Sixth Song - A Melody of Grit Determination

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 [Action - Park - Following medical treatment due to this post.]

Perhaps two days following a certain incident involving Barricade, Fi can be seen in the park, a number of bandages wrapped around her middle. The unfortunate side effects of her body and clothes being one and the same is the fact that said body, when damaged, is unfortunately going to be fairly easy to spot as such...

She appears to pay it no mind however, and instead nods to Scrapper at the side; the robot has apparently managed to carry with him a phonograph with records, and so long as he keeps it wound up it should be filling the area with some rather calming if not beautiful music- there's no real choice behind it other than 'it sounded nice', and for the next bit she's using the space in the park to practice dancing.

"Ngh..."

Unfortunately, while her flight means she can again glide and skip across the air, spinning without pause and moving in a way impossible to those without that power, her injuries appear to put quite the damper on that. "Gh..."

She's still trying though.

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[a_clockwork_melody]

[The park is a common place for Aurica to find herself in, the greenery reminding her of where she lived back home. The park is also a common place for apparently good music, so that's another reason.

The music guided her to where she would find this person in a blue form of sorts. There's a quirk of apprehension, not being sure what to make of it, but that passes as the being begins to dance rather gracefully and, in a way impossibly so, especially in the air like that. Until the sudden falter that is, which makes Aurica also notice the bandages, at which point she makes her way over in a hurry.]

Oh no! Are you alright? You shouldn't be stressing your body if you're hurt like that.

[windows_hyliaedition]

Fi pauses in her dancing and merely bows, despite the light grimace from the pain resulting. "I will be fine; it is not so dire an injury as appearance would imply."

Yes it is.

"To be able to practice dance as something more than an art of language is something I cannot leave for such a thing." You really should though.

[a_clockwork_melody]

There's no use hiding such an injury from her, especially when she feels she can do something about it.

"Please, let me try to help at least!", the girl insisted. Her voice is kind, but at the same time, one can't help but feel pressured by her notions. She continues to eye the bandages regardless, her face taking on a pitying look.

[windows_hyliaedition]

"Aah..." Mnnn...

Pressured indeed- and in the end Fi deduces that it would not only be rude to refuse, but quite illogical. If it heals her injuries, then that is only good, is it not?

"Very well," she decides, coming to sit on the ground. "May I assume that you are in possession of abilities which heal?" She's not entirely sure how else you wished to help otherwise, to be honest.

[a_clockwork_melody]

"Yes, I am. I'll try to do my best."

For once Aurica is particularly serious. It's the first of possibly many injuries she would have to look to during her stay here. She really wants to make a good impression, and since she unfortunately doesn't have all of her power back, she will just have to put that much extra effort in to help. Standing in place nearby, she clasps her hands towards her chest, closes her eyes and bows her head, preparing herself to sing.

You can do this, me. I'm not the same as the last time I was this weak at it. I believe this time.

Then, she begins to chant in a foreign language, Hymmnos, and the words come out somewhat shaky and rushed at first, but settle into a smooth and clear sound and rhythm.

Wee ki ga, exec swant yor.
Wee ki ga, exec swant yor.
(Fairly concentrated and wishing this to end soon, I will save you.)

Out of thin air, an Avatar appears over their heads, a little girl holding a small harp. It plucks the scale of strings back and forth, causing a cascade of blue lights to fall down over them. The effect, if it works, should moderately if not entirely heal those injuries that were sustained. The girl will repeat her chant for at least a few seconds longer unless stopped, though further repetitions have a diminished effect.

[windows_hyliaedition]

"Oh..?" She observes with much curiosity in addition to her typical attentiveness- music and magic are two of her 'interests' to say the least, so a combination of such...

The harp appears and as the light falls Fi closes her eyes, feeling a sort of energy upon her. the pain is indeed eased- while the wounds are probably not completely healed, what remains are little more than light bruises and scabbing cuts. She'll have to check to make certain of that of course, however when she opens her eyes the sensation of pain has largely decreased.

"..." Bringing a hand over the bandages briefly, she bows her head. "...I must thank you," she states honestly. "You bear powerful magics, it seems."

[a_clockwork_melody]

When the girl finishes chanting, the Song Magic dissipates into many ethereal feathers with a sound similar to glass breaking, and those soon vanish on their own. She bends forward just a notch in posture, fatigue setting in. Even though she used a controlled emotion, she still pushed herself a bit too hard back there.

♪ BGM: Sacrificial Song (R)

"I'm still missing a lot of it, but thank you, I did what, I could." And with that, she decides to sit down nearby, her breathing beginning to get harder to work with. "I just need a little rest, I'm fine," she preemptively notes with a wave of her hand, adding, "are you feeling alright now?"

late post is late ugh- >-<

[windows_hyliaedition]

She nods.

"I am." It's almost surprising actually- "...Thank you very much."

It's fine o/

[a_clockwork_melody]

Her breathing having relaxed, she begins to look over the one she helped. "You're welcome. ... I'm sorry but, what are you?" For someone that was so interested in being helpful, she's forgetting herself.

;u;

[windows_hyliaedition]

"I am the manifestation of the blade known as the 'Master Sword', meant to guide the first incarnation of the chosen Hero of the Goddess," she states somewhat robotically.

*patpats*

[a_clockwork_melody]

"... So you're saying you're sort of a living weapon," Aurica replies as she gets back up. Mayfield never stops surprising her with what it can bring here.

"I'm Aurica," she speaks as she curtsies in her blue Mayfieldian dress, "it's nice to meet you, er.. 'Master Sword'?" but falters at the end, not knowing if that was what they wanted to be called.