[Arturian Cerule]

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[attr="class","harum"]Arturian C. ”Raise your sword for those who cannot do so themselves.” [break] After his encounter earlier in the week with Bianca, and their subsequent trip to the shady ink stand, Arturian had spent an inane amount of time adventuring the streets of the Wind District in Mistral. In fact, his daily schedule had come to incorporate a good few hours of exploration just after his final class. The first day, he’d gotten lost in the maze of the Bazaar. He’d found that there was just… so much to be seen. Compared to the small island of Patch, Mistral City was a paradise, one that he’d never have to leave again, if he so wished.[break][break] It was on his third day of exploration, however, that Arturian had come across the station for Argus Limited. He’d heard stories, of course, of the infamous Dust train, but discovering it had come in second compared to his studies. Still, as he’d entered the station for the first time, the grandiose architecture unlike anything he’d ever seen, he’d been stunned speechless. Even today, four days later, as he sat sketching the general layout of the building, he was without words.[break][break] His drawing was nearing completion. He’d drawn out a portion of the front half of the station, along with the entrance itself. Still, the sketch was crude and without true weight, but it was clearly recognizable as the Argus Limited Station if you knew what it looked like. Arturian sighed and replaced the cap on his half-empty jar of ink. With a furrowed brow, he moved to inspect it, eyes going slightly wide. ’...Already? Maybe I should’ve bought more ink, after all.’ With another, shorter, sigh, Arturian began to pack up his things, shoving his sketchbook, pen, and ink into the small rucksack that he carried with him.[break][break] Just as Arturian finished tying up his pack, one of the overhead clocks reading 6:04 P.M., a startled cry pierced the air that he snapped his head to look towards. Though he missed the person who screamed, he did catch the sight of someone fleeing from the site of it. With nary a second though, Arturian quickly slung his pack over his shoulder and darted towards the perceived criminal, the thin crowd parting as he dashed towards them.[break][break] By the time Arturian had managed to catch up to the criminal, he’d already made it halfway down the steps at the front of the station’s entrance. Arturian had, like most other school days, deigned it needless to wear his plate armor and had, instead, only worn the simple blue tunic that he usually wore beneath his breastplate. Still, despite this lack of protection, as he watched the man holding a purse tightly to his side descend the stairs, Arturian make the quick decision to… well, leap at the offender. Recklessly, and without form.[break][break] Crashing down atop the thief, the two rolled down the second half of the stairs in a jumbled heap. When the pair finally came to a stop at the bottom of them, however, Arturian was the first to leap to his feet, followed quickly by the criminal. As the cat-burglar stood, he turned on his heel to face Arturian, his eyes wide with both shock and a slight bit of fear. With a quick motion, he drew a small knife from his pocket and flicked it open, pointing the blade straight at Arturian. As he spoke, there was a slight twinge of uneasiness in his gravelly voice, “N-now don’t try anything stupid, d’you hear me?”[break][break] Arturian stared, deadpan, at the small pocket knife being pointed at him. There was a solid thirty seconds of silence between them as Arturian stared, a crowd beginning to form as the pair stood before the station. After a few more moments, the criminal spoke up again, “...We- ACK!”[break][break] The criminal flinched as Arturian quickly drew the longsword from the sheath that’d been hidden by his cloak and lazily knocked the criminal’s knife out of his hands. As it clattered harmlessly to the ground and the burglar drew his hand close to his side, dropping the purse in the process, Arturian leveled the tip of his longsword towards the thief’s neck, his voice even as he spoke, “You’ll remain here until the authorities arrive. Understand?”[break][break] With a nod, the thief did just that. It’d only taken ten minutes for the police to arrive. After a brief discussion with the criminal, Arturian, and the woman that’d owned the purse, they took the burglar away with nary a thank-you to Arturian, though he didn’t care much. With a sigh, after the ordeal was over and the sun was beginning to set, Arturian took a seat on the stairs at the foot of the station, his sword now back at his hip. Tiredly, he muttered to nobody in particular, “It’s always something, I suppose…” [break][break] [attr="class","harum1"] 0827 [break] FOR @pharaohleap Word Count - 827/827 [attr="class","harum"]

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[Rin Hellebore]

WORD COUNT: 506

Total: 506

TAGGED: Fluffy

There were several important functions of the station. Travelling was naturally the main one, however several other things came through here as well. Primarily information. Everything from bounties, warnings and threats to loveletters and pen-friend exchanges. For the petite redhead, the occasion was probably something inbetween. The aunt, who had also functioned as Rin's mother growing up, constantly sent the next set of orders. It had confused Rin initially. It made no sense why Alra would be sending Rin letters, instead of the heiress that Alra cared for fifteen times more. Having spent a little time at Haven Academy, it had somewhat become clear to Rin, why things had been arranged in this manner. Dear auntie struggled keeping her fingers in Erytheia's dealings.  It honestly would not surprise Rin if the singular purpose of herself being sent to Haven, was so that Alra could regain some of the control  she had lost. At the current point in time, Rin wasn't even sure what to do with it all. Spying on Erytheia, reporting everything that she did, was a breach of the heiress privacy. Breaching the heiress privacy went against everything Rin had been taught growing up. Therefore the things Rin would generally write about became far more mundane. Because, of course the two of them were managing okay. Of course the heiress lived up to her potential and her duties.


Sighing softly, it was just more of the same, honestly. Just another affirmation to the list that Rinnie's place in this world was underneath the boot of her family. The family that mattered fifteen, no, fifty times more than she ever would. Packing down the letters neatly into a dossier, the dossier was packed into her backpack as she began heading up the flight of stairs, swinging the backpack over her shoulder with a soft grunt. It was while Rin was on the way up these stairs, that two boys came tumbling down. Startled, she let out a temperate Meep! while staring at the scene unfold. Weapons were drawn, with Rin attempting to insert herself verbally into the situation. "W-w-weapons are h-highly inappropriate in h-highly t-t-trafficed areas! P-p-please d-de-escalate im-immediately!" Yet, de-escalation did not happen. Instead it came to blows, and even if said blows were short and decisive, it was still an enormous commotion in the middle of a station.


The aftermath, Rin only glanced at from a side. Making certain that things were wrapped up nicely, before slowly making her way over to the stairs to leave the station. Though the redhead hadn't been entirely involved in the situation, as a huntsman in training, somewhere, things like these were part of her duty too. Eyeing the boy for a moment, Rin narrowed her eyes. The weapon and movements spoke of practice. Yet, she was fairly certain she had never heard of him before. Being well versed with bounty pages and the general school roster, it made her hesitate for a moment. Coming to a halt, as she addressed him. "Excuse me...Who might you be?.."

[Arturian Cerule]

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[attr="class","harum"]Arturian C. ”Raise your sword for those who cannot do so themselves.” [break] As almost as soon as Arturian had sat down on the steps of the train station, a small girl that looked only vaguely familiar approached him. As she spoke, Arturian turned to look towards her, the quickly fading daylight a backdrop to her crimson hair. When she asked who he was, his eyes widened and he quickly made to stand with little effort, extending a hand as he did so, “Ah, apologies. My name is Arturian Cerule. I’m a recent addition to the roster at Haven academy.”[break][break] He paused for a moment, tilting his head as he looked Rin up and down for a moment. The red hair did seem oddly familiar. And not many people were as… vertically challenged as the girl before him was. After a few seconds of contemplation, he spoke. “...You’re in Green class as well, are you not? I believe I saw you during homeroom.” He couldn’t be sure as he’d spent most of his time in homeroom to himself, trying to avoid the general interest that usually came with a new student. It had only worked to a slight degree, if the way some of the students talked about him was any indicator. Still, he furrowed his brow and looked to Rin apologetically, “This is quite a way for us to formally meet. Forgive me if the… ruckus disturbed you.” He sighed, “I admit, it likely could have been handled more calmly, but I acted on instinct. ...A habit I’ve been trying to kick.”[break][break] Bending down once more, he reached to pick up the rucksack that he’d sat down beside him. Slinging it back around his shoulders, he turned quickly towards Rin with a small smile. “I was just about to head back to Haven. If you’ve a similar destination, I’d appreciate the company on the walk back.” It was nearing seventy-thirty now, and the sun had almost set in the sky. The crowds around the station were also beginning to thin out, leaving the pair standing at the entrance to the station the only two in the general vicinity. If she were to accept, Arturian would willingly follow her lead. [break][break] [attr="class","harum1"] 0363 [break] 363/1180 Weapon - E | Semblance - E| Durability - E| Martial Arts - F | Stamina - F | [attr="class","harum"]

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[Rin Hellebore]

WORD COUNT: 506

Total: 506

TAGGED: Fluffy

As Arturian laid his eyes upon her, a few things became immediately apparent. Rin was an exceedingly small girl, probably at least a head smaller than himself. In addition, she seemed incredibly lean. Across the waist she was the breath of a hair and, honestly, looked like someone could break her in two with a well placed kick. Locks of scarlet hair was kept away from her face with the hairband behind her ears, though a few locks had inevitably escaped in her attempt to intervene as the fighting earlier had transpired. The girl's attire, at first glance, appeared to be layered. The outermost layer was a jacket, in greyish colors. It fell over her figure and was currently unbuttoned, likely because it was too warm to keep closed while not outdoors in the snow. Then, were the shin high boots with an inch or two in heels and soles. Which, obviously, meant that without wearing them Rin was even shorter. Underneath the jacket, she had a short black top part in wool, effectively closing off at her neck and otherwise only covering her chest and shoulders. It would prevent snow or rain from tricking down into her attire. Underneath that, she wore an elegant dark purple shirt, in the same color as her eyes, making a curious play come alive in her attire. Lastly, she wore a combination of woolen stockings - reaching up underneath the skirt she was also wearing.  An attire that, without the coat, would likely be far too cold. Though, if he paid attention, she carried with her quite the feminine curves despite her size. Accentuated by her choice of clothing.


As he stepped closer, her scent became apparent as well. Faint of flowers, perhaps a perfume, perhaps leftover scent of shampoo from rigorous self care in the shower. Either case, her voice, her behavior, her attire. They all screamed screamed the same thing. Delicate.


As Arturian began introducing himself, Rin seemed a little taken aback. A student at Haven. A student partaking in her own class. A student whom she had completely and utterly failed to recognize. Looking away from his eyes, she reached out to take his hand, letting out the briefest and shortest of sighs at her own incompetence. It was downright embarassing to forget someone you supposedly were in class with. "U-uhm, yes. I'm in Green Class at Haven.. Name's.. Rin." The girl had deliberately chosen not to give him her last name. Rin had very little experience in meeting strangers. Even less so strangers that weren't part of her social group. The Hellebores had kept her rather sheltered, as such, she felt she was skating around on extremely thin ice by meeting a boy in public. Oh of all the warnings her family had told her when it came to boys. Don't you dare get a boyfriend, ever. We will find the right one for you. Unpleasant goosebumps spread across her skin, as she let go of his hand almost as rapidly as she had taken hold for the greeting.


"M-mind the circumstances none. As huntsmen it is our duty to act, though... seeing a weapon drawn in a station does put me at unease." Rin replied to his apology, offering the shortest nod of her head, indicating that she meant what she was saying. More than empty words. "Ah, uhm, sure... I just have to post a singular letter before we leave. If you wish to wait." Rin, then, rather awkwardly, began marching towards the mailbox. Scratching her head, she reached into her backpack once more. Withdrawing a letter and a stamp, she dipped it on the tip of her tongue, plastered it to the letter, before non-chalantly dropping the paper into the mailbox. Shoulders immediately sank, as another sigh left her lips. This time, a sigh of pure relief. The task had been done, for the moment Alra's wrath would be sated.


"...Okay, that should do it. Feel free to, uhm... l-lead the way." Rin then said, not quite certain if following a boy back to Haven was acceptable or not. All the worst stories Rin had heard of, always started with getting lost in a pile of snow. That, and there was quite a treck between the station and Haven academy. Like, thirty minutes if you were dillydallying or struggling with getting through the snow. Rather than swinging the backpack over her shoulders, she held it in front of her body, almost acting as a shield towards Arturian.


Never know what those boys could get up to when alone with a pretty girl.

[Arturian Cerule]

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[attr="class","harum"]Arturian C. ”Raise your sword for those who cannot do so themselves.” [break] Perhaps in contrast to Rin’s elegant clothing, Arturian’s attire wasn’t much to look at in comparison. Where Rin wore layer upon layer to combat the encroaching cold, all Arturian had to boast was a worn, cerulean tunic. One that was clearly handmade and had seen much better days in its use. A few loose threads hung limply from the armpit of the tunic, though it did have a formal quality about it, despite its state. Almost like it could’ve been classified as formal wear long ago, before it’d developed to the dingy state it was now in. He wore a normal pair of slacks that seemed to be of a similar state, though they lacked the qualities that made the tunic seem handmade. His outfit was all held together, however, by the deep, royal blue cloak that he wore over his shoulders. Even though there were a few tears at the very bottom, it seemed in surprisingly better condition than the rest of his attire. The varying levels of blue did well to accent the blue in his green-blue eyes. Aside from his clothes, Arturian seemed to be well maintained. He was clean shaven, and his hair was cut and styled with a surprising amount of attention to detail. Though he wasn’t incredibly muscular by any means, he was very clearly lean and in good health.[break][break] It was clear that Arturian thought appearances were important.[break][break] Arturian only nodded as Rin gave him her name. He’d met plenty of people that wanted to keep their names on a first name basis, especially since coming to Haven. Most of the time, it was to stay out of the shadows of their relatives, to make sure that their actions were sure to further their reputation, not their family’s. It was a reasonable worry, and one that he would not press.[break][break] He sighed when Rin spoke of her unease, the slight guilt in his stomach burning ever-so-slightly brighter. “...As it should. I admit, I could have handled the situation with a more… delicate hand. I tend to get ahead of myself, it seems. Though,” he sighed and furrowed his brow, “I can’t say that I’m much in a fight without a blade. If I hadn’t resorted to the measures that I did, I doubt I’d have been able to deescalate the situation as quickly as I did.” For a moment, he glanced around where small groups of people still stood, still throwing weary glances his way. Perhaps to Rin’s fear, a few of them, it seemed, were glances of fear. It wasn’t a feeling Arturian enjoyed. He’d done his best to keep everyone safe, to try and help, and it’d still resulted in the fear of a good few people. “...If it’d have kept their minds at bay, though, maybe I should’ve apprehended the man in a more secluded location. At least, then, they’d have nothing to worry about…” He sighed again.[break][break] With a slight wave and a nod, he gave Rin the go ahead to post her letter, “I don’t mind at all. I’ve no pressing matters to attend to.” Waiting where he stood for Rin to post her letter, Arturian did his best to ignore the stares of those around him. He, usually, didn’t mind being the center of attention, but this kind of attention was different. He hated this. But, such was the folly of misinformation. It was something that he’d have to learn to live with, so all he could do was take a deep breath and do his best to ignore it.[break][break] As Rin returned and told him to lead the way, he didn’t fail to notice her apprehension. Slightly, his eyes widened at her reaction. Was… Was she afraid of him, too? It couldn’t be. She’d just assured him that he’d done the right thing, even if there would’ve been better ways to go about it. His brow furrowed. ‘She also admitted her unease,’ he thought. His expression turned sour. Was what he’d done really worthy of the reactions he was receiving? Especially if the girl in front of him was able to hold her own which, as a student at a Haven, he assumed she could. ’...Fine, if that’s what it takes. I don’t need people to like me to save them, anyway.’ With a curt nod to Rin, he turned sharply on his heel and started to make his way up the hill at a decent pace.[break][break] Still… He frowned to himself. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t at least attempt to assuage their fears about him.[break][break] After a few minutes of walking towards Haven in silence, the sun setting in the sky, Arturian finally spoke up. “How long have you been at Haven?” he asked. It was likely that she’d been there far longer than he had, at least. “I’ve only been enrolled for a week and a half.” He glanced towards Rin and offered the softest smile he could manage, “To be honest, I could use a few pointers. It seems I’m… not as up to par as I thought I’d be, despite my time at Signal.” [break][break] [attr="class","harum1"] 0874 [break] 874/2054 Weapon - E | Semblance - E| Durability - E| Martial Arts - F | Stamina - F | [attr="class","harum"]

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