001~ The Debut
Who: Hilde; open to warriors of Cosmos
When: Present time
Where: Order's Sanctuary
What: Hilde arrives for the fight.
Type: Either's fine!
Notes/Warnings: Multiple threads are fine/encouraged, as is thread-jumping. In the event of more than one thread, I'll just treat the order of occurrence as chronological.
Hilde awoke slowly, peacefully, feeling surprisingly well-rested. Tilting her head to the side, the left, she observed her surroundings -- no longer the wicked, distorted spires of Ostrheinsburg, but an attractive place, unfamiliar though it was -- or was it?
She sat up, feeling for Frischer Himmel at her side. It was still sheathed, as expected, but a quick glance from side to side showed the absence of her lance, making her frown -- but only momentarily, for then she stood, studying the area with a puzzled but not unpleased eye. She had last been... with him, had she not? And yet this did not feel like the touch of dark magic, of evil -- the warm voice that had spoken to her... Hilde had long since forgotten the touch of a mother, but if she had to describe it...
Well. She was not about to be hasty with trusting it wholly, but neither could she ignore that sense of necessity, that impulse to heed that voice's plea, at the very least, regardless of its source.
Leaving her blade in place, Hilde reached up to remove her helmet, tucking it beneath her arm after shaking her long hair loose a moment later. She took a step forward, only to pause again when the toe of her boot sent something tinkling across the ground; crouching, she retrieved the golden-hued crystal at her feet, rotating it in her armored fingers curiously before clasping it in her palm and then tucking it away in a motion almost unnoticed -- for whatever reason, it felt important, and worth holding on to.
"An odd summoning, to be sure," she said softly, thoughtfully, as she turned her attention to scanning the perimeter.
When: Present time
Where: Order's Sanctuary
What: Hilde arrives for the fight.
Type: Either's fine!
Notes/Warnings: Multiple threads are fine/encouraged, as is thread-jumping. In the event of more than one thread, I'll just treat the order of occurrence as chronological.
Hilde awoke slowly, peacefully, feeling surprisingly well-rested. Tilting her head to the side, the left, she observed her surroundings -- no longer the wicked, distorted spires of Ostrheinsburg, but an attractive place, unfamiliar though it was -- or was it?
She sat up, feeling for Frischer Himmel at her side. It was still sheathed, as expected, but a quick glance from side to side showed the absence of her lance, making her frown -- but only momentarily, for then she stood, studying the area with a puzzled but not unpleased eye. She had last been... with him, had she not? And yet this did not feel like the touch of dark magic, of evil -- the warm voice that had spoken to her... Hilde had long since forgotten the touch of a mother, but if she had to describe it...
Well. She was not about to be hasty with trusting it wholly, but neither could she ignore that sense of necessity, that impulse to heed that voice's plea, at the very least, regardless of its source.
Leaving her blade in place, Hilde reached up to remove her helmet, tucking it beneath her arm after shaking her long hair loose a moment later. She took a step forward, only to pause again when the toe of her boot sent something tinkling across the ground; crouching, she retrieved the golden-hued crystal at her feet, rotating it in her armored fingers curiously before clasping it in her palm and then tucking it away in a motion almost unnoticed -- for whatever reason, it felt important, and worth holding on to.
"An odd summoning, to be sure," she said softly, thoughtfully, as she turned her attention to scanning the perimeter.