Fear Regna Ferox, fools!

RP blog for Flavia, Fire Emblem: Awakening You! You who trespass my domains! Who are you? /chuckles Don't be afraid child, if you bring no harm. My name is Flavia, and I am the East Khan of Regna Ferox. Do you need something? Want to prove yourself in combat? I'd be glad to train a little, may I say... Any volunteers? [[UNDER CONSTRUCTION]]

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G.6 - Tell me my fate, old hag

[itsacravatyoubarbarian]

Virion wasnt listening at the moment. Those robes reminded him of what in Chon’sin wore from time to time, even Lon’qu ‘s outfit seemed similar. And so, he worked himsef on it, while Flavia did the same. 

"Ah, I’d fancy a mirror now" he thought to himself, adjusting the sleeves while trying to pull it off as it was worth. 

He glanced behind where the woman had been sitting, spotting some more of those strange robes, and Virion approached them, looking for a fine color that he fancied.  And when he found the pink and white one, with those yellow flowers decorating the sleeves and the bottom. Maribelle would love it, or so he hoped. And so, he payed the woman according to it, while assuring that everything was on place, safe and sound. Yes, that should do it.

While thanking the lady for everything, Virion lead Flavia out of the tent, trying to answer her inquiring looks with a playful smirk. Well, she could wonder everything she wanted, but the duke was sure he’d be able to surprise Maribelle. Flavia seemed to approve, and, after all, it had been her idea as well.  Virion would think about giving her due credit. 

"Don’t we look ravishing right now, my dear friend? Perhaps this young lady was truthfully givin us a dash of…"

Virion’s words were cut out, when he looked behind them, to say goodbye to the fortune teller.

But she was gone. 

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>>Young lady? -the mock on Flavia's voice quickly fell into a pit, as she was as surprised as much as Virion at her side was.

>>GODS OF...! -while still impressed, the khan's inmediate reaction was fast enough to change from surprise to laughter. So hard and so loud that the warrior could have sworn she was about to be torn in two- Seems we were tricked! Amazing. I didn't know that festivals could be this fun. I guess we were fooled in too many ways. At least, nevertheless, we're still dressed.

It would have been beyond ridiculous that they were wearing nothing at all, as a part of the ilusion. What a poor consolation, Flavia thought to herself. It would certainly had been fun, probably her companion would drown in his own shame is such event happened to them.

And so, with a pat on his head once again, Flavia sighed.

>>She is going to love that, nevertheless. Fooled or not, these are some fine robes -Flavia paused- Let's get them dirty in a tournament!

And with such a joyful cry, the khan grabbed the duke's hand, running away from there, claiming to weild a sword and ready to kick everybody's ass while looking like a gentle flower.

Maybe she was both. But that day, she was going to be the winner.

Perhaps, indeed, those were lucky charms

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G.6 - Tell me my fate, old hag

[itsacravatyoubarbarian]

"I am certainly ready. And I am not a…" Virion sighed, finding some kind of comfort in Flavia’s gesture. It was rude, or maybe stupid. But there was a fammiliar warmth in there. 

It felt like Irine and Giselle were back with him. Perhaps their spirits were there, guarding him, awakened by the spiritist that sat before them. Like guardian angels. What they were in life.

The thought made Virion relax. There had to be a way to contain the flustering and the melancholy. 

The fortune teller waited patiently, until the duke had sat straight again, brushing off Flavia’s hand with a gentle gesture. 

"There’s tragedy in your past. And there will be in your future" the woman frowned, concerned about what she had said "In fact, about both of you. Similar fates. That…" she made a dramatic pause, her eyes going blank for a brief instant. Until she regained concience, sighing heavily and painting her lips with a faint smile "Will decide, with others, the fate of many worlds" she seemed surprised about what she was saying "Then again, the Shepherds will protect us all"

"My my, that was an… Accurate prediction, perhaps? A bit fatalist, if I may add" Virion tried to brush away the heavy silence that was threatening to fall upon them "There are no wives in my future? Not everything can be dark and gloom, madam. No offense, my dear khan, but I hope that the future doesn’t want you to be by my side as a faithful wife" the duke winked at her, but it was pretty obvious that the mere idea scared him "Ah, will this noble lineage be lost with me? Preposterous!"

"Maybe if you grow a pair you’d know that answer" spat the woman, Virion inmediately choking with mere air. That had caught him off guard. Completely. What rude manners! Blushing madly, the archer was certainly out of words "But alas. You need help. My help. Robes for your luck. Lucky charms if you want to call them"

Ah. There it goes, Virion thought, trying to regain his composure. All a trick to sell them something. Still flustered, Virion smiled faintly at Flavia.

"Shall we see them. We should fight fate with all our might" 

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>>Aso. All comes down to this -Flavia could have sworn she was already prepared for that, she had left above the table her little purse- Fate fighting by being... Fabulous- she tried to imitate the archer's tone of voce, and suceeded, pulling lightly from his cravat- Look, ruffles. You could... Buy them as a present. This was all your idea, after all.

And with that idea said, Flavia approached the woman, who was taking out some fine silks. Silk. Flavia never had worn silk before. Not even when she was a child. She had been a warrior woman, and nothing had changed that before, but... Why not, she told to herself. Those were beautiful robes. Curiously, amber and brown. Colors that completely matched with her. And a... sash? A red one.

>>How does one get inside this... Apparel -she muttered, frowning slightly, and certainly confused.

>>Let me work my magic. Perhaps you could buy some for the whole army. So luck can go to everyone, of course.

>>Not to enrichen yourself, of course.

>>Was my fortune telling a ruse? -all of three knew it wasn't. But they didn't dare to say anything. It seemed so, but the woman had gone so... She had been so assertive that it was hard to not  believe her. And Flavia knew nothing about magic, so she wouldn't dare to dismiss it. Cheap tricks were easy to tell. Real magic...

>>If you tie up that this tight I'll probably puke, woman! -Flavia laughed, while the fortune teller helped them get dressed, carefully.

And with the job done, wearing those strange robes, Flavia looked at herself, pleased about how soft the silk felt over her skin, while helping the woman fold her previous outfit.

>>Give me a sword and I could conquer a country, looking like this!

She was certainly pleased. Maybe that was the kind of luck those robes could bring them. Comfort. Softness. They all needed them, for the days to come.

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G.6 - Tell me my fate, old hag

[itsacravatyoubarbarian]

And so it was. Virion was totally pale. Looking at both of them so surprised he couldn’t even hold back a squeak of horror. Observing the young lady with suspicion. She wouldn’t be a ‘oh so powerful’ fortune teller, after all. If she wasn’t even able to tell how embarrassingly scared of Flavia he was, how could she predict his future?

"Ah, excuse me, madam, but I think you’ve got it all…"

"Wrong? Afraid not, runaway duke" the woman cut him off with a snap of her tongue, Virion flushing inmediately. How did she… Luck. All luck. It was wat he used to do. Tell random things that would fixate the victims mind and… But just for safety, he hid his ring inside his fingers, not showing his heraldry anymore "The deed is already done, sweetheart. There’s no use on doing that. Learn to take a joke. The lady may be too much for you"

"Mind you, madam, but I might do as I please" he snapped, a bit offended. But coughed  and stared at her blankly. She seemed to know too much for his tastes. Runaway. At least it was not -coward- "But then… There are no children in my present, what would make you think that there would be in the future?"

The woman snorted loudly, shaking her head, and looking at Flavia now. 

"What a stubborn little child. I’ll play your mind games later. Would the beautiful lady want to hear what I have to say?" and with her question directed to Flavia, Virion sighed relieved. 

He had a little stomach to do. That hit too close to home

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>>Sure! I ain't afraid, madam. Come on, bring it on. What's in my inmediate future? -Flavia's humor was excellent at that point, petting Virion's head as to calm him, as one would do with a little scared dog- Does Ferox hold without me these days? Old Basilio is going to trick me? I must be prepared!

Of course, the Khan didn't believe any word of that strange woman. But sure was to prove Virion how wrong he had been questioning her courage. Until the end, she would prove him so.

>>You are brave, khan. But your courage could be your fall. Stubborness will be what takes your beloveds away -Flavia blinked at the statements the woman was making, and wanted to interrupt. Perhaps that was going too far. Too... Personal.

Flavia was brave. But she had her fears too. Because, if the woman was refering to who she thought... No. She could only be the one to make Basilio fall. Her prey. Her friend. No one was allowed to change that. Not even his stubborn behaviour.

>>But that's one of the many incomes your future can take. You could become a mere wife, instead -the fortune teller shrugged, with a small laugh, that made Flavia come back to earth. Laughing loudly at those words- Fate is what we choose. The path we want to walk. May yours be more secure than what I saw.

>>Weeell, that went fairly good -Flavia was still laughing, trying to picture herself as an obedient wife, wearing an appron and a bun. It was just hilarious. She turned to face Virion, rubbing his head again.

>>So, pup. Ready to have your fortune told?

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G.6 - Tell me my fate, old hag

[itsacravatyoubarbarian]

Virion was at the moment absorted in his own thoughts. He had planned to take a lovely stroll that day, and was sure that time would convince Maribelle to come with him, to enjoy the pleasant view of such a radiant festival. And yet, there he was. His plan foiled again, and being dragged with the impetuous Flavia. She had assured him something about “good relationships between Rosanne and Ferox” while taking him away from his intentions. And he had resigned himself on pleasing the woman’s whims. 

When the feroxi woman spoke to him, Virion couldn’t help but jump. A small, little bump. But he did so. While always gallant, to the point of achieving his renown as a philanderer -which aggravated him more than he wanted to show- , he had to admit: Flavia scared him. 

What she had of being a lady, he had it as a ruthless blood-thirsty warrior. Oh, he corrected his thoughts. That was exactly what would describe Flavia. Or Henry, if he was a warrior, for the sake of his mental comparison. With a muffled cough, the archer tried to recompose himself. 

"Well, of course. A noble like me didn’t use to meddle with the… People. But there, my feisty friend, is where you are wrong" Virion smiled, proud, sure he would surprise the woman "But as a matter of fact, I am quite fond of this festivities! And we’re going to shine, my dearest lady, when I say this can be fun. Look at all the parades!" he pointed, with those chanting voice of him, as if he was narrating the events, like a bard. Earning a look or two from curious villagers, as they giggled away. 

"We’re gonna get our fortune told. By … that charming lady over there!" Virion was signaling to a woman in the distance, who hovered herself in a purple tent. With jewelery falling from the fake ceiling, covering the entrance of her tent "And then, we’ll sort who’s the better one. I forsee, from now, that we should take the risk, ask the fate! Or are you afraid, my lady?" 

And with a bigger grin than the one Flavia was flaunting, Virion bowed deeply before the woman. 

"Shall we go?"

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>>We shall, yes -though not having liked her braveness being questioned by such pompous man, Flavia laughed loudly at the little play Virion had indulged for her- Though I can forsee things too, ruffles.

Needless to say, Flavia rose her fist warily, enjoying the little jump Virion did again, making the feroxi laugh louder, rewarding the man with a pat in the head, as one would caress a scaredy cat. She liked the comparison, probably would use it in the future.

Although she was confused at how he had described the lady running the fortune telling. Because all she saw, was an old hag. Could it be that Virion was such a kiss-up he even wanted to flatter old ladies. Which, for her, was good enough.

Following his lead, they approached the decorated tent, and Flavia waited patiently, chatting with Virion at the time, more relaxed. As he wasn't trying to impress or woo her, it seemed like he was even, Naga forbid her to say it out loud, a good company. Pity all the women in the world, who wouldn't see that side.

When their turn arrived, both of them sat on the floor, as to get on the old woman eye level.

>> Aah, a young couple, I see -the woman laughed, mischievously, as to scare them. Flavia laughed loudly as a response- Now now, lass. Manners! Who wants to know first? When the new born child is coming?

Flavia couldn't tell if she was joking or not. But seeing Virion's reaction would be, at least, priceless.

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G.6 - Tell me my fate, old hag

Those kind of festivities, where the people would gather around and celebrate the harvest of that year, and for more concrete context, the one that they were attending to, was a fresh new air that the khan was grateful for.

Business and war were fun, sure, and she loved being on command, having her sword flaunted before the eyes of the enemies as they quivered with fear. And even all the paperwork and the general bureocracy that came with ruling Regna Ferox, even that, Flavia enjoyed.

What it would wait to be seen if it was also enjoyable was the duke's presence. A man like him was too flamboyant for Flavia's tastes, but he certainly had earned a laugh or two from her.

>>Hey, frills. You got stuck with me, huh? Let's make something good of this day. Can you recall any good thing to do today? It's not like in Ferox we had this kind of celebrations. And I am truly curious. Though it would seem... -Flavia smirked, with a spark of mischief in her eyes- That a 'noble' man like you wouldn't even know where to begin with the peasants festivities. Am I wrong?

She never was, of course. But trying to find out how much of a spine did Virion have would prove to be funny. Very funny indeed.

[monsterwhisperer]

Open RP || Lunchtime

It had been a usual day around camp, with the Shepherds spending most of their morning training and strategizing for their next battle.  After a long session of practicing his magic, Ricken had worked up an appetite.  He decided to take a little break and get something to eat.  As he was putting away his Fire tome, an idea struck him.  But first he would need to collect some firewood and fish…

After gathering the necessary supplies, Ricken constructed himself a little campfire using his fire magic to light the flame.  When the food was done cooking, he removed his hat, stretched out on the grass, and took a bite of his creation.  Just after he had put a large chunk of fish in his mouth, he heard footsteps approaching him from behind.  Curious, he turned around to see who the person might be.

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What a funny time to be outside. While Flavia enjoyed the royalties that came about being the Khan of Regna Ferox, the life within those Shepherds was entretaining enough. Of course, she cared about the fates of her people! May Basilio burn in the abyss of the Fell dragon's mouth before anyone but him could say that to her! But having the only obligation of being a good little solier was refreshing, to say the least. She was wandering through the camp, after beating a dummy for a long time, as stress could take over if she didn't relieve it quick enough, and now that she did so, Flavia was ready to take a little stroll. Of course she had never been a little girl who liked frolicking in the woods but there was a first time for everything, the woman supposed.

What surprised her, although, was to see the young lad, that Ricken, was the name, she thought she recalled. It was lovely how he seemed to look up so much to Chrom.

>>Oi, mageling! -she cheered, with a huge grin on her lips, bending down to look at Ricken's level- Does it taste good? Did you fry it with those sparkling fingers? Keep eating like this and perhaps you'll even catch up with ol' Basilio.