Understand what?[X] Stay hidden and very still and wait.
-[X] Try to summon your power and make a noise on the other side of the men.
Through the Ages, A Magical Girls Dynasty Quest
Understand what?[X] Stay hidden and very still and wait.
-[X] Try to summon your power and make a noise on the other side of the men.
OctarineShrike
Avatar of Mandos
[X] Stay hidden and very still and wait.
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Jeanne 8 - Safe For Now
midnightmissiles
Princess of Memes, Shitposts, and Puns
As the men approached closer and closer, Jeanne felt all she could hear was her own heart beat growing louder and louder in her ears. She never felt fear quite like this before in her life. In the moments of the battle three days ago, the rush of magic in her veins and the power singing her ears kept her from stopping and feeling fear. All she could compare this feeling to was the moments of childhood, when she had made small mistakes or white lies, and hoped against hope that her Papa and Mama would not find out. Those were moments like using the wagon and having one of the wheels fall off... how could such a thing, which at the time she compared to the end of the world, possibly compare to now?
Even her breathing seemed too loud, and Jeanne covered her mouth. Her hands were shaking. No matter how she arranged her fingers, she felt like she couldn't cover her face to her satisfaction.
Suddenly, a foot stepped down against the ground just before her eyes. It was just inches away. Jeanne thought the sound of the pebbles and dry earth being crushed under the heel sounded so like how her bones might sound once these men found her. Her eyes widened further and she tried to shrink into herself.
But the man's companion called out, "Hey, she's probably run off. The Count's not going to be happy, this girl looked around the age..."
From Jeanne's perspective, the foot turned around. Just a meter above her head, a man's voice sounded, "Well... we could just not tell him? After all, if this was some kind of miracle girl or a new local hedge witch, wouldn't she have run off like some peasant girl. Probably thought we were going to have our way with her. Haha."
There was an echo to the chortling from the other man. "Weren't we?"
"Ha!" The first man slapped his knee. "Well, let's get back on the road, no point in wasting time here."
The men's voices soon faded into the distance, "There is a new girl at the brothel, I bet you she..."
Jeanne stayed still even after their voices disappeared.
She shivered.
It was near dusk when she finally summoned the courage to crawl out of the mess of bushes and dirt she had inadvertently hidden herself in. The sky was orange and approaching red, like how she imagined her eyes to look at the moment. Jeanne sniffled silently.
"I forget you are just a girl," The Echo of Sanguinius said finally.
Jeanne huddled into her arms, almost unwilling to acknowledge the Echo's existence. Finally, she asked, "Why couldn't I summon the power?"
"It is a goddess-given power, but it cannot carry you through every trial and tribulation." The Echo replied, "For one such as you, just barely any different from your fellow mortal, even using it once a ten-day might be too much for your body to handle. You could have tried to confront them; I would have liked to see if you could have summoned the armor again. It would have been a nice test."
She was appalled, yet should didn't know how to voice it. After all, this was the echo of the angel who bestowed the power onto her, and it stayed with her to aide her.
How could she complain?
Instead, Jeanne turned to her more present worries. She was hungry having not eaten in days, she was tired and she probably couldn't summon the power she had, immediately. Night was falling, and she wasn't sure where she was.
[ ] Go deeper into the forest, looking for shelter.
[ ] Retrace her steps, find the road, find a town to rest and heal.
[ ] Turn west and go towards The Garden of Gallia, where the royal court is.
[ ] Find the local Bourgogne and join them; they won't expect this.
Even her breathing seemed too loud, and Jeanne covered her mouth. Her hands were shaking. No matter how she arranged her fingers, she felt like she couldn't cover her face to her satisfaction.
Suddenly, a foot stepped down against the ground just before her eyes. It was just inches away. Jeanne thought the sound of the pebbles and dry earth being crushed under the heel sounded so like how her bones might sound once these men found her. Her eyes widened further and she tried to shrink into herself.
But the man's companion called out, "Hey, she's probably run off. The Count's not going to be happy, this girl looked around the age..."
From Jeanne's perspective, the foot turned around. Just a meter above her head, a man's voice sounded, "Well... we could just not tell him? After all, if this was some kind of miracle girl or a new local hedge witch, wouldn't she have run off like some peasant girl. Probably thought we were going to have our way with her. Haha."
There was an echo to the chortling from the other man. "Weren't we?"
"Ha!" The first man slapped his knee. "Well, let's get back on the road, no point in wasting time here."
The men's voices soon faded into the distance, "There is a new girl at the brothel, I bet you she..."
Jeanne stayed still even after their voices disappeared.
She shivered.
It was near dusk when she finally summoned the courage to crawl out of the mess of bushes and dirt she had inadvertently hidden herself in. The sky was orange and approaching red, like how she imagined her eyes to look at the moment. Jeanne sniffled silently.
"I forget you are just a girl," The Echo of Sanguinius said finally.
Jeanne huddled into her arms, almost unwilling to acknowledge the Echo's existence. Finally, she asked, "Why couldn't I summon the power?"
"It is a goddess-given power, but it cannot carry you through every trial and tribulation." The Echo replied, "For one such as you, just barely any different from your fellow mortal, even using it once a ten-day might be too much for your body to handle. You could have tried to confront them; I would have liked to see if you could have summoned the armor again. It would have been a nice test."
She was appalled, yet should didn't know how to voice it. After all, this was the echo of the angel who bestowed the power onto her, and it stayed with her to aide her.
How could she complain?
Instead, Jeanne turned to her more present worries. She was hungry having not eaten in days, she was tired and she probably couldn't summon the power she had, immediately. Night was falling, and she wasn't sure where she was.
[ ] Go deeper into the forest, looking for shelter.
[ ] Retrace her steps, find the road, find a town to rest and heal.
[ ] Turn west and go towards The Garden of Gallia, where the royal court is.
[ ] Find the local Bourgogne and join them; they won't expect this.
[X] Turn west and go towards The Garden of Gallia, where the royal court is.
obssesednuker
Commander of 10 Million Men
- Location
- In the Kremlin, activating Perimtr.
[X] Turn west and go towards The Garden of Gallia, where the royal court is.
Jeanne 9 - Manifest Destiny
midnightmissiles
Princess of Memes, Shitposts, and Puns
Her home would only surround her with those who held her back. These roads are filled with enemies. These forests are dark and unkind. These lands between Gallia and the Saint Empire were known as Lotheringia, filled with a hundred years of battles, of tens of different, small wars. Yet Lotheringia was not place to live in. The tensions were high, the food was scarce, the people lost and its leaders petty.
Go west, young lass. Go west, young lass, go west and raise the country to glory.
But Jeanne knew this was medicine easier given than taken; she traveled the long road for many nights and many days without stopping for much more than a nap and a drink. Her mind grew dizzy and her sight wavering, and her wrists uneasy and trembling. She ran and ran and ran away from the lands of conflict to the lands of power, where she might immediately change the course of history. Past the Albion-infested Troy, she went, but not yet did she arrive in the frontier citadel of Orleans, nor did she arrive at the Bourgogne stronghold of Nevers.
She soon found herself lost among the wilderness, realizing how little she truly knew of her nation, of how little her parents have taught her.
It was at the intersection of the three territories that Jeanne found herself without strength to keep running. The Echo of Sanguinius never once gave kind advice; Jeanne found it rather made observations of her and sought to learn of her abilities and will with an almost too clean and too clinical attitude. It caused her heart to shiver to listen to the angelic voice so cold, despite its ability to fill her fingers with warmth...
... as if she had peeked at what was beneath the mask and found her resolve wanting.
Jeanne collapsed, not because her spirit was unwilling, but because her body was unable. She could not have stopped, not in the lands occupied by the Albionese and the Bourgogne; both would have forced her hand, should she have stayed. She knew that much at least. But as she finally could not hold out any longer and rested at the edge of a pond, the Echo offered a single piece of kindly advice, "Be wary, Jeanne. There is a mysterious air about this place."
Jeanne blinked and looked around, seeing nothing but the lush green forest around the clear pond. But something sparkled within the waters, and she felt a profound urge beckoning her to stay and pray.
"Perhaps these waters are blessed?" She wondered.
The Echo offered no response.
This unsettled her, but she felt perhaps now, she ought to pray and give thanks for still being alive. The waters were serene and so was the air, the morning sky was blue and cool against her skin. She felt refreshed just sitting at the banks of these waters, though perhaps she had imagined something in the middle of the small pond, like a hand, holding a sword out of the waters, but that must have been the starvation playing tricks on her mind...
"... Amen."
The Echo was oddly silent, so much so that Jeanne could not feel is presence watching her. Perhaps it was dangerous to stay after its warning, but she could not help but feel at ease and pulled towards the waters...
[ ] Drink from these waters.
[ ] Wash and cleanse at shore.
[ ] Dive and bath in the depths.
[ ] Summon armor, destroy pond.
Go west, young lass. Go west, young lass, go west and raise the country to glory.
But Jeanne knew this was medicine easier given than taken; she traveled the long road for many nights and many days without stopping for much more than a nap and a drink. Her mind grew dizzy and her sight wavering, and her wrists uneasy and trembling. She ran and ran and ran away from the lands of conflict to the lands of power, where she might immediately change the course of history. Past the Albion-infested Troy, she went, but not yet did she arrive in the frontier citadel of Orleans, nor did she arrive at the Bourgogne stronghold of Nevers.
She soon found herself lost among the wilderness, realizing how little she truly knew of her nation, of how little her parents have taught her.
It was at the intersection of the three territories that Jeanne found herself without strength to keep running. The Echo of Sanguinius never once gave kind advice; Jeanne found it rather made observations of her and sought to learn of her abilities and will with an almost too clean and too clinical attitude. It caused her heart to shiver to listen to the angelic voice so cold, despite its ability to fill her fingers with warmth...
... as if she had peeked at what was beneath the mask and found her resolve wanting.
Jeanne collapsed, not because her spirit was unwilling, but because her body was unable. She could not have stopped, not in the lands occupied by the Albionese and the Bourgogne; both would have forced her hand, should she have stayed. She knew that much at least. But as she finally could not hold out any longer and rested at the edge of a pond, the Echo offered a single piece of kindly advice, "Be wary, Jeanne. There is a mysterious air about this place."
Jeanne blinked and looked around, seeing nothing but the lush green forest around the clear pond. But something sparkled within the waters, and she felt a profound urge beckoning her to stay and pray.
"Perhaps these waters are blessed?" She wondered.
The Echo offered no response.
This unsettled her, but she felt perhaps now, she ought to pray and give thanks for still being alive. The waters were serene and so was the air, the morning sky was blue and cool against her skin. She felt refreshed just sitting at the banks of these waters, though perhaps she had imagined something in the middle of the small pond, like a hand, holding a sword out of the waters, but that must have been the starvation playing tricks on her mind...
"... Amen."
The Echo was oddly silent, so much so that Jeanne could not feel is presence watching her. Perhaps it was dangerous to stay after its warning, but she could not help but feel at ease and pulled towards the waters...
[ ] Drink from these waters.
[ ] Wash and cleanse at shore.
[ ] Dive and bath in the depths.
[ ] Summon armor, destroy pond.
[X] Dive and bath in the depths.
obssesednuker
Commander of 10 Million Men
- Location
- In the Kremlin, activating Perimtr.
[X] Wash and cleanse at shore
Something about this pond is giving me warning vibes... but we do need rest and water. Let's not get too deep into it, mm'kay?
Something about this pond is giving me warning vibes... but we do need rest and water. Let's not get too deep into it, mm'kay?
OctarineShrike
Avatar of Mandos
[x] Wash and cleanse at shore.
Silvan Eldar
Delinquent Heir to Makai
- Location
- Here and There
[JK] Pose fabulously to the music of your people before confidently striding into the pond, only to emerge as the Ultimate Life Form.
More seriously.....I don't really trust our Angel friend....reminds me too much of a shadow that a Denarian from the Dresden Files would leave behind....
[X] Dive and bath in the depths.
There's a slight chance we could get an Excalibur expy, and with the Type-Moon tag........well, I'm willing to take the gamble.
More seriously.....I don't really trust our Angel friend....reminds me too much of a shadow that a Denarian from the Dresden Files would leave behind....
[X] Dive and bath in the depths.
There's a slight chance we could get an Excalibur expy, and with the Type-Moon tag........well, I'm willing to take the gamble.
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Silvan Eldar
Delinquent Heir to Makai
- Location
- Here and There
Yes, she is a Saber-clone.
Jeanne 10 - Call of Destiny
midnightmissiles
Princess of Memes, Shitposts, and Puns
Something about the pond gave Jeanne strange feelings, like butterflies in her tummy. With a splash and an accompanying 'tsuru tsuru~', she washed away the dirt that gathered over her complexion over the last few days and cleansed her mouth of the dust of the road. It was refreshing.
"I feel refreshed," She remarked conversationally, hoping to evoke more helpful hints from the Echo.
The echo stayed hidden, so where Jeanne originally wanted to simply stay ashore, she took the initiative to dive into the waters after shedding her dirty and sweat covered clothes. Ah, to dive into the clear waters was something so delightful--Jeanne knew too little of the way of the world to even question why such a still pond had nothing of algae or other such flora and critters growing within. She simply thought of it as a small miracle in her life, and she thought to take what she could get. After all, happiness is only what she could make for herself!
But diving deep, she realized that the pond was actually deeper than it looked from the outside. She held her breath and edged closer to the unfathomable depths, and something strange occurred.
The magical power within her--Jeanne, having felt and dreamed of it for many nights, knew what magic felt like as it coursed through her veins--burned, yet it did not boil her blood. Instead, she found herself unable to see and unable to swim or float out of the waters, as if she wasn't even there anymore. There was only the sound and sight of water all around her, then light through the water, from every direction.
No matter how far she swam, it was all the same, as if she never moved from that spot in the depths. Strange, she puzzled, why has she not drowned yet?
Around her, visions fluttered into focus and she realized she had to choose. Even though she could not just dive in, each was a moving image, almost like picking and choosing a memory, if only it were prophetic and strange and she was so filled with wonder and puzzlement...
[ ] ... a vision of a town burning, as people died at red and purple blades.
[ ] ... a vision of a city under siege, its rescuer sneaking in and charging out.
[ ] ... a vision of a warrior woman, leader before betrayal took her life.
[ ] ... a vision of a discredited knight, betraying his king and losing to madness.
"I feel refreshed," She remarked conversationally, hoping to evoke more helpful hints from the Echo.
The echo stayed hidden, so where Jeanne originally wanted to simply stay ashore, she took the initiative to dive into the waters after shedding her dirty and sweat covered clothes. Ah, to dive into the clear waters was something so delightful--Jeanne knew too little of the way of the world to even question why such a still pond had nothing of algae or other such flora and critters growing within. She simply thought of it as a small miracle in her life, and she thought to take what she could get. After all, happiness is only what she could make for herself!
But diving deep, she realized that the pond was actually deeper than it looked from the outside. She held her breath and edged closer to the unfathomable depths, and something strange occurred.
The magical power within her--Jeanne, having felt and dreamed of it for many nights, knew what magic felt like as it coursed through her veins--burned, yet it did not boil her blood. Instead, she found herself unable to see and unable to swim or float out of the waters, as if she wasn't even there anymore. There was only the sound and sight of water all around her, then light through the water, from every direction.
No matter how far she swam, it was all the same, as if she never moved from that spot in the depths. Strange, she puzzled, why has she not drowned yet?
Around her, visions fluttered into focus and she realized she had to choose. Even though she could not just dive in, each was a moving image, almost like picking and choosing a memory, if only it were prophetic and strange and she was so filled with wonder and puzzlement...
[ ] ... a vision of a town burning, as people died at red and purple blades.
[ ] ... a vision of a city under siege, its rescuer sneaking in and charging out.
[ ] ... a vision of a warrior woman, leader before betrayal took her life.
[ ] ... a vision of a discredited knight, betraying his king and losing to madness.
obssesednuker
Commander of 10 Million Men
- Location
- In the Kremlin, activating Perimtr.
[x] ... a vision of a city undersiege, its rescuer sneaking in and charging out.