Guard My House(Solo)

A low whistle escaped Ophelia's parted lips, the metal of her fingertips pinching the tattered parchment letter which she skimmed as she sauntered down a winding path of gravel and debris. The trees wavered, wind blowing through the branches and stirring the green that concealed small birds within. It was peaceful, to say the least, at least to the young woman taking her sweet time down the trail leading to a manor in the distance. She found a moment to think among the ambient tune of the birds above, the chirping that told her stories of growth and restoration, downfall and regression, rejuvenation that created a full circle of life. The young woman outstretched her arms, her eyes shutting slowly to take in a gust of air that swept throughout floors of the forest and hugged her being.

"Hey there! Young miss?" A voice chimed in the distance, an obnoxious, awful voice... It appeared as though the young woman had arrived at her destination.
Red eyes glanced between the humble abode she approached and the man that had stood before it. His frame had leaned against the smooth oak frame of a carriage embroidered with gold and silver embossments. Ophelia opened her mouth, her tongue finding old words to be so foreign to her. "Ye wanted me 'ta 'elp ye?" She finally murmured, "S' ah... Well m' 'ere."
The man furrowed his brows, attempting to decipher the thick accent she spoke with. "Oh... Yes- yes! Yes, I need you to watch over my home, mhm, thank you very kindly."
"N' the pay?"
"The pay...? Aha! Right, the pay! That will be after, my dear."
"..." Ophelia narrowed her eyes, scarlet orbs piercing into the man's being as he trembled slightly. "S' fine I guess... S' no trouble 't all, ye? M' jus' itchin' 'ta start doin' 'ese things 'gain..." She trailed off, a hand moving to tuck the parchment into the breast of her shirt.  "... Keys?"
The man eagerly handed over a copy of his key, his head dipping down vigorously all the while to show his current gratitude. Quickly, without a word, he boarded his carriage and moseyed off, leaving the woman in a cloud of dust.

Dismissively, she waved a hand in the air, her brows knitting as she resumed her slow, meticulous steps towards the humble abode. Using the key, she unlocked the ivory doors which concealed the illustrious grandeur of the household itself. The young woman found herself staring at the items, yet with the shake of her head, she closed the door behind her and continued along on her designated path.

Her fingers toyed idly with the plentiful feathers intertwined in her hair, a metal finger carefully running along the surface of a smooth white quill. Upon discovering the living room, the woman simply sad down upon the leather upholstery of the couch, waiting.

The silent ticking of the clock occupied her time, her thoughts drifting and wafting about her mind as she sat idle. Her hands continued to fidget with the feathers in her hair, fingers tugging, brushing, pulling at the intertwined quills and smoothening out the delicate strands of feather within. A window was open, a bird perched atop the frame with large, yellow eyes peering into the living room. This was not just some passerby, no, but a companion, her companion. The elegant aves lifted up it's wings, it's beak clicking as it began to sing songs of glorious tales, to which Ophelia would reply with her own, and together the pair made melancholic music in the peace of the household.

It appeared so simple; to watch such a quaint home nestled at the edge of a forest with not a worry. Perhaps the woman could even nap if time allowed her to? Put things could not remain so simple for long. As the two ceased their chimes and their calls, a faint stirring could be heard from beyond the living room.

Ophelia slowly rose to her feet, her fingers curling over the hilt of her heavy, golden sword. With each careful stride she took, the bird would perch itself on furniture within the room, drawing near to the sound itself out of a sheer curiosity.

"... Oi, whoever s' in 'ere, ye best show yerself 'fore I come in n' pummel ye 'lot."

There was a silence in response to her words.

"M' not jokin' wiv' ye..."

The member 'Ophelia Katulai' has done the following action : Dice Rolls

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As her heels pivoted, she took one glance through the doorframe her ruby orbs shifting about the kitchen to spot three gangly intruders, all wearing similar black outfits. One sat, perched atop a table stuffing porcelain plates into his shirt. Another, oddly enough, was scarfing down food he found whilst rummaging through the pantry. The last one, seemingly the overseer of the operation-or at least the group-, had been sitting in a chair in the dining room, his gaze was trained to a pearl necklace he had somehow managed to grab ahold of.

Ophelia took in a deep breath and pressed her fingers against the bridge of her nose, her lip pursing in disgust as she turned to traverse the hallways. It would best for her to think of something spontaneous since she didn't have use for her magic here... Unless she had intentions of destroying this home while defending it from these measly intruders. As silence befell the manor, the young woman's steps grew careful. The toe of her metal boot pressed against the wood, feeling for creaks that could give away her current position within the humble abode. She gradually made her way along, soon finding herself beside the doorframe entering the dining room.

The young woman sifted through the contents of a small pouch at her side, her fingers wrapping itself around a coin which she hovered over the floorboards. With no hesitation, she dropped the small object, the sound of it clashing against the floor grabbing the attention of the thief sitting within the dining room. His head snapped up from the pearl necklace to the doorframe and with haste he rose from his seat and made his way over. Ophelia could hear the shuffling of his shoes, the low cries of the flooring as he shifted his weight onto each foot. With a breath held in, she felt and instinctual twitch in her hand, begging her to use her magic to properly dispose the scum that drew near.

The moment she saw his figure pass the doorway, she threw her arm over his shoulders and pressed the inside of her elbow against his neck, her muscles constricting to cease his breath and silence him. His thrashing was wild, however as she knelt down, his gestures grew weaker, and soon, he was limp in her arms. Ophelia laid him down on the floor and moved his body from view before peering into the dining room one last time; Empty. Now she had to rid the other two.

Well, passing time any longer would cause the intruder to continue on with their ransacking. With a deep breath and a cleared mind, the young woman ushered herself forward through the dining area, her feet stepping up onto a chair, then onto the smooth oak table. Her heels clicked against the surface, the men turning their heads to stare in awe through the kitchen door at the woman charging forward. She knelt down slightly, the muscles of her legs stiffening as she pushed herself forward to jump into the air for extra leverage.

A fist lurched back, metal fingers curling into a tight, angry fist. With one swift movement, she sent the ball of fury towards the face of the closest intruder; And this so happened to be the one that had been stuffing precious porcelain down his shirt. As her knuckles came into contact with his jawline, the audible sound of cracking emitted from not only his newly acquired fracture, but the silverware that had slipped through his clothing and fell onto the ground. Oh my... It felt rather good doing that, she'd have to admit.

Ophelia crushed porcelain under her heel as she took a step forward, using the same fist to punch him not once, not twice, but three more times to release some rather violent tendencies. As his head landed atop the counter of the kitchen, she grabbed a hold of his hair, and soon, she dragged his face along the surface, forcing his fresh fractures to painfully rub and reduce itself into nothing more but dust. Once Ophelia managed to find her fill, her attention turned towards the lonesome thief, his hands lifted up into the air defensively as he eyed his fallen companion whom slumped forward against the kitchen counter.

"...Ye scared yet?" She murmured, the tone in her voice mocking him as she drew near.

His head nodded vigorously.

"... Ye wan' me 'ta stop?"

He nodded once more.

The distance between them shrunk, and soon, the two were merely a foot away. Ophelia's ruby gaze rested intently on the thief's trembling form. "Too bad." Within that moment, she landed a swift back-hand to the side of his face, causing him to sputter and groan. In retaliation, the intruder preformed his own attack; a swift kick to the groin which... Failed horribly. This was only a minor inconvenience to her, and in fact, made her angrier than she originally was.

She preformed her own kick to the groin, and as the man keeled over with a high-pitched wheeze, she proceeded to wail her fists into his face, over and over... Over and over... Blood oozing its way from the orifices in his face. Ophelia felt like he hadn't had enough, yet she ceased herself from killing him entirely, and left his face beaten rather than mauled.

The member 'Ophelia Katulai' has done the following action : Dice Rolls

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