*Knight

 ”Oh, okay, so your bro, not your - bro-bro. I getcha!” she replies, pausing with a thin shirt in her hands half-folded. Of course, of course. Wait, an inherited asterisk?

 ”Oh, my asterisk was bound from me, you see - I forgot that it works that way too. I’ve heard a lot about Barbarossa, I’m excited to meet him! Not so much about Qada, uh, I was told to maybe steer clear of him though. I’d love if when you’re not busy, if you could sneak me in! Since you have such a good record I feel I can trust you. Once we’re in will they recognise our - er - my face? I mean, you’re a diguise artist - oh, Crystals - could I wear a disguise too? Please?! That’d be so cool! Wait, are they hot?”

 She fishes around in her packed clothes until she pulls out her own asterisk and presents it to Konoe, cupped in both hands, with a proud smile.

 ”This is mine. And yup! They made it from my voice. It amplifies and alters it based on my skills. That’s what the asterisks do, a lot of the time. They take what you do naturally and… make it more, or harness it. That’s what I’ve noticed anyway. But if you took it, you’d gain the power of my voice, I think. Which would suck, because then I’d be obsolete - I mean uh, I’d be out of a job.”

 Praline scrunches her fingers in her curly hair to make it more springy when she finishes speaking. Long words don’t really go with her persona, that was a mis-step.

 When Konoe offers her clothing, Praline beams and practically skips over to it. Carefully she opens the door and gasps at what’s inside.

 ”This is uh-MAY-zing! Hm, what, Qada? Yeah he’s a two-bit no-good rat from what I’ve seen, you don’t need to tell me. I like rats though. But -“

 She stops talking, leaning to and fro to get a look at the clothes inside the closet without touching them. Plain clothes, fancy clothes, strange clothes… so many cuts and fabrics, some that disguise Konoe’s shape, even. 

 Finishing her sentence, Praline gestures to one of the non-pirate outfits, still without touching it. She'll be wearing it soon enough if all goes well, but best to remain respectful about them. Clearly they have a lot of effort put into them, after all.

 "How about this little number? It's just civilian clothes but they look quite breathable and flattering, ya know? I mean, there's not much point dressing as something outrageous if you're wanting to slip below notice and all."

 Ah, yes. As a member of the Council of Six, it shouldn’t surprise Heinkel so much that the young woman is capable of gravitas. Expecting orders, Heinkel straightens when she approaches with a stern expression, which changes to one of mild and then more obvious concern when she mentions his fire-forged friends.

 ”Secret? Hold on a moment - excuse me?” Argent says, rubbing the back of his ear sub-consciously. He’s far from old enough to be developing hearing problems, though it isn’t out of the question that the engines of the Eschalot and the cry of steel might have deafened him over the years. This problem hasn’t turned up quite yet, though.

"Hey, Bahamut is cute!" Victoria glared at the knight immediately. "But alright. See, I was giving Omnias some sex advice and also told him that maybe Bahamut should get some, too. I didn’t even imply that he and Bahamut had something going on with each other! But Omnias totally froze in shock and went all ‘No, no, we can’t have real sex, it doesn’t anatomically work out!’"

 ”Oh, okay, so your bro, not your - bro-bro. I getcha!” she replies, pausing with a thin shirt in her hands half-folded. Of course, of course. Wait, an inherited asterisk?

 ”Oh, my asterisk was bound from me, you see - I forgot that it works that way too. I’ve heard a lot about Barbarossa, I’m excited to meet him! Not so much about Qada, uh, I was told to maybe steer clear of him though. I’d love if when you’re not busy, if you could sneak me in! Since you have such a good record I feel I can trust you. Once we’re in will they recognise our - er - my face? I mean, you’re a diguise artist - oh, Crystals - could I wear a disguise too? Please?! That’d be so cool! Wait, are they hot?”

 She fishes around in her packed clothes until she pulls out her own asterisk and presents it to Konoe, cupped in both hands, with a proud smile.

 "This is mine. And yup! They made it from my voice. It amplifies and alters it based on my skills. That's what the asterisks do, a lot of the time. They take what you do naturally and... make it more, or harness it. That's what I've noticed anyway. But if you took it, you'd gain the power of my voice, I think. Which would suck, because then I'd be obsolete - I mean uh, I'd be out of a job."

 Praline scrunches her fingers in her curly hair to make it more springy when she finishes speaking. Long words don't really go with her persona, that was a mis-step.

 When Konoe offers her clothing, Praline beams and practically skips over to it. Carefully she opens the door and gasps at what's inside.

 "This is uh-MAY-zing! Hm, what, Qada? Yeah he's a two-bit no-good rat from what I've seen, you don't need to tell me. I like rats though. But -"

 She stops talking, leaning to and fro to get a look at the clothes inside the closet without touching them. Plain clothes, fancy clothes, strange clothes... so many cuts and fabrics, some that disguise Konoe's shape, even. 

 Ah, that voice. Heinkel freezes in place when the woman-child floats up to him. He is about to reply that no, that letter must have got lost in the mail, but she continues on, leaving Heinkel in stunned silence.

 He raises his hand and opens his mouth to talk, then closes his mouth again, looking down.

 ”You’re the first to even suggest that,” he confesses. Well, the first not immediately interested in him, naturally. “And Victoria, I may respect you as an adult woman even before I respect you as my military superior, but I am more than twice your age and don’t need to be taking any bedroom tips from you. One man doesn’t make you an expert.”

 ”I didn’t send any of those,” Heinkel admits. “Some stranger must be very… bizarrely attracted to me.” And strangely eager to see him with other men. On the one hand it’s flattering, on the other disturbing. Ah, well.

 Heinkel puts his hands on his hips and looks at Victoria. It’s strange looking at such a tiny person right in the eyes, when all but the likes of Barras and Braev have to crane to look at him. When did he stop noticing that the girl floats, anyway?

 ”Well usually this is my business, but I’ll help. In less vulgar terms, no I haven’t ever been on that side of it. All I can say is that if you’re going to do that you need to go easy and you can never…” he rubs his eyebrow awkwardly. Discussing it is difficult with someone who looks like a grown man, let alone someone in the body of a young female. “Have enough… slick. On the other hand, if it doesn’t fit —- one’s more elastic than the other, that’s all, it probably won’t help you.”

 Praline does her best to follow this sudden flurry of information, nodding now and then as she follows the ninja in her whirlwind tour of her new abode and its rules. Desk, documents, don’t touch the plushies - definitely don’t impale the plushies? - put the fruit in the toilet, make sure the clothes are in the bed and poison Konoe… no, no, no. Praline puts her hand on her head and blinks a few times.

 It’s far too hot for this. She concludes that it might be best to just keep her hands to herself for now. With that she hauls her own surprisingly small suitcase up on the bed and begins to unpack her necessaries. She got that much at least, and isn’t going to politely decline the option of an actual bed.

 ”Thank you! I think I got most of that,” she trills, then turns to see Konoe push the bathroom door open, then point to the lock. That much is clear without words, at least. 

 ”I hear you’re not much of a talker, so I’ll try to keep out of your way. Is there anything you think I could do to make it up to you, you know? I could take you to a show - I mean - a good performer always knows the best venues in town even before she goes there. There’s a show about pirates going on around pirates and stuff, I think pirates’re pretty great, I don’t know about you. Sorry, am I talking too much?”

 Sitting back down Konoe adjusted her papers so she could finish her report. “Iactuallyadorepirates,exceptforBarbarossa.Myolderbrotherisa pirateandwegetalongverywell.I’mafraidI’denduplaughingthroughoutthe wholethingsinceIknowactualpirates.Neverfeellikeyouspeaktoomucheither. Idocherishthewordsofothersandenjoylistening.”

 ”Whaaaat? Real life actual sail-the-high-seas-gettin’-booty pirates?” she hoots and claps her hands together like a child would. Konoe’s reassurance that she isn’t being a bother by talking too much is all she needs. “Your older brother? Wow! So you’re kind of like a pirate by blood, right? So why’re you a ninja - is that too personal? I never knew a pirate before.” 

 As she speaks Praline darts about the room, finding places for things, and disappears into the bathroom with a bag of toiletries in hand to put them away. That doesn’t stop her from continuing,

 ”I brought all light clothes, they told me at least that much! And one jacket but - heh- you probably don’t care about that. I’m so excited all of a sudden! You say we can sneak into Hartschild? That sounds super duper exciting, but isn’t it dangerous?”

 Humming Konoe pulled out her report and began to work on it again. “I’llletyoumeetmybrotherandhiscrewlater,butwellI’msureyou’llmeetour residentpirate,Barbarossa,duringyourfirstmeeting.You’llalsomeetthe residentfatfleedofasalvemaker,Qada.Actuallymyfamilypasseddownmy asteriskforgenerationsandI’mtheonlyoneleft,that’swhyI’maninja.”

 "Oh, okay, so your bro, not your - bro-bro. I getcha!" she replies, pausing with a thin shirt in her hands half-folded. Of course, of course. Wait, an inherited asterisk?

 "Oh, my asterisk was bound from me, you see - I forgot that it works that way too. I've heard a lot about Barbarossa, I'm excited to meet him! Not so much about Qada, uh, I was told to maybe steer clear of him though. I'd love if when you're not busy, if you could sneak me in! Since you have such a good record I feel I can trust you. Once we're in will they recognise our - er - my face? I mean, you're a diguise artist - oh, Crystals - could I wear a disguise too? Please?! That'd be so cool! Wait, are they hot?"

You can tell a lot about someone by the type of music they listen to. Hit shuffle on your iPod, phone, iTunes, whatever it is you listen to music on and then write down the first 20 songs that come up. Tag to 10 people that you want to do it too! ||

Scaffold - Inquisitor Soundtrack

A Colour of Chaos - Tactics Ogre OST

Shock! Failure - Final Fantasy Tactics OST

Living Dead - Marina and the Diamonds

To A Friend - Alexisonfire

The Cross - Samael

Blasphemous Experiment - Tactics Ogre OST

Across the Divide - Crystal Chronicles OST

A Clash of Giants - Tactics Ogre OST

Fragments of Sorrow - Kingdom Hearts: Birth by Sleep OST

This Night - Black Lab

A Rancid Romance - Diablo Swing Orchestra

Organum - FFIX OST

Betrayed - Avenged Sevenfold

Black Magic, I never could read who it's by I think it's from an anime?

And Who's the God Now?! - Indukti

Epilogue Movie - FFT OST

Heart of Fire - Magical Trick Society

Cleansing - Marilyn Manson

  LEGAL NAME: Argent Heinkel

ALIAS[ES]: Knight-Commander,  Weisses Pferd long ago.

DATE OF BIRTH: November 20th. (Sagittarius.)

GENDER | SPECIES: Male / Human

PLACE OF BIRTH: Hartschild.

CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: An airship, probably.

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Eisen, 'English' or whatever you call the common tongue of Luxendarc.

EDUCATION: Barely paid attention in school, general army training, then officer training. Years of reading have fixed the gaps in his general knowledge somewhat, but don't ask him about politics.

OCCUPATION: Knight-Commander/babysitter of grown-ass men.

DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: Yes/No/No.

LIKE[S]:  Liquor, a good brawl, his comrades, people with mettle and honesty, freedom, the sky.

DISLIKE[S]: Confined spaces (partially for logistical reasons though they do make him uncomfortable), overly sensitive people, etiquette, red flowers, Florem in general, judgemental people, snakes.

FEAR[S]: Losing his comrades again - particularly that he might fail them. Becoming dependent on others is another.

PERSONALITY TRAITS: Decisive, fatherly, blunt, commanding, often-times overbearing, guarded, direct, cunning.

DISORDERS: Mostly none, he did have a case of 'soldier's heart ' for a good long while that can resurface.

{ P H Y S I C A L   I N F O R M A T I O N }

HAIRCOLOR: White.

EYE COLOR: Blue.

HEIGHT: Six four. Kind of a titan.

TATTOOS:  A horse on his left shoulder.

PIERCINGS: None.

{ F A M I L Y   I N F O R M A T I O N }

SIBLING[S]: None.

PARENT[S]: Arda and Aureus, his mother he lost when he was very young, his father passed quite recently from natural causes.

CHILDREN: The Eschalot.

PET[S]: None.

{ R E L A T I O N S H I P   I N F O R M A T I O N }

SEXUAL PREFERENCE:  Men pls

 ”I confess, I wouldn’t have expected that. You are a man of many surprises,” he says, then more jokingly, “I never did like surprises. But you’re right. I was there. To see that girl slain was not something I would wish on anyone. Say what you will of their hierarchies and corruption, that girl was an innocent. I’d rather not harm this fool of a Wind Vestal either but… the Earth Vestal did nothing at all.”

He himself had had to partake in a war for some years now, in Eisen. And while it was not his blade that had done so, the blood of the resident Vestal, the Vestal of Fire, had been spilt already as well. Not intentionally, which was a small consolation at least, but nontheless… Even if it was an accident, her death had marked the opening to a series of fire based catastrophies… - Yes, the power of the Crystals and the need to keep them in check was undoubtably fact.

 ”Wise words from an irritatingly wise man, Kamiizumi. Though they do say that one ignorant of his past is doomed to repeat it," he says. " Now if only you were smart enough to enjoy a good drink! Then we could be true brothers in arms." 

 "Ahhh, you underestimate the Sky Knights!" he says with a grin. "But aye, you should join us sometime, all of us. Any friend of mine is a friend of theirs, after all, and they're as much your comrades as mine. A can't promise Barras wouldn't try to bench press you though."

 Praline does her best to follow this sudden flurry of information, nodding now and then as she follows the ninja in her whirlwind tour of her new abode and its rules. Desk, documents, don’t touch the plushies - definitely don’t impale the plushies? - put the fruit in the toilet, make sure the clothes are in the bed and poison Konoe… no, no, no. Praline puts her hand on her head and blinks a few times.

 It’s far too hot for this. She concludes that it might be best to just keep her hands to herself for now. With that she hauls her own surprisingly small suitcase up on the bed and begins to unpack her necessaries. She got that much at least, and isn’t going to politely decline the option of an actual bed.

 ”Thank you! I think I got most of that,” she trills, then turns to see Konoe push the bathroom door open, then point to the lock. That much is clear without words, at least. 

 ”I hear you’re not much of a talker, so I’ll try to keep out of your way. Is there anything you think I could do to make it up to you, you know? I could take you to a show - I mean - a good performer always knows the best venues in town even before she goes there. There’s a show about pirates going on around pirates and stuff, I think pirates’re pretty great, I don’t know about you. Sorry, am I talking too much?”

 Sitting back down Konoe adjusted her papers so she could finish her report. “Iactuallyadorepirates,exceptforBarbarossa.Myolderbrotherisa pirateandwegetalongverywell.I’mafraidI’denduplaughingthroughoutthe wholethingsinceIknowactualpirates.Neverfeellikeyouspeaktoomucheither. Idocherishthewordsofothersandenjoylistening.”

 "Whaaaat? Real life actual sail-the-high-seas-gettin'-booty pirates?" she hoots and claps her hands together like a child would. Konoe's reassurance that she isn't being a bother by talking too much is all she needs. "Your older brother? Wow! So you're kind of like a pirate by blood, right? So why're you a ninja - is that too personal? I never knew a pirate before." 

 As she speaks Praline darts about the room, finding places for things, and disappears into the bathroom with a bag of toiletries in hand to put them away. That doesn't stop her from continuing,

 "I brought all light clothes, they told me at least that much! And one jacket but - heh- you probably don't care about that. I'm so excited all of a sudden! You say we can sneak into Hartschild? That sounds super duper exciting, but isn't it dangerous?"