31st ♫ | The morning bells mark the break of dawn

[mytarget]

OC VOICETEST FOR BRYN PENDRAGON
"claire don't you have enough OCs" nO

Bryn is a travelling warrior all jacked up on the power of a dragon and out on a revenge roadtrip against the prince who destroyed her home. Despite how edgy that description makes her sound, she's actually a cheerful, high-energy sheltered weirdo with maybe one braincell to speak of who is having SO MUCH FUN out here on her wild adventure. World info is here, cliffnotes/quick overview for meme purposes below:

BRYN IS:

• Around twentyish years old, s m o l and petite like a strong breeze would blow her over. Has super long lilac hair and a rose growing in place of her right eye.
  
• Dressed in a very pretty froufy combo of a dress and armour, all in shades of white and lilac. She wields a spear.
  
• Charged up with the magic of a dragon, despite not actually being a dragon herself. She may ping as some combo of "dragon", "half-dragon" or "undead" to characters sensitive to magic.
  
• Much much MUCH more physically strong and resilient than her appearance lets on
  
• Book smart, educated and well-spoken but shockingly street dumb
  
• Curious and inquisitive, quick to learn, but also a total airhead
  
• Friendly, kind, well-meaning (mostly)
  
• Occasionally kind of smug and condescending to humans, as a result of being raised by a dragon
  
• Kind of an enormous rage-fueled mess on the inside but she's (not) coping. It's fine


BRYN IS NOT:

• In apparent possession of any common sense or sense of self-preservation
  
• Genuinely cruel, actively malicious or mean-spirited to the average person
  
• Blessed with more than one single braincell
  
• Familiar with modern day culture or technology

Like my usual CMOs, I'm totally happy to roll with assumed CR, AUs, setting transplants, BASICALLY ANYTHING YA LITTLE HEART MAY DESIRE, I'M HERE TO GET ON WITH IT

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Comments

[foxymoron]

Huh? No! Excalibur is. I think. University is 'cause it's a giant school. Excalibur is the name of the guy who founded it! But he's secretly kind of a jerk, even though this school was built for training people to help fight aliens, it turned out he's actually just trying to turn people into his army! It's awful.

[SHE'S JUST, RATTLING THAT OFF....]

[bu773rfly]

[Enter, somethefuckwhere in this world, a province steeped in magic, wary of the world beyond, content to be ruled so long as it is not disturbed. Shaded by Yggdrasil, warded by Its Knights, it survives, a relative haven for humans who would live with magic.

There's a rumor riding about of late, though, disturbing the peace. Something about a ghost. Something about a lich, people take to correcting each other after a while - when you knock your soul loose to become one, you also knock the good and bad parts of the soul apart, and your conscience goes wandering. Read it in a book somewhere. Definitely a lich-shadow. You see the Knights out of late, it's a lich they're looking for, the Royal Knight of Roses was out here just yesterday saying nobody panic -


and so on, etc.

Other than that, all seems more or less well. There's a handful of lesser dragons in residence here, and a handful of people known for getting on with them, and the young Knight of the Dragon's Book is no landed aristocrat but he has a modest manor with spare rooms and knows to admire a proper dragon's pupil when he sees one. He's all stoicism and stern decorum and cool, steady confidence, even when he has to ask Bryn to leave his sister to her own company while pretending he trusts the request will be honored.

Erika is sickly, and shy, and even the house's three servants see little of her. She keeps to the third floor almost exclusively. She receives orders of books frequently. The same servants shake their heads wearily with faint smiles if asked to describe her. They recount brief but harrowing encounters.

Their healthy fear is probably why none of the doors on the third floor are unlocked. They've just...never had to be.]

[draconite]

Absolutely! There's no need to fret, I'll protect you.

[ It's kind of hard to tell if she's actually taking the "don't kill anyone" request on board given that her smile hasn't dimmed even a single watt. Instead she stands up, just enough to peek over the table shielding them and spot what looks to be an easy target. She nods more to herself than Ned and props her lance against the table. ]

I'll be leaving Sigrdrifa in your care!

[ And with that, Bryn braces her hands against the top of the table and vaults herself over it, feet first. She goes flying into the brawl and by the sounds of things, her feet smash into someone's face with an awful crunch. There's some yelling, a whole lot of cursing and Bryn's sunny laughter ringing out above the din. In short, it sounds like absolute fucking chaos. ]

[draconite]

[ She nods thoughtfully. ]

I'm not sure I completely understand, but it seems you're in quite a bit of trouble! [ Th–then why do you sound so cheerful about it, Bryn? ] Though, what does he intend for you to fight against, precisely? Is there some sort of war to be fought?

Purple sibs texting because I know what I'm about

[antidraconian]

Dear Brynhilde,

I am afraid

[...




Oops. That's the whole text.]

[draconite]

What is it this time???

[ "this time", she says, as if Einar is a man constantly jumping at his own shadow. Maybe this is just the mental image she's stubbornly constructed of him, as is her right as the Obnoxious Younger Sibling. ]

[magiicksquad]

Wait, I'm not going to be able to-!

[And. There she go.]

[Okay.]

[Okay!]

[NEW plan, don't clear a path to the exit, just take down every single other person in here.]

[And THEN run before the guards arrive to arrest everyone.]










[Abandoning Bryn and her lance is looking like a real pleasant option for a second here.]

Fine.

[This is fine. Ned spins to face the chaos of the bar, squatting so she's just peaking over the edge of the table. She takes a deep breath, pushing down annoyance and focusing will-]

GO.

[It's a subtle, quick twitch of her fingers, still holding up the cat's cradle, but the effect is immediate. The sewing needle suddenly straightens in the air in the iron vice-grip of nothing, before firing off like a tiny silver rocket. Ned's fingers continue twitching and tugging at the strings around them, the needle ping-ponging through the air in quick, erratic movements.]

[Miraculously not hitting anyone, apparently - but even if any of the brawlers are sober and aware enough to notice it the needle passing ghostlike through the fabric of their clothing, it's not worth paying attention to in the middle of the brawl. There's nothing physically connected to the needle anymore, it's probably nothing.]

[antidraconian]

Dear Brynhilde,

My apologies. Siri sent the text before I was finished.

What I meant to say was that I am afraid I must ask: Was that you and your party, at the north border of the Barony of Iðunn?

I ask because it is still on fire.

Your concerned brother,
Einar

[draconite]

[ Bryn's learned lots of things about being a good houseguest ever since she started travelling by herself. For example, she's learned that letting people make their own assumptions about her age and even leaning into their confusion often nets her more open doors and kindness than it does when she's fully honest about herself. She lets people blather on to themselves about how terrible it is that a chit of a girl like her – fourteen, fifteen, perhaps? – should be travelling on her own and how they simply have to offer some help, and she just smiles, nods and keeps the truth to herself. No need to cause a fuss over a bit of a misunderstanding.

Which is why it's sort of refreshing that she hasn't had to go through that whole song and dance with her rooming for the time being. She expects it, of course, from a knight carrying the banner of any sort of dragon, but she still appreciates it. So she doesn't push it. She smiles, nods along and promises to be on her very best behaviour – she's been given rules and it would be awful uncouth of her to break them.

And of course, the first thing Bryn does once she's left unsupervised is break them.

She trots upstairs onto the third floor with the breezy confidence of someone who fully believes they have all the right in the world to be making their presence everyone else's problem. She does, at least, have the decency to knock at the first door she sees though instead of just bursting in. Apparently, she has some boundaries. ]

Hello in there, if that's where you are! I'm looking for the lady of the house!

[draconite]

[ There's a five minute pause before her response that's probably more revealing than basically anything Bryn herself would or would not say. And then eventually: ]

Honestly! Just because something happens to catch fire, everyone finds a way to blame me for it! Has it occured to you that perhaps it was some sort of natural disaster? An errant strike of lightning may have caused a wildfire, or a duel between mages could have gotten out of control. There's a hundred reasons something could be on fire, so why are you so quick to assume my involvement?

[ Probably because it's BRIGHT PURPLE DRAGON FIRE, YOU DIPSHIT ]

[antidraconian]

[Einar is typing.

Einar is backspacing.

Einar is typing some more. When Einar types, it takes a long time, because Einar types like an old fucking man holding a baby in one arm and his smartphone in the other.]

Dear Brynhilde,

I don't mean to accuse you.

[becaUSE HE FUCKING KNOWS IT WAS YOU, BRYN.]

I'm sorry. Largely, what I truly want to know is that you are safe, from any sort of disaster like the ones you mentioned. And that you and your companions are not also on fire.

Your brother,
Einar

[bu773rfly]

[In the third floor hall, there are blue rugs, a faint soapy alchemical smell, and a resounding silence.

Broken only by a creak and a shuffle, movement but no speech from inside the room.]

[draconite]

[ ...

Okay, now she feels kind of bad. Not about the fire thing but about the "yelling at her dumb brother when he's being nice and looking out for her wellbeing" and it leaves a horrible squirmy worm of guilt in her stomach that she's really not used to. But maybe we can count that as progress. ]

Yes, all of us are safe. We've gotten into a few scrapes, but nothing overly worrying. We've gotten very good at getting ourselves out of sticky situations. [ but not like, staying out of them in the first place, not even slightly. ] We may also be helping with the efforts to subdue the fire, entirely out of the goodness of my heart and not because of any involvement any of us may or may not have.

[antidraconian]

Dearest Brynhilde,

That's wonderful to hear. Perhaps then our paths will cross; Raskogr and I are to lend our aid to the barony as well. Will you be there long?

Your proud brother,
Einar

[daughterofthemark]

[Arianna frowns in matching princess confusion. That oven sure is full of not fire.]

Might it be an exothermic reaction rather than true fire? [The italics are almost audible.] And the surface concealing a small basin? I'm uncertain how the components would enter, but if there's no fire...

[acedious]

[Let's go with the strange dragon girl, he thought. It'll be exciting, he thought. If nothing else, it'll be a fun break for a little while, he thought. But this girl is...

No, no, don't think like that. He can just talk to her. They're both reasonable people, right?

...Well, one of them is. Maybe it will rub off on her.]

Miss Pendragon. [Calm approach. We're all friends here.

...He doesn't exactly have friendly energy at the best of times, though. He's. Trying.] If you could spare a moment, there is something that I would like to discuss.

[draconite]

[ Bryn, meanwhile, is technically doing her job of keeping the heat off Ned and she really does seem like she's having a whale of a time doing it. As promised, she's not killing anyone, but she's right in the thick of things and really just causing a whole lot of trouble. A man with a bloody face – evidently the victim of her ridiculous flying kick – comes at her with his hands outstretched and Bryn cheerily takes hold of his wrists and flips him back onto the floor with a crash.

She's laughing right up until someone meets her in a hard tackle, which takes the wind out of her sails (and her lungs) a bit but given the way she turns straight to them with a grin, she can probably handle it, at least for a little longer. ]

[draconite]

Before I can agree or not, what's an... exothermic reaction?

[ andy i'm so sorry for making you make arianna explain science ]

[draconite]

[ Hm! Someone's definitely in there by the sounds of things, even if they're not inclined to start a conversation. They haven't told her she's allowed to come in yet, but they also haven't told her to go away yet. So Bryn takes that as her cue to push the door open and peek her head in with a big sunny smile on her face. ]

Hello? If I'm interrupting, I won't take up too much of your time!

[ "too much" ]

[daughterofthemark]

[Arianna gets to feel smart, it's a good day.]

It's a form of alchemy. When certain substances are mixed, they give off heat. The theory is that both substances have fire as part of their makeup, and combining them causes part of that fire to be released.

[draconite]

[ Well if the last text left her feeling kind of bad, this one leaves her feeling kind of... the opposite of that??? in a weird embarrassed way where she kind of wants to kick her feet and get mad about it, for some reason. It's still a bit surreal to be getting along so well with him, what with the whole vengeance fuelled murder thing. But she doesn't... hate it. ]

We don't have any plans to move on, at the moment. Even when the fires are quelled, I hope to help out with some of the rebuilding efforts. I can help with moving the heavier debris and building materials, at the very least and I'm sure Rakel and Reifr will have all sorts of ideas for what else we can do to help.

[foxymoron]

The rest of the world! Probably. He wants to take over the world!

[bu773rfly]

[The alchemical smell is stronger inside, likely because of the alchemical workstation stretching out along the windowed side of the room. Jars glint murkily, corners of pages rustle in faint drafts, and something recently-mixed sizzles and settles in a bowl.

There is nobody in sight.

But there were definitely footsteps a moment ago, so maybe they're just not in a part of the room visible from the door?]

[draconite]

[ On the contrary, Bryn just seems to be radiating friendly energy at basically all times. Which is weird, given what this little quest is about and how open she's been that this is probably going to end in a big ol' murder. It's sort of hard to believe, especially with the big smile she turns to Reifr once he speaks up. ]

Of course! We're travelling companions, taking the road by storm, just like in all the stories. You can talk to me about anything!

[acedious]

...Yes. Just like the stories.

[How does one girl hold this much friendly energy, she's like a miniature sun, blinding him.]

It's about your spear.