Peri-fect

Closed RP blog for Peri from Fire Emblem Conquest and Revelations. Affiliated with Fire Emblem RP. Icon by INTELLIGENT SYSTEMS.

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Bookshelves

@tomexthief asked for a starter so I tried to deliver

Certainly, entering a place like that was anything but familiar to Peri. Sure, she had one back in her mansion, when she lived there, but it didn’t take long for the books to become dusty and unworthy to even look at. Her mom seemed to like it, another reason why she never wanted to enter, and her father didn’t usually go inside, especially with all the mess the servants refused to clean. Perhaps they, too, disliked the aura their lady had left behind.

This library wasn’t her own, though, and the books, albeit old, seemed to be in great shape, and she didn’t feel the need to sneeze when she touched them, pulled them to her, opened them and then put them back in the general position they were. Eventually, the only book that managed to find its way into her hands for more than seconds was a kids’ book. It had a cute drawing of a lion on the cover, too!

The sound of a book falling nearby seemed to startle her for a bit, as she quickly turned to meet a person who was accompanying her. “What’cha doing there? Stealing?” That was her first thought, at least. “You know. I always wanted to see how it was to cut a thief’s hands, or burn them!”

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Before I Kill You, Mr. Bond

A starter for @scatterwhizzits

Peri had been the one to call the maid to her home, of course, but she definitely didn’t expect to receive a response so soon. Certainly, it was better to ask her than to ask the butler, or her (twin?) sister, the one with blue hair like hers. Felicia could probably spare some of her time spilling tea and breaking glass to spend some time with her, right?

When the entrance door opened, she was already in front of it. Peri took the bottom of her throne with her hands, lifted it slightly as she turned around and faced Felicia with a smile. “Hello!” she said, waving a hand at her.

Slowly, she stepped up and went to pat Felicia’s shoulder. “You know why I called you here, right?”

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△ Thoughts on your parents? Thoughts on becoming a parent yourself?

“An interesting question. I gave some opinion on my father, but my mother...” She squinted her eyes.

“She was a great gal, always looking out for me and keeping me happy, almost sane. I was her only girl, and she read me a lot of stories when I was young! She wanted me to become a noble of some sorts, but of course, I only got the title.” DId that imply having children? Getting married? Perhaps...

“But I don’t wanna have children just yet. I feel I would only... hurt them. I didn’t get born only due to my mother, of course. I’m afraid I’m going to end up as a bad parent, like dad.”

5/10. A little too much to ask for her family.

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ooc; △What is your most painful regret?

Well, speaking about “painful” was... of course, a hard subject, but she couldn’t exactly recall many things she regretted. A hand was placed on her chin, as if she was trying to recall...

“Perhaps it was never seeing myself after all these years, choosing to become... well, the person I was before. A killing machine, a lunatic, ‘Peri’.” She shrugged. “I never really saw myself in the mirror much, but I feel I wouldn’t have liked the monster in my reflection.”

Suddenly, she snapped her fingers. “Right! Leaving school! I still struggle with some books and math! I guess that’s a regret, too?”

4/10. While it’s painful, there’s not much that happened that was... entirely her fault... at least, yet.

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△ "This is... it might come across as an odd... odd question, but, uh... Do you... Do you know what you'rd, um, doing?"

“You’re right, it’s an odd question.” Currently, she was making tea, and the thought of spilling it over Felicia came to mind, but she didn’t want another hallway fight, or any fight, so she gently placed it on a table in front of Felicia. “Careful, you dummy.”

She thought a bit about the question. “If you’re speaking about... after I left Xander’s? Not much, really. Recovering my family’s home, training my assistants... trying not to become insane.” Her eyes moved to the tea. “Right now, though, I’m trying to prepare a tea party for... myself. Today’s special is green tea with lemon and a bit of cinnamon.”

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△ "Do you take constructive criticism?"

“No.” She was peri-fect.

0/10. Easy to answer.

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△ Do you still love your father?

Peri was speechless at first, after hearing the question, she considered pouncing on the grey mage and beating him until he was but a pulp... but the image wasn’t one she wanted to convey. She took a deep breath, mentally counting... One, two, three... four, five...

“No. He’s a stupid, unlovable coward and I hope his corpse is rotting somewhere in the depths of a forest, maybe frozen to death near the Ice Tribe. I don’t know! You know what?” She stood from her seat, kicking it when she did. “I have no father! I only had a mother that died due to his stupidness, his uncapableness to defend her! Jeez, I wish he died instead of her! Maybe I would, maybe I would-”

She stopped, bringing a hand to her face, covering it slightly. She felt her own tears. Peri had always been a crybaby. “Maybe I would be okay if he died instead of my mommy... maybe I would still love him if he had decided to stay, if he had been more... like my daddy.”

8/10. I think I sent this? Why?

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Holy crap, Peri got a lost of questions... Anyways. Like this for a starter so Peri can, too, have some activity.

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Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character

They’ll have to:

Rate on a scale of 1-10 how much they don’t want to answer that question.

Answer that question.

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Beep

Send “Beep” for a random text from my muse!

15. A text for help.

[06:15]: hey so you’re like[06:15]: the coffee guy, right?[06:16]: can you bring me a cup of coffee? PRETTY PLEASE?

[12:49]: i’ll be in debt with yoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo[12:49]: nevermind i fell asleep[12:50]: a cup of coffee would be nice, though

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beep~

Send “beep” to receive a text from my muse!

13. A wrong number text.

[13:49]: so like I realized he was actually dead.[13:50]: you won’t believe how much he bled.[13:50]: 😂😂😂😂!![13:50] that rhymed!

[16:13]: wrong number, sorry[16:45]: i was speaking of a mosquito[16:45]: just killed another one haha

[20:13]: nobody was injured ok

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SEND “BEEP” FOR A RANDOM TEXT FROM MY MUSE.

I’ll randomly generate a number between 1-29 for one of the following:

A funny text

A sad text

A scared text

A late night text

An excited text

A taunting text

An angry text

A frustrated text

A concerned text

A loving text

A confession via text

An accidental text

A wrong number text

A text that wasn’t sent

A text for help

A helpful text

A comforting text

A drunk text

A bad idea text

A rude text

A long text

A one word text

A text asking for advice

A final text

A flirty text

A hyper text

A weird text

A sarcastic text

A heartbreaking text

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Leaving the Post

Her things were packed and the sun was still up, or it would be, if they were able to see the sun. While the opportunity to become a general had been given to her, so her abilities in the battlefield wouldn’t go to waste... and while it was a great opportunity to constantly let loose some energy... there was a feeling of uneasiness inside Peri that told her not to be there... that she simply shouldn’t belong there anymore.

And yet, it had been hours since she packed her luggage, a couple less hours since she had decided to spend some time in the dining hall of the castle to eat something. The empty plate in front of hers had been in this state for the past hour, and even her slow, deppressed eating had to come to an end, when the food was already cold and she found herself hitting the fork against the porcelain. She repeated this sound a couple more times, just to be sure.

To say the plate was completely empty was a mistake, however. It held no food, but it held the residue of her red eyes as she looked at the plate. She hadn’t even stepped outside the castle and she already missed it, she was going to miss it every moment she would be out of it. This was her home, even if she was going back “home”.

A broken sigh brought her head into the plate, and a similar sound came from the plate hitting the table under it. The maids didn’t want to mess with her in this state, only a fool would approach her, try anything to cheer her up... and yet, there was someone...

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Hello! Sorry for the long wait for this muse. I don’t think it’s important to mention what it’s been as of late, but!

What is important is that, now that I’m concentrating on two muses, I want to do a clean-up of my blogs and threads. I don’t seem to have any running threads, so I’m going to close them, do new starters and set an open starter for tomorrow afternoon.

Of course, if you’re reading this and want to thread with either Peri or L’Arachel, you are welcome to like this post.

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no rest for the wicked// peri + matthew

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waywardthief:

He got the distinct impression that  everything was not so neatly swept under the rug as he might have hoped for, but then… the issue at hand was a sliver more complicated than that, he supposed.

Whatever the case, dealing with it would have to wait. He saw no need to dampen his already less-than-stellar mood this evening. Even in spite of it, he could take a moment to appreciate a friendly face.

“One need not exclude the other,” he noted with a grin. “I wouldn’t mind the company.” A pause. “... Aaand I’ll admit I most certainly wouldn’t mind another drink, either. Noble’s wine sounds promising. Shall we?”

“Okay then, get your kidneys ready and... some air, yes!” Afterwards, she began to rush down the stairs at a speed that only showed she was capable of doing that without the fear of her falling down. Another proof that she wasn’t a child. It didn’t take long for the echoing of her steps to come back, and now Peri was holding a bottle of wine in one hand, and a wine glass in the other.

“You know,” she began to explain. “There’s always been some controversy between royal wine like this and common wine.” His glass was half full, so she stopped and placed it next to her, taking a step back from Matthew. “Royal wine has a peculiar taste, but it’s one you don’t get until you’re used to it, then taste common wine. I’m not saying it’s better, but... well, wine has always been a special drink.”

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no rest for the wicked// peri + matthew

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waywardthief:

He waited for Peri to finish her piece. When she’d finished, he took a moment to himself - drank deeply of the evening air, exhaled in a sigh. “Peri…” He put a hand to his temple, brows furrowed in consternation just a moment before his features relaxed, tension melting away. “You’re still worried about that…?”

He walked forward and calmly, deliberately extended his hand. “Bygones,” he announced with a firm nod. “No use crying over spilt milk, as they say.” The past could be difficult to escape, and though Matthew had been attempting himself for the better part of the night not to dwell on it (… and failing miserably), this, at least… this, he could easily forgive and forget.

“Let’s just put it behind us, all right? I’d still gladly take you up on that offer of food, though!” Anything to help mitigate the helluva headache he was probably going to have in the morning. Even knowing what lay in wait for him, he couldn’t help his hand twitching for another drink. Bah.

There was a sour feeling of thankfulness when Matthew explained his situation to her, even if he was on her side. Seeing how she treated her like a child... it made her slightly angry, he didn’t really understand what she felt. Maybe she didn’t understand, either. Another deep breath.

No use crying over spilt milk... She had heard such a thing before, it just worked the same way it worked right now, with the difference that she wasn’t willing to push Matthew aside. “I guess you are right, Matthew.” It didn’t ease anything. She was still misunderstood.

A smile came over her. At least he was willing to forgive. “You just arrived here, though. I thought you were tired and wanted some air, not meet a teary lunatic.” A laugh escaped her. “But if you really want to get a drink, I brought some wine from home. Found it in my Father’s cellar, so I bet it’s good.”

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End of Event stuff

I, really, forgot to be on for these couple of days, so while I track what threads are going to continue on all three of my muses, this is a reminder that I’m gonna continue all event threads until their fateful end, unless stated otherwise by the mun.

Regardless, if you want to drop a thread, feel free to like this post. I don’t think I have any muses that are threading with two of my muses, so I hope there’s no confusion here.