yoakei
— i’m going to save my people, sothe. if the rest of the world paints me as a beast to be reviled and hated, so be it.
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yoakei
— i’m going to save my people, sothe. if the rest of the world paints me as a beast to be reviled and hated, so be it.
fleureia
“I mean, things always look better when they fit properly, right?” she begins, and it’s not so much a lie, but rather a step towards the advice she wanted to give – she wouldn’t tell the princess straight out that her choice was not the best. “If you like it, then… you should always feel comfortable wearing it.”
“Yes, of course. You’re right about that.” Then comes an easy nod of her head to show her approval. “Although... Do you like it, Sumia? I do recall shopping for a similar style of dress the other day and it suits me just fine.” Looking over the dress once more before showing it to the other. “I wager this might suit you better, what do you think?”
fieryrose
A moment of silence as the witch shortly scrutinized the dress, then easily dismissing it with a wave of her hand.
“Sure, that’s perfect. That is if you’re a 35 years old spinster trying to look youthful at any cost. Or a jester. Or perhaps you wish to strike fear into the hearts of your enemies by blinding them with those lurid colours? Then go ahead~”
“I-I see...” And she is unaccustomed to being provided with such highly negative criticisms with her shopping choices, though in retrospect perhaps the woman was merely being truthful. “Is it really so horrid as you say...?” Looking over the dress once more if a bit sadly, before shifting her gaze towards the other. Mayhap the question was rhetorical, but still in her surprise she’d found it quite difficult to take in. A determined gaze befalls her features now as she speaks, “All right, I’d like to see your choices. Which among these dresses do you think look best?”
fleureia:
“Y-you can take it to any tailor. They’d do a better job, I can recommend one!”
“Is that so? Well...” The lines of hesitation drawn upon her features as she looks at the bright garment in question. “If you truly do think it requires tailoring, I suppose. Perchance it has nothing to do with the striped sleeves?”
prinnysitter
The Prinny shrugs, no effort placed in hearing out what the female had to say nor completing its assigned task; a tired yawn let out as pegged legs collapse, until the familiar and commanding voice cuts through the momentary silence, nearly making it jump in place– “You, Prinny…! What do you possibly think you’re doing?” The scowl featured on the instructor’s visage and his rigid body language declares his dissatisfaction as he approaches, a verbal scolding ready to be spoke as he opens his mouth. However, eyes had wandered towards the individual present nearby, placing his pending lecture on pause, while surprise quickly settles with realization. The costume and hair donned in that unforgettable blue, no doubt it was her–
Lips clam up, preventing any nonsensical stuttering from being processed into words, only cracking to mutter her name; the memory from that very unfortunate day returning. “L-Lucina…?”
AND SHE’LL FIND HERSELF turning immediately towards the commanding voice. Not one unfamiliar to her ears when it had been her intention to search for its owner. Of course her face does brighten up at the fact, however feeling a tinge of pity for the Prinny that was seconds away from being reprimanded when she turns to face him, a box in hand she instantly recalls the very moment they’d last met and she, too, freezes in place, if only for a moment. In truth she was not certain what that had meant, exactly, nor of his reasoning for doing so but...
No. No, no... That wouldn’t do to face an old friend now, would it? She does try for a smile, at least. “Valvatorez! I... Well, I hope I’m not intruding. I thought I might visit to tell you that the war has come to a close. We’ve survived, my comrades and I.” Moving closer now to approach him, she presents him with the neatly wrapped box, with a red bow at the top.
“And I’ve brought you a gift. I had stopped by the markets and saw... I thought you might like to try them, fresh from Ylisse.”
“I understand their burden is greater,” a rulers duty was always a difficult one and while he may lay down his life for them he didn’t bear the concerns they held. Isn’t it the least he can do? “Perhaps it has crossed my mind, but my choice does not waver, and that is what you must consider…that it was their choice.” He would consider himself weak if he constantly doubted his loyalty and how far he was willing to go. “I don’t deny that to weigh another’s life against someone else’s is dubious but can you say that if you were to perish compared to myself, that my death would truly have a greater impact? It would not, it’s a ruthless truth we have to accept…Perhaps that isn’t much consolation to your troubles, but you speak about what ifs, you must not falter or think you might fail, trust that you can see it through with their support.”
“Yes, of course. After all, I find that... It is only with their support that we’ve succeeded.” And she’d not like to think of the consequences had her friends truly chosen to look the other way and not follow, like she’d initially surmised. She’d once felt it to be her downfall, feeling herself reach a breaking point she had never once imagined she could reach, not until the occurrence of thought that she was alone had arisen. “I suppose that had been the root of my struggles... A flaw in my manner of thought, when I was faced with the many consequences of war. Thousands of innocent deaths, the lives we couldn’t save... The weight in my heart would grow heavy each day. What if we don’t succeed, I’d so often thought each night. The horrors never ceased, not even in my nightmares.”
“...But I never allowed such thoughts to hinder my actions. I couldn’t. Not while knowing my father still lived, and with our comrades fighting for our lives.” She’d held a grim countenance just moments before, but now there comes a touch of a smile to reach her lips, at the thought. “It was inspiring, seeing comrades fight so strongly for our cause. I feel it is...a mutual sort of admiration that motivates each side to accomplish their duties, isn’t it? As you say, that it was their choice to follow, their choice to remain loyal... What inspired their trust in my father and I, had inspired me to persevere.”
prinnysitter
“You don’t know where your master is?” Speaking to an idle Prinny she stands, an inquisitive look to befall her features, next to her tone. “If Valvatorez isn’t here, then...” She tries not to look too disappointed. While she had been looking forward to seeing an old friend, she also wouldn’t be certain what to do with the fresh gift she had brought him otherwise.
gently places a flower crown on your head. Let me take a second of your time to tell you how much I enjoy your presence on my dash! Even if we haven't interacted ic yet or more ooc, I adore seeing your posts, be them ic, because your writing is really beautiful, clean and clear and it's very lovely to read! Also ooc, you seem hella nice! I hope your day goes well and friendly reminder you are really awesome and a jewel!!
ooc; KIND OF JUST SITS HERE and sobs on you a little because I dONT THINK YOU KNOW how much it means for me to read this and it’s super nice of you to take your time to send me this so thank you so much ;o;
To be honest I do have a fairly dim outlook on this blog considering my minimal presence these days I never thought anyone outside friends and people I’m close to actually enjoy seeing my posts and writing and just... cares about my presence in general ahaha so y’know, this is kind of an eye-opener and really nice to know so I appreciate it tons!!
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The words freeze her in place, any form of reply refusing to leave her lips. Where she had expected the stranger to regard her suspiciously, she seems to recognise her, though Max could swear she’d never seen anyone even remotely similar. Totally bizarro…
“Y-yeah, that would be me. Uhm, sorry, but…why do you know my name? ”She needs only pause for a moment to realise how rude she must have come off as. “I mean, I haven’t been to Arcadia in years, so if we knew each other before I left I’m really sorry, I just haven’t…stayed in touch with anyone.”
“Oh no, not at all. I don’t believe we’ve met before today. I myself have only just arrived here in... Arcadia, was it?” Quite the interesting scenery, she finds. Prior travels in other worlds had her acquainted with a few modern concepts and objects, but not entirely. “I’ve come to assist in your efforts to prevent the tragedy that’s yet to come. My name is Lucina,” she says, in a precise manner of tone. Her words were of import, and must be carefully considered, after all.
“Naga has sent me here and told me of your powers. I’m afraid I don’t possess one like yours to control time at will, but my experience of time travel had once allowed me to change my future.” Her serious tone does not falter, but moments later, knowing what she’s about to speak she does try for a smile. “I will be the sword at your side, if you’ll have me.”
fatesresignation SUDDENLY got a plot idea while observing you on my dash hopefully you dont mind the starter ; v ; we’re mutuals, after all.
Akane didn’t even squeak–she was in the middle of hopping back and tumbling onto the hard wood floor as a blade whizzed five inches from her stomach. She was now on the floor–ungracefully on her side. “Aaah! I thought I was going to get cut …” she laments, breathing (thankfully) deeply. It seemed as if everything wished to get into the way of investigations…
“Y-You’re awfully good with the sword–” Akane compliments, stuttering slightly, finally getting up from that embarrassing dodge. She fixes her hair up awkwardly, with no avail. Her eyes went to the most definitely real sword and then to the face of the pretty girl who was probably practicing for something. “I’m an inspector from the MWPSB. Apparently, there’s been a ‘concerning red liquid’ under one of these wooden panels?”
Sock-covered toes glided across the floor panels, her nail bumping against the crevices. It seemed to be an old-styled dojo–the only holo seemed to be for the projector at the far end of the room. The floor tiles weren’t completely secure–perhaps at one point, they were. It was only a starter investigation–things were getting very lax, nowadays; after this she’d be off duty, huh? It didn’t smell strange or give off bad vibes. Someone probably spilled cranberry juice or ketchup on the ground, or something.
THANK THE GODS that was a near-miss! She startlingly moves back, withdrawing an intended upcoming swing if only to make certain the woman was unharmed. She cringes slightly, though whipping her head towards her she finds no traces of blood. Then comes a relieved breath of exhale from parted lips, till she speaks. “My apologies, are you all right--?” Offering a hand to the woman who was now on the floor, on her side, though she finds the other was able to get up without need of her assistance. “Oh, yes! I was told to wait for you, Inspector. Though the owner was rushing to leave, I wasn’t notified of the time you’d come. Though of course I... realize I should’ve been more careful.” Frowning slightly, disappointed in her zeal that had perhaps made her careless, in this instance... if only for a moment.
“I was told the liquid was found in this area. Truthfully I was concerned it may have been blood, and so I attempted to see for myself but... From what I managed to observe, it doesn’t seem to be the case.” Walking over to said area whilst carrying her sword, she gestures over to the panel for the woman to inspect.
“ More like what’s in your HAND ! “
Resitting all urge to just simply extend her arm and yank the sword out of the other’s palm, Sayaka pointed at the metallic weapon before her, eyes sparkling with excitement like never before. She was always a huge fan of weaponry of the sort, specifically, swords. She understands they’re not the one to be played with, but the particular design the elder had was much too incredible to just ignore it.
“ Is that real ? “
THE GIRL’S RESPONSE has her a little taken aback in this case -- not at all what she’d expected to hear, but that her expression was laced with awe to complete with her words she finds herself almost drawn to a smile, and she relaxes. “Indeed, it is.” She feels inclined to allow the girl to take hold of Falchion, given it was likely her wish to do so, were she to guess... She knows that’s what she would have wanted, at that age.
“You’ve not seen many swords before, I take it?” Which wouldn’t have been surprising. She herself had only been forced to take up the sword at an early age, but she held no objections to doing so. At the very least she allows the girl to move up for a closer look, laying the sword in her hands horizontally as if to present to the other.
eat geromes ass lucina
k but i’m 2 cool to eat ass tho
i’m not sure he’d like his ass to be eaten either, minerva won’t be v pleased i’m js
ooc; K SO my activity here is very slow and sporadic and I’m well aware of that..... I’ve just been very busy in the last few months and chances are this slow activity will more or less go on for so long as I have this blog LOL but my point is and if it wasn’t evident enough I need to stress that I am extremely slow with replies but I do check in every now and then to do things when I’m able. So this is sorta just a psa if we’re threading (and if we are I probably have you in drafts) or if you wish to thread with me, you’ll have to bear with my ridiculously slow snail speed and if you’re cool with that then here’s me telling you that I love u ok
I do have everyone I’m threading with in drafts but because of how slow I am if you wish to drop a thread of ours please let me know!! I’d rather you did than have me reply to it when you have no intentions of replying back, and I totally understand if you’d rather drop cause hey, it happens. We can always just start a new thing if you’re ever still up for it.
Robin withholds a well-meant laugh at her daughter’s clueless nature when it came to chess, instead reaching for a pawn from the white set and naming it to her, explaining it’s purpose and how it moves, continuing on through the rook, the knight, the bishop, the king, and finally the queen. Knowing the pieces, the moves, was step one, building the strategies came next. Fiddling with the white queen, Robin smiles and speaks on her personal depth of chess.“See… just as in life, it is important to always know your units, Lucina. Knowing what they can and cannot do, their strengths and weaknesses, without that kind of information, strategy is hopeless.” Telling her this, talking about something so simple as a game in relation to her very job, was amusing in a way. “This is the first time we are playing, and at long last too, so I am plenty happy to aid in suggestions and reminders of the rules, but I do hope to see you strategizing yourself too.” And now she sets that queen down, taking the black one in hand.
“The world is never black and white, nor is any battle, but for our sake, play the part of our troops. I will oppose you.”
IT IS WITH GREAT INTEREST that she watches, listens to her mother’s words as a dutiful student would hear her teacher’s instructions. Perhaps in truth Robin may as well have been; ever the intellectual, a scholar in search of greater knowledge that was well deserving of respect and commendation, those were only few of the qualities in her mother that she admired. Mayhap her strongest desires to spend time with the woman held a touch of curiosity, wishing to know more of the woman her father trusts the most. It was no wonder it seemed Morgan desired little more than to follow in her footsteps!
“I see.” She nods, looking at the pieces and then visualizing exactly how this could be similar to the battles they face. “I’ll do my best, then.” Taking a piece of the pawn to move forward she begins. “There are no ‘points’ to be earned in this game, I take it? The goal is simply to defeat the king?” Brows furrowing in thought. “I wonder if it is at all possible to win this game without losing any of your pieces...”
GIVE UR FATHER A HUG LASOONA
“Not while masked in that veil, no...” All but a sigh escapes her lips. Could this truly be the stranger’s idea of a joke? And quite a tasteless one, at that. “The very least you could do was make it convincing. I feel I’ve said it once but I’ll say it again...”
“You are not my father!”
ridires
“Does it not make you wonder, then, how it makes those whom you serve feel for others to lay down their lives so freely...? As if my life carries more value than theirs, when truly, it doesn’t. War demands sacrifice, surely, and to some level I understand... But had I not been strong enough to succeed, such sacrifices would have been in vain. And I’ve feared this possibility more times than I can count... Do such doubts never cross your mind, as a knight?”
She looks so cool. Max shuffled uncomfortably on her feet, watching the stranger in the sunlight. She had a certain aura around her, the kind that made her thoughts jumble up in her head. It was as if the stranger belonged to her own world, one so far off and different, the girl could only wish for the courage to step closer. But she stayed still, because she knew well, she could tell. She did not belong.
Still, she really wished she could take a picture. The long, blue hair looked like it belonged to a princess, but she wore the armour and cape like a knight, like— like an everyday hero. Maybe if she just asked nicely she could—
“Er, e-excuse me.”
WITH HER GRATITUDE PROCLAIMED the last moment they spoke she lifts her head. She’s certain of her goal this time, a clearer description given along with the Divine Dragon’s request. Search for the girl, one who carries with her a strange contraption that ‘captures your image’, and the power of time she herself had been granted in the past. But for this girl to possess such a power... Mayhap curiosity adds zeal to her objective. Caught by another’s voice in her brief contemplation however she turns. There stands a young girl and one would find her eyebrows raised, a realization coming to her that the very words of Naga had matched her appearance. Could it be...?
“And you are Maxine, I presume?”