Character History

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## The Seawood Sisters

* ~The Orphanage~

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## Miranda

### Durmstrang Ship

{{Luc D'Esprit LeClerc|time=10:31, January 28, 2014 (UTC)|text= \*He twirls the Highmaster's stave in one hand, feeling its point of equilibrium and flow, contemplating, as he always does of anything he handles, its weapon potential. He even toys with the idea of 'bringing out' Naurcoirëa, but decides against it. The students have had more than enough to cope with already since he took over. At the thought, his left hand flexes, the scar across the back of it still raw and red, the flesh unknitted. Rusev, certainly, did not go quietly, but he was gone, which is what mattered.\*}} {{Template:Ilya Plushenko
{{Luc D'Esprit LeClerc|time=18:59, February 1, 2014 (UTC)|text= \*With a thought he brings forth Naurcoirëa, who hovers, wings beating, over his left shoulder.\*}}
{{Luc D'Esprit LeClerc|time=22:53, February 3, 2014 (UTC)|text= \*Before anyone can react, Luc is sitting on Bastien's chest, the latter now flat on the deck, with the Highmaster's stave across the younger man's throat.\*}}
{{Naurcoirëa|time=22:53, February 3, 2014 (UTC)|text= \*Simultaneously, Naur snatches Elsa's wand, and appears to be pointing it in her ear.\*}}
{{Luc D'Esprit LeClerc|time=23:24, February 3, 2014 (UTC)|text= \*He lets go of the wandless witch, twirling the stave in the same movement to disarm Tabitha and send her hurtling over his head and into the brine some twenty feet beyond Elsa.\*}}
{{Luc D'Esprit LeClerc|time=00:22, February 4, 2014 (UTC)|text= \*Looking out over the rolling waves.\* "The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."}}
{{Luc D'Esprit LeClerc|time=02:17, February 9, 2014 (UTC)|text= \*He hoists an imaginary flagon of what, in his mind's eye, is a pumpkin and prune juice cocktail.\* "To a target rich environment for terrible decisions. Let us see what the day brings."}}
{{Rie|02:31, February 9, 2014 (UTC)|Miranda="To terrible decisions." Amused by his very nature, with a minuscule amount of hesitancy Miranda bumps knuckles with the Highmaster as their imaginary flagons connect. "May they ever elude cowardice, and serve as memories to the brazen." }}
{{Naurcoirëa|time=06:43, February 9, 2014 (UTC)|text= \*The phoenix, back from a foraging trip, drops a plum into each of their outstretched hands before divebombing, and vanishing, into Luc's back.\*}}
{{Rie|01:16, February 10, 2014 (UTC)|Miranda=Miranda follows Naurcoirëa with her eyes from the moment the gift of fruit falls into her hand. When the phoenix vanishes into Luc's back she immediately draws her eyes away, back to her plum which she checks for ripeness. Commanding herself not to take a bite she turns her attention again to the Highmaster. "What a coincidence, I had been thinking of Plum liquor."}}

#### Miranda and Luc

{{Luc D'Esprit LeClerc|time=01:14, March 9, 2014 (UTC)|text= "Well, from this perspective at least, having you along was indubitably, on balance, of the positive. What was it Syrus said? "Necessitas dat legem, non ipsa accipit." We are compelled by moments and motives but partially of our shaping and choosing. I removed Rusev, and felt the urge to close the gap he left. Thereafter, I must accept the tide, and embrace the flow, I feel."}}
{{Rie|07:35, March 10, 2014 (UTC)|Miranda=She smirks glancing at the Highmaster from the corner of her eye hearing his compliment. Forgoing a response to what she found too kind, and too personal to be his own thought or feeling. She turns slowly giving him her full attention. "Removing Rusev, and closing the gap he left is shaping and choosing, it is exactly that. Your choosing to eliminate him, allowed you to be here shaping future generations. Now, here you stand in all your 'might-iness' staff in hand, compelled moment, and motive or not." She looks back over the water, smiling. "At least from ''this'' perspective."}}
{{Luc D'Esprit LeClerc|time=03:05, March 11, 2014 (UTC)|text= \*He feels the lake breeze ruffle his hair, and smiles, a touch sadly.\* "I fear Enobarbus had the right of it, "I am a feather for every wind that blows!" and not the constant plumage of my fiery friend, but a dappled, dilettante, daunted disarray of single, isolated impulses, wavering in their own inconstancy. Ah well, if "this too will pass" perhaps I should accept that coming back to life, as with the first emergence, was always going to be a shock, and welcome the experience." \*He shrugs, a tad lethargically.\*}}
{{Rie|03:20, March 11, 2014 (UTC)|Miranda="Easier said than done." Missing the sight of the breeze through his hair Miranda turns to him once more with a look of conviction following his elegantly phrased soliloquy. "Do it. Do not merely think, and say words such as these in a tone such as that. You '''must''' do this. Accept this gift. Take this second life you have been given, and live as you never have before. What is to stop you? Have you not already been ''separated'' from existence? Over time, you will adapt to the shock."}}
{{Luc D'Esprit LeClerc|time=21:47, March 20, 2014 (UTC)|text= \*He gives a wan smile.\* "I should like to believe, somehow, that endeavour counted, as well as empirical outcome, that the direction, motivation and intent were in some scale weighed in my favour, even when the direct result was - unintended. There are so many moments which almost audibly hinge on a decision, and it feels as if that is rarely mine. As a reactant, I should hope my occasional willful inertia should be ascribed among my assets."}}
{{Rie|00:35, March 21, 2014 (UTC)|Miranda="And so it seems it was. Your unintended result, from this perspective is as implied before a second opportunity. In every loss we endure there is always something to gain. It may not match in sentimentality, this we all know. Can you say that a little of something is not better than nothing?" She smirks at him, raising her brow questioningly. "All. '''Every''' moment hinges on decision. The one that you made to stand here. The one that I made to join you. What could possibly make decisions for you, if not you? You possess a myriad of assets Highmaster. Hope, is not needed concerning which of them may have been selected from the countless options."}}
{{Luc D'Esprit LeClerc|time=12:29, April 3, 2014 (UTC)|text= \*He gives this due rumination.\* "Yet, when one is so clearly forged, the sense of forgery is almost inevitable. Had the crucible been less overt, the heat not so searing and the product less edged, I might, I feel, struggle less to tessellate myself into the world that is. Anyway, enough of such near-morbid introspection. How fare our charges and champions in this distant land? Are you kept busy - or at least entertained?"}}
{{Rie|20:09, April 3, 2014 (UTC)|Miranda="I am not one to shy away from near-morbid anything, the more a topic would draw a cringe from a woman who may look similar the more pleasure I find in it. If you so insist we speak of something else, I will oblige. Never have I allowed myself to be unentertained. Being unentertained would be an insult to myself." She looks out over the blackness of the water remembering, her youth, her heyday aboard this ship. "The ferocity of Durmstrang is for lack of a better term a cloak that each student wears. We are well-made, steadfast, and a few of us are impressively hard-hearted. As long as ''they'' can remain enshrined, ''they'' will succeed. To a certain degree of meaning. As some have begun to learn when they so choose to step away from that which they know best, to make attempts at thinking in a way that is unfamiliar to them. It can lead to - personal problems."}}

### Floreans

{{Luc D'Esprit LeClerc|time=04:57, February 20, 2014 (UTC)|text= "I spoke of Kagemni the first vizier, he who wrote the instructions, rather than his later namesake, and the mention of wives was to distinguish. As for Naur, she is either capable of comprehending speech in a range of forms or empathic in a detailed degree, or possibly a little of each. Not here, since she has a distaste for confined spaces, but I can ask her to emerge, and you are welcome to essay communication. The gift of the plum suggests she considers you - of merit, it not being her custom to sustain other than myself."}}
{{Rie||Miranda=Miranda unsheathes her smile, she finds herself nodding attentively, all the while what in her mind is a better name is slowly becoming concrete. "At a more appropriate time, and place. I had not intended for Naur to appear, right now. Truthfully, I did not believe you would extend to me the honor. Before the gift I was so graciously given, seeing how the ladies, and young men have been ''handled''. Being someone who was once in their place, Naur was to me an entity I was all too content to keep my distance from."}}

* Miranda and Joseph