The architecture held many similarities to the buildings and offices back in the central hub of the Imperial government. That little solace keeps the usually collected soldier at ease, but unfortunately not by much. Unsure of whether some divine intervention had brought her to this illusory world, or that the explosion had ended her life and sent her to the oddest of realms as a result of her actions, the silver-haired sword hand is all but lost as she looks from side to side like a deer in the headlights. Training was lost, left in the recesses of her mind while she feels a panic swell in her chest.
However, even in the dire circumstance of arriving in an unknown land, the woman keeps to herself. Steeled lips remain closed, not so much as suggesting the need for aide, but anyone passing her could tell that she's lost. She's frightened, uneasy, and possibly hostile, or at least that's the impression her eyes give as people draw closer to her person.
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3/Housing
The poor soul who has to put up with the high and mighty attitude of a woman bred in hierarchy has no idea what they are in for. A single boot kicks in the front door of the run-down looking housing. Living on the battlefield meant housing conditions might often be nothing but a blanket and the clouds above as your roof, but being the elite soldier that she was, Selvaria had often managed to secure herself warmer accommodations compared to where the grunts and other officers hung their helmets. Being a lap dog to the Emperor had it's perks, but unfortunately without Maximillian here to aide her, she was left to wherever the government saw fit to place her.
"This house is now under rule of an officer of his majesty, the Emperor Maximillian of the Imperial Forces. If you have any objection to this claim, speak now, so I might sever your tongue from your mouth and toss it in the bin where it belongs.."
Selvaria Bles - Valkyria Chronicles
The architecture held many similarities to the buildings and offices back in the central hub of the Imperial government. That little solace keeps the usually collected soldier at ease, but unfortunately not by much. Unsure of whether some divine intervention had brought her to this illusory world, or that the explosion had ended her life and sent her to the oddest of realms as a result of her actions, the silver-haired sword hand is all but lost as she looks from side to side like a deer in the headlights. Training was lost, left in the recesses of her mind while she feels a panic swell in her chest.
However, even in the dire circumstance of arriving in an unknown land, the woman keeps to herself. Steeled lips remain closed, not so much as suggesting the need for aide, but anyone passing her could tell that she's lost. She's frightened, uneasy, and possibly hostile, or at least that's the impression her eyes give as people draw closer to her person.
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3/Housing
The poor soul who has to put up with the high and mighty attitude of a woman bred in hierarchy has no idea what they are in for. A single boot kicks in the front door of the run-down looking housing. Living on the battlefield meant housing conditions might often be nothing but a blanket and the clouds above as your roof, but being the elite soldier that she was, Selvaria had often managed to secure herself warmer accommodations compared to where the grunts and other officers hung their helmets. Being a lap dog to the Emperor had it's perks, but unfortunately without Maximillian here to aide her, she was left to wherever the government saw fit to place her.
"This house is now under rule of an officer of his majesty, the Emperor Maximillian of the Imperial Forces. If you have any objection to this claim, speak now, so I might sever your tongue from your mouth and toss it in the bin where it belongs.."