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@indevouement
𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗩𝗢𝗨𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧 — 𝗝𝗔𝗞𝗢𝗕.
" if uou fill a rasberry with water, you might be able to experience whats known as "drinking from a cup" , a common activity in mouse world " - jakob, chapter one, fates
portrayal notes / some mentions below… ! ( random asks = ok ! )
do maid cafes have unions or no
"i'd have liked to see if you hold the mettle a maid should."
eyes scan the menu before him. this was serious business, really. he holds no humor towards the matter - amidst the giggling and chuckling comes the sacrilege of what is otherwise a sacred craft. albeit, toned down for the sake of advertising yes, but . . . still.
he settles his finger on the high tea. it will do. any decent maid knows how to set up a high tea - it is somehow the most difficult to perfect and yet the easiest to do in simplicity. the first they learn, the last they master.
"would you kindly serve me the high tea suggested by the cafe? i would like to see how you do it," and jakob is no fool. he knows every culture will have a different ins and outs of how they approach the crafts. yet, he simply expects one thing of azura - dedication and faith. "black tea. the adrestian blend, if you would. thank you."
at that, he closes his menu, and gives her a nod.
@errsaufen
do maid cafes have unions or no
im nBack.....helow
The monk, with his yellow buff tied about his forehead, eyes the butler's strip of red. A Snake, hmm?
Funny.
"Ser Jakob!" he starts, from where he's leaning against a cabin wall in full sunlight, apparently no worse for wear from the heat despite his layers. "Yoohoooo~!"
He waves, whether or not the surly man graces him with a look.
"Lady Corrin let you off your leash, I take it? How strange, ohoho! How very, very strange!"
at the yoohoo , he knows exactly who beckons him.
for awhile, jakob pretends not to hear. really, he does try. and yet, it continues. . . eventually, he turns towards the one who assaults his poor ears.
he can certainly exchange excitement !
" oh, of course ! " jakob responds in turn. "why, unlike lady hinoka, lady corrin requires no 24/7 security."
it was . . . unbecoming to speak ill of royalty, but alas. his patience for insults to corrin is but a hairline thin.
"felicia is even off on vacation, too, you see. we needn't fret about my lady dropping sickly from a stiff breeze. that other one of yours must be working overtime," at that, he sips his water, as if he were toasting towards azama. "to your lieges health. she will certainly need the luck in your absence!"
Hmm.
Hmm, hmm, hmmmm.
Hm.
Brow furrows.
"You're off your game, Jakob."
Arms fold over chest, fingers tip tapping at bicep.
"Surely, surely you are not referring to my Lady Hinoka - she who is built like an ox, and takes care of us retainers more than we could ever dream of doing the same in turn?"
Some might be ashamed to admit as much.
To Azama, it's simply fact.
He grins back at the butler, all teeth.
"I do hope you bring a better effort to the games than," he gestures toward the other, "whatever this was. Granted," he hums, "my own effort could be said to have been fairly paltry to begin with, low hanging fruit and all, quite admittedly! But really, that's no excuse!"
The monk clucks his tongue irritably before whirling on his heels, dismissively waving farewells.
"I've higher expectations from you, sir! Do keep that in mind! Well then, ta-ta for now~!"
the demeanor change is-- loathe he is to admit it, a touch startling?
like, actually, genuinely?
what the fuck was that?
how fucking unnerving was that to jakob 1d20 = 18.
his smile twitches slightly from raw surprise, if not a hint of concern. jakob has seen garon in the flesh - hell, he has spoken to him. anankos-riddled, and prior to that. but this ? this was worse. something unnatural. something unhuman.
no, he cannot let azama read him like a book. he forces a laugh. he digs in his heels. voice raises a pitch to call out, so to ensure azama can hear him.
"no need to spare her public image !" oh, he dug them in too far. whatever. no turning back now. "but, i do refer to your lady hinoka. do mind, i never threw the first stone."
seriously, what the fuck was that?
"may you see the truth soon, azama. you do struggle with it," arms fold, and jakob watches him leave. "goodbye."
. . .
azama is gone, and jakob watches him leave.
a single bead of sweat rolls down his head, dripping from his chin.
. . .
he's not startled by whatever that was. not in the slightest. no, not even the all teeth and odd tone.
. . .
he really needs to get azama eliminated . . . urgently . . .
"Ah! Professor!" He had met Jakob only the once, in passing, but a familiar face was as near as a friend in these circumstances, and to have a friend on the team was valuable.
"I hope that you are able to make yourself comfortable here?" It was saying something that even in their brief encounter, Dimitri understood the man to be a bit tightly wound - he wouldn't have called himself lackadaisical, but where he had simply forgotten to change from his starched uniform and armor into something more appropriate for the climate, it seemed that Jakob remained as unruffled and pristine as ever, nary a crease nor fold to his garment nor his posture.
"In any case, I look forward to fighting alongside you in the trials that await us. I am sure that we can all depend on you - and, I hope, that you can depend on me, when needed!"
prince dimitri, of faerghus. though their meeting has been brief, jakob knows quite well not to forget critical details such as the crown prince of a kingdom.
"prince dimitri. yes, thank you for the welcome," he presents him a small bow, hand behind back, finely postured. the two of them were clearly cut from different cloth, albeit, both silken. dimitri's was naturally manufactured with the type, whilst jakob had learnt to sew in the common frills and decoration he ought to have. "i'll see to it our team succeeds."
at that, he looks up and down dimitri's uniform. it's ... well, it's a mess. ". . . presentation is the first step of seeking respect," he frowns, ever so slightly. "and you're not exactly dressing the part. a prince would be looked at on our team closely. i'd suggest you fix whatever you're wearing, quickly."
among the many activities fogado has busied himself with, “ lookout ” is one of his most covert. if there are teams, there is opposition… but also opportunity! alliances, intel gathering… if everything goes to plan, then maybe there won’t be a need for any fighting!
as he strides along the island fogado notices an unfamiliar face. white hair and a stiff upper lip—-perhaps one of the stricter professors of the academy, he’s heard. sure he might be intimidating, but maybe he has a soft underside! they called that gap appeal or something, right?
“ yo, professor! ” he calls casually, wondering how he can set a good impression. “ sure is sunny out! anything i can help out with? ”
jakob had learnt to keep himself hydrated since his time in the desert sands. it was hard to believe that , this time a year ago , he was tredging through dunes and finding himself kidnapped as a human sacrifice.
yes, this was much better!
he unscrews the cap and drinks, before turning to fogado. despite his initial caution, jakob remained dressed to the nines - the heat of happyland was not all too bad when he simply ignored the fact it was hot.
fogado . . . a student. not of his house, though. thus, his knowledge was limited.
"no," is his curt response. he lets it sit a moment, as if to imply there was not much more to discuss. but eventually, he continues. "you ought to keep to your own team. wasting weasel time on snakes is a fruitless endeavor. have you not heard that snakes tend to prey on the common weasel? thankfully, i'm not the type."
at that, he turns back to watching the hustle and bustle of the people before him.
we're snakes (we're snakes) we're the snakes
hands rest on tea cup, and jakob cannot help but doze off a moment. the early morning is something terrible in which he abhors, the sun barely peaking over the horizon. he had thought sitting by the oceans chilling breeze would do something to wake him up, but, not really. . .
( times like these, he understands what dwyer inherited from him was not just his looks. )
a few minutes pass ( ah, 30 minutes it seems . . . ). suddenly, he is jolted awake by a crab scuttling across his leg. he always took long to wake up.
tired eyes blink the weariness away, only to see a rather imposing figure before him.
"oh," jakob stands, rubbing at his eyes a moment. "is this the downside of this island ?"
surely, happyland was not all happy ? maybe he was about to get mugged ? who knows. "i have no money, by the way. best you move on."
we're snakes (we're snakes) we're the snakes
Send me hc + a word of your choosing and I’ll write a headcanon relating to that word!
Or send hc + two words and I’ll try and come up with one that links those two things together!
it's always sunny in happyland
team snake, room d
Sharing a room isn't anything new; not for a handful of knights or an Ashen Wolves student. Situations arise that necessitate sharing living quarters. That isn't the problem here. The problem lies in the fact that it's time for bed and their neighbors are shrieking like banshees.
Marni presses her pillow over her head, but it does little to block out the all too familiar voice reverberating in her ears.
"wuaAAAUUUHGHH!! THERE'S SOMETHING ELSE HERE."
It's a good thing the rooms are connected by a hallway and not a wall or Marni would have ruined all of the hard work of the people who had painstakingly built this place. This does not, however, stop Marni from throwing her pillow at the wall and tossing open her luggage to grab the axe lovingly cradled within.
"Ugh, I'm gonna murder him! I'm should've killed that no-good traitor the first go around, because now I can't sleep!" Seeming to not realize that now she's a second source of noise, Marni points her axe at the door. "I'm gonna kill him and then be right back!"
@lilailes @lordleonster @indevouement
She is used to sharing beds growing up with two other sisters and not having the means for much in the way of comfort. Even men, since the army, she is a bit reluctant especially since they are in no means a war, but did not dare protest at the room assignments.
They may not be in a war setting at the moment, but it seems her roommate has a different opinion as she makes a frightening threat and the loud thump of the pillow says otherwise.
“W-Wha?!” Florina sits up straight from her bed at her roommate’s outburst. She presses her own pillow to her chest, peering over at Marni from behind it. She understands that the people down the hall are being loud, or maybe one particular person, but that doesn’t constitute violence. Timidly, she glances at the other two to see if they were going to do something about it.
She tosses aside the covers and steps into her plush pegasus themed slippers. Squeaking as she steps, she stops not directly behind her, but a few steps back after the violence she witnessed just moments before.
“Y-You’re not really going to… murder, are you? I-I’m sure they have good reason or… we can talk without violence.” She looks at the other two. Never would she have thought she’d be turning to men to help, but if there were ever a time, now is it. “I.. did bring my lance if it comes to that, but surely there must be another way...”
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oh. oh, how he hates sharing a room.
jakob has been staring at the roof for a few minutes now. listening, quietly, to the shouting. to the threats of murder. he really has been placed with the least compatible people, hasn't he ?
hand adjusts sleeping mask, and he slides it up his head. slowly does he sit up, staring at the bed a few moments to accumulate his thoughts. ah, he thought he would be able to sleep in a little this mission . . . he thought he could sleep early and maybe not have to get up at 3:00 am . . .
"well, you certainly hopped to the murder part," jakob eventually speaks, looking towards florina. "very well. who needs sleep ? not us."
he shuffles through bedside table a moment, procuring a few tissues. crunching them in his hand, he checks their size against his ear. yes, these would work. nothing perfect. but it works. he does not press it in, yet.
but, he will call marnis bluff. "i'm not going to stop you," hand procures dagger from sleeve ( best to always be prepared ! ) and he throws it onto the ground before his bed. "if it gets you to stop your yelling sooner, be my guest."
jakob stretches his arms. "if i have to get up for this," he adds. "there will be a problem greater than you can ever imagine."
@lordleonster
"uhm. jakob." she presses her hands together near her waist, shifting nervously on her feet. "good luck. i hope you have fun." she means it genuinely, even if jakob might not like her anymore. (it's not the first time she's wished someone the best despite their hatred for her.) "t... that's all! bye!" she takes off like a lightning bolt before he can even respond. sorry king.
well, wasn't that strange ? really, jakob had always known her to be shy . but now seems odd . almost as if she felt awkwarder than usual , and for no reason jakob knew of.
of course , he doesn't call out to her. why would he make a fool of himself ? not a chance she'd hear. he simply watches as she runs , a puzzled look on his face.
that . . . might look bad on him, almost as if he had ignored her, but . . . truly, he hadn't. veyle was his friend. but why shout and yell ?
what a strange person she was at times.
The man before him had an interesting air to him. It wasn't a trait that felt extremely apparent but how he stood made him feel reliable in the way Alfred would trust his own retainers. An odd thing to believe as noble as they were, his retainers and friends also felt sweeterto be close to, which he didn't exactly feel from this man entirely.
Whatever the case one thing the prince was sure of is that they hadn't talked before and so it was his time to introduce himself.
"Hello, it's the first time we talk, right?" A simple but casual salute as his lips curved for upwards, forming a smile. One hand rested on his own chest as he continued his presentation. "I'm prince Alfred from the Kingdom of Firene, but here i'm just a lance and riding professor for the Blue Lions, it's a pleasure to meet you! It's also a pleasure to work with you as teammates, hope the time together is a fun one for the two of us."
" prince alfred, " jakob provides him a small bow out of respect, hands clasping behind his back. there is an air of nobility to the man before him, but simultaneously . . . something carefree. it is nice. jakob enjoys the ' vibes ', as some may say - it is a taste of familiarity. "i've heard something or rather on firene. very vaguely. lady veyle and i have found ourselves to be friends, of sorts."
very vaguely ! his knowledge of the kingdom is somewhat poor, and really, it's embarrassing. "jakob, of nohr. retainer to lady corrin. i can both serve and wound," it is spoken with pride, really. "it's an art of sorts, but i do it best."
at that, claw waves the notion aside. "my services are for my liege and my liege alone, but i've taken it upon myself to ensure our team is decently fed," it'd be a sore sight to fumble in front of others. "so please tell me your allergens."
The monk, with his yellow buff tied about his forehead, eyes the butler's strip of red. A Snake, hmm?
Funny.
"Ser Jakob!" he starts, from where he's leaning against a cabin wall in full sunlight, apparently no worse for wear from the heat despite his layers. "Yoohoooo~!"
He waves, whether or not the surly man graces him with a look.
"Lady Corrin let you off your leash, I take it? How strange, ohoho! How very, very strange!"
at the yoohoo , he knows exactly who beckons him.
for awhile, jakob pretends not to hear. really, he does try. and yet, it continues. . . eventually, he turns towards the one who assaults his poor ears.
he can certainly exchange excitement !
" oh, of course ! " jakob responds in turn. "why, unlike lady hinoka, lady corrin requires no 24/7 security."
it was . . . unbecoming to speak ill of royalty, but alas. his patience for insults to corrin is but a hairline thin.
"felicia is even off on vacation, too, you see. we needn't fret about my lady dropping sickly from a stiff breeze. that other one of yours must be working overtime," at that, he sips his water, as if he were toasting towards azama. "to your lieges health. she will certainly need the luck in your absence!"
"Jakob," Laslow begins, pinching the bridge of his nose, "what do you mean you want me to help you collect all the bedsheets for laundry? We've only been here one night!"
Mid-morning sunlight filters in through the half-open windows of the house. Laslow's just awoken from his slumber, earning him the unfortunate short straw of being first in Jakob's line of sight. "Who thinks about laundry on a mission like this, anyway?
" bed bugs, laslow, " and it is a dire statement indeed. of grave importance, even. "have you never been to an inn , riddled with the things ?"
jakob hadn't. no, he had spent a large amount of his life in krakenburg and then tents. oh , and a mysterious realm powered by dragon magic. but, still, he had heard horror stories from other servants. it was enough to chill him to the bone. "quit whining. i presume you've been on the other side of a sword before, and you find waking up early to be difficult ?" jakob frowns, but to be honest, jakob loathed mornings more than anyone else. ". . . wait."
he freezes.
"my whites laundry," a slow turn to laslow, his face unmoving. "you put only white sheets into it, no ?"
Even on a beach island vacation, Camilla would find a way to keep her title of “juice lady.” Where she found the supplies, for both non alcoholic and alcoholic drinks, or the cart she managed to hitch to Barbie to drag everything along with her was unimportant. It was juice time.
“Here, relax! And do let me know if you want something stronger mixed in.”🍹
" lady camilla, why, thank you, " jakob nods , curtsey and all. there is a joy in the beach for many who are not him . sand is messy, sand is grainy, sand stays within fine linen rather constantly. jakob cannot say he is fond of it. "it's wrong for royalty to serve the . . . well, servants, but i appreciate the offer."
"i abstain from drinking. its never been for me. but i'm knowledgeable on many forms of alcohol, if you'd like an opinion or five." finger points towards a bottle of water, and he takes it for himself. that . . . seems to contradict what he just said , and he knows it , but maybe it's okay because technically he served himself ? "what do you say ? my extensive knowledge on alcohol, and your . . ."
. . .
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gentle smile. "fascinating ability to . . ." oh, their competitiveness . . . "pull a cart."
he unscrews the cap, and sips it. "we'd be wonderful. i'm sure you can mix a drink, but it takes a finer touch. i will take it from here."
𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙩
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there's something fascinatingly understated about jakob. he wears too much of what he is right there on his face, though niles refrains from pointing that out in this moment.
who knows what effect that might have? and right now, he's been very pleased with what he has elicited. jakob is so deliciously predictable, the way he flusters and flounders. niles is surprised at how easy it is, but not displeased. his eye flicks toward jakob's throat, noting the way his breathing catches.
he suspected that jakob was precisely as starved for touch as he'd looked.
( there is no banquet too abundant for a man who has been denied, is there? )
he doesn't draw attention to that either, though.
he doesn't want to chase him off, by knowing too much, seeing too much.
"and if i told you i haven't tried this on anyone else? at least not today. what would you think then?" he asks, sliding obediently off jakob's desk and taking care not to tear any papers on his way. "is that really what you think of me? the kind of man to just try and cast a wide enough net as to catch something?"
he's amused, not insulted, but he pretends for a moment that he's very insulted indeed.
he ignores jakob's instruction to leave, at least for now. he'll hold onto that card, play it only when it's less convenient for the other man.
"maybe i really just wanted to get my teeth into you today."
he wants to hear it again, wants jakob to fluster and twitch and tell him to leave again.
" cast a wide enough net just to catch something ? oh, yes, absolutely, " jakob rests his ( own ) chin atop hand , looking about his office. "undeniably, actually. you enjoy trying to break into things that are not yours. things hard to get. it appears that i am one of them."
laughter escapes his lips, bubbling in his throat, partially forced. "what would i think?" it was simple. "i would think, it's time for you to get out of my office."
but he was not leaving. this was growing taxing. "your teeth," he walks towards the marksman, lightly prodding him in the chest. "can remain in your mouth and far from me. since when were you the type to pity the unwell with the offering of your mouth ?"
ugh. taking pity on jakob, offering to kiss him just as a ' feel better soon ' gift. offering for the metaphorical teeth, the refusal to depart. at least, at least jakob knows he is slowly pulling himself together rather well now - grounded where he stands, not off-guard. knowing what to expect.
"yes, this idea is great," sarcasm rolls from his tongue with ease. "let's kiss, on my desk, on student work. let's ensure that word of our indecencies reach all the way to the archbishop and our lieges. let's go hand-in-hand apologetically to explain to both lord leo, lord kamui and lady corrin why we've embarrassed them so very much at work by being so humiliating."
jakob can't imagine anything worse. genuinely, he fears he might die if he ever had to bow his head to his lieges and explain why he got put on work probation for workplace indecencies. maybe he'd just go back to nohr. maybe he'd just never leave krakenburg ever again.
he crouches down , collecting papers off the floor and straightening them against the hardwood. annoying. he had even crumpled his better students, who he set aside for the sheer sake of motivation that the art of healing was not dead. "find yourself an easier target," and at that, he partially relents. "either clean this up with me, or go."
