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♦ INTRODUCTION!
"Ah, what a burden to be great at everything."
// hello, and welcome! this is a closed RP blog featuring Claude von Riegan of FE:3H, affiliated with The Officer's Academy RP group (a link to the TOA can be found here)! really excited to start RPing with everyone :D !!
mun info can be found under the cut!
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nov. 2023 mission board (riding +1) | closed thread
"What happened to ladies first? I was only being courteo--fine," Claude relents, stepping forward. He clears his throat, knocking against the cave wall as if it were a door. "Hellooo? Anyone home?" He asks, stepping closer.
As he takes a careful step directly in front of the caravan, a cloaked figure suddenly materializes inside, appearing out of thin air with a puff of rather ominous smoke. Claude's eyes widen and he quickly steps back before squaring off his shoulders, obviously startled. However, he's able to sweep his initial discomfort under the rug with a calm smile, clasping his hands together politely. "Sorry, didn't see you there," he begins cooly, "I hear you sell the absolute finest of desserts that are--" Claude glances to the eerie sign out front, then back to the figure, "--completely safe and not creepy and not violating health regulations..?"
The figure nods, motioning with their head to a slip of parchment tacked to the side of the caravan, which lists off various ice cream flavors and their prices... All with names that, creatively enough, were death puns.
"Well. Would you look at that. Blood ice cream. It's strawberry flavored. How charming," Claude mutters, eyebrows raised in slight disbelief. With a quick sideways glance towards Hilda that definitely meant what-did-we-just-walk-into, his face shifts back into a completely (hopefully) unassuming smile as he turns his attention back to the figure. "Okay. I'll have the, uh... Carmel poison apple flavor! It says it's not real poison in the fine print. Very reassuring."
The shadowy character nods, then looks to Hilda, prompting for her response.
"Your turn. Anything catch your eye, Goneril?"
It was a rare occurrence to see Claude flustered, but she supposed that if there were ever any excuse, it would be the sudden appearance of a hooded figure in an enclosed space. Hilda took a single step to the side to shield herself with his body.
But it did little to conceal her from the vendor's attention.
"Oh! Um... Right." She stepped up to the counter to examine the flavours on offer. "I'll get the... Raze-berry...?" she suggested faintly. 99% of customers said this flavour obliterated their expectations! it proudly proclaimed.
The cloak dipped again in what she could only assume was a nod, and its hand reached out for a scoop. The pair watched in silence as he deposited two generous scoops onto the cones, one an unnatural shade of green, the other a bubblegum-pink.
The grey-ish, gnarled hand extended for payment. She turned to the brunet expectantly with a teasing tilt of her head.
"Well? Your treat, remember?"
Claude glances over his shoulder to his pink haired friend, flashing her a totally unassuming smile--though his eye seemed to twitch momentarily. Turning his attention back to the odd figure, he slowly reaches into the pocket of his uniform, withdrawing a few gold pieces and plopping them into the figure's cold hands.
When the figure offered them their desserts, Claude carefully takes them, eyeing the flavors hesitantly. "Uh. Yum..! These look... just like how I imagined they would," he murmurs, handing Hilda's ice cream to her. Looking back up at the figure, he notices it make some sort of... noise--hopefully a sound of approval--like a whisper. Not really a word, but a sound similar to an odd gust of wind... which was a bit unsettling, but what about this interaction wasn't?
Claude then motions to Hilda's dessert expectantly. "Well?...How is it?"
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We Will We Will Fetch Quest
"Colorless, AND odorless...?" He really ought to have expected something like this from Claude - his reputation preceded him after all, the craftiest of all House Leaders. Or at least that was the flattering words that got around. Ashe's surprise was not negligible despite this.
But, he shook his head and closed his eyes, reminding himself of what he was here for. At least he had his priorities straight!
"I.. don't think I will be asking what for, actually. I'm afraid I'm already pretty busy here... Maybe you could lend me a hand, if it's not much trouble? An apothecary back in town got chased by animals this morning, and it seems she misplaced her bag. She must've forgotten it or dropped it while running away. So, I offered to help look for it. You haven't happened to see anything of the sort, by any chance, have you?"
Claude crosses his arms, quirking an eyebrow. "Chased by animals? That's a pity. I guess I'll lend a hand... If I get something in return--a few gold pieces should suffice. C'mon, cough 'em up." He holds out a hand and pauses for a moment; just long enough for Ashe to think he wasn't joking, before flicking the freckled boy in the forehead, cracking a smile. "Just kidding. I'm not that desperate," Claude continues, turning on his heel and beginning to walk away with his hand on his hip, "but you might owe me one for this. I keep track of favors, you know."
The house leader points in the direction of a pathway carving through the forest's overgrowth, which was muddy and wet with excessive rain water. "Since it's been raining the past few days, I imagine we can track someone's footsteps in this muck pretty easily. Let's go find a trail, shall we?"
gentleness action prompts edit/interpret sender/receiver roles as you see fit
breathe - muse a holds muse b closely to help them wind down after a stressful day/event
stop - muse a holds muse b back from walking back out into the fray
melt - muse a holds muse b’s face gently, drawing circles into their cheeks with their thumbs
acceptance - muse a kisses muse b’s forehead and lingers
redemption - muse a holds muse b’s face together and rests their forehead against them
home - muse a pulls muse b closer until muse b’s face rests in the crook of muse a’s neck
finale - muse a wraps themself around muse b to keep them from harm
classics - muse a tends to muse b’s wounds with more care than necessary
honesty - muse a wipes muse b’s tears away from under their eyes
recovery - muse a rubs muse b’s back repeatedly to help work tension out their body
anxiety - muse a intertwines their fingers with muse b’s to ground themself
repose - muse a languidly slips into muse b’s arms while muse b is lying somewhere
subtlety - muse a gently brushes their hand over folds and wrinkles on muse b’s clothing
intimacy - muse a braids/brushes/works knots out of muse b’s hair
domesticity - muse a rests chin on muse b’s shoulder to read/see what they’re holding
second-nature - muse a runs their hand through muse b’s hair who’s leaning into them from behind
casual - muse a slinks their arms around muse b’s to sit closer
wounded - muse a sways muse b and themself back and forth as a soothing mechanism
care-taking - muse a rubs muse b’s arms repeatedly to get some warm into them
excuses - muse a brushes their thumb lightly against muse b’s rub some dirt/dust/etc away
courting - muse a rests one hand on muse b’s back and holds out the other for muse b to hold to help them climb up/down something
simplicity - muse a playfully runs their finger along the bridge of muse b’s nose in one swift motion
LET THEM EAT CAKE!
nov. 2023 mission board | closed thread
"Woah, c'mon, Blue, no need to get so down," says the student, clapping Hector on the back casually with a very Claude-esque smile. "There are no dumb ideas, only dumb execution. Well, honestly--" Claude taps his chin in thought before shaking his head, waving his open palms side to side, "Okay, scratch that, forget everything I just said. All we need to do is think outside the box. There are a few options, if we look at the bigger picture here.. I think."
Claude picks up his fork, twirling it around in his hand. "Firstly, ingredients aren't only imported right to the church doorstep. I'm sure we could find something. Secondly." He gestures with the same fork to the students around them, "We have an absolute plethora of unsuspecting faces who I'm sure would be willing to bargain with us for a few ingredients. Only issue is we can't necessarily find a work-around if they say no," Claude shrugs, "unless... Theoretically, we could start a little chaos and try to swipe what we find. For example, like... Oh, I dunno. A food fight, or something to that effect."
The Golden Deer leader's face shifts to take on a half sheepish, half mischievous expression. He was known for his scheming, after all. "But, you know, only as a last resort. Seems a bit unethical otherwise. Really fun, but unethical."
No dumb ideas, huh?
Hector knew many who’d beg to differ.
He would beg to differ.
Even so, as Claude continues, Hector lends an ear. The guy looks like the clever sort - might be he’ll have something smart to suggest in lieu of Hector’s half-cobbled attempt.
Watching Claude direct with his fork, Hector casts his eyes toward the students in question, the potential ‘unsuspecting faces’ all around.
Understanding alights in the Blue Lion’s expression, though it is quickly followed by no little hesitation.
“Unethical,” he repeats, brows lifting. Blazing hells, he’s hungry enough to actually consider it—
“I can’t. Not a food fight in times like these. I won’t abide waste.” Not even as a last resort.
That said…
“But as for bargaining, that might be worth our while. Of course, this implies we have something they want in the first place, something better than their poor excuse for a meal.”
He hums in thought.
“… Or we could challenge ‘em? You’re kinda noodly, but I bet you could take on a fair few in an arm wrestle - it’s all about the technique, did you know?”
Claude's eyebrows raise at Hector's sort-of-bluntness. "I'd hardly call this noodly. More like... lean muscle. But what I lack in physical strength I can more than make up in mental strength. I've been told I'm rather charismatic. By myself, mainly, but I can make some pretty good inferences--talking with people and whatnot." Claude then pokes Henry's arm, "You though, you could beat more than a few in an arm wrestle. So if that's your thing, fine. But I think any problem can be solved diplomatically. Observe."
Claude points to his right before smoothly standing up from his seat, striding over to another classmate about their own age. While he was far enough away that Hector couldn't hear what Claude was saying, the Golden Deer's expressions and gesticulations suggested he was trying to strike up a bargain. The student, on the other hand, was not amused. Their gaze was curious, listening to Claude talk with their utensil of food momentarily suspended a few inches from their face. Whatever Claude says seems to have annoyed the student, for they use said utensil to flick their spoonful directly at him--thankfully missing his face but splattering right on the bright yellow of his cape--before picking up their plate and curtly leaving.
Claude glances in Hector's direction, smoothing out the botched interaction with a calm smile and a wave of the hand, as if to say, "don't worry, that was just a test run"... and then promptly walks in another direction, towards a group of people.
Since good food has been hard to come by, the people that have it are more protective of it... and Claude has a tendency to push his luck. Maybe it's better to stop him before things get out of hand.
We Will We Will Fetch Quest
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"So, it should be around here...? This may not be as easy as I thought..."
Ashe had walked himself into a situation of sorts. A seemingly harmless promise to find a misplaced bag, knowing only that it was in the woods around the perimeter of Garreg Mach. He couldn't just leave the matter alone: if someone needed help, no matter how small a matter, Ashe had to help! If he couldn't even do this, what chances did he have to become a virtuous knight, really?
But, maybe he underestimated the task. He wasn't really afraid of wildlife, but... A satchel, on the floor, in the woods... even his sharp eyes might have have trouble spotting-
"Wait. That's..."
It's not the item he's looking for, but it's... someone? On the floor?? Napping, maybe? That uniform...
Ashe's steps quicken, and his eyes widen in recognition as he gets closer. That's Claude from the Golden Deer!
"Hello..? Are you alright?"
"Look who it is! Ashe, right?"
Claude waves in greeting, sitting up from where he was previously napping outside the Monastery "Of course I'm alright. Just relaxing after the stroke of genius I had this morning. I mean, you gotta applaud my ingenuity. A colorless, odorless poison! Pretty crafty, if I do say so myself" He rises to stand with a very Claude-like smile, casually leaning against a nearby tree. "Anyways, I figured it earned me some downtime. I would offer for you to test it out for me, but you seem... preoccupied."
Claude crosses his arms over his chest, raising his eyebrow. "What're you doing out here, so close to the forest?"
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faerghus-almyran alliance winter (kind-of-winter-but-its-summer) extravaganza
Ah. He was being uptight, wasn't he?
There were these clashes of ideology, occasionally, he found – those of a more rigid nature, and those more lackadaisical. In deriding Claude for his own lack of concern and consideration, he had done rather the same thing in return – overcompensating for what he'd seen as Claude's scheming, and becoming downright a wet blanket.
"No," he sighed, lowering his head briefly before raising his eyes to look his classmate in the eye, smiling a bit sheepishly. "It was my fault, I – I took you too seriously. An ironic reaction, for just a tease, isn't it?"
He cleared his throat, a stifled chuckle emerging from the sound, and considered a moment. "You know, we have times in Faerghus where we need to stay awake through the night as well – preventing visiting spirits from entering, to boot. Though there are different versions of that one, I guess. Some sing songs, some...some challenge the spirits to drinking contests."
The last part he said as though ashamed to admit it, and then felt guilt for his shame in turn.
Shaking off the sensation, he cocked his head, jerking his chin – there was a smattering of those in the village, who had come into the monastery proper for blessings of pilgrimage, but from some of the gathered flowers and streamers in their hands they seemed, too, to be preparing for their celebrations.
"Come, let's lend a hand. We can find out what they have to say about it."
"Pssh. No need to apologize, Your Princeliness. Already forgiven and forgotten," Claude shrugs, brushing his hands together as if dusting them off. He then follows the blond boy's gaze, resting on the very same sight--a group of civilians with decorations in tow. Barely even waiting for Dimitri to finish speaking, he bounds off to the group, waving them over.
"Hey there! Looks like you all have your hands full. Need some help?" He offers, instantaneously joining the village-goers as if he had known them for ages. They gratefully drop decorations in his previously empty hands, chatting amongst each other as they worked to beautify their surroundings. Now this was something Claude was good at. Having a borderline deep conversation about his childhood? Not exactly his fortè. Charming people into--well, in this case, doing something for them? Definitely more up his alley. Charisma was just one of his many talents (in his humble opinion), after all.
However, it seemed like efficiency wasn't one of those talents. As he attempts to hang up one of the banners that were supposed to be strung between two houses, he comes to the sudden realization that his reach was... just a bit too short. Claude exhales deeply through his nose at the prospect, ever so slightly frustrated. Great. That's not embarrassing at all or anything.
Resting his free hand on his hip, he holds the end of the banner in the other and turns to look over his shoulder at Dimitri. "Hey, Blondie! Uh. If you're not busy... I could use a hand."
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// please excuse the crunchy quality i sketched this on the back of my math notes :"D ANYWAYS HERE SHE IS!! the possible future princess of almyra (depending on the hypothetical post-timeskip endings) !! i was STRUGGLING to think of a name for her because i'm indecisive but i think it would be so cute if they named her after judith but everyone calls her judie/josie :D
anyways she's an axe wielder and inherited the crest of riegan! she resembles claude a lot in the face but i think she'd have pink hair/eyes like hilda :] personality-wise she's like crazy smart and strong-willed but she usually only uses it for personal benefit (aka obtaining things like jewelry, flowers, clothes, stuffed animals... anything fancy and/or cute!!! she takes after hilda hehe) she's also a people person and very charismatic :D
p.s. she 10000% has a baby wyvern thanks for coming to my ted talk
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[ can be in terms of appearance, personality, or both! ]
cha cha real smooth
There is no strong reason for her to turn the request down— In fact, whether or not he means what he speaks, she intends on holding him to the proposal of a favor. "I will remember those words. After all, this is taking time out of my day." A poor attempt at a joke, ending it with a sweeping hand towards her lips.
"I'm very serious, Claude," she retorts. "Why would I not be? If I am to teach you, there's no point in doing it haphazardly. You do need to follow the flow of your dancing partner, yes. However.. There's much more to it than that." A breath. "Technique, for starters." Adrestia's footwork and graceful movements remained at the forefront of her mind, instilling this knowledge even within the academy's space as its princess and a representative.
"I propose we begin there. Of course.. I have to see where your skill level is.." Judging by his hastened words thus far, Edelgard's expectations aren't astronomically high given all that she now knows. That is where she will step in. She gestures towards the empty space of the courtyard, extending her gloved hand: "Show me. I'll interject when necessary. You must know at least something to start us off with."
Claude glances away momentarily, then turns his gaze back to his ivory-haired classmate. "Ha. It's not often I make a fool of myself, Princess. Consider this a grand honor that you'll be the first to witness it," he says, attempting to lighten his own mood. "I'll start with what I do know, then."
Claude's clears his throat as he holds out his hands, as if pretending to dance with an invisible partner. "So, I can do the basics. Y'know, one-two-three, one-two-three," he begins, his steps matching the pace of which he counts. He isn't uncoordinated, but his skills are a little lackluster beyond a simple waltz. "But... Being a dancer is all about doing fancy moves with a weapon." He pauses, his hands casually resting on his hips, "and unfortunately, I don't think I can do a pirouette while knocking an arrow."
A smile graces his face, thinking about his words. "Well, actually, I bet I could, but you know what I mean."
STAY COOL!
nov. 2023 mission board (riding +1) | closed thread
Whilst Claude studied the landscape, a crease forming between his eyebrows, Hilda tapped her foot impatiently. Sure, she could have been helping, but that sounded much more difficult than performative petulance, and she was so much more talented at the latter anyway.
She clapped her hands in delight as her gaze followed his finger to the impression in the cliffside. "Excellent detective work. I knew I brought you along for a reason." She carried on quickly before the Deer could process the inaccuracy of that statement. "Though we haven't found it yet. I'd save your bragging, before we make our way over there to find a fat load of nothing."
Yet they headed in the direction that the brunet had indicated and as they rounded the corner, lo and behold, a large mobile caravan materialised in the mouth of the cave. A hastily constructed sign, swinging dangerously above the narrow steps up to the door, announced their destination as the Ice Creamatory. There was something odd about the way that the letters aligned... A stylistic choice, perhaps?
"This isn't shady at all," she mused as they approached. "But we have come all this way... Fortune favours the brave, I suppose." She stopped short and prodded him in the back. "You go first, though."
"What happened to ladies first? I was only being courteo--fine," Claude relents, stepping forward. He clears his throat, knocking against the cave wall as if it were a door. "Hellooo? Anyone home?" He asks, stepping closer.
As he takes a careful step directly in front of the caravan, a cloaked figure suddenly materializes inside, appearing out of thin air with a puff of rather ominous smoke. Claude's eyes widen and he quickly steps back before squaring off his shoulders, obviously startled. However, he's able to sweep his initial discomfort under the rug with a calm smile, clasping his hands together politely. "Sorry, didn't see you there," he begins cooly, "I hear you sell the absolute finest of desserts that are--" Claude glances to the eerie sign out front, then back to the figure, "--completely safe and not creepy and not violating health regulations..?"
The figure nods, motioning with their head to a slip of parchment tacked to the side of the caravan, which lists off various ice cream flavors and their prices... All with names that, creatively enough, were death puns.
"Well. Would you look at that. Blood ice cream. It's strawberry flavored. How charming," Claude mutters, eyebrows raised in slight disbelief. With a quick sideways glance towards Hilda that definitely meant what-did-we-just-walk-into, his face shifts back into a completely (hopefully) unassuming smile as he turns his attention back to the figure. "Okay. I'll have the, uh... Carmel poison apple flavor! It says it's not real poison in the fine print. Very reassuring."
The shadowy character nods, then looks to Hilda, prompting for her response.
"Your turn. Anything catch your eye, Goneril?"
sometimes friendship is a 6'1 goth guy and his emotional support gremlin
Hubert knows who Claude is. Is there anyone within this monastery who does not? A very cunning figure if the rumors are to be believed, and the leader of the Golden Deer house. Of course such an individual would intrigue Hubert.
He has heard plenty of things about Claude. Both positive and negative. He is glad for a chance to learn firsthand which are true and which are not.
"Partially?" he asks, amused. Sure, he should have reached out to the other sooner rather than later, but he had things to attend to. If he were to admit it, he would see that Claude also much have been overwhelmed with work.
Well, no matter.
"Three different elixirs and poisons, hm?" he repeats. "I'm interested to know what your experience with these are. If you are at all adept at even one of them, surely this will go by without issue. If you do not, however..."
He takes the paper from Claude and looks down at it with narrowed eyes. This is not altogether that difficult, he finds, and when he looks back up he almost smiles.
"Even then, this will not be difficult. Let's get to work."
"Ooookay, woah there, big guy," Claude says, his tone defensive yet obviously unserious as he gently takes the paper back. "I am very adept. Like, super adept. My adeptiveness is through the roof! Believe me, I've been making poison since I could hold a vial." He pauses, face scrunching up in thought. "It sounds a little odd when I say it like that, but the point is--" he folds his hands together and takes a deep inhale, "--I'm good at what I do. Very efficient, beyond the procrastination this one time."
Looking down at the table where the paper lies, he begins to sift through the contents. "See? Looks easy enough," Claude muses, tapping the page in which their instructions were written:
'Yourself and your partner must create the following:
A vulnerary capable of healing at least minor injuries.
A poison that would cause significant damage when applied to the tip of an arrow.
An antitoxin that would be able to reverse the effects of said poison.
You will be graded on ability to recreate all concoctions, effectiveness, and potency.
Then, in big, bold letters:
Any distribution of said concoctions will result in an automatic failure.
"Man. There goes my plans," Claude remarks sarcastically, smiling at his own quip. His face relaxes as he continues, "Seriously though, we should probably get to work. This grade isn't gonna become a 100% by itself. Hm... any ideas in mind for where exactly we should get ingredients for this, though?"
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Ah, so it seems their roads cross here.
It is hardly puzzling to find Edelgard amidst the academy's halls, dismissing those words to be that of Claude's usual patterns. A hint of surprise dwells on her face, noting the request with a quirk of the brow. "Oh? I would hope you had asked your own classmates before going to me. Or.. Might you be asking simply because I am the first you ran into?" A breath. "Regardless, it doesn't change my response."
She runs a hand through white locks, confidence swelling in every utterance: "As it were, I do know how to dance. In fact, I've mastered that class some time ago." Memories of old sat in her mind— Adrestia's affairs seared into the young princess, its intricacies crystallized for as long as the blossoming emperor would allow it to. Edelgard considers herself a decent dancer; it is one constant none could take away from her.
How odd to see the Golden Deer house leader so puzzled like this, let alone going to her for aid. She holds no particular qualms with it, only merely perplexed. Nonetheless, she does wonder what the turnout might be.
"It would do you well to understand the basics, if nothing else. The Ethereal Ball is slowly approaching. If you'd like my assistance, you must know I won't go easy on you. Are you prepared for that?"
"Y'know, I thought about going to my classmates, but I ruled majority of them out. Raphael is hardly coordinated, Hilda would probably never let me live it down, Marianne barely wants anything to do with me as it is, yada yada..." Claude lists, waving his hands dismissively, "look, not important. Doesn't have to be a big deal or anything, I'm just asking for a quick favor that I may or may not return in the future depending on if that's what criteria needs to be met so you can help me--and then we go our separate ways!"
Claude pauses, thinking for a moment as he fiddles with the little golden cuff clasped to the end of his braid. Either he was genuinely in need of help, or he was overplaying the part for some appeal to emotion; either seems like something he'd do, but either way, obviously he wanted to pass with flying colors... or at least somewhat airborne colors. Dancing in of itself seemed hard enough, but along with carrying a weapon that Claude wasn't even well-versed in seemed like a double negative.
"Woah-woah-woah, wait a minute," he then continues, his nose scrunching up when he frowns, though he's obviously unserious, "you 'won't go easy on me'? With dancing? I thought this was like, gonna be a go-with-the-flow and feel the rhythm type of thing, not a crazy training regimen. I mean, hey, you're the boss, Princess, but you're being sarcastic... Right?"
ACTIVITY CHECK: JANUARY
STATUS: passed
ACTIVITY POINTS: +1
RANK: bow D+ -> C (deadeye combat art learned!)
