[One of the new arrivals seems to have taken well to their new role: an imposing young woman with a large, demonic-looking wing attached to one shoulder. Upon arriving, she wasted no time in employing the use of her borderline, carving lines across the ground, splitting apart targets, and even combining it with her own powers by creating lines of destructive, crimson-colored energy.
This "Dark Precure" seems to be a natural when it comes to combat. She goes about it all with a natural, focused intensity. That being said, her attacks favor power over fine control, and even her attempts at cutting targets end up hitting more than just the target. Eventually, her focus on training begins to wane, and she starts eyeing everyone else.
The reason why would become clear, when she approaches you, and says...]
I believe I require a greater test of my abilities. Do you wish to spar?
[Rest and refreshments]
[In contrast to the above, however, Dark Precure finds herself very much out of her element once there's no fighting to be done. She stands amidst the Meeting Hall, out in the open, standing almost like a statue... and feeling completely out of place amidst all the revelry and stories being told.
It's the last one that doesn't sit particularly well with her. Who was she? She was no god, with a long list of achievements. As a shinki, she might as well be only a day old. A weapon yet to be wielded as part of a great tale. The more stories and boasts she heard, the more resentment Dark Precure began to feel, until her lips curled into a snarl and stomped off, rather angrily, towards the food and drink...
... Where she didn't have any better idea of what to do with herself. In the end, she's ended up glaring at the offering of alcoholic beverages.]
no subject
[shinki training]
[One of the new arrivals seems to have taken well to their new role: an imposing young woman with a large, demonic-looking wing attached to one shoulder. Upon arriving, she wasted no time in employing the use of her borderline, carving lines across the ground, splitting apart targets, and even combining it with her own powers by creating lines of destructive, crimson-colored energy.
This "Dark Precure" seems to be a natural when it comes to combat. She goes about it all with a natural, focused intensity. That being said, her attacks favor power over fine control, and even her attempts at cutting targets end up hitting more than just the target. Eventually, her focus on training begins to wane, and she starts eyeing everyone else.
The reason why would become clear, when she approaches you, and says...]
I believe I require a greater test of my abilities. Do you wish to spar?
[Rest and refreshments]
[In contrast to the above, however, Dark Precure finds herself very much out of her element once there's no fighting to be done. She stands amidst the Meeting Hall, out in the open, standing almost like a statue... and feeling completely out of place amidst all the revelry and stories being told.
It's the last one that doesn't sit particularly well with her. Who was she? She was no god, with a long list of achievements. As a shinki, she might as well be only a day old. A weapon yet to be wielded as part of a great tale. The more stories and boasts she heard, the more resentment Dark Precure began to feel, until her lips curled into a snarl and stomped off, rather angrily, towards the food and drink...
... Where she didn't have any better idea of what to do with herself. In the end, she's ended up glaring at the offering of alcoholic beverages.]
This is all a waste of my time.