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

PROMPTS:

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Comments

[magiicksquad]

[The RNG says we're in a bar brawl, how's a witch and a princess against a bunch of drunk rowdirs sound?]

[draconite]

[ it sounds like bryn is already going to get the chance to throw a grown-ass man like a frisbee so it's PERFECT ]

[magiicksquad]

[Ned crouched behind a heavy, overturned pub table, digging through her travel-worn leather satchel. It's a brief shelter from the utter chaos the rest of the tavern has descended into, but probably not for long.]

For the record. On the chance we don't survive this. I just want you to know- I'm completely sure this is your fault.

[Well, possibly. She still wasn't entirely sure how things had gone this badly; but when under-caffeinated and in doubt, blame the extrovert.]

[She finds what she's after in her bag, pulling out a spool of thread and a tiny cushion full of pins and needles.]

I can do a thing, but it's gonna keep me a little tied up, think you can bust some heads and cover me?

[draconite]

[ Bryn's also crouched behind the table – not because she's in any apparent fear for her safety like a normal person would be, but because she's never been in a barfight before and following Ned's lead seems like it might be fun. Really, Bryn's just here for a good time. ]

Certainly! What sort of cover would you prefer?

[ She sounds so! excited!! at the prospect of kicking ass and taking names. At least someone's enjoying themselves. ]

cw: needles/blood?

[magiicksquad]

[Okay, this. This is why she's worried. And often aggravated. This is not a "good time" situation, this is in fact the opposite.]

The kind where you keep anyone from punching my head off. Please.

[Ned's got a long, thin sewing needle on the end of the thread, and she's. Kind of. Making a weird sort of cat's cradle pattern with it? And then just sort of jabs her thumb into the needle with a practiced lack of flinching. If Bryn's got any kind of magic spidey-sense going on, that's the moment at which whatever Ned's doing will start pinging it as Being A Thing.]

And- and I really hope I don't actually have to say this, I am choosing to trust but verify here- don't kill anyone, this is messy enough as it is.

[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. ]

[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.]

[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. ]

[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.]

[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!