Post by Phoebe on Nov 26, 2020 23:53:43 GMT
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[attr="class","MadameTitle"]THE MRC ROOKIE
[attr="class","MadameSubtitle"]Phoebe Arkwright
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Three months.
It has been three months since she had last seen another Hylian. All she had ever seen for the past three months are monsters and edible animals.
Haha... edible animals. Who knew she would so quickly stop thinking of cute animals as things that must be protected to potential food sources?
This was Phoebe, undergoing a trial of survival under authorization of the Monster Research Council, back when there were older, crueler members who had nothing more to do than to flagellate their would-be rookies to prove that they were ready for membership.
This was no normal trial, in fact, things had gone wrong from the very start. She wasn't supposed to have gone on for this long, and she would not know it, but the other incumbents had already given up and returned home.
Not her. Not Phoebe. She was too stubborn to prove her own worth.
She knew how to take care of herself with the basics and the bare minimum she had learned, but beyond this point, she had to adapt. Resourcefulness was her grand strategy, and she would not waste a single thing. She had raided smaller monster camps alone, used tent fabric as protection from the sun, and used whatever means she could to sustain herself, even if it meant drinking the foul water and bland food those ruffians greedily devoured.
Even so, she had come across a hard land that was incredibly scarce of essential resources, and in spite of being a child blessed by Din, she could feel the heat of the sun and earth beginning to wear on her body. Hunger pangs rose in her bowels, and she knew that if she did not feed herself soon, delirium would take over.
Shade. Sustenance. She needed both at this moment, and it would be sated in a very unlikable source.
Phoebe had followed the sight of a smoke stack on the horizon and come to a large bowl of land, where at the bottom of it lay a camp of Bulbins. There were probably twenty of them within this camp, with eight tents slung up in a disorganized circle. A large spit roast of a boar was present in the middle of a camp, and the monsters shared mugs of tepid drink.
The girl licked her lips as she crouched down behind a rock. Even if it were deemed a suicidal attempt, she was far too desperate to look anywhere else. She noted four towers where Bulbin archers made their lookout, and thus waited for the moment their gazes had turned away from her.
... Now!
Phoebe gathered together small, sharp rocks, which began to levitate within her grasp. The small pieces began to spin counterclockwise in rapid rotations. Selectively, she pulled together larger pieces that floated behind her, and she began running down the hillside. With the precision of a needle, she sent her pebbles forth with an extreme force, which pierced deep into the skulls of two of the Bulbin archers, and dropped them dead upon the towers. She then dove behind a tent and took a deep breath, and a few of the rocks she had built up dropped away with a clatter.
This is... harder to keep up than I thought...
Phoebe dragged herself around the side of the tent and met eyes with a Bulbin, who had heard the stones drop.
... Bollocks!
She staggered to her feet and threw what projectiles she had at the Bulbin, crushing its head with great force. However, this had caught the eye of a sentry upon a watch tower, and it gave the call of defense with its horn. Instantly, those within the camp rose with their arms with cries of war.
Phoebe circled around the outside of the camp, dodging and weaving between attacks with what adrenaline pumped into her system. She eliminated the sentries upon the towers as they tried to shoot her, and she went so far as to grab a loose club to ward them away with reckless swinging.
But eventually, she was backed into a wall and flanked from both sides, just as her magic began to wane.
Even so, as her body began to succumb to surrender, her heart continued to beat fast with a passionate fire.
"AAAAAAAAAAARGH!"
Phoebe swung the club recklessly as she rushed into the gaggle of monsters.
HEARTS OF BLAZE
Lady Phoebe Arkwright and Chief Solveig "Fire-Back" Gor-Rurdundo
Death Mountain Wilderness
Several years ago...
Three months.
It has been three months since she had last seen another Hylian. All she had ever seen for the past three months are monsters and edible animals.
Haha... edible animals. Who knew she would so quickly stop thinking of cute animals as things that must be protected to potential food sources?
This was Phoebe, undergoing a trial of survival under authorization of the Monster Research Council, back when there were older, crueler members who had nothing more to do than to flagellate their would-be rookies to prove that they were ready for membership.
This was no normal trial, in fact, things had gone wrong from the very start. She wasn't supposed to have gone on for this long, and she would not know it, but the other incumbents had already given up and returned home.
Not her. Not Phoebe. She was too stubborn to prove her own worth.
She knew how to take care of herself with the basics and the bare minimum she had learned, but beyond this point, she had to adapt. Resourcefulness was her grand strategy, and she would not waste a single thing. She had raided smaller monster camps alone, used tent fabric as protection from the sun, and used whatever means she could to sustain herself, even if it meant drinking the foul water and bland food those ruffians greedily devoured.
Even so, she had come across a hard land that was incredibly scarce of essential resources, and in spite of being a child blessed by Din, she could feel the heat of the sun and earth beginning to wear on her body. Hunger pangs rose in her bowels, and she knew that if she did not feed herself soon, delirium would take over.
Shade. Sustenance. She needed both at this moment, and it would be sated in a very unlikable source.
Phoebe had followed the sight of a smoke stack on the horizon and come to a large bowl of land, where at the bottom of it lay a camp of Bulbins. There were probably twenty of them within this camp, with eight tents slung up in a disorganized circle. A large spit roast of a boar was present in the middle of a camp, and the monsters shared mugs of tepid drink.
The girl licked her lips as she crouched down behind a rock. Even if it were deemed a suicidal attempt, she was far too desperate to look anywhere else. She noted four towers where Bulbin archers made their lookout, and thus waited for the moment their gazes had turned away from her.
... Now!
Phoebe gathered together small, sharp rocks, which began to levitate within her grasp. The small pieces began to spin counterclockwise in rapid rotations. Selectively, she pulled together larger pieces that floated behind her, and she began running down the hillside. With the precision of a needle, she sent her pebbles forth with an extreme force, which pierced deep into the skulls of two of the Bulbin archers, and dropped them dead upon the towers. She then dove behind a tent and took a deep breath, and a few of the rocks she had built up dropped away with a clatter.
This is... harder to keep up than I thought...
Phoebe dragged herself around the side of the tent and met eyes with a Bulbin, who had heard the stones drop.
... Bollocks!
She staggered to her feet and threw what projectiles she had at the Bulbin, crushing its head with great force. However, this had caught the eye of a sentry upon a watch tower, and it gave the call of defense with its horn. Instantly, those within the camp rose with their arms with cries of war.
Phoebe circled around the outside of the camp, dodging and weaving between attacks with what adrenaline pumped into her system. She eliminated the sentries upon the towers as they tried to shoot her, and she went so far as to grab a loose club to ward them away with reckless swinging.
But eventually, she was backed into a wall and flanked from both sides, just as her magic began to wane.
Even so, as her body began to succumb to surrender, her heart continued to beat fast with a passionate fire.
"AAAAAAAAAAARGH!"
Phoebe swung the club recklessly as she rushed into the gaggle of monsters.
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The best thing we can do is do!
The best thing we can do is do!
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