[Her first big mission as a Reclaimer and she's still tromping through the undergrowth. In a city.
Really?
Still, assistance is assistance. She was dragged out of certain death, so might as well make the most of it.
Sonya tries the straightforward approach for as long as she can, which to her merit, is a good five minutes of running through the labyrinth before she throws in the towel, brushing her damp hair back with a grimace.]
Sorry, but getting sweaty like this really isn't my style.
[And why should it be? She's honed her powers for years, after all, and while her magic isn't quite as potent here as it once was, she can at least clear away some greenery. What kind of useless wizard would she be if she couldn't at least do that?
Sorry to anyone on the other side of the maze wall, because Sonya isn't pulling any punches with the fireball spell that's currently blasting a hole through it.]
the goldcliff trust
[Fireballs can't fix everything, but it's not for a lack of trying.
Oh, Sonya doesn't expect it to work just for her, not after everything that's already been done. If it was simply a matter of incineration, she figures, they wouldn't be having such a difficult time with a bunch of overgrown plants in the first place.
The fireballs slung by here are more of an attempt to gauge exactly how fast the plant growth is. Which turns out to be rather fast.
Figures.
Sonya sets her hands on her hips and tilts her head slightly, pursing her lips before calling out to whoever's next to her with a smile.]
Think they'll move aside if I say pretty please?
[She's joking. Mostly.]
off to the races
[Sonya is a woman of class and style. She is, of course, going for that adorable tressym mask. Cat girls are stylish no matter the world, it seems.
Still, doesn't mean she actually wanted to spend a day in the life of a flying cat thing. She would be embarrassed at the lack of control these senses offer her, but, well. Tressyms aren't ashamed to be themselves, are they? Besides, she's actually having a little fun leaning into those wild instincts right now. You feel yourself being followed, but it isn't until she finds you most unaware that Sonya pounces, literally pounces, and pulls you close to her.]
Well, I hope I at least caught something worthwhile.
[Is she talking about you? She's talking about you.]
wildcard
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sonya / fire emblem: shadows of valentia / wizard
Really?
Still, assistance is assistance. She was dragged out of certain death, so might as well make the most of it.
Sonya tries the straightforward approach for as long as she can, which to her merit, is a good five minutes of running through the labyrinth before she throws in the towel, brushing her damp hair back with a grimace.]
Sorry, but getting sweaty like this really isn't my style.
[And why should it be? She's honed her powers for years, after all, and while her magic isn't quite as potent here as it once was, she can at least clear away some greenery. What kind of useless wizard would she be if she couldn't at least do that?
Sorry to anyone on the other side of the maze wall, because Sonya isn't pulling any punches with the fireball spell that's currently blasting a hole through it.]
the goldcliff trust
Oh, Sonya doesn't expect it to work just for her, not after everything that's already been done. If it was simply a matter of incineration, she figures, they wouldn't be having such a difficult time with a bunch of overgrown plants in the first place.
The fireballs slung by here are more of an attempt to gauge exactly how fast the plant growth is. Which turns out to be rather fast.
Figures.
Sonya sets her hands on her hips and tilts her head slightly, pursing her lips before calling out to whoever's next to her with a smile.]
Think they'll move aside if I say pretty please?
[She's joking. Mostly.]
off to the races
Still, doesn't mean she actually wanted to spend a day in the life of a flying cat thing. She would be embarrassed at the lack of control these senses offer her, but, well. Tressyms aren't ashamed to be themselves, are they? Besides, she's actually having a little fun leaning into those wild instincts right now. You feel yourself being followed, but it isn't until she finds you most unaware that Sonya pounces, literally pounces, and pulls you close to her.]
Well, I hope I at least caught something worthwhile.
[Is she talking about you? She's talking about you.]
wildcard
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