[TheSpatialWeeg]

...well, this was an upside-down castle, alright. Probably a bit weird it being taken so...literally. One had to wonder how does that even work? Was it held like this with some sort of powerful magic? it had to be something like that, otherwise there would be no sense to this all.

In any case, near the...'entrance', which was just the window to what would originally be the top, stood Amitie, fiddling with the blue bow adorning her now onyx-black hair as she waited for everyone to show up. Well...at least Raffina was here to help her! And some other two people she didn't really know, but the fact that they wanted to help her made her sound like they were nice people, right? ...Right?? Maybe she should've kept this private...

As Raffina would approach, Amitie would immediately hug her girlfriend tightly, for a mix of affection and...seeking comfort. She would stay there for a bit, before breaking the hug and look at the other fondly. "Sorry I had you come over here to help me out. I'm...really such a klutz, huh~?" she asked, criticizing herself with a playful jab. "But, with you around, I think things will go 100% perfecto!" she said with a bright and hopeful smile.

When the other two came around, the once-blonde girl would wave at them. "Hiya! I'm Amitie! My dream is to become a fantastic sorceress!" she said, striking a pose and winking at the two of them. "...though right now, I can't do much sorcering since that guy took all my magic away...but he's here! I can sense my magic somewhere deeper within the castle. It's...calling to me..." she added, looking a bit up from the window before turning back to the assembled group.

"--oh! Yeah, maybe I should mention how this magic stealing guy looks like! I don't want to have him stealing anyone else's magic!" she said. "Soooo he wears this big, white and red robe that like...covers almost his entire body. His head has a like a mask and a white hat, and he's like...thiiiis tall? Like, if Raffina and I were to piggyback off each other, we'd be as tall as that guy! So be careful!" she mentioned. 

Amitie takes a deep breath. "Sooo...is everyone ready to go? I'll try my best to help everyone!" she said, fist pumping as she did a resolute face at her current teammates. "--Oh! And I'll try to answer questions as we go!"

[Raffina]

Raffina was just pulling herself through the window at the bottom of the house, cautiously looking back in a manner that suggested she was very afraid of tripping and falling on her face as she did this, when Amitie surprised her with a hug! Huh? Oh--! Oh well this was nice. Raffina reflexively embraced Amitie in return, lifting the shorter girl up off the ground for a couple of seconds and holding her close in a possessive fashion before setting her back down. Funnily enough, Amitie had just made her feel like she was worth something before she'd even done anything. If only she had the courage to let her know how much she appreciated her. ...Maybe later.
“...Get 'really' real.” Raffina quipped in her best imitation of Amitie. “There's nowhere I'd rather be, Princess. Especially if it means I get to crack the skull of whoever's been causing you so much trouble.” she went on to reassure, delicately faking a knuckle cracking gesture while winking at Amitie.

She then took a position nearby, waiting for the others to join. When she saw Vaati, she'd give him a slightly curious look, but seemed to refrain from asking whatever it was that was on her mind. Perhaps an invasive thought about artificial grape flavor better left unasked. However, Hilda got a much more pronounced reaction of discreet horror upon seeing this princess in full regalia climb through the window to join them. Immediately her body language shifted to a lot more anxious. She hadn't been expecting to meet unknown royalty today! Was this a friend of the kingdom she didn't know about? Should she curtsey? What should she do?! Following Amitie's lead, the clearly anxious Raffina chimed in right after. “I'm Raffina. My dream is to be a princess.” she more or less blurts out. You can kinda see the light leaving her eyes as she realizes she probably sounded immature and foolish for saying that the moment after she finishes. Her gaze falls a bit a moment or two later. “...Lllllet's go.” she offered in a defeated tone in response to Amitie's question. The before she embarasses herself further was implied.

Raffina 200/200 HP 70/70 Shield

[LuckiCorii]

Hilda had arrived on the scene, having floated down gently from above using her magic. Landing on her feet without a sound, the sole Monarch of Lorule took a look at the others that were to accompany her. She gently nods as she's greeted... somewhat properly, though not with the level of respect she may have wanted. Regardless, it wasn't a time for pleasantries.

Hilda tightly folds her arms. "My name is Hilda. Princess Hilda of Lorule." She firmly greets, a particular sternness to her and a rather determined aura. Hey, Raffina gets to meet another Princess. "As of now I carry no passions or dreams, however I am currently in the process of trying to understand such foreign, unpredictable grounds." Hilda makes note not to discuss the whole 'dream to be a princess' thing, silently and discreetly scrutinizing Raffina. It's... not an easy dream, nor is it an easy life... Especially from what she's seen and been through. A whole bout of desperation in protecting her own beloved.

After a short pause, Hilda promptly turns towards towards Amitie. "Excuse me. Amelie, was it? So you're the one whose magic was wrongfully stolen from them, correct?" Hilda asks, just to reconsolidate her knowledge of the situation that was soon to grow from its rather lacking state.
"...Then allow me to come to your aid. I despise thieves. Vehemently, as such." Hilda scowls in the direction of the tower. Her emotionally charged tone seemed to flicker on and off with these words, and it's unclear whether there's a greater meaning to her boiling hatred.
"Let us proceed, and swiftly!" She half-demands, impatient and driven towards the retrieval of Amitie's magic, raising a gloved finger towards the top of the tower.

[Witch the Braixen]

A well-dressed braixen in a pointy black hat approaches, the shortest of the group I'm pretty sure. None of you all are garden gnome height right? She glances at the 'borrowed' book she took and awkwardly shifts it behind her back, as if insecure Hilda would somehow know she wasn't supposed to have it. Not returning a library book is exactly the same as stealing, right? Honestly just being around someone in princess garb gave her butterflies in her stomach. And not just because they were pretty either or their fashion was impeccable. ...It was because she didn't trust royals not to have her executed if she didn't mind herself. She was a nobody, and would have zero recourse if they did. Best to respect their sovereignty and avoid saying anything incriminating while she was here, for her own sake.

...Though she'd be lying if she said she didn't feel just a little inadequate next to these tall beauties. She felt like a potato in a sack in comparison to at least two of them, but at least the girl she was contracting with wasn't mogging her. She supposed that if one were an experienced magician, they had zero excuse not to look nice. Something to look forward to, she thought to herself.

"...Hi. I don't have a name. I don't ... like my name." Witch begins before quickly correcting herself. She appears overtly shy. "My dream is to ... " she begins before trailing off into a mumble. Actually no. Mentioning that she wanted to be a witch was a really bad idea. It only took one of them having a problem with witches to make a scene. Better rethink that quick. She holds her head up and nervously smiles. "I want to be a wonderful magician!" she declared, feigning innocence. She at least had reason to believe magic wasn't taboo, judging by the mission description. "I'm here to help. I'm also hoping to learn magic after we're done here. Ready when you are..." she added, drifting back to being sheepish. She didn't really have anything to bargain with other than her broom, and she didn't want to lose that, so she just had to hope throwing her weight around would earn her some kindness in return.

Witch Damage: 0/150 Shield Damage: 0/50