Luna Fennec had met Masha through a mutual acquaintance of theirs, and had developed something of a crush on the succubus as a result. One day, while Luna was visiting, a treasure hunter came along with an odd request. She wanted the two of them to escort her through a monster infested castle, while keeping her safe, so that she could summon a spirit from a statue of some sort. Luna knew that as a representative of the Rune Knights, she was in no position to turn down a person asking for help. It was a part of her duty to Fiore, and she wasn't about to let the strangeness of the request get in the way of that, so she accepted the job, in hopes that Masha would approve.
Luna had fought before, and she wasn't about to let a few monsters scare her off. Little did she know what sorts of terrible beasts lay in wait for her at the castle. Of course, with Masha along, the job probably wouldn't be that difficult. It took a few days to get to the castle in question, and Luna had spent them mentally preparing herself for the fight of her life. If this castle had as many monsters as the client said it did, then this would be a long, bloody and drawn out ordeal.
Backing up to a few months prior, Luna was back behind the Rune Knights barracks, practicing her Ice magic, and trying out a few new ideas. She was trying to include her tails in the casting process when something peculiar happened. She ended up encasing herself in ice. It wasn't as if she were frozen, however, more like she was wearing a suit of armor, which made it a little more difficult for her to move, but could be very useful in extreme circumstances. Strangely enough, the helmet and armor were perfectly shaped to allow her ears and tails some freedom.
This, however, was not entirely good, due to the fact that these parts of her would be unprotected. But, it wasn't entirely bad either, due to the fact that it allowed the armor to fit a little more tightly than the average steel suit. Another odd occurance was that her ears had taken on a white hue, almost as if they were reflecting the light of the moon, whilst her eyes glowed through the slits in the helmet. Clapping her hands together, Luna formed a spear out of Ice, and used it to test her movement speed. It wasn't impacted all that much, compared to how badly she thought it might be. She wasn't sure why she had been able to make this armor, but she didn't see any problem with it, and found it quite useful.
A week later, Luna was sparring with one of the guild members, and unwittingly donned her ice armor as a reflex when they surprisingly attacked her with a real weapon. The armor had saved her life, and given her the perfect opportunity to counter her sparring partner. Punching him squarely in the chest, Luna watched as he flew towards a nearby wall, and smacked against it before slumping down. Luna was justifiably upset, but she knew not to let it get the better of her, and walked out of the training room, and back to her room in the barracks. Luna had spent the rest of her time training herself to create the armor at will, as well as strengthening the spells that she already knew, just waiting for a chance to really push herself to the limit.
Back in the modern world, as Luna stepped out of the coach, and streched her legs, she couldn't help but notice that this particular castle had a moat, and the drawbridge looked like it had seen better days. This caused Luna to climb back into the coach, while she remembered something troubling from her childhood. She buried her face in her hands, trying desperately to hide her fear, as she remembered being twelve years old, and going on a hunting trip with her instructor, and her sister. Luna had chased an elk across a frozen river, and lost her target. On the way back, the ice cracked loudly beneath her feet, when she was about halfway across the river. Not knowing what to do, Luna panicked, and stopped at that very spot.
However, much to her surprise, and I'll fortune, her sister rushed out to her, and the ice beneath the two of them gave way. Luna and her sister were both trapped under the ice for a long time, and ended up taking in a lot of water. By the time that their instructor reached them, they had already been unconscious for a few minutes, and both had to be rushed to a nearby hospital. Luckily, neither of them died from the experience, but Luna's sister didn't fully recover, and after a while, reverted into a comatose state, leaving Luna to watch on in horror as her best friend in the world was taken from her. She didn't die, of course, but Luna felt like she had, and felt as though she were solely responsible.
Ever since that day, she has had trouble with crossing most any body of water, because she doesn't want a repeat of what happened to her sister. She didn't want any other friends to have to go through what her sister was going through. Luna had developed into a fine young woman since then, but her sister, while having physically developed, would likely still be twelve years old, inside of an adult body. It broke Luna's heart to think about it, to think that her sister was in such a state because she had disobeyed their instructor, and chased the target too far. By the time that Luna remembered what was going on presently, a pile of crystalline tear drops had formed below her in the coach. Apparently she had been crying while reliving the experience in her own head.
Luna often tried to hide her vulnerable side, as she felt that it made her less attractive, or felt that it made others see her as less capable than mages of the same rank. Because of this, Luna being vulnerable around another mage was a rare sight, and something that embarrassed her to no end. Realizing the state that she had allowed herself to be seen in, Luna rushed out of the coach, towards the entrance of the castle, without regard to whether the client was with her. She didn't care at this point, she just wanted to find a hole to hide in while she regained her composure. Unfortunately, she didn't get very far before she remembered the client, and begrudgingly dragged herself back to the coach after drying her face on the sleeve of her uniform.
Seeing Luna vulnerable once was sheer luck, if it were to happen a second time, she would likely die from the embarrassment. Well, either that, or start screaming unintelligibly. Still, Luna had to focus on the task at hand. The client had given them all of the pertinent details, and they hadn't lost too much time while traveling. Now that they were at their destination, all that mattered were the job, and the safety of the client. Luna was here to represent the Rune Knights, and that was what she would do, even if it happened to get her killed, she was determined to get the job done, and it showed in her eyes, now that she had recomposed herself.
Post WC: 1265
Personal WC: 1265
Total WC: 1265/14000
Last edited by Luna Fennec on 28th April 2019, 12:00 pm; edited 2 times in total (Reason for editing : Accurate Word Count reflection)