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

[daughterofthemark]

[CLAIRE NO

Arianna moves to intercept and gently takes Bryn's hand. It's so automatic, she's clearly either done this before or had it done to her. Probably the second one, considering.]

If we've ascertained its purpose correctly, then I would presume it reaches temperatures much like a cooking fire.

[draconite]

Hm...

[ Bryn lifts up a hand to carefully touch the petals of the rose. It's about the most delicate she's been with literally anything ever since Lofn met her. ]

I don't... think so? I can't see anything out of it, either way.

[foodforthot]

[... Huh. Interesting. She makes a note of that...]

I've been wondering about the roots. I've been researching a magic to bring a dead plant back to life...

[for her stick. you understand.]

[bu773rfly]

Get out.

[She whips around to the bookshelf to pull down another throwing weapon...]

[draconite]

You want to try taking it out of my eye?!

[ THAT'S NOT WHAT SHE SAID, DIPSHIT ]

[foodforthot]

I want to make sure the roots don't grow into your brain and kill you, numbnuts.


[wait

did i just admit i don't wanna kill you]

I have to kill you with fire for my honor, you know.

[NAILED IT]

[magiicksquad]

Ah, sh-iv me with a broken spoon-

[That tackle looks like it hurt- or would hurt a normal person, anyway? It probably stung Bryn a little, at least. Maybe, she's not sure how much the crazy strong thing translates into physical durability.]

[Point is, she's gonna have to act sooner than she wanted. The whole point of this is to escape as unhurt as possible, and no one gets to tackle her meatshield like that.]

[Ned's hands twitch sharply at the cat's cradle, and a bead of light zips out along the path the needle has followed - a second later, every piece of clothing the needle intercepted, including the shirt on the man tackling Bryn? Suddenly constricts and turns into a straight jacket, fibers tensing up around the people wearing them. More than a few brawlers suddenly hit the floor with distressed grunts.]

[antidraconian]

Dear Brynhilde,

Regarding the "O" in "O;)": It is the shield I raised to hide my wink from my theoretical hosts, though of course I've not yet arrived to the barony.

Did I do it wrong? Despite several attempts, I could not depict my lifted shield arm with any clarity.

Your brother,
Einar

[draconite]

Is that all? That's not very impressive.

[ Apparently undeterred, she begins fiddling with the dial they've turned on the front of the oven. Thankfully for everyone involved, she has the presence of mind to not start jacking all of the hobs up to maximum. ]

You'd think they would be able to make it much hotter, if they went to all this trouble.

[draconite]

Would that really kill me, though? It's certainly not an ordinary blossom. I imagine they don't often take root in people's eyes.

[ And there's the whole dragon magic business as well, of course. NBD. ]

[draconite]

No, I won't!

[ She doesn't quite stamp her foot on the ground, but she manages to covey that level of stubborn petulance regardless. It's honestly sort of impressive. ]

Not after I crept all the way up here, just to see you! What an awful first meeting this would be if I gave up now!

[draconite]

[ Bryn's still giggling weakly to herself as she struggles to her feet – she's definitely winded, but her expression is pretty much the poster child of Badly Injured Dragon Girl Not Done Partying Yet. That expression quickly changes to mingled surprise and disappointment once everyone else hits the deck and she has to look around for a moment before she realizes that – oh! This is clearly what Ned needed the time to do. ]

Oh, are you finished already? [ She sounds sort of disappointed... ] They're all deftly restrained, so you can come out now!

[draconite]

[ Bryn squints at her phone for a second, then turns it so she can see this weird emote as intended – then she lets out a groan that lasts for ten whole seconds. Her brother is such!!! a nerd!!!!! ]

That's WAY too abstract for what you were trying to do!! I can't believe you've still not gotten the hang of this.

[ Bryn, who frequently gets owned by autocorrect, has no room to talk but it's nice to pretend that she does. ]

However, you'll be glad to know that the owner of our lodgings has said that he'll be happy to accommodate you, even though your smileys are terrible.

[bu773rfly]

[Down comes another bludgeon...and down further when it slips from Erika's fingers and hits the ground. She dances clumsily back from it to spare her toes, nearly tripping over, shoulder catching the shelf. It gives her her balance back, but the girl hisses at the pain like a creature provoked.

Her fluster could be fearful panic, or the defensive flailings of someone caught doing something strange and choosing to double down on it. Or both. Whatever it is, it's clearly being channeled into rage and bluster. Her eyes flicker around, stubborn and frantic, searching for a weapon in the half-second before the charge she's committed to.

The only thing in reach is an armchair. She comes at Bryn with one of its cushions, swinging with completely useless fervor.]

[foodforthot]

I know you don't use your brain for anything, but yes, a bunch of roots growing into your brain would kill you.

[why are you two like this.]

But I have no idea how your weird eye works, which is why I'm asking.

Spacemurder - First Meetings - idk I guess this is Airlocked Gaiden now

[itsprobablyfine]

Oh. Oh no...

[The wide windows in the chrome hallway provide a crystal clear view of the stars outside. It's astonishingly beautiful, and Valor looks torn between awe and abject, screaming terror, hand pressed against the cool glass.]

...N-ope!

[And looks like terror is winning. He spins on a heel, pulling the massive brim of his hat down over his eyes.]

Nope, nope, I'm not doing this, you can't make me.

[draconite]

Oh, well, I'm not quite sure how it works either!

[ She sounds so cheerful about it... ]

It sprouted and bloomed when Teacher and I made our Pact, but I couldn't tell you much more than that.

[draconite]

[ And unfortunately for Valor, it looks like he has no choice but doing this. Because before he gets too far, he'll find himself suddenly intercepted by Bryn who looks, by contrast, absolutely delighted to be here. ]

Excuse me! I don't mean to trouble you, but have you seen what's happening outside the windows? I've never seen stars so close! Aren't they beautiful? Where is this place, I wonder?

[silvermeddle]

[so WHEREABOUTS IS BRYN HANGING because it isn't like Naja doesn't know these grounds like the back of her hand; it's an easy task to zip through the halls and the gardens and the back rooms in search of what a few people are calling their new guest, what Naja and Einar are calling family come to stay a while, so soon following some kind of reconciliation that now can't even be called the aftermath of it. So, where and when she finds her—]

Brynhilde? Supper is nearly ready. Are you going to eat with us?

[itsprobablyfine]

Somewhere too close to the stars.

[How. How high IS this place, the sky just looks WRONG.]

[...he might be a little muffled, he's still trying to hide inside his hat.]

[draconite]

[ Bryn's in the gardens – as seems to be common for her, apparently. There's nothing much complex about it, at least as far as Bryn herself thinks. She's used to the outdoors and the gardens are pretty, so of course she's happiest here. If she wanted to probe a little deeper than that, she'd uncover some slightly more uncomfortable feelings – the certainty that she's an ill-fitting addition to the house, a troublesome fixture that's in dire need of removal, as quickly as possible. So she tries not to think about it very hard. The gardens are pretty. She likes it out here. That's all it needs to be.

That doesn't stop her from starting a bit, like she's been caught doing something wrong, when she hears Naja approach. As uneasy as the truce between siblings is proving to be, Naja's been nothing but kind in spite of it all. It leaves her feeling caught between admiration and intimidation in roughly equal measure and so she's a touch meeker now than she might be inclined to be with any of the others. ]

Oh – you wouldn't mind having me at supper with you? [ She says it like she's a guest passing through and not a family member here to stay. ] I wouldn't want to put extra work on the kitchen staff if it's not needed...

[draconite]

There's hardly such a thing as too close!

[ She grabs hold of his elbow as she says this and gives it a delighted shake – she may or may not be trying to dislodge his hat to make him take another look outside. So subtle. ]

Can you imagine how beautiful a shower of stars would look from this distance? Just imagine them, passing by so close!

[itsprobablyfine]

Eep-!

[did you know you're really strong bryn]

[Cause yeah, it works, he ends up taking another look outside for a second. And then lets out a very thin, strained wheezing sound and yanks the hat back into place one-handed.]

I will take my fiery falling balls of death at a farther distance thank you.

[draconite]

But this could be a one-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

[ Bryn sounds aghast. ]

How could you be such a... such a...

[ Finally settling on a heinous enough phrase, she points at him accusingly. ]

A wet blanket!

[silvermeddle]

We eat dinner as a family, whenever we're lucky enough to have the chance, [she begins, easily, as though it is explanation enough on its own, except that Brynhilde is—hm. Charming, strong-willed, loved and cherished by Naja's most beloved, and dumb as a brick. And so, Naja continues, all in the same breezy sentence,] so we'd all be quite happy if you took the place we've set for you.

[The work is already done, she doesn't say, among other things, because it's hard to notice how little time Brynhilde spends inside, how the gardeners have their routines laid out and easily followed step-by-step and are so easily dodged on their ways down the same paths across the vast estate. If she does not fit in among the high ceilings and stained glass, the sparkle and shine of the palace and the hissing bustle of its nobility—well, it isn't like this is the first time Naja has built a family around something lonely and displaced.]