A. Mythra in the Sky with Disappointment(Cloud City)
[So far, the Cloud City was Mythra's favorite place to be. It was the place closest to her home, after all. It was the evening, and she was staring out at the setting sun with her feet hands clutching a railing, right at cloud level. She felt somewhat solemn, however. She knew these Clouds weren't like the Cloud Sea. They were made of different stuff, that was obvious. One, from the fact she couldn't swim in them, and two, they lacked the regenerative properties of the actual Cloud Sea. So she's somewhat sad she doesn't get to take a nice swim in familiar waters.]
"If only I had some of Rex's salvager stuff..." [Then maybe she could simply, take a bit of a dive down into them while still firmly attached to the city. She supposed she could just, get some rope or something. Well, she needed to enlist someone for this. She turns to the nearest available person, and asks them,] "Do you know where I could find some rope?"
B. Tactical Living Nuke Incoming(Tactician Guild)
[Mythra walks into the tactician guild with a certain sense of swagger about her. Tactics, yeah, she got tactics. For the Architect's Sake she was pretty much designed to analyze and process data, and time and time again, when she planned something, it would work out. Rex wasn't exactly that much of a thinker, and Pyra... well, she could be reckless at times. So she's got it on this job. She fills out the paperwork relatively quickly, and she walks away with her asterisk in hand.
[She quickly heads out of the guild. She's not a fan of the stuffy atmosphere and the weird board game obsession. She hates businessmen and stuffy nobles, they were never her types with few exceptions. She was at home among soldiers and warriors, those who stood on the battlefield rather than in an armchair. And in her hurried rush, she commits the Oh-So Classic trope, of bumping into someone coming in. Though, not knocking them over, merely brushing up against them and dropping her asterisk. She stops, and goes to pick it up.]
"Ah, excuse me. I need to get out of the elitist intellectual club."
C. A Blade Gets a Blade(Swordmaster Guild)
C1. How Mythra has not Learned to Stop Thinking and Love the 1000 Times Folded Nippon Steel "What are you doing?" [For all you new Swordmasters trying out your new jobs, you may be approached by your fellow Swordmaster, looking rather, unenthused. You are one of the unlucky souls to have caught her ire. Maybe it was your parrying technique, maybe your foot positioning, maybe it was your swing telegraphing. If a mistake in your movements appears, Mythra will be here! To fix it, whether you want her to or not.
[Because, as the experienced soldier who has bested hundreds of enemies in battle and also literally a sword girl, Mythra knows a lot about swords. And so, people fighting improperly bothers her. It bothers her immensely. And so thus, the blonde with the Messer in the Swordmaster uniform is expressing her distaste in the most helpful way she can. So prepare to get rated.]
C2. Honing Your Edge [But maybe you're not a Swordmaster, maybe you're just around town. If that's the case, you might find Mythra elsewhere, on a cliff overlooking the city. Rather than admiring the view however, Mythra is running herself through drills, on her own. Looking incredibly focused. Mogra, her Moogle, is off to the side, taking notes on her performance. She hasn't seen you approach because of that. Her movements are all precise, yet naturally flowing. It's clear this girl has had some experience in a swordfight.]
"You were always the better sword fighter than I was, weren't you Addam?" [Two steps forward, a horizontal cut to the head.]
"It makes sense, you were my Driver after all." [A duck beneath a cut, a thrust to the newly formed opening in her enemy's guard.]
"Rex was pretty good, but you were always his better in that department." [A sidestep and a deflection.]
"But you aren't here to teach me, to guide me here." [A final thrust, to finish off her enemy.]
"I miss you, Adda-" [She turns around, and she finally sees you there. She instantly raises her sword to this new intruder, and issues a single command.]
Mythra | OTA
[So far, the Cloud City was Mythra's favorite place to be. It was the place closest to her home, after all. It was the evening, and she was staring out at the setting sun with her feet hands clutching a railing, right at cloud level. She felt somewhat solemn, however. She knew these Clouds weren't like the Cloud Sea. They were made of different stuff, that was obvious. One, from the fact she couldn't swim in them, and two, they lacked the regenerative properties of the actual Cloud Sea. So she's somewhat sad she doesn't get to take a nice swim in familiar waters.]
"If only I had some of Rex's salvager stuff..." [Then maybe she could simply, take a bit of a dive down into them while still firmly attached to the city. She supposed she could just, get some rope or something. Well, she needed to enlist someone for this. She turns to the nearest available person, and asks them,] "Do you know where I could find some rope?"
B. Tactical Living Nuke Incoming(Tactician Guild)
[Mythra walks into the tactician guild with a certain sense of swagger about her. Tactics, yeah, she got tactics. For the Architect's Sake she was pretty much designed to analyze and process data, and time and time again, when she planned something, it would work out. Rex wasn't exactly that much of a thinker, and Pyra... well, she could be reckless at times. So she's got it on this job. She fills out the paperwork relatively quickly, and she walks away with her asterisk in hand.
[She quickly heads out of the guild. She's not a fan of the stuffy atmosphere and the weird board game obsession. She hates businessmen and stuffy nobles, they were never her types with few exceptions. She was at home among soldiers and warriors, those who stood on the battlefield rather than in an armchair. And in her hurried rush, she commits the Oh-So Classic trope, of bumping into someone coming in. Though, not knocking them over, merely brushing up against them and dropping her asterisk. She stops, and goes to pick it up.]
"Ah, excuse me. I need to get out of the elitist intellectual club."
C. A Blade Gets a Blade(Swordmaster Guild)
C1. How Mythra has not Learned to Stop Thinking and Love the 1000 Times Folded Nippon Steel
"What are you doing?" [For all you new Swordmasters trying out your new jobs, you may be approached by your fellow Swordmaster, looking rather, unenthused. You are one of the unlucky souls to have caught her ire. Maybe it was your parrying technique, maybe your foot positioning, maybe it was your swing telegraphing. If a mistake in your movements appears, Mythra will be here! To fix it, whether you want her to or not.
[Because, as the experienced soldier who has bested hundreds of enemies in battle and also literally a sword girl, Mythra knows a lot about swords. And so, people fighting improperly bothers her. It bothers her immensely. And so thus, the blonde with the Messer in the Swordmaster uniform is expressing her distaste in the most helpful way she can. So prepare to get rated.]
C2. Honing Your Edge
[But maybe you're not a Swordmaster, maybe you're just around town. If that's the case, you might find Mythra elsewhere, on a cliff overlooking the city. Rather than admiring the view however, Mythra is running herself through drills, on her own. Looking incredibly focused. Mogra, her Moogle, is off to the side, taking notes on her performance. She hasn't seen you approach because of that. Her movements are all precise, yet naturally flowing. It's clear this girl has had some experience in a swordfight.]
"You were always the better sword fighter than I was, weren't you Addam?" [Two steps forward, a horizontal cut to the head.]
"It makes sense, you were my Driver after all." [A duck beneath a cut, a thrust to the newly formed opening in her enemy's guard.]
"Rex was pretty good, but you were always his better in that department." [A sidestep and a deflection.]
"But you aren't here to teach me, to guide me here." [A final thrust, to finish off her enemy.]
"I miss you, Adda-" [She turns around, and she finally sees you there. She instantly raises her sword to this new intruder, and issues a single command.]
"Don't move an inch."