+1 Ice Queen

[redheired]

“Quite the locale.” Says a young lady perfectly poised on a couch. (Naturally she’s picked out the fanciest couch available, complete with velvet seats and gold trim.) She’s been settled there for the past hour or so, not saying much of anything and just watching.

She still keeps her eyes wandering as she speaks, taking in everything she can and mentally cataloguing it away.

”Very well then, since it is apparently good form to ask a question here… how would any of you handle a situation where you’re outnumbered? Or more specifically, when your resources are diminished compared to before, and there are still obstacles ahead of you.”

((OOC: Testing the waters on an AU concept! The fine details/info probably won’t come up, but they are a driving background force and are written up on the character journal!))

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[rogueinladysclothing]

"You give it everything you have and don't look back."

The rather direct answer comes from a young woman dressed in the style of a Renaissance rogue, complete with a sword and slingshot hanging from her belt and leather armor over her wool-blend clothes. The newcomer can see her long, dark brown hair is pinned up with some kind of fancy trinket, but it's difficult to see it under the hood of her cloak. Seems the Nexus draws all sorts in.

"If you leave any room for doubt," she adds, "you'll fail."

[redheired]

"I assure you, doubt or faltering is far from my mind." It's spoken in a quiet voice, but with a hint of steel underneath.

Mitsuru takes in the speaker with a quick once-over, lingering on the hair design. Someone easily outside the usual setting of modern day Japan, without a doubt. Her curiosity can't help but be a little piqued from that.

"I admit that giving everything to a situation is more the territory of a colleague of mine... at least moment to moment. I prefer more long term planning, to figure out when to best dedicate all or most of my energy."

[rogueinladysclothing]

"Not every situation allows for such planning. Sometimes you have to simply do what's necessary, and figure the rest out later."

Despite the cold, the rogue carefully pulls back her hood and shakes her head slightly to free her hair pin. Made of a strangely shiny dark silver metal, the pin is covered in small, delicate flowers. From the body of the pin hangs several strands of polished flowers and beads, which make a slightly musical tinkling sound as they move. A stark contrast to everything else about the woman, this is the trinket of a noble lady.

"If your team can handle you stepping back for a moment to strategize, and they trust in your efforts, then you should do so. If not? Keep on the front line. All wounds heal with time." The physical ones, anyway.

[redheired]

"That is a touch too rash for my liking, to be frank with you. Too much like ceding control to the situation." Her features tighten for a moment at the thought, and she takes an abrupt interest in the trim of the couch. "As inevitable as that may be, at times..."

This conversation is leading down a road she doesn't like. She may as well try and divert it to a different topic. Glancing back, Mitsuru picks out something else to focus on.

"If you will indulge in a question; do you often carry anything valuable into battle, aside from your life?" Her eyes linger on the hairpin a moment, to make it clear what she's focusing on.

[rogueinladysclothing]

She nods, conceding the point. Just because Amelia lives her life that way doesn't mean others would willingly choose to do so.

"Several weapons of mine are of sentimental value - and would cost much to replace. One is even irreplaceable." Because there's no more metal left to make another sword like the rapier on her hip. Or, at least, not enough. She crosses her arms in front of her chest slowly as she considers the real question. "But I've yet to fight a real battle since I received my most valuable possession."

[redheired]

"And what would that be? If I may ask?" It is a slightly forward question, and Mitsuru acknowledges that with a slow, slight dip of the head. "I admit, I'm intrigued now."

[rogueinladysclothing]

Amelia shakes her head slightly, in part to bring attention to the object in question, but mostly at the newcomer. "You're not very subtle, you know. But I'll indulge you." Carefully, she reaches up and pulls the hair pin from her hair, letting down two tightly braided plaits that had been held up by the trinket. After brushing the plaits out with her fingers (they need to be redone every time she lets her hair down anyway), she shakes out her dark brown, shoulder-blade length tresses and steps closer to show off the dark silver hair pin.

"It was a gift from someone very dear to me. It's sharp enough that, if it were to come to blows and I were unarmed, I could defend myself with it, but it would always be a last resort." She holds the hair pin carefully in her hands to display it, but she doesn't offer it to be held. The hair pin isn't going to leave her hands if she has anything to say about it.