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@cognitivus-blog
“ Robin, you’ve been with us for quite some time. Are the memories of your past still fuzzy? “
“As fuzzy as they were the day before, I’m afraid.” The answer comes easy to him. “I appreciate the concern, milady. However, there are far more pressing matters at hand.”
From his coat, he retrieves a roll of parchment and occupies a seat on the other side of the table. “We must prepare for the next war meeting. Our next battle will be a crucial one.”
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♛ ┊ GEROME
—— ❛ I WOULD IMAGINE your opinion of me is rather…. lacking. ❜
The two got along fairly well, for the most part, and he definitely counted her among those closest to him, but in the end, he can hardly imagine her spouting compliments about him – in any context.
“Severa tends to... over exaggerate and I’m not one to make judgements on people whom I’ve never met face-to-face.”
“I’m Robin, the Ylissean Tactician. I do apologize not having met you earlier Chrom requires me to be in many places at once.”
♛ ┊ Interesting...
SHE CHUCKLES in return, the tip of her index finger dragging a bishop across the board, allowing it to halt at a position that does lead result in any casualties at her side. “Please. You offer kind words – especially when you, yourself, are quite skillful at this.” A pause. “Check.” Another pause.
“You are purposely prolonging this, are you not? I have already noticed.”
She commended him and then put him in check. Ha! A cheeky one, indeed. “Oh, heaven’s no. I’m playing to the best of my ability.” Robin says, bringing a pawn to his king’s safety. It’s half a lie, considering he played this game very passively in order to dissect her play style. A common strategy that is often applied by most capable chess players. But, he found her to be incredibly interesting. She was smart and varied her behavior in order to keep him guessing. Robin was intrigued. “You’re just a very capable opponent.”
♛ ┊ Lucina
‘ Hmm, maybe — ! A party for such an occasion sounds like a marvelous idea, and I’m positive everyone else would say the same ! ’
“Yes, I was thinking a party would help reduce the stress of our troops.” Morale was low and stress was high. As a result, it everyone’s performance began to dwindle. Such were the affects of war and war alone. “Still, I didn’t think you’d agree to it. Didn’t take you for a very... festive person.”
♛ ┊ Dearest.
She smiles cheekily at the elder as she steps forward to take her own sword, her free hand waving his comment off. ❝ Heh, no need to worry about me, daddy. I’m confident I won’t lose. ❞ She was well aware of the effects, her real father teaching her all about the do’s and don’t’s of the battlefield, but when someone becomes a survivor… Well, she couldn’t help the cockiness. Plus, she was excited to be sparring against her dad! Though, it’s not as if she’d truly say that aloud.
With a test swing of her sword, she’s walking a fair distance away, an arm raising as she calls out. “If you go easy on me just because I’m your daughter, I’m stealing some of your dinner later.”
While he may have been her father, at this point in time, Severa had more experience in the battlefield than he. Her confidence was justified. “Go easy? I wouldn’t dream of it.” No, but seriously, he wouldn’t. He couldn’t afford to. Severa moved fast and hit hard, making it easy to overwhelm her opponent. A poor match up for Robin, whose close quarter combat skills came secondary to his magic. If he had any chance of winning, it would be to find an opening in her movement. Though... easier said than done... That mischievous glint in her eyes is a little unnerving. “I’m ready when you are.”
♛ ┊ TOADJUDICATE
“Excellent move,” Robin comments, moving his pawn one tile upwards. “Where did you become so skilled at chess?”
♛ ┊ WYVERNESE
“Ah, so you’re the Gerome I’ve heard about. Severa has told me so much about you.”
....Mostly in the form of complaints, but if it’s any consolation, she complains about you the most. Must mean something.
STARTER CALL
MUTUALS like for a starter! I’ll get to these after I get back!
♛ ┊ Th-tharja
—– cognitivus.
❝Robin…. Hello. Are you done with work?❞
She gives him a moment to process her presence, as it’s something she’s not sure he is aware of when she first speaks. She’s only been there a few minutes, really – it’s just that watching him work is fascinating to her, inspiring even.
❝I’ve made you something, if you’d like to take a sip. It’s not harmful, I promise. I tested it on plenty of animals beforehand – rest in pieces to those first few, I guess – but it’s fine now.❞
She’s beginning to grow a little bit embarrassed now, arms holding her tome even closer to her body while her fingers clasp the vial she offers him. She looks to her side, awaiting a response. A smile begins to creep onto her face, hopefully remaining unseen – she needs to suppress a giggle, in fact. something oh so difficult for the mage, but she manages nonetheless.
Robin was never someone to leave a task half finished. As soon as the war meeting was finished, he hid away in his tent until he was satisfied with us work and the tactician was a very, very, harsh critic. Such work habits often kept him awake until ungodly hours of the night when everyone was asleep.
Everyone but Tharja, apparently.
“A-AH! Thar...ja? How long have you--” He pauses, taking a deep breath. “Please don’t sneak up on me when I work.”
Tired eyes fall on the vial and then back at her.
“In... in pieces? As in, no longer in a single piece?” This... was concerning. He didn’t know how he felt about drinking something that had previously decimated animals in it’s development. But he did know that he didn’t want to meet the same fate as they.
“I... I appreciate it, but I’m okay. Thank you.”
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❝ IF I RUN, I WON’T BE ABLE TO FACE HER. THEN I REALLY WOULD LOSE HER. ❞
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❝ I CAN’T LET HIM SEE ME BACK DOWN. ❞
♛ ┊Cordelia.
cognitivus liked for a starter
The young woman had just been strumming her lyre – because let’s face it, a full-sized harp would be a pain to travel with – to the tune of a warrior’s ballad. Although she didn’t fancy herself much of a singer, she still hummed along all the same.
It took her a while to notice that she was no longer the only one around. “I wasn’t aware I had an audience.” She said with a smile as she looked up at the tactician.
Robin had often been called a busybody and He wasn’t stupid enough to deny it, either. His position had essentially put the lives of all the Shepherds in his hands, so if he wasn’t sticking his nose in books, he was training. If he wasn’t doing either of the aforementioned, he found something to do. Standing idle made him anxious. However, the sound of Cordelia’s fingers against the string of her lyre in combination with her gentle humming had put his anxiety at ease, allowing him to actually sit still for just a few moments.
“Oh, I’m terribly sorry,” Robin says. “I didn’t mean to disturb you. It’s just--uh, you are quite skilled with the lyre. I just thought I’d appreciate it for a moment.”
♛ ┊Dearest.
❝ Ugh, I’m not a kid, daddy… ❞ Yet, even as she pushes his hand away and frowns as she fixes her hair, she still uses the childish word for her father. Oooh, irony. However, no matter her apparent dislike, deep down, she appreciated the gesture, having lost the sensation when she was young.
“Anyway, even though you’re a tactician, you’re a solider too.” The embarrassment that had taken to her visage disappears as confidence sparkles in her irises, the small pout replaced by a grin. “If you want to spar, then I don’t mind. I hope you’re ready to get beaten by your own daughter though. Maybe the loss will inspire you to get more in shape, heh.”
While training was important, Robin had only offered to spar with Severa as an excuse to spend time with her. The war had left little opportunity for idle talk around the camp and he hadn’t the will to come and say,
Hey, PUMPKIN. Wanna hangout with your ol’ pops?. (He’d spare them both the embarassment.)
Sparring was a much more welcome and subtle alternative. “Very well,” Robin says, drawing a wooden sword from the training equipment barrel. “I wouldn’t let your guard down, however. Overconfidence can undo the strongest of soldiers.”
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♛ ┊Frederick, please.
“ Yes- Hence why I am suggesting this.. Having you ride with me would be better strategic wise. You would be able to move around the battle field faster. Along side that, I would be able to watch over you easier. ”
Robin was fighting a losing battle. Trying to stop Frederick when he was adamant about something Was the equivalent of trying to scoop out the ocean with a teaspoon. Utterly impossible. The tactician heaves a heavy sigh.
“Frederick, I’ll be honest and say that I really, really don’t want to get on the back of a horse. Especially during battle. Can we just... not?”
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BEFORE ANYTHING ELSE : permission to do this was given by sutoratejii. this is not a post saying to go harass them, send them hate, or anything similar to the aforementioned. this is simply an issue that needs to be brought to light, as their thievery of sutoratejii’s about pages and codes are an issue not to be taken lightly. this is a last resort as their responses to my friend’s confrontations denied their thievery in every response, going as far to be extremely rude and condescending about it. ( 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. )
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