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Post by Dime Price on Nov 21, 2019 14:04:10 GMT -8
Dime was awake and the sickness she came with was over and done with the energy she felt was incredible and her pulse could be felt in every limb, in her ears, and on her tongue. The revitalized Blood Alcolyte was ready to continue her introduction o Cabal and its splendor. There had to be a hall dedicating itself to the history that became of 259 and big murals depicting the faces most known throughout it's times of war and peace. Of growth and development she hoped to be inspired by such tales and how they mirror those in 235. She would look for such a piece of illustrated history this day.
She dressed in her Scab uniform kind of wishing she could wear her Alcolyte garbs instead. She had pride in her uniforms but there was just a growing preference to the latter now that she felt the bond had settled. She felt the brand on her skin and almost could feel like it had a heart beat all its own. She was borrowing this power after all. That much she understood.
She'll need to think of ways to use it while she was here two. Like mimicking some form of Optimization Battle Armor or maybe shaping it to be a familiar like Dexter's. Surely she might consider going back but she had just arrived and had yet wanted to just turn back around and just leave.
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Post by Cecelia Riddel on Nov 29, 2019 15:43:54 GMT -8
While it was unlikely such murals existed in a military academy, Dime would find an oddity in her search: a trail of bubbles! They seemed to be coming from outside on the front lawn, visible for all to see if they looked. A faint murmur could be heard, as well.
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Post by Dime Price on Nov 30, 2019 0:24:33 GMT -8
She dared not to touch the bubbles just yet but it was curious. As she followed them.she realized they were leading to the murmurs and she saw Cecilia.
"Everything alright, miss?" She would politely call to. Something felt higher about her air, as if she might have been a duchess. Dime felt she seeded to be formal.
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Post by Cecelia Riddel on Dec 1, 2019 20:58:44 GMT -8
Following the trail would reveal a small young woman who seemed to be trying to shrink away from the corner and out of sight. At the sound of another voice, the woman let out a startled squeak and jumped, the largest bubble she'd ever made escaping from her lips. She raised a hand to cover her mouth as she pivoted to face the other woman, a blush on her cheeks as she let out another small hiccup, this time the bubble popping before it could be seen.
"Ah, yes. Thank you for -hic! asking." Celia waited for a moment before slowly lowering her hand to offer the dark-haired woman a polite smile.
"I apologize if I disturbed you."
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Post by Dime Price on Dec 2, 2019 0:17:13 GMT -8
"I am not disturbed in the slightest, I just came to see if my aid could be offered if you are in trouble or unwell." Those hiccups and bubbles can't be healthy. Dime rummaged into her small bag at her hip to pop out a short unopened bottle of water to offer the miss. "I am Dime Price of the Crimson Kingdom."
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Post by Cecelia Riddel on Dec 5, 2019 18:28:15 GMT -8
"Most wouldn't find bubbles concerning," Celia chuckled, biting back another hiccup as her small body hitched and shifted, lips pressing together to muffle the sound and incoming bubble. Her lips pressed even tighter at the peculiar taste. It was hard to describe how something that iologically came from her body both did and did not quite taste like soap. She nodded in thanks as the woman handed her a small bottle, still baffled but growing more used to the idea of women in pants in this area. At least it was a military uniform and not...other things that she'd seen.
"Thank you for the kindness, Miss Price." The woman's last name sounded familiar, recognition shining in her eyes as Dime mentioned the Crimson Kingdom. She checked the bottle to see if it was sealed, as she would any stranger giving her a bottle, and gave the woman a small glance before taking a grateful sip and waiting. No strange after taste, but the hiccups continued a mmoment later.
"It's not often I hear a noble family from any of Prota's lands setting foot elsewhere." She offered the woman a small, polite smile. Should she be concerned about Prota? Likely, but she felt another Zufkunft family would be more trouble, especially if one the big four's family's were try to an open assault on another noble on a third party's land. A scapegoat, but with plenty of spies. Prota was smarter than that, and she had benefited from their agreement with Zukunft to be healed after Project Judgement's attack at the Gala.
Speaking of which...
"I do believe I've seen you before. Were you at the Gala this summer when the celebrations took place?"
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Post by Dime Price on Dec 6, 2019 6:54:57 GMT -8
"Not so much discerning as I was curious about the bubbles. But yes, the Gala, I certainly was, and a most horrible day." Dime lowered her gaze as if to take but a short moment of silence for herself. "If you were there it is fortunate our paths have crossed once more on a Brighter day."
"As far as my presence it is the light and inspiration of my King, who formerly walked through this path, that I wish to learn how to better my Kingdom for the future..." Her eyes lit up a bit as a lightbulb in her mind recognized the girl. "Oh you are a member of the Riddel family am I correct?"
She would grin kindly, her past mentions of her kingdom have given into some skeptical looks as if she had grown a second head. But certainly someone like Cecelia was more aware of the political views for it all.
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Post by Cecelia Riddel on Dec 23, 2019 22:02:21 GMT -8
"Indeed." Celia bobbed her head in a nod, her expression growing somber as she remembered the day that the fight had broken out, injured and dead scattered among each other for miles out.
"I am glad to see you survived, as well. Hopefully the roads back home and to here were uneventful." As for the woman coming from Prota, it was a bit of a surprise, but then, so was seeing a man from Vindicta.
"I hope you find the inspiration you are looking for." Though she wondered what would benefit Prota so from being at Cabal.
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Post by Dime Price on Dec 24, 2019 5:36:01 GMT -8
"My roads have been eventful but much less life threatening. Between finding a lost heir to the Blood throne and advancing in my own path to success I have been busy. But I hope the same for you and yours, great success and bountiful fortune." She would mind politely.
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