Melon Bomb
hi i make bad decisions
Through the reflection of her spotless blade, Vie admired the perfect waviness of her hair as she gingerly ran her fingers through her locks. Lookin' cute! The more apparent scrapes and bruises were already beginning to heal thanks to her fae blood save for some conspicuous gashes lingering on her elbows, but those were covered up anyway. In contrast, Kezine stood beside her sloppy as all hell. Short as it was, her hair was frayed in a dozen different directions, shirt was on backwards, skirt was terribly wrinkled and uneven. . .
Kezine's earrings dangled as she tilted her head, raising a brow as the statue attempted to profile her.
"Yeah, tell me something I don't know," she said, ignoring it and casually prodding at it with her weapon. "What are you, anyway? A spirit? Artificial?" Leaning back, she looked up and squinted. Other than its silhouette, none of its features were clear as a result of its armor - speaking of which, does it even need armor?
When the towering knight addressed Vie, she stowed her sword away and snapped to attention stiff as a board, listening silently and respectfully like she was at a military orientation or something. She nodded in agreement as the guardian revealed her weaknesses, briefly reflecting on each one as they were run by her. It reminded her of her training with Dagne - before she was even permitted to wield the blade, she was first required to assess her state of mind. A tool without guidance is merely a weapon of violence, she had explained. And guidance does not only come from within. The path of heroism is not truly a path, but rather an intricate web, and one must discover how to bend it without breaking it.
As the guardian wrapped up its evaluations, the doorways opened and silvery light spilled into the chambers. Kezine stepped inside with little hesitation, and Vie exchanged nervous glances between the others before heading in, seeeing them off with a smile.
"Good luck everyone! Be safe!"
Leaving them with those words, she followed after Kezine and vanished into the light.
Kezine's earrings dangled as she tilted her head, raising a brow as the statue attempted to profile her.
"Yeah, tell me something I don't know," she said, ignoring it and casually prodding at it with her weapon. "What are you, anyway? A spirit? Artificial?" Leaning back, she looked up and squinted. Other than its silhouette, none of its features were clear as a result of its armor - speaking of which, does it even need armor?
When the towering knight addressed Vie, she stowed her sword away and snapped to attention stiff as a board, listening silently and respectfully like she was at a military orientation or something. She nodded in agreement as the guardian revealed her weaknesses, briefly reflecting on each one as they were run by her. It reminded her of her training with Dagne - before she was even permitted to wield the blade, she was first required to assess her state of mind. A tool without guidance is merely a weapon of violence, she had explained. And guidance does not only come from within. The path of heroism is not truly a path, but rather an intricate web, and one must discover how to bend it without breaking it.
As the guardian wrapped up its evaluations, the doorways opened and silvery light spilled into the chambers. Kezine stepped inside with little hesitation, and Vie exchanged nervous glances between the others before heading in, seeeing them off with a smile.
"Good luck everyone! Be safe!"
Leaving them with those words, she followed after Kezine and vanished into the light.