Bringing the Light | Introduction {Open}

She may be no God of Ishgar, but the other Guild Master was one's mentee. A rose-haired young woman ascended the steps toward the towering Throne Hall doors, carrying something round. She was wearing the black powersuit with the red DI symbol emblazoned where a brooch might be, her shiny black pumps clacking with each step and her ponytail swinging lightly behind her. Sivvy preferred this uniform on both lowkey days and tough jobs that didn't quite merit her favored bodysuits, since it was crisp and intimidating, but also allowing her the full range of motion when the situation called for it. Honestly, the slayer looked more like a high-powered executive than someone who had just come out victorious in a life-or-death fight...if not for the blood splattered over her that would become visible upon closer inspection. That was another perk of the black suit; it hit blood and grime well. Her fair skin, however, showed every smear and speck just as brightly as it accentuated her carmine eyes. Every patch of skin showed at least a couple droplets, from the drips on the tops of her feet not covered by shoe, to her absolutely slicked hands, to some high-velocity spray and a smear on her cheek. Other than the carnage, she was the very vision of poise.

Inwardly, the young woman was rather tired and absolutely starving. Both guild masters were nightmares for the kitchen staff on an average day, and the clone was about to descend upon them like a herd of preschoolers on the last animal cracker. Fighting always kicked her already insane appetite into overdrive and the budding murder-cult she'd just eradicated had done just that.

Shoving the ornate doors open, she initially made a beeline for the area of the hall where the trophies were kept, but her attention was snapped away. Sivvy could never walk past Amalie without speaking. The blue to her pink, DI's guild ace was her best friend, one of the very few people she had found a way to bond with. The two had an offbeat understanding of each other and it was truly a beautiful thing. Even though she was standing with a ginger she'd never seen before, Sivvy approached anyway. Her slayer ears had picked up the last bit of the conversation, a fact she wouldn't hide. New recruits were common around here, though his praise of her friend was unusual. "Hey, Amalie," she greeted with her usual muted warmth, but soon turned her crimson hues on their guest. The warmth in her expression promptly disappeared and was replaced by a small, polite smile. "Welcome, Isaak Alvah. I," the girl paused for only milliseconds, enough to remind herself of something, "I'm Sivvy, an ambassador here," she said simply, and while this newcomer would have no idea what an accomplishment this was, it was a huge departure from her typical programmed introduction of herself. She'd finally caught herself in time to drop the awkward explanation of being designated 7 with her little edit of offering her nickname tacked on. Introducing herself like a normal person felt very strange but absolutely thrilling. It felt so rebellious, even though Dr. Raelin wasn't anywhere near here to punish her. She glanced at Amalie, a spark of victory flashing in her eyes. Would Johann be proud, too? She made a mental note to tell her mentor this great achievement.

Turning her attention back to the blushing boy, her head bobbed a small nod. "Amalie will get you sorted, I'm sure," assured the bloody woman, shifting the nearly forgotten round thing in her grasp. It was a blue motorized lacrima bike helmet, nearly turned purple from the amount of blood on it. There also seemed to be a pool sloshing around inside, trapped by the way she was carrying it. Perhaps she should clean it before placing it with the other trophies... But once more her attention was shifted from the task as she gave him a better look. Judging by the large pack and his rough condition. A slender brow quirked slightly. "Were you...camping on the island?" Sivvy asked, finding this unorthodox. With the only way being by ship, and the only port being right in front of the guildhall, she tried to fathom why in the world he would wander around the wilderness first.


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"I might do so. I had to incinerate the last suit and make myself a new one," Sivvy idly commented, making a mental note to stop by and try Amalie's concoction. Using her threads to craft her uniforms and bodysuits wasn't difficult, just time-consuming. These days she had more than enough to fill her time, which was just how she liked it. The busier she was, the less her mind could wander and get stressed.

The potential new recruit began speaking again, so she turned her full attention away from her friend and to the camper. The bloody slayer couldn't stop the corner of her mouth twitching up into something close to a smirk as she listened. If he was left befuddled by herself and Amalie, what would he have done if Johann had been here instead? As much as it bothered her sometimes, her fellow guild master's power still dwarfed her own. The gap might not be as wide as it once was, but it was still enough to stress the perfectionist. The young woman didn't comment on it, though. It was enough to simply imagine. Isaak continued on and her mind followed along, taking notes as needed. Midi. Warrior. Anti-evil. Uses swords and slayer magic. All acceptable, even favorable. Though humor was hit or miss, his jovial additions softened her eyes for just a moment. Fluffy cats and angel's food cake. She could relate, being a lover of both fluffy things and animals. If he lived here long enough, he would no doubt find out she adored angel's food cake, and all other cakes for that matter. All food, actually. Her stomach was nearly a bottomless pit and she'd yet to find anything she wouldn't happily devour.

In closing, his explanation for his island trek made sense. "Ah, I see," she spoke at last, expression returning to her neutral stoicism with the polite smile. "Should Amalie allow you in, the West Wing has our amenities and offices, one being a top-class mess hall. It's affordable and has angel's food cake several times during the week." Sivvy's eyes crinkled in the corners just slightly. Was she...teasing him, a little?

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