Iris frowned when Enna ignored her, and her blood boiled when the summoner kissed Sid. If it wasn't for the headwrap covering her face, everyone would be able to tell. She didn't react physically though. When the rest of the party joined her and they were reunited again she merely turned on her heels and charged back ahead of the group. Despite the distance she gained, one could still feel the murderous aura that suddenly clung to her. It was painfully obvious that now was not the best time to talk to her. Not that anyone would; the thief was definitely not a social or well-liked person at the moment. Then again, was she ever?
She, herself, was a smorgasbord of confusion, frustration, and violence. She did not know why she stayed with the group, she had planned on ditching them when they got to Commercia, and yet she remained with them. Sure she had gotten to meet Enna, but the beauty much preferred the scrawny spelljunkie to her. Those two things only added to her aggravation. She wasn't supposed to be bogged down with emotions and people! She was Iris: master thief extraordinaire, she did as she pleased and didn't pander to the will of others! She was her own woman with her own agenda; someone who took orders from no one. And now she was just some... tool.
It pissed her off.
She didn't respond when Roc asked them about the castle, she just kept on going.
Iris marches towards the Castle like a G cause she don't give a ****!
. . .
- 11/21/2012 1:03:58 AM Posted in: Popular Series
11/2/2012 11:31:01 PM
Iris had dashed ahead of the group immediately. Even if this was part of Enna's home there was no way that any of the party besides her would be able to lead them out of the mist covered forest. Not to mention the fact that the thief was still fuming over the villager's rude reaction to the new summoner's success; that mixed with the fact that the aforementioned chose to cling to Sid kept her from staying nearby. If it was not for her constant attacks on the surrounding trees, the rest of the group likely would not have kept up with her at the slightest. It was only when she heard Roc calling out to her that she slowed down and kept an even pace with the fiery headed warrior.Posted in: Popular Series
"I'm sure that if we keep going straight, we'll get out eventually, right?" Roc inquired. Iris did not respond, she did not even glance over at her ally. If her gaze faltered then it would remain that way and things would get bloody. She was certain Roc and Enna would not be happy with the outcome of those events. Instead she watched her friend dash ahead and then sprang after her, taking the much required measure to make certain that she remained in control of herself.
She was able to maintain this mentality for quite some time before she sensed something was off. The thief suddenly halted and brandished her daggers, which had been returned to their resting places upon her joining Roc, before turning on her heel. Marcus was not too far behind, but she could not see Enna or shrimpy any longer. She waited all of fifteen seconds before she spoke up. "Something's wrong," she stated, quickly dashing over to the black mage. Iris came to a halt and waited five seconds fewer than prior before scowling. "They got separated." she shouted back to Roc, not bothering to give the swordswoman a chance to respond as she launched herself back in the direction they had come.
Dangerous thoughts filled her head as she ran, violent thoughts. She was going to beat some sense into Sid, and leave him with a concussion as a parting gift. It was bad enough that the summoner preferred him over the thief, but for him to be irresponsible and get them both lost was something she would not stand for. If he was going to be an obstacle then he was dead weight, and Iris could not, and would not, stand for uselessness. However, upon reentering the area they had been previously, Iris came to a sudden standstill. She was just in time to witness the summoner strike an unfamiliar figure harshly, causing him to fall to the ground defeated.
The thief crossed her arms over her bust.
"Good to see you have an excuse for breaking away from the group." she declared, alerting the two of her presence. Her gaze fell upon Enna, and she took a couple steps forward. "Are you alright?"
9/2/2012 2:44:29 PM
The fiery mass in Iris' hand died down and revealed itself to the thief and the rest of the party as the Eidolon relinquished its powers to Enna. A rather simple looking pendant lay in her possession, a small symbol etched into the metal. Iris was smiling. Even though she was not very in tune with essence like the mages of their group, she could definitely feel a rather powerful flux of energy coming from it. Nabbing this off of the Eidolon was extremely lucky and someone in the party could definitely make use of it. But that was a matter to be discussed later when they were preparing to journey on ahead, so the thief slipped it into the pouch on her side and followed the others back to the Village of the Mist.Posted in: Popular Series
Like with Enna, Iris' smile transformed into a scowl when the other villagers began to taunt and comment in a rude manner. The young thief's eyes fell on the summoner, questioning what she would do about it. That was either a big mistake on Iris' part or a blessing for the second her lavender orbs fell on the girl's sour face, her scowl deepened and there was a furious look in her eyes. Immediately she grabbed the head wrap which had been abandoned for a good deal of time and rewrapped it, pulling bother daggers inconspicuously from their sheathes. "I suggest you all show a little more respect."
Her voice was eerily calm despite the blazing anger that was ever-present around her. "It's not everyday one becomes a summoner." she added with a bit more venom in her voice as she shot looks around at the villagers. She paused for a moment, eyes darting to Enna's figure before falling back one one of the villagers. "Should be a happy occasion, no?" she continued, her calm remaining resolute. Even if anyone were to answer her question she gave them no time to, as she turned to face the young summoner. "Perhaps a demonstration is in order?"
8/25/2012 4:29:30 PM
Commands:Posted in: Popular Series
+ Master Thief
--- Target: Ifrit
Iris' frown quickly became a scowl as the strange rainbow colored beam missed its target and dissipated before it could hit anything else. Today certainly was not her day and her lack of luck was pissing her off. She was a MASTER THIEF, she had not failed to steal something in years! But rather than complaining she huffed and brushed some of her hair behind her right ear. Whatever came next she would steal from, be it just some monster or something they possibly could not handle at all.
Her scowl was replaced with a slight look of unease upon seeing the very large and fiery Ifrit before them in battle. Doing her best to steel herself, though, the thief still dashed forward with every intent to take something from the Eidolon. But before she had even halfway closed the distance, something rather strange happened. A sort of purple glow shrouded her and she disappeared into thin air unbeknownst to herself as she suddenly was upon the inferno-y being. Grabbing the daggers from her side with one hand she slammed them into the future summon, suddenly reappearing in another flash of purple. Still gripping the weapons, Iris thrust her free hand forward, only to have her eyes widen as a purple force surrounded her hand and allowed her to literally slip into the being before she pulled free from him. She hastily hurdled from her rather dangerous position and returned to her previous one.
Iris could not help but smile as she felt something was definitely in her hands. Although, further inspection showed that it was a mass of fire, something she could not quite see at the moment. But there was definitely something there, and when the flames faded she could tell what it was.
8/25/2012 4:03:01 AM
Commands:Posted in: Popular Series
+ Twist Headband
--- Target: Red Flan
Iris frowned as she found there was little more than a sizable glob of goop in her hand. Tossing it aside, she shook her hand several more times to get rid of what she could of the residue. Not particularly wanting to lunge at the flan again and come up with the same result, Iris instead moved her entirely clean hand to the headband on her forehead. She had felt a certain kind of energy in it when she put it on, now was the perfect time to see just what she could do with it. Lifting it just a tad from her forehead, she was slightly taken back when a rainbow colored beam fired from the center of it and hit their enemy.
"What the ****?"
8/23/2012 9:22:46 PM
Commands:Posted in: Popular Series
--- Target: Red Flan
Having failed to steal something the first time, Iris growled and lunged at another of the bats, striking it with both weapons while also grabbing a tuft of phoenix down. She seemed rather indifferent about it this time, however, and just stuffed it into her bag of illegitimate goodies and things. The rest of their enemies were finished off rather quickly and the party continued on forward. Yet their progress was again impeded by a large glob of red goo that fell from the ceiling none to far away. Ignoring Sid's warning, Iris jumped at the massive blob and reached into its gelatinous form; an action which would be very disturbing for some people.
Digging her way through the form for as long as she could stand, Iris pulled something back out of the creature before flipping back towards her previous positioning. "Remind me to find a stream or something when we get out of here." she commanded, her gaze having fallen on Sid who had been doing little other than auto-casting Libra. If anyone would remember to remind her, it would likely be him.
8/23/2012 12:08:31 AM
Iris:Posted in: Popular Series
--- Target: Blaze Bat A
Iris' grin grew just a bit as Roc commented on their needing to traverse the other path as she had predicted. "Adventurer's intuition. Can't go wrong with it!" she stated proudly, throwing a smug grin towards Sid before moving just behind Enna. Her smile faded instantly when the bats came from ahead, the thief grabbing both of her weapons from their sheathes. Without a single word, the larcenist dodged forward around Enna and leaped in one of the bat's direction. She did not make a cut with either dagger, but she did grab hold of it and pull something from it. She landed and jumped back to her position. "These things are probably weak to ice." Iris commented plainly, said statement directed at Marcus. "Seeing as they're on fire..." she added with a shrug. So casual... it was unlike her.
8/18/2012 1:49:49 AM
Iris had gone to bed with a rather large smile on her face. The night had proven rather successful after all, what with the information gathered, freaking the wimp out by leaning on him, and of course the most valuable smile from Enna. That would have made the night infinitely better even if she had not gotten the other two things. With such a profitable night, it was only obvious Iris would wake up in a very, very pleased; a rather strange spring to her step as she moved in her usual graceful manner. But what was probably the strangest of all was that she let the head wrap down and her face was on full display for more than a few seconds.Posted in: Popular Series
She took the information in a second time fairly easily, swaying in her space with a readiness to go already. It was honestly quite a sight to see her like this, though it was also apparent she would correct any problem that came up with her going. Thankfully she did not have to do anything as both Roc and Marcus agreed easily and so they were to set off in no time. However, Enna was quick to remind them to stock up here in town before they went back into the fiery cave; Iris would have agreed and gone off to buy the stuff herself had Roc not already done so for her. She did not complain however, quite the opposite actually, as she grinned upon taking the stuff her fiery haired companion picked up for her. It was... quite an unnatural look, but not necessarily a disturbing one; the party would just have to get used to it until she decided to put the wrap back on.
"Thank you, Roc."
The sincerity in her voice was also abnormal.
Iris equips Dagger and Twist Headband!
8/13/2012 2:58:13 AM
Iris' foul mood had not changed any as their time in the inn wore on. Even as Sid ignored her scowl, which she was perfectly sure he could feel no matter what was covering her face, she remained as stone. Lavender orbs remained glued to his form in sharp displeasure, frown frozen to her face, head cocked away from him but all of her energy focused in his direction. If looks could kill, Sid would have been the second she started; unfortunately (for Iris at least) they could not. As such the tempting idea to do so with her own hands danced in her head for quite some time after all conversation ran dry, but she ignored it. Killing him would have next to no benefit for herself. Only more blood on her hands; blood that would land her in hot water with the others. Sure Marcus did not seem to care for him, and Roc seemed entirely indifferent on the weakling's existence, but murder would make her a target for them. She could not handle them by herself... yet.Posted in: Popular Series
So instead of enclosing her very capable hands around his tiny throat and wrenching life from him, Iris instead chose to rest. She was not tired in the slightest, no she could have gone another day and a half and she would only then begin to feel a little drowsy. But with little else to do in this miserable little Summoner's Village, she had no real choice. She laid in her bed, not even bothering to remove her head wrap, and closed her eyes. Sleep... strangely came easily.
A humble little town, one the thief knew well; very far from where she had been, but one she remembered perfectly nonetheless. Funny thing memory, of course it's not hard to forget a place when something so drastic occurred. In the foggy daze of sleep, every detail somehow seemed sharp and absolute. As it should have been; there was nothing unclear about what happened that day. No, this was not a dream... it was a memory thus far. And as Iris walked slowly through the town, she knew what was going to happen here. At least... she had a general idea.
The market stalls were empty, as they had been so long ago. Every shop closed up and him; the very recollection sickening to the stomach. Iris came to a sudden halt, watching as a much younger version of herself ran forward. No head wrap, no dark clothing, just a young teenage Iris rushing to the center of the town, her tangled mop of hair dragging behind herself. The mature Iris shook her head at the sight of the naive girl, who was sprinting desperately to a shop in the center square. The man behind the stall was the only other person still there, and by the time the younger Iris reached him he had completely closed up. He was just about to be leaving when she fell to the ground in front of his stall and started begging. Iris just scowled, disappearing and reappearing behind the girl. Yes, she remembered this well.
"Sorry kid, time's up. If you wanted to buy something you should have gotten here on time." the man responded to her begging with a huff; he turned away and began to leave. The younger Iris cried, shouting now for him to reconsider and please to let her buy something... anything. The older Iris shook her head; she had been stupid back then, trusting that others would show sympathy. Even more foolish, she had money in other places, but instead she chose to wander and ended up like this. She needed food and a little coin to get back home to her trove, but she had no way of getting it properly. Back then she had been hesitant about stealing, and that made her weak.
This moment, however, was venerable for one reason; she changed that day. Then it had been because she was starving and needed to get home, when she planned out her next actions she thought she could just act as if everything was fine afterwards. She had been wrong, but it was not necessarily a bad thing. It was survival, and as morbid as it was, that became all that mattered. Why care for others like the shopkeeper who refused to show even the slightest bit of sympathy to a raggedy child in need of nourishment? They did not care for her enough to let her get what she needed normally, so why not do anything possible to get what she was so desperately craving? The slightest upwards tugging on the older Iris' lips formed as the younger girl began to stand and get behind the stall. There may not have been rations in the stall, but there was a safe and after picking the lock on the door which kept her from it, it was hers for the taking.
Of course, however, the owner of the stall had not left the area entirely. That was her first mistake, and her last. He turned for some reason or another to look back on her quivering form. A scowl on his face and a vein popping out of his head was his response to what he ended up seeing. "Hey! Thief!" he shouted back at her, dropping the sacks he had in hand and rushing back towards the stall. The young Iris had flinched then, but the older one chuckled, turning her head to face the younger girl.
The simple command, of course, could not be heard and the young girl hesitated before pulling a dagger from her clothing. The man reached her and attempted to grab at her, but even in her malnourished state she was faster than he was. She ducked around him, and without thinking stabbed him in the back of the leg. He bit back a scream, and whirled around as quickly as he possibly could, only to have her dagger meet with his stomach. He let out a gasp and she flinched again, but he did not reach for her again. No, his arms instead wrapped around his wound and he trembled; the younger Iris lurched forward in that moment and stabbed his left breast. When she pulled back, the man fell forward onto her now shaking figure; his higher wound gushing blood onto her face.
It was at this point that the older Iris looked away; this is where the memory became truly wretched. The man was heavy, and the younger girl could not move him easily. It was a struggle to shift his body, and as she tried desperately to move him his blood continued to spill out onto her. Tried as she might, she could not prevent the substance from passing between her lips; iron taste filled her mouth and she gagged, but only more blood filled her mouth. Down below she could feel something spongy on her leg, but there was little she could do about it. Iris could not remember exactly how long it took her to get the man off of her, it felt like forever back then, but when she did, she gasped in horror. The older Iris turned, knowing the worst of it was over. How wrong she was.
Instead of the dead shopkeeper, Sid's body laid next to the younger, blood soaked version of herself and the pool of said aforementioned substance. The older Iris remained frozen, this time unable to turn away as she watched what was going to happen next. A pit of regret lodged itself in her stomach, hoping the girl would not do what had been done. Wishful thinking. Though the girl had hated the substance at first, she was forced to take in all of the man's blood and after forever of trying to get him off of her, she had grown accustomed to the taste. So thirsty, she ended up cutting into the body all over and attaching her lips to whatever cut or wound she made. Each time she drank down a steady gulp of blood, unable to process exactly what she was doing. All she knew back then in that moment was that she was thirsty... at that point that was all that mattered.
But what would happen next was worse. The older Iris stood stuck in place, as the girl drained Sid's blood from his body like a leech. One would think she would have been happy to be having such murderous dreams about the one man who was pissing her off to no end, but no. It made this memory even worse, especially as the girl finished draining him. Iris could not shut her eyes as the girl looked at the spongy substance protruding from the knife wound on the man's stomach. A growl from the girl's own was very audible before she nodded, still shaking. She made the wound deeper and pulled the substance out bit by bit until a three foot length sat in her hands. Still trembling, the girl cut it into pieces and shoved it in her mouth, gagging at first, but eating it anyway. She did not register and true thought at the time, but the older Iris knew that is what hunger did... it made her do such... terrible things.
Once the substance was swallowed bit by bit, the girl got a little more brassy, cutting into chunks of flesh and devouring them in a feral sort of state. It was a horrible sight to behold as the blood-caked girl tore into the flesh and organs of the thief's ally. Bit by bit she ate him until only random piece of flesh and bones were left; no discernible identity left on the body. Finally whatever twisted grip had been on the older Iris faded and she turned away at once, trying to dash off away from the scene. The memory was so much more horrible now, but it was about to get even worse.
"You're a monster."
"How could you do such a thing?"
Iris faltered and tripped, falling flat on her face. When she looked up, everything was utter darkness; all except for Enna who stood there in front of her. A scowl on the girl's otherwise pretty face, her eyes full of loathing and utter hate for the thief. "What kind of person does such a thing?" the words echoed throughout the nonexistent area, causing Iris to cringe and hastily bring her hands to her ears. Still Enna's voice reached her like nails scraping against the back of her mind. "You make me sick." And with those four words, Iris collapsed, her dream vision closing to utter darkness; Enna's voice still rang in the back of her mind, though it grew more distant as she faded.
Iris' eyes snapped open, her breathing hitching for but a moment as she realized it was a dream. She let go of her rapid intake of air smoothly, unwrapping the bottom of her covering to give her mouth access to more air. She breathed as silently as possible, steadying her beating heart and calming the nerves that seemed to be reacting violently to the twisted dream/memory. It took only a few moments before she was sitting up in bed, completely composed... at least for the most part anyway. It had been anything but pleasant, but she would not allow the others to find out if they were still awake. Her gaze darted over to Sid's bed, only to find that he was not there; her gaze then shifted towards the others, allowing her to see Marcus was still up and meditating at that. He might not have sensed what was going on with her, but even if he had, she doubted he would comment; he did not seem to be the type.
Still, her eyes traveled over to Sid's bed again, where was the shrimpy White Mage? After having a dream about murdering him in a culinary fashion, she was almost... maybe... sorta... worried? Getting out of bed and shifting through the shadows as quietly as possible, she quickly became determined to find him. It may have been just a dream, but his not being in the inn might be a little troublesome to the others should they also notice he was gone. She
did not want to be waken up to go find him later, even if she was not tired.
However, whatever feeling of worry she had been holding onto immediately was replaced with anger. He was outside of the Inn with Enna, talking it seemed to be. She smiled again when she saw him, and Iris felt her blood boil deep down inside of herself. She did, however, hold back a hiss, and instead of attacking the man as she so wanted to do, simply melded into the darkness. She shifted around to a better vantage point and quietly stood there eavesdropping on their conversation.
". . . It's a Summoner's fate to travel the world and recruit the Eidolons from their many hiding places, all in order to eventually become one with the Eidolon that rules over life and death. It's known as Xepheros. And in order to become one with this Eidolon, you have to sacrifice yourself, and in turn, the balance of death and rebirth is maintained. If a Summoner fails, then the world will fall into chaos. We're supposed to have a group accompany us on our journey as well."
"Years ago, the one we referred to as our most talented Summoner left on his journey, but never finished. He said he didn't need the other Eidolons, that his pure will would allow him to unite with Xepheros without the prayers of the other spirits. I think it's wrong that a person has to die just to serve these spirits. I want to find a way to live life after the journey is done, and still keep everything in balance. Everyone thinks it's crazy, and they don't trust me as a Summoner in the first place."
Iris could not believe what she was hearing at first, it was all so overwhelming. Enna was supposed to give herself up to maintain balance for some spirit or another? The very thought did not sit well with the thief, and the fact that it was expected of the girl made her blood boil even worse than it had when she had found Sid. However, she felt some relief when the summoner-to-be stated she wanted to find another way, a thought instantly registered in the thief's mind. "I'll help.".
"My last test is in the morning. I have to go deep into Ifrit's Cavern and pray that he approves of me. Nobody in the village seems to think I can but... I just want to try my best. I'm allowed to bring up to four people with me as my guardians. I know it's so short notice but.. Do you think you guys can come with me?"
"We will. Um, what I mean to say is, erm, that we will indeed accompany you for your journey. We didn't have much of a destination besides here anyway, so I guess it'd be okay with the others?"
Iris had been listening to every word with care up until the mage responded, and at that point she chuckled. Loud enough for both of them to hear had she been close enough. Readjusting her head wrap, she made the slightest movement, and just like that she shifted through the shadows and appeared just behind Sid. "I'm sure the others wouldn't mind at all, I know I sure don't." she said quietly, poison thick in her tone as she rested her hands on the mage's shoulders, her head propped on his right. "Although, you might want to make sure ahead of time in the future." She then frowned, feeling a thick coating of sweat on her, the source being the mage she was leaning on; the toxicity of her voice skyrocketed. "I don't mean to alarm you, but you're sweating an awful lot." she whispered in his ear.
7/27/2012 8:39:07 PM
Iris did not seem to care when her mugging turned up nothing. No, not even being struck by one of them (had they survived) would have bothered her in the slightest. For once she came to a standing position next to the girl she became enraptured once again, her violet orbs glued to the other's lithe figure. Although the trance did break as the mysterious girl began to rush away after a rather rudely put 'thank you', causing the thief to immediately follow after her and Roc. The thief found that the girl was... charming... even if her attitude was not the best; however that was a trait that the larcenist found to be rather nice. What with a party of total do-gooders, meeting someone with some kind of edge was nice (not that Iris would voice this opinion).Posted in: Popular Series
"Hey, what gives? We just saved you, don't we get some kind of explanation as to why you were running from those things, or a name at least?" Roc asked, keeping on the girl's tail, her tone tainted with irritation. Intent on getting answers herself, Iris followed in Roc's example and zipped ahead to get in front of the girl. The next words that fell from the girl's thin lips caused the thief to waver just a little bit in her stature.
"My name is Enna." Enna. It was a simple name, but a very... beautiful one. Iris only had to look the girl up and down once before coming to an agreement in the back of her head. Enna. Her name definitely suited her. But while the thief was making her little observations and self-important conclusions and agreements, the girl said something else that the former had missed entirely. Her hand met her face mentally; she needed to pay better attention.
"I'm Roc. Nice to meetcha." So maybe that is what it was about? Introductions and all. Iris visibly bristled; telling people who she was was not something she did often or purposefully. Came with her trade. But with her ally giving the girl her name, and the fact that the mages would undoubtedly give theirs, Iris made a quick exception.
"I'll save you the rest. I'm Iris, icicle man is known as Marcus, and shrimpy with the support magic is Sid." The thief explained, throwing a hand and look towards the respective others. She figured it would be best to just get it all over with now, letting the situation drag on made the thief uncomfortable and just plain irritated. Once the party started following Enna, however, her frustration and irritation quickly dissipated, especially once they reached the supposed village of the summoners. It was not much longer until they were led inside a building which was presumably an inn, the thief noticing the purple-haired girl smile at the white mage as he entered. She bristled again, though this time less visibly.
A frown spread across her face not more than a moment later, though as always this was guarded by her head wrap. Why did that weakling little mage get a smile? Or... was it meant for him? Did she really smile at just him or was it at the entire party? No. After playing the situation in her head again it was definitely a smile directed at the white mage. Her frown turned into a deep scowl, which was thankfully hidden from view. She was not exactly sure why, but the action bothered her. Very much so.
"If you need something, use the bell here. I, or someone on duty here, will assist you as best we can." Enna speaking broke Iris from her train of thought; she corrected her facial expression but crossed her arms over her chest, though not in a way that showed she was displeased.
"I wanna find out more about her. She seems really..mysterious, doesn't she?" Roc voiced to the others once the aforementioned had left the building. Iris grunted in response nodding slightly in agreement, however her gaze was focused now on Sid. If one had removed her head wrap one would find her amethyst orbs bearing into him, her lips pursed into a thin line.
"Quite." the thief murmured after several moments.
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