Resonance.

[Fordola (rem) Lupis, affiliated with Isola Radiale]

[fordolaremlupis]

dawncrests‌:

It was difficult not to grin in response to this woman’s comment. Her reasoning was sound enough, if simple; in many ways, the princess herself even adopted similar justification for some of her own actions. But it was always more complicated than that, wasn’t it?

 As for her accusation… No, not a kingdom. An empire — though this future emperor would leave that detail out for now. Best not to aggravate her even further with any unwelcome attitude.

“Very well. I certainly wouldn’t fault you for that alone. I was simply curious.”

She forced a straight face as she continued to speak. “A long way from my kingdom? Oh no, nothing of the sort. This is my academy uniform. Or it was, before I found myself here.” Clearly the mere concept of nobility was an uncomfortable topic. It wasn’t surprising — Edelgard couldn’t imagine that relations between those who were nobility and those who were not could be much better than they were in Fódlan, even in other worlds. “But that’s not important — don’t let me keep you from more of your heroics.”

The soldier gave the young woman a self-satisfied smirk. Clearly, she was pleased with the reaction she got; no change in the white-haired girl’s calm demeanor to speak of, she was clearly confident in her own strength. That alone was respectable, even to the likes of Fordola.

“Tch. As if I care about the details --- you’re a wealthy twat is the point. If I were you, I’d try not to stand out so much.” Fordola then rolled her eyes and sighed as the girl mentioned her ‘heroics’. “You really don’t get it, do you? Nothing I do will ever make amends for all the blood I’ve shed.” There was such finality in her statement, but there was truth to it. How could anyone like her hope for more than a merciful death? 

The redhead scowled --- clearly, this subject was touching a nerve. “I’m done with this conversation, if you’ve naught else to offer me.”

[fordolaremlupis]

Baelsar...

[fordolaremlupis]

dawncrests‌:

Edelgard crossed her arms over her chest. This reaction was… interesting, to say the very least. What reason would this person have to become so defensive over what could have been a simple, if even friendly, conversation? It was only a matter of time before she met someone so confrontational — she presumed she was lucky that it had taken as long as it had since her arrival.  

“What’s it to me? I suppose I’m simply interested in what people do with the only power these captors give to them.”

“But what was the theft to you? Surely you had a reason to stop it. And with such force, no less.” The perpetrator never stood a chance. Perhaps stopping the crime had only been a reaction of instinct. She’d likely do the same, too, if caught in the same position — but such a thing hadn’t been commonplace in her own life. Edelgard’s battles were different.

The young woman narrowed her eyes at the stranger, as if she had issued some sort of death threat. Her reasoning was sound, but what was she getting at? Fordola crossed her arms over her chest in turn as she answered.

"I do what I like, when I please. How's that for reasoning?" Her tone was nearing mockery at this point. All she wanted to do was kick the seven hells out of a thief and be on her way, but now she almost felt like she was being interrogated. The only thing keeping her from simply walking away, however, was satisfying her own curiosity.

"Your clothes --you some sort of nobility? Must be a long way from your kingdom; would be a ruddy shame if something happened to you."

[fordolaremlupis]

“You lot being squeamish about killing a person means you don’t truly have what it takes to survive. Sometimes it’s you or them, and the choice is obvious.”

[fordolaremlupis]

⌛️

Muse skillset symbol meme 

⌛️ — time management

I had to put some thought into this one, but I think Fordola is pretty average at time management. I think she’s alright at guessing how long daily tasks may take and planning accordingly, but she’s by no means perfect at it. If that makes sense?

[fordolaremlupis]

👾

Muse skillset symbol meme

👾 — video games

Very bad. Just incredibly bad. Has literally never seen a video game in her life and will probably smash a controller.

[fordolaremlupis]

💰

Muse skillset symbol meme

💰 — finance

Considering that her father was a merchant, and apparently a pretty successful one, it’s reasonable to assume he passed on his knowledge of managing money. It hasn’t been knowledge that’s useful to her as an Imperial soldier, but she still holds on to all of those precious memories of her father who she misses dearly.

[fordolaremlupis]

🚿 — hygiene

Muse skillset symbol meme

I actually haven’t thought about this before! I don’t imagine her to skimp out on the basics such as bathing regularly (even if it’s just in a river somewhere), but she’s probably not someone who cares much about shaving her legs or wearing perfume. Fordola strikes me as a very bare necessities type.

[ask-meme-addicts]

Muse skillset symbol meme

Send an emoji to learn how good/bad my muse is at that particular skill!

💋 — kissing

💄 — makeup

👾 — video games

🎵 — singing

💃 — dancing

🎹 — playing an instrument

🌷 — taking care of living things

🌲 — surviving in the wilderness

👊 — fighting

😇 — following rules

🍳 — cooking

🍼 — taking care of children

🎁 — giving presents to others

🎉 — hosting parties

💌 — romance/flirting

🎨 — art

🍀 — luck

⚽️  — sports

🏊 — swimming

🚗 — driving

🔮 — magic

🔎 — investigating

🔫 — long range weapons

💣 — explosives

🔪 — melee weapons

🔬 — scientific pursuits

🚿 — hygiene

💰 — finance

🌍 — knowledge of the world

👻 — communing with the paranormal

📚 — reading

🔧 — engineering/mechanics

⌛️ — time management

📥 — organization

🍺 — alcohol tolerance

🚴 — riding a bike

🎭 — performance art/acting

⚓️ — sailing

➗ — mathematics

[shadowbringcr]

“So you’re here too, Fordola?”

It’s still unsettling, this uncertainty about persons in her life and the connections they do not remember. For them to look upon you in confusion, when they have touched and changed your life in many ways… At the very least, she could handle it coming from lesser known acquaintances. And if Fordola’s abilities as a Resonant remain, then perhaps she may connect the pieces herself.

She’s not too sure what to make of the Butcher, even after everything - to walk in the visions of Fordola’s past was one thing, to be able to understand her plights and motivations was another. But Lycelle remembers Lakshmi, and the truth was simple: if not for Fordola, there would have been individuals tempered inside that room. Amicability was the least the Warrior of Light could offer - if not for Fordola herself, then it is for the sake of a fellow Scion who has taken a recent liking to her.

“Relax. I won’t be demanding for your arrest.” She had no authority, and Lycelle’s not even sure if there are even prisons in this place. “How do you fare? I’ve been told that you have been assisting Arenvald with his duties.”

@fordolaremlupis

[fordolaremlupis]

The young woman often took to sitting alone, these days. Whether it was on a bench, a flight of stairs or a rooftop, it gave her a sense of peace to forget everything except for the sights of the city around her. Fordola took a swig from the bottle of beer sitting next to her. She never felt so...aimless before. It was frustrating, and yet she couldn't do much about it --she felt so terribly out of place in this city.

Her olive eyes glared at the Elezen woman who now threatened her alone time. Just who did she think she is? And yet...something seemed very familiar about her, but it certainly wasn't her face.

"I..." Fordola began, but she paused. No one usually asked how she was doing. No one save for Arenvald, but it somehow meant much more coming from another woman. Her face seemed to soften for the slightest moment before her brow furrowed once more. "...feel annoyed. By you." So much for a touching reunion. "And I was, but the fool is nowhere to be found here. Part of the Alliance, are you? Must be, otherwise you wouldn't be here making sure I'm being a good little lass."

[fordolaremlupis]

heretiscorn‌:

         at a table over, kyouko sits with her head nestled into a propped arm. she doesn’t mean to stare, her gaze simply falls on the woman frowning as she bites into her bread. and while she was definitely feeling a bit hungry ( she always was ), she had no intentions to actually eat here. so as each second passed and another bite taken, the puella magi continues to watch, to judge the other silently – that is until she calls kyouko out.

         ❛ even if i did ask, which ‘m not goin’ to, would you have shared? ❜ pausing, she lifts her head and with it a doubtful brow. ❛ look, i’m no beggar so you don’t need ta pity me – i can get by just fine on my own. but you? ya haven’t dipped yer bread once into yer soup. someone’s classy. ❜

What sort of child talk to strangers like this? Where in Hydaelyn were this girl’s parents? Mayhap they were dead; lost to some conflict or tragedy. Gods knew Fordola could sympathise. That thought alone made her feel something --something she hadn’t felt in years.

“I’m no saint. I’ve done things that would give you nightmares, but even I’m not cruel enough to let a child starve.” The redhead replied after swallowing her mouthful of bread. At the very least, her statement was true now. When she was a rem? She didn’t really care to dwell on it. The girl’s other statement made her scoff. “No one would ever mistake me for having class. Go run back to your parents! I’m sick to bastard death of you.”

[harliquinade]

@fordolaremlupis takes a trip down memory lane!

If you think Arkham’s scary for doctors, you should try it as a patient.

That’s what she’d said to Batman that night after the events with Sugar. Harley found herself within that memory– the rec room was cold, quiet and empty with the exception of a few other patients and a guard. She looked on at herself sitting against the wall, eyes wet with tears as the weight of the situation finally began to sink in. 

She had worked here previously and Arkham Asylum was enough to give anyone the heebie jeebies just as a doctor but when you were here as a patient, the place took on a whole new perspective. It didn’t help that she was here alone, her first week was one she’d never forget. With Joker still on the run and Poison Ivy too, she really did have no one.

Until a voice from across the room caught her attention. Well, different voices, really.

“Hey cutie! yeah Blondie, I’m talking to you! You look like you could use a laugh!”

The Joker and Batman sock puppets peeked up over the couch in the middle of the room and put on a show just for her. Observing the memory, Harley couldn’t help but laugh along with her memory self as the Ventriloquist made an effort to make her feel better. She’d never forget what he said either.

“He said we’re kinda like a family here. Turns out he was right.” 

memory: detective comics (1937) #831

[fordolaremlupis]

Once more, the redhead found herself in an unfamiliar place. Like waking up from a stupour, everything around her seemed to fade into reality or at least what was trying to pass for it. As Fordola looked around at the room, she noticed only one person looked out of place --a blonde woman with pigtails ending in coloured streaks, with outlandish black and red clothing. Stranger yet, she seemed to be talking to...herself? 

Ah, this was another memory, wasn't it?

"What's the meaning of this? Where's that bloody dragoon run off to?" She demanded, paying little attention to the puppet show in front of them. If this was one of that strange blonde’s memories, at least they had something in common. As if them both being confined to some sort of prison was a comfort.

“I don’t have time for whatever sob story this is, I just want to leave. Do you hear me?”

[orapronobispeccatoribus4-18-201]

im not passive-aggressive. im just aggressive. i dont even know what passive means. that doesnt make me stupid. ill fucking kill you

[fordolaremlupis]

“Someone caring about me is a laugh, let alone romantically. I feel pity for the poor sod who would even try.”

[fordolaremlupis]

wyrmblight‌:

          “ what, were you expecting a manor bedecked with glitter and gold? ” he scoffs. “ donning the mantle of azure dragoon had not turned my blood blue and greedy, contrary to what you outsiders may believe. ” though it is an easy assumption to make; haldrath’s legacy begat expectations none of his successors were keen on reaching. so united was their will to rid ishgard of its nemesis that it left no room for frivolities, and recalling the many times he had to explain this time and again for nobles during their social gatherings is enough to make him weary. 

and so he directs his focus on matters of more import. 

          “ i am well aware of that. ” estinien leans against the wall and crosses his arms. “ this is one of mine memories when i was but a fledgling soldier at the temple knights, and it appears that you are here as an audience, much like the past visitors who had accompanied me in other memories. the why’s, however, still elude me. ”

The woman paused to rub her temples; even now she was still plagued by terrible headaches. What the Azure Dragoon was blathering on about all seemed to make sense, making this situation that much more of a nuisance.

“Aye, well, I never had time to ask so much as your bloody name before you destroyed those cannons and fucked right off, did I?” The redhead grumbled before turning back to the man. “Not that it matters anymore.” And yet here she was still holding a grudge anyway. “And discussing the why of this is a waste of time --the sooner I’m out of here, the better.”

Fordola brushed past the dragoon, taking extra care to jostle him with her shoulder along the way. Climbing down the well-worn stairs brought her to what appeared to be an old inn. If she hadn’t experienced the power of the Echo before, she might not have believe this wasn’t all real. Well, at least this was clearly in Eorzea and not whatever that Spirale place was --vague familiarity was better than nothing.

[fordolaremlupis]

invitedeath‌:

he was not averse to bloodshed. what little effort it might take for the long blade at its side to push between the ribcage and thus puncture whichever organs he saw fit. it was almost a necessity at that point; to remove any and all whom stood in his path or dared question whichever of his vows he had taken towards the planet. death was merely but a part of life; the end of the cycle before the rebirth. in death, people still had their purpose. she was but one life, but she would still matter in the smallest of fractions when it came to the lifestream.

but he would not kill her. not now. 

unlike the more hot headed world-enders, he was cool in the face of those who might seek to mock, who did not truly understand his power. he would not rise to such trifle things, thus proving their case of his dramatics. the proof of his legacy, as warrior or threat, was no small feat. it did not matter that she may not have seen it, because the fact of the matter was that she would. 

“ rushing to its destruction would only end in failure. you speak as inexperienced as you appear. this is why you are beneath me, and why you should know your place. “

on high, the blade almost sparkled in the sun. but it soon took to glowing a luminous, ethereal white, as if charging within the sunbeams of the day. but it was hardly such a simple feat. even just this small fraction of energy channelled into the blade would cut apart her in mere seconds. her bone as brittle as mere paper as the masamune might render her defeated. but he did not strike her per se.

in a sharp and swift motion, he drew back the blade to the earth, wrist angling suddenly so that it twisted from pointed high to the heavens to then facing the depths of hell. the sudden movement released a pointed beam of energy; silver and flickering as it charged towards her. the effect was instantaneous. the concrete beneath her undid and exploded upon impact as the blade of energy struck it, before the wave of its power sought to knock her back and blast her with that same mass of stone and gravel. 

such a small, almost insignificant manoeuvre yet still so incredibly effective. 

“ i have no time for such a weak presence. you are barely worth my time. “

The young woman scoffed as the man raised his sword to her. Was this meant to scare her? Fordola had seen a good many things that rattled her, but this was far from one of them.

“You think this is gonna intimi--” Her words were suddenly cut short as she suddenly felt her feet leave the ground, her body sent flying backward like a rag doll and landing on the hood of a car with the sound of crunching metal. It all happened so fast, she barely had time to react.

This was no ordinary man. No, this one might even give the Warrior of Light a run for their gil. The conscript winced as she slowly got back to her feet; for once, she was at a loss for words. Instead, Fordola limped away like a dog with its tail tucked firmly between its legs.

[fordolaremlupis]

There’s a knock at the door. When you open it you see a package on the ground. When you open it you find a shiny clown nose.

“What in the fucking hell is this? Who’s leaving rubbish on my doorstep?”

Fordola dropkicks it into the street and proceeds to slam her door shut.