Hades! Fellow Grimm Troupe leader! Plot. XD

You're already acquainted with Myria here. She'll probably approve of his ability to cause wanton destruction, but might be a bit confused on how he feels like it's his duty and how he doesn't seem to derive amusement from it as much as she does. She might pester him to do things to have fun, pull him to do things that she finds fun in--- sparring and eating cookies and shopping for plushies and other random stuff. Not sure how well that would work out, though XD There's always the usual cooperating in Grimm Troupe operations angle, too.

What do you think?

After a little pause, during which Myria was tempted to treat the door again as a percussion instrument, the door opened, though not fully. She grinned as the visage of the foxlike Arbiter peeked through the opening, even as said Arbiter grumbled about the way she had announced herself.

"Young lady? You're only a few years older than me--- wait you're closing it again?" she blabbered as the door returned to being shut. She puffed her cheeks in childish indignation; it seemed it was her turn to be grumpy. "Murgh."

Myria really wasn't for rules and etiquette--- they reminded her too much of her old situation and her weak old self--- but she supposed Yanni wouldn't know that, and she did know how to contain herself, even if she preferred not to. She took a moment to decide if she was just going to slice the door open, but decided she needed this working relationship. For now.

She coughed a little into her fist to modulate her voice, and then rapped at the door once again--- the result was not a particularly light knock, but it was at least less raucous than her earlier attempt, and less prone to bringing the door down. "Yanni, this is Myria~ won't you let me in? ...I want the cookies."

She tried. She did want the cookies, yes.

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Styliani Marinou

Cookies!

Myria was... well, she didn't really do social favors unless she thought she could get something out of them. Meeting people just for the sake of meeting them reminded her all too much of the days when her family took her out to meet people, since apparently that was all she was good for. So it was that when Myria met people, it was usually for a job--- for a sparring session--- or when the person was the job that she had to finish, in more ways than one.

However, there can always be an exception that proves the rule.

Myria was, in her core, a hedonist. She just so happened to only derive pleasure from very specific sources, like cutting up people, poking holes at people, bashing people's skulls in, you get the idea. So it was that when a certain someone randomly called her to have a bit of a recess with her, she was almost certain to decline; after all, such events do not usually involve bloodshed. That was, well, until the magic word was said.

Cookies!

And so she was off to what could possibly be the lair of the Troupe's most entrenched enemy, the home of an Arbiter. To any properly paranoid person of her peer group, this would have sounded like a trap. As much as she consorted with this particular Arbiter in mercenary affairs, in order to learn more about the council and what moves it would choose to combat their threat, so could the Arbiter have learned of her nature and affiliation. But then, Myria was anything but proper. If it was a trap, there would be bloodshed, right?

And cookies.

So it was that the mercenary swordswoman ascended the Spire in a perky and cheerful fashion, casually asking the security personnel where the house of that certain Arbiter was. She was directed appropriately, and leisurely she went on her way, until she arrived upon what she supposed was the door to the one who invited her.

The door to cookies.

She tried the door first, and unfortunately it was locked. Impulsively, she almost broke the door down, but managed to rein herself in in the last second and instead violently knocked.

"Yanni? You there?" she hollered, rather rudely.

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Styliani Marinou

Hrm, let's see... this feels tricky >.>

Razivia is based around Fersen, right? Myria may be the leader assigned to Rosa (I'm not yet sure why the Grimm Troupe doesn't have a leader in Fersen but Aether said it was something in the plot) but she did spend a sizable amount of time in Fersen during the days that she ran away from her family. Since Razivia is a member of the Troupe, Myria could drop in her shop for whatever service she provides the Troupe with... what does she do exactly for the Troupe, anyway? Information gathering? Supplies? Or, of course, since Myria can be random, she could probably just drop in for no reason at all just to accost her XD

On Rhyme ... mrm. You mentioned that despite being a member of the Grimm Troupe, what Razivia is seeking is merely the change of Eos (you keep spelling it Eso?) for the better, although perhaps her means are drastic, considering who she's allied with. Rhyme's an amnesiac, but as he's getting to know Eos's ins and outs, he's quickly coming to the same desire to change things, although he'll probably be disapproving of drastic methods--- he doesn't believe the ends justify the means.

He's not yet managed to see Fersen before, but considering his wanderlust and curiosity he would eventually visit it, and would probably be depressed by its condition, all the more because of his empathy. Maybe Rhyme wanders into Fersen and gets accosted by some random thugs, and Razivia pitches in to help, although I'm not sure if she'd do that? And she could tell him of the condition of Fersen. Mrm, but this idea is much less clearer than what I have for Myria's...

Tell me what you think.

Ah, so Yvel will deal with this herself, but she's going to have Myria tag along, and if everyone's dead there are no witnesses anyway, huh? XD Sounds great, and that will increase Myria's esteem for her if she's that hands-on.

Shall you start the thread or shall I? I keep on making people start threads recently because I feel lazy but maybe I could try... XD

"Now, now, don't be angry." Myria intoned, patronizingly. "You have so many names but no nicknames among them? That sounds kinda rough. Although I guess I don't have a nickname yet too..."

Honestly, for all the Warden was a definite threat to their... organization, she was all too easy to rile up. It was rather cute, actually. She had to remember she didn't want to trigger a fight right now... or rather, she wanted to, but if she could get out of this without an altercation revealing her true identity for sure, she could have a little more fun on the side. Delayed gratification and all that. She was actually rather smart, you know.

"Details? Signs?" She repeated the words as questions. She baited, she watched, she listened--- what exactly did the officer have? After all, it seemed from her entrance that she merely stumbled upon her little party, from how she'd reacted. The realization was a little bit later. So she probably wasn't looking in particular for her, but what was her evidence that she was highly suspicious? Why now, when she could have seen her in the Sorcerer's League games... ah, right, the Warden had no hobbies, at least from what she'd heard.

Reeking of bloodlust, huh... For a moment, Myria looked thoughtful, her eyes clear. Then she grinned, her eyes crinkling. "Well, I certainly can't deny that I'm having fun!" she laughed. "Although I'm pretty sure you can never have too much fun!" she loudly proclaimed.

...ah, is that all that she's going for? All that she's getting at? Rather... disappointing.

"I'd say these puppies are a lot tougher than your average citizen..." she mumbled. "...hey, what the heck! Are you accusing me of being a mass murderer?" she jabbed, pointing her finger at Avalon, and pouting again. "That's not nice, you know! And why would I go this far into a forest if I'm already doing something heinous like that?" She looked upset, but still in that childish manner, that it was hard to discern how serious she was.

...after all, I don't kill anyone who can't fend for themselves.

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Avalon vi Leomagne

Hi, this is Watcher again~

I thought I'd just consolidate my wanteds in one thread rather than make another one per character, so the thread's title has been changed. Also... a bunch of wanteds for Myria:

1. Grimm Troupe members~ subordinates to bully or play with, fellow leaders, etcetera.

1a. This is a new thing I thought up. I'd like it if there was a Grimm Troupe member in charge of obfuscation; where they erase the evidence that points to the affiliation to the Troupe of their more public members. Could be kind-of a long suffering babysitter for Myria, haha.

2. Sorcerer's League players! ...more people to play with, again. This isn't really very story-heavy, hahaha.

3. Nobles/rich people who might've known Myria before she ran away. If you'd read her backstory, you'd know that her family are enterprising merchants who wanted to do some social climbing, and might've even offered her as a fiance to some noble guy. I want characters who would know of the Myria from then, who was rather gloomy and pessimistic, and see what they think of the change--- whether they know what she's actually involved in, or just know that she's playing in the Sorcerer's League now.

4. I FORGOT THIS ONE BEFORE. Myria's mentor, who trained her when she was just slipping out of her family's compound to get into fights and still learning how to use her magic. A lot of this character's specifics is up in the air, but they're probably rough around the edges, and their magic needs to be sword-related; my original idea was for this guy to wield a dagger that could turn into a sword and maybe sometimes a meteor, so probably an artificer, but mystic could probably work too. They're probably not in the Grimm Troupe, but probably too mercenary to be in the Council either. I'm interested in what said mentor would think of what Myria had made herself to be since they've parted ways.

So, yeah, there's that. Again, feel free to read Myria's app, attack Myria's plotter, message me here or in Discord. Ciao~