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Aurora blinks in disbelief as she looks down at the sword and armor. She was trying to make sense of it all but decided to just accept it, to accept her new path. For some reason she was chosen to work with these mysterious items. She felt a quiet rush over her like a thousand waves followed by the soft sounds of Leon's breaths. Her heart began to pound and blood rushed to her cheeks then drained revealing a white face. Her pupils began to enlarge as if her eyes were ready to receive images that would be of great importance. She feels her legs shake and give way as if water were rushing against her. This ocean of strange memories came flooding in washing her mind. The vision took hold of her unfolding a strange story from a time long ago. So real it all seemed to her, like a distant memory from her past. The figure seated at the table in her vision spoke to her so directly, she felt as though there was a tone of familiarity. Aurora felt as though he was speaking to her, not the person who's eyes she borrowed for the vision. She followed the images like a candle down a dark hall until the end. As quickly as the vision came to her, it disappeared. She could feel bile in the back of her throat and the taste of iron from raw unbridled fear coated her tongue. A throbbing pain pulsed behind her eyes and the ancient voice still rung in her ears. "I-I will help you Attack Octavious" she says in a determined yet quiet voice. With one shaky hand she stables herself by clutching Leon. She looks at her husband's face reaching out to him, hoping to lock eyes. In a world that is constantly spinning he was a fixed point that kept her from falling. That was when she took in a deep breath and told herself a simple truth, "This is my life now, I will make the best of it. The only thing I can do is strive to find some answers to this mysterious sword, then maybe I can understand."
You said movement was 20 was that supposed to be an augment to my base speed then?
So is my new armor medium or heavy? If so I'm not proficent in either....
Aurora listens carefully to the curator, standing close to her husband. As long as he was near, she knew no real harm would fall on her. Her heart begins to race as the chaos around them starts to catch up with her mind. Her cheeks flush and a soft dew of sweat begins to form in her palms, yet panic does not set in like it normally would have. Her curiosity and thirst for more knowledge dampens her nerves a bit, allowing her to focus a bit more. While the curator speaks Aurora looks down at the sword in wonder. "How would I even begin to recreate the force that we could use to destroy him?" She takes a finger and gently traces the armor on her chest thoughtlessly.
Aurora's fighting style is a graceful dance as beautiful as it is deadly.
All done Shadow Assassin And Vanguard
What's some good bard spells for a character like Aurora? Most bard spells are either A: flashy or b: mind effecting which doesn't help in this campaign where mos of our enemies seem to be constructs or undead? Or crazy thought should I choose something like the Vanguard as my gestalt same spell progression as bard but it's the sorceror/wizard list and gives me some arcane oomph. So I could be our semi arcane character when we need one?
Thinking Dervish Dancer Bard.
Aurora was being led through the ruins of the library like a child by her hand. Even with the pungent scent of ash and corpse, she felt as though she were looking at the world through a pair of rose colored glasses. The chaos and destruction was not sinking in as it normally would have. She felt optimistic despite the horror unfolding before her. She knew that there were war jacks that could mindlessly consume her at any moment, yet she felt strangely placid. Suddenly the once serene feelings she had felt began to erode and the ceilings of her mind began to give way and buckle. An uninvited guest was coming and his name was despair. This dark visitor in her mind began assaulting her senses and rotting her thoughts like a bad disease. She could feel sadness, devastation and panic bubbling up through her. The pain she felt was as if someone took her future away and replaced it with an emptiness, then proceeded to tell her she would never grow old with her beloved husband. She could feel the sorrow pulsing from the sword, a low mournful vibration one would feel from a slow dirge. She turns to Leon with her eyes wild with panic. Cold tears took to her eyes and slithered down her face. Agony writhed within her. Her hands searched for Leon's frantically.
Leon silently watches the milling mass of undead. ::So sneak around or cut straight through them?:: He signs. :: Definately go around my love. I am afraid there are too many, perhaps it would be too great of a risk.:: she signs back quickly without taking her eyes off the undead.
A sense of urgency cuts through Aurora's battle haze. Seemingly imparted by the Skyblade. It seemed to be drawing her away from the beach and towards the city. She cracks her whip causing it to wrap around her body where she leaves the handle in easy reach. "Come on my beloved wolf there is something in the city....I don't know what but I am drawn to it."
"I would never mi amor." She says gently in return. "And besides, no else gets your crazy. I am the only one who understands it and you are the only one who gets mine."She tries desperately to soothe the dire feeling that clings to the air. Who in the seven hells would know that you like your tea strong and sweet, eggs well done with a pinch of salt and herb or that you talk more in your sleep then when awake? You are a very particular man mi amor! You are stuck with me.She makes sure to keep Leon supported, afraid that if he fell he wouldn't get up as easily.
Aurora feels a small wave of panic course through her every fiber as she watches her husband quake from the whole ordeal. Leon was not one to be shaken. "But first what my love" she answers in an anxious manner.The metallic taste of fear began to nestle in the back of her throat much like a sip from a tea with a bitter undertone: subtle but present. As Leon scans the remnants of the sniper so does Aurora. She knew exactly what her husband was thinking and hoped in some way to assist him.
Aurora heeding Leon and the pain of her injuries she moves back and attempts to heal some of her most grievous wounds. She activates the wand but the power coming from it was weaker than in times past. She glares at the sniper wondering if he has some sort of anti-magic field going.
As soon as Leon was freed from the snipers grip she slams the tonfa into him and slashes into him with the Skyblade.
Aurora feels the bullet pass through her shoulder but with the power of the lantern flowing through her she barely feels it. She forms a tonfa in her off hand and swings it in towards the undeads neck smashing it against him.
Aurora steps out of the foxhole along with her husband her hair caught in a breeze coming apparently from her own body. She catches sight of the sniper along with Leon. The two assassins begin to go hunting.
I'm playing a cleric of Desna.
Aurora upon seeing the strange lantern angling from the chaingun she takes a step towards it but then thinks better against it not knowing what physical contact to its necrotic energy could do. Even to one of her particular ancestry. With a flick of her wrist a shuriken lands in her palm and she flings it at the lantern.
Aurora smashes her wakizashi into the skeleton again shattering it's skull. With a savage kick she scatters it's remains as she passes by it going further into the foxhole. Trusting Leon to guard her back.
More than annoyed by the tight confines and the undead in front of her. She focuses her energy and attacks leaving a deep gouge in her opponents chest.
Aurora and Leon share a quick look before she heads into the foxhole Keon quick on her heels.
Aurora wastes little time and closes the distance between her and her enemy. With naught but a flick of her wrist she sends the coils of her whip out at the undead. The deadly shadow born weapon slashes deeply into desiccated flesh. The Skyblade at her side hums almost eager to wipe the unnatural blight from existence.
Aurora nods to Leon the Skyblade humming in her hand shadow whip in her other. Her eyes crystalline anger still fresh at Leon almost being shot.
Aurora nods grimly at Leon's proclamation. No one shoots at her husband she thinks as she draws the Skyblade, odd how the hilt seems perfctly fitted to her hand and forms a scorpion whip of shadow. She drops to the ground alongside Leon.
Aurora tries to concentrate on what the man is saying but her mind wanders to the sword. Why me? She asks inside herself. She stands close to Leon and tries her best to keep up.
Leon's eyes widen slightly at the blade's reaction to Aurora. "It...seems to like you more than me mi amor. Maybe you should hold on to it." He says as he wonders what this could mean. She looks up at Leon with adoring eyes. "Are you sure my corazon? You do not want to take this blade as your own?"
Aurora peeks from behind and bends forward. She leans over and slowly moves her hands close to the blade. She gently lifts the blade and a soft hum begins to grow. The humming made a soft pulsing sensation travel down her arm. She compared it to the purr of a young kitten. Her lacquered nails traced the hilt gently.
Leon smiles. "Good I expect them as soon as we land in Cygnus and I'll b sure to start on the steaks." He says as he goes to kiss her neck. "WAIT! What of the pomegranate reduction eh?"
Leon puts his chin in his hand and thinks for a moment before shrugging his shoulders. "All right, but if you ask me his cooking is already poison so it's really only fair." She giggles again and gives him a peck on the cheek. "Thank you my love, I will make sure to make two of them then"
"What no pie?! Look how about I poison the cook and I get pie still, will that work?" Leon says and it's fairly hard to tell if he is serious or not....Aurora has the feeling he is probably serious. "Gyaaah! Leon No!" She tightens her embrace. "Leon I don't think that would be wise, I will give you pie if you don't kill the cook alright?"
"I just meant not good, I don't actually think he defecated in the food..." He says with a not entirely positive expression. Aurora released a low growl from under Leon's armpit. Frustrated with his honesty she blurts out a muffled protest, "NO PIE FOR YOU!". Unsure Leon could hear her she continued to mumble random thoughts of "dignity" and "self preservation" followed by colorful speech adorned with the word "dumplings". She lets out a sigh almost to admit her defeat to the cook. "Leon, I demand a plate of your pomegranate reduction on steak and a book burning for dessert!" Normally Aurora was a seasoned fighter ready to take on the world at Leon's side, but tonight thoughts of food tickled her mind. A while of eating horrendous food will do that to a lady.
Congratulations on the new lil' bebe! I am so sorry you haven't been sleeping well though :( I hope our random messages help keep you entertained during those wee hours of the night without sleep.
"Yes, dump being the operative word here I think." He says sarcastically. "Dump" she thought. "Oh infernal hoards" she could feel her stomach churning once more. "Remember when I said to not lie to me?" she looks Leon in the eyes, "Just lie to me and tell me you don't really think it could be dump". She plasters her face into his side again. "ok just breathe deep" she reminded herself.
"It was starting to grow on me until the greasy bit at the end." She gulps down hard, "The crunchy, greasy, hairy parts he said were "dumplings". I would hate to see noodles."
"You promise? I'm pretty tired of ship food especially since I still believe the cook is incompetent." He says with a frown as he continues to hold Aurora knowing Barnabus will eventually call for a meeting to see what happened but at the moment not caring. Aurora gets a distant look in her eyes and shakes her head in agreement recounting the oh so lovely dried fish that tasted of death laced with sulfur and a dash ammonia. Her mind wandered to the soup and she shivered pulling Leon closer. "Remember the "soup" the cook graced us with?". She makes a grossed out expression and looks up at Leon batting her lashes, "My love, be honest with me...was that rat we ate?"
"Hey I liked that cheese cake with the chocolate crust! And I'd never insult your laundry skills." He said as he puts on his most innocent face which in his cryxian armor along with his facial scar is almost comical in its impossibility. Aurora bursts out laughing to the point that she is gasping for air. She made sure to muffle it by placing her face into his side. "My love, I will never doubt you again!" she breathes in deeply in hopes of casting off the sudden fit of giggles. "I will keep making you that pie, I promise. When we get off this ship I will make you steak, mint tea, succulent roast pork and your favorite pie.
"I was wondering why my clothes smelled less like blood and oil and more like a pie, and now I'm no longer confused." He says with one of his rare pure smiles that are reserved for Aurora alone. Wait a minute mister! You don't even like pie, so should I take that as a compliment on my laundry skills or as an insult?" Aurora pokes him in the belly and gives him an intense stare hanging on for any form of response. One eye squinting and one brow lifted in a dramatic expression, trying her best to make the "quizzical brow" she once read about.
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