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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[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]

[ 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" ]

[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]

Oh, it's to be hide and seek, then! I'm a bit old for games like that, but I'm happy to play along!

[ She says it nicely enough but there's a lilt to her tone that's either mocking or teasing – truthfully, it's hard to tell which.

But at least if they're heading into the room then there's less chance of her being spotted in the hallway and dragged away before she has a chance to set eyes on this mysterious girl. So in she comes, shutting the door behind her to be extra sure they won't be disturbed, and peers around the room, squinting a little, as if that might make her pop out of a gloomy corner somewhere. ]

[bu773rfly]

[The far corner of the room - the one the door swings open to block from view - is dominated by a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf. Erika is backed into it. She is small and thin, with bony wrists and elbows and long dark hair, and wearing a soft yellow nightgown in the middle of the day. She is also very still, statuelike, as the door clicks shut and as Bryn turns.

There is an encyclopedia-thick book in her hands. The moment their eyes meet, she hurls it, with startling force and accuracy.]

[draconite]

[ Bryn's reflexes are just about quick enough that she has time to put her hands up in the few seconds it takes for the book to sail across the room. Maybe someone else who was less of a total disaster could've pulled off a cool move like catching it in mid-air before it hits her in the face, but unfortunately for Bryn, she misses by a mile and gets beaned by it right between the eyes. Ouch.

She gives a short yelp of pain and wavers back a step, lifting a hand to cover the now angry red mark on her forehead where the book had collided with her. It's... honestly a big underreaction for a girl her size, considering she's just taken a giant book to the face? But don't worry about it. It's fine. ]

That hurt! [ she looks, like, mildly annoyed about it at best. ] There was no need for that at all!

[bu773rfly]

Get out.

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

[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!

[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.]