Petition: Denied (r)

[cerise]

OOC: I'm sooooo bad at openers and lacking of a template since this is done on mobile so I hope it's OK! ))

Cerise huffed, her cheeks a rosy hue and puffed up just the smallest amount as she glowers at her knees. This whole trip had been fruitless, in fact, she didn't even get an audience with the king! Or the queen, or whoever it was that ruled Plegia these days. Truly, she couldn't even plead her point beyond one of the Royal chancellors who could only sigh and shake his head when she had demanded that they make new boats if the last ones had been destroyed.

And that is why one would find the young blonde sitting on the right side of the stairs that lead to the keep. She's quite clearly sitting on her bum, her knees drawn up to her chin and her sheathed sword sitting to her side. She's quite clearly bummed, eyes now rolling upward as she groans and kicks her legs out to stretch them a bit as she reaches an arm skywards to stretch.

Now what?

@rowan

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Eyes on fire,

A rumor worth investigating. Rowan had been absent from the audience chamber that morning; she was needed in one of the ramparts, tending to a bit of a mishap involving a ladder and a less-than-sober guardsman. With that headache behind her, the good captain was making her way back into the bulk of the keep; all it took was a passing word or two to catch her keen senses. "They demanded we do what? Build more boats..." The conversation trailed off behind her, but the damage was done. Rowan had already had her curiosity piqued and another sly pass by the conversing duo of officials gave her a more apt description of this blonde that had placed the request. Sweeping a hand back to push her hair out of her face, the archer made her way to the demander's last known location. Adjusting the single shoulder pad of armor she kept on, Rowan let out a soft grunt as she cleared her throat, letting Cerise know she was here as she took a few steps down the stairs. She turned a soft gaze to the girl and raised her brows before speaking up. "I take it you're the one who made the fuss about the boats."

how2write cerise i suck at openers too so its okaaaay

Your spine is ablaze

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[cerise]

Cerise pulled her arm back down, arching her back now some as she considers what exactly to do now. She could try to go learn how to build a ship, but needless to say even she understood that was a preposterous idea. Almost as preposterous as the Plegian's defense that ships were not needed in such tumultuous times. Yeah! She does happen to be a little bit upset thank you very much! And now she's back to being aimless, and well, hungry! But she can't help but groan as the realization that another plan to get back home has fallen through. And that, really, at this point she doesn't have any other ideas whatsoever.

And then she'll jump a bit, the woman with the bow perking up and tilting her head to the right as she blinks blankly and then purses her lips as she stares upwards at Rowan. "I wouldn't call it a fuss, it was just a simple petition of support." She'll remark in a delicate way, pouting quite readily as she rubs her shoulder. The yelling on the other hand was a fuss, as was the storming out in a flurry of curses. "... You're not here to kick me out of the castle are you?" She'd ask the woman, flashing her a cheesy smile as she rubs the back of her head now. "Because I swear, I only called him an idiot twice." She remarks, putting a hand on her side and coughing awkwardly.

@rowan

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Eyes on fire,

Just a simple petition, indeed, although anyone who had spent time in Plegia would know that the ship situation was a dead end that even Rowan gave up on. The funding was better spent in infrastructure, rebuilding for the people, and stamping out the Grimleal, apparently. Rowan would sooner set up some kind of ships to get back some trade with Valm but the situation was how it was, and she trusted her royalty to follow through with their own goals and plans. Rowan was busy studying the maiden as she rambled on a bit, getting the guard to tilt her head when asked if she was here to give her the big boot towards the door. The answer as to why soon followed - and Rowan could already recall how infuriating that man could be in particular when it came to people taking no for an answer. Crossing her arms, Rowan leaned into the side of the stairs and shrugged. "He needs a bit of verbal abuse every now and then. As long as you don't cause any actual trouble, I don't have to kick you out." Another bit of silence from the guard before she continued on. "What do you want with Plegian ships, anyways?"

Rowan sucks at conversation cerise wheeeee

Your spine is ablaze

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[cerise]

Cerise would blink twice and then grin brightly as she crossed her arms over her chest, nodding sharply along with Rowan. "Speak your peace and your mind when the chance arises, for you never know when you might find it again." She remarks in a measured, practiced way, the inflection on her voice much more mature and balanced as if she were commenting off of simple memory. "... Keep that one in mind, it's important." She'll ramble on, pursing her lips and awkwardly tilting her whole body left and right as she swallows dryly and blinks. Yep, she wasn't going to let that one go, especially because she could still hear those words as clear as day in her mind, she'd really dropped the whole ball on not asking all those questions she had wanted to.

And then she puts her hands on her hips, sucking on the inside of her cheek some as she straightens her back. "I need to return home to Valm." She remarks with a nod, not quite ready to divulge the nature of what her mission had been. Well, the mission of the elders she had come with, but... She was the last one left and it fell on to her to complete it. "To say nothing of the fact that I carry time sensitive information that carries great import." That was a lie, she knew nothing, well, beyond the fact that the Fell Dragon had returned, but the Voice of the Divine Dragon had to know that. "But, all the ships are gone now." She'll remark with a frown, wiping the back of her hand across her forehead. "I can still see them quite clearly, er- The Plegian flotilla when we arrived, all the flags fluttering in that fresh wind. She remarks, eyes rolling upwards as she tries to shake the haze off the memory. "Was it really all of them?" She would ask, sounding far less chipper than normal.



@rowan

((So totally holding out on getting a template because lazy))

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Eyes on fire,

The part about speaking ones mind seemed rehearsed, somehow, perhaps in the form of an oft-taught lesson. It was sound advice, to be sure, even if speaking your mind everytime would land you in an early grave in Plegia from some soured noble or ill-tempered bandit. Rowan would hear out the rest of what her speaker had to say, staring down with her clear eyes and taking in all that she could from her stair guest. The blonde was from Valm, it seemed; that would definitely explain the lack of knowledge regarding the country's lovely docks. That was altogether unimportant to Rowan in light of the fact that she also had important information - apparently important enough to come all the way to the capital to beg for a boat, all of which had sunk like the mood of this conversation. Rowan averted any potential gaze and turned to look down the stairs as she was asked if that really was all of the boats. "As far as I know, we have no more boats. I'd wager some private noble somewhere has stashed a personal vessel, but it would most likely be commandeered on sight for Plegian uses." A low sigh before turning her gaze to the girl, half-closed eyes regarding her posture. "I would advocate for some boats to be built myself, but I don't get much say in such matters. Not when everyone refuses to speak of it." Shaking her head, she continued on. "Time sensitive information. Did you divulge it during your plea? And is it of importance to our continent as well?"

BOATS AND HOES cerise WHATEVS

Your spine is ablaze

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[cerise]

As if Cerise was afraid of any soured noble or ill-tempered bandits! She had the divine Guidance of Naga on her side and she was the fiercest (Read: cutest) myrmidon on this side of Valm, she would not be cowed so easily! And yes, she seemed to lack knowledge about quite a few things, the least of all being the fact that all the ships are really gone. But she cannot help but let her eyes follow that shifting gaze of Rowan's and she can feel her stomach drop a bit as she continues on. She knew that would be the answer, her lips puckering a bit as she chews on the inside of her chest and heaves a heavy sigh, her hand reaching up to rub at the side of her head and then fix the red and black bow that sits atop it.

"Then, who are you?" She asks, sitting up a bit and regarding the guard as she offers her hand out towards Rowan. "Cerise." She'll remark with a chipper little nod as she continues to offer her hand. Someone who had at least some say in matters was good enough for the young woman without any leads whatsoever! "Annnnnd... No. It's... You can understand the reputation Plegia has." She remarks with an awkward cough, trying to shoot the other woman an encouraging smile as she tip toes around the fact that there might be a bit of a prejudice there against those that at one point heralded the return of Grima. And really, she wasn't all about becoming a hostage to be used as leverage against the followers of Naga, to say nothing of the fact she's the last one on the continent. Naga would be so disappointed in her! "Verily though, not just to your continent as well. It extends to all of human kind, the entire world!" She remarks, balling up her fist to clap it down into her palm. "I cannot overstate it's importance." But then she can't say what it is.

@rowan

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Eyes on fire,

Rowan only paused for a moment before taking Cerise's hand, giving a gentle squeeze and shake. She definitely wanted it to come across as firm and reassuring in some form. "Rowan. Captain of the Guard." The blonde nodded and let Cerise continue to fumble around with her words for a bit. Fumbled with more or less bringing up Plegia's unpleasant past. Rowan didn't need to be reminded of that. With her parents being who they are - or were, rather, considering she cut all ties with that life - in addition to the constant struggle Plegia itself had with its past. Between hard feelings towards Ylisse and the Grimleal stirring up trouble in the pot, combined with the uneasy monarchy situation and the general unease of the continent... It was messy, so Rowan could only frown in some sympathy at the comment and nod as Cerise continued on. "The whole world, huh? Thank Naga that's outside of my jurisdiction." Rowan eased herself down into a seat - a single stoop higher than Cerise from her natural seating position. She paused and smirked, tempted to chuckle. "Not to say I don't care about the world, but I've got enough problems keeping the peace in this country. Trying to stop the world from fighting might be out of my hands." A sigh escaped her lips and she rolled her shoulders, feeling a light pop as her sore joints creaked about. How long had it been since she had actually relaxed and stopped for a moment? Too long, it seemed. Rowan looked over at Cerise and pointed a question right at her. "What will you do without a ship?"

dorks cerise WHATEVS

Your spine is ablaze

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[cerise]

Cerise blinks and then brightens up a bit, her eyes wide as she leans forward and her hands shoot into her lap, clasping over one another as she stares at the other blonde. "Oooh, a captain." She'll remark, peering intently at Rowan. "Interesting." She'll remark, she's having a hard time getting her head off that sexy hunk of an Ylissean guard captain she had fancied before uh... That whole thing went down. Captains were hot! Well, so were those fancy king guards in general.

Really, 'killed by fell dragon' was an instant relationship killer for her, which is so unfortunate!

"It is a burden." She remarks, shaking her head left and right as she claps her hands behind her hands together in the small of her back and sways her hips left to right rhythmically. "And, sadly enough, it seems it's not the jurisdiction of anyone else either." She'll remark with a pout, letting her hands rest on her knees now as she heaves a heavy sigh and leans backwards somewhat and huffs up towards the sky as if she were blaming Naga for this! This was some kind of exam wasn't it?! Ugh!

"Now? I uhm... I'm going to keep trying to find my way home. I can't just give up." She remarks, clicking her tongue as she puffs out her cheeks a bit and tilts once more. "You're a soldier, you get that right?" She'll ask, already putting on another huff as she moves on, it seems she was already expecting a certain answer. "Worse comes to worse I guess I will go to Mount Prism, but I can't just... Sit there and do nothing!"

She could totally take on the undead horde of arisen and the end times all alone, right?