I will ruin you!

Status: Offline Askbox: Open (Anon allowed) Welcome, my fair and distinguished guests. My name is Maribelle, and my purpose is to make yourselves comfortable. Unless you dare to threaten the peace of these halls, in which case you should face my unrelenting wrath. If you come in peace, however, make yourselves at home. And please refrain from staining the carpets. I don't think you understand how much of a fortune they costed. ((Maribelle for TheYlisstolHQ)) ((Hover the bottom of the description to see additional information about the character and the mun!))

[fear-my-parasol]

((So this is farewell.))

((Knowing the reasons the RP Group decided to kick us all out, I'll say I'm not upset at all. For a whole month of inactivity, this was bound to happen. Me and some friends were debating to leave anyway. Our interest in the group started to fade slowly, and we couldn't help it. I, for one, don't have any more time nor will to RP in the group anymore.

I'll proceed to erase all the posts except the ones I have with Virion, for personal reasons. I'll say this without bitterness: for all it was worth for, I had fun with you guys, while it lasted. I hope for good luck and good days to all of you. Sad it couldn't last longer, but this is how it is. Take care and have fun!

-Gwen, mun of Maribelle))

[itsacravatyoubarbarian]

Above everything else | Closed RP

[itsacravatyoubarbarian]

Virion , miraculously, kept his mouth shut for the whole time, listening Maribelle speak, and trying to commit to memory everything she said. 

He did though make a small grin when she mentioned his manners towards women. And his shameless flirting. 

He could try and make some promise on that. After all, he believed that it was just normal she wanted to keep his attention to herself. She deserved no less. 

But when she spoke of Rosanne, his heart broke a little. Of course, he wished that, one day, he could get his lands back. But it was a delicate topic he was not up to aboard right at the moment. He wanted it to be a happy moment. And thinking of his land wasn’t the best way to. 

Quickly, before those thoughts gained much control of his mind, he cupped again Maribelle’s head with a soft caress, gently placing his lips in her front to leave a soft kiss.

"Your fears, my beautiful fiancé, are certainly understandable. But not needed, I must assure you that right now. Before you can even doubt my word" he kissed then the bridge of her graceful nose,

"Isn’t this but a joyous day. My treasured one, our lands can wait for us. But first, let me enjoy this moment. This… Certainly, this happiness. You bring, after all, the best side of me. What can I do, if not offer you the best of me? It’s what you deserve and what I have to do. Let me be this way every day at your side"

And with that, he lowered himself a little more, brushing ligtly his lips with hers. 

"If it was not clear, I agree with your words, my love"

[fear-my-parasol]

Maribelle believed she hasn't been this happy for a very long time, she couldn't even remember. She still had troubles believing this was still happening, almost convinced she could wake up from that dream in any moment.

Still, if she could get sleep at last, she would make sure at least that it would last. As long as she could, for her part.

Letting out a small chuckle, she cupped as well with one hand Virion's face, the other holding the engagement ring in a tight grasp now.

"Then it is settled" she whispered, in a very joyous but determined tone, her eyes speaking enough for her of how much all this meant to her. "Let me get this official: I am most honoured to become your wife, my gallant Virion. Let this day be the first one of many at your side"

And, as she place a small kiss on his lips, a bit more shy than he was (and a lot more unexperienced, that was for sure), before she separated a little from him. Enough to get out one of her gloves and handing both the bared hand and the ring to him, ducking his head with a playful smile.

"Would you be so kind to properly place it on my finger, please?", she asked, with another joyous giggle.

[itsacravatyoubarbarian]

Above everything else | Closed RP

[itsacravatyoubarbarian]

Virion was again, and finally, lost of all words. The joy he was starting to feel rushed from his toes to fill him quickly, leaving the man unable to do anything else but smile. 

"Calm. Wait" he scolded himself. Which was a easy thing to do, ashe only could stare at Maribelle’s reaction. Simply…

"Magnificent…" he whispered, out of breath. While instantly made him shook his head, and rapidly cup Maribelle’s chin between his hands, caressing her cheeks once again, resting his forehead against hers, as the ultimate bold movement he was about to do. 

"My dear, don’t you know how perfect sound those words on my ears? But yes, if you may discuss something with me, I am all ears. Though I am sure you can see them reddened by my own bashfulness. Here where you see me, I was mumbling not long ago, afraid to enter"

Virion took again Maribelle’s hand, to guide her to sit, as to be more comfortable. After all, having her noted or nor, his legs were shaking from his own nervousness.

"This awful circumstances make us fasten everything, my love. But I do believe, and cross my heart, mark my words, that there’s no other thing I desire more in this world. So, please. Speak freely"

[fear-my-parasol]

"Very well" Feeling more relaxed, Maribelle took Virion’s invitation to sit on the ground quite gladly, taking seat towards him. She didn’t let go his hand in any moment, while in the other she held the ring he has brought her, playing with it, to prevent herself from toying with her own ringlets once again. She took a deep breath before starting to speak. They hadn’t spoke so seriously before, and indeed that was a matter to be taken seriously.

"First thing you should know… If we are to get engaged, then you shall be more careful from now on. More than you already are", she said, very serious. "No more taking reckless risks in battle, even if you claim to have the best of lucks. And you won’t leave me behind. As you take care of me, I want to take care of you. I will help you and you will help me. We shall be partners for life, in all extent" she then smiled a little again, just to soften her words a little. "So please promise me you won’t be put in more dangers than the necessary. And that you’ll let me be with you, shall you forget that. I should let you know, if you are not aware of it yet, that I’m a stubborn one, and I won’t accept something different", she added in a lighter tone, raising her chin a little.

"Also… and that should be left unsaid, but I really want to be the only one for you. Please don’t take that into offense. I believe you have already noted that, and you will behave like the man of high breeding and manners you are… but I will feel better if I left that noted", that was said a bit nervously, as she really didn’t want him to be offended by that statement. But it was really important to her to feel like she was the only one for Virion, in terms of romance. Who didn’t want to be the one and only for the person one loved, anyway? 

"And… after the war… and when we are married… there is the matter of what should be done later. You have your homeland, I have mine, and… well, my father wanted a male heir for Themis, so definitely he would want to meet you", she said, letting go a playful smirk before she corrected her poise. "But you are homesick, I can tell. You miss your homeland, your sisters" and she smiled then, knowingly. "We could make some arrangements towards that. But that should be discussed in its right time"

Maribelle went back to her serious expression then, looking directly her soon-to-be husband in the eye.

"So, is it everything fair to you?"

[itsacravatyoubarbarian]

Above everything else | Closed RP

[itsacravatyoubarbarian]

"Are you not resting well, madame? No, we can’t allow that. I may have to sing you some of the lullabies Mother sang to us when my sisters and myself were little noble spawn. And yes, I us the word spawn. If you had met those two devils…!" he stopped his rambling, with a deep sigh. Talking about them was still painful. Still a fresh wound. Not that they were dead, or even harmed. But being away from them, unable to keep them under his wing -although they were the older ones- was enough to make Virion nostalgic. Nostalgia of their smiles.The perfume of roses they smeared everywhere they went. 

And the familiar happiness he felt with them. 

That gave him the arguments to go on.

"Maribelle. I’d like to speak to you frankly. No more jests from me will come from my lips. So, take to heart what I will say" 

Virion felt the advise was a must do. And although he knew Maribelle was smart enough to tell the differences in his words, the archer needed to make sure she was councious about it. And to remind himself to behave.

"My dearest Maribelle. I think I’ve been making rather clear how beautiful you are. To me and to everyone. But I feel like I cherish you more. Because, my lovely lady, I am smitten. And before you frown, I’d like to continue" he paused "Because of your ways, your determination. Your strength. And above all, because of you. I am afraid, my lady, that I have fallen mercilesly to your charms"

Virion took Maribelle’s hands on his, while he finally showed the ring he had bought. 

"I believed that rubies would compliment your eyes, Maribelle. And because of them, I want to see them every morning, at my side. As my wife" 

With a deep breath, Virion closed his eyes before speaking one last time. 

"Would you honor me with it? Being my wife?"

[fear-my-parasol]

Maribelle was having troubles to believe her ears and eyes. The duke of Rosanne told her he was no longer jesting, however, and thus she had for certain that, this time, his words were true and came from his heart directly. But... he was proposing. To her. She made a poor attempt to move her lips to say something, but no words came from her for a while. Her eyes passed from the ring Virion was offering her to his concerned face, and then resolved to close her mouth at last, swallowing hard. 

"Again, you leave me out of words... my kind lord. But this time... this time you have really struck with them", her voice came trembling a little, taking the ruby ring and admiring it. "It is so beautiful. I believe that this time, however, it will match my cheeks more than my eyes", she managed to joke to enlighten a bit the mood, though she couldn't help but giggle nervously, lowering her head. She really felt like a helpless maiden that time. If that was Virion's goal all the time, he had achieved it at last. But she really wanted to believe this was for real.

"So, I can take your words at heart this time, can't I? You really want to... marry me" she lowered even more her voice, as if the fact of pronouncing it aloud would shatter that incredible moment between them into little pieces. "And I really want to believe you, my gallant Virion. If I have to speak frankly, you are the reason I can't manage to rest well at night lately. Because I... I couldn't stop thinking about you, and your words, and the quality time we spend together. For some time, I... I really wanted this to happen" She then could crack a more confident smile at her face, searching for his eyes once again. To look at them and see for herself he wasn't lying. And then she could convince herself.

"Although I didn't expect it so soon, so to speak. It is because of these dire times we're living, isn't it? But... before I say yes, there are some things we should make clear" She squeezed his hand lightly, as she didn't turn away her gaze from him at any instant. "If it is right with you."

[itsacravatyoubarbarian]

Above everything else | Closed RP

[itsacravatyoubarbarian]

"No, of course not, my dear!" Virion was quick to reassure her that nothing was really wrong. 

Or more like he blurted it out like he was dropping a bomb. Gods have mercy on him, the duke thought. Acting like he was a teenager. It wasn’t like he didn’t speak to a girl before! Probably Lon’qu could do a better job than him at the moment. 

The idea, nevertheless, helped Virion to concentrate, and responded Maribelle with a charming smile.

"I just thought I really needed to see you in this afternoon. And I wanted to drop by as soon as possible. Seems perhaps that I’ve interrupted something?" his expression faded to a sorrowful one, caressing -in a really bold move- softly her cheek, as an apology "May I ask your forgiveness if I did so. But I thought I couldn’t delay this any longer"

He scratched his neck, trying to find his suddenly lost courage. His plan was, all along, a flaunting of flamboyance. 

And Virion was pretty concious about how it unnerved her. He had to think it through again. He wanted to do it perfectly. They deserved no less.

"I’d like to ask to come in, my dearest flower. What I have to ask you is very important. But I don’t want to make a show of it. It concerns just you and me. And, after all… If you said no, I’d better don’t make a fool of myself in front of everyone but you" 

His intentions were pretty clear now, Virion thought. Now, just to wait what Maribelle was thinking about the whole issue.

[fear-my-parasol]

"It is not? It seems like it is, though" the noblewoman looked at Virion with unease, but she seemed to relax a bit when he approached her and caressed her cheek, managing a faint but sweet smile, averting his eyes for a while as she tried to make some excuse for her delay.

"Oh, no, believe me- you didn't interrupt anything. My sleep was already interrupted, as it is, but nothing more", she blurted out, blushing a little. Okay, that was not what she meant to say. "Nothing of importance, anyway" A great lie, but she thought what Virion wanted was more important that her own lack of sleep. Or maybe not, one could never know with him. Maribelle went back to look at him, trying to go back to her confident self, even if she was a bit worried by what Virion wanted to say to her that was only for her alone. Honestly, at that moment, she didn't have any clue of what could that be.

"Now you got me concerned, even if it is nothing wrong as you claim it isn't", she said, but she unfolded the entrance to her tent, letting the archer in. "Let's not waste time then. Come in - though you will have to forgive me. As it is in a bit of... mess", she added awkwardly, ashamed with herself for all the chaos her tent was in that moment, in her rush to make herself look good for him. It seemed a bit stupid, anyway, but she was the first who looked out for appearances. As Virion entered, she closed the entrance behind them, trying to tidy a bit more around then.

"Again, sorry for the state of all this. I didn't expect anyone" Even less him, not so soon. She stared at him in anticipation, trying to not look much worried as to encourage him a little more. "Very well. You have my attention. What is this important thing you wanted to talk about?" She pleaded to the gods it was something really important that time. Anyway, she learned to not get mad at him for those little slips.

[itsacravatyoubarbarian]

Above everything else | Closed RP

In what dire situation Virion, duke of Rosanne, archest of archers found himself in!

He had entered the shop with no effort, as he even got a juicy discount, with his buttered words. He bought the prettiest ruby in town, and payed the smith enough gold to make him want to do the most magnificent engagement ring he could ever make. 

And then, there he was. Mumbling. MUMBLING LIKE A FOOL! He, the wordiest of poets, the son of a mouthful dictionary, was having problems to speak his heart out!

Well, of course his lady was a fierce one, who could make him shut up with a flutter of her beautiful eyelashes. Or a twirl of one of her perfect curls. But enough of daydreaming, he said to himself. He had gone to all that trouble to do things right. 

Virion even tied up his hair, as to look more noble-like and less… Charming rogueish, as he liked to be called. Maribelle deserved the best part of him.  The noble who worried about his lands. The duke who would sacrifice everything to help. The man who could love her above everything else.

Keeping the ring safe in his pocket, Virion cleared his troat, before announcing himself. 

"Maribelle? Are you in here? I may need of your attention. For a few moments, if you please"

[fear-my-parasol]

And in fact, Maribelle was inside the tent. As usual, having problems with the nap she wanted to have on camp. Usually she didn't sleep so well in camp, with no comfortable mattress or cushions, having to get herself used to the bumpy ground - strange was the time when she could sleep for an entire night without having to toss and turn. But that was not the problem in that time. No, the problem was she lately couldn't stop thinking about Virion. Even if she found the man still infuriating at times, she could discovered her conjectures about him being a true noble at heart and a really sensitive soul were true, and she started to regard him differently. In spite for that, they became friends, and they would often had meals together, or drank tea while talking about fatuous subjects that had nothing to do with the war they were having. She found herself enjoying the time she spent with the duke, and cherishing the moments they spent together. At a point when she wondered if something was wrong with her.

Because of that, when she heard Virion's voice outside her tent, she startled, rising quickly on her feet and bumping her head accidentally on the sackcloth. He had come to her by surprise, and she wasn't even decent to receive him. The noblewoman had to fight for not giving herself to panic, recomposing herself as well as she could as she started to look for her comb and some clothes frantically.

"Oh, certainly! Just a moment, please!", she shouted back, getting herself as decent as she could to receive him properly. She didn't know why it was so important to her. It was something she felt she should do. Tidying her ribbons on her hair, and looking herself on a hand mirror satisfied, then she stepped outside of the tent to greet the duke of Rosanne, with a nervous smile that she tried to hide with a gracious bow.

"Good evening, Virion. What is the matter? It is not tea time yet, as I recall" She looked at his face, flinching a little, cautious, if not a bit worried. "Is something wrong?"

[childishprankstress]

Maribelle makes a little cough to catch her best friend's attention while standing outside her tent. She seems almost hesitant to walk in like she mostly would do in normal circumstances. "Um, Lissa, dear? Can we talk for a while? "

Lissa quickly turned her head in the direction of where Maribelle was standing. Though she was tempted to smile, something felt a bit odd. It was as if something was wrong with her best friend. “Of course we can Maribelle! Is there something wrong?”

[childishprankstress]

The young girl tilted her head slightly then nodded in agreement. “Sure we can, Maribelle! As long as you’re feeling all right, then that’s all I can ask for.” Lissa gave her friend a gentle smile and proceeded to walk ahead. She couldn’t help but have such a concerned feeling for Maribelle. It was quite unusual for her to be so hesitant and withdrawn like this, but all Lissa felt like she could possibly do is be there for her dear friend.

"So Maribelle, what was it that you wanted to talk about? I’m sure it was something important, right?" She usually wouldn’t be this stubborn when it came to people discussing their feelings to her. But the idea of anyone being stressed out, and obviously show it, made Lissa feel worried. She only wanted joyful emotions for her friends, not any type of anxiety.

[fear-my-parasol]

As soon as they began to walk, Maribelle felt better. Not a lot better, but it helped somehow to be at her childhood friend's side. It always had helped. For years, she was the only friend the heiress of Themis had, and she was thinking she couldn't return all the kindness she had received from her properly.

"It's nothing as important", she began, feeling a little bad about making Lissa worry about something as idle as that silly thoughts that went through her mind. "Although it is a thought that has been bugging me lately, that much is true. I have been wondering if..." She drifted her sight aside on their surroundings, starting to play with one of her own curls. "If I am doing something wrong. I try to be as comfortable and laid back in this army as your brother and yourself are, but then I wonder if I really could fit in... I know it is silly of me to question myself in this way", she added apologetically. 

[gynophobicmyrmidon]

[[ SO I MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE DREW A MARIO x FIRE EMBLEM: AWAKENING THING? ]] [[… it— it simply is 2 bootiful mang ]]

[fear-my-parasol]

((Awww look at us cuties :D I have a crown and all!))

[fear-my-parasol]

"Who caught me in those antics...? They are going to meet despair when I find out. x__x"

[fear-my-parasol]

[ylissestactician]

The duchess’s words couldn’t help but have Robin feel surprised, a feeling he was still not quite used to while talking to Maribelle. He admired her honesty and sincerity for such an arrogant person, or so he had once thought of her as. She had talked to him with such genuine words that he found it hard to believe it was actually her. 

Robin couldn’t help but feel slightly suspicious, as the last time he thought this way, he took back the compliments he gave her with irritation, but dismissed the thought immediately, feeling a bit ashamed of himself for it. Maribelle was the way she was, and despite her arrogant personality at times, the tactician supposed it was all about the outlook on how one could see someone. He knew the lady would never mean official harm at all to anyone.

"Of course I can," For the first time since their conversation, Robin’s smile was just as true as Maribelle’s words. Bonds were everything in this army and to see someone like Maribelle trying for it was rewarding in it’s own way. "In exchange, perhaps you could teach me about etiquette and the… er, higher classes." 

[fear-my-parasol]

"Really? Do you really want to?" When hearing Robin's request, the noble lady's face brightened up a little more, as if she was overjoyed to hear that from him. "My, but it will be my pleasure! I'm always ready to instruct the lowborn about our customs. Is there anything in particular you would like to know?" Who knows, it could be not only interesting, but amusing to teach the tactician aristocratic manners. She would enjoy doing so, she was sure of it.

"There are a lot of disciplines I could taught you about. For example, which are the correct ways to use cutlery and which nourishment are employed for... or how to sit properly for horseback riding! Oh well, that is more appropriated for ladies, but I'm sure we can find an equivalent for that. It is truly a great idea you had there! A fair exchange of knowledge" Maribelle beamed at him, but she recomposed herself quickly as she realized she was getting too excited with the thought. That was no way for a lady like her to behave. "Ah, pardon me. You and I will have so much fun, that I can tell. We will begin whenever you want."

[feroxidancer-deactivated2013111]

[feroxidancer-deactivated2013111]

Olivia watched as Maribelle came up to the pile. The blush haired womans hands shook a little. Really hoping that nothing.. to bad would happen. Nobels seemed to have the finest eyes for detail. Well, she got points for being thoughtful that was good to hear. But woah, that smile. That was the kinda smile that could inspire and command. Olivia gave her own small sheepish one back.

Though it faded when she was offered help. A more surprised look took over her. Oh, their was no need! This was commoners work. “Are you sure? I would adore the help, and it would be nice to, I could probably learn how to be a little better at it from you. But, it is more common work. But if you’re okay with it, I would gladly enjoy the help and company.” It seemed the Nobel was set on helping. And this actuallly made Olivia very happy. It sounded like they would be turning these rags into something much better for the soldiers. 

"Oh, go ahead and pull up a chair. Theirs plenty of supplies in the box." Olivia would motion towards a wooden box, that contained thereds, and a small box that held the needles. Oh gosh, but then that mention of the tea of Ferox. "Oh, yes.. The tea does not taste the best, but it s good for you." A shy laugh came from the daner, Ferox’s food and drink more seemed to be that to help a warrior grow instead of for taste. "Once you get use to it though it can be a bit better."

Oh.. finer teas? Lavender? Was that not a fine smelling plant? Well, one of them was a Nobel and one a Dancer, so Olivia had a feeling Maribelle knew exactly what she was talking about. “That sounds very nice. I’m a little excited to try a tea from Ylisse.” Any tea would have been fine with the dancer, but it would also be nice to have a sample of a Nobels favorite.

[fear-my-parasol]

"Then it is decided!" Maribelle said cheerfully, doing as the dancer told her and grabbing a chair for herself as well as for the material she needed to start working on the fabrics. Never thought she would do a work like that alongside a commoner, but she found herself strangely comfortable with it. Maybe it had to do with the fact she offered herself volunteer for it rather than be pushed to do so.

"Do not trouble yourself for it being lowly work, for it is no trouble for me, darling. Just we have to make sure we don't overdo ourselves, right? After all our skills are required on the battlefield. Priorities come first", she added, making a carefree motion with her hand. "And it is indeed too much work for just one person. With the two of us, we will be quite more efficient and we will finish in less time. I will take care of the embroidery mostly and repair whatever flaw the fabric has... if it is reparable, of course, and you will join the pieces together. If it is right with you."

And with that settled, they could start working and continue that casual chat that had flourished between the two women. "I have no doubt that perhaps Feroxi tea could taste better when you get used to it... and with three or four spoonfuls of sugar, perhaps" She almost muttered that to herself, like she wasn't entirely convinced of Olivia's words and wanted to do so, but then the noble woman returned to the topic quickly, working with nimble fingers and without gloves on. The task required to proceed on that way. "But you will see, once you try our tea, you won't like to drink anything else", she added, a little too proud of that fact. "Trust me. I will prepare it next time we see again and then you tell me what you think about it... oh, it would have been so nice to have a bit for refreshment later" And even if she lamented that out loud, she continued with her work.  To put it in her own words, 'priorities first.'

"I have been thinking... it is most curious. I've thought of the Feroxi people to be quite blood-thirsty brutes... but you behave quite differently to them", she commented, looking at the dancer with genuine curiosity as she proceeded. "Like instead of the war-like behaviour that compels them you are full of grace and serenity. In times like this, it is refreshing to meet someone like that."

[fear-my-parasol]

[ylissestactician]

"That’s good to hear," Robin laughed weakly at the thought of her holding that over him at anytime, but decided to let it go as it didn’t seem she would at the moment. 

He sighed at the noble lady’s plainspoken, yet blunt words and took in a deep breath for good measure. “Well, I can’t speak for everyone, but no, we don’t hold fancy ballroom parties like you do. I guess you could say we do, like pie eating contests…” Robin trailed off as he realized she had what seemed like an endless stream of questions and tried to get her to slow down by holding up one hand so he could answer them one at a time. 

"Harvest fairs are an entirely different thing altogether." He tried to start again, and was relieved when her questions stopped coming. "There are stands filled with an assortment of goodies, jugglers that juggle daggers, duels to prove one’s worth, and mini games one can play to earn small prizes. The list could go on and on. Overall, they’re quite colorful, and usually last all day."

Maribelle’s wrinkled face at her last question finally made Robin laugh. “I’ve heard some villages do, yes. But tell me, why are you so curious to know all of this?” Her curiosity and barrage of questions made the tactician wonder if there was some deeper meaning to all this, although Robin couldn’t see the noble duchess participating in a pie eating contest. He waved away the thought with a grim smile at the very notion of it, for whatever that was worth. 

[fear-my-parasol]

"Why, you ask...?" Maribelle stopped to think for a moment as she finished paying attention to what the tactician had to explain, playing with one of her curls as she did. Of course, she was curious of the customs and life of the commoners, but she didn't stop to ask herself why. Then the answer came to her, plain and clear, and she looked Robin straight in the eye while answering.

"Our classes are very distant with each other, and it has always been. Of course, I didn't come to question myself about it until very recently... There is a lot of you that is unknown yet to people of high breeding like me. I intend to close the gap a bit more while learning this from you" and the smile that came to her lips was a sincere one, if just a little sheepish. "It is important that I do so because now we are in a close group together, guarding each other's backs. We are recognizing each other as equals. It would be easier to do so if nobles like me approach to your ways and get familiar with them." She was taking the example of her best friend Lissa, after all. She was so popular with the lower classes. While she realized how big the gap was between classes when people talked to her. They were afraid of her because of her attitude, she could tell, but in doing so, her work was becoming even more difficult.

"So there it is. I hope the answer has satisfied you...?" She recovered a little of her prideful pose, but she was perceptively more relaxed than before. "I would like to go to one of those fairs and see everything you've told me for myself. If we happened to find one of them, will you take me to it? To see the duels and the pie eating contests and the grape-stepping...? My curiosity is greater here than my squeamishness" She giggled a little when admitting this. "So, will you do that for me, Robin? Please?"

[fear-my-parasol]

[ylissestactician]

Robin seemed a bit taken back by her fierce words, but not very surprised until Maribelle had “almost” retracted her previous statement. As the noble lady gestured for him to come closer with her smile, he thought it only polite to accept her invitation she gave freely, so he sat down across from her.

"If you want me to. Let’s just not mention the slang again…" Robin joked half humorously and half serious. He dreaded the day anyone would ever hear that come from her again. The awkward memory of her using the ‘slang’ came into his mind then and caused him to wince visibly but he cleared his face before she noticed. ”Is there… err… anything you’d like to know?” 

[fear-my-parasol]

The time when she used that terrible slang came to her mind as well, causing her to hide a bit of laughter that got away behind her gloved hand, recomposing herself quickly as she looked at Robin with amusement.

"Very well. I won't torture you again with those mannerisms you've taught me - for now" After all, it was quite funny to see the tactician all bothered and flustered for those words coming out of her mouth. It was a cruel amusement alright because she did it as a revenge for putting herself in that awkward situation with Chrom and others, but all of it was forgiven by now. Maribelle wasn't a person who held grudges on others because of such trifles.

"Let us focus on other matters, then. For example... you haven't explained to me yet what are the things you common folk do in your free time. That is, if you have any" Once again, there wasn't really malice in her words, just plain prejudices of what were the peasants' habits. "You know, what it is that you do for fun. Do you go to parties? Do you hold contests? I've heard rumors of what people do in time of harvest fairs. Is it true you step on grapes to make wine?" The mere thought of it was a bit... disgusting, but still interesting. 

[fear-my-parasol]

[ylissestactician]

"Maribelle? Is that you?" Robin glanced up and smiled cautiously, not knowing what would be next on her list of things to… look down upon on him. Even tempered as she was, and usually with no intention to harm, she did so anyway with her harsh words that even she herself did not know about. So it was no wonder the weary tactician approached her with care. "It’s me, Robin."

[fear-my-parasol]

The noblewoman was brushing her hair in that moment, with extreme care to not ruin her beautiful locks, when she heard the voice. She sat up straight, looking at first a little irritated because her particular ritual was interrupted for a while.

"Why yes, it is me. I believe so, last time I've - oh, Robin!" Maribelle was a bit too late to recognize the tactician, but in doing so she softened her manners, inviting him with a gesture to come closer. "Come on in, please. One may believe you think I bite, dearie" Her smile, although a bit arrogant, came out friendlier than in other occasions. She was truly curious about that strange commoner that joined them, and was determined to get to know him better.

"So, what it is going to be today? Are you going to instruct me further in the commoner ways? They are rather... intriguing, to say the least." She left her hair brush aside carefully, looking at the tactician with a certain anticipation.

[fear-my-parasol]

"Well, well! It seems we have two newcomers into our merry entourage... so greetings, both of you! You seem like two decent young men, so we can hope you behave accordingly, yes...? Yes of course.

And also a little bird told me today it's the birthday of one of our members. Happy birthday, Olivia! May you have a very joyous day."

[g-undamtanaka-deactivated201402]

fire emblem awakening character appreciation → maribelle

[gynophobicmyrmidon]

The swordsman stood there for only a moment then nodded to himself, following quite a few steps behind the noblewoman. Her words of concern made him stare at her. “You don’t need to do such a thing… My fear is not as bad when fighting, but cripples me more when in a situation like this.” he sounded highly embarrassed with talking about his fear. Specially in front of a woman.

Silence transpired between the two of them only for a brief moment. Lon’qu was in deep thought about what Maribelle had said earlier. His words didn’t come out the right way again and he could tell they didn’t this time. He felt uneasy, of course, but that didn’t make an excuse for his irresponsible behavior. Finally, Lon’qu broke the silence, “I… apologize. For not thinking clearly about how serious this matter was…” his voice trailed off as he tore his eyes away from her. Lon’qu wanted to say more, he felt like he needed to tell Maribelle that his phobia and skittishness was also at fault for his train of thought, but decided to keep hush about it. It was already difficult enough to talk to her as it was to apologize in the same breath, so he let that feeling go. "… Also… If we weren’t able to find the night guard? You have yet explain that possibility." The myrmidon couldn’t help but feel a little curious about that outcome. Maribelle just said she wanted to find the ‘scum’ responsible of leaving during duty. Never did she mention how things would go if they ended up empty handed.

[fear-my-parasol]

It took a few seconds for Maribelle to think and answer Lon'qu's question. "Well - it is quite simple, actually. If we are not to find those scoundrels, then we might have to wake up others in camp and ask them to help us as well. Maybe we can ensure to find the offenders better this way and punish them - at least, that would be what *I*'d do." She shrugged graciously, as if the thought of that was really as plain as she put in words. Of course, it occurred to her that while in search of those who skipped their duties they still left the camp unattended, and *that* problem might become unsolved. 

Maybe they'd had to wake somebody else after all. The least of her desires, however, was to cause a ruckus, even if the matter was as dire as it could seem. Maybe they didn't have any other option. Before stating that, however, the noblewoman looked back at the swordsman - not for long enough to distress him - and nodded in approval.

"Apologies accepted. What counts is that we are doing something to avoid a bigger disaster, after all, don't you think? And you have come to acknowledge it at last", she said in a practical tone, forgetting how upset she was a moment before. "Maybe we should warn somebody else anyway, just in case. Just to make sure the camp is safe, you know... say, you won't happen to know who was in charge for watch tonight, by any chance?"

It could save them some time, at least. It was worth the try, anyway.