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Agnes Fairhair
Mentions: - | Interactions: @Sir Les Paul (Midori), Sybil (Adra)
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Agnes was beginning to think she shouldn’t have come here. The whole events of the morning seemed to be more of a hassle to her than anything else. Perhaps she should have gone to the park, like she was told to, and play the good little girl like she was meant to. Work hard and work with the others. That was the mantra her dad left her with while she was recuperating from the island fiasco.

She hadn’t been able to even follow that mantra very well, given the words being tossed between them all.

Agnes knew why they were here, like Midori said. Everybody knew why they were here. Sure, she had a choice in whether or not she would come here, but she was purely curious, equally selfish, to see what this was all about.
So being chastised, told to clear her fucking head and get a grip, was something, at first, that she shouldn’t have taken well. There were the remnants of some sort of flush of shame, of assuming and focusing on her own needs and desires. Then, being told to cool off, that should have made her angrier. She could have gone off, acting hoighty toighty, perhaps in some dramatic outburst that most people had rumoured to see her in.

‘How dare you? You think you can speak to me like that?’ Agnes could have so easily snapped, caused a scene. She should have fed the rumours with truth and confirm how much of a bossy, arrogant control freak she really was. She was close to rising to it, with a clenched fist, and an ever-reddening face.

But she didn’t.

She had better things to get hot and bothered about.

Agnes gave a quiet huff, blowing off the steam, pulling down and straightening her jacket, even if it was just her casual dress. “Fine,” she mumbled. It was of no consequence to her. With Adra’s request – even if such a request was veiled with the excuse of a headache neither knew to be true – she did walk ahead of her.

 

[BriiAngelic]

• Tau || Psyos Caster of Storms

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  Casting Families: Elemental, Familiar, Enchantment
  Tristan: Healthy, Inactive
  Tsukino: Healthy, Active
  Translation: Storms Shimmer
  
  Tags:
  Vega ( Elenion Aura )

  ~ Crona Memorial Park ~
  More || Tau's CS File
  
  Her answer was a snarl. Fitting. So it was time to go wild huh? She missed that. Her expression turned to one of a cheeky smirk. The pure undamped power the fae played with at their fingertips. She unraveled her wing and let them beat at each other as she rose in the air. She flicked her rings around her fingers as she started to channel up magic in the earth below her.
  
  And then the blast came.
  
  She only barely had time to pull the earth into a makeshift shield in front of her before she dashed to the right in the air. The earth crumbled into dust from the blast as it went even further past to where she’d been just standing. Oh she was right he was strong. She let out a cheerful laugh at the thought. Tsukiko came rushing forwards expanding her arms before getting into a fighting stance.
  
  “Nice one! nice one! But can you catch me now?”
  
  She flung her hand forwards letting the crumbled competition of earth turn to dust to obscure the scene. She wasn’t sure what type of abilities this fae species had so for all she knew he’d see right through the parlor trick but it would give her some room for now. Neither Tsukiko nor herself had many strong sensing abilities but both fae were predators of Volgeia and it showed in Tsukiko's prowl.
  
  She rose her hands to the sky in a sweeping arc to summon the magic she needed to make the area cloud over.
  
  “καταιγίδες λαμπυρίζουν”
  
  She channeled her excitement into the clouds above, the stronger her emotions the better the result. She fluttered around trying to look through the dust at where her playmate had gone.
  
  “Do you like rain? I do. It reminds me so much of home. Does Polemos have rain?”
  
  

 

[Sybil]

Adrasteia Chandrice
"Whiplash"

If sanity was a plate, it just got a crack in it.
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The whip was stunned silent, her pupils shrinking in surprise and looking directly at the departing multi-formed weapon. It was something that felt like a smack to the face, like some sort of sick joke that had rattled her brain. How could this have happened? One minute it was honest attempts from both... and now this denial? This almost blatant rejection? What was this?!

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I want to watch him die. This sick joke of a creature. This sick fucking mongrel with the charisma of a dung beetle. This fucking sore winner, this sorry shit stain actually walks away THE MINUTE Agnes shows signs of her not immediately accepting his ass when he plays his biggest card despite it being obvious that he was the fucking victor. IS HE JUST THINKING BECAUSE I AM HERE AND NOT OPENLY DENIED THAT HIS ACT WAS FOR SHOW?! WHAT IS AGNES NOW LESSER OF AN OPTION? TOO HIGH OF STANDARDS? OR IT IS JUST BECAUSE HE JUST CAN’T STAND TO BE WRONG THAT SAD WASTE OF POWERS WRAPPED IN MIDDLE SCHOOL MINDSET OF WHAT COOL IS?!

The weapon just watched the other departureas they continued to wear a face of disbelief, but in the end the face always held a lot for Adra. It usually was a prominent way to tell the emotions the girl had, but she kept it to stunned before just watching with a more neutral than before.

It took the meister speaking one word to keep them on the level, their mind buzzing like a hive as they wrestled with this emotion of not only defeat but defeat followed by some disgusting denial. What she couldn’t figure out was what the unpredictable weapon would do next, and it infuriated her as she mulled over her own frustrations. It was fortunate that Agnes naturally seemed to walk ahead, as the weapon needed the passive guidance lest she stray from the path.

Location: Dall Island
Mentions: Arcanist @Sir Les Paul The Regal Rper

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