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@knightfailed-a
IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT!
fitzroy is moving to my new taz multimuse ETHICSPERFORMED. i’m like pretty sure i followed most of you, but if i haven’t feel free to follow me there && i will follow you as soon as i see you!! sorry if i missed you im blind ))): feel free to share if you wanna, no biggie if you dont! i love u all!! also u can unfollow if you wanna too! <3
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“So, are you guys going home for Fantasy Thanksgiving, or staying at school?”
“ i’m staying here because my roommates have BOTH reported to me they have never had fantasy thanksgiving™ dinner before!!! a travesty, really!! so i’m going to make sure they have the best fantasy thanksgiving ™ ON NUA, obviously. what about you? ”
QUOTH ANONYMOUS HOW MYSTERIOUS!: You have very pretty eyes. It's an awful shame for you to keep them hidden like that.
A NOISE FROM FITZROY that sounds like a strangled squawk, almost. he had removed his frames for an instance to wipe some dirt from the lenses. dark lashes fluttered in bewilderment, matched by irises that almost swallowed his pupils from their depth. they were almost black, but there was sections of a warm brown speckled throughout the iris. his ears folded down in embarrassment.
“ PR-PRETTY? goodness, that’s a-awfully, awfully kind of you to say! i have to, i have to admit that’s a new one. erm, i suppose, i, erm.” he’s NOT GOOD with flirting. is this flirting? he’s definitely overanaylzing. it’s probably just! friendly! “ ,,, erm, thank you! thank you! that’s very, very very, nice. thank you! “
draw him beefy. weaklings
&& hcs
argo goobers at fitzroy relentlessly && pokes fun sometimes but if someone genuinely insults fitzroy ( or bud for that matter ) he will be like one moment away from throwing hands.
ooc
once someone scraped their fork against their plate on accident && fitzroy looked like a really frightened cat afterwards for a solid 10 seconds
aestatenatus
@knightfailed said: " SO YOU'RE A PALADIN!! i haven't met many, though us knights are a bit similar! we fight for people, but they're flesh people usually and tragically most cannot give us SUPER COOL powers. your cause is rather noble! how did you find out about that? is it,,, common? i apologize i really don't know much at all about your profession!" ( that's the BEST homebrew also ur interpretation of anna? chef kiss )
─── 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃, 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒, seeped in an intonation peculiar enough to make Anna’s brows raise a near-inch. The curiosity alleviates into a demure smile at the mention of his noble cause. ❛ Aw, thanks ! And it’s … a long story, a 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 long one, but basically I saved my sister with an ‘𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄.’ ❜ Fingers curl for air-quotes, thinking the phrase to be baronial when the sacrifice itself was a piteous display of stumbling feet and trembling fingertips. ❛ And I’m not good at much else, but I think I’m good at love sooooo I took it up ─ Getting a cool sword is just a bonus. ❜ It takes a moment longer for him to consider the second question, thoughts tilting his head to and fro. ❛ Hm, good question ! I haven’t met another Love-Loving Paladin outside of my kingdom, but to be honest, I think everyone’s got an oath of love in them someway, somehow ! Most people’s got a lot of love to give, right ? ❜ In the depths of his heart, he can only hope it is so, and a stubbornness holds the belief like a child’s fantasy. No, not many have a love that beams in all directions, but how wonderful that reality could be, to have a warmth like sunlight on skin with every interaction. Though, he understands why there’s a lack of it; a heart can have a weight few can bare.
His smile takes on something sheepish. ❛ I feel like I said the word ‘𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄’ a bajillion times right now, aha, sorry. But can you blame me ? ❜ He lightly, most humorously, poses in his armor: bright metals adorned with rose hues and motifs of his distant kingdom. A shrug is coupled with a straightening posture before his smile widens, nose crinkling. ❛ But that’s enough about me ! Tell me about you and your knighthood ─ anything ! ❜ The decorative metal resting on his shoulders unpleasantly clank as he gently bounces on the balls of his feet, easily enthused as always. ❛ Or maybe start off with who or what you’re pledging yourself to ? ❜ A pause as he finally realizes, ❛ 𝐎𝐇 ! Actually, a name would be nice to know first. ❜
having someone who also could ramble a lot was comforting. fitzroy listened to anna speak about his oath with a curious expression which seemed to shift to reflect his thoughts on whatever was being said. for example, he nodded when anna mentioned he thought there was an oath of love within every person. fitzroy knew it was idealistic, but he was sure no matter how nefarious a person was there was some semblance of love within them. in knight school, he had learned about evil-doers && their complex motivations. even if people were very well the worst there was always some form of love within them. though, for some it wasn’t for others but themselves. yet, love is a love is a love. he himself loved a lot of things! he loved justice, he loved his roommates, && he loved listening to the word love. he hoped, in equal parts, a lot of things loved him. that was fairly silly, wasn’t it?
“ i think love is a nice word! one that should be said more often, i believe. it’s really quite interesting that it’s something that- i don’t know, isn’t tied to romance sheerly. i suppose that sounds odd, romance of course can be noble! but, people really undervalue the love we can have for our siblings, though i don’t have any. i have heard that! people can love them a whole lot. i always thought it would be neat to have a sister, or brother, or whatever they so wish to be called- i also think getting a sick-butt sword is also great-”
his knighthood! a small smile, awkward even as he attempted to put into coherent words. he supposes he’s not a knight of traditional manners. a sort-of knight. still, that didn’t have to be known. his name was a good place to start. “sir fitzroy maplecourt, knight of goodcastle! i studied to be a knight at clyde nite knight’s night school. minored in shielding, && such!! i have a lot of fun stories about it, i think. oh, this is very exciting! i haven’t been able to talk about my, little knight-boy adventures!!” argo once said that calling them little knight-boy adventures was a very underwhelming && silly way to describe them, but fitzroy thought it was nice. he was a little knight-boy at the time! about three years younger, in fact!
“ erm, just to be entirely accurate, i hate when people mistitle me, your name is anna, correct? i have heard bits && pieces, but i haven’t really got the full title! i just sort of heard the words, “paladin of love”, thought, hot diggety dog that’s cool! && i guess that’s how we’re here!”
&& incorrect quotes
someone: i love you fitzroy :) fitzroy: ,,,, i don,, don’t know what you’re saying to me but i can provide whatever services you need as long as it isn’t too degrading i’m fairly sure
&& ooc
this is a very specific complaint but you know what the rpc in general lacks a lot of? moms. where the FUCK is our mom representation. @ rpc where are they
&& hc
argo’s like, “oh hell yeah saturday let’s go out!’ but he’s disappointed to find that fitzroy is laying on his stack of beds w/ a facemask and little cucumbers on his eyes and bud is out in the field laying in the dirt.
what is your muse’s eye color?
put it in the tags!
QUOTH @tazrp: 💃
fingers interlocked && an uncharacteristic laugh left fitzroy. he pressed against his companion, the light buzz of a drink from the local bar making him less opposed to some mild goofing. his eyes were alight, local bardic sidekicks && heroes alike having a jam session perfect for the evening. the yard between their dorm && the tavern had a sky overhead that was dimming pink to a dark-colored sky. the wink of a moon smiled at them from above.
“ i haven’t, i haven’t danced in a while. we don’t do it often! at knight school! not outside of ballroom class, && the yearly formal. ” eyes look up from rose-tinted glasses, his eyes so warm but still hesitant. even a little buzzed, his fingers began to loosen from the other. “... erm, of course, if you don’t want to. we don’t have to! i just thought. you... seem nice to dance with, is all.”
tazrp
All this talk of limes made him fidgety. Did he have one in his bag? He stuck one hand into his satchel to search hopefully. No. He frowned lightly at the bag as if it had stolen the limes from him, but alas. He’d get ahold of some later.
Argo cocked an eyebrow, managing to miss the goobering. “I would never suspect such behavior from, as you say, ‘that cat I love so much’.” Hm… not actually a bad suspect though… He’d honestly just seen Fitzroy first and hoped for the easiest outcome even though the chances of Fitzroy bothering with Argo’s things were small. He didn’t have much, and certainly nothing he thought would catch any high class folks’ eye.
He glanced around as if his books would conveniently be lying on the ground nearby. It wasn’t a huge deal they were gone really, mostly just confusing. Still he had the time free and figured a search might as well be what he filled the afternoon with.
“I guess thanks anyway.” Even though nothing had really happened. “Figured I’d ask you first.” Because he was who Argo had seen first. “I’ll keep looking.” He might walk around a few minutes then take a nap. “I’d ask you to help, but I wouldn’t want to interrupt your knightly business– or expose you to any allergens.”
fitzroy considered letting him wander && search for the books on his own, but that wasn’t really very roommately of him, now that he reflected on it. “ even small acts of goodwill encompass knightly duties! assist for the betterment of others, && whatnot, argo! i suppose if i’m exposed to any allergens you’ll simply have to warn me, a small price to pay for my assistance.” there was something inherent about fitzroy, && it was that he very rarely allowed someone to deal with something irksome seldom if he felt like he could get some approval from helping. he supposed the best path of action would be to go to their room && search his section, he made a mental list.
“ your bed is... clean, right? perhaps you knocked them into some crevice! we should investigate your half of the room thoroughly before somewhere else. are you the kind of person who shoves your books under your pillows? i had that habit as a younger elf, that was until sleeping became a real mess of literature.”
books! an introvert’s best friend! he was sure the charming man wouldn’t have such experience. perhaps his roguish, very sexual appearance could be telling him signs that were all off, but who knew. “... what books are these for? a class?”
QUOTH @divinesouled: 💃 DANCING !!!!
hand extended, nervous at first towards madeline. it seemed silly, it really was only dancing. however, when their fingers interlocked && he brought her gently against him to lock them in the proper posture of a ballroom dance it reminded him why he was always prone to jitters before the sway of the music warded away his anxiety. a waltz, very simple to him as the muscle memory returned.
her hand was brought into the air, careful to allow room for her to push him away if she decided against it last minute. his other hand moved to the small of her back, searching for somewhere respectable to land. the bow of a violin pulled to announce the beginning of the song, he gave her a smile that was softer than his usually strained, socially acceptable ones.
“ is this alright? feel free to, erm, inform me if there’s a position more comfortable. my instructor always said that dancing was a partnership, really. it’s a touch corny, but i guess she was that kind. you have to adjust for the other, is all i really mean. so, if you need me to adjust, just tell me. ” he knew he was prattling. can’t be helped, he prattled when nervous.
&& wanted threads
i just want someone 2 flirt with fitzroy thats very much it. thanks
tazrp
Argo watched Fitzroy with open amusement. He was so easy to rile up… “I’ll do my best in the future,” he lied politely. Uh oh. Maybe the ‘lord’ joke had been a mistake. He worried his lip for a moment before assuring himself that the elf probably wouldn’t change his own title without having earned it. Still, he was saved from thinking about it as they returned to his original inquiry. “The peel is where the nutrients are! Just like lemons, potatoes, and bananas, you gotta eat them whole to get the benefits!” Argo punctuated his point with lots of gesticulating. Then digressed, “but no, the opposite actually. I had a couple books go missing. I thought you might’ve taken them.”
it was honestly disturbing at first, him ripping into limes like a horrifying animal, but after a bit it became endearing in a not so pleasant way. sometimes argo would glance at him && bud with a huge bite from the poor victim lime of his choosing with juice staining his mustache && fitzroy would smile, albeit somewhat noticeably strained && silently horrified along with endeared. he mulled over the fact, not really knowing enough about citruses to protest it. he saved the potential quip for another day when he figured out the nutritional value of the food.
books? missing? fitzroy contemplated it for a bit, trying to recall if he had seen any books. sure, the others had their stuff, but it wasn’t his so he basically erased it from his mind unless it seemed like it would be important healthwise ( he hadn’t spotted a fantasy epipen, but just in case! ). he looked at him, very cautiously testing his own little goobering waters.
“ no, haven’t touched them- buuut, perhaps that cat you love so much has taken them? i’m sure you can get it back from it- i would offer my assistance, argo, but as you know i’m allergic to quantumly unstable felines! ”
