Beginning of a Beautiful Rivalry [Invite]

Sure…. Attacking someone who possessed a large massive two-handed cleaver who knows a hundred and one ways to disembowel someone is smart. Ivonne…was to say the least not a happy camper when she learned just what Dieter had done. IT wasn’t supposed to be possible! Dimension travelling, she scoffed when she heard it only to have the truth tossed right back onto her place when she saw just exactly where they were. Following after that was the massive disbelief and her trying to come to her senses that she’s now within the very same supposedly destroyed city now bustling with life. It beggars belief!

But fact was fact, she wouldn’t have believed it if she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes. She did, she saw it as clear as day and was now coming to terms with it without risking her already waning sanity. ’Matron’s teats… can’t you give me a break just this one mother Hydaelyn?!’ She thought with no small amount of irritation. Someone up there is bound to be laughing at her expense, yes laugh at the child who’s beyond done now. Dimension travelling was just adding more fuel to the fire in her ever-growing campaign with being done with the world.

’At least he saved you’ A voice helpfully tried to point out. Only it served to add more to the flames of the girl’s ire. Don’t take her wrong, she’s helpful for the assist. What she wasn’t thankful for… was her now being stuck somewhere foreign in the process! Now she had a lot of work to do, Fray’s old lessons kicking into gear as she set her own plans. Dotting it down into a mental work list. First thing was force, learn the layout of her new surroundings. She didn’t know how long she was going to be stuck it… and prolly. Think of an excuse when she gets back. That however was at the back of her mind. Ryan…was going to bloody flip… not like she hadn’t gotten the guy to flip before but this just…takes the cake on several levels.

And the least… Dieter had been cordial enough to offer room, alongside that offer she still had to think about. Not that she had much in that term of a choice. She thought scornfully, glancing down at the blade in her lap as she sat on the second bed within the room. Second… there was a first with some clearly personal effects on the nightstand beside it. A few clothes hanging within the dresser closet as well as some worn out shoes on the side. So…she was rooming with someone? She mentally asked, refusing to outwardly voice out her question and instead keeping her to normal silence. She had been closely examining her blade for the last ten minutes Checking for the usual nicks she might have to repair later on while at the same time cleaning any bloody trails it might have gotten from murdering that seeq. It wasn’t much, but she had to keep herself busy. Being busy meant it kept herself occupied from recollecting what she had learned from Dieter awhile ago. She can’t return unless she learned how to…. Just bloody great.

Another sigh slid her lips as she worked while a small ball of life zapped out of her blade, forming mid air into it’s primary form. A small wispy creature the size of a fairy completely made out of aether. The very same energy lying within her world. Though this world possessed a near similar state it wasn’t as dense as she was used to. Which… was going to be problematic unless he adapts to it. Another headache she needs to cross out, offering a hand up to the creature she watched in silence as it immediately purred, rubbing its cheeks onto her offered hand before it floated over to her stomach the same way a cat would when it wants attention. That action alone caused the corners of her lips to twitch upwards in a small smile. Her fingers gently brushed against its aetheric form, stroking it as a way to calm her mind. That…

Had been what blood thorn wanted until an unexpected interruption caused the child’s ministration to come to a halt. The door, a person was now standing on the doorway and boy did she look crossed. Must be the second person who the other bed belonged to… oh just great. Another sarcastic thought aside. The girl’s eyebrow rose questioningly at the girl’s abrupt comment. “Your room?” The petite blond started, glancing up to rake in the female’s appearance. She looked… a bit similar to her in a way she can actually pass up for siblings in a sense. Though the woman infront of her as clearly older. WHAT THE HELL WAS WITH ALL THESE BLOND PEOPLE!? Might have been an interesting exclamation had she not been unnaturally calm about the whole event…

Isn’t there a saying people should be worried about the calm ones? Their tempers are likely to be more deadly than normal. She was not any different as she calmly stared at the older female. Though there was a slight twitch of annoyance within her orbs before she squashed it down. “Then you’re blaming the wrong person perhaps try blaming a certain male blond totting around an equally large sword?” Okay…she might have sounded a bit more sarcastic than normal but hey. She did not appreciate having someone suddenly barge into a room she’s currently occupying.

Cassialyn Frewin + Dieter Wolfram

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"Yes.....my room....." She said glancing at the extra furniture that had appeared, the obvious disapproval and confusion on her face. The floating creature with Ivy completely ignored for the moment. That creature was not her priority at the moment. Right now, it was the Dark Knight sitting on the bed. To be honest, she had not even noticed what class she was and it honestly did not matter. The young dancer was so frustrated at the whole situation. Why did no one here think that it would be a good idea to warn her about changes and actually tell her things she should know!? This was wrong in every manner. She was not having this creepy ass girl in a room with her! Who made this decision!? She was going to kill them after she threw this chick out of the room herself.

"Oh, I sure as hell plan to.....Out...." She made a "shooing" gesture with her hands to the girl in the armor. She did not care who this was or what class she was. Cass was ready to put up one heck of a fight for this place. But, she never shared a room a day in her life, that was NOT going to start now. Oh, when she found out who did this!! They were going to pay!

The blonde man had made it to the doorway. Obviously he had heard the argument starting well before it had boiled up. The female dark knight seeming completely uninterested as she practically shrugged off Cass to be someone else's problem? This was not going to happen or stand as it was.

"I said out... come on.... up.... take your bed with you, you sarcasti-" She started as Dieter stepped in to break them up. Oh, that man was about to get reemed out. Cass's furious expression moved off of Ivy and directly onto Dieter. "Yeah, and since I have NO idea who that is, you're going to get the complaints and the questions. Who the hell is she and why is she in my room?"

The woman's hand's moved to her hips as she stared the blonde archdaemon down. Honestly, she would have been treating him the same if she knew he was an archdaemon. She was too angry to backdown or be intimidated. This was unacceptable. They had not even asked. It had just happened.

Cass wanted an explanation and she wanted one now.

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Tags: @ivonne + Dieter Wolfram

⏤BY MIZO OF WW.

Deep breathes deep breathes. She mentally intoned, countlessly repeating it through every cycle she ran through in her mind. It was all she could do to keep a tight check on the festering tempest her temper was. The dark black void she kept at the back of her mind in steady reserves. The same way her teacher and guardian once taught once she showed an aptitude towards their infamous art. It was the same black void that had been a key in keeping her connection strong with the abyss was the same thing now trying to fight free out of her tight control.

The girl’s actions… alongside her fellow dark knight’s grated on her waning nerves. Little by little, chipping at the block the girl described as her self-restraint. It was a huge block too, made entirely out of rock and gravel while in the internal core was entirely shaped out of adamantine.

It was supposed to be a sturdy one, made for withstanding the insanity her very own company mates threw at her followed by what the rest of Eorzea tends to throw at her doorstep. She often boasted if their antics hadn’t broken what tight leash she had over her temper then nothing will short of…

Well it did break a few times. A random voice interrupted her thoughts. Immediately tuning out the surrounding chaos echoing around her. Bloodthorn growled at the duo, the tiny creature sitting on her lap literally growled in displeasure. He didn’t have any qualms showing his ire towards the lowly creatures even as it’s mother began tuning them out as a way to preserve the remnants of her rapidly fading grip on her temper.

For a child who once claimed could feel nothing she was being forced to rethink her declaration. She felt annoyance, a lot of it coming by the buckets brought by the lemons this day had been tossing at her nonstop. First had been Rabanastre, she could look over that. It had been her fault. Another voice casually intoned. It had been her fault for neglecting to follow one of the codes all adventurers followed. Always go with a party. She got too cocky thinking she can manage doing a quick visit unknowing of how that day was going to end up proving her wrong. And it did, in the most comical way possible that would have made her laugh had she possessed a sense of humour.

That…she didn’t. She may have… but she hadn’t displayed it in years. Proving its existence as a mere myth of the past. Leaning against the bedrest she closed her eyes momentarily shifting through her choices. The spirit belonging to her blade finally had its fill with the annoying humans and decided to jump back into the cold steel. Anything to be away from the loud conversation happening as though pretending the exact object of their conversation wasn’t there to begin with.

She was used to it, the girl rarely bothered speaking unless it was a necessity. She found no reason to break that habit. The man was already forcing her to go past the normal limit she had on the times she spoke in a day. A fact that unnerved her to no end, then again. She found it easier to speak to those who holds a pact with the abyss rather than with others. A kinship if you will, despite the young blond’s aversion to company.

They will all leave… no one bothered sticking around the presence of one steeped to the brim in darkness she was practically floating in it. She made it no secret she held a close relationship with it, the way her eyes practically burn with the same malevolent feel akin to being dragged into the depths of hell. A price she can hazard a guess, a price and a lasting mark that showed her exact price and who she now belonged too.

But another thought threatened to make its way, while half listening to the growing explanation. She practically left Dieter to handle. More like… tossed him to the wolf known as her reluctant roommate. Oh well. He clearly could handle it, better him than her having to pacify a whiny spoiled noble. Oh yes another thing that bugged her about her new roommate. The way she acted, rubbed her the wrong way. It reminded her too much of the highborns parading around Ishgard, wilfully ignoring the plights of those beneath their stations. It sickened her. The girl in front of him symbolized another part of her past she wanted nothing to do with. To her, the girl was nothing but a glaring reminder of her former life, goading the child with the knowledge no matter what she did, she’ll never be truly free. That she’ll never achieve what her other part represented, freedom. “As if the person you both are speaking off isn’t here…” She mumbled half heartedly under her breath. The first word she ever uttered since the two had began talking. She honestly would have preferred to just let them keep ignoring her presence but the damn girl decided to look her way once more.

Brilliant… She thought with a snark. Just brilliant.

Cassialyn Frewin + Dieter Wolfram

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Cassialyn watched the woman closely through the entire conversation. The odd little creature with her practically seemed to growl at one point. This girl was so absolutely creepy. All she did was uncomfortably stare off. It freaked Cass the hell out. What was wrong with her? She seemed like an emotionless shell without any soul. It almost gave her the feel she had the few times around Dieter when he seemed to push himself. But that didn't make sense. Wait. Maybe it did.

'She's a Dark Knight.'

Maybe that was the reason that she got the chills. It was possible that it was a feeling she got from Dark Knights. They just made her have an uncomfortable feeling at certain times. It was almost like they were letting off certain emotions at given times that tried to frighten their targets. This girl just didn't seem to know how to control it. Or worse, she was doing this on purpose to try and freak Cass out. Well that certainly wasn't going to work. No sirree. Cassialyn was too strong willed for that. She may have been raised as a noble, but she was in the same situation that Ivy was. Only with better education. The woman would just have to suck it up.

The best option for her to prove she wasn't intimidated was to completely ignore the odd glowing creature and that fact it had just gone back into the blade on her lap. Though, Dieter seemed very interested from the way his face changed expressions. It almost made Cass annoyed at the man. Why, she didn't know. She had not idea that the sword she possessed was rare or that Dieter even knew what it was. Honestly, she should have stopped her thoughts there. Dieter seemed to know things far more than someone his age should know. She should not have even doubted him for a second. He was well aware of the situation that everyone was in and probably had a solution.

'I wish you weren't....' She grumbled quietly back, mostly to herself when she heard the girl's comment. This chick was going to drive her crazy and she knew it. Invading her room and then making comments like this. It almost made her miss Drake. The man at least left her in peace on occasion. This girl was going to be the bane of her existence.

Dieter commented plainly that they were aware she had not left and thanked Cass, informing her that he'd take her on a tour. Why was he taking her on a tour? There had to be other people that could do it. Dieter shouldn't have to be toting every lost soul about the city. The dancer had no idea that she was getting jealous of Ivonne. "...Sounds good." She hadn't even noticed the tone change Dieter expressed. Dieter addressing Ivonne to take her out on the city. Cassialyn felt her arms cross a bit subconsciously as she watched Ivonne leave the room. She did not like this at all. What was Dieter thinking!? The woman moved and laid herself on her bed and shut her eyes. Maybe she could get a nap in.