And so it began, as the legs of a shaken individual would come across the windswept, rocky masses of Amber Island fresh from a portal leading back home. Illya would have been eager to finally join a legal guild and begin her time of service with her closest companion at her side, but the fates had conspired against such events happening, at least in this timeline. Illya would stand alone on the first stop of her tour through the land which Dies Irae had claimed control over after it was so haphazardly thrown away. While one might assume that the ideal candidate for being among the newest in the guild would be a heroic man or woman, bravely applying for any kind of mission that might have been thought of as possible, Illya was unfortunately most unfit for such comparisons. Instead of a well dressed woman coming in fresh from a recent adventurer, the pink haired woman would waltz onto the brown island in her usual garb from her home in Magnolia where she had worked as a waitress for. A uniform complete with white blouse, navy blue jacket, a tie, black leggings and worn shoes. An adventurer she was not, but a servant ready to field an order for dinner? Illya was rocking that look hard.
"Ah-I can do it...Just like Catty would have done." Her hands trembled near her chest, nerves. Her ever present anxiety was just making the newcomer experience icing on the cake. How she missed Catalina. A part of her prayed that she would looked to her side one day and find that her childhood friend would reappear by her side with that familiar smile on her face. Their hands would lock together and she'd lead the nervous wreck to glory alongside herself, becoming heroes of the world and renown by all whom they'd allow to bask in their glory. But such fantasies held their sway over the girl for now at least. They had come originally to begin as a pair rolling up the ranks, yes, but now Illya had come for help with another issue entirely.
One that she would only entrust to people she knew would believe her.
Even just explaining it was asinine enough to make people classify her as some type of lunatic ready to be put back into an asylum. Few people would even let her go in depth about the topic, let alone keep her welcome in their store or business. A lot of bridges had been burned that way though she didn't want to mull about in that mindset too long. She'd just find help elsewhere. "Right. You can do this, Illy. Just...one step at a time." The woman took a deep breath and would take a step forward from her starting position. A fine start but hardly any of praise. Her journey continued onward while she traveled from Amber Port into the heart of the island, where Dies Irae lied. Once on the footsteps to the guild Illya stepped inside after knocking upon the door and heard it close behind her. "H-Hi. Is this Dies Irae?"
TWC: 520
"Ah-I can do it...Just like Catty would have done." Her hands trembled near her chest, nerves. Her ever present anxiety was just making the newcomer experience icing on the cake. How she missed Catalina. A part of her prayed that she would looked to her side one day and find that her childhood friend would reappear by her side with that familiar smile on her face. Their hands would lock together and she'd lead the nervous wreck to glory alongside herself, becoming heroes of the world and renown by all whom they'd allow to bask in their glory. But such fantasies held their sway over the girl for now at least. They had come originally to begin as a pair rolling up the ranks, yes, but now Illya had come for help with another issue entirely.
One that she would only entrust to people she knew would believe her.
Even just explaining it was asinine enough to make people classify her as some type of lunatic ready to be put back into an asylum. Few people would even let her go in depth about the topic, let alone keep her welcome in their store or business. A lot of bridges had been burned that way though she didn't want to mull about in that mindset too long. She'd just find help elsewhere. "Right. You can do this, Illy. Just...one step at a time." The woman took a deep breath and would take a step forward from her starting position. A fine start but hardly any of praise. Her journey continued onward while she traveled from Amber Port into the heart of the island, where Dies Irae lied. Once on the footsteps to the guild Illya stepped inside after knocking upon the door and heard it close behind her. "H-Hi. Is this Dies Irae?"
TWC: 520
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