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𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖎 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍 ([personal profile] deathstealer) wrote in [community profile] piscesnebula2023-06-28 06:14 pm

i have loved the stars too fondly [ ranni + anastasia ]

The mist that wreathes the ground of the Church of Elleh is barely moving in the light breeze, curling around grass and crumbled stone, just barely touching the hem of Ranni's long skirt as she sits on what was once a portion of wall, waiting patiently.

Last night, Blaidd had come to her with a tale of a Tarnished riding atop a spectral steed in Western Limgrave. It was a story hastily passed from one person to another, and so Ranni expects that the details have changed somewhat in the telling. But if the core of it is true -- that Torrent has entrusted someone with their care -- then Ranni feels this is worth a visit to see with her own eyes.

She, and those in her service, have been busy lately. Their primary mission is searching for the Fingerslayer Blade. After that, Ranni will entrust someone to go forth and procure at least a couple of Great Runes, enough to be able to face Radagon and Marika. There, she will finally be able to begin the journey down the dark path she has chosen.

A strong Tarnished may be of some use in that venture. Ranni has no real intention of roping them into her cause, but should they prove to be a worthy inheritor of the title of Elden Lord... perhaps Ranni will consider their involvement.

First, however, she has to meet them.

With her hands folded neatly in her lap, Ranni waits. The sun is just barely beginning to crest the horizon, lighting the top of the crumbled structure of the church, and animals are beginning to stir to life in the nearby trees. Ranni lifts a hand, and a tiny bird lands on her outstretched finger, shaking its wings free of overnight dew. When she hears hoofbeats, Ranni doesn't move, but her idly curious gaze watches as the Tarnished makes their way into the church.

"This way, Tarnished." Ranni's eye gleams from under the brim of her hat. "May I have a word?"


[personal profile] lowbornlord 2024-01-03 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
The way the air seems to suddenly become even colder isn't lost on Anastasia, though she is plenty lost enough in her own thoughts to be oblivious as to the reason why. A small shiver runs down her spine as she finds herself shuffling just slightly closer to that hint of Grace in the middle of the room, a tiny beacon of warmth.

Underneath her helmet her gaze turns to watch Renna's face closely, turning that question over in her head. So far there have been few willing to openly trust or work with her, indeed, given her lack of reputation her only saving grace thus far has seemed to be her continued ability to behold the so-called Guidance. She would be flatly lying if she claimed to not be at least somewhat wary of Renna's true intentions, but... she did help her before did she not? Her gift had proven most useful already and no doubt would continue to be so.

"... I guess I see no reason not to, I'd say I'm wary of your intentions but it isn't as though there are any at the Roundtable I would be any quicker to trust. And if nothing else, you've made for far more polite company thus far, so why not?" There's a hint of amusement in her own tone before she leans back in her seat, visibly relaxing into the worn wood as she thinks back over what brought her here.

"They've said if I prove myself by felling one of the Shardbearers, I'll earn the right to behold the wisdom of the Two Fingers, but..." Absentmindedly her hand wanders down to the sigil at her belt, pulling it free and turning the Two Finger symbol over in a gloved hand. "... that's not the reason I'm here. There's a girl I met, all she could do was try to muster her bravery to walk in here and meet her end and she just seemed so... so hopeless. And the Roundtable isn't much better, is it?"

By now she's more thinking out loud than actually speaking directly to Renna, a fair bit has been bottled up within her, more than she's cared to admit to most. Her hand clenches into a fist, the leather binding the gauntlet together stretching as her hand tightens around that symbol of power, just the faintest hint of warmth emanating from her hand. It isn't belief in the Two Fingers, or in the Golden Order or any of that driving her in this mission. "Nobody... nobody's trying to do anything about this. About any of this! Everywhere I look there's not a scrap of hope to be found, not a single damned thing to look up to and the closest thing to a power in charge hunts us Tarnished down to graft them to himself, because that's what passes for a royal?!"

Until here the young Tarnished has done a good job hiding her emotions, but in a rare chance to actually speak her mind about her intent she cannot help but let her inner anger show, the fire burning within her that's driven her to try to lay low a Demigod. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, her hand remains clenched white-knuckled as her voice lowers again into an even tone. "I don't know anything about the Two Fingers, or Order or about the Erdtree. But I do know one thing... no matter how much I wish it so, some knight in shining armor isn't going to come from above to make things right. So I'm not going to wait for one, I'm going to kill Godrick with my own hands. What's left of this place deserves better."

Even with her helmet obscuring her features the fire in her eyes could very nearly be felt in the air of the room, contrasting the ice cold mist from Renna's presence.

[personal profile] lowbornlord 2024-01-10 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
What does she see...? That is a question that gives her pause from her rant, although it is not a question lacking an answer. It's more how to word it that causes Anastasia to take a long, thoughtful look into the flickering light of the Grace before her, exactly what's driven her to this point. Vengeance isn't quite right, even if she's resentful of many things...

It is only after a considerable pause that she answers, her voice softer than before, her prior anger settling into a quiet determination. "The people. The few who still live here. Some of my fellow Tarnished, I guess. None of us chose to be here, did we? Before this I remember..." A brief pause, Anastasia isn't entirely sure how much she wants to open up about but she does realize she has little to gain from secrets. The advantage of a humble background, she has little worth hiding. "I died. That's where most of us Tarnished come from, right? We died... and answered some sort of call. Grace this, Order that, did any of us agree to fight this battle? I thought I'd woken up in some sort of hell, a nightmare I can't wake up from."

Her gaze shifts from the soft light in front of her to the Doll sitting in the room, and even with her face obscured with a helmet the way she carries herself still obviously changes. The fatigue that threatened to overtake her, the weariness already trying to settle into her very soul takes a back seat to quiet focus and determination. What she must do. "I can see the Guidance... and the few who care to take note seem to think this is something great. All that seems to mean is that I can see the light in the sky that seems intent on guiding me into certain death. I don't think I'm any sort of hero, and frankly I refuse to believe I'm some kind of chosen one. If I am, it is certainly no gift. I'm one woman with a sword and a splash of magic I barely understand, but..."

She's rambling. There's no clear direction to her words and she realizes this, it's far more than she can hope to sort out in the span of a single conversation and she shakes her head, as if to try to clear her thoughts. "... someone has to try. And if that someone has to be me, so be it."

It's been WAY TOO LONG but finally life at least calms down a little time to dust off a PSL-

[personal profile] lowbornlord 2024-05-24 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
For a moment, all Anastasia can do is sit in silence, gazing intently at the flicker of Grace in front of her upon the floor. But strangely she finds Renna's words bringing her a measure of... peace is not the right word, but confidence, perhaps? Comfort at the very least. Strangely, although there is so very much she doesn't know about the doll in front of her, it's comforting to know there's another who at least seems to hope this battle isn't in vain. And then finally, after a silence that seems to last an eternity, she pushes herself out of her shoddy chair and back to her feet, taking a deep breath as if to steady herself. Truthfully words fail her, she knows what she must do but to simply walk off in silence seems... rude? Tactless?

... but sincerity hasn't failed her yet. So even underneath her helmet, her gaze turns directly towards Renna even if she knows her smile likely won't reach her. "... I suppose I'm stalling at this point, it cannot be put off forever. Not if I want to live up to my little speech just now." A brief pause, and then realizing she truthfully does not know the outcome of this coming battle- "I realize this may sound odd, but... thank you. You helped me earlier, did you not? And even now you've come to check up on me. I don't know your motives, or why you're doing what you're doing, but..."

She trails off, finding herself struggling to put her thoughts, her feelings into words. But after a second she speaks again. "It's nice to not feel like I'm alone." Simple, straight to the point. On the cusp of a duel with someone who bears the title of Demigod, it seems perhaps the best time to simply be honest with how she feels, how terribly alone she's been, even as she's dug deep to find her reason to stand yet against everything. Reaching up to briefly adjust her helmet, then down to her sword belt as if to also adjust that, she gives herself a brief nod. "... before I try and unravel any mysteries, I still need to prove that I even can. Prove it to the people I claim to stand for, prove it to myself..." One could almost hear the slight upturn of her mouth, the tiniest of smirks gracing her features under her helmet. "And I suppose prove it to you too. By your leave..."

Finally she turns away, her gaze settling upon the one doorway she'd yet to explore, the hallway she knew would lead further in- and almost certainly to Godrick. There was little left of Stormveil she hadn't set foot in, he was near and she knew it. "... I guess we'll see if I'm just going to be another bump in history's road. My only request, if I somehow do pull this off and live to tell the tale-" Should she even say something like this? Part of her knows full well she's about to march off to something that by all right should be her end, but if she yet prevails, if there's still truly a spark of hope here to nurture and grow into something more...

"-may we meet once again, when the dust settles?"