Puppets & Swordplays

Love Colored Master Thievery

Rena scratched the back of her head, pondering on what to do now. The least she could do for the puppeteer was fix his puppet. It was the least she could do for the puppeteer. Rena had trouble with trying to deal with children crying, and at times, it didn’t work out. She just hopes that this doesn’t end badly.

"Hey, if I help fix your puppet, will yah stop crying?"

Rena wasn’t exactly sure if helping a Black Wing fix his weapon was really the right thing to do especially for her. It could hurt her reputation in a way many will think she will betray the Alliance. Rena just shook her head. Even some villains need the benefit of the doubt. Fixing Francis’ puppet was morally the right thing to do for her.

“G-golem cores…” Francis muttered under his breath before speaking more loudly. “…I need a few golem cores to fix my puppet…”

The scene reminded him when one of the Heroes – the master thief – was forced to help him to collect the same thing to fix his puppets. He was quite unsure whether this woman was willing to help him in the same matter but he could give it a try. After all, no one can resist a crying cry baby like him. The boy wiped his tears before looking at the woman, his eyes narrowed.

“You… seem familiar… what’s your name…?” The puppeteer asked timidly.

Perhaps that would take the heat off of her for now, as it seemed that saying something was just as unwise as admitting what exactly she planned to do. Still, maybe going back into town would be wisest. At least she could clean off…

"Do you know where in town? Like an inn or somewhere private? I often don’t come here outside of missions, to be quite frank. It’s troublesome. Always running around on some job, never really having time to travel—I’m, rambling, I apologize."

The two stayed in silence for a little longer as the blonde seemed to muse to herself quietly before speaking up, introducing herself as she did.

"Corvia" wasn’t a name Rem had ever heard before, but the name "Phantom" was a whole other story. Followed by the way she approached the priestess and her choice of garb, it was pretty safe to assume that this woman was the woman story books had spoken to. The true Master Thief Phantom. She was a legend in her own right. A hero that helped save the Black Mage. Rumored lover of the Empress Aria. And just like her name stated, the Master Thief. It was said she could steal just about anything and you’d be none the wiser.

Immediately Rem dipped carefully into a curtsy as she spoke. “A pleasure to meet you, Mistress Phantom. You can call me Rem. Rem Isvael. I’m a bishop that has also joined the Maple Alliance.”

She kept calm, attempting to mask any excitement or eagerness. After all, this was a woman Rem loved. Simply adored. Quite often as a child, her father read her storybooks about heists and tricking princes, showing men how they ought to be. It was fair to say that she was more than just a role model in the priestess’s life. But, she knew just how strange it would be if another woman started fawning over someone, so questions would have to wait for a more appropriate time—If, of course, Corvia had approved of divulging any answers.

“A place to change in the town..?” The thief muttered before thinking deeply. It had been a long time that she visited Ariant. Hony, she was not quite sure where in town that the bishop could cool herself down or don herself a new set of clothing.

“Truthfully, I am not really sure…” Corvia muttered out, deciding to tell the truth while scratching the back of her head with a grin. It was rather embarrassing to admit as Ariant was her hometown but she cannot help it since she did not have the chance of wandering around, recalling back the places. She was quite preoccupied in training to step up her skills in combat and stuff.

“We could walk around and find an inn together, if you’re okay with it?” It was out of place for her to suggest that. Surely, the bishop can find her own way around town but Corvia was simply curious about the woman. It was probably because it was rare for her to have this kind of conversation going on. Honestly, it had been a long time since the master thief even had a civil conversation with anyone else aside from Gaston and her crew.

It would be a great chance for her to get around town and maybe get to know the bishop more. Moreover, she had questions about the Maple Alliance too. Corvia took a glance at the bishop before smiling.

School portraits part 2

Rem found herself groaning as she sat among the rabbits, taking shelter in the shade of a palm. It wasn’t long before she was pulling off the veil she usually wore upon her head. While being a bishop certainly had it’s perks, the uniform—as elegant as it may have looked—certainly wasn’t one.

After all, the thing went up to the very top of her neck, which just meant more sweat. And it wouldn’t be a problem if it was just a matter of pulling it down and wiping it away.

Nope, she had to go and get herself cursed like a fool.

The priestess certainly was good at keeping herself out of trouble when it came to this, but even she knew that accidents were simply accidents. How was one supposed to explain things if she suddenly tripped? Or what if she was pushed? And if someone touched the base of her chin?

It was all so problematic. In the slight shade she began to unzip the back of her dress. She was alone, so why not clean up? After all, Rem was the type who put quite a bit of care into her appearance.

All she really had to do was pop it off, take a napkin to the back of her neck and—

"Hi, may I know what are you doing here?"

A voice called out and before she could even go any further, she found herself zipping the back of her collar right up again and looking to the source.

A rather elegant woman stood before her. Her clothing, pale white trimmed with gold with a brown skirt. Boots to her knees, with blue jewels on them. And a mask, quite like a bird eclipsed her face in shadow as gold curls peaked out beneath a hat. Not to mention the amount of jewels she had on her.

Simply, if one could describe her in a word, it would be grandiose. Not that she minded it of course.

Promptly, Rem hopped to her feet before bowing.

"It was too hot so I just stopped here. For shade…" Pausing reluctantly, was it best to tell the other that she was about to wipe herself down? While it was only her neck, she realized that many people would just say "Do it in town." But town meant people. And people meant more chances that mistakes would be seen. At least out here, she was alone.

"… I was about to get naked."

That was an over exaggeration of sorts, but really, it was best to hide why she was nervous, after all.

“…I was about to get naked.”

The blonde woman blinked in confusion. Did this woman just mentioned that she’s about to go naked in the outskirts of Ariant? She restrained herself from making a rude – mostly sarcastic- comment towards the other woman as she questioned the woman’s sanity. Corvia guessed that what made the person looks so nervous after all. She realized it was no good judging the poor woman, there was a lot of weird people after all.

“Is there something you needed from me? Or are these your rabbits? Is it a trouble that I’m here? I’ll move if you can tell me somewhere that I can change that is…”

The never ending series of questions that come from the woman snapped Corvia from her thoughts. The thief eyed the appearance of the woman closely for the first time. Pink hair, jade eyes and a black – rather uncalled choice – nun outfit. It was no wonder that she want to undress herself, the heat was probably messing up with her judgement.

“No, it’s not that I needed anything from you nor it is a trouble. It’s a bit peculiar with the fact that you want to strip yourself in this place. Out in the open I might add.” Corvia looked around, taking in the surroundings with the rabbits hopping around minding their own business. “…some travellers might stumble upon you… naked. What a sight it would be for them!”

Corvia cursed herself inwardly. She hoped that it was not too rude. It was rather known that she tend to speak without thinking. She let out an awkward cough to hide her embarrassment, looking away before turning back her attention to the woman in front of her.

“Those are not my rabbits anyway…” She paused for a while. “…honestly, I have no idea where could you change… Perhaps you could do it somewhere in town. It would be a lot safer there…”

‘It would be the best option too.’Corvia mused to herself, still staring at the woman in front of her. The blonde suddenly realized that both of them have not properly introduced themselves just yet. Chastising herself for being kind of improper on their meeting, Corvia bowed to the woman before smiling brightly.

Despite her hatred for the Black Wings, she was in conflicting thoughts. The puppeteer was no different that any other Black Wing yet, she could somehow relate to how Francis feels right now. It doesn’t feel right to beat up a child. She’s been there before, a long time ago. Rena just shook her head. She was just here to do her job.

Her job was done here. She stopped Francis like she was told to. She tossed the doll on the floor before, staring intently at Francis.

"Looks like my job here is done…"

With that mess out of the way, Rena turned around and was about to report back to Kyrin about what happened today, but she turned around to face the puppeteer. Not that it should really concern her, but if she was told to beat up a puppeteer who was a child, she at least wanted to act a bit empathetic. He is only just a child.

“Why are yah cryin’ kid?”

The puppeteer’s sobs worsened as he faced the woman. He clutched his puppet in his arm, squatting down trying to calm himself. Should he let out his predicaments to this woman? She would not care right? Nobody did really care for him.

“M-my puppet is broken…” He spoke out between his sobs. “…I’ve lost yet again… t-the Black Wings…”

He paused, not wanting to continue his rants. It was useless anyways. Truthfully, he did not even know what had come onto him. The last time he cried like this was with one of the Heroes and it was an embarrassing sight. Most of the Black Wings members were disgusted at his breakdown that they held some kind of resentment for him. His sobbing lessen as he stood up, staring at the woman before speaking again.

■ - Violent headcanon

♦ - Emotional headcanon

✿ - Happy headcanon

● - Sad headcanon

♠ - Painful headcanon

♥ - Love headcanon

♡ - Sex headcanon

☆ - Appearence headcanon

☠ - Death headcanon

♒ - Family headcanon

☮ - Friendship headcanon

▼ - Childhood headcanon

∇ - Old age headcanon

☄ - Food headcanon

She blacked out for a brief moment before she came to her senses. She rubbed her eyes and tried to get up slowly. She felt pain throb through out her body. She groaned. She could faintly hear her opponent yelling across the room from her. She stumbled a little as she got up on her feet. She rubbed her arms as she walked towards the young puppeteer.

She notes that the child crying. For someone who was bullied often as a child, she couldn’t help but somehow sympathize with this child. She feels some remorse for beating him up, but nevertheless, he is a Black Wing. He has to be stopped from whatever evil plan they could possibly plotting. It also didnt change the fact that Rena greatly despised the organization.

“I’m tired of this, too.” He muttered, knowing that he was not only talking about this encounter. The Black Wing secretary – Le Tierre – would be mad because of this. Well, she was always mad because of his messy room anyways. The child took out a puppet, resembling an orange mushroom out of his robe. He squeezed the doll gently before throwing it to the woman.

“There…that is what I am doing.” Francis held his ground, glaring intently at the woman. “Now, leave me alone!”

The child wiped his tears before walking towards his puppets, noting that it was now broken. He let out a sniff at the sight of his broken puppet. This was even worse than getting scolded by Le Tierre!

"Had enough yet kid?"

As soon as the seal wore off, Rena loaded her gun and began to fire continuously. Rena, much to her surprised, felt a bit worn out from trying to dodge Francis’ attacks earlier. She needed to quickly take out Francis. Aiming her gun, she summoned a giant octopus wielding four guns. As she was about to fire, she sees Francis’ magic attack launched at her. 

Francis widened his eyes as the woman summoned a giant octopus wielding four guns. He could say that she was full of determination as she fired shots at him. He hoped that his attack did some damage to the woman before trying to find a way to dodge the woman’s attack on him. His brain tried to calculate on how he could at least minimize the damage taken.

He couldn’t.

Francis could only watch as the bullets flies to him. He crossed his hand out, shielding his face from the shots.

“Argh…!” He groaned in pain as the bullets hit him. The puppeteer fell to the ground, his puppet slipped away from his hands. It was then when the pain swept through his body. His ribs hurt from the shots he took and he couldn’t stand up to fight again. The child tried to stand up but his body felt numb. That woman got him real good.