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[DE] [Event 3 Haven Finale] Too Little, Too Late Jan 12, 2020 2:00:53 GMT -5

Post by Wolfe on Jan 12, 2020 2:00:53 GMT -5

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[attr="class","nikki101"]THE HOUR IS LATE

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[attr="class","nikki102"]AND SO IS THE RESCUE

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[attr="class","nikki109"]January 3rd, 26AV. [break][break]

1937hrs. [break][break]

The campus looked almost peaceful, actually, in complete contrast to what was actually going on. [break][break]

The entire place was miles in every direction from the center, more up and down than forward and backward. Because of this, there was parts of campus that you couldn’t see without looking down at any given spot and places you couldn’t see without looking up. Normally nobody ever really looked up, but in the electrical blackout it made sources of light much more apparent and drew the eyes a lot more than they normally would. In this case it was fire that caused the light, which was visible even at the distance of a couple of miles. The light from the fire illuminated some of the truly immense amount of smoke coming from the fire as well, which didn’t exactly help matters. She was nearing the dorm at that point, which provided a nice and central location if she could get to it. [break][break]

The direction of the fire was to the north and up the mountain quite a way and would require either a long walk through the snow that was piled almost two meters high and the compacted ice underneath or an exhausting sprint over the paths that were mostly clear of the stuff but less direct of a path. Seeing as though the snow was far taller than the girl herself was, the solution was clear… but since she wasn’t really familiar with campus the lack of visibility also posed an issue in planning her route. [break][break]

Which made it all the more notable when something was able to be seen even above that giant wall of snow… and heard too. A series of flashing lights, and then such a strong flash of fire to the east that the heat melted a few inches of snow even as far away as Rin was and a rush of momentary heat was blown past her as fast as it came. The fire that went up was not only at least twice as high as the initial one that she saw, but also much more visibly intense to the point it might have even looked fake if viewed from a video. The fire in the distance was a full building fire of strong intensity… but this was something else entirely. It was dying down from the peak even as she saw it fade from existence, but that had to be the strongest fire she had ever seen in her life – and that included television. [break][break]

Even an ordinary person could realize that it wasn’t a natural fire, because nothing was that intense without a lot of preparation. Dozens of pounds of accelerant wouldn’t even be enough, it would take enough dust to cost the same as living in the capital for like six months to actually pull off something that strong. This wasn’t good, and there didn’t actually seem to be anyone outside at the moment. There hadn’t been a sign of anyone else anywhere on campus thus far, which was honestly kind of worrying in and of itself. [break][break]

Well, less worrying than the electrical blackout, the fire to the north, and the much more explosive fire to the east but… yeah, actually, it seemed like everything was going to shit the minute Rin stepped onto campus. Funny how that worked, just like everyone said. [break][break]

Once she reached a place near the dorms that had some of the higher snow knocked down to something more manageable it was clear where the fire was coming from – a house beside the Great Hall. Well, what was a house, probably. Now it was more of a wreck that was half disintegrated and half engulfed in such an intense fire that directly looking at it seemed to burn the retinas in your eyes.

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[DE] [Event 3 Haven Finale] Too Little, Too Late Jan 12, 2020 9:51:20 GMT -5

Post by Rin Hellebore on Jan 12, 2020 9:51:20 GMT -5

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The bag over her shoulders was starting to feel mightily heavy after the stretch from the station to the academy. Of course, arriving this late wouldn't normally be acceptable. In fact, it most definitely wasn't acceptable, but there had been some strange delays during her travels here, causing the young Rin to arrive roughly three hours later than initially planned. The singular bag strap stretching from her left shoulder to her right hip was gnawing slightly at her skin, causing her every breath to sound like a groan of discomfort. The contents of the bag was only the most essential things, as the remainder of her belongings would be shipped to her at a later date. - Because, naturally, those things had ended up a completely different place due to a shipping mistake. Classic! Inside the bag, Rin had several things. A smaller bathroom bag containing toothbrush, toothpaste, brush for her hair, nail file and polish, lipstick, eyeshadow, shampoo, balm and the other neccessities to look remotely distinguishable from a Grimm in the morning. A singular set of additional clothes, beyond the training clothes she'd be using for fitness and the like. Underneath the bag, strapped to her back in a cross, Rin carried her two tantos. Smaller blades, because a huntress never travelled without her weapons. Always prepared. Even in the dead of night, on your way to school. The boots with heels clacked against the ground, step by step, as she inched closer to her destination. The Academy where she would leave the failures of forgotten pasts behind and become a huntress!

Every breath left a foggy mist hanging in the air, the girl grasping at her own shoulders, whimpering from the cold. Skin was already looking a little blue from being exposed to this harsh weather. Uncomfortable, discontent, but extremely soon at her location. The first thing she would do, when arriving at the dorms, was getting herself a steaming warm bath. Oh, or perhaps if the dorms had a fireplace, she could sit down by an open flame to regain some of her warmth while talking to the new students! Meeting around a bonfire and roasting marshmellows while introducing herself. That would be perfect!

...Though, at this point, Rin was fairly certain that she had gotten lost somewhere on the road to her destination. Though the crimson haired maiden had been rather particular and diligent in her choice of direction, let alone her approach, this couldn't be the correct destination at all. The buildings, which she could barely make out as silhouettes in the dark distance, still some miles away, looked completely abandonned. Like a haunted mansion, overgrown castle ruin or something far worse and far more sinister. Gulping, she felt a shiver run down her spine. The wind was practically howling, yet everything else was silent. This was more akin to a graveyard than a school. Swallowing the building dread and fear, Rin steeled her resolve. This was probably just some kind of huntsman exercise. Taking place in the dark. With absolutely no noise going on. Totally legit training method. Probably. Nervously, she rose hand to her crimson locks, fiddling with one of them, twirling it around her index finger. It was quite calming. Stepping onwards, she came upon several signs. Squinting her eyes, she rose her scroll to get a little light illuminating the dark. Somehow, it seemed that she had walked past the signs indicating that she had arrived at Haven Academy. Instead, what she had here, seemed to be pointers showing directions. Cafeteria, Infirmary, Dorms, Training Facility. Gleefully, the girl let out a joyous squeak, beginning to move forwards, reaffirmed. This was the correct place for sure!

Stepping further, a source of light caught her eyes. A source of light that seemed odd. Out of place. Beginning to step a little closer, she couldn't quite figure out what it was at this distance. As she got closer however, her suspicions were confirmed. This was not a regular source of light. This was a fire, not far from the dorms. Rin had been at the academy for less than two minutes and things were already on bloody fire, right after she had had thoughts about how cozy meeting everyone at a bonfire would be. This had to be some kind of curse. Covering her mouth in shock, she looked around startled. Letting out a loud call a moment later; "Hello?! Is anyone there?? Is the place being evacuated?!" Setting up her pace, Rin began approaching, unsure of what was going on. In this lone darkness, no one replied to her. It made her heart hammer in panic, in fear. Rummaging through her pockets, she was attempting to connect her scroll properly to the academy interstructure. To get an update, an understanding, or even get into contact with someone that could enlighten her as to what was going on. Rather than solace, however, all the girl managed to get her scroll's assistance with, was an enormous slew of messages flooding in. So many messages in fact, that the scroll gave up, going blank, stating that connection had been lost. Shaking the damn thing a couple of times, this certainly wasn't what she had been expecting for her first day at Haven.

While messing with the scroll, things escalated once again. From a different place than the first, Rin saw an enormous pillar of flame rise into the sky. It was followed by a loud bang and what could only be considered a shockwave of heat. The sudden change in temperature made her stomach churn and turn, almost forcing her to part with the dinner that she hadn't yet eaten. The flames flickered in the girl's eyes, almost temporarily blinding her. Without hesitating, the bag which had all of her belongings was dropped in the snow. Due to her acrobatic nature, the snow and ice wouldn't be the most difficult to traverse, though not the easiest either. Launching herself off at full speed towards the pillar of light, Rin came across the remains of a burning home. A place where someone could live. The heat was unbearable and the light so bright that she couldn't look directly at it.

Taking a moment, the girl gathered all of her aura towards the core of her being, while simultaneously grabbing one of her tanto from her back. A quick, swift slice through her right hand wrist, and blood began dripping into the snow. Crimson upon milky white. It took a few moments of severe concentration, as Rin formed the blood into something akin to a large spoon. Like the head to a catapult, without the remainder of the contraption. From there, she simply began directing this makeshift creation to be launching snow and ice onto the flames and the fires. Knowing that she had very little time in her transformed state to actually gain any control over the flames, she exerted every single resource that she had in a desperate attempt to put it out.

"Hello!? Please help!! S-something's wrong!" Rin called out into the darkness, hoping that someone might find her. Though, if another student were to find her, they'd be greeted by her transformed state. A milky white skinned girl, with glowing red eyes and sharpened teeth, looking like s omething immediately out of a horror flick. Blood was dripping from her, as pockets of ice was launched into the flames. Hopefully they'd not see her as an enemy. Shivering from the cold at her core. Sweating from the sudden heat roasting her skin. Loss of blood from her own semblance. Rin was having a really great day...

This first day at Haven academy was just as she had always been told. In this world, Rin was born to bring chaos, destruction, misery and ill omens. A cursed existance bound to be the bane of those around her.

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[DE] [Event 3 Haven Finale] Too Little, Too Late Jan 12, 2020 13:25:28 GMT -5

Post by Wolfe on Jan 12, 2020 13:25:28 GMT -5

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[attr="class","nikki101"]THE HOUR IS LATE

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[attr="class","nikki109"]January 3rd, 26AV. [break][break]

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Upon getting closer, the light from the intense fire revealed quite a lot in the surrounding area. The first thing that might be noticed was the fat that there were craters all throughout the area around the house, areas where in a spherical shape everything around it was especially charred to the point of breaking through the ground and digging inside with the damage for about a foot and surrounding snow and ice was melted entirely. There was a series of POP noises that spread throughout the house, which were loud enough to be heard in the general area but not throughout campus. [break][break]

These craters circled around the building, and the wood around it was incinerated to ash with the stone foundation visibly melted and unable to return at the moment to full solidity. Fire was supposed to be hot, yes, but this was a clearly unnatural fire that burned exceptionally loudly and fiercely. There may have been some figures in the corner of the eye of the redhead to the west but attempting to look over after being so near the brightness of the fire would prove rather fruitless. There was something that smelled unbelievably awful somewhere around, as well, but the source wasn’t immediately identifiable. [break][break]

The wreckage, though, was interesting. It was very clearly a residential house that was on fire, curiously the only thing in the area burning despite the proximity to the seemingly much more important Great Hall. A bathroom was completely burned to bits, a bookshelf half reduced to ash and half well on its way there, a bed that was burned down to its metal components and partially melting even beyond that point… [break][break]

It was bad, but the western side of the building had something worse. The windows seemed to have been reinforced with a metal frame so somewhat kept their shape and leaning out of one of them was what looked to have once been a person. Skin and muscle were melted to the point of bone showing on the skull, and what might have once been a red leather jacket was melted and stuck to what remained of the torso like adhesive. Near this particular window was an even deeper and more destructive crater than anywhere else in the area, with the hole in the ground extending to more than half a meter in depth just from the melted rock, dirt, and grass. [break][break]

Both arms were stretched out forward, and the back of the subject seemed to be broken about a third of the way down which exposed the chest cavity of the cadaver. There was what appeared to have once been a long rifle, but any nonmetal parts were destroyed at this point and the metal parts melted beyond what anyone could reasonably think of as repairable. There was also a gaping hole in the rifle as well from the side and back, with the metal around the hole particularly red hot even in comparison to the raging fire in the area.

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[DE] [Event 3 Haven Finale] Too Little, Too Late Jan 12, 2020 14:14:56 GMT -5

Post by Rin Hellebore on Jan 12, 2020 14:14:56 GMT -5

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The scent here was downright awful. The air was filled with different components of material. There were small slags of melted stone, small slags of melted iron, slags of burning wood. As the snow and ice kept being poured onto the burning wreckage, the water sizzled, almost immediately turning into steam. This steam expanded, almost turning into an explosive force from the sheer amount of heat being expelled. Rin's sweating immediately turned worse, she could practically feel her skin roasting. The area was almost completely devoid of snow at this point, with her efforts seemingly mostly useless. Yet, the girl continued her efforts. Not in an attempt to put out the fire anymore - that race had been run ages ago. No, instead she was creating areas along the ground which were cooled down, so that she could enter the building. It wasn't impossible that someone might've been alive in there, stuck on the floor in that veritable inferno. Rubbing snow along the surface of her body, Rin ran into this hell. Keeping low along the floor, where the smoke was least prevalent, she covered her face with her clothes. Fortunately, the winter's clothes functioned not only to keep her warm in the cold, but also to protect her from the worst of the heat when entering the building. Even so, it only took mere moments before her coat had begun melting. The heat penetrating so deeply into her body, that she couldn't stay for long. Even then, as she wallowed through the remainder of the infernal rubble, the heat seemed to only get stronger. As if a worse source of fire had been present in that direction. An area which she definitely couldn't investigate closer from the inside of the inferno. It'd burn her alive. Looking around panicked, she called out. "Anyone here?!.. I'm here to rescue you!" Hearing no immediate answer, nor any whimpering, crying or otherwise, the redhead hurried back outside, immediately throwing herself down into a pile of snow to cool off. Breathing in agony, it felt like her lungs were on fire... There were no one left to save, so she needed to protect herself, lest she become a victim of... whatever the hell was going on.

So the next objective was to make sure that the fire would cease spreading. Literally digging trenches and having them filled with snow, which consequently turned to water, which then evaporated, keeping the situation from escalating while letting the ruins burn out. All of these efforts to contain the flames and get the situation under control. Though, as Rin was working her way around the place, still completely stunned that no one else had arrived yet, the far worse scent reached her nostrils. That unmistakable scent of nicely roasted human. Rin, having already struggled keeping the contents of her stomach in, heaved two or three times as her eyes befell the melting body, physically forcing herself to keep it together. The body's hair was completely gone. The skin was mostly melted. The clothes had completely melted. The back was broken and open. Most would've probably left it at that, but something inside Rin compelled her to securing the body. Digging her hands in the snow at the side, Rin wasn't exactly sure why this was important to her, but she ran up to the body...

Grasping under the arms, raising her leg against the metal of the window frame, the rubber contents of her boots were already melting again, as she began pulling the body loose from the frame. The blood which she had bled earlier was wrapping around the corpse, assisting her in cutting it loose from the places where it had melted together with the metallic window frame. Tears visible in her eyes, as she struggled to get the body loose, slowly dragging it across the burning ground and out into the snow. The flesh and skin was rolling off his arms as she pulled the body loose, almost making Rin hurl right then and there. Still, with a good amount of focus and effort, the body was eventually cut free from it's prison. Not without having burnt a hole through Rin's shoes and leaving light burns on her hands and forearms. Focussing on the body, Rin had wanted to figure out who this person was. Figuring that, being at the center of this mess, perhaps learning who they were could give her an indication as to what the hell was going on. Yet all that greeted her was a melted mass of clothes, flesh & skin, ashes and whatever else all of these things were. Anything like a wallet, identification or otherwise, already burnt away. A complete Jane or John Doe to Rin. So burnt in fact, that Rin couldn't really even identify their gender. Possibly due to the stress of the situation as well.

The stench hit her again, as she staggered a couple of steps away, finally emptying her stomach out into the snow. Sweat pouring off of her, the girl's skin was visibly red in the few locations it was exposed. Eyes feeling dry and vision being blurry. Having gotten so intensely warm in her rescue efforts that she had borderline burns in the areas where her skin had been exposed. Clothes mostly melted, with her boots having clearly melted the heels off, it hadn't quite melted into her skin yet... but she knew that if she continued being exposed to the heat, it likely would be... The job was done, there was nothing more which she could do.

Rolling over in the snow, an ample distance from both her vomit and the corpse, Rin didn't understand what was happening. Everything here looked abandonned, forgotten. The fire in the dormitory direction still burning uncontested. No sounds of terror or otherwise. Just dead silence, with the flames burning away. Yet, the markings after the explosions, the intensity of the heat, the nature of the explosions. Everything pointed towards an absurd amount of fire dust having gone off. With how many places said dust had been detonated, it even seemed like some kind of plotted attack. If that was the case, why had this particular building been targetted?... Why were none of the students at the academy running over..? The girl didn't understand... Exhausted, she just laid there on her back, trying to cool her own body off in a pile of snow. It was a fortunate climate for such a terrible tragedy...

Welcome to Haven, Rin. Welcome.

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[DE] [Event 3 Haven Finale] Too Little, Too Late Jan 14, 2020 13:00:56 GMT -5

Post by Erytheia Hellebore on Jan 14, 2020 13:00:56 GMT -5

The noble warrior stood, and the people looked to her.

For she was a beacon - hope given form, yet still only human.
Within that truth there was great promise.
If one could stand against the night, then so too could anyone - everyone.

In her hand the warrior held a Rose. And her aura burned bright.

❝

Returning from speaking with her mother was always a relief.

Perhaps others might have felt better returning home to meet their families. Erytheia didn't know much about the other students' personal lives, despite her best efforts to maintain at least a cordial relationship with everyone in her class. Family just wasn't something that was brought up all that often, and sometimes, she was grateful for that. Other times, it left her wondering idly about how other families worked.

Oh, she was indeed aware that the Hellebore family - the main branch of it immediately connected to her, anyway - could not be considered normal. Most people didn't begin training to be a Hunter from a young age, and while others of lesser social station might be held up to the standards of their ancestors, it was certainly a fair bet that they were never as high as those of her own family. But it was precisely because of their high station that she needed to make herself more than she had been. Most people didn't have the luxury of affording private combat tutors. Most people didn't have the luxury of not worrying about money and all the needs it fulfilled. She had been blessed at birth with so much, whereas others had so little, that to not make full use of it, in the best way possible and for the good of those without, was practically a sin in and of itself.

That said, it was still hard to speak to Alramadi Hellebore, even with the entire week to prepare for it. Her mother was a force of nature both on the battlefield and in private, and the crushing pressure that Erytheia felt when in her presence was born of equal parts guilt at her own inadequacy, shame at her own inadequacy, and the woman's own natural charisma. Alramadi was unyielding and strict and dignified where her daughter weaved and bobbed unsteadily like a reed caught in a high wind. She never seemed to falter, pursuing whatever her objective was at the moment with a single minded ferocity that Erytheia only wished her own self possessed. To Alramadi, both the means to an end and the ends itself were important, but the latter more so than the former, and it reflected in not only how hard she drove her daughter, but herself as well.

Dinner at the restaurant had been arranged a week prior, and so they were given their privacy in one of the rooms kept separate from the rest of the diners. Talking to her mother was like treading a minefield - the Hellebore heiress had secured her future for the moment, but without results to show tangible improvement, Alramadi had been very disapproving. A wrong word in the wrong place, and she would have been hard pressed to allow Erytheia to keep studying at Haven. In as many words, the notion that her daughter wasn't already topping the charts of every student present was a disappointment - with the Fall so fresh in everyone's minds, and Haven's rapid restructuring and opening of its doors to everyone on the street, Erytheia's failure to do so did not bode well for her continued performance.

More time. She needed more time.

To recover, and regain strength. To grow beyond what she once had, and to show her mother that she would not be the disappointment she was once thought to be. Still was thought to be, in her mother's eyes. She hadn't done anything yet, just bought herself the chance to even try. Maybe that would be enough, just for now.

Such thoughts occupied her head as she made her way back into Haven, her feet walking the familiar paths still mostly clear of snow, cloak hung about her shoulders like a comforting hug. Perhaps if she performed well at the Vytal festival...

Light and fire interrupted her thoughts, enough to snap her out of it. Looking up from her hands, clasped loosely together at a low angle, Erytheia blinked for a moment before it dawned on her what she was seeing. That had come from the direction of the Great Hall. Immediately, she broke into a loping run, following the cleared pathways instead of pushing her way through the deep snow that would only serve to hinder her more. What was going on? Were they under attack? Or had something gone wrong?

It took a little over ten minutes to make her way into areas where the snow no longer covered the ground quite as thickly, and a little over five more to reach the Great Hall, hands now held at her sides and ready to engage any assailants in combat if it should prove necessary. She wasn't armed with her usual Irkalla, having left it behind before she went out to meet Alramadi for dinner, but going back for it now would mean coming back too late to catch the culprit - or help anyone, if that was necessary. There was a distant shout, though the Hellebore heiress couldn't quite make out the words, and she quickened her pace, now certain that there were still people nearby.

And then, she saw the extent of the damage, and her heart dropped like a lead piece into her stomach. She glanced about, and that was when she caught sight of the two bodies in the snow. Moving quickly at first, she slowed down when more features came into view, lit by the flickering flames in the not so far distance. The first body was a charred mess, and the second-

The second...

"...Rin?"

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[DE] [Event 3 Haven Finale] Too Little, Too Late Jan 14, 2020 16:37:02 GMT -5

Post by Rin Hellebore on Jan 14, 2020 16:37:02 GMT -5

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From the girl's incredible body heat, the snow pile that she was lying on had begun melting rather rapidly almost immediately, causing the girl to sink down into the snow. Eyes closed, body exhausted, the melted snow began soaking into her clothes. From feeling overly heated, it hadn't taken many moments before the girl, slowly from then on, began feeling cold. The nauseating feeling also returned in full force, reminding Rin that rapidly switching from cold, to extremely hot, to cold, likely resulted in somewhat of a biological system shock. So there, alone in the cold, Rin was having her own little struggle. Memories were flooding, as her mind was racing through the different things that had led her here. Headache was building, as the thoughts refused to silence themselves. The desire to know what was happening, what had been going on. So much unanswered. At this point, Rin wasn't even aware, if falling asleep from exhaustion would leave her to freeze to death, alone. Were others even around at the academy still..? This fear of abandonment alone made the girl struggle to sit back up. Flailing a little, when suddenly a voice broke the silence. A voice that had gotten all too close and sounded all too familiar. In a panic, this made the still transformed girl get to her feet at a rapid pace. Stumbling uneasy, the world was still a blur. The stomach feeling still less than ideal. Holding her mouth closed with her hand, as her torso heaved, threathening to vomit a second time.

White hair, red eyes, delicate features forming their frames. So alike that they might've been sisters. If anyone were to look at the two girls from a distance, it was clear to see that they were related. Though, immediately as the transformation came to an end, the clear connections became less and less obvious. The girl's hair slowly returned to its firey red, as color stretched from the roots at her scalp to the very tip of her curled locks. Likewise, swirling through the pupils in her eyes, colors of blue, turning the overall impression of her eyes purple. Mouth slightly agape, Theia could see how the teeth that had been baring almost like fangs returned to normal. Now, if someone were to come upon them, they had a striking resemblance in features, but nothing more. Their bond as family hardly noticeable. Mouth still agape, Rin had stood there, dumbstruck for a few moments. Hands beginning to move in rapid motions, as if Rin was attempting to communicate yet being unable to express a singular word. Eventually, a broken and hurting voice escaped her throat, as she formally did a curtsey, almost falling on the ice and snow in her attempt to be polite and well mannered. "P-princess Erytheia H-Hellebore! P-p-pleasure to see you, m-my mistress! I-I-I'm g-glad that no harm has befallen you." The words Rin chose to communicate with spoke a story very clearly. Theia was better than she was. Worth more than she was. Infinitely more so. The redheaded female hadn't even dared hint at the fact that they were family, as if doing so would be an affront to the heirress.

"M-M-May I ask if your graciousness has an-any idea what might be going on here?.. I c-came upon this infernal hellscape, f-finding naught but a burning man. M-my efforts to control the situation or acquire a-a-assistance have proven futile." A little wobbly on her feet, now that Rin was no longer transformed, the family heirress may be able to notice just how burnt her clothes were. Everything on her person had slightly melted, the tips of her locks having burnt, her skin having several red areas of visible irritation to her skin. Rin was in pain and was suffering, yet she met Theia with the same respectful posture and smile that the heiress had known her for, for so many years now. As the transformation came to a complete stop, the blood that Rin had been controlling fell into the snow around her like a crimson velvet veil, making it look like she was placed in the middle of a murder scene. Eyeing Erytheia with a mild apprehension, the redhead wasn't quite sure what to do, nor what to feel.

On one hand, there was another person present in this hellscape. It meant that the immediate need to fight for survival was less present. At the same time however, it was the heiress to the family name. The one person Rin might've been the most frightened of meeting face to face. For so many years it had been hammered into her head how Erytheia was worth so much more to her. The mere pressence of this female was enough to make Rin feel like her free will was withering into nothingness. All the teachings, all the beatings, all the aspirations, so firmly imbedded into her that her body reacted instinctively. The tension that had been present in Rin slowly subsided. The small hands which had curled into fists hanging loose. The palm of her hands seemed to have been burnt the worst, so it probably was a relief not to clench too tightly. Tired, exhausted, Rin relented. Continuing to debase herself, as her tone shifted to un emotional and borderline static. This was the role she was taught to play. So at least she would play it to the best of her ability. "Please let me know if I can be of service to you, my lady."

Last Edit: Jan 14, 2020 16:38:04 GMT -5 by Rin Hellebore

Erytheia Hellebore

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[DE] [Event 3 Haven Finale] Too Little, Too Late Jan 19, 2020 17:34:35 GMT -5

Post by Erytheia Hellebore on Jan 19, 2020 17:34:35 GMT -5

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How many years had it been since they had last spoken face to face? How many times had they walked past each other at events where they were both present, their silence held by the company they were surrounded by? Gloved hands pressed against each other, intertwined fingers fidgeting for a long moment as those red eyes continued to look at the other Hellebore both in the present and the past, unfocused with reminiscence and the rapid flicker of thoughts within her mind. Why here? Why now? And why Rin, of the myriad numbers of her cousins who were eligible to come to Haven? A part of her was happy - joyful, even, that one of the few people she could call friend was present in her life once more - and yet, that part clashed deeply with equal portions worry and anxiety. Possibilities flickered through her mind - her mother had always been one to act quickly and decisively, and the Fall had removed what hold she'd had over the academy and making it a place where Erytheia could operate in relative freedom. Rin showing up so soon after their first meeting since she'd come to Haven - was it a coincidence, or the tightening fingers of her mother's iron fist?

There were just as many arguments that the young woman could think of for as against - Rin had seemed to like her during their time together and Erytheia had tried her best to befriend her outside the training rings where they were forced to fight. Rin could be making a bid for her own autonomy like she was attempting even now - and Rin was, quite possibly, beneath Alramadi's notice. She had other people whom she trusted more, with better track records and regarded more favorably than Rin had ever been in the family matriarch's eyes. Erytheia wanted to believe that it was nothing more than that, and that she was overthinking things, but at the same time, Alramadi had all the cunning of a warrior who had spent most of her life commanding from the front, and could order any member of the branch family around regardless of their personal feelings on the matter. It was agonizing, the conflict of wanting to trust one of the few friends she'd ever had and yet being aware that that trust could put a sharp end to the future she was trying to build for herself.

And so when Rin spoke first, and snapped her out of the stunned state she'd been set in until then, Erytheia was startled enough to have her eyes widen slightly in surprise - and then dip downwards in shame. Inwardly, she berated herself for that hesitation - Rin had done absolutely nothing to warrant suspicion, and to even consider such was another show of incompetence that was unbefitting of the would be heiress to the Hellebore line. As the other continued to speak, however, it was becoming rapidly obvious to Erytheia both in terms of the words used and the body language that Rin displayed that she was nowhere near comfortable in her presence, and the fact that Rin had defaulted to the usual manner of speaking as she would do to other members of the main family was a clear indication of that.

The heiress smiled, but it was small and sad, and her eyes were dark and devoid of the mirth that would normally fill them.

"No need for that, Rin," she said, unclasping the brooch that held the cloak shut around her neck before taking it off in a smooth motion and reaching out to hang it about her cousin's shoulders, fastening the brooch so that the other girl could wear it without needing to hold it closed. Soaking wet as she was from the snowmelt, it wasn't much, but at the very least it would ward off the worst of the wind chill. Scarlet eyes flickered over to the burnt corpse, and then at the burning wreckage of what had been Professor Van Sange's home while on campus, and her lips pressed into a thin line before forcing another smile as she turned her attention back to the other Hellebore - and more specifically, the various wounds clearly visible, before moving to meet her eyes again.

"Mother's influence does not extend over Haven's grounds, and few know the importance of my lineage. Here, I am simply Erytheia. Refer to me thusly in the future. I do not know what is going on, but I can try to find out while we get you to the infirmary. A moment, if you please."

Pulling out her Scroll, Erytheia typed in a quick message into the chatroom and sent it, though she didn't wait around for a reply before she turned her attention to Rin, and motioned for her to follow, making sure to keep a pace that the other girl could follow without too much discomfort and keeping an eye on the injured girl and the signs she was showing. It was a priority to get Rin out of the wind and snow before she caught a cold - or worse, hypothermia - but she did not want to push her beyond a sedate pace for fear of exacerbating the injuries already present. If worse came to worst, she would carry Rin the rest of the way herself, but hopefully, it wouldn't come to that.

"This way."

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[DE] [Event 3 Haven Finale] Too Little, Too Late Jan 19, 2020 23:55:19 GMT -5

Post by Rin Hellebore on Jan 19, 2020 23:55:19 GMT -5

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The girl was soaked from the melting snow, yet she seemed unable to truly process it. With the heat blasting from straight ahead, the wind barely felt cold. It created an odd dichotomy where her front was rather toasty, with her rear being borderline frozen. It meant that every breath the redhead had seemed to alternate between shivering gasping from the cold, with long drawn out breaths from the heat. Sweating and freezing at the same time, though seemingly not registering much of it herself. Standing at attention, ready to assist Erytheia with any whim that was needed. As the white haired female stepped closer, Rin stiffened, instinctively taking half a step back into the pile of snow. Closing her eyes, expecting a slap to the side of her head for being so preposterously unprepared for the situation she found herself in, Erytheia could see it in her body language. How she braced herself, ready for an impact, without raising her guard. Taught to accept the punishments for her failures without question. Instead, a cloak was wrapped around her, causing Rin to open her eyes, look at Erytheia, then at the cloak, then stammering out a, "B-but you'll g-get cold.." Looking a little guilty as well, the awkward tension between the two of them could be cut through with a knife. They both had their reason to worry in the pressence of the other. Certainly, the one that had decided where Rin was currently at was none other than Erytheia's mother. However, Rin had been sent here with no other explanation than becoming an excellent huntress, so she could serve the family in the future. If this was a ploy to gain the heiress's favors, or reign her back in, Rin wasn't in on the little scheme.

Nodding quietly, softly, timidly, Rin wasn't quite certain what to say or think to the words spoken by Theia. The fact that the heiress was standing there, speaking so openly in revolt to her own mothers influence, had Rin quite confused. Far as the redhead knew, going against the matriach of the family was inviting all sorts of trouble. Besides, Alramadi was the most fantastic person. Competent, intelligent, cunning, deceptive, persuasive. There weren't enough words in the vocabulary to praise the matriarch, no matter how many Rin had been looking up. It was very conflicting for the redhead. On one hand, she had Alramadi that had been pushing listening to them like they were goddesses on pedestals. On the other, there was Theia, asking to be treated like a regular person. Conflicting and confusing. "..I uh, thought someone in the flames might've been alive. S-so I tried to help." Rin said in a quiet tone. Her voice trembling and quivering, as she took a deep breath, attempting her very best not to reveal the durress she was feeling under. Having a hiccup, as keeping down the desire to cry at seeing a friendly face in this hellscape."..It seems like he or she was the target of something. I was barely able to.." Blinking a couple of times, her eyes were watery, from the pain and the emotion. Having literally touched a corpse with her hands, she didn't feel like wiping her eyes. "...Uhm, to pull him or her out of the flames... T-their skin l-literally melted onto m-mine..."

Rin had begun moving, following Theia, staying appropriately behind the other girl. A command had been given, so the girl had no rights to resist or complain. Not that Rin was in any mood to complain about being taken to the infirmary. Without a clue as to what was going on, the thought that there were others than herself and Theia was a welcome little change of pace. "I tried my scr-scroll f-for information, b-but the... o-overload of messages and... updates... m-made it crash..." At this point, Rin was starting to shiver more than anything else, the tears dripping from the corner of her eyes on occasion, though no singular sound betrayed her crying. Moving away from the veritable bonfire which had been keeping her warm made the cold seep into her body rapidly. Shivers, trembling, breathing faster and rubbing her own shoulders in an attempt to stay warm. Their breath was now again visible in the air in front of her with every step that she took. Whatever kind of terrorist attack had happened here, it seemed like Theia, who had been at the location prior to anything happening, was equally as unaware as to the ongoings as Rin herself was. Perhaps the darkness which covered the whole academy had been fired first to cause chaos and disarray. First sewing the chaos before striking the jugular. So the person which she had digged out of the bonfire had likely been a target since the very beginning. Musings that Rin would keep in her mind for later. For now, Rin had fallen silent, simply stepping forwards, directed towards the infirmary. Rin didn't feel excessively wounded, but her state of mind wasn't great for continuing onwards.

Adjusting the cloak slightly, she tugged it tighter to herself. It had a scent of family. It had the warmth of family. It was everything Rin knew, instinctively, that she needed and wanted. At the same time, however, it felt so superficial. The Hellebore family wasn't one like most others. Perhaps with some time at the academy, Rin would adjust herself to fit better into the real world, rather than the fabricated world of her family's delusions.

Last Edit: Jan 19, 2020 23:56:32 GMT -5 by Rin Hellebore

Erytheia Hellebore

Haven Academy

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[DE] [Event 3 Haven Finale] Too Little, Too Late Jan 25, 2020 7:37:12 GMT -5

Post by Erytheia Hellebore on Jan 25, 2020 7:37:12 GMT -5

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Erytheia did not say much while her cousin spoke, choosing instead to keep moving forward after a gentle reassurance that she would be fine without her cloak for the time it would take them both to traverse between the Great Hall and the infirmary. That did not mean, however, that she did not pay the other any mind - on the contrary, the Hellebore heiress kept a careful eye on Rin as the two of them walked, even as she kept her head on a near constant swivel, gazing into the darkness for any hint of danger. There hadn't been anyone else nearby when she'd found Rin by the burning wreckage of Van Sange's house, and if it was a deliberate and targeted attack as it seemed to obviously be, then the very real possibility of the culprits being still at large was something that was at the forefront of her mind as they followed the pathways carved into the snow.

"I will make sure you are updated with all the relevant information once the offices are open again," she nodded in response to Rin's profession of the quality of her Scroll, a slight pulse of frustration in the back of her mind. Clearly, the other Hellebore had not been given proper equipment for her time at the Huntsman Academy. While the abilities and ranges of Scrolls seemed to improve exponentially every year with a host of new features in every new model that came out, it wasn't as if a single modern and up to date Scroll was too much to ask for, especially when the owner of that Scroll was supposed to be attending Haven. The heiress made up her mind to provide whatever her mother was evidently unwilling to - she had that much freedom here, at least.

Oh, Rin. The child she'd been forced to brutalize during training for both their sakes - ostensibly her training partner, but both of them knew full well that Rin was not there to test her martial skill, but rather to purge weakness from her combat routine and the urge to go easy on an enemy who might not yet be defeated. To harden her heart against the realities of the world, so that when the time came, she would not hesitate. And for all that Erytheia agreed with her mother's decision, she still hated that it had to be done. Seeing the younger Hellebore now was enough to water the seeds of the guilt that had been buried deep since those younger days, and she made a promise to herself - that though she might not be able to affect anything in the long term, that though it would never make up for what she had done to the younger girl when they had not even reached their teens, Erytheia would do her best to look out for her, however she could.

"Do not dwell on it too long," was the gentle reply, reaching out to press a comforting hand on the other's shoulder for a moment before she smiled, a small and sad affair.

"It is unfortunate, but do not blame yourself. The strength of that explosion probably meant that the victim was dead before anyone could do anything."

Her golden eyes were drawn back to the still bleeding wound on Rin's wrist, self inflicted by her cousin to use her Semblance, moments before the younger Hellebore pulled the cloak tighter about herself and it disappeared from view. Reaching into one of her pockets, Erytheia produced a handkerchief from within - a black and delicately embroidered affair that probably cost a full week's wages for anyone in a normal income bracket.

"Your hand is still bleeding, Rin. We should stem the flow, or at least try to."

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[DE] [Event 3 Haven Finale] Too Little, Too Late Jan 25, 2020 14:05:50 GMT -5

Post by Rin Hellebore on Jan 25, 2020 14:05:50 GMT -5

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The exhaustion was starting to slowly dig into the smaller girl's frame, as the adenaline gave way for reality. Despite having the cloak of Theia draped around herself, the cold was digging in deeply too. The darkness, after having stared at the bright flame for a while, was all encompassing. The redheaded maiden could hardly see anything in this dark, as her eyes refused to adjust after those bright flames. It made her walk behind Theia all the more clumsy. The way the heiress spoke was comforting, though. A known voice admist the chaos, even offering words of encouragement. It wasn't like the words she had been expecting. How it was Rin's own fault that she had arrived so woefully unprepared to deal with an actual enormous crysis. How it was on her to go out, get a part time job of some kind and earn money to keep her equipment updated. The soft smile on Rin's lips was one of appreciation. Though the tone in her voice spoke of how little energy she had left at this point. The topics that she picked to speak about also very clearly spoke that her top floor wasn't operating at peak proficiency. Oddly enough though, Rin had ceased her stuttering... "...my suitcase with most of the travel things are at the station, still. I couldn't carry them this far in the snow. I'll have to go pick them up tomorrow... I'll get an up to date scroll by then, too."

Rin's breathing was starting to sound out of whack too. Deep, concentrated breaths followed by short and sharp exhales. Small pearls of sweat appearing on her forehead. The backpack was getting oddly heavy as well, as she adjusted it in her grip. Almost slipping on the snow, she blinked a couple of times, doing her best to keep up with the heiress. Thats when the other made a comment about how Rin was still bleeding. Raising her hand to look at her wrist, it wasn't until now that she realized she had done nothing to cover the wound. Normally, Rin would seal the damage she did to herself with her own power; causing the wound to scab and remain shut, so that she'd not accidentally bleed out. It would seem that the stress and panic of the situation had caused her to make an elementary mistake. Behind her, there was a long red trail, as the red liquid had dripped from her fingertips.

"Oh... I must've missed hardening the blood at my wound while my semblance was active... wonder why that is.. Silly me, haha." Rin spoke, matter of factly, trying to keep the mood light while downplaying the injury, seeming a little confused yet, strangely, not very bothered, as she accepted the handkerchief and very crudely wrapped it around her own wrist. Tying a knot as tight as she could, th. Utilizing her teeth and her left arm to tie the knot. Even doing so by turning her side to Theia, as if getting some of her blood onto her cousin was an unacceptable act. Though it was tight, it hadn't stopped the bleeding entirely. The wrist had quite the powerful arteries, which is precisely why Rin had produced her blood from the wrist to begin with. Slowly, as they walked, the handkerchief began changing color to be more and more crimson. Rin beginning to sweat more and more, though she wasn't in any immediate danger of bleeding out.

As they reached the next building, Rin, unaware of whether it was the dorms, the infirmary, the training locales, simply pushed inside the door, instinctively looking for shelter and warmth. "I just.. I just need to sit down for.. Two or three minutes, miss Theia... I'll be... up in no time..." Panting a little, the girl groaned in exhausted pain as she leaned against the wall, slowly sliding down to sit on her butt. Shivering, she pulled the cloth tighter around herself, closing her eyes, just for a moment. Just enough to get that nasty light from the bonfire to slink into the darkness, just enough to...

In an oddly mechanical fashion, Rin's head tilted to the side as she lost consciousness, her arms that had been folded over her chest to keep the cloth snugg against herself falling to either side. Breathing deeply, heavily, troubled, it was no wonder how a girl that small having exerted herself through snow and flames for possibly hours had finally reached the end of her stamina. In these moments, the redheaded Hellebore looked calm, quiet and at peace. Looking at her though, it was very clear that Rin would need a little more than a couple of minutes. Perhaps, if she was extremely unfortunate, the untreated wound would even cause her not to get up on her own again.

Last Edit: Feb 20, 2020 0:57:14 GMT -5 by Rin Hellebore

Erytheia Hellebore

Haven Academy

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[DE] [Event 3 Haven Finale] Too Little, Too Late Feb 25, 2020 13:26:26 GMT -5

Post by Erytheia Hellebore on Feb 25, 2020 13:26:26 GMT -5

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The worry that lurked under every thought like a disease was something that grew with every minute Rin continued to speak. "Missing" hardening her own blood to prevent the bleed out wasn't very like her - the other Hellebore was meticulous to a fault, and even more so under pressure, even if some might find her efforts wanting. She had unlocked her Semblance far earlier than the heiress' own Airtafae - had grown up with it, had trained and fought with it that she knew it inside and out, including the consequences it wrought on her body. Either she had already lost enough blood in the duration of her Semblance to impair her judgment, or she had been more shaken up than Erytheia realized from discovering that... corpse.

The Hellebore heiress chewed on her bottom lip for a somber moment, reflecting on the burnt carcass that Rin had dragged out of the burning wreckage of the professor's home. She didn't know how an assassination attempt on Van Sange had succeeded - on the one hand, he was an experienced combatant and should have noticed something amiss for as long as it took to set up that amount of Dust for such a huge explosion. However, Huntsmen and Huntresses were killed all the time in the field from attacks that had come from where they weren't expecting. And Van Sange had been noticeably lax when it came to anything outside the purview of classes, being known to indulge in Scroll games more than was advisable. Some might argue that he was even that way during lessons. Regardless, if he had been focused on entertainment enough that he hadn't the presence of mind to focus on anything else, then it would have not been implausible that he either hadn't noticed it being set up while he was inside, or that he hadn't noticed the trigger mechanism when he entered. Either way, the school no doubt had his biometrics on file, and could confirm his demise quickly enough.

Before Erytheia could intervene with regards to Rin's wound and help with the bandage herself, the younger Hellebore had already tied it shut around herself. That only mollified the heiress' worry for a short while, however - the seeping growth of red beneath that hankerchief slowly made itself more present, and with it increasing Erytheia's worry. Her eyes widened as Rin slumped against the wall and down into a sitting position, mumbling under her breath before her head sagged to the side as she fell asleep. Darting forward, the blonde reached out to press her fingers against a clammy hand - a weak pulse still beat against her skin, much to her immediate relief. That didn't stop her from gathering the shorter girl into her arms, however, and starting off into a quick stride towards the infirmary.

"Hold on, Rin," were the quiet words, spoken so softly that anyone she might have passed wouldn't hear. Perhaps not even the cousin dozing in her arms would have heard, beyond consciousness as she was - but Erytheia held that weight in her arms and pressed her cheek to the other's forehead as she strode down empty hallways and darkened corridors, as if that alone could convey the strength of her want to set things right. There were so many things she wanted to say, so many things she wanted to tell her, but she settled for a quiet reassurance, to her and her cousin alike.

"I will not leave you. Not this time."

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[DE] [Event 3 Haven Finale] Too Little, Too Late Feb 25, 2020 16:55:04 GMT -5

Post by Wolfe on Feb 25, 2020 16:55:04 GMT -5

XP Distribution:

Erytheia: 30 x 200% (event bonus) = 60

245 + 60 = 305

Rin: 50 x 200% (event bonus) = 100

222 + 100 = 322

Wolfe: 11 x 200% (event bonus) = 22

0 + 22 = 22

Erytheia gets 1EP for finale and loses 1 for not posting in scene setting. Rin gets 2EP for Finale and Scene Setting post.

Last Edit: Feb 25, 2020 16:55:26 GMT -5 by Wolfe