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"The battle is over, but complacency kills. I will scout the area. If you need me, call out."
MUSE / MUN / STATS / INTERVIEW / THREADS Mauvier from Fire Emblem Engage | Closed RP Blog affiliated with the Officers Academy | Knight of Seiros | Portrayed by Aunyx
Housekeeping 🧹
According to my records (which are kept manually), the threads listed below are the current threads in Mauvier's rotation. Please let me know if your thread is missing, if my turn order is wrong, or if you would like to drop or discuss a thread.
My Turn:
Starter for Ninian [Riding/Flying +1]
Partner's Turn:
pink sand and primrose - Nanna
hugh shall not pass - Hugh
pop makes the world go round - Alcryst
man vs. machine - Linhardt
colonel mustard with the candlestick - Miriel
let your heart be at ease - Céline
sainthood made of sand - Ashe
dances with the daffodils - Naesala
waiting for what will never come - Serra
go to miletos, said no one ever (until now) - Ayra
where the drifts get deeper - Dimitri
A Whisper of Night - Fiora
A Starry Saddle Ride - Forde
Once Upon a Dream - Marni
those dang knightisms — mauvier & veyle
her expression brightens upon seeing him finally smile— not in any manner that is clearly meant to placate her but in a manner that makes her think she might have finally gotten to the core of his troubles and helped him with them.
he’d always been so dedicated to her no matter what— so much so that she wonders if he only thinks about spending his time here as long as its with her. “also. uhm.” she second guesses herself, her fingers pressed together nervously. “i’m not alone either anymore. i want you to be happy even when you’re not with me.” she looks up at him, watching carefully for his reaction. “so i mean… you should invite the knights you work with here sometimes too. i bet they would be happy to share a meal with you.”
Mauvier knows this deeply, that Lady Veyle is no longer alone - he is not the only one dedicated to her well-being, and for that, he is grateful. Somehow, he hadn't connected that to meaning he can come to the dining hall with others once in a while. With the other knights, even.
He has certainly felt happiness with others; a similar protective drive, sure, but on top of that, he has felt the simple enjoyment of another's company. Perhaps it's best to keep searching for that feeling, and naming it when it arises.
Mauvier's face grows distant, before he realizes Lady Veyle is watching him. He softens, nodding at her. "Thank you, Lady Veyle," he says. "I will carry that sentiment with me. I would be happy to share more meals with you here in the future, and with others, as well."
It's been an eventful afternoon to say the least, and his throat still burns, but his little liege has taught him a lot, per usual. He stands, gathering their empty bowls. "Where are you headed next, my Lady? If you wish, I can accompany you. Not as an escort, but as a friend."
hugh shall not pass
Mauvier & Hugh mini - Goddess Tower - Ethereal Ball 2026
Yeah, Hugh's not going to be changing this guy's mind anytime soon. Not at all a problem to him, though. How would he put his thoughts to words, though?
"I've been here before. Well, not the tower itself, but..." he gestures with a hand to emphasize the general here. "Work brought me away from here, and now I've returned because of it. Guess you can say I felt nostalgic?"
He finds a place for him to rest his back against. Somewhere where he can pay attention to Mauvier just as much as he can to him. Not that Hugh has any plans to book it, not around someone who'd stop him before he reached the top. But maybe it'll help assure the guy that he's not going to cause trouble.
He considers how long the person before him might be standing here. "...need me to get you anything?" He offers, as he begins to idly twirl one of the orchids that he was given at the door. "There's a trio of buns that I highly recommend."
Mauvier's eyes narrow. "I cannot be distracted or persuaded. I do not currently carry the authority of the Knights of Seiros, but I ask you, as a fellow attendee of the ball, to refrain from causing trouble."
Certainly, this lad isn't planning anything truly nefarious. He seems quite laid back, just looking for some kind of thrill. Mauvier should be able to turn a blind eye, but now that he's aware of someone with their hand in the cookie jar, so to speak, it's difficult to pretend otherwise.
"What would it take," he asks, an immoveable object buffeted by the elements, "to convince you to go back inside, and just enjoy your evening like everyone else?"
Waiting For What Will Never Come
↳ Serra & Mauvier
Returning Home From Expedition
He doesn’t answer her.
Whether or not he’s ever been in love, Serra won’t rightfully know. He seems like the sort that could hold a candle like this for someone he loves — that could stand in the rain, the wind, the snow, all sorts of things, for someone he loves. So why doesn’t he understand when Serra does the same? When, shivering, she stands by the dock and waits for her dear Erk?
And wait she will. Bleary eyes stare at her dear friend. She swallows a hard stone that’d grown and blossomed in her throat.
And then she says the words that may damn her.
“… No. No, I’m… I’m going to wait for him.”
Mauvier is moved by her resolve. He feels for her, truly, but he can be stubborn, too. For a long moment, he gazes at the storm clouds that show no signs of parting. Deeply, he sighs, fearing he may not be forgiven for what he's about to do.
"Lady Serra," he says gently, "please understand." In one swift movement, he lifts the young lady into his arms and turns toward the barracks, marching steadily toward shelter. "It hurts me to see you hurt yourself."
You may hate me, he thinks, dread filling his chest at the thought. You may scream and thrash and cry, and I will not protest. You may never speak to me again, and that is your right.
He blinks against the chill and the spitting rain. Every droplet that pelts his brow is one that Lady Serra doesn't have to feel.
Plotting Call!
Mission Board: Herald
Mauvier is Unaffiliated, so please reach out to him for all your Unaffiliated needs.
[Flying/Riding +1] Mauvier is conflict averse but he's also good at squashing it if it arises. I also want to explore his feelings about flowers and fleeting life and being so wrapped up in your own problems that you fail to see what's in front of you. Let's get existential! - Taken by Ninian
Taste Test: Mauvier has a line about being familiar with poisons when he eats a bad dish LMFAO so I think it'd be funny for him to be nonchalant about this. He'd probably need a muse that brings him along to do the tasting, though; he wouldn't think of that on his own.
Non-Mission Board:
[Heavy Armor +1] Probably works best with a muse who tried to sneak away from cleaning up, or lie about it. Mauvier is always happy to make himself useful, so he'd probably even pick up his partner's share of the work. Not without a gentle lecture, though.
[Any Skill +1] This could be a fun chance to play around with FX Mauvier! Which is the same Mauvier, just. Sadder.
ACTIVITY CHECK: MAY 2026
Total Points: 18 >>> 21
Monthly Allocated: Lance C(1/2) >>> C+
Threads Allocated:
patching wounds (with Karla) - Faith +1
it's okay to leave the ends loose (with Henry) - Lance +1
Classes Accessed: N/A
Classes Mastered: Priest
Items/Abilities Acquired: A Cry of Mountain Ash, White Magic Heal+, Miracle
Note: I lost energy in the latter half of ball, but I'm happy to continue any threads.
[ CHAMPAGNE ] + [ STEAL ]
Regardless of her age, Sara is not currently a student. The rule stating only a single glass of champagne may be granted to students in attendance shouldn't apply to her. Some people have too much time on their hands, however.
"Could you hold this, please?" she approaches him with a specific purpose in mind, briskly looking over her shoulder at a member of the staff that had tried to follow her after she swiped a second flute from the table.
With her hands clearly empty, the person tailing her seems to give up and retreat into the crowd without making a scene as a smug satisfaction washes over Sara.
"Alright, you can return it now."
Mauvier takes the flute, because the young lady had said please. It's really that simple. In truth, if she hadn't taken it back, Mauvier might have limply held it all night. He might even still be holding it on his next guard sahift, given no further direction.
Is this...alcohol? The flute is almost absurdly small in his hand. He studies it intently, watching the tiny golden bubbles rise to the surface. Mauvier has no interest in mind-altering substances. But why would she want him to...?
Only a few moments later, she's asking for the flute back. "Yes, ah...are you well, young lady? Is someone giving you trouble...?"
[Sparkling Water]
“Sir Mauvier!” Ashe approached the familiar man with a smile. “It’s good to see you here. Have you had enough to drink? It’s rather hot, so it’s best to drink plenty.”
With that, Ashe held out a glass of sparkling water in which small orange chunks floated, releasing their flavor into the water. “Here, this drink uses some of the peaches native to Fodlan. They’re a lot more tart compared to the sweet ones we had in Lythos, but I think they’re charming in their own way.”
"Oh, hello, Ashe." Mauvier smiles warmly at the young man, readily accepting his offer. It is important be hydrated, with all the walking around and twirling he's doing. "That's very generous of you, I appreciate it."
Well, as long as they're Fodlan peaches, he needn't feel unworthy of them. Mauvier takes a small, thoughtful sip. While Ashe had seemed implicitly apologetic about the tartness of the fruit, the infusion might be one of the sweetest things Mauvier has ever tasted. Mauvier doesn't even like sweet things, but...
"Oh, it's delicious," he says, blinking in slight bewilderment. "I should pay more mind to the region's fruit, if the rest is this delectable."
Mauvier offers Ashe a blue rose for his trouble, quickly scanning it for thorns. "I hope your evening is enjoyable, Ashe. You may always rely on me if you're in any trouble."
pop makes the world go round
Mauvier & Alcryst mini - Ethereal Ball - Corn
"Oh..." There's a nagging thought in Alcryst's mind that Mauvier isn't actually interested in Brodian flavors. He tries to dismiss it. The knight has always been gracious, even as a Hound. "Um, right! It's really no trouble, Mauvier. Here, let me show you."
The popcorn stand is as busy as ever, especially now that the staff set up a makeshift topping station. Melted butter sits in a crock, kept warm by a magical flame. Many of the students drizzle melted butter over their overflowing bucket of popcorn. Alcryst tries to be a little more strategic, layering butter and popcorn in a way so that every kernel has a chance to be coated. A dash of salt to finish, and Alcryst hands the buttery popcorn to Mauvier. "Here you are. I hope you like it..."
He needs a moment to gather up his courage for the next thing he says. "Ah, um... and if you really want to try stronger flavors, then I'd be happy to cook Brodian dishes for you. Brodian food is very flavorful... ah, but you already know that..."
He knows it's Prince Alcryst's nature to be so timid and unassuming, but it feeds an infernal beast inside of Mauvier that insists that some of his old companions still do not truly want him around. Particularly, the Brodians have always seemed cold, but much of it may be his own projection.
Any ill feelings anyone still harbors are, of course, justified. At least in small part, Mauvier took this young man's father from him. The Prince is almost certainly not thinking of that now, but the unspoken sin sits upon Mauvier's body like an ugly stain on his suit.
Prince Alcryst takes great care in preparing the next batch of popcorn, and Mauvier is determined to savor it. His mother once explained to him that when someone prepares food for another person, all of their feelings are mixed into the dish. If Prince Alcryst truly wishes him harm (an admittedly absurd thought, especially at the ball) then he wills the popcorn to do its worst.
But...Mauvier pops a few kernels into his mouth. Lets them sit on his tongue. Salty like tears of grief, buttery like fields of daffodils. He swallows. He does not feel poison in his veins.
"It's delicious," says Mauvier. "Thank you very much, Prince Alcryst. And, I would be honored if you would show me some of Brodia's...stronger dishes." He manages a small smile. "I can always do with trying new things."
[ GRANNVALE ] - An old waltz from before the rise of Emperor Arvis. It was popular during its time in the 750s but has now become a relic of the past, one that may not be as appreciated by the newer generation.
In the ebb and flow of various dance numbers, Mauvier flits in and out of the cloying crowd. The more erratic, energetic dances, he avoids; he's simply not nimble enough to trust himself to keep up without stepping on a slew of innocent feet.
This one, though...it feels familiar in a hazy sort of way, like something he heard through the mists beyond Destinea Cathedral on the less-dreary of his days in Elusia. It's a somber sort of nostalgia, but he decides to give himself over to it.
He doesn't necessarily expect Panette, of all people, to be attuned to such an old-timey one-two step. He might have expected her to tear up the floor during a song geared toward the younger and bolder of the crowd. Yet, here she is; a lone wolf on the dune, her fangs rendered inert.
Despite their difference in height, Mauvier musters the courage to approach her. He does not fear those fangs; just like himself, she honed them to survive. "Miss Panette," he calls softly, "may I have this dance?"
hugh shall not pass
Mauvier & Hugh mini - Goddess Tower - Ethereal Ball 2026
Shame on the other knights, Mauvier thinks; how could no one be stationed here? How could he, on a whim, be the only thing standing between this young man and the fortress they are all sworn to keep sacred? Do they only rely on surveillance devices, now?
Truly, though, Mauvier does not know the purpose of the Goddess Tower. He does not know what - if anything - is inside. All he knows is the consequences for trespassing it are severe, and he has the means to enforce them.
Maybe it's a cold read, but the trespasser seems to sense that Mauvier doesn't know what it is he's guarding. It's a cheap trick; he won't let that curiosity phase him.
...But knowledge is important, too. He sighs. "Tell me, then, what your purpose is here. It will not change my mind. But perhaps we can come to an understanding."
@mercenarymage
pink sand and primrose { mauvier & nanna
※ Ethereal Ball: Week 1 — (cont.)
Stepping closer, she lifted the orchid crown toward him, pausing just shy of placing it. “Would you mind?” she asked first, ever polite, though the hopeful tilt in her eyes suggested she already knew the answer she wanted. She went up on her tip-toes, trying to reach the crest of his head, and granted him a crown woven from a princess' memories.
“I thought perhaps…” Her gaze drifted briefly toward the lantern-lit gardens nearby, where ribbons and evening light tangled together in the breeze. “Something simple. Shall I show you how they used to folk dance in my small hamlet of Fiana?” A small smile tugged at her lips. “You always carried yourself so steadily, Sir Mauvier.” In fact, I was worried for you during our expedition. "Would it not be fun to learn a new beat?"
There was something earnest in the confession, untouched by performance.
“...And,” she added after a beat, more softly now, “I realized there are many people precious to me whose voices I remember, but whose motions I may someday forget. The way they laugh. The way they turn toward someone speaking.”
Holding out both hands, she swung them both into a wide full-moon turn.
@contempenitent
All at once, Mauvier feels the tenderness of the Princess' gesture like a physical blow. It steals words from his throat, and direction from his body. "For...me?" Mauvier, left with nothing to do but accept, bends just enough for the crown of orchids to be set upon his head.
In that moment, an attendant excitedly calls for the pair to hold still, and again, Mauvier can do naught but obey. A hot bright flash, like a bolt of Thoron, captures them both; it takes a beat for Mauvier to realize it must be the artifex.
Princess Nanna begins to sway, as if to the rhythm of nature and magic itself, and invites him to join her. "I would be more than honored," Mauvier tells her, confidence swelling in his chest where uncertainty normally lives.
He is swept into her dance, and something about the movements alone spark something nostalgic in him. Like standing atop a Firenese hill as a boy, the warm breeze in his hair, looking down across the well-loved tea fields. He cannot put it into words, not while he follows Princess Nanna's movements, but he is grateful for the moment she's created.
He hopes he can convey such a thing with his body, somehow. There are departed ones I wish to keep alive, too. Let our dance keep them here with us.
pop makes the world go round
Mauvier & Alcryst mini - Ethereal Ball - Corn
"The popcorn is not at fault," Mauvier assures Prince Alcryst. "The fault is within myself. Strong flavors are overwhelming to me. If anything, I should acclimate myself to your creation, if I may."
They may have fought together in Jugdral, but somehow, having a simple conversation feels much harder. Mauvier is learning quickly that despite his ferocity on the battlefield, the Prince is rather meek in social situations, and Mauvier is not much better. Perhaps frequent reassurances and compliments are the way past his walls.
"However, butter sounds sufficient as well." No, that's not enough. "Splendid, even. I would love nothing more than to try buttered popcorn, Prince Alcryst. Your generosity is deeply appreciated."
@starrook
[ FLOWER ARRANGEMENT ] + [ PHOTO IN MOTION ] "Sir Mauvier!" It has been a few moons since she had seen the good knight last, and his steadfast heart had made him both a man of good word and a memory she wished to clasp in her hand like a firefly. "...Oh! I have found you at last."
She has a crown of orchids and white carnations intertwined lovingly, laced so expertly that they had not bruised upon each thumb press. "...I..." Offering it up to him, she grinned sheepishly.
"Would you like to try those new 'videos' with me? They have a crew to help us! It is my first time... and I would like to share the memory with you..."
Few people have called for him tonight, so Mauvier is a bit caught off guard - but nonetheless pleased - by who he sees. "Princess Nanna," he greets, with a little bow. "How lovely to see you. You...have looked for me?"
Mauvier ponders the artifex. It's odd enough to wrap his mind around a moment frozen in time, exactly how it is. But entire slivers of time? Preserved in a strange box? But as long as there are others who understand how it works, all he has to do is oblige the Princess.
"I am a bit clueless in these matters," he tells her, "but I would be glad to offer my assistance. Ah, what is it that you would like to...capture?"
contempenitent asked: [ LYTHOS ] - A complicated dance performed by Lythian clerics, incorporating the choreography relayed to the former Divine Dragon Monarch by tales and demonstrations from pilgrims of the main four nations on Elyos as well as those from the Emblems. It requires mastery and control of tempo changes and willingness to move one’s body in many different ways.
Though these steps are from home, Alear almost feels as if they're a little foreign. It's not like she's had much time in her life to do anything outside of leading an army into battle, or simply enjoy the simpler things at a party-- it's only more recently that she's finally begun to settle into a semblance of a normal routine. Even then, her chances to indulge in a dance are few and far between. She still remembers from watching others, though. Some steps she can nail, others she flubs. Overall, though, she lets out a soft laugh whenever her foot bumps against Mauvier's. "You'd think I would be better at this, right?" Alear quips as they turn, eyes sparkling with a mix of wonder and excitement. The music's slowly begun to draw to a close, but she knows it's only a matter of time before it picks back up once again. "I need more practice, unfortunately. But hey- that means I'll just have to keep you for another dance. What do you say, Mauvier?" For that, there's a flower for his troubles. Reaching up, Alear pins it to his lapel, the lily a stark red against his ensemble. "I at least hope you're having fun tonight. You deserve a relaxing time, I think." @contempenitent
Mauvier never once imagined that he would be following the steps of a Lythian dance; he had witnessed clerics of the Fell perform their own dances long ago, never so joyful as this. The Divine One's feet are not as graceful as one might intuitively expect, but really, it just makes her display all the more charming.
Of course, Mauvier is not much better. He still struggles to make his towering body limber enough to match Lady Alear's rhythm, but for a first try, he'd dare say it's passable.
Another dance? She would really do him such an honor? "That sounds delightful," he tells her, his smile bright and genuine. He startles just slightly at the lily tucked against his suit, eyes sparkling as he gazes at it. "Ah, my thanks. One moment, I have a bloom for you as well - "
For Lady Alear, Mauvier offers a blue rose, as serene and invigorating as the hue of her hair and her eye, bestowed by the Divine Queen herself. "I am...actually rather enjoying myself, Lady Alear. I pray you may do so, as well."
[ GOSSIP ] (and by gossip i mean stand around on the sidelines awkwardly: talking optional but encouraged if mauv feels like it)
From the sidelines, Mauvier watches a couple of students serenely dancing. All seems well; aside from the onslaught of "talent scouts", the evening has been rather peaceful.
A young lady suddenly storms up to the aforementioned couple, her face distressed, eyes teary. Mauvier nearly swoops to step in, before affirming to himself that there is no danger; there is no problem that he has the authority or tact to solve. Like baby birds, these young people must learn their own hard lessons from time to time.
Mauvier realizes that a familiar face is nearby; Sin, the stoic-faced knight, a natural with a bow. He wonders if they have both witnessed the same scene play out.
With another, Mauvier might feel the pressure of forced conversation. But Sin is cut from the same cloth of speaking only when necessary; there is no need for Mauvier to voice his every thought. For that privilege, he is grateful.
He does, however, extend a rose to Sin, in addition to a firm and friendly nod. Even if he's not interested in exchanging blooms, there are sure to be no hard feelings.
