[Walking slowly Sieglinde can do. It's the whole reason she had Masamune rebreak her feet after Nalawi, why she tortured herself with the pain of recovery, why she even tried to tell herself she deserved to leave the duties of the false world of the Green Witch behind.
And that is fine, at first. She treks through the mines making her way between people and handing out potions, trying to tend to wounds from the battle on the go best she can-
But then they need to run.
And though she makes an attempt as the call goes out, manages a few stumbling steps... she falls with a bit back cry, hitting the dirt as some of the creatures in pursuit begin to hone in on the weaker morsel.]
02 ⚗ THE LAB ⚗ KNOWLEDGE LOOTING
[There is almost nothing Sieglinde can do to be of us in battle. She knows that she can be a liability, that her strengths lay in research, in healing, and in support. But she's still terrified by the feeling of helplessness that descends upon her when she sees Loki disappear behind the staircase. When she sees people strong and clever fail to open the bookcase path once more.
Sieglinde turns instead with a flurry of dirtied skirts, rushing to the lab tables and beginning to rifle through the papers and books laid out, examining the experiments, the notes- and she has her magitech out, taking pictures as fast as she can as she goes through page after page, looking at them only long enough to judge whether they'll be useful or not in trying to figure out what Arbatel has been working on.
And one theme begins to make itself apparent.]
Crystals-
[She shouts to those around her in the lab, gesturing for attention and towards the lab's contents.]
Does anyone see anything about crystals over there?
03 ⚗ OSKA CASTLE ⚗ CONTEMPLATION
[What a choice they were presented with.
Sieglinde makes her way from the crowded banquet hall in a fog, unable to think properly with all the arguing and debate going on there. Part of her thinks she ought to remain, to express herself before the other teams... but instead she finds herself in the courtyard of the castle.
She finds a seat where she can look around freely, bright green eyes taking in the place she has spent the last two years of her life. Though she has longed to see the Outside World... in the end, this world, these worlds, were all she'd been allowed to know. Duty awaits in her own, and she feels the weight of it even now, and yet...
She doesn't know.]
04 ⚗ WILDCARD
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Sieglinde Sullivan ⚗ OTA
[Walking slowly Sieglinde can do. It's the whole reason she had Masamune rebreak her feet after Nalawi, why she tortured herself with the pain of recovery, why she even tried to tell herself she deserved to leave the duties of the false world of the Green Witch behind.
And that is fine, at first. She treks through the mines making her way between people and handing out potions, trying to tend to wounds from the battle on the go best she can-
But then they need to run.
And though she makes an attempt as the call goes out, manages a few stumbling steps... she falls with a bit back cry, hitting the dirt as some of the creatures in pursuit begin to hone in on the weaker morsel.]
02 ⚗ THE LAB ⚗ KNOWLEDGE LOOTING
[There is almost nothing Sieglinde can do to be of us in battle. She knows that she can be a liability, that her strengths lay in research, in healing, and in support. But she's still terrified by the feeling of helplessness that descends upon her when she sees Loki disappear behind the staircase. When she sees people strong and clever fail to open the bookcase path once more.
Sieglinde turns instead with a flurry of dirtied skirts, rushing to the lab tables and beginning to rifle through the papers and books laid out, examining the experiments, the notes- and she has her magitech out, taking pictures as fast as she can as she goes through page after page, looking at them only long enough to judge whether they'll be useful or not in trying to figure out what Arbatel has been working on.
And one theme begins to make itself apparent.]
Crystals-
[She shouts to those around her in the lab, gesturing for attention and towards the lab's contents.]
Does anyone see anything about crystals over there?
03 ⚗ OSKA CASTLE ⚗ CONTEMPLATION
[What a choice they were presented with.
Sieglinde makes her way from the crowded banquet hall in a fog, unable to think properly with all the arguing and debate going on there. Part of her thinks she ought to remain, to express herself before the other teams... but instead she finds herself in the courtyard of the castle.
She finds a seat where she can look around freely, bright green eyes taking in the place she has spent the last two years of her life. Though she has longed to see the Outside World... in the end, this world, these worlds, were all she'd been allowed to know. Duty awaits in her own, and she feels the weight of it even now, and yet...
She doesn't know.]
04 ⚗ WILDCARD
[If there's already 2+ hits on each prompt I would really appreciate if you hit me up for a custom starter! Please feel free to PM, plurk, or even just comment here! Would be glad to supply you with different scenario variations or a wildcard!]