the war still rages on -- raid boss 2: the Captain

[nemhain.]

Nemhain was a naturally suspicious figure. Not only because of her position as a persona fit for combat and defense, but also because of her natural personality and the circumstances of her awakening. She had been awoken in the middle of a crisis, with enemies coming from all sides and a user that was slowly falling apart, on the very verge of collapsing in on herself if she didn't accept help from others. This made it so that Nem depended upon and trusted those that were already within Elysium, but those outside of their little tight knit group? Well, she wasn't as quick to trust them. She especially wasn't so quick to trust someone today, when the Captain had said he was going to attack them. The fenghuang might not have been the one who originally received the message, but Rin had relayed it to the rest of them, and after the usual round of people trying to decide whether Rin was worth protecting or not – she always was – they were all on edge, just waiting for the day when their opponent would show up. Nem could feel her every muscle tensed, her feathers pricked and sensitive as she lingered within the mountain camp. She had been stretching, getting ready for the day ahead of her and trying to decide what she wanted to do. Perhaps a hunting trip? Or a border patrol, to make sure that things were alright. She could do so fairly quickly, given her large wings and high speeds, and Rin wouldn't even be able to wake up before she returned.

However, her planning was interrupted by the shrill call of another – albeit much smaller – avian. Lifting her head, she eyed the albatross slowly, looking over his feathers and the saltwater dripping down onto the rock. He didn't quite smell right, at least not for his story. Sure, he smelled of the sea, but he didn't smell of the Typhoon. Nemhain had met enough of their people to know the scent was distinct. Salty, but not just of the sea. The persona's eyes narrowed briefly, her heart roaring in her ears. However, she tried to keep herself calm, not wanting to let him in on the fact that she was onto him. Sighing heavily, the fenghuang folded her wings in tight to her body, her head cocking to one side as she chirped deeply up at him, "...Hello, sir. My name is Nemhain, and I am connected to our magna. So you can speak to me, if you have information. I'm afraid Rim has been under a lot of stress lately. She needs rest." Behind "Albert," Nem attempted to use her powers to slowly raise up some ice shards from the puddles on the ground. She just let the shards linger in the air, pointed towards the albatross but not doing anything yes.