Maiden's Guardian Star

The hot new thing, lately, has been for the six Ouroboros to split up and tackle smaller-range quests or slightly weaker unique enemies, while still staying within quick communications range of their partner, so that if anything should go sideways, there'll be a ready set of reinforcements from one end or the other.

Somewhat blithely optimistic, but Eunie's not arguing with it. A little space from Taion is just what she needs, sometimes, and she hasn't spent so long away from Noah and Lanz since, literally, she can remember.

Instead, she's got Ethel and Ashera with her, doing a little hostile cleanup in the hangar at Keves Castle while Taion does a little reconnoitering of his own out among the reefs.

"Look at me, here in the castle, right outside the walls of my colony, trading steps with The Executioners!" Ashera whistles her faux incredulity. "Can you believe it, Ethel?"

Ethel says nothing, and Eunie grits out, "When we're all alive at the same time, later, to tell the tale. That's when I'll sparkin' believe it."

Ethel's stern, solemn returning glance is almost enough to get Ashera quieted, too, but Eunie's worry really does come from Ashera's incorrigibleness, in specific. She never just seems to shut up and get it, does she?

Unfortunately, with the bit about always having another chance, if she hasn't got the right of the sitch this time, she is in fact bang on the mark. So there's no shooting a hole in her solution, nor running a knife to her neck.

(You know. Because Eunie's the only one allowed to even think about doing that, if ever such drastic action should be needed.)

Eunie switched from being an attacker to being a healer so many terms ago, by this point, because she had to. Because that was the role that was left unfilled. And now, here she stands, linked in a triad of her own completely separate from her podmates, stood with the snuffin' legendary Ethel and Ashera.

In equal parts: beauty, brawn and brains. Not that Eunie's here just to flatter herself. And of course they're both perfectly beautiful, gorgeous, just about drop-dead.

Ahem. Well. That too.

For Ashera, every battle's life and death. For Ethel, it's all do or die. They're such snuffin' perfectionists, and Eunie's never found herself with the time to be that way. She's scrappy - as if Ashera's not scrappy! But she's so easily turned to thinking her life's a-ready for the throwing away that she forgets to actually dig for her dinner, sometimes.

Oh, Eunie could go on about Ashera for ages and ages, pages and pages. Ethel, meanwhile, she's still learning from, all the time. She's an absolutely pristine fighter, all buttons and zippers done up except for that tasteful flash of tattooed boob.

Eunie thinks sometimes she even catches the Silvercoat wishing she had a touch of the crazy in her, to show a streak even when the Ferronis isn't going up in blood and motes and flames. Especially when she'd been matched against Cammuravi, and he'd busted out Sturm und Drang, y'know.

So Eunie joins between them two mad'uns with a bit of middle-of-the-road-ness. A one-eyed, headless, short-armed beast that stumps on to make the death of these enraging Levnises, here. Executing who? Not us three, thank you very much. We've more'n got enough of our own business to be gettin' on with.