[ The explosive chaos coming out of nowhere - it isn't unusual, and perhaps Lucina seems a little too much at home in the rapidly encroaching darkness. The harder the shadows cling, the calmer her gait. Pure, stubborn resistance, perhaps; digging her heels in to keep the ground from falling away.
Time to get to work. 😠 ]
» one.
[ With all the tumult in the capital, Lucina has been fighting - or trying to fight - the shadow creatures. Falchion is strangely ineffectual, swiping their skin into mist that reforms as the swing falls safely away. It's the water, of course, because she refuses to believe that her bloodline's sacred blade would somehow fail to land an effective hit on its own.
When she fails to properly pry a shadow creature away from its thrall (a hapless mother, her mouth wide open and still, her flesh faintly green), she doubles back to regain the higher ground...
Except she isn't alone. A merchild, the progeny of the frozen mother, swims alongside her, a chubby fist clinging to her hair. ]
...um. [ Lucina barely has a chance to adjust to her new situation before another shadow creature lunges for them, worming its way out of the depths with unsettling subtlety. One protective arm wrapped around the merchild, she can't quite get enough purchase to not slam bodily into the closest person.
In this case, it might be your character! ]
» two.
[ At least, with everything falling apart, she's able to make her way back to the brig without much interference. Up until she gets there, at least, and has to justify her presence. It's less guarded than it had ben a few days ago, but that's not the same as being unguarded - and that scowl she's greeted by is at least a little intimidating.
This time, she tries to pull rank. A bold strategy, Cotton. Let's see if it works for her. ]
My name is Lucina. I am the first princess and heir apparent to the throne of Ylisse [ up until she was temporally disinherited ] and I am assisting your queen with her search for her daughter. Will you truly bar my entry?
[ The merguard's sharp, shark-like incisors peek through, bared in a crooked grimace. For, like, a minute, no one says anything. This is the world's lamest staring contest.
Eventually, one grunts out - ] Yes.
[ If you roll a six or higher, you'll catch Lucina trying to sidle her way through... only to get grabbed by the back of her neck and tossed back a few inches. It's remarkably undignified. ]
» three.
[ She'll text her CR - or misfire at anyone else - at some point. ]
no sighting of the missing princess or this alleged king as of yet.
[ She's Helping. ]
wildcard.
( Other things Lucina might be doing: borrowing an electrifed weapon to assist in the Thunderdome, guarding caravans filled with supplies, harvesting herbs for medicine among the reef — basically, anything that will help the people of Akvos. Feel free to make up a prompt around any of that, or anything else! I can be hit up via PM for plotting if necessary. )
no subject
Time to get to work. 😠 ]
wildcard.
( Other things Lucina might be doing: borrowing an electrifed weapon to assist in the Thunderdome, guarding caravans filled with supplies, harvesting herbs for medicine among the reef — basically, anything that will help the people of Akvos. Feel free to make up a prompt around any of that, or anything else! I can be hit up via PM for plotting if necessary. )