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Character of the Season
Once known as the Butcher of Whitebrim, he's now The Butcher of Dygra, stepping forward as the first created demigod of the Ancients. There is no question that Astaroth casts an intimidating silhouette. Tall, domineering and dangerous, if looks could kill you'd be dead already, but to get up close and personal with the Grounds' resident cannibal tells a much different story. Dripping with charm and clad in only the finest attire, Asta is a gentleman monster, as polite as they come and committed to his role as security for the Dusklight and those who have earned his loyalty. Be careful of that smile, though - those teeth are sharp.
Congratulations, Asta!
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Flora lets out a low whistle, her grin sharp with approval as the dagger hits true. "Look at you!" she crows, genuinely impressed, the sound bright against the chill of Halo air. "Shoulder shot with finesse? That's practically showing off." She leans down to scoop another dagger from where it glints faintly in the snow, then recalls the one Elizabeth just launched with a flick of her wrist. It slices back through the air and lands in her waiting palm with a satisfying snick.
Spinning the blade idly between her fingers, Flora lifts a brow toward the other woman, aqua eyes gleaming with mischief. "So, what do you think? Wanna try your luck against two at once?" Her voice is light, teasing. "Or we can call it now, while you're ahead—leave the dummy wondering if you're secretly a dagger-slinging legend in disguise." She flashes a smile, one part playful challenge, one part knowing camaraderie.
She lets out a soft laugh at the praise, fairly certain it isn't that impressive, considering she hasn't hit anywhere lethal and the target wasn't even moving. Either way, Elizabeth feels like she gets the gist enough to start making real progress on the skill. Maybe she'll beg a set of daggers from someone.
Meeting Flora's aqua gaze, she raises her hands with a placating shrug of her shoulders. "You know, I think I might quit while I'm ahead. Maybe once I can get a shot closer to the heart I'll consider adding in more factors." Her smile is all joy and nothing of discontentment, genuinely pleased with the advice she's received. "Plus, I'm fairly certainly you're 'secretly a dagger-slinging legend in disguise.'" The following wink is almost conspiratorial in its teasing - not that she hasn't already gathered that she's in the presence of 'royalty' rather than a vigilante of some kind.
04-23-2025, 09:08 AM (This post was last modified: 04-23-2025, 09:09 AM by Flora.)
lay your soul onto mine
Flora laughs, delighted by the wink and the entirely accurate accusation. "Dagger-slinging legend in disguise," she repeats with a hand over her heart, feigning a swoon. "Please,, you’re going to ruin my whole mysterious vigilante aesthetic."
With a quick flourish, she stashes the daggers back into their sheaths, the movements casual but precise, like muscle memory etched from years of needing to be dangerous without looking it. She brushes her hands on her coat, snowflakes catching on her curls and melting just as fast. "You did great, seriously. Not just the shoulder shot—your instincts are solid. We’ll work on lethal placement another time."
She tips her head toward the path they’d taken in, already softening under a fresh dusting of snow. "Come on, let’s head back before our fingers freeze off. I’ll even spring for hot chocolate—extra marshmallows, obviously. Queen’s orders."
And with a grin that’s all sunshine and sharpness, Flora turns, the shimmer of her rings catching the light as she gestures for Elizabeth to follow.
