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Gerome of Fire Emblem: Awakening ~Son of Cherche and partner to 'Minervykins'~ This is an independent RP account, anyone is welcome to ask, poke or start a thread with him! Gerome may be a bit shy, but we'll do our best to reply to everything thrown at us!

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I’m glad this came out some-what decent

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((*blows dust off blog* hello~))

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How are you doing today?

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((Good, thanks!! :3))

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alteanexile said: [[Welcome back c:]]

((thank you~ ;w;))

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((*blows dust off blog* hello~))

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alteanexile replied to your photo: ((started my game and this happened; HAPPY...

[[It is her birthday here in my timezone too! The day just rolled over onto the 20th 15 minutes ago :D]]

((sdfbdjbgjf lets wait til it's the 20th everywhere and then secret b-day party for luci in rp-world! X3))

"....."

He may find it bothersome, but deep down even Gerome knows that's a great idea.

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((started my game and this happened; HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUCIIII!!!!))

"Congratulations..."

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*blows dust off blog*

((Geebus... I'm sorry everyone, I haven't been here for ages! ;3; I promise to get to replies as soon as I get back from work. Time to kick good ol' Ger awake and get him to socialize!))

"Great...."

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P-BBS

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FEえ　まとめ

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If the future you came from is avoided, would you cut yourself off from the parents you saved? I imagine it'd be very difficult, but it seems to be your approach things. I'm sure you're parents would love to keep you in their lives.

“…..”

A long silence settled, before Gerome moved and turned his back towards the stranger.

“My parent’s died. There is nothing more to save…”

Cherche and her partner would have him in their life. A younger, new version of him. This time’s version of him. He-… the current him, had no place here and never would. The place with this time’s version of his family belonged to someone else.

No, his chance of having family was gone and lost. Robbing his newborn self of the chance to live the life he craved would be unforgivable…

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If you ever found more wyrvens would you consider retiring Minerva to breed her?

"Of course."

That had been the plan all along hadn't it? return to the past and let Minerva roam with her own kind, possibly find her a partner to live happily with until her natural end. Of course he would not force her to find a mate... or 'breed'... Yet he would do whatever it took in his power to ensure that his little Minervykins did not have to spend the rest of her life in solitude.

Noone should be all alone, after all.

Not unless they chose to be...

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ooc;

*throws replies everywhere*

IT'S ABOUT TIME, I know...................

now to those 2 asks and then... I'm done. then I can lean back and wait for new shenanigans/replies ;w;

At this point I'd like to thank all my followers/rp-partners for putting up with my fail-ness. that is now a word.

[justice-cavalier]

“C’mon, it’ll be fun! You’ll see, it’ll be just like the good old days, when we used to play together as kids!” Now that took her back. She could remember the countless games of Justice Cabal they had played so often. Back then, talking to Gerome didn’t seem so… hard. But that didn’t matter! Maybe they just needed to get back into the groove of things! Cynthia made her way closer to him with confidence.

“Well, I’ve got a whole list of them, how about you just tell me which one you like the best?”

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Agh, she had to pull the 'when we were kids' card...

Nostalgia bore itself more or less gently into Gerome's mind; Feathered wings, her never-fading smile... Even back then she had been obsessed with getting him to do things that he did not want to do, and somehow, she had always convinced him.

These were different times however... he had gotten rid his fears on way or the other, locked them away for noone to ever set free again. If that meant making a few silly sacrifices, so be it. He had set himself a mission when he came back to the past, nothing could sway him from-

Yet when she shoved the list of neatly scribbled sentences in his face, it was hard not to at least glance across them.

"I don't have time for this!"

...There were a lot of 'hooo's in there... and the word 'justice'.He could have almost smirked; Cynthia had not changed one bit since they had been children...

"........They're all terrible......."

Maybe a bit harsh, Gerome.

[tiamochrom]

“Nothing has been decided about the aerial assault plans yet. I believe the ground attack strategy will be discussed on the war council in the evening. They will coordinate that with the input we give them.”  The sunset was hours away but Cordelia thought it should be enough time to finish up the strategy before the war council began. 

Cordelia pointed to the center of Plegia on the map Gerome was looking at. “The maps are not very clear on the detail, but the area we will battle in is mostly swamp and muddy terrain. I believe that is why we were asked to coordinate this strategy ahead of the war council.” It probably also was to not force Gerome into attending the war council and still get his input. She wondered if the tactician thought of that. 

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The war council...

Gerome's brow furrowed at the thought. If the plans were to be discussed there, then why bother him about them now? Was it some intricate plan to get him to interact? Had he not made his reasons for remaining neutral to all plans clear? He cast a quick glance at Cordelia, listening carefully as she continued talking.

Maybe she was right, maybe she was only trying to set him at ease, but the reasoning for calling a pre-council consultation seemed logical. The area she had pointed out did indeed not look promising for anyone that was not able to control a flying mount.

"Horses will be useless. They will be better off on foot." He mumbled, resting one hand on his chin, "do they expect us to clear the path?" It would be important to figure out how much of the battle was actually supposed to fall into the flyers' hands. They could possibly just round up the enemy in a convenient spot for the ground patrols to strike...

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This was quiet possibly the worst she had felt in some time, and it wasn’t even remotely because of the burning pain that danced up her legs. It broke her heart… using her position against him…

Milady.

That was what he called her. Like a Knight would. She wanted to apologize, she wanted to cry, honestly.. more than she was already. To bury her face into his shoulder and murmur apologies.

This was her duty was it not? To protect her people? Everyone back at camp…

She wanted to know, before this moment, before he stopped… had he been trying to keep her safe as a friend, or as his princess? She assumed it was because she was royalty… which was the entire reason she had reacted in such a way… but what if… what if she had made the wrong assumption…? What if his worry was for her… as his friend? As someone that meant more to him than just the royal blood that was dripping from her leg..?

However, there was no time to ask such things, the risen will have caught up with them soon.

“Gerome, I can wield Falchion, I merely need you to help me stand.” Her vocal resolve had weakened considerably, the lightest shake returning to rattle her words. Her watery gaze wandered her face, hoping to read something unsaid in his expression as she continued.

“It’s a single risen, it’s already been damaged, it will be tired from the running. I can handle it, please…” she had not begged as much in one evening ever in her life, “If… If someone who means so much to me can not put his faith in me… then I can’t expect it from anyone else. I can do this. And then it’s straight to the medical tent from there, we’ll send someone else out to complete my patrol..”

A hand came to rest on the side of his face, directing him to look at her, to look in her eyes and see hopefully, that she could do this. “It would mean the world to me… if you could believe in me, right now.”

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He avoided her gaze as good as he could, scanning the nearby trees for the movement that he was expecting any moment now. Why had he stopped, damn it!?

[I merely need you to help me stand.]

Her words brushed by his ear, weak and shivering; a matching set with the slim body that lay in his arms. Never had he thought, he would hold her, or anyone for this matter, so close. He did not usually wait for those who could not keep up, would he not be able to help them anyway. Caring for the sick and injured was a thing he left to the clerics and monks, as well as the few other members of their band who were blessed with healing hands. Fate had only given him the gift of death, quick and clean, so how did she expect him to help her stand? Even if he held her, the wound on her leg-

At this moment her hand caressed his cheek, and he almost dropped her right then and there. What in the- His face grew hot and he could feel his mind running quicker than usual- not in any way that would have helped though... This was- not okay. simply not. Such contact wasn't something he was particularly used to and definitely not something he could deal with right now! She was too close already- how dare she interfere with his personal space even further!?

[believe in me]

He moved his head, in order to free himself from her touch, but within second he realized that unless he set her down he would not be freed anytime soon. AGH! And so he did.

“That is not... what it is about, and you know it!”

Still flustered, he glared at her. If he did not believe in her and her ridiculous ideas, then why would he be here in this forsaken time in the first place!? Could she not be happy with that? Obviously not...

“But you leave me no choice, so you better win this.”

He stood by her side; just like so many times before and yet this time felt so very different. His arm remained wrapped around her waist, her body pressed against his. She should be able to take enough weight off her wounded leg this way to strike. Furthermore, should the risen be strong enough to withstand more than one hit, from this position Gerome could easily pick the princess up again and follow the original plan. But alas, he would allow her one strike. One.

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ooc

wtf tumblr!? o___O I didnt reblog anything!! ... at least not consciously? *shifty eyes*

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egh...

so my portable internet died completely now… or at least for the night… anyway there go my plans… a whole night being bored ahead yaaay OTL I will be lurking on my phone and write up the tags I owe so I can post when I get home ;3; leave gerome some asks or stuff if you want, I’ll get to those when I get home and have icons as well ;w; sorry everyone!