"Dreams don't fill the belly."

Independent Rp blog for Python From Fire Emblem Echoes. Semi-selective and OC friendly. [UNDER CONTRUCTION]

[vwyn19]

some sov sketches from twitter (click for dumb captions)

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of-invisible-ties:

@aimlessarchxr II Starter Call

“You’re an archer, correct?”

Luthier approaches him with intrigue. It interests him that mere mortal bows have a longer reach than magic, and he quite wonders why that has become fact. Is it due to the make of the bow or the skill of its wielder? Or would giving magic a longer range exhaust the caster to a lamentable extent, and therefore mages abstain from extending the range? He wishes to observe the fact for himself.

“If you would so allow me, I’d like to accompany you during our next skirmish. I wish to watch you sling your arrows and draw conclusions based on my observations. Might I ask for your assistance?”

“What tipped you off: the bow or the bow?” 

Luthier...he was the newer addition to their little guild here. Guild? They were getting too big for that title. Army. Either way, the man was pretty peculiar. He definitely had a complex of sorts...and he was tempted to ask if the rumor that his only friend was a cat was true. But he was skilled mage and a damn good addition to the army, so he wouldn’t complain too much. If he was weird, he wouldn’t be the first one to be such here. His sarcasm was a natural response, leading him to working his way around it after. 

“ Man, take me out to dinner before you ask me to sling my arrows. But sure, help yourself. I wouldn’t mind your skills on the battlefield. Why are you so interested in my archery though? You seem pretty set in your spells, so I’m a little confused.” 

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cxrsedsilence:

Nix thought these catacombs would be a good place to hide after slipping away from the Rigelian army. The original plan was that she and her brother both would escape when they could, once in Zofia. Though that hit a snag when he was ordered to march into a different part of Zofia instead, getting separated from her. He did instruct her to leave when she was able anyway, holding faith that they would reunite in due time. Though this wasn’t going as she thought it would..

This archer was a lookout for these catacombs, meaning someone had set up camp in this place. Either Mila had a thing against Rigelians in general or this was Duma punishing her for his own reasons. That was pointless to think upon much longer, the issue before her was most important. The silverette slowly rose her hands up a little, showing that she wasn’t about to reach for her weapon. “To be honest.. I was fighting for Rigel until some time ago. I ran away and thought I could hide in here until things cooled down. I.. never wanted to attack Zofians, my brother and I just wanted a better life here. That’s all.”

“So you’re originally Rigelian, huh? You’re honest at least.” If she was looking for trouble she would have long since attacked. Instead, the dame was raising her hands to prove that she was without ill intentions. If she fled the enemy like she was saying, then the other side would have her head sooner than the Deliverance. After all, they didn’t really attack innocent people, regardless of their original standing. However, he wasn’t about to stick his foot in his mouth and say that. It wasn’t like he was leader or had a true say in the matter. That was all up to Clive...or the Mycen dude that they were going to pick up. He didn’t want that responsibility. 

“Look, I admire you for being truthful and all, but it ain’t my say about whether or not you are safe here. Further more, you’ll find some pretty nasty beasts if you go any farther in there. Didn’t really take care of the terror problem when we set up camp. The best that I can offer is you sticking around here with me...as much of a pain that is for me. You were once Rigelian so I can’t have you trouncing around with the rest of us.” 

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silvercrossblade:

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                             ⚔  ▸▸      “ … …???” That nickname for him was rather unpleasant one, most be of those people with lack of common sense and always be a clown. Lass Neal Isolet detested clowns ( Especially Circuses ), and suddenly, his impression of this man start off with a sour note. His only saving grace, nothing appeared on his face, but a perfect face having been carved from marble. Stony. Expressionless. Impassive. 

                           “Who had said I could not?” He hadn’t realized wandering around in an unknown land, he would need ‘permission’ to certain areas. Thusly, limiting him to where his freedom are reign. It was more than obvious, plain as day, the Striker was not native here… or in this world generally speaking. A stranger through and through. It wasn’t because he’s entering purely out of spite to break laws, it was rather the very glaring fact; he hadn’t known… and very much  L O S T  on top of it all. ( Not that he would admit this. ) It was mortifying enough as it is.

“ I do believe it was me...considerin’ I just said that you need to explain yourself first.” Don’t tell him he was dealing with one of those annoying people that think they can help themselves to wherever they want. He could be the same, but it was annoying when it pertained to him. If they were going to get ballsy about it, then it meant that he was in charge of making sure they behaved. Where was a more willing, responsible person when you needed them. At the cold face, a hand pressed itself to his hip and his weight shifted, the soft click of his bow moving with him following. 

“Look, kid, how about we make this easy for both of us: you tell me who you are and if you have an affiliation with anyone, and voila, both of us have our priorities taken care of.” And with that decision, Python was letting himself drop back against a barrel, grabbing for an apple to munch on. “So let’s start it, huh? My name is Python. You’re name is...?” 

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espadadeazul:

A dance just barely completed, the end a mix of of his mother’s original end and his… own finisher. Quite honestly, he is still adjusting to everything here - unlike back home, where at least he is more familiar with the time, due to the cruel closeness in years. Speak not of his origins, no, a past created by fabrications, woven by the drive to keep things as in order as possible, must be said instead. 

As Lazuli’s dance comes to a close, he hears… applause? Instantly, his face reddens, and he can hardly stand to look at where sound came from - composure? Absolutely rattled. 

“T-Thanks..!” He quickly pushes out. Shoot… Of course this other member of the Deliverance is curious, and with good reason at that. It isn’t often that a man dances alone, in this time at least, he’s gathered. But as to where he’s from, well… at least he has general geography to go with. 

It’s the when that matters more, not that anyone would pick that up. 

“From the east, I’ve been travelling for awhile now, helping other people, lovely lasses included, gain a more peace-worthy state… of m-mind. One more smile… to the world has been my goal. My dance… was a born-gift.” That he’s only showed a few people deliberately, and that the real reason he make more of a statement here is because he has the reborn confidence of his mother behind him and the fact that it really is just the two of them. 

This outdoor spot near the hideout still feels so peaceful, despite the beating of his heart.

Admittedly, he had wanted to surprise and embarrass the man. It was just so satisfying to do. Let the boy dance his heart out! Not like Python was about to judge him--everyone should do whatever the hell they want without worrying about someone questioning them. He did, anyways. Besides that, He looked like he was enjoying himself dancing like that. 

Someone could smile all they wanted to look happy, but Python personally thought that this was the happiest smile that he had seen from him. He looked like he was in the zone. 

“Is that so. I heard that in the east they use dance for a moral boost or something in battle. I could definitely see you boosting some people up...getting the ladies too if that’s what you’re aimin’ for.” With one more dull clap of the hands, Python was pulling himself down from his location, making him way closer to...Lazuli right, for more appropriate conversation. “Either way, its pretty optimistic that you want some smiles through these hellish wars. Makes me think there is some good in the world.” 

“What brings you here?” 

[teiahnex]

I had a whole page of sketchy Pythons but something happened to my file and this is all i have left : ^) 

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“Muuuch better.” Feet in the sands, there was a heavy sigh offered along with his stretch. “I like the beach now that there’s less people.” 

[fallxnprxnce]

What I do not care about with RPing:

Reply length

Reply speed

Typos

Continuity errors (especially for long-running threads)

Whether your RP blog is a sideblog

Your RP blog’s aesthetic

Unique fonts in posts

Unique muse icons

Special post formatting

What I do care about with RPing:

Having fun

Pride in and enthusiasm for writing our muses

The chance to make friends with you

Entertaining and challenging ourselves as writers

Our thread(s) contributing to the development of our muses

Having fun

Looking forward to seeing where our story will take our muses

Growing as a writer with you

Having fun

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fleurprxnce:

❣-                             “ overly prepared? i wouldn’t say that. perhaps just.. oh, alright, i’m a bit over prepared, but there was a discount! and i had money! ”

a pout came to the pink haired male’s face, but at least python wasn’t teasing too much.

❣-                             “ but.. well, it is a beach. there’s water and sand, and plenty of stalls on the boardwalk! and i think robin mentioned some kind of ‘ sno cone social? ’ uh.. do you have a roommate? not to offer to be yours, but just.. in general. ”

“Just accept who ya are, kiddo. You’re prepared and I filled most of my bag with useless items.” Total acceptance in himself, obviously, as he was jesting with the boy. They should all be impressed that he actually packed something considering he just fully learned about this event late yesterday evening. But hey he was here now! Plenty of new faces around too. 

“Snow cones, sure sounds like fun! No roommate though, figured I’d sort that stuff out later.” Python was much more of a ‘sit back and see how it rolls out’ kinda guy..which would more than likely come to bite him in the ass later when he was without a room. “What about you? You’re mister prepared so I’m sure you already have that all sorted out for yourself.” 

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rubeusmiles:

A sigh, Lukas knew Python would be part of the people who’s forget something, but not that much. “Why am I not surprised to see you forgot almost everything, Python? I thought you’d be more responsible. There is even an hat in the bag, and shoes if you happen to hurt your feet or need them out of the beach.”

“ Now, you can’t say you aren’t surprised then say you expected more of me. Further more, you’re woundin’ me with these words when we’re supposed to be having fun.” He hardly sounded offended like his words might suggest...especially while he was grabbing a pair of sandals for himself. How deep was this bag anyways?? 

“I couldn’t fit this stuff because I brought your sand pails and stuff. You said you wanted a castle, yeah? I’m making sure we have a damn good one if I have to build one with you.” 

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@rubeusmiles replied to your post: drags himself and his luggage in fashionably late ...

Holds out a bad with all the necessaries inside to the other, he packed extras for everyone, he /knew/ someone was bond to forget something.

“ Luke, my ginger boy. I knew that you would come through.” He was the very person that was expected to forget, he is guessing. “You have sunglasses, sunscreen, and towels. Everything that I forgot!” 

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fleurprxnce:

❣-                             “ ..uh. i don’t work here. i just.. might have bought a little too much sunscreen for the week. ”

“Ah, so the overly prepared type, huh? Can’t say I haven’t met your type.” He’s surrounded by them really. “But, if you’re a guest here too maybe you can tell me what’s fun to do around here.” 

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quietly distributes sunscreen to him

“man, the service time here is unreal.” 

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drags himself and his luggage in fashionably late 

“Alright. Who has sunscreen, because a burnt Python is not a happy Python.” 

[creamcheese-rpmemes]

Injured/Injury Starters

Injured

“Oh shit, are you alright?”

“Dude, I don’t think you’re alright.”

“Blood’s not supposed to be coming from there…”

“That looks broken.”

“Can you move your __?” 

“Are you okay?”

“That doesn’t look good.”

“Who did this?”

“Did you do this to yourself?”

“How did this happen?”

“We need to get you to a hospital.”

“Do you need to go to a hospital?”

“That’s not supposed to bend that way.”

“Do you want me to look at it?”

“Don’t move, you’ll make it worse!”

“Stop moving!”

“There’s so much blood.”

“I’ll see if I have a first aid kit.”

“Just… Stay here and I’ll get help.”

“How did you even do this?”

“This happened in a fight?”

“Walk it off.”

“It’s not that bad.” 

“I think you need stitches.”

“You dumbass.” 

Injury

“I think I hurt myself.”

“I can’t feel my __.”

“I think my __ is broken.”

“Shit, that hurts to move.”

“I don’t think I can get up.”

“I’m going to try to get up.”

“Can you go get help?” 

“I need help.”

“I think I’m going to pass out.”

“I don’t think there’s supposed to be that much blood.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“I got [shot, stabbed, etc].”

“I can’t walk.”

“I don’t think I need to go to a hospital.”

“I think I need to go to the hospital.”

“Stop laughing, this hurts.”

“My last words better not be stupid.”

“That was a dumb idea.”

“Shit, that burns.”

“I’m fine… really.”

“Damn, I can’t get the bleeding to stop.”

“I got into a fight…”

“I feel lightheaded.”

“It hurts to move.”

“Can you look at it for me?” 

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I have the attention span of a gnat--

My dad is catching up to me in F.ire E.mblem so I must go destroy him and continue being ahead. I will be on tomorrow maybe!!

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rubeusmiles:

“Why, yes, if they are safe and happy, I am also feeling safe and happy? Watching people having fun is already enough for me. But, I was planning on building a sandcastle, would you help me? As for the other activities… I fear I’ll have to decline, since I am part of the cheer squad, it would be rather bad if I were to cheer while drunk or hurt because I punched sharks…”

He choses to ignore the last part on purpose, being a mommy is real fun Python, okay??

“ Gods. Why do I hang out with such lame people. Look, how about this: I do what you want to do and in exchange, we do what I want to do. We’ll build a sandcastle together” Translation: he will watch you build a sandcastle and give very lackluster cheers. “ and then we will do something I want to do. Not gettin’ drunk, just fun. Deal?”