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"Adele knows best, listen to your senior~!"
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A mysterious Diasomnia Third Year. There's many rumors about them, but Adele has not confirmed, denied, or even acknowledge any of them. They give pretty good advice to those brave enough to approach them, though.
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✨open thread!! I'm trying to do more with my silly RSA kiddos from time to time but. I wanna try something a little more in depth bc I. Really really want to share more Minerva she's such a silly creature to me.
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"The Witch with a Thousand Faces... Should you ever encounter her, be on your best behaviour, lest you find yourself on the other end of her staff as she curses you to a fate that not even the evilest of fiends should deserve."
The quote sat with Minerva. A myth that had been spread over centuries of her existence; that she was a malevolent witch who would curse anyone and everyone who crossed her, sentencing them to a fate worse than death.
As she sat under a tree of the rivalling Night Raven clutching her side, she wished she wasn't inclined to follow after her assailant to turn them into a boar, if only to avoid proving it true.
She supposed it was true, though. Even if she wasn't upset. After all, she brought not one, but two separate people to this place. One of them wasn't mad, as he had been wanting to escape his previous life for a while.
The other, though? Minerva hadn't spoken to Yuna since before her Overblot. That was a guilt that ate at Minerva from the inside, consuming her bit by bit.
She groaned as she shifted her position, lifting a hand to be greeted by the sanguineous fluid that covered it.
She hadn't seen it coming. She wondered if it was intentional or not, the feeling of something sharp crossing her side, a stinging pain that she managed for a short while, before collapsing in the very spot she sat in currently.
Minerva didn't know why she decided the first plan of action she decided to take was run from her home to NRC. Perhaps there was a strange familiarity and fondness she held for it, long repressed by a few centuries of trauma.
Adele, wandering around and just picking flowers, draining their lifeforce and watching the dust they become blow away, notices Minerva. They dust their hands off on their pant legs before putting them in their jacket pockets, approaching curiously.
Although having never quite crossed Minerva's path enough to know her name, she definitely seems vaguely familiar. Probably another historical figure who was attending one of the mage schools, like Vanrouge or the Fae Prince. This person was visibly injured, though.
Adele did hope that Minerva didn't know them better than they knew her, or try to flee.
"Need some help?"
Minerva groaned, blinking at the person that had approached her.
She could barely make out the Night Raven uniform through blearly eyes, but she was also in no state to react in any manner of worry or uncertainty. Instead, she merely nodded, blonde locks of hair cascading down in a golden mess.
"Please..." She whimpered, struggling to reach out a hand , only to quickly pull it away to clutch at the wound on her side. "It would be... Much appreciated."
Adele, luckily, did have some bandages on them, since they'd been in the forest earlier and didn't want to risk getting injured. They crouch down and bandage Minerva's wound. It's definitely not the best, but it'd definitely help more than just letting it bleed.
After Minerva is bandaged, Adele uses magic to pick her up, just having her levitate beside them. Carrying Minerva directly could jostle her around too much.
"I'll get you to the infirmary," Adele explains.
"Ah..." She murmured, allowing whatever was going to happen to... Well, happen. "I don't... I'd hate to..."
She sighed.
"Thank you..." She said, giving up on the idea of trying to argue.
The wound still certainly hurt, and would require a bit more than just bandages, but she was thankful for the effort to try and stave off further injury.
"You're not a bother, and no problem," Adele shrugs, walking towards the NRC main buildings, floating Minerva in tow. They knew it was unlikely that people would bother the two much, since Adele was feared, which would be very helpful in getting her to the infirmary quickly.
Minerva allowed herself to be dragged along, just trying to keep herself from fading in and out of consciousness.
She didn't entirely fear the idea of death - being around for literal millennia did that to a person, but she couldn't help but feel unsettled by the idea that something like this could be the end for her, even if it probably wasn't, since she had certainly survived worse... Right?
She noted how, as she was carried along, students seemed to avoid her savior with an almost anxious look and remembered the times people used to greet her with the very same stares and murmurs.
Adele doesn't care about the students' stares, just bringing Minerva to the infirmary. They gently place her on one of the hospital beds while greeting the nurse and giving a simple explanation.
The next hour or so was a general blur for Minerva, her consciousness flickering in and out as she lay in the strangely foreign but still somewhat familiar infirmary.
She noted the strange student, though, watching them intently when she could, trying to discern if there were any ulterior motives or chances that the student was trying to get something out of this... But she couldn't see anything in their careful gaze.
"...Thank you again," she uttered after a while, voice hoarse and weak, but grateful.
"No problem," Adele shrugs, leaning on the wall. They were staying close and observing Minerva, making sure she's alright despite the injuries.
"...Why did you save me?" she asked softly. "I could've been followed or faking it. You could've put yourself in danger, you know..."
"Hm.. Simple answer; I felt like it. It's hard to fake a wound, and NRC has... semi decent security. I'm able to handle myself well enough when attacked," Adele hums. Truthfully, there was no real benefit to helping. But there also was no benefit to leaving Minerva to die, either.
"Hmph... Alright..." She said, staring up at the ceiling. "I've really been messing up with all these assumptions... Guess I was wrong... Things really have changed, huh..."
Adele raises an eyebrow curiously, but doesn't say anything.
Minerva eventually turned back to Adele.
"Um... So what... What should I call you?" She asked, not quite sure what else to say. "I need to know who saved me... Can't really thank you properly otherwise."
"Adele Aether. You?"
They smile faintly.
"...Minerva." She replied, sighing. "Thank you, Adele, for saving me. I'm indebted to you for it."
She carefully moved her arms in a way to minimize the discomfort of movement.
"it isn't every day that someone from NRC is willing to help someone from RSA... I... Sevens I'm so sorry..." She apologized, though it wasn't quite clear as to why.
"No problem. it isn't every day an injured RSA student is on campus," Adele chuckles.
"What're you apologizing for?"
"Ah-" she said, shaking her head slightly. "Please don't worry... I... I just have a lot of self reflection to do... I... Much like my peers I don't have a very positive look on current NRC students."
There was a slight emphasis on the word "current". Minerva must have had some manner of history with the school to place importance on such an innocuous word.
"Sevens I'm such a hypocrite... Aren't I..."
Adele tilts their head curiously, but doesn't question her.
"Eh, no worries. A lot of students here are pretty annoying."
"...And yet, everyone I've met recently has been so sweet, even if we haven't spoken much..." Minerva replied, turning towards Adele. "I'm... Glad you don't seem upset, though... The way you treat this kind of reminds me of... Me, actually..."
"That's good, at least. Does it?"
Adele hums.
"Mhm..." She said, adjusting her position so that she was sitting up ever so slightly, but not enough to worsen anything. "...I saw how those people looked at you... I'd know those looks anywhere."
"Yeahh.. I don't share anything about my personal life, since it's really not anyone's business unless we're close friends, so curious and nosy people tend to start rumors," Adele chuckles.
"I... Yeah that would make sense, wouldn't it...?" She said, shaking her head. "Believe me or not, I'm familiar with the way people spread rumors and such... I... Guess the difference is that there's still a good number of my friends who don't know about some parts of my life..."
Eugene had absolutely learned parts of Minerva's past, simply by virtue of living in her house. But Yuna? Terrence? Filian? Anyone else she considered a friend? Why, she might never want to tell them of her true status... It would just make things worse wouldn't it?
"Fair enough. And that's fine. You don't owe anyone your full story. Anyone that gets upset at you for never sharing your past isn't the best anyways," Adele shrugs.
"No one's entitled to know every little bit about you, 'important' details or not. It just depends on how much you want to share."
"...mmm... maybe. But there are some secrets that I think are too important to keep from friends, too." She said, shaking her head. "Like.. I've got some things that I'm gonna have to be upfront about eventually... They can't stay hidden forever, no matter how much I want to share it or not."
Minerva sighed.
"you aren't wrong in the least, though... Much better than some heheh..."
"Like what, being a worldwide terrorist to the point that being your friend puts them in danger?" Adele teases with a smile, "but regardless, share what you feel comfortable sharing, on your own time."
Minerva laughed softly, like a sharp exhale.
"Not that extreme, hehe... But I guess it really would depend on who you asked, if they actually knew..."
She shook her head.
"Nevermind that, though... I just think it's funny that you and I seem pretty similar, you know? I'm... We're no stranger to poor reputations, I guess."
Adele chuckles.
"It is a bit funny, I guess.."
"Yeah! I'm sure that our reputations and stories are way different, but... Well, people that know me know me tend to look at me a little funny. I guess in your case it's the people who don't know you, though... Because you actually seem very nice."
"Most certainly. Is that so? I'm sorry for that. Thanks, I try to be," Adele smiles slightly.
"Mhm," Minerva nodded. "Though when you've been around as long as I have, you're bound to have some sort of crazy stories..."
"That's understandable," Adele chuckles.
✨open thread!! I'm trying to do more with my silly RSA kiddos from time to time but. I wanna try something a little more in depth bc I. Really really want to share more Minerva she's such a silly creature to me.
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"The Witch with a Thousand Faces... Should you ever encounter her, be on your best behaviour, lest you find yourself on the other end of her staff as she curses you to a fate that not even the evilest of fiends should deserve."
The quote sat with Minerva. A myth that had been spread over centuries of her existence; that she was a malevolent witch who would curse anyone and everyone who crossed her, sentencing them to a fate worse than death.
As she sat under a tree of the rivalling Night Raven clutching her side, she wished she wasn't inclined to follow after her assailant to turn them into a boar, if only to avoid proving it true.
She supposed it was true, though. Even if she wasn't upset. After all, she brought not one, but two separate people to this place. One of them wasn't mad, as he had been wanting to escape his previous life for a while.
The other, though? Minerva hadn't spoken to Yuna since before her Overblot. That was a guilt that ate at Minerva from the inside, consuming her bit by bit.
She groaned as she shifted her position, lifting a hand to be greeted by the sanguineous fluid that covered it.
She hadn't seen it coming. She wondered if it was intentional or not, the feeling of something sharp crossing her side, a stinging pain that she managed for a short while, before collapsing in the very spot she sat in currently.
Minerva didn't know why she decided the first plan of action she decided to take was run from her home to NRC. Perhaps there was a strange familiarity and fondness she held for it, long repressed by a few centuries of trauma.
Adele, wandering around and just picking flowers, draining their lifeforce and watching the dust they become blow away, notices Minerva. They dust their hands off on their pant legs before putting them in their jacket pockets, approaching curiously.
Although having never quite crossed Minerva's path enough to know her name, she definitely seems vaguely familiar. Probably another historical figure who was attending one of the mage schools, like Vanrouge or the Fae Prince. This person was visibly injured, though.
Adele did hope that Minerva didn't know them better than they knew her, or try to flee.
"Need some help?"
Minerva groaned, blinking at the person that had approached her.
She could barely make out the Night Raven uniform through blearly eyes, but she was also in no state to react in any manner of worry or uncertainty. Instead, she merely nodded, blonde locks of hair cascading down in a golden mess.
"Please..." She whimpered, struggling to reach out a hand , only to quickly pull it away to clutch at the wound on her side. "It would be... Much appreciated."
Adele, luckily, did have some bandages on them, since they'd been in the forest earlier and didn't want to risk getting injured. They crouch down and bandage Minerva's wound. It's definitely not the best, but it'd definitely help more than just letting it bleed.
After Minerva is bandaged, Adele uses magic to pick her up, just having her levitate beside them. Carrying Minerva directly could jostle her around too much.
"I'll get you to the infirmary," Adele explains.
"Ah..." She murmured, allowing whatever was going to happen to... Well, happen. "I don't... I'd hate to..."
She sighed.
"Thank you..." She said, giving up on the idea of trying to argue.
The wound still certainly hurt, and would require a bit more than just bandages, but she was thankful for the effort to try and stave off further injury.
"You're not a bother, and no problem," Adele shrugs, walking towards the NRC main buildings, floating Minerva in tow. They knew it was unlikely that people would bother the two much, since Adele was feared, which would be very helpful in getting her to the infirmary quickly.
Minerva allowed herself to be dragged along, just trying to keep herself from fading in and out of consciousness.
She didn't entirely fear the idea of death - being around for literal millennia did that to a person, but she couldn't help but feel unsettled by the idea that something like this could be the end for her, even if it probably wasn't, since she had certainly survived worse... Right?
She noted how, as she was carried along, students seemed to avoid her savior with an almost anxious look and remembered the times people used to greet her with the very same stares and murmurs.
Adele doesn't care about the students' stares, just bringing Minerva to the infirmary. They gently place her on one of the hospital beds while greeting the nurse and giving a simple explanation.
The next hour or so was a general blur for Minerva, her consciousness flickering in and out as she lay in the strangely foreign but still somewhat familiar infirmary.
She noted the strange student, though, watching them intently when she could, trying to discern if there were any ulterior motives or chances that the student was trying to get something out of this... But she couldn't see anything in their careful gaze.
"...Thank you again," she uttered after a while, voice hoarse and weak, but grateful.
"No problem," Adele shrugs, leaning on the wall. They were staying close and observing Minerva, making sure she's alright despite the injuries.
"...Why did you save me?" she asked softly. "I could've been followed or faking it. You could've put yourself in danger, you know..."
"Hm.. Simple answer; I felt like it. It's hard to fake a wound, and NRC has... semi decent security. I'm able to handle myself well enough when attacked," Adele hums. Truthfully, there was no real benefit to helping. But there also was no benefit to leaving Minerva to die, either.
"Hmph... Alright..." She said, staring up at the ceiling. "I've really been messing up with all these assumptions... Guess I was wrong... Things really have changed, huh..."
Adele raises an eyebrow curiously, but doesn't say anything.
Minerva eventually turned back to Adele.
"Um... So what... What should I call you?" She asked, not quite sure what else to say. "I need to know who saved me... Can't really thank you properly otherwise."
"Adele Aether. You?"
They smile faintly.
"...Minerva." She replied, sighing. "Thank you, Adele, for saving me. I'm indebted to you for it."
She carefully moved her arms in a way to minimize the discomfort of movement.
"it isn't every day that someone from NRC is willing to help someone from RSA... I... Sevens I'm so sorry..." She apologized, though it wasn't quite clear as to why.
"No problem. it isn't every day an injured RSA student is on campus," Adele chuckles.
"What're you apologizing for?"
"Ah-" she said, shaking her head slightly. "Please don't worry... I... I just have a lot of self reflection to do... I... Much like my peers I don't have a very positive look on current NRC students."
There was a slight emphasis on the word "current". Minerva must have had some manner of history with the school to place importance on such an innocuous word.
"Sevens I'm such a hypocrite... Aren't I..."
Adele tilts their head curiously, but doesn't question her.
"Eh, no worries. A lot of students here are pretty annoying."
"...And yet, everyone I've met recently has been so sweet, even if we haven't spoken much..." Minerva replied, turning towards Adele. "I'm... Glad you don't seem upset, though... The way you treat this kind of reminds me of... Me, actually..."
"That's good, at least. Does it?"
Adele hums.
"Mhm..." She said, adjusting her position so that she was sitting up ever so slightly, but not enough to worsen anything. "...I saw how those people looked at you... I'd know those looks anywhere."
"Yeahh.. I don't share anything about my personal life, since it's really not anyone's business unless we're close friends, so curious and nosy people tend to start rumors," Adele chuckles.
"I... Yeah that would make sense, wouldn't it...?" She said, shaking her head. "Believe me or not, I'm familiar with the way people spread rumors and such... I... Guess the difference is that there's still a good number of my friends who don't know about some parts of my life..."
Eugene had absolutely learned parts of Minerva's past, simply by virtue of living in her house. But Yuna? Terrence? Filian? Anyone else she considered a friend? Why, she might never want to tell them of her true status... It would just make things worse wouldn't it?
"Fair enough. And that's fine. You don't owe anyone your full story. Anyone that gets upset at you for never sharing your past isn't the best anyways," Adele shrugs.
"No one's entitled to know every little bit about you, 'important' details or not. It just depends on how much you want to share."
"...mmm... maybe. But there are some secrets that I think are too important to keep from friends, too." She said, shaking her head. "Like.. I've got some things that I'm gonna have to be upfront about eventually... They can't stay hidden forever, no matter how much I want to share it or not."
Minerva sighed.
"you aren't wrong in the least, though... Much better than some heheh..."
"Like what, being a worldwide terrorist to the point that being your friend puts them in danger?" Adele teases with a smile, "but regardless, share what you feel comfortable sharing, on your own time."
Minerva laughed softly, like a sharp exhale.
"Not that extreme, hehe... But I guess it really would depend on who you asked, if they actually knew..."
She shook her head.
"Nevermind that, though... I just think it's funny that you and I seem pretty similar, you know? I'm... We're no stranger to poor reputations, I guess."
Adele chuckles.
"It is a bit funny, I guess.."
"Yeah! I'm sure that our reputations and stories are way different, but... Well, people that know me know me tend to look at me a little funny. I guess in your case it's the people who don't know you, though... Because you actually seem very nice."
"Most certainly. Is that so? I'm sorry for that. Thanks, I try to be," Adele smiles slightly.
✨open thread!! I'm trying to do more with my silly RSA kiddos from time to time but. I wanna try something a little more in depth bc I. Really really want to share more Minerva she's such a silly creature to me.
-
"The Witch with a Thousand Faces... Should you ever encounter her, be on your best behaviour, lest you find yourself on the other end of her staff as she curses you to a fate that not even the evilest of fiends should deserve."
The quote sat with Minerva. A myth that had been spread over centuries of her existence; that she was a malevolent witch who would curse anyone and everyone who crossed her, sentencing them to a fate worse than death.
As she sat under a tree of the rivalling Night Raven clutching her side, she wished she wasn't inclined to follow after her assailant to turn them into a boar, if only to avoid proving it true.
She supposed it was true, though. Even if she wasn't upset. After all, she brought not one, but two separate people to this place. One of them wasn't mad, as he had been wanting to escape his previous life for a while.
The other, though? Minerva hadn't spoken to Yuna since before her Overblot. That was a guilt that ate at Minerva from the inside, consuming her bit by bit.
She groaned as she shifted her position, lifting a hand to be greeted by the sanguineous fluid that covered it.
She hadn't seen it coming. She wondered if it was intentional or not, the feeling of something sharp crossing her side, a stinging pain that she managed for a short while, before collapsing in the very spot she sat in currently.
Minerva didn't know why she decided the first plan of action she decided to take was run from her home to NRC. Perhaps there was a strange familiarity and fondness she held for it, long repressed by a few centuries of trauma.
Adele, wandering around and just picking flowers, draining their lifeforce and watching the dust they become blow away, notices Minerva. They dust their hands off on their pant legs before putting them in their jacket pockets, approaching curiously.
Although having never quite crossed Minerva's path enough to know her name, she definitely seems vaguely familiar. Probably another historical figure who was attending one of the mage schools, like Vanrouge or the Fae Prince. This person was visibly injured, though.
Adele did hope that Minerva didn't know them better than they knew her, or try to flee.
"Need some help?"
Minerva groaned, blinking at the person that had approached her.
She could barely make out the Night Raven uniform through blearly eyes, but she was also in no state to react in any manner of worry or uncertainty. Instead, she merely nodded, blonde locks of hair cascading down in a golden mess.
"Please..." She whimpered, struggling to reach out a hand , only to quickly pull it away to clutch at the wound on her side. "It would be... Much appreciated."
Adele, luckily, did have some bandages on them, since they'd been in the forest earlier and didn't want to risk getting injured. They crouch down and bandage Minerva's wound. It's definitely not the best, but it'd definitely help more than just letting it bleed.
After Minerva is bandaged, Adele uses magic to pick her up, just having her levitate beside them. Carrying Minerva directly could jostle her around too much.
"I'll get you to the infirmary," Adele explains.
"Ah..." She murmured, allowing whatever was going to happen to... Well, happen. "I don't... I'd hate to..."
She sighed.
"Thank you..." She said, giving up on the idea of trying to argue.
The wound still certainly hurt, and would require a bit more than just bandages, but she was thankful for the effort to try and stave off further injury.
"You're not a bother, and no problem," Adele shrugs, walking towards the NRC main buildings, floating Minerva in tow. They knew it was unlikely that people would bother the two much, since Adele was feared, which would be very helpful in getting her to the infirmary quickly.
Minerva allowed herself to be dragged along, just trying to keep herself from fading in and out of consciousness.
She didn't entirely fear the idea of death - being around for literal millennia did that to a person, but she couldn't help but feel unsettled by the idea that something like this could be the end for her, even if it probably wasn't, since she had certainly survived worse... Right?
She noted how, as she was carried along, students seemed to avoid her savior with an almost anxious look and remembered the times people used to greet her with the very same stares and murmurs.
Adele doesn't care about the students' stares, just bringing Minerva to the infirmary. They gently place her on one of the hospital beds while greeting the nurse and giving a simple explanation.
The next hour or so was a general blur for Minerva, her consciousness flickering in and out as she lay in the strangely foreign but still somewhat familiar infirmary.
She noted the strange student, though, watching them intently when she could, trying to discern if there were any ulterior motives or chances that the student was trying to get something out of this... But she couldn't see anything in their careful gaze.
"...Thank you again," she uttered after a while, voice hoarse and weak, but grateful.
"No problem," Adele shrugs, leaning on the wall. They were staying close and observing Minerva, making sure she's alright despite the injuries.
"...Why did you save me?" she asked softly. "I could've been followed or faking it. You could've put yourself in danger, you know..."
"Hm.. Simple answer; I felt like it. It's hard to fake a wound, and NRC has... semi decent security. I'm able to handle myself well enough when attacked," Adele hums. Truthfully, there was no real benefit to helping. But there also was no benefit to leaving Minerva to die, either.
"Hmph... Alright..." She said, staring up at the ceiling. "I've really been messing up with all these assumptions... Guess I was wrong... Things really have changed, huh..."
Adele raises an eyebrow curiously, but doesn't say anything.
Minerva eventually turned back to Adele.
"Um... So what... What should I call you?" She asked, not quite sure what else to say. "I need to know who saved me... Can't really thank you properly otherwise."
"Adele Aether. You?"
They smile faintly.
"...Minerva." She replied, sighing. "Thank you, Adele, for saving me. I'm indebted to you for it."
She carefully moved her arms in a way to minimize the discomfort of movement.
"it isn't every day that someone from NRC is willing to help someone from RSA... I... Sevens I'm so sorry..." She apologized, though it wasn't quite clear as to why.
"No problem. it isn't every day an injured RSA student is on campus," Adele chuckles.
"What're you apologizing for?"
"Ah-" she said, shaking her head slightly. "Please don't worry... I... I just have a lot of self reflection to do... I... Much like my peers I don't have a very positive look on current NRC students."
There was a slight emphasis on the word "current". Minerva must have had some manner of history with the school to place importance on such an innocuous word.
"Sevens I'm such a hypocrite... Aren't I..."
Adele tilts their head curiously, but doesn't question her.
"Eh, no worries. A lot of students here are pretty annoying."
"...And yet, everyone I've met recently has been so sweet, even if we haven't spoken much..." Minerva replied, turning towards Adele. "I'm... Glad you don't seem upset, though... The way you treat this kind of reminds me of... Me, actually..."
"That's good, at least. Does it?"
Adele hums.
"Mhm..." She said, adjusting her position so that she was sitting up ever so slightly, but not enough to worsen anything. "...I saw how those people looked at you... I'd know those looks anywhere."
"Yeahh.. I don't share anything about my personal life, since it's really not anyone's business unless we're close friends, so curious and nosy people tend to start rumors," Adele chuckles.
"I... Yeah that would make sense, wouldn't it...?" She said, shaking her head. "Believe me or not, I'm familiar with the way people spread rumors and such... I... Guess the difference is that there's still a good number of my friends who don't know about some parts of my life..."
Eugene had absolutely learned parts of Minerva's past, simply by virtue of living in her house. But Yuna? Terrence? Filian? Anyone else she considered a friend? Why, she might never want to tell them of her true status... It would just make things worse wouldn't it?
"Fair enough. And that's fine. You don't owe anyone your full story. Anyone that gets upset at you for never sharing your past isn't the best anyways," Adele shrugs.
"No one's entitled to know every little bit about you, 'important' details or not. It just depends on how much you want to share."
"...mmm... maybe. But there are some secrets that I think are too important to keep from friends, too." She said, shaking her head. "Like.. I've got some things that I'm gonna have to be upfront about eventually... They can't stay hidden forever, no matter how much I want to share it or not."
Minerva sighed.
"you aren't wrong in the least, though... Much better than some heheh..."
"Like what, being a worldwide terrorist to the point that being your friend puts them in danger?" Adele teases with a smile, "but regardless, share what you feel comfortable sharing, on your own time."
Minerva laughed softly, like a sharp exhale.
"Not that extreme, hehe... But I guess it really would depend on who you asked, if they actually knew..."
She shook her head.
"Nevermind that, though... I just think it's funny that you and I seem pretty similar, you know? I'm... We're no stranger to poor reputations, I guess."
Adele chuckles.
"It is a bit funny, I guess.."
✨open thread!! I'm trying to do more with my silly RSA kiddos from time to time but. I wanna try something a little more in depth bc I. Really really want to share more Minerva she's such a silly creature to me.
-
"The Witch with a Thousand Faces... Should you ever encounter her, be on your best behaviour, lest you find yourself on the other end of her staff as she curses you to a fate that not even the evilest of fiends should deserve."
The quote sat with Minerva. A myth that had been spread over centuries of her existence; that she was a malevolent witch who would curse anyone and everyone who crossed her, sentencing them to a fate worse than death.
As she sat under a tree of the rivalling Night Raven clutching her side, she wished she wasn't inclined to follow after her assailant to turn them into a boar, if only to avoid proving it true.
She supposed it was true, though. Even if she wasn't upset. After all, she brought not one, but two separate people to this place. One of them wasn't mad, as he had been wanting to escape his previous life for a while.
The other, though? Minerva hadn't spoken to Yuna since before her Overblot. That was a guilt that ate at Minerva from the inside, consuming her bit by bit.
She groaned as she shifted her position, lifting a hand to be greeted by the sanguineous fluid that covered it.
She hadn't seen it coming. She wondered if it was intentional or not, the feeling of something sharp crossing her side, a stinging pain that she managed for a short while, before collapsing in the very spot she sat in currently.
Minerva didn't know why she decided the first plan of action she decided to take was run from her home to NRC. Perhaps there was a strange familiarity and fondness she held for it, long repressed by a few centuries of trauma.
Adele, wandering around and just picking flowers, draining their lifeforce and watching the dust they become blow away, notices Minerva. They dust their hands off on their pant legs before putting them in their jacket pockets, approaching curiously.
Although having never quite crossed Minerva's path enough to know her name, she definitely seems vaguely familiar. Probably another historical figure who was attending one of the mage schools, like Vanrouge or the Fae Prince. This person was visibly injured, though.
Adele did hope that Minerva didn't know them better than they knew her, or try to flee.
"Need some help?"
Minerva groaned, blinking at the person that had approached her.
She could barely make out the Night Raven uniform through blearly eyes, but she was also in no state to react in any manner of worry or uncertainty. Instead, she merely nodded, blonde locks of hair cascading down in a golden mess.
"Please..." She whimpered, struggling to reach out a hand , only to quickly pull it away to clutch at the wound on her side. "It would be... Much appreciated."
Adele, luckily, did have some bandages on them, since they'd been in the forest earlier and didn't want to risk getting injured. They crouch down and bandage Minerva's wound. It's definitely not the best, but it'd definitely help more than just letting it bleed.
After Minerva is bandaged, Adele uses magic to pick her up, just having her levitate beside them. Carrying Minerva directly could jostle her around too much.
"I'll get you to the infirmary," Adele explains.
"Ah..." She murmured, allowing whatever was going to happen to... Well, happen. "I don't... I'd hate to..."
She sighed.
"Thank you..." She said, giving up on the idea of trying to argue.
The wound still certainly hurt, and would require a bit more than just bandages, but she was thankful for the effort to try and stave off further injury.
"You're not a bother, and no problem," Adele shrugs, walking towards the NRC main buildings, floating Minerva in tow. They knew it was unlikely that people would bother the two much, since Adele was feared, which would be very helpful in getting her to the infirmary quickly.
Minerva allowed herself to be dragged along, just trying to keep herself from fading in and out of consciousness.
She didn't entirely fear the idea of death - being around for literal millennia did that to a person, but she couldn't help but feel unsettled by the idea that something like this could be the end for her, even if it probably wasn't, since she had certainly survived worse... Right?
She noted how, as she was carried along, students seemed to avoid her savior with an almost anxious look and remembered the times people used to greet her with the very same stares and murmurs.
Adele doesn't care about the students' stares, just bringing Minerva to the infirmary. They gently place her on one of the hospital beds while greeting the nurse and giving a simple explanation.
The next hour or so was a general blur for Minerva, her consciousness flickering in and out as she lay in the strangely foreign but still somewhat familiar infirmary.
She noted the strange student, though, watching them intently when she could, trying to discern if there were any ulterior motives or chances that the student was trying to get something out of this... But she couldn't see anything in their careful gaze.
"...Thank you again," she uttered after a while, voice hoarse and weak, but grateful.
"No problem," Adele shrugs, leaning on the wall. They were staying close and observing Minerva, making sure she's alright despite the injuries.
"...Why did you save me?" she asked softly. "I could've been followed or faking it. You could've put yourself in danger, you know..."
"Hm.. Simple answer; I felt like it. It's hard to fake a wound, and NRC has... semi decent security. I'm able to handle myself well enough when attacked," Adele hums. Truthfully, there was no real benefit to helping. But there also was no benefit to leaving Minerva to die, either.
"Hmph... Alright..." She said, staring up at the ceiling. "I've really been messing up with all these assumptions... Guess I was wrong... Things really have changed, huh..."
Adele raises an eyebrow curiously, but doesn't say anything.
Minerva eventually turned back to Adele.
"Um... So what... What should I call you?" She asked, not quite sure what else to say. "I need to know who saved me... Can't really thank you properly otherwise."
"Adele Aether. You?"
They smile faintly.
"...Minerva." She replied, sighing. "Thank you, Adele, for saving me. I'm indebted to you for it."
She carefully moved her arms in a way to minimize the discomfort of movement.
"it isn't every day that someone from NRC is willing to help someone from RSA... I... Sevens I'm so sorry..." She apologized, though it wasn't quite clear as to why.
"No problem. it isn't every day an injured RSA student is on campus," Adele chuckles.
"What're you apologizing for?"
"Ah-" she said, shaking her head slightly. "Please don't worry... I... I just have a lot of self reflection to do... I... Much like my peers I don't have a very positive look on current NRC students."
There was a slight emphasis on the word "current". Minerva must have had some manner of history with the school to place importance on such an innocuous word.
"Sevens I'm such a hypocrite... Aren't I..."
Adele tilts their head curiously, but doesn't question her.
"Eh, no worries. A lot of students here are pretty annoying."
"...And yet, everyone I've met recently has been so sweet, even if we haven't spoken much..." Minerva replied, turning towards Adele. "I'm... Glad you don't seem upset, though... The way you treat this kind of reminds me of... Me, actually..."
"That's good, at least. Does it?"
Adele hums.
"Mhm..." She said, adjusting her position so that she was sitting up ever so slightly, but not enough to worsen anything. "...I saw how those people looked at you... I'd know those looks anywhere."
"Yeahh.. I don't share anything about my personal life, since it's really not anyone's business unless we're close friends, so curious and nosy people tend to start rumors," Adele chuckles.
"I... Yeah that would make sense, wouldn't it...?" She said, shaking her head. "Believe me or not, I'm familiar with the way people spread rumors and such... I... Guess the difference is that there's still a good number of my friends who don't know about some parts of my life..."
Eugene had absolutely learned parts of Minerva's past, simply by virtue of living in her house. But Yuna? Terrence? Filian? Anyone else she considered a friend? Why, she might never want to tell them of her true status... It would just make things worse wouldn't it?
"Fair enough. And that's fine. You don't owe anyone your full story. Anyone that gets upset at you for never sharing your past isn't the best anyways," Adele shrugs.
"No one's entitled to know every little bit about you, 'important' details or not. It just depends on how much you want to share."
"...mmm... maybe. But there are some secrets that I think are too important to keep from friends, too." She said, shaking her head. "Like.. I've got some things that I'm gonna have to be upfront about eventually... They can't stay hidden forever, no matter how much I want to share it or not."
Minerva sighed.
"you aren't wrong in the least, though... Much better than some heheh..."
"Like what, being a worldwide terrorist to the point that being your friend puts them in danger?" Adele teases with a smile, "but regardless, share what you feel comfortable sharing, on your own time."
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✨open thread!! I'm trying to do more with my silly RSA kiddos from time to time but. I wanna try something a little more in depth bc I. Really really want to share more Minerva she's such a silly creature to me.
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"The Witch with a Thousand Faces... Should you ever encounter her, be on your best behaviour, lest you find yourself on the other end of her staff as she curses you to a fate that not even the evilest of fiends should deserve."
The quote sat with Minerva. A myth that had been spread over centuries of her existence; that she was a malevolent witch who would curse anyone and everyone who crossed her, sentencing them to a fate worse than death.
As she sat under a tree of the rivalling Night Raven clutching her side, she wished she wasn't inclined to follow after her assailant to turn them into a boar, if only to avoid proving it true.
She supposed it was true, though. Even if she wasn't upset. After all, she brought not one, but two separate people to this place. One of them wasn't mad, as he had been wanting to escape his previous life for a while.
The other, though? Minerva hadn't spoken to Yuna since before her Overblot. That was a guilt that ate at Minerva from the inside, consuming her bit by bit.
She groaned as she shifted her position, lifting a hand to be greeted by the sanguineous fluid that covered it.
She hadn't seen it coming. She wondered if it was intentional or not, the feeling of something sharp crossing her side, a stinging pain that she managed for a short while, before collapsing in the very spot she sat in currently.
Minerva didn't know why she decided the first plan of action she decided to take was run from her home to NRC. Perhaps there was a strange familiarity and fondness she held for it, long repressed by a few centuries of trauma.
Adele, wandering around and just picking flowers, draining their lifeforce and watching the dust they become blow away, notices Minerva. They dust their hands off on their pant legs before putting them in their jacket pockets, approaching curiously.
Although having never quite crossed Minerva's path enough to know her name, she definitely seems vaguely familiar. Probably another historical figure who was attending one of the mage schools, like Vanrouge or the Fae Prince. This person was visibly injured, though.
Adele did hope that Minerva didn't know them better than they knew her, or try to flee.
"Need some help?"
Minerva groaned, blinking at the person that had approached her.
She could barely make out the Night Raven uniform through blearly eyes, but she was also in no state to react in any manner of worry or uncertainty. Instead, she merely nodded, blonde locks of hair cascading down in a golden mess.
"Please..." She whimpered, struggling to reach out a hand , only to quickly pull it away to clutch at the wound on her side. "It would be... Much appreciated."
Adele, luckily, did have some bandages on them, since they'd been in the forest earlier and didn't want to risk getting injured. They crouch down and bandage Minerva's wound. It's definitely not the best, but it'd definitely help more than just letting it bleed.
After Minerva is bandaged, Adele uses magic to pick her up, just having her levitate beside them. Carrying Minerva directly could jostle her around too much.
"I'll get you to the infirmary," Adele explains.
"Ah..." She murmured, allowing whatever was going to happen to... Well, happen. "I don't... I'd hate to..."
She sighed.
"Thank you..." She said, giving up on the idea of trying to argue.
The wound still certainly hurt, and would require a bit more than just bandages, but she was thankful for the effort to try and stave off further injury.
"You're not a bother, and no problem," Adele shrugs, walking towards the NRC main buildings, floating Minerva in tow. They knew it was unlikely that people would bother the two much, since Adele was feared, which would be very helpful in getting her to the infirmary quickly.
Minerva allowed herself to be dragged along, just trying to keep herself from fading in and out of consciousness.
She didn't entirely fear the idea of death - being around for literal millennia did that to a person, but she couldn't help but feel unsettled by the idea that something like this could be the end for her, even if it probably wasn't, since she had certainly survived worse... Right?
She noted how, as she was carried along, students seemed to avoid her savior with an almost anxious look and remembered the times people used to greet her with the very same stares and murmurs.
Adele doesn't care about the students' stares, just bringing Minerva to the infirmary. They gently place her on one of the hospital beds while greeting the nurse and giving a simple explanation.
The next hour or so was a general blur for Minerva, her consciousness flickering in and out as she lay in the strangely foreign but still somewhat familiar infirmary.
She noted the strange student, though, watching them intently when she could, trying to discern if there were any ulterior motives or chances that the student was trying to get something out of this... But she couldn't see anything in their careful gaze.
"...Thank you again," she uttered after a while, voice hoarse and weak, but grateful.
"No problem," Adele shrugs, leaning on the wall. They were staying close and observing Minerva, making sure she's alright despite the injuries.
"...Why did you save me?" she asked softly. "I could've been followed or faking it. You could've put yourself in danger, you know..."
"Hm.. Simple answer; I felt like it. It's hard to fake a wound, and NRC has... semi decent security. I'm able to handle myself well enough when attacked," Adele hums. Truthfully, there was no real benefit to helping. But there also was no benefit to leaving Minerva to die, either.
"Hmph... Alright..." She said, staring up at the ceiling. "I've really been messing up with all these assumptions... Guess I was wrong... Things really have changed, huh..."
Adele raises an eyebrow curiously, but doesn't say anything.
Minerva eventually turned back to Adele.
"Um... So what... What should I call you?" She asked, not quite sure what else to say. "I need to know who saved me... Can't really thank you properly otherwise."
"Adele Aether. You?"
They smile faintly.
"...Minerva." She replied, sighing. "Thank you, Adele, for saving me. I'm indebted to you for it."
She carefully moved her arms in a way to minimize the discomfort of movement.
"it isn't every day that someone from NRC is willing to help someone from RSA... I... Sevens I'm so sorry..." She apologized, though it wasn't quite clear as to why.
"No problem. it isn't every day an injured RSA student is on campus," Adele chuckles.
"What're you apologizing for?"
"Ah-" she said, shaking her head slightly. "Please don't worry... I... I just have a lot of self reflection to do... I... Much like my peers I don't have a very positive look on current NRC students."
There was a slight emphasis on the word "current". Minerva must have had some manner of history with the school to place importance on such an innocuous word.
"Sevens I'm such a hypocrite... Aren't I..."
Adele tilts their head curiously, but doesn't question her.
"Eh, no worries. A lot of students here are pretty annoying."
"...And yet, everyone I've met recently has been so sweet, even if we haven't spoken much..." Minerva replied, turning towards Adele. "I'm... Glad you don't seem upset, though... The way you treat this kind of reminds me of... Me, actually..."
"That's good, at least. Does it?"
Adele hums.
"Mhm..." She said, adjusting her position so that she was sitting up ever so slightly, but not enough to worsen anything. "...I saw how those people looked at you... I'd know those looks anywhere."
"Yeahh.. I don't share anything about my personal life, since it's really not anyone's business unless we're close friends, so curious and nosy people tend to start rumors," Adele chuckles.
"I... Yeah that would make sense, wouldn't it...?" She said, shaking her head. "Believe me or not, I'm familiar with the way people spread rumors and such... I... Guess the difference is that there's still a good number of my friends who don't know about some parts of my life..."
Eugene had absolutely learned parts of Minerva's past, simply by virtue of living in her house. But Yuna? Terrence? Filian? Anyone else she considered a friend? Why, she might never want to tell them of her true status... It would just make things worse wouldn't it?
"Fair enough. And that's fine. You don't owe anyone your full story. Anyone that gets upset at you for never sharing your past isn't the best anyways," Adele shrugs.
"No one's entitled to know every little bit about you, 'important' details or not. It just depends on how much you want to share."
✨open thread!! I'm trying to do more with my silly RSA kiddos from time to time but. I wanna try something a little more in depth bc I. Really really want to share more Minerva she's such a silly creature to me.
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"The Witch with a Thousand Faces... Should you ever encounter her, be on your best behaviour, lest you find yourself on the other end of her staff as she curses you to a fate that not even the evilest of fiends should deserve."
The quote sat with Minerva. A myth that had been spread over centuries of her existence; that she was a malevolent witch who would curse anyone and everyone who crossed her, sentencing them to a fate worse than death.
As she sat under a tree of the rivalling Night Raven clutching her side, she wished she wasn't inclined to follow after her assailant to turn them into a boar, if only to avoid proving it true.
She supposed it was true, though. Even if she wasn't upset. After all, she brought not one, but two separate people to this place. One of them wasn't mad, as he had been wanting to escape his previous life for a while.
The other, though? Minerva hadn't spoken to Yuna since before her Overblot. That was a guilt that ate at Minerva from the inside, consuming her bit by bit.
She groaned as she shifted her position, lifting a hand to be greeted by the sanguineous fluid that covered it.
She hadn't seen it coming. She wondered if it was intentional or not, the feeling of something sharp crossing her side, a stinging pain that she managed for a short while, before collapsing in the very spot she sat in currently.
Minerva didn't know why she decided the first plan of action she decided to take was run from her home to NRC. Perhaps there was a strange familiarity and fondness she held for it, long repressed by a few centuries of trauma.
Adele, wandering around and just picking flowers, draining their lifeforce and watching the dust they become blow away, notices Minerva. They dust their hands off on their pant legs before putting them in their jacket pockets, approaching curiously.
Although having never quite crossed Minerva's path enough to know her name, she definitely seems vaguely familiar. Probably another historical figure who was attending one of the mage schools, like Vanrouge or the Fae Prince. This person was visibly injured, though.
Adele did hope that Minerva didn't know them better than they knew her, or try to flee.
"Need some help?"
Minerva groaned, blinking at the person that had approached her.
She could barely make out the Night Raven uniform through blearly eyes, but she was also in no state to react in any manner of worry or uncertainty. Instead, she merely nodded, blonde locks of hair cascading down in a golden mess.
"Please..." She whimpered, struggling to reach out a hand , only to quickly pull it away to clutch at the wound on her side. "It would be... Much appreciated."
Adele, luckily, did have some bandages on them, since they'd been in the forest earlier and didn't want to risk getting injured. They crouch down and bandage Minerva's wound. It's definitely not the best, but it'd definitely help more than just letting it bleed.
After Minerva is bandaged, Adele uses magic to pick her up, just having her levitate beside them. Carrying Minerva directly could jostle her around too much.
"I'll get you to the infirmary," Adele explains.
"Ah..." She murmured, allowing whatever was going to happen to... Well, happen. "I don't... I'd hate to..."
She sighed.
"Thank you..." She said, giving up on the idea of trying to argue.
The wound still certainly hurt, and would require a bit more than just bandages, but she was thankful for the effort to try and stave off further injury.
"You're not a bother, and no problem," Adele shrugs, walking towards the NRC main buildings, floating Minerva in tow. They knew it was unlikely that people would bother the two much, since Adele was feared, which would be very helpful in getting her to the infirmary quickly.
Minerva allowed herself to be dragged along, just trying to keep herself from fading in and out of consciousness.
She didn't entirely fear the idea of death - being around for literal millennia did that to a person, but she couldn't help but feel unsettled by the idea that something like this could be the end for her, even if it probably wasn't, since she had certainly survived worse... Right?
She noted how, as she was carried along, students seemed to avoid her savior with an almost anxious look and remembered the times people used to greet her with the very same stares and murmurs.
Adele doesn't care about the students' stares, just bringing Minerva to the infirmary. They gently place her on one of the hospital beds while greeting the nurse and giving a simple explanation.
The next hour or so was a general blur for Minerva, her consciousness flickering in and out as she lay in the strangely foreign but still somewhat familiar infirmary.
She noted the strange student, though, watching them intently when she could, trying to discern if there were any ulterior motives or chances that the student was trying to get something out of this... But she couldn't see anything in their careful gaze.
"...Thank you again," she uttered after a while, voice hoarse and weak, but grateful.
"No problem," Adele shrugs, leaning on the wall. They were staying close and observing Minerva, making sure she's alright despite the injuries.
"...Why did you save me?" she asked softly. "I could've been followed or faking it. You could've put yourself in danger, you know..."
"Hm.. Simple answer; I felt like it. It's hard to fake a wound, and NRC has... semi decent security. I'm able to handle myself well enough when attacked," Adele hums. Truthfully, there was no real benefit to helping. But there also was no benefit to leaving Minerva to die, either.
"Hmph... Alright..." She said, staring up at the ceiling. "I've really been messing up with all these assumptions... Guess I was wrong... Things really have changed, huh..."
Adele raises an eyebrow curiously, but doesn't say anything.
Minerva eventually turned back to Adele.
"Um... So what... What should I call you?" She asked, not quite sure what else to say. "I need to know who saved me... Can't really thank you properly otherwise."
"Adele Aether. You?"
They smile faintly.
"...Minerva." She replied, sighing. "Thank you, Adele, for saving me. I'm indebted to you for it."
She carefully moved her arms in a way to minimize the discomfort of movement.
"it isn't every day that someone from NRC is willing to help someone from RSA... I... Sevens I'm so sorry..." She apologized, though it wasn't quite clear as to why.
"No problem. it isn't every day an injured RSA student is on campus," Adele chuckles.
"What're you apologizing for?"
"Ah-" she said, shaking her head slightly. "Please don't worry... I... I just have a lot of self reflection to do... I... Much like my peers I don't have a very positive look on current NRC students."
There was a slight emphasis on the word "current". Minerva must have had some manner of history with the school to place importance on such an innocuous word.
"Sevens I'm such a hypocrite... Aren't I..."
Adele tilts their head curiously, but doesn't question her.
"Eh, no worries. A lot of students here are pretty annoying."
"...And yet, everyone I've met recently has been so sweet, even if we haven't spoken much..." Minerva replied, turning towards Adele. "I'm... Glad you don't seem upset, though... The way you treat this kind of reminds me of... Me, actually..."
"That's good, at least. Does it?"
Adele hums.
"Mhm..." She said, adjusting her position so that she was sitting up ever so slightly, but not enough to worsen anything. "...I saw how those people looked at you... I'd know those looks anywhere."
"Yeahh.. I don't share anything about my personal life, since it's really not anyone's business unless we're close friends, so curious and nosy people tend to start rumors," Adele chuckles.
✨open thread!! I'm trying to do more with my silly RSA kiddos from time to time but. I wanna try something a little more in depth bc I. Really really want to share more Minerva she's such a silly creature to me.
-
"The Witch with a Thousand Faces... Should you ever encounter her, be on your best behaviour, lest you find yourself on the other end of her staff as she curses you to a fate that not even the evilest of fiends should deserve."
The quote sat with Minerva. A myth that had been spread over centuries of her existence; that she was a malevolent witch who would curse anyone and everyone who crossed her, sentencing them to a fate worse than death.
As she sat under a tree of the rivalling Night Raven clutching her side, she wished she wasn't inclined to follow after her assailant to turn them into a boar, if only to avoid proving it true.
She supposed it was true, though. Even if she wasn't upset. After all, she brought not one, but two separate people to this place. One of them wasn't mad, as he had been wanting to escape his previous life for a while.
The other, though? Minerva hadn't spoken to Yuna since before her Overblot. That was a guilt that ate at Minerva from the inside, consuming her bit by bit.
She groaned as she shifted her position, lifting a hand to be greeted by the sanguineous fluid that covered it.
She hadn't seen it coming. She wondered if it was intentional or not, the feeling of something sharp crossing her side, a stinging pain that she managed for a short while, before collapsing in the very spot she sat in currently.
Minerva didn't know why she decided the first plan of action she decided to take was run from her home to NRC. Perhaps there was a strange familiarity and fondness she held for it, long repressed by a few centuries of trauma.
Adele, wandering around and just picking flowers, draining their lifeforce and watching the dust they become blow away, notices Minerva. They dust their hands off on their pant legs before putting them in their jacket pockets, approaching curiously.
Although having never quite crossed Minerva's path enough to know her name, she definitely seems vaguely familiar. Probably another historical figure who was attending one of the mage schools, like Vanrouge or the Fae Prince. This person was visibly injured, though.
Adele did hope that Minerva didn't know them better than they knew her, or try to flee.
"Need some help?"
Minerva groaned, blinking at the person that had approached her.
She could barely make out the Night Raven uniform through blearly eyes, but she was also in no state to react in any manner of worry or uncertainty. Instead, she merely nodded, blonde locks of hair cascading down in a golden mess.
"Please..." She whimpered, struggling to reach out a hand , only to quickly pull it away to clutch at the wound on her side. "It would be... Much appreciated."
Adele, luckily, did have some bandages on them, since they'd been in the forest earlier and didn't want to risk getting injured. They crouch down and bandage Minerva's wound. It's definitely not the best, but it'd definitely help more than just letting it bleed.
After Minerva is bandaged, Adele uses magic to pick her up, just having her levitate beside them. Carrying Minerva directly could jostle her around too much.
"I'll get you to the infirmary," Adele explains.
"Ah..." She murmured, allowing whatever was going to happen to... Well, happen. "I don't... I'd hate to..."
She sighed.
"Thank you..." She said, giving up on the idea of trying to argue.
The wound still certainly hurt, and would require a bit more than just bandages, but she was thankful for the effort to try and stave off further injury.
"You're not a bother, and no problem," Adele shrugs, walking towards the NRC main buildings, floating Minerva in tow. They knew it was unlikely that people would bother the two much, since Adele was feared, which would be very helpful in getting her to the infirmary quickly.
Minerva allowed herself to be dragged along, just trying to keep herself from fading in and out of consciousness.
She didn't entirely fear the idea of death - being around for literal millennia did that to a person, but she couldn't help but feel unsettled by the idea that something like this could be the end for her, even if it probably wasn't, since she had certainly survived worse... Right?
She noted how, as she was carried along, students seemed to avoid her savior with an almost anxious look and remembered the times people used to greet her with the very same stares and murmurs.
Adele doesn't care about the students' stares, just bringing Minerva to the infirmary. They gently place her on one of the hospital beds while greeting the nurse and giving a simple explanation.
The next hour or so was a general blur for Minerva, her consciousness flickering in and out as she lay in the strangely foreign but still somewhat familiar infirmary.
She noted the strange student, though, watching them intently when she could, trying to discern if there were any ulterior motives or chances that the student was trying to get something out of this... But she couldn't see anything in their careful gaze.
"...Thank you again," she uttered after a while, voice hoarse and weak, but grateful.
"No problem," Adele shrugs, leaning on the wall. They were staying close and observing Minerva, making sure she's alright despite the injuries.
"...Why did you save me?" she asked softly. "I could've been followed or faking it. You could've put yourself in danger, you know..."
"Hm.. Simple answer; I felt like it. It's hard to fake a wound, and NRC has... semi decent security. I'm able to handle myself well enough when attacked," Adele hums. Truthfully, there was no real benefit to helping. But there also was no benefit to leaving Minerva to die, either.
"Hmph... Alright..." She said, staring up at the ceiling. "I've really been messing up with all these assumptions... Guess I was wrong... Things really have changed, huh..."
Adele raises an eyebrow curiously, but doesn't say anything.
Minerva eventually turned back to Adele.
"Um... So what... What should I call you?" She asked, not quite sure what else to say. "I need to know who saved me... Can't really thank you properly otherwise."
"Adele Aether. You?"
They smile faintly.
"...Minerva." She replied, sighing. "Thank you, Adele, for saving me. I'm indebted to you for it."
She carefully moved her arms in a way to minimize the discomfort of movement.
"it isn't every day that someone from NRC is willing to help someone from RSA... I... Sevens I'm so sorry..." She apologized, though it wasn't quite clear as to why.
"No problem. it isn't every day an injured RSA student is on campus," Adele chuckles.
"What're you apologizing for?"
"Ah-" she said, shaking her head slightly. "Please don't worry... I... I just have a lot of self reflection to do... I... Much like my peers I don't have a very positive look on current NRC students."
There was a slight emphasis on the word "current". Minerva must have had some manner of history with the school to place importance on such an innocuous word.
"Sevens I'm such a hypocrite... Aren't I..."
Adele tilts their head curiously, but doesn't question her.
"Eh, no worries. A lot of students here are pretty annoying."
"...And yet, everyone I've met recently has been so sweet, even if we haven't spoken much..." Minerva replied, turning towards Adele. "I'm... Glad you don't seem upset, though... The way you treat this kind of reminds me of... Me, actually..."
"That's good, at least. Does it?"
Adele hums.
✨open thread!! I'm trying to do more with my silly RSA kiddos from time to time but. I wanna try something a little more in depth bc I. Really really want to share more Minerva she's such a silly creature to me.
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"The Witch with a Thousand Faces... Should you ever encounter her, be on your best behaviour, lest you find yourself on the other end of her staff as she curses you to a fate that not even the evilest of fiends should deserve."
The quote sat with Minerva. A myth that had been spread over centuries of her existence; that she was a malevolent witch who would curse anyone and everyone who crossed her, sentencing them to a fate worse than death.
As she sat under a tree of the rivalling Night Raven clutching her side, she wished she wasn't inclined to follow after her assailant to turn them into a boar, if only to avoid proving it true.
She supposed it was true, though. Even if she wasn't upset. After all, she brought not one, but two separate people to this place. One of them wasn't mad, as he had been wanting to escape his previous life for a while.
The other, though? Minerva hadn't spoken to Yuna since before her Overblot. That was a guilt that ate at Minerva from the inside, consuming her bit by bit.
She groaned as she shifted her position, lifting a hand to be greeted by the sanguineous fluid that covered it.
She hadn't seen it coming. She wondered if it was intentional or not, the feeling of something sharp crossing her side, a stinging pain that she managed for a short while, before collapsing in the very spot she sat in currently.
Minerva didn't know why she decided the first plan of action she decided to take was run from her home to NRC. Perhaps there was a strange familiarity and fondness she held for it, long repressed by a few centuries of trauma.
Adele, wandering around and just picking flowers, draining their lifeforce and watching the dust they become blow away, notices Minerva. They dust their hands off on their pant legs before putting them in their jacket pockets, approaching curiously.
Although having never quite crossed Minerva's path enough to know her name, she definitely seems vaguely familiar. Probably another historical figure who was attending one of the mage schools, like Vanrouge or the Fae Prince. This person was visibly injured, though.
Adele did hope that Minerva didn't know them better than they knew her, or try to flee.
"Need some help?"
Minerva groaned, blinking at the person that had approached her.
She could barely make out the Night Raven uniform through blearly eyes, but she was also in no state to react in any manner of worry or uncertainty. Instead, she merely nodded, blonde locks of hair cascading down in a golden mess.
"Please..." She whimpered, struggling to reach out a hand , only to quickly pull it away to clutch at the wound on her side. "It would be... Much appreciated."
Adele, luckily, did have some bandages on them, since they'd been in the forest earlier and didn't want to risk getting injured. They crouch down and bandage Minerva's wound. It's definitely not the best, but it'd definitely help more than just letting it bleed.
After Minerva is bandaged, Adele uses magic to pick her up, just having her levitate beside them. Carrying Minerva directly could jostle her around too much.
"I'll get you to the infirmary," Adele explains.
"Ah..." She murmured, allowing whatever was going to happen to... Well, happen. "I don't... I'd hate to..."
She sighed.
"Thank you..." She said, giving up on the idea of trying to argue.
The wound still certainly hurt, and would require a bit more than just bandages, but she was thankful for the effort to try and stave off further injury.
"You're not a bother, and no problem," Adele shrugs, walking towards the NRC main buildings, floating Minerva in tow. They knew it was unlikely that people would bother the two much, since Adele was feared, which would be very helpful in getting her to the infirmary quickly.
Minerva allowed herself to be dragged along, just trying to keep herself from fading in and out of consciousness.
She didn't entirely fear the idea of death - being around for literal millennia did that to a person, but she couldn't help but feel unsettled by the idea that something like this could be the end for her, even if it probably wasn't, since she had certainly survived worse... Right?
She noted how, as she was carried along, students seemed to avoid her savior with an almost anxious look and remembered the times people used to greet her with the very same stares and murmurs.
Adele doesn't care about the students' stares, just bringing Minerva to the infirmary. They gently place her on one of the hospital beds while greeting the nurse and giving a simple explanation.
The next hour or so was a general blur for Minerva, her consciousness flickering in and out as she lay in the strangely foreign but still somewhat familiar infirmary.
She noted the strange student, though, watching them intently when she could, trying to discern if there were any ulterior motives or chances that the student was trying to get something out of this... But she couldn't see anything in their careful gaze.
"...Thank you again," she uttered after a while, voice hoarse and weak, but grateful.
"No problem," Adele shrugs, leaning on the wall. They were staying close and observing Minerva, making sure she's alright despite the injuries.
"...Why did you save me?" she asked softly. "I could've been followed or faking it. You could've put yourself in danger, you know..."
"Hm.. Simple answer; I felt like it. It's hard to fake a wound, and NRC has... semi decent security. I'm able to handle myself well enough when attacked," Adele hums. Truthfully, there was no real benefit to helping. But there also was no benefit to leaving Minerva to die, either.
"Hmph... Alright..." She said, staring up at the ceiling. "I've really been messing up with all these assumptions... Guess I was wrong... Things really have changed, huh..."
Adele raises an eyebrow curiously, but doesn't say anything.
Minerva eventually turned back to Adele.
"Um... So what... What should I call you?" She asked, not quite sure what else to say. "I need to know who saved me... Can't really thank you properly otherwise."
"Adele Aether. You?"
They smile faintly.
"...Minerva." She replied, sighing. "Thank you, Adele, for saving me. I'm indebted to you for it."
She carefully moved her arms in a way to minimize the discomfort of movement.
"it isn't every day that someone from NRC is willing to help someone from RSA... I... Sevens I'm so sorry..." She apologized, though it wasn't quite clear as to why.
"No problem. it isn't every day an injured RSA student is on campus," Adele chuckles.
"What're you apologizing for?"
"Ah-" she said, shaking her head slightly. "Please don't worry... I... I just have a lot of self reflection to do... I... Much like my peers I don't have a very positive look on current NRC students."
There was a slight emphasis on the word "current". Minerva must have had some manner of history with the school to place importance on such an innocuous word.
"Sevens I'm such a hypocrite... Aren't I..."
Adele tilts their head curiously, but doesn't question her.
"Eh, no worries. A lot of students here are pretty annoying."
✨open thread!! I'm trying to do more with my silly RSA kiddos from time to time but. I wanna try something a little more in depth bc I. Really really want to share more Minerva she's such a silly creature to me.
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"The Witch with a Thousand Faces... Should you ever encounter her, be on your best behaviour, lest you find yourself on the other end of her staff as she curses you to a fate that not even the evilest of fiends should deserve."
The quote sat with Minerva. A myth that had been spread over centuries of her existence; that she was a malevolent witch who would curse anyone and everyone who crossed her, sentencing them to a fate worse than death.
As she sat under a tree of the rivalling Night Raven clutching her side, she wished she wasn't inclined to follow after her assailant to turn them into a boar, if only to avoid proving it true.
She supposed it was true, though. Even if she wasn't upset. After all, she brought not one, but two separate people to this place. One of them wasn't mad, as he had been wanting to escape his previous life for a while.
The other, though? Minerva hadn't spoken to Yuna since before her Overblot. That was a guilt that ate at Minerva from the inside, consuming her bit by bit.
She groaned as she shifted her position, lifting a hand to be greeted by the sanguineous fluid that covered it.
She hadn't seen it coming. She wondered if it was intentional or not, the feeling of something sharp crossing her side, a stinging pain that she managed for a short while, before collapsing in the very spot she sat in currently.
Minerva didn't know why she decided the first plan of action she decided to take was run from her home to NRC. Perhaps there was a strange familiarity and fondness she held for it, long repressed by a few centuries of trauma.
Adele, wandering around and just picking flowers, draining their lifeforce and watching the dust they become blow away, notices Minerva. They dust their hands off on their pant legs before putting them in their jacket pockets, approaching curiously.
Although having never quite crossed Minerva's path enough to know her name, she definitely seems vaguely familiar. Probably another historical figure who was attending one of the mage schools, like Vanrouge or the Fae Prince. This person was visibly injured, though.
Adele did hope that Minerva didn't know them better than they knew her, or try to flee.
"Need some help?"
Minerva groaned, blinking at the person that had approached her.
She could barely make out the Night Raven uniform through blearly eyes, but she was also in no state to react in any manner of worry or uncertainty. Instead, she merely nodded, blonde locks of hair cascading down in a golden mess.
"Please..." She whimpered, struggling to reach out a hand , only to quickly pull it away to clutch at the wound on her side. "It would be... Much appreciated."
Adele, luckily, did have some bandages on them, since they'd been in the forest earlier and didn't want to risk getting injured. They crouch down and bandage Minerva's wound. It's definitely not the best, but it'd definitely help more than just letting it bleed.
After Minerva is bandaged, Adele uses magic to pick her up, just having her levitate beside them. Carrying Minerva directly could jostle her around too much.
"I'll get you to the infirmary," Adele explains.
"Ah..." She murmured, allowing whatever was going to happen to... Well, happen. "I don't... I'd hate to..."
She sighed.
"Thank you..." She said, giving up on the idea of trying to argue.
The wound still certainly hurt, and would require a bit more than just bandages, but she was thankful for the effort to try and stave off further injury.
"You're not a bother, and no problem," Adele shrugs, walking towards the NRC main buildings, floating Minerva in tow. They knew it was unlikely that people would bother the two much, since Adele was feared, which would be very helpful in getting her to the infirmary quickly.
Minerva allowed herself to be dragged along, just trying to keep herself from fading in and out of consciousness.
She didn't entirely fear the idea of death - being around for literal millennia did that to a person, but she couldn't help but feel unsettled by the idea that something like this could be the end for her, even if it probably wasn't, since she had certainly survived worse... Right?
She noted how, as she was carried along, students seemed to avoid her savior with an almost anxious look and remembered the times people used to greet her with the very same stares and murmurs.
Adele doesn't care about the students' stares, just bringing Minerva to the infirmary. They gently place her on one of the hospital beds while greeting the nurse and giving a simple explanation.
The next hour or so was a general blur for Minerva, her consciousness flickering in and out as she lay in the strangely foreign but still somewhat familiar infirmary.
She noted the strange student, though, watching them intently when she could, trying to discern if there were any ulterior motives or chances that the student was trying to get something out of this... But she couldn't see anything in their careful gaze.
"...Thank you again," she uttered after a while, voice hoarse and weak, but grateful.
"No problem," Adele shrugs, leaning on the wall. They were staying close and observing Minerva, making sure she's alright despite the injuries.
"...Why did you save me?" she asked softly. "I could've been followed or faking it. You could've put yourself in danger, you know..."
"Hm.. Simple answer; I felt like it. It's hard to fake a wound, and NRC has... semi decent security. I'm able to handle myself well enough when attacked," Adele hums. Truthfully, there was no real benefit to helping. But there also was no benefit to leaving Minerva to die, either.
"Hmph... Alright..." She said, staring up at the ceiling. "I've really been messing up with all these assumptions... Guess I was wrong... Things really have changed, huh..."
Adele raises an eyebrow curiously, but doesn't say anything.
Minerva eventually turned back to Adele.
"Um... So what... What should I call you?" She asked, not quite sure what else to say. "I need to know who saved me... Can't really thank you properly otherwise."
"Adele Aether. You?"
They smile faintly.
"...Minerva." She replied, sighing. "Thank you, Adele, for saving me. I'm indebted to you for it."
She carefully moved her arms in a way to minimize the discomfort of movement.
"it isn't every day that someone from NRC is willing to help someone from RSA... I... Sevens I'm so sorry..." She apologized, though it wasn't quite clear as to why.
"No problem. it isn't every day an injured RSA student is on campus," Adele chuckles.
"What're you apologizing for?"
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✨open thread!! I'm trying to do more with my silly RSA kiddos from time to time but. I wanna try something a little more in depth bc I. Really really want to share more Minerva she's such a silly creature to me.
-
"The Witch with a Thousand Faces... Should you ever encounter her, be on your best behaviour, lest you find yourself on the other end of her staff as she curses you to a fate that not even the evilest of fiends should deserve."
The quote sat with Minerva. A myth that had been spread over centuries of her existence; that she was a malevolent witch who would curse anyone and everyone who crossed her, sentencing them to a fate worse than death.
As she sat under a tree of the rivalling Night Raven clutching her side, she wished she wasn't inclined to follow after her assailant to turn them into a boar, if only to avoid proving it true.
She supposed it was true, though. Even if she wasn't upset. After all, she brought not one, but two separate people to this place. One of them wasn't mad, as he had been wanting to escape his previous life for a while.
The other, though? Minerva hadn't spoken to Yuna since before her Overblot. That was a guilt that ate at Minerva from the inside, consuming her bit by bit.
She groaned as she shifted her position, lifting a hand to be greeted by the sanguineous fluid that covered it.
She hadn't seen it coming. She wondered if it was intentional or not, the feeling of something sharp crossing her side, a stinging pain that she managed for a short while, before collapsing in the very spot she sat in currently.
Minerva didn't know why she decided the first plan of action she decided to take was run from her home to NRC. Perhaps there was a strange familiarity and fondness she held for it, long repressed by a few centuries of trauma.
Adele, wandering around and just picking flowers, draining their lifeforce and watching the dust they become blow away, notices Minerva. They dust their hands off on their pant legs before putting them in their jacket pockets, approaching curiously.
Although having never quite crossed Minerva's path enough to know her name, she definitely seems vaguely familiar. Probably another historical figure who was attending one of the mage schools, like Vanrouge or the Fae Prince. This person was visibly injured, though.
Adele did hope that Minerva didn't know them better than they knew her, or try to flee.
"Need some help?"
Minerva groaned, blinking at the person that had approached her.
She could barely make out the Night Raven uniform through blearly eyes, but she was also in no state to react in any manner of worry or uncertainty. Instead, she merely nodded, blonde locks of hair cascading down in a golden mess.
"Please..." She whimpered, struggling to reach out a hand , only to quickly pull it away to clutch at the wound on her side. "It would be... Much appreciated."
Adele, luckily, did have some bandages on them, since they'd been in the forest earlier and didn't want to risk getting injured. They crouch down and bandage Minerva's wound. It's definitely not the best, but it'd definitely help more than just letting it bleed.
After Minerva is bandaged, Adele uses magic to pick her up, just having her levitate beside them. Carrying Minerva directly could jostle her around too much.
"I'll get you to the infirmary," Adele explains.
"Ah..." She murmured, allowing whatever was going to happen to... Well, happen. "I don't... I'd hate to..."
She sighed.
"Thank you..." She said, giving up on the idea of trying to argue.
The wound still certainly hurt, and would require a bit more than just bandages, but she was thankful for the effort to try and stave off further injury.
"You're not a bother, and no problem," Adele shrugs, walking towards the NRC main buildings, floating Minerva in tow. They knew it was unlikely that people would bother the two much, since Adele was feared, which would be very helpful in getting her to the infirmary quickly.
Minerva allowed herself to be dragged along, just trying to keep herself from fading in and out of consciousness.
She didn't entirely fear the idea of death - being around for literal millennia did that to a person, but she couldn't help but feel unsettled by the idea that something like this could be the end for her, even if it probably wasn't, since she had certainly survived worse... Right?
She noted how, as she was carried along, students seemed to avoid her savior with an almost anxious look and remembered the times people used to greet her with the very same stares and murmurs.
Adele doesn't care about the students' stares, just bringing Minerva to the infirmary. They gently place her on one of the hospital beds while greeting the nurse and giving a simple explanation.
The next hour or so was a general blur for Minerva, her consciousness flickering in and out as she lay in the strangely foreign but still somewhat familiar infirmary.
She noted the strange student, though, watching them intently when she could, trying to discern if there were any ulterior motives or chances that the student was trying to get something out of this... But she couldn't see anything in their careful gaze.
"...Thank you again," she uttered after a while, voice hoarse and weak, but grateful.
"No problem," Adele shrugs, leaning on the wall. They were staying close and observing Minerva, making sure she's alright despite the injuries.
"...Why did you save me?" she asked softly. "I could've been followed or faking it. You could've put yourself in danger, you know..."
"Hm.. Simple answer; I felt like it. It's hard to fake a wound, and NRC has... semi decent security. I'm able to handle myself well enough when attacked," Adele hums. Truthfully, there was no real benefit to helping. But there also was no benefit to leaving Minerva to die, either.
"Hmph... Alright..." She said, staring up at the ceiling. "I've really been messing up with all these assumptions... Guess I was wrong... Things really have changed, huh..."
Adele raises an eyebrow curiously, but doesn't say anything.
Minerva eventually turned back to Adele.
"Um... So what... What should I call you?" She asked, not quite sure what else to say. "I need to know who saved me... Can't really thank you properly otherwise."
"Adele Aether. You?"
They smile faintly.
✨open thread!! I'm trying to do more with my silly RSA kiddos from time to time but. I wanna try something a little more in depth bc I. Really really want to share more Minerva she's such a silly creature to me.
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"The Witch with a Thousand Faces... Should you ever encounter her, be on your best behaviour, lest you find yourself on the other end of her staff as she curses you to a fate that not even the evilest of fiends should deserve."
The quote sat with Minerva. A myth that had been spread over centuries of her existence; that she was a malevolent witch who would curse anyone and everyone who crossed her, sentencing them to a fate worse than death.
As she sat under a tree of the rivalling Night Raven clutching her side, she wished she wasn't inclined to follow after her assailant to turn them into a boar, if only to avoid proving it true.
She supposed it was true, though. Even if she wasn't upset. After all, she brought not one, but two separate people to this place. One of them wasn't mad, as he had been wanting to escape his previous life for a while.
The other, though? Minerva hadn't spoken to Yuna since before her Overblot. That was a guilt that ate at Minerva from the inside, consuming her bit by bit.
She groaned as she shifted her position, lifting a hand to be greeted by the sanguineous fluid that covered it.
She hadn't seen it coming. She wondered if it was intentional or not, the feeling of something sharp crossing her side, a stinging pain that she managed for a short while, before collapsing in the very spot she sat in currently.
Minerva didn't know why she decided the first plan of action she decided to take was run from her home to NRC. Perhaps there was a strange familiarity and fondness she held for it, long repressed by a few centuries of trauma.
Adele, wandering around and just picking flowers, draining their lifeforce and watching the dust they become blow away, notices Minerva. They dust their hands off on their pant legs before putting them in their jacket pockets, approaching curiously.
Although having never quite crossed Minerva's path enough to know her name, she definitely seems vaguely familiar. Probably another historical figure who was attending one of the mage schools, like Vanrouge or the Fae Prince. This person was visibly injured, though.
Adele did hope that Minerva didn't know them better than they knew her, or try to flee.
"Need some help?"
Minerva groaned, blinking at the person that had approached her.
She could barely make out the Night Raven uniform through blearly eyes, but she was also in no state to react in any manner of worry or uncertainty. Instead, she merely nodded, blonde locks of hair cascading down in a golden mess.
"Please..." She whimpered, struggling to reach out a hand , only to quickly pull it away to clutch at the wound on her side. "It would be... Much appreciated."
Adele, luckily, did have some bandages on them, since they'd been in the forest earlier and didn't want to risk getting injured. They crouch down and bandage Minerva's wound. It's definitely not the best, but it'd definitely help more than just letting it bleed.
After Minerva is bandaged, Adele uses magic to pick her up, just having her levitate beside them. Carrying Minerva directly could jostle her around too much.
"I'll get you to the infirmary," Adele explains.
"Ah..." She murmured, allowing whatever was going to happen to... Well, happen. "I don't... I'd hate to..."
She sighed.
"Thank you..." She said, giving up on the idea of trying to argue.
The wound still certainly hurt, and would require a bit more than just bandages, but she was thankful for the effort to try and stave off further injury.
"You're not a bother, and no problem," Adele shrugs, walking towards the NRC main buildings, floating Minerva in tow. They knew it was unlikely that people would bother the two much, since Adele was feared, which would be very helpful in getting her to the infirmary quickly.
Minerva allowed herself to be dragged along, just trying to keep herself from fading in and out of consciousness.
She didn't entirely fear the idea of death - being around for literal millennia did that to a person, but she couldn't help but feel unsettled by the idea that something like this could be the end for her, even if it probably wasn't, since she had certainly survived worse... Right?
She noted how, as she was carried along, students seemed to avoid her savior with an almost anxious look and remembered the times people used to greet her with the very same stares and murmurs.
Adele doesn't care about the students' stares, just bringing Minerva to the infirmary. They gently place her on one of the hospital beds while greeting the nurse and giving a simple explanation.
The next hour or so was a general blur for Minerva, her consciousness flickering in and out as she lay in the strangely foreign but still somewhat familiar infirmary.
She noted the strange student, though, watching them intently when she could, trying to discern if there were any ulterior motives or chances that the student was trying to get something out of this... But she couldn't see anything in their careful gaze.
"...Thank you again," she uttered after a while, voice hoarse and weak, but grateful.
"No problem," Adele shrugs, leaning on the wall. They were staying close and observing Minerva, making sure she's alright despite the injuries.
"...Why did you save me?" she asked softly. "I could've been followed or faking it. You could've put yourself in danger, you know..."
"Hm.. Simple answer; I felt like it. It's hard to fake a wound, and NRC has... semi decent security. I'm able to handle myself well enough when attacked," Adele hums. Truthfully, there was no real benefit to helping. But there also was no benefit to leaving Minerva to die, either.
"Hmph... Alright..." She said, staring up at the ceiling. "I've really been messing up with all these assumptions... Guess I was wrong... Things really have changed, huh..."
Adele raises an eyebrow curiously, but doesn't say anything.
✨open thread!! I'm trying to do more with my silly RSA kiddos from time to time but. I wanna try something a little more in depth bc I. Really really want to share more Minerva she's such a silly creature to me.
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"The Witch with a Thousand Faces... Should you ever encounter her, be on your best behaviour, lest you find yourself on the other end of her staff as she curses you to a fate that not even the evilest of fiends should deserve."
The quote sat with Minerva. A myth that had been spread over centuries of her existence; that she was a malevolent witch who would curse anyone and everyone who crossed her, sentencing them to a fate worse than death.
As she sat under a tree of the rivalling Night Raven clutching her side, she wished she wasn't inclined to follow after her assailant to turn them into a boar, if only to avoid proving it true.
She supposed it was true, though. Even if she wasn't upset. After all, she brought not one, but two separate people to this place. One of them wasn't mad, as he had been wanting to escape his previous life for a while.
The other, though? Minerva hadn't spoken to Yuna since before her Overblot. That was a guilt that ate at Minerva from the inside, consuming her bit by bit.
She groaned as she shifted her position, lifting a hand to be greeted by the sanguineous fluid that covered it.
She hadn't seen it coming. She wondered if it was intentional or not, the feeling of something sharp crossing her side, a stinging pain that she managed for a short while, before collapsing in the very spot she sat in currently.
Minerva didn't know why she decided the first plan of action she decided to take was run from her home to NRC. Perhaps there was a strange familiarity and fondness she held for it, long repressed by a few centuries of trauma.
Adele, wandering around and just picking flowers, draining their lifeforce and watching the dust they become blow away, notices Minerva. They dust their hands off on their pant legs before putting them in their jacket pockets, approaching curiously.
Although having never quite crossed Minerva's path enough to know her name, she definitely seems vaguely familiar. Probably another historical figure who was attending one of the mage schools, like Vanrouge or the Fae Prince. This person was visibly injured, though.
Adele did hope that Minerva didn't know them better than they knew her, or try to flee.
"Need some help?"
Minerva groaned, blinking at the person that had approached her.
She could barely make out the Night Raven uniform through blearly eyes, but she was also in no state to react in any manner of worry or uncertainty. Instead, she merely nodded, blonde locks of hair cascading down in a golden mess.
"Please..." She whimpered, struggling to reach out a hand , only to quickly pull it away to clutch at the wound on her side. "It would be... Much appreciated."
Adele, luckily, did have some bandages on them, since they'd been in the forest earlier and didn't want to risk getting injured. They crouch down and bandage Minerva's wound. It's definitely not the best, but it'd definitely help more than just letting it bleed.
After Minerva is bandaged, Adele uses magic to pick her up, just having her levitate beside them. Carrying Minerva directly could jostle her around too much.
"I'll get you to the infirmary," Adele explains.
"Ah..." She murmured, allowing whatever was going to happen to... Well, happen. "I don't... I'd hate to..."
She sighed.
"Thank you..." She said, giving up on the idea of trying to argue.
The wound still certainly hurt, and would require a bit more than just bandages, but she was thankful for the effort to try and stave off further injury.
"You're not a bother, and no problem," Adele shrugs, walking towards the NRC main buildings, floating Minerva in tow. They knew it was unlikely that people would bother the two much, since Adele was feared, which would be very helpful in getting her to the infirmary quickly.
Minerva allowed herself to be dragged along, just trying to keep herself from fading in and out of consciousness.
She didn't entirely fear the idea of death - being around for literal millennia did that to a person, but she couldn't help but feel unsettled by the idea that something like this could be the end for her, even if it probably wasn't, since she had certainly survived worse... Right?
She noted how, as she was carried along, students seemed to avoid her savior with an almost anxious look and remembered the times people used to greet her with the very same stares and murmurs.
Adele doesn't care about the students' stares, just bringing Minerva to the infirmary. They gently place her on one of the hospital beds while greeting the nurse and giving a simple explanation.
The next hour or so was a general blur for Minerva, her consciousness flickering in and out as she lay in the strangely foreign but still somewhat familiar infirmary.
She noted the strange student, though, watching them intently when she could, trying to discern if there were any ulterior motives or chances that the student was trying to get something out of this... But she couldn't see anything in their careful gaze.
"...Thank you again," she uttered after a while, voice hoarse and weak, but grateful.
"No problem," Adele shrugs, leaning on the wall. They were staying close and observing Minerva, making sure she's alright despite the injuries.
"...Why did you save me?" she asked softly. "I could've been followed or faking it. You could've put yourself in danger, you know..."
"Hm.. Simple answer; I felt like it. It's hard to fake a wound, and NRC has... semi decent security. I'm able to handle myself well enough when attacked," Adele hums. Truthfully, there was no real benefit to helping. But there also was no benefit to leaving Minerva to die, either.
✨open thread!! I'm trying to do more with my silly RSA kiddos from time to time but. I wanna try something a little more in depth bc I. Really really want to share more Minerva she's such a silly creature to me.
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"The Witch with a Thousand Faces... Should you ever encounter her, be on your best behaviour, lest you find yourself on the other end of her staff as she curses you to a fate that not even the evilest of fiends should deserve."
The quote sat with Minerva. A myth that had been spread over centuries of her existence; that she was a malevolent witch who would curse anyone and everyone who crossed her, sentencing them to a fate worse than death.
As she sat under a tree of the rivalling Night Raven clutching her side, she wished she wasn't inclined to follow after her assailant to turn them into a boar, if only to avoid proving it true.
She supposed it was true, though. Even if she wasn't upset. After all, she brought not one, but two separate people to this place. One of them wasn't mad, as he had been wanting to escape his previous life for a while.
The other, though? Minerva hadn't spoken to Yuna since before her Overblot. That was a guilt that ate at Minerva from the inside, consuming her bit by bit.
She groaned as she shifted her position, lifting a hand to be greeted by the sanguineous fluid that covered it.
She hadn't seen it coming. She wondered if it was intentional or not, the feeling of something sharp crossing her side, a stinging pain that she managed for a short while, before collapsing in the very spot she sat in currently.
Minerva didn't know why she decided the first plan of action she decided to take was run from her home to NRC. Perhaps there was a strange familiarity and fondness she held for it, long repressed by a few centuries of trauma.
Adele, wandering around and just picking flowers, draining their lifeforce and watching the dust they become blow away, notices Minerva. They dust their hands off on their pant legs before putting them in their jacket pockets, approaching curiously.
Although having never quite crossed Minerva's path enough to know her name, she definitely seems vaguely familiar. Probably another historical figure who was attending one of the mage schools, like Vanrouge or the Fae Prince. This person was visibly injured, though.
Adele did hope that Minerva didn't know them better than they knew her, or try to flee.
"Need some help?"
Minerva groaned, blinking at the person that had approached her.
She could barely make out the Night Raven uniform through blearly eyes, but she was also in no state to react in any manner of worry or uncertainty. Instead, she merely nodded, blonde locks of hair cascading down in a golden mess.
"Please..." She whimpered, struggling to reach out a hand , only to quickly pull it away to clutch at the wound on her side. "It would be... Much appreciated."
Adele, luckily, did have some bandages on them, since they'd been in the forest earlier and didn't want to risk getting injured. They crouch down and bandage Minerva's wound. It's definitely not the best, but it'd definitely help more than just letting it bleed.
After Minerva is bandaged, Adele uses magic to pick her up, just having her levitate beside them. Carrying Minerva directly could jostle her around too much.
"I'll get you to the infirmary," Adele explains.
"Ah..." She murmured, allowing whatever was going to happen to... Well, happen. "I don't... I'd hate to..."
She sighed.
"Thank you..." She said, giving up on the idea of trying to argue.
The wound still certainly hurt, and would require a bit more than just bandages, but she was thankful for the effort to try and stave off further injury.
"You're not a bother, and no problem," Adele shrugs, walking towards the NRC main buildings, floating Minerva in tow. They knew it was unlikely that people would bother the two much, since Adele was feared, which would be very helpful in getting her to the infirmary quickly.
Minerva allowed herself to be dragged along, just trying to keep herself from fading in and out of consciousness.
She didn't entirely fear the idea of death - being around for literal millennia did that to a person, but she couldn't help but feel unsettled by the idea that something like this could be the end for her, even if it probably wasn't, since she had certainly survived worse... Right?
She noted how, as she was carried along, students seemed to avoid her savior with an almost anxious look and remembered the times people used to greet her with the very same stares and murmurs.
Adele doesn't care about the students' stares, just bringing Minerva to the infirmary. They gently place her on one of the hospital beds while greeting the nurse and giving a simple explanation.
The next hour or so was a general blur for Minerva, her consciousness flickering in and out as she lay in the strangely foreign but still somewhat familiar infirmary.
She noted the strange student, though, watching them intently when she could, trying to discern if there were any ulterior motives or chances that the student was trying to get something out of this... But she couldn't see anything in their careful gaze.
"...Thank you again," she uttered after a while, voice hoarse and weak, but grateful.
"No problem," Adele shrugs, leaning on the wall. They were staying close and observing Minerva, making sure she's alright despite the injuries.
✨open thread!! I'm trying to do more with my silly RSA kiddos from time to time but. I wanna try something a little more in depth bc I. Really really want to share more Minerva she's such a silly creature to me.
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"The Witch with a Thousand Faces... Should you ever encounter her, be on your best behaviour, lest you find yourself on the other end of her staff as she curses you to a fate that not even the evilest of fiends should deserve."
The quote sat with Minerva. A myth that had been spread over centuries of her existence; that she was a malevolent witch who would curse anyone and everyone who crossed her, sentencing them to a fate worse than death.
As she sat under a tree of the rivalling Night Raven clutching her side, she wished she wasn't inclined to follow after her assailant to turn them into a boar, if only to avoid proving it true.
She supposed it was true, though. Even if she wasn't upset. After all, she brought not one, but two separate people to this place. One of them wasn't mad, as he had been wanting to escape his previous life for a while.
The other, though? Minerva hadn't spoken to Yuna since before her Overblot. That was a guilt that ate at Minerva from the inside, consuming her bit by bit.
She groaned as she shifted her position, lifting a hand to be greeted by the sanguineous fluid that covered it.
She hadn't seen it coming. She wondered if it was intentional or not, the feeling of something sharp crossing her side, a stinging pain that she managed for a short while, before collapsing in the very spot she sat in currently.
Minerva didn't know why she decided the first plan of action she decided to take was run from her home to NRC. Perhaps there was a strange familiarity and fondness she held for it, long repressed by a few centuries of trauma.
Adele, wandering around and just picking flowers, draining their lifeforce and watching the dust they become blow away, notices Minerva. They dust their hands off on their pant legs before putting them in their jacket pockets, approaching curiously.
Although having never quite crossed Minerva's path enough to know her name, she definitely seems vaguely familiar. Probably another historical figure who was attending one of the mage schools, like Vanrouge or the Fae Prince. This person was visibly injured, though.
Adele did hope that Minerva didn't know them better than they knew her, or try to flee.
"Need some help?"
Minerva groaned, blinking at the person that had approached her.
She could barely make out the Night Raven uniform through blearly eyes, but she was also in no state to react in any manner of worry or uncertainty. Instead, she merely nodded, blonde locks of hair cascading down in a golden mess.
"Please..." She whimpered, struggling to reach out a hand , only to quickly pull it away to clutch at the wound on her side. "It would be... Much appreciated."
Adele, luckily, did have some bandages on them, since they'd been in the forest earlier and didn't want to risk getting injured. They crouch down and bandage Minerva's wound. It's definitely not the best, but it'd definitely help more than just letting it bleed.
After Minerva is bandaged, Adele uses magic to pick her up, just having her levitate beside them. Carrying Minerva directly could jostle her around too much.
"I'll get you to the infirmary," Adele explains.
"Ah..." She murmured, allowing whatever was going to happen to... Well, happen. "I don't... I'd hate to..."
She sighed.
"Thank you..." She said, giving up on the idea of trying to argue.
The wound still certainly hurt, and would require a bit more than just bandages, but she was thankful for the effort to try and stave off further injury.
"You're not a bother, and no problem," Adele shrugs, walking towards the NRC main buildings, floating Minerva in tow. They knew it was unlikely that people would bother the two much, since Adele was feared, which would be very helpful in getting her to the infirmary quickly.
Minerva allowed herself to be dragged along, just trying to keep herself from fading in and out of consciousness.
She didn't entirely fear the idea of death - being around for literal millennia did that to a person, but she couldn't help but feel unsettled by the idea that something like this could be the end for her, even if it probably wasn't, since she had certainly survived worse... Right?
She noted how, as she was carried along, students seemed to avoid her savior with an almost anxious look and remembered the times people used to greet her with the very same stares and murmurs.
Adele doesn't care about the students' stares, just bringing Minerva to the infirmary. They gently place her on one of the hospital beds while greeting the nurse and giving a simple explanation.
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✨open thread!! I'm trying to do more with my silly RSA kiddos from time to time but. I wanna try something a little more in depth bc I. Really really want to share more Minerva she's such a silly creature to me.
-
"The Witch with a Thousand Faces... Should you ever encounter her, be on your best behaviour, lest you find yourself on the other end of her staff as she curses you to a fate that not even the evilest of fiends should deserve."
The quote sat with Minerva. A myth that had been spread over centuries of her existence; that she was a malevolent witch who would curse anyone and everyone who crossed her, sentencing them to a fate worse than death.
As she sat under a tree of the rivalling Night Raven clutching her side, she wished she wasn't inclined to follow after her assailant to turn them into a boar, if only to avoid proving it true.
She supposed it was true, though. Even if she wasn't upset. After all, she brought not one, but two separate people to this place. One of them wasn't mad, as he had been wanting to escape his previous life for a while.
The other, though? Minerva hadn't spoken to Yuna since before her Overblot. That was a guilt that ate at Minerva from the inside, consuming her bit by bit.
She groaned as she shifted her position, lifting a hand to be greeted by the sanguineous fluid that covered it.
She hadn't seen it coming. She wondered if it was intentional or not, the feeling of something sharp crossing her side, a stinging pain that she managed for a short while, before collapsing in the very spot she sat in currently.
Minerva didn't know why she decided the first plan of action she decided to take was run from her home to NRC. Perhaps there was a strange familiarity and fondness she held for it, long repressed by a few centuries of trauma.
Adele, wandering around and just picking flowers, draining their lifeforce and watching the dust they become blow away, notices Minerva. They dust their hands off on their pant legs before putting them in their jacket pockets, approaching curiously.
Although having never quite crossed Minerva's path enough to know her name, she definitely seems vaguely familiar. Probably another historical figure who was attending one of the mage schools, like Vanrouge or the Fae Prince. This person was visibly injured, though.
Adele did hope that Minerva didn't know them better than they knew her, or try to flee.
"Need some help?"
Minerva groaned, blinking at the person that had approached her.
She could barely make out the Night Raven uniform through blearly eyes, but she was also in no state to react in any manner of worry or uncertainty. Instead, she merely nodded, blonde locks of hair cascading down in a golden mess.
"Please..." She whimpered, struggling to reach out a hand , only to quickly pull it away to clutch at the wound on her side. "It would be... Much appreciated."
Adele, luckily, did have some bandages on them, since they'd been in the forest earlier and didn't want to risk getting injured. They crouch down and bandage Minerva's wound. It's definitely not the best, but it'd definitely help more than just letting it bleed.
After Minerva is bandaged, Adele uses magic to pick her up, just having her levitate beside them. Carrying Minerva directly could jostle her around too much.
"I'll get you to the infirmary," Adele explains.
"Ah..." She murmured, allowing whatever was going to happen to... Well, happen. "I don't... I'd hate to..."
She sighed.
"Thank you..." She said, giving up on the idea of trying to argue.
The wound still certainly hurt, and would require a bit more than just bandages, but she was thankful for the effort to try and stave off further injury.
"You're not a bother, and no problem," Adele shrugs, walking towards the NRC main buildings, floating Minerva in tow. They knew it was unlikely that people would bother the two much, since Adele was feared, which would be very helpful in getting her to the infirmary quickly.
✨open thread!! I'm trying to do more with my silly RSA kiddos from time to time but. I wanna try something a little more in depth bc I. Really really want to share more Minerva she's such a silly creature to me.
-
"The Witch with a Thousand Faces... Should you ever encounter her, be on your best behaviour, lest you find yourself on the other end of her staff as she curses you to a fate that not even the evilest of fiends should deserve."
The quote sat with Minerva. A myth that had been spread over centuries of her existence; that she was a malevolent witch who would curse anyone and everyone who crossed her, sentencing them to a fate worse than death.
As she sat under a tree of the rivalling Night Raven clutching her side, she wished she wasn't inclined to follow after her assailant to turn them into a boar, if only to avoid proving it true.
She supposed it was true, though. Even if she wasn't upset. After all, she brought not one, but two separate people to this place. One of them wasn't mad, as he had been wanting to escape his previous life for a while.
The other, though? Minerva hadn't spoken to Yuna since before her Overblot. That was a guilt that ate at Minerva from the inside, consuming her bit by bit.
She groaned as she shifted her position, lifting a hand to be greeted by the sanguineous fluid that covered it.
She hadn't seen it coming. She wondered if it was intentional or not, the feeling of something sharp crossing her side, a stinging pain that she managed for a short while, before collapsing in the very spot she sat in currently.
Minerva didn't know why she decided the first plan of action she decided to take was run from her home to NRC. Perhaps there was a strange familiarity and fondness she held for it, long repressed by a few centuries of trauma.
Adele, wandering around and just picking flowers, draining their lifeforce and watching the dust they become blow away, notices Minerva. They dust their hands off on their pant legs before putting them in their jacket pockets, approaching curiously.
Although having never quite crossed Minerva's path enough to know her name, she definitely seems vaguely familiar. Probably another historical figure who was attending one of the mage schools, like Vanrouge or the Fae Prince. This person was visibly injured, though.
Adele did hope that Minerva didn't know them better than they knew her, or try to flee.
"Need some help?"
Minerva groaned, blinking at the person that had approached her.
She could barely make out the Night Raven uniform through blearly eyes, but she was also in no state to react in any manner of worry or uncertainty. Instead, she merely nodded, blonde locks of hair cascading down in a golden mess.
"Please..." She whimpered, struggling to reach out a hand , only to quickly pull it away to clutch at the wound on her side. "It would be... Much appreciated."
Adele, luckily, did have some bandages on them, since they'd been in the forest earlier and didn't want to risk getting injured. They crouch down and bandage Minerva's wound. It's definitely not the best, but it'd definitely help more than just letting it bleed.
After Minerva is bandaged, Adele uses magic to pick her up, just having her levitate beside them. Carrying Minerva directly could jostle her around too much.
"I'll get you to the infirmary," Adele explains.
