ✉ Short post. Oh, well. :P Scheherazade Lv1

When the sun shall be folded up; and when the stars shall fall; and when the mountains shall be made to pass away; and when the camels ten months gone with young shall be neglected; and when the seas shall boil; and when the souls shall be joined again to their bodies; and when the girl who hath been buried alive shall be asked for what crime she was put to death; and when the books shall be laid open; and when the heavens shall be removed; and when hell shall burn fiercely; and when paradise shall be brought near: every soul shall know what it hath wrought. The Qu'ran. The blonde recited the verse quietly within her mind, and it resonated within her, steadying her. Her mind quietly recounted the previous events. Her friend, Inyx, had sent her a message while she was walking around Tolbana about a guild recruiting new members. Obviously, she had been interested, and that brought her to the square of the Town of Beginnings. Hopefully she hadn't been to late...she grimaced at the thought a little and pressed on, hastening her pace. Left turn, was it? Or maybe was it the right? She chanced on the right and brought her braid to the front, a luxuriously made five strand Dutch braid. The blonde turned and spotted an light aquamarine-haired girl, a little shorter than herself, in the square and approached her shyly. "Excuse me," She murmured, a hesitance entering her low-pitched voice, tilting her head curiously. "Are you still recruiting? I'm a little late, so I understand if you're not..."

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[Rue]

"Never Falter Never Look Back!" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ Rue Lv5

Rue stayed behind to clean up the mess that she had made. It wasn't much, as she just had to bush the chalk off of the ground, luckily if random players that crowded around to watch the fighting littered the game would handle it. The sun was hung over the edge of the buildings of the town, and a orange hue fell on the town signaling the end of the day. Borrowing a boom for a near by shop keep who was more then happy to assist as her fights brought in many customers for his store. The scraping of the broom's bristles echoed off the ground as the small light blue haired girl wiped away at the white chalk. Rue let the constant rhythmic sound of the bristles on the stone lull her into a laxed state as she mindlessly brushed at the chalk. The recruitment attempt had not been as rewarding as she had thought. Sighing she thought that they would get at least double digits, but their were slim pickings for the guild. Most of them were either to afraid or were not good with others and did not cooperate well with the guilds beliefs, actually thinking about it Elpharae and herself did not completely agree with the guilds values as well. Why were the two so picky about new members if they themselves did not follow the guild's beliefs? The members that did however pass would be good investments for the guild's future. As she cleaned the grounds she heard small light footsteps heading in her direction. The steps were light and hesitant not threatening. Seeing as how they meant no harm, Rue continued sweeping away at the chalk. A low pitched voice creped up to the small tanks ears. It was polite, but meek and hesitant. Rue turned around her blank amber eyes scanned the owner of the voice, sizing her up. The owner of the voice, was a pale regal girl with long platinum blond hair reaching down to her ankles tied and braided together with a large bow. With face was very refined with oval face with high pronounced bone structure and a lilac and periwinkle coloured eyes with deep black eyelashes that pulled your focus to her eyes. Her frame was sleek and toned and muscular, betraying her current meek and shy manner she portrayed. Her body was upright and had good posture, she was obviously taught on etiquette by her posture. Rue's eyes narrowed at the girl, her voice and speech betrayed how she carried herself. Who was this girl, a daughter of a rich family or a princess of a small kingdom. Not getting caught up on who she is, all that matters is her and her ability to fight. Rue continued sweeping after she got an understanding of the girl. " We're always accepting new members that can prove themselves. If you want to join I'll test you to see if you have what it takes. However we can't fight her as it is late and I do not wish to disturb people getting ready to sleep". Her words were calm, but polite as the girl was polite to her, she in turn spoke respectfully to her as well and relaxed her cold expression. With the last bit of chalk cleaned, Rue gave the broom back to the shop owner and faced the white-blond princess. " Will have are duel, outside of town. As you seem rather shy I will tell you that the duel may not be deadly, but I do not go easy on anyone even if they do not wish to fight. After you accept the duel, theirs no turning back". Rue's words were more serious as she spoke about the possible duel, She knows that she is rather harsh when it comes to fighting and did not want to shock the girl. With her friendly warning out of the way, she faced the direction on the exit. " Think about it there's no need to rush into things, there are plenty of other guilds out there that will be more lax. If you decided that you still wish to join, meet me by the exit of the town". Rue started to walk away, and make her way to the exit of the town. Rue hoped that she would accept the duel request as she looked like she would, be a great addition if she could get past her social anxiety.

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[Scheherazade]

"My faith is seared into my skin; burned into my worldly flesh with ink as a reminder that I can never give it up. It is a burden that is worth nothing and everything. It is my pain." ☒ Rue ✐ 000 ✉ The duel begins. Scheherazade Lv1

"I understand. My thanks." Scheherazade replied simply, her voice smoother now that she had gotten hold of her shyness. The girl beside her was younger than herself, obviously, and had an air of strength around her, a wild fierceness, imposing, but she wore it well. The girl was like a tiger, then? She smiled at the thought internally, and instead waited for the girl patiently, about to offer her own help before realizing that there was only one brush, after all, and therefore kept her mouth shut and her countenance silent. Vera reminded her of this girl, or at first, in some ways, with their slim, hourglass build. Vera had been fourteen when she confessed, around the same height as this girl herself. The blonde swallowed the sudden rush of bile to her throat back down, her eyes wild from panic. She forced herself to breathe normally, her demeanor replacing in the span of a second. It would be near impossible for the girl to have noticed, so focused on brushing the chalk away, and besides, her back was currently turned to Scheherazade. Her skin prickled and warmed as if she were slapped, and she sucked in a breath shallowly. Vera. Of course. The very thought made her still imperceptibly, memories ghosting at her back. She hated this, hated the fear that constantly plagued her. What was the point of age if not to gain wisdom and strength? She lacked that strength, it seemed. Attempting to go forward but dragged down by the chains of the past, the chains that wrapped around her ankles and wrists and refused to let her go-that was all she could do. The blonde wasn't strong enough to turn around and face them, intercept the gaze of her past demons, their murderous intent. The player was still lacking that strength, and so she wanted it, needed it to strengthen her. We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not driven to despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed. 2 Corinthians 4:8-9. Scheherazade was a devout Muslim, but she remembered the rich verses of her mother's Bible, in dark calligraphy with embossed gold letters on the covers of the books. Her mother murmured sweet prayers and words into her ears every night, telling her that she didn't have to be bound by just one faith. The words gave her strength, and with the strength came purpose. She exhaled softly, a little wary, but willed it to go away. I will not be weak. I will stand by and defeat my opponent or at least fight with honor and all my strength. This may not be my battlefield of choice, but I will show them that I can at least fight. I may be weak, but I am not a complete weakling. Inshaa Allah kheyr. God willing, good will come out of it. Bismi Allahi alrrahmani alrraheemi. In the name of God, Most Gracious, Most Merciful. May you grant me your strength. Aameen. Her prayers ended as the girl began walking away, and Scheherazade quietly fell into step with her movements, the heels of her shoes clicking against the stone. The buildings around them were dark, most windows without light. It seemed what she had said about people going to sleep had been true. Players who did not have any money to pay rent or were too stingy to do so sat on park benches or dark alleys, sleeping. The blonde didn't find any use in wasting time once they were at their location, and so she flicked her wrist and opened her HUD now, taking out her axe and shield. She was already wearing her armor, so that was unneeded. Idly, she let her hair out of her lax braid and began turning it into a much tighter braided bun, curling and twisting it as to use as much of her hair as possible, meaning that it would be out of her way. She tied off her hair with a dark blue ribbon and then patted the elegant bun on her head, which trailed down into a network of braids that intertwined and flowed together, a little clumsy underneath her fingers and due to the lack of time she had, but skilled nonetheless, and rather pretty, she felt. She found the silence they walked in a quiet sort of companionship and enjoyed it. There was a brisk chill in the wind that made her think absently that today would be a good day for tea, and perhaps a goblet of eton mess, a sweet dessert that she had adored in real life. They reached the exit of the town, and Scheherazade blinked before exiting completely, a soft tugging sensation warning her that she was leaving a safe zone. Her shield was shifted as to accommodate seeing the light aquamarine-haired girl, and she tilted her head before sending a duel request once they were safely away from the town enough to not worry about making a racket.

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[Rue]

"Never Falter Never Look Back!" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ Rue Lv5

As Rue walked the girl, followed from her reply he shyness towards Rue had subsided slightly. Rue looked around, as she saw that many people had began to turn in for the night. The lights of buildings slowly flickered off one by one. It felt as if town's lights were it's eyes, and each light represented it's eyes closing more and more as the lights were switching off. Making their destination, Rue looked back at the girl with the corner of her eye. She wasted no time as she equipped her weapons. Rue looked at the girl with interest as she tied her hair into a bun. It was a smart thing to do as her long hair, would be a liability in a fight. A enemy could grab it and pull her into and attack or stop her from getting away. The shield and axe, might be a problem as she could hook Rue's shield with ax, and she had the advantage in close combat. Reaching the outskirts of town, it was not that far away from the town and not close enough to disturb they resting town. If anything dangerous happened while they were in the middle of their duel, it would be easy to run back to town for safety. The girl shifted her shield, and tilted her head at her. Rue looked at her with a blank stares, as she shook her head side to side once. " No 'm not going to try and attack you, but it's good to be cautions". Rue looked at the duel request and accepted it. A shield formed on her right arm, and she drew her blade from her scabbard. Putting her right foot forward and her left back, with her shield in front and her sword off to her side pointed upward at the princess. Keeping her knees slightly bent and standing on the balls of her feet. Looking at the girl with blank emotionless eyes. Re readied herself for the girl, not wanting to charge in and attack as she did not know about her foe. Sliding her feet forward she inched closers and thrusted her blade over her shield at the girl's upper chest to get a feel of her fighting ability, and reaction times. The attack was not meant to kill and was not very powerful compared to a open strike, however it did not leave the small blue haired girl open.

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[Scheherazade]

"My faith is seared into my skin; burned into my worldly flesh with ink as a reminder that I can never give it up. It is a burden that is worth nothing and everything. It is my pain." ☒ Rue ✐ 000 ✉ The duel begins. Scheherazade Lv1

The girl suddenly lunged, and Scheherazade's lilac eyes darted towards the line of attack, her pupils cool and steely, no sign of her earlier hesitance on her fight. Her mind assessed and analyzed every bit of information she had been given before she slowly moved her shield to intercept the movement. It was best to not push herself, and to her surprise, she didn't need to try that hard to defend, and she narrowed her eyes before focusing her weight on her shoulder and pushing it on the shield, where the girl's blade lay, hoping that it would force her back or make her at least stumble a bit. She followed the attack up with a smooth cut of her axe that dipped down low to just above her opponent's ankles before veering up abruptly, shifting the momentum and giving it slightly less power after such a maneuver but harder to dodge, her eyes clear and focused as she leaped back a little, a cloud of dusty earth behind her feet as her eyes narrowed, herself taking in her opponent. A shield and longsword user, hmm? Like her during the beta test. She didn't dwell on it, instead keeping on her feet and making random movements back and forth so Rue couldn't predict where she would be next, thanking Allah that her dance teacher had made her practice so many times. Her legs carried her through, a test of her physical endurance as well as in-game. It was almost like a dance, and she remembered Yvonne's voice counseling fouetté, fouetté, fouetté, pirouette, pirouette, triple pirouette, and then back to a grand jeté, and the cycle began anew. She tried to keep her movements smooth and bended along with them, a flickering thought passing through her eyes before she shook it off easily and continued this new dance around Rue, taking flickering moments to rest, whether she needed it or not, in order to keep her stamina. Rue...had she been using that first attack to test her? It was a simple enough move, but Scheherazade had hardly shown all she had to offer. She swept gracefully into a long curve around Rue, ending up near Rue's right, somewhere halfway in between being behind her and being beside her on her right, and then brought herself closer to the girl, forgetting her anxiety to aim a fluid cut at the top of her head and then pushing against it with all her weight to try to embed it into her shoulder, her shield held grimly in front of her before Scheherazade then attempted to ram her shield right on the girl's body, withdrawing as soon as she could and holding her distance, assessing the situation.

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[Rue]

"Never Falter Never Look Back!" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ Rue Lv5

Rue saw the girl's resolve change instantly. As her shy and meek look turned to a steely gaze. The girl went from a shy hesitant girl to a battle hardened warrior at the drop of the hat. Clutching the bottom half of her sword with her loosely gripped fingers, her blade snapped back away from Scheherazade shield tackle. The warrior princess put force into her shield expecting it to making contact, now that it had not counter balance she would be the one how would be off balance now. The girl then followed up with an attack, cleaving upward at Rue's ankles... No it veered up slightly. Pulling her right side back and putting her left side forward, Rue dodge and parried the ax away while holding her sword out at the girl who had her shield still around to block if need be. Scheherazade would jump back to assess her current actions and think on her next attack, If she did not change the axes direction it would of gave Rue less time to react. Moving back into her original stance, Rue was thoroughly impressed by the girl's out put. The girl seemed to chance her tactic, as she began to move around and all different ways. It reminded Rue of how a boxer would step. Taking her focus off of her feet, as she will not gain anything from it's random pattern. The girl would prance around her spinning, trilling and jumping. Was Rue in a dance hall or a ballet? Rue did not have to put much effort into turning with the girls fluid dance moves, Rue just hoped that she did not ask her to be her Prince Siegfried. All of the fighting she did today must of tired her as the platinum beauty curved around her with a quick fouetté. She was on her right side between the small girl's back and front. She was unable to use her sword in this position, Scheherazade moved in close completely unaffected by her anxiety. She brought her ax down towards Rue's head, and moved her shield to slam into Rue's body. Rue slammed her shield into Scheherazade's. Angling her shield, she shot to the left where she could attack with her sword. As she used the princesses force to push herself away, Rue brought her sword down towards Scheherazade's neck.

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[Scheherazade]

"My faith is seared into my skin; burned into my worldly flesh with ink as a reminder that I can never give it up. It is a burden that is worth nothing and everything. It is my pain." ☒ Rue ✐ 000 ✉ Let's see how much Rue will hurt her. Scheherazade Lv1

Powerful. That was what this girl was. Her eyes watched her fluid movements, reminded of a snake, almost, one that would seem innocent at first glance and then wrap around your wrist. This girl blocked all her attacks, smoothing them into virtually nothing, and a surprised look flitted in her eyes before it disappeared completely, a small grin tugging at her lips internally. Of course. She shouldn't have expected anything less, after all. And then in one smooth movement, the girl leaves her sword at her throat. Scheherazade can't help the pang of amusement that rises up in her. It's like they're in the beta test again, and she's the Knight, the woman in the guild who stays silent and stoic but drinks too much with her friends and talks near obsessively about dance and throws herself into danger while coming out unscathed. Her eyes glitter with something akin to interest before they still and she blinks unflinchingly, assessing her situation. It seems simple enough. She meets Rue's gaze before throwing her neck against Rue's blade, and her heath drops instantly. It's a weird sensation like downing too much water at once. It brings her closer to the girl, of course, and Scheherazade attempts not to falter at all, instead bringing her legs together and her arms to push against Rue, attempting to push her over and onto her back, and she follows up the move with a series of quick, deep slashes near her torso that veer unpredictably and will cut in various creative ways if Rue doesn't miraculously block them. Of course, she wouldn't put it past the girl. So she rewards the light-haired warrior with a blow to her cheekbone, and presses on relentlessly, attacking her face with vigor as she spins and twirls out of reach, catching her breath whenever she can and then disappearing out of reach, her shield covering her in all the places Rue can attack her (or at least she hopes so). She finishes up her maneuvers with an attempt to slash her on the thigh and then keeps her distance, catching her breath and reassessing yet again.

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[Rue]

"Never Falter Never Look Back!" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ Rue Lv5

Rue looked at the girl as she had her sword at the girl's throat. Rue's amber eyes stared into Scheherazade. The wolf with sheep's skin of a girl looked at the small girl as if she was entertained and enjoying herself. She met Rue's gaze and threw her neck towards her blade injuring herself. Rue did not show any emotion at the girl's self harming, however in her mind she wondered what was the purpose of her action. Was it to set up for an art, or was it to try and faze Rue and catch her off guard. Not letting the action throw her out of focus, Rue pulled her blade back an out of the girl as Scheherazade put her neck to it's edge. The possible masioniest princess went on the offensive yet again, However she had made a mistake in her footwork. As the girl went to push on Rue she put her legs together. Rue push back on at her attempts to knock her on her back. Their shields slammed together, Rue wider stance and lower center of gravity gave her the advantage. Pushing the dancer back, she would stumble and swing her ax using her veers to move the blade. Rue did not close in instead used her long swords range and hit the girl's wrist that held her weapon every time she brought it around for an attack. Her attacks were slow, and they were made even slower by her changing the arc of her attack. She also had to move into attack to close the distance of her weapons lack of reach. Rue would slap the girl's wrists with the side of her blade, almost as a parent scolding their child with a small smack on the hand with every mistake. Scheherazade changed her strategy and forgone her weapon arm's wrist letting it receive more damage as she brought herself closer. using her shield she would hit Rue's cheekbone even as the small girl moved her shield to block most of the hits force. Spinning out of reach, the girl caught of breath. Rue stood at the ready not even paying any mind to the red on her left cheek. The girl went back to her dancing covering her body with her shield as she thrilled and hopped around like this was some sort of play. Rue already saw her dance already and watched as she went through her pattern. fouetté, fouetté, fouetté, pirouette, pirouette, triple pirouette, and then back to a grand jeté. She must practised that dance for weeks as it was burned into her mind. Rue would let the girl dance around as all it would accomplish would be to her tiring herself out. She moved in and slashed at Rue's thigh. The princesses attack was slow and this time did not veer, she must be feeling the affects of her constant offense and movement. Meeting the girl's attack with her sword, Rue would aim the middle of her blade in the nook between the ax handle and the blade. Catching and push the ax up, the dancer's wrist would be sore from Rue's attacks on it making her grip weaker. The force of the upward force on the axe that was outstretched from the girl's hand would be to much for her to bare. Scheherazade's hand would betray her and let go, sending her ax off into the distance. Stepping on her left foot pinning her down and pushing her shield against the unarmed princess shield stopping it from moving to defend. Rue brought her blade back and turned it horizontally, and aimed it at the dancer's heart. Without mercy or remorse Rue stabbed through the girl, and a crimson coated blade poked out of the braided blond's back.

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[Scheherazade]

\ "My faith is seared into my skin; burned into my worldly flesh with ink as a reminder that I can never give it up. It is a burden that is worth nothing and everything. It is my pain." ☒ Rue ✐ 000 ✉ Taking heartbroken to a whole new level. Also, getting serious. Ish. XD Don't hurt her too much! Scheherazade Lv1

Suffocating. That's what being stabbed feels like. She shows no emotion on the outside, refuses to do so, but inside, she's swimming in nonexistent hurt and pain that strikes her to the core. But pain is temporary, isn't it? Even when it's only inside? That's a lie, though. It's always been a lie. Her gaze flits over to the girl's face, and it's been what, a second? Less. Thoughts always travel faster than time. She exhales lightly, getting adjusted to this position. And then she bites. Hard. On anything and everything she can find. And then she kicks with all her strength, well-worn muscles in her legs and thigh and foreleg pulsing with all her strength, muscles rippling under the glowing moonlight. She leans back and feels air rush through her as a red mark is left as the evidence of Rue's cut, blinking repeatedly at the sensation. Her insides are closing. She tries to swallow but nothing's coming, and even though she picks up her blade and is completely steady and confident on the outside, she feels like she's on the brink of collapse. Scheherazade allows herself a moment of peace and self-assurance as she glances at her health bar, shield up as to protect her from any and all attacks. Her health bar is in yellow, a dangerous, teetering color, but it's not real damage, and it'll be restored after the duel, so she doesn't worry. Not yet. Two more hits, or one particularly strong one, and she's under ten percent, meaning that the duel's over. Scheherazade takes a moment to steady herself, and by now, she blinks quietly at Rue. Honor. Promise. Strength. These material, fleeting things, so unimportant and yet so valued and shoved aside, fill her with energy, a quiet, pulsing thing that makes her heart race and blood warm. Her weapon locks into place. Her eyes steel. Scheherazade assesses, serious, and then attacks. She weighs all her strength into her attacks that she can muster, and strikes like a viper, deadly and thin and flexible and a real, deadly killer. Her eyes narrow as she strikes and this time, she veers off, in a direction that even she admits was unprecedented. It must be because of her erratic bursts of power, she thinks idly, and then she strikes again. Her movements are calculated to the best of her ability, and the blonde pushes back all her anxiety and fear and anger to just feel and fight. Her movements, she thinks, quietly, fiercely, emotionless mask still firmly in place, are elegant now, sharper, deadlier, a pretty sort of grace that would make a lesser warrior step back and rethink their strategy. Her years of dance and tears and sweat and blood pour in, and they flood her senses and reassure her that she's alive. She strikes at Rue's head and side and anything that she can see or hit easily with moving hits that slide off course sometimes at differing moments and sometimes they don't, just to keep the girl guessing. Her shield's up, keeping her body covered and fending off any hits, barely, perhaps, but she hits and she tries to hit hard. One of these blows has to hit, no matter how lightly, she thinks as she grits her teeth and fights harder and pushes further. It's actually quite surprising how the fatigue that plagued her is currently gone. Probably the adrenaline speaking, she knows, but it's enough to keep her constantly moving in a fluid pattern that isn't really a pattern because it's unpredictable. She forgoes more of the flashy moves and they're instead practical, quick and smooth and graceful, her sometimes jeté-ing because she doesn't quite remember how to jump otherwise. Scheherazade tries for one deep slash on Rue's eye to her cheek and then jumps back in the span of a second, doing a lazily off-center spin that makes her hope that a hit is nearly impossibly to land, since she's twisting and turning and then out of reach. Her eyes lock on Rue.

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[Rue]

"Never Falter Never Look Back!" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ Rue Lv5

Rue feels the girl's body tightening around her blade. If this were a real fight she would of been dead, but they are in a fake world none of this is real no matter how real it feels. Just cause these bodies of code represent our real physical forms, and the threat of death to our minds and body still does not make it real only a game with real consequence. Feeling a foot push her Back, Rue took the blade out and moved back. Rue moves back into her stance and glares at the blond dancer. If this were not a duel, Rue would not give her time to rest. She would press the attack, not giving her time to collect herself and get her weapon back. Rue's and Scheherazade's eyes meet, her calm eyes blink at the fiery ambers eyes of Rue. Steading herself and showing no sighs of conceding to Rue. The shy and nervous girl stare back a Rue with her mask of a emotionless face met Rue's mask. Rue lifted her shield up under her eyes and hovered her sword over the shield. A yellow aura outlined the small tank as she understood that their fight would be coming to a close soon. The moonlight shone down on the two warriors as Scheherazade steeled herself for the ending of their duel. Scheherazade moved in on the small glowing wall and attacked with all of the strength she could muster. Pushing all of her feelings aside she put everything into the fight. Attacking Rue she swing at the small girl without any hesitation, this may of just been a duel but it was a challenge she would not back down from. Rue let the attacks hit, she felt the girl's soul with every slice made on her body. However it was just a duel, and her art and high defence made the knightly girl's attacks look like she was hitting the younger girl with a toy weapon. Scheherazade's movement and attacks become more practical, and unpredictable. Her moves were not as flashy and used less unnecessary movement. This was Scheherazade's real ability. Seeing all she needed to see Rue started to block and dodge the attacks again. The knight go's in for an attack aiming at her opponents amber eye. Rue's shield knocked the knight's ax away from her eye and body with inhuman speed. Scheherazade jumps back to try and avoid the younger girl's attack. As she moves back she sees Rue in front of her, the small tank's yellow aura is gone. The adrenaline makes everything appear slower as a familiar pain racks the girl's chest. Imbedded in her chest was Rue's sword with a red aura surrounding the blade. Scheherazade's health plummets as she blade slowly sinks into her chest yet again. Rue takes her blade out of the valiant knight who fought with everything she had. Sheathing her blade, Rue catches the knightly women as she falls down from her loss. Rue holds her up, and does not let her fall keeping her on her two feet as she uses Rue's shoulder and arm as support. As Scheherazade recovers, Rue lets her support herself. Looking at the girl who may of not won, but she showed great skill and the soul of a warrior. Rue's expression was calm, and her eyes showed respect for the girl. " What is your name"? Rue asked for the knight's name with a tone of respect.

[Scheherazade]

\ "My faith is seared into my skin; burned into my worldly flesh with ink as a reminder that I can never give it up. It is a burden that is worth nothing and everything. It is my pain." ☒ Rue ✐ 000 ✉ The shy aspect of Lapis returns. And some strange daydream dramatics. XD Scheherazade Lv1

Scheherazade coughs dryly as she leans on Rue, refusing to flinch at her touch. Once she can stand, she waves a hand to acknowledge the fact and hesitantly tries out her legs. She feels slow, sluggish, and yet exhilarated, though her features are carefully schooled. She feels like a newborn doe, and her legs feel flimsy and delicate. How odd. Perhaps it's an end-of duel sort of thing? She sighs at the thought, and is then brought out of her reverie by her question. She clears her throat hesitantly. "Scheherazade." Her eyes gleam with something akin to interest. Her mother used to whisper old lore about names, and how they held power. A true name had the most power, the crippling sensation of lightning, the power of divine creatures that snaked around your body and murmured out lies, the power of a foreign king with cunning eyes and thousands of knights and soldiers under his command, ready to spill blood on the golden battlefields of new dawns. Amaryllis Scheherazade Ansari. Her true name. Am I strong? She quietly asks her inner voices, these feelings, these demons, these truths inside of her. Am I strong? Will I become strong? She blinks. Maybe that killing blow made her more delirious than she thought. The blonde huffs in amusement at the thought before vanishing her shield for a minute. This girl should take it as it is-a gesture of trust. She still keeps her axe out, though, in case of a rogue player or maybe a PKer. This girl may be strong, but the green player has her own worth. She stands more steadily and steps neatly back to scan the area around, the familiar, reassuring weight of her axe in her hand grounding her. It's getting dark, almost too dark for her to see. She's not sure if the light aquamarine-haired girl has Night Vision or not, so she merely tells her that Scheherazade doesn't and it's probably best if she heads back. The blonde gives her a quiet, shy look that she hopes somehow conveys her curiosity at when, exactly, she'll hear back from the guild. But the blonde dismisses the topic easily. No need to be pushy. She tugs on a braid, one strategically placed way under the others and would be difficult to touch in any given circumstance, and her whole hairstyle falls apart, reaching her ankles. She sighs before pulling it up into a long, long ponytail, her ribbon silky against her fingertips as she tilts her head in question to whether they're heading back or not, timidness seeping back into her body. It's true, the battlefield is more her element. She can charm as well as anyone, she knows that, if you put her in a proper dress and push her into a ball or a gala or a party, hair pinned up and bejeweled with hair clips. But her shyness inhibits her then, or perhaps it's more like a wariness, a distrust of people. The young woman blinks and suddenly finds she still craves a goblet of eton mess, though they don't serve any on Floor 1. Hopefully, they'll be plenty of decadent desserts by the time they reach the 70th floor or so. She sends a quietly companionable smile to Rue as they walk, and hums so quietly it blends in with the wind, tiny, beating notes that vibrate against her throat.

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[Rue]

"Never Falter Never Look Back!" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ Rue Lv5

As Scheherazade waved Rue let her stand on her own. The knightly girl's legs quaked like jelly as she recovered from the game's loss status. As her body control returned to her, Rue’s interest in who she was brought out a dreamy expression on the girl's face as she cleared her throat to answer. Scheherazade she answered with a spark of interest in her eye. She went back into her dreamy state as her name must of meant something personal to her. The knightly girl showed great skill when she threw herself into battle. Rue wanted to call her by her name to show that she respected her skill and will. Looking down and tapping her shield with her free hand see would try and pronounce the girl's name. " Sche..her..az.a.de.."? "Sch..e..he..ra..za..de"? The small aquamarine haired girl continued to try and pronounce the girl's name. It sounded arabic and familiar to the girl, maybe she heard it in a book she had read once. As the knight would philosophical question herself. Rue would continue to speak softly as she tried to correctly say her name. " Scheherrra.... Sceherza... SCHEHERRAZADE". Rue looked up as she correctly said the girl's name. The small tank smiled at the girl as she felt slight accomplishment at correctly saying her name. Noticing that she unequiped her shield, but kept her ax out. Rue unequip hers as well to show the same amount of respect and trust back to her, at least she thinks that what her reason was. Darkness fell on the girls so fast without them even knowing, how long did the duel take as Rue thought to herself. It would not affect their ability to travel back to town, as Rue had purposely made the duel area near the town entrance. As they moved towards the light of the town, Rue was about to see the quite shy look that she gave her. Rue looked back at her inquisitively, did she want to ask her a question? Rue continued to look at her as she tugged at her hair releasing her long platinum blond hair. Rue softly grabbed the tip of a collection of her neck length hair. First Janerio, Now Scheherazade, their beautiful long hair made Rue's pale in comparison. With the girl's long braided ponytail and ribbon, the meek and timidness flowed out with her, along with the silvery golden locks. Looking at the girl as her shy nature confused the small girl. How could someone as strong, beautiful as her be so weak willed out of combat. Rue looked at the girl with interest and confusion as she could not grasp her complete change in personality in and out of combat. Rue could understand the change in your attitude when fighting you need to be calm and focused in a fight for life and death. She could however understand how she could be so shy and meek. Scheherazade look over to Rue as she hummed. Giving a companionable smile to Rue caused to small girl to look at her back with a relaxed look and a small smile. Rue was going to speak to the girl and ask her about herself a little... When a grumbling sounds of her stomach interrupted her as she was going to speak. Looking away slightly embarrassed, she had been fighting all day and did not eat anything because of it. The sounds of her stomach hummed along with Scheherazade's humming.” I was busy with the guild's activities today, and i forgot to eat.... Would you like to join me for dinner? It will be my treat, and will talk about the guild". Rue tried to explain away her reason for the embarrassing outburst, as they walked into town together.

[Scheherazade]

\ "My faith is seared into my skin; burned into my worldly flesh with ink as a reminder that I can never give it up. It is a burden that is worth nothing and everything. It is my pain." ☒ Rue ✐ 000 ✉ Food will be coming, I presume? Scheherazade Lv1

"Of course," Scheherazade murmurs, slightly startled. The shock makes her loose her timid composure for a minute, and she blinks in surprise. "I would be honored to accompany you to dinner." Her words make her startle for a minute, and she tenses for a split second before shaking it off. The first line of order would probably be to take off her armor, and since they're in a safe zone already, she does just that, flicking her wrist to let a white and orange menu appear, clicking on "Inventory" with a smooth gesture. The sensation of cold metal against her already chilled skin is welcomed, and she sighs in sheer pleasure from the relief that the smoother, less coarse material of her other clothes provide. She coils her hair into a single huge curl that'll rest over her left shoulder, and runs her hands lightly over the simple garments that rest on her frame. They're not fancy, instead a simply elegant piece in the color of a gorgeous pale cream that has a pretty golden sheen on the fabric. It was an off-shoulder piece that was flowy and clung to her hips and then let go, flaring into a wider skirt that ended at her ankles or so. Pretty, of course, but terribly unpractical. She was going to freeze, honestly, no matter how pretty she looked. She lets out a breath, and then frowns when she sees it almost disappear into the air with a cloud of translucent white. Definitely not good. The temperature was dropping fast, and yet...she sighed. It was probably best if they were near their location by now. She tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and blinked, lilac eyes sharp and alert. Her eyes flicker as she registers the strange emptiness of the town, a couple of stragglers pausing here and there to talk. Is it really that late? She hums in disapproval. There's an admiring glance thrown here or there, but she finds herself slipping into her old socialite persona, more confident and elegant than she remembers herself, even. She throws back level gazes to those looks and finds herself almost comfortable with this girl. A small, slightly surprised smile plays on her lips as walks. It's like she's found herself in her skin again. Her axe catches the lamplight as she strides alongside Rue, and then she puts it away, metal shimmering before disappearing completely. Suddenly, she pauses mid-step, the heels of her shoes clicking against stone. The blonde turns questioningly to Rue, tilting her head the tiniest bit, even as they resume their walking. Scheherazade clears her throat quietly. "Excuse me, but I don't believe I ever caught your name."

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[Rue]

"Never Falter Never Look Back!" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ Rue Lv5

Rue looked up at the surprising response of the shy Scheherazade. Her timidness seemed to completely dissolve as she accepted Rue's invitation. Rue watched as Scheherazade opened her menu and opened her inventory. Exchanging her simple plate armor for a simple elegant pale cream garment that blended well with her complexion and hair colour. She looked even like royalty in her simple yet flattering clothing. Her choice of clothing was not the best as the girl's breaths were shown by the cold frigid air of the night. The streets were fairly empty, however the well dressed girl got glances from the few passers by as they continued to walk towards the inn. The light dressed girl would only have to withstand her poor choice of clothing for a bit longer as the inn came within sight. Rue noticed that Scheherazade had put away her ax. Not wanting to seems as she distrusted the knightly girl, Rue sent her iron sword into her inventory. Her leather armor tightly contorted around the small tank's lith form. Following suit with her companion a blue light enveloped Rue body. Not having anything on hand besides her rather intricate dress she used at the dance and her navy blue spring dress. Choosing the simpler dress with frills, and equipping it. The simple blue dress was not nearly as revealing as her armor, only hugging her slim figure. The tapping of her blue flats hit the stone with her companions clicks of her heels. Scheherazade paused in mid step and looked to Rue who was tying two black ribbons into to small bows on each side holding her bangs back. Rue looked to the taller girl as she stopped and looked at her. Clearing her throat she asked Rue her name. Finishing tying the bows, and focusing more on Scheherazade. Her amber eyes were softer and her face was no longer hiding showing her pale doll like features. " i never did tell you my name.. sorry it's Rue". She felt the cold air on her skin and sympathize with Scheherazade, luckily they were a few feet from the inn. Looking back at the well dressed Sche and then to the inn. " I think we're a bit overdressed given that only the inns our open at this time". Rue smiled at her fellow companion who seemed to be very relaxed around the small tank now. Entering the inn it was rather full. Player relaxing and drinking as another day had passed. As the two girl's entered they were hit with whistles and comments. Rue ignored the drunken comments and found a more private booth for her and her guest. Taking a seat on the opposite side of the blond haired girl. A barmaid came by and asked for their orders? Without hesitations Rue knew exactly what she would like. " Smoked salmon with a side of rice and sautéed vegetables". Rue was starving as she had not eaten all day do to the guild business she had tended to with Elpharae. Collecting herself from her hungry gaze she looked to Scheherazade and waited for her to order. " Your welcome to join our guild if you wish, you are more than capable of handling yourself. Before you join let me tell you about it before you decide on anything, just in case it's not what you're interested in. Our guild is called Elysian, It's main goal is to escape this game we are all trapped in. We also defend and help weaker players in hopes that they will become stronger and help break out of our prison". Their food and drinks arrives as Rue continues explaining the guild. Her attention was drawn towards the food as she refocused herself. " Right now we only have four members, and all of us are in the threes to fives in terms of levels. We do have expectations of our members, we have to be role models for the player base to put it in the guild leader's words. If you wish to join i'll send Athena a recommendation, giving how you performed you will be most likely accepted". With her explanation done, Rue sticks her fork into a vegetable and begins to eat unable to hold back her hunger any longer.

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[Scheherazade]

\ "My faith is seared into my skin; burned into my worldly flesh with ink as a reminder that I can never give it up. It is a burden that is worth nothing and everything. It is my pain." ☒ Rue ✐ 000 ✉ *searches up food that Scheherazade might like* Scheherazade Lv1

Scheherazade smiled at her companion over a glass of clear, iced water, fingers smoothly running over the frosty sides. "Gravlax and a semla bun, please. Cloudberries if you have them as well. Thank you." The familiar Swedish terms rolled off her tongue, and she blinked at the thought, sliding her menu aside to fold her hands up beneath her chin. Rue began to talk, and her eyes narrowed slightly as she listened to the younger player speak, focused and sharp, eyelashes lazily sweeping her sharp cheekbones as she closed her eyes and focused as she unfolded her hands and leaned on her right. "How is the guild run?" She delicately raised an eyebrow, trying to break in further as she took her fork and languidly bit into a piece of still-warm food that just arrived, patting her mouth with a napkin. Right, manners. The very thought reminded her of her boarding school in Sweden, and the thought made her shudder, even as she thanked the waiter and waved him away. "A council, based on a republic? A single guild master? Are there ranks? What about support? And your crest as well as your uniform?" Her eyes were bright and curious as she blinked at the other. "If I may inquire about your guild some more?" She sipped at her water, feeling ice nudge the side of her lips. Setting down her glass, the blonde continued on. "You say that you 'help' and defend weaker players in hopes that they will become stronger and help break out of our prison. What does that mean? Do you offer them money, protect them with your strength, or even bring them under your guidance? Do you feed them, give them a place at your guild? If you could elaborate there, I would be most grateful. She nodded thankfully at Rue's words about a recommendation, smiling in light gratitude, and then returned to eating her food, finishing her gravlax and setting her fork down. She let it settle while she drank a little more from her glass of water, and then, sitting back, she patted her lips lightly with a napkin, the movements more bred into her than anything. Her lilac eyes found Rue's again, and this time, there were covered by a veneer of sheepish amusement. "My apologies for being so curious, but I would like to know about the guild I may join." Angel's Requiem had never been about hitting the floors-instead, the members of the guild were more focused about pure combat and defense. They were small, but relatively well-known amongst the player base. Of course, they weren't seething, powerful tanks that were able to destroy everyone, but were geared towards more...duel situations. They went on parties to hunt and get stronger (and have fun, but that went without saying) and PvPed everyone who would dare. I've obviously lost my skill. Or maybe this girl is just really that talented with her sword and shield. Scheherazade had been a swordswoman then, with a longsword, but now she had an ax, raring to try something new. She refocused her attention on the semla bun before her, gauging the size before sighing and picking up her knife and fork, actually cutting it apart. There was another fork, too, nestled in a small, tiny really, ball of cloudberries. She finished her pastry and then stacked the plate on top of her other plate, humming quietly as she brought the small bowl of cloudberries to her eye, waiting for Rue's response.

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