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@ladyoftactics
I love those Persona crit edits. Can I ask one with Grima? (Both male and female)
Of course!!
Plegian kids in Garreg Mach! Robin twins are the house leaders. The Robins and Tharja arenât recruitable
Inspired by this Chrom/Lissa in Three Houses picture
Just Deserts||Robyn & Artur
Artur took refuge under the shawl, which became a valuable source of shade. The skin at his joints was starting to blister and slough off, as well as what was connected. Raw, new skin peeked from the tears. There was even a trickle of blood, but it looked rather tarry and thick from dehydration.
âJust get meâŚa healer.â
He grasped Robynâs hand as best as he could, slowly rising to his cracked, sore feet. The cactus really did do wonders.
Robyn averted her eyes from the sorry sight that was the monk. She really felt bad for him, but unfortunately, she was no healer, and she couldnât say she was very close to where the others were.
âI will do what I can. However, weâll be walking for a bit. Please hang in there. I know someone who can treat you.â
The sun was beginning to effect the tactician as well, so as they trudged through the sand, Robyn pulled up her hood.
âWould it be easier to walk if I found you another cactus?â
Can I have a do it for her for F!Robin? Please?
Sure!
Plegian Ambush||Open Starter
Although Robyn could remember nothing of her childhood, Plegia was a country that always felt nostalgic in a way. She knew not why that was, and it was something that intrigued her more than anything, for this land could hold the secrets of her past. However, she wouldnât know where to start, and the possibility of finding something truly terrifying sheâd repressed before concerned her. Was learning about her past worth it? Could her potential findings be beneficial to Chrom or the Shepherds?
As Robyn entered a Plegian town for a supply run, keeping a low profile under her hood, she began to realize some of the citizens bore similar patterns on their clothes. She bit her lip at the revelation. Unable to ponder about it too much, she made a brief mental note to look into that further when she found the time. Not many people took much notice of her. However, there were a few who stared at her, giving her a scrutinizing glance. Nervousness began to well up, but she couldnât allow herself to fall victim to her emotions. Not while she was alone in a foreign country with a new king that reeked of suspicion.
Robyn decided to make her way to the local item shop, taking a deep breath to regain her composure. Upon entering, after noticing it was a rather slow day for the shopkeeper, she let down her hood. As she was to pick out a few concoctions to purchase, the people who had scrutinized her before entered as a group. Without even acknowledging the shopkeeper, they approached the young Tactician.
âYou, woman. We had thought you looked familiar, but that face... Thereâs no doubt about it. Come now, our Lord wishes to see you.â
Taken aback by the sudden gesture, she dodged the Dark Mageâs hand, swiftly reaching into her robe to pull out a tome. The way they were about to grab her arm told her they would do anything to get their hands on her.
âI suppose this means you wonât allow me to say no?â
âWe wonât leave until you come with us.â
People are staring, cowering in the corners, including the shopkeeper, all of whom donât understand whatâs happening. Robyn, only just realizing a thunder or fire tome would cause more destruction than protection, she began to internally panic upon noticing the only tome she had on her was an Elthunder tome. Robyn was unable to flee from the front in her current situation. Her eyes darted around, hoping to find an opening. As the Dark Mages lunged at her, she found a gap in the crowd, and ducked under. However, one of the Mages was ready for her, and managed to grab her. Robyn struggled, and was beginning to free herself until another grabbed her, flnging the tome out of her hand with magic. Her escape would be more challenging now.
Just Deserts||Robyn & Artur
Arturâ:
Artur gratefully pressed his lips to the open portion of the cactus. After drinking his fill and then some, he perked up a little bit but it only served to amplify the pain in his skin and his head. He wished he could tear the skin off of his body.
He looked up at the woman, his saviour, and attempted to sit. He was unable to get up, but not from a lack of trying. He attempted to pull his shawl over his head, only to have his skin crack.
âAmâŚArtur. Magvel. Renais.â
Whatever it was that he thought, he thought stating that would help the stranger help him. He could no longer find his rucksack, which was only a few feet away.
There wasnât much else Robyn could do on her own. She was at least glad this man could live a little while longer. Hopefully he had enough strength to remain conscious until the tactician could get him to a healer. Tossing the cactus branch aside, she helped the ginger pull the shawl over his head as she heard his skin crack.
Artur... from Renais of Magvel? He truly was far away from home. Perhaps an Outrealm Gate took him to Plegia?
âMy name is Robyn. I can help you up, but Iâm not entirely certain how to handle your situation. Can you at least lend me your hand?â
Aftermath | Robin & Robyn (modern AU)
Brotherâ:
Though the sun had begun to settle into the horizon, bringing the period of daylight to a close, there was still much activity just outside the half-open window on the wall adjacent to Robin. From the fresh air that entered inside, he breathed in the scent of freshly cut grass, and the flowers blooming in the garden just outside the window. His phone screen lit up on the chair it was resting upon, presenting his sisterâs quick response. He cleared the message from his phone, before casting his gaze down the hallway. Chrom was in the laundry room, folding the clothes that had just finished in the dryer. I ought to tell him weâll have a guest soon. He thought to himself, rising to his feet.
His life was peaceful now. Chrom was protective by nature, and invested extra effort in attending to his needs. When he had nightmares, he held him until he calmed. When he had a migraine, he turned out all the lights in the house, massaging his temples. He even tried to make him tea, once. He burnt the leaves, but the gesture was still enough to make Robin smile. Chrom was clumsy, but sincere. In truth, he didnât know how he would care for himself with his past trauma, had it not been for him. They hadnât known one another long, but they both felt an equal connectionâŚthat they were just meant to be. Their relationship had saved him in so many ways.
âHey Chrom. Robyn is going to stop by. Do you mind if she stays the night?â
Chrom was incredibly accommodating.
Robin switched on the porch light, as he knew it would make it easier for his sibling to locate the house. Chrom had agreed she could stay for the night immediately, and for that, Robin was grateful. He sat in the foyer, looking to his feet with a small sigh.Â
He was pulled from his thoughts at the sound of quiet knocking. Rising to his feet, he made his way to the door, opening it to see none other than his gloomy sister.
âHey. Come on in.â He said, not bothering to ask how she was feeling. He already knew the answer, and it was not a positive one.
The overwhelming feeling of multiple emotions flooded forth once she laid eyes on her brother who answered the door. She was so relived to see him. Smiling at him, with tears in her eyes when he gave the simple invite to come in. Taking her things over to a coffee table, she set her things down before throwing her arms around Rob. Robyn let out a pathetic sob, relieved, scared, and had missed him.
âItâs wonderful to see you again... Iâm sorry it had to be in these circumstances.â
During her emotional episode, Chrom stepped in, leaning against the wall without as much as a word. Itâd be in poor taste to interrupt her, fully aware of the hell his significant other and his sister went through.
Opening her eyes, Robyn noticed the blue-haired man from the corner of her gaze. With a brief flush of embarrassment, she rested her eyes, her head throbbing from the many tears she shed.
Inigoâ:
Inigo rose early to check up on the tactician. He threw on his blue undershirt before leaving his tent. The morning dew on his feet was a brisk wake-up call. The mercenary spent a few minutes in the strategy tent to gather information about the messenger before making his way to Robynâs tent.
He greeted her as he opened the tent flap but she didnât seem to notice him. Despite her sleeping all night in the med tent, Robyn still looked rather exhausted.
âNo. We still havenât received any word of him.â Inigo replied as he stifled a yawn. He really shouldnât be yawning in a situation so serious but for it being so early in the morning he couldnât help it. âThereâs supposed to be a search party heading out around noon. Theyâre planning it out now as we speak.â
Nothing... That was highly concerning.
Out of reflex, she sat up, wincing at the throbbing of her mending wounds. She took a deep breath, trying to collect herself in a dire situation. She could be overthinking it, but she cared not. Someoneâs life could be on the line, and as the tactician, she felt fully responsible for their safety.
âInigo, I... I may not be in the best shape, but please allow me to help. If I could be released, only for a little...â
She lied back down, unable to think straight. She realized she had to calm down, making rash decisions wasnât going to keep anyone safe. It wasnât going to help her heal faster. As a healer came rushing in to check on Robyn, her eyes met Inigoâs once more.
âMy apologies... Is there still anything I can do, even in this sorry state?â
To Speak Human | Leanne & Robyn
Leanneâ:
An overwhelming sensation of excitement washed over the heron princess and in an effort to contain herself, she locked her hands together tightly, her eyes practically sparkling in delight.Â
She understood me!! Leanne mentally cheered as feelings of hope burst from the seams of her heart. Learning the modern language felt like such a monumental task to her, she had just begun to doubt she would ever communicate with anyone outside of the ancient tongue properly. Though it was a small victory, she could feel herself growing more confident in her grasp of the language, even if her current endeavors were green at best. Wearing a newly self-assured expression, she brushed a few locks of hair from her shoulder, which then gracefully fell towards the base of her wings. I can do this! Leanne thought lowering a hand to her side.
She paused as she processed Robynâs question, attempting to decipher each familiar word one instance at a time before piecing together the meaning of her sentence. After a few moments, she gathered a meaning, and her eyes brightened with recognition.
âUhâŚI read! A little. StillâŚlearning. ReadingâŚwriteâŚbetter thanâŚtalk.â She explained, thinking back to the scripts she had been reading with Nealuchi prior to her arrival in Askr. As with most learning an additional language, writing had been far easier for her to accomplish than speaking, as it offered her a longer period to process the words without falling behind by quickly threaded words in conversation.
Robyn couldnât help herself but smile at the heronâs delighted expression. While she hadnât yet needed to properly learn a new language for communication, she could surmise itâs been difficult for Leanne to learn the modern tongue. Then finally for someone to understand what she was trying to convey. She could empathize those feelings, a small chuckle leaving her throat.
In anticipation of the potential âyes,â Robyn stood after setting her book aside to collect a quill and ink bottle sitting on a nearby table. She paused, realizing there wasnât any parchment within her lines of vision. Was there any close? There should be, otherwise sheâd  have to question the ink bottle and quill. She could look if she needed to, she thought. Leanne could potentially be unable to read the modern language too well, if at all.
The heron gave her answer. She could. She read and wrote better, at that. The library was so large; Robyn wasnât sure if she could find the parchment on her own.
âI understand. However, I canât seem to find any parchment for us to better communicate. Do you think you can help?â
Then she stopped herself a bit too late. She had to word herself for Leanne to understand.
âErm... To rephrase: Can you help find some parchment?â She spoke a bit slower this time, hoping her words were easier to understand.
"Robyn! ... Robyn?" The Plegian's steps hasten upon catching sight of the other. Out of breath, he stoops to gather his wits before standing and presenting to her a square parcel, crudely wrapped in parchment - he'd tried a few times, it seems. to no avail. "It's... It's not much but I thought you might like it... Happy birthday!"
âwhat's inside the parcel is a book concerning plegian magics. It's quite obviously been well read, with notes and ideas scribbled in the margins, so it comes across a bit of a personal token, but it's obviously been taken care of best as he could~â
(Birthday on 6/6)
Robyn had been so busy the past several days, she had forgotten what day this was. Finally being free of her burdens this morning, she retreated to a nearby tree with a book in hand, taking in the lone time she desperately needed. Hearing her name when she was just getting comfortable caused an irritated huff to leave her lips, but when she spotted Henry in such a hurry, she stood, book laying on the ground.
âHenry, is there something--? Oh!â
She noticed the parcel, at first hesitant to take it. Then he wished her a happy birthday. She was stunned, both wondering how he remembered and how she could forget. She took the parcel, carefully tearing away at the paper, despite its already crude wrapping job.
A small, âOh!â left her lips as her eyes fell upon the book of dark spells. Swiftly flipping through the pages, skimming through and noticing the notes, it was clear this book was very special to Henry. Was this the book that taught him the curses he knew?
âHenry, I... Thank you, but are you sure? Wonât you need these notes?â
@ravensnruin
Aftermath | Robin & Robyn (modern AU)
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Continued from here.
>(Sent at 5:31 p.m.) I canât forget it either. Iâll never forget it. There is nothing wrong with you.Â
>(Sent at 5:32 p.m.) Youâre always welcome, you know that.
Robin drew in a deep breath, running a hand through his hair as he placed his phone idly on the thick armrest of the chair he was seated in, awaiting a response. It was frustrating. Not the distress of his sibling, but the aftermath of their upbringing. The nightmares, the distrust towards others, the constant questioning and observation of everything that surrounded him. It was miserable, yet, a much better life than that he had lived nearly a year ago. He knew all too well, the stress of rememberingâŚthe fear that crept in the corners of his mind that had never truly departed.
He had a lot to be grateful for.
His new life was pleasant. He had found someone who loved him, lived in a wonderful home and was pursuing a career he never thought possible. He did not have to worry about finances or his safety.
But the fear still lingered. That this comfortable would be taken as quickly as it had come to him.
>(Sent at 5:36 p.m.) Wonderful. Iâll be over as soon as I can
>(Sent at 5:36 p.m.) Thank you, Rob. I really needed that
Heaving a sigh, Robyn collected her things. She smiled a tiny smile to herself, reminding herself just how grateful she was to have such a wonderful brother. She loathed to think of the pain he went through during their childhoods, but she was glad she didnât have to bear the burden alone. However, right at the moment, she was. As she picked up the last journal filled with extra papers in between its pages, her smile fell. Fear crossed her mind, and welled up with emotion, tears began to stream down her cheeks.
Placing a hand on her head, running her fingers through her hair, she took some time to calm down before gathering her things and heading out the door. Before she turned to move away from her apartment door, she took a deep breath to recollect herself completely.
Robyn arrived to Rob and Chromâs place some time later. Lightly knocking on the door, she awaited an answer expectantly, longing to lay eyes on Chrom or her brother once more.
(( Robyn: bring all your tacticians Imma fight them all haha hehe AHUEHEHEHEEE--- ))
((PFFFT, THE RNG MADE ME DO IT, BUT IâD BE LYING IF I SAID THIS WASNâT FUN))
*Beep*
Texting Bird
7. An angry text
(A response to this)
>(Sent at 3:56 p.m.) I obviously do, hm?
>(Sent at 3:56 p.m.)When did you ever get the impression I thought I knew everything?
>(Sent at 3:56 p.m.)Well, fine then
>(Sent at 3:56 p.m.)You have a talent for jumping to conclusions, and I presume this is the reason no one wants to listen to you
>(Sent at 3:57 p.m.)Also, what my childhood was like is none of your business
>(Sent at 3:57 p.m.)Talk to me again when youâve matured
@natureswielder
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Texting Bird
6. A taunting text
>(Sent at 10:04 a.m.) You think youâve bested me because I lost our chess match yesterday?
>(Sent at 10:04 a.m.) Well! Iâve spent all night thinking of a strategy to best you. What say you? Today at the cafe?
@strategematicusrex
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Texting Bird
3. A scared text
>(Sent at 5:21 p.m.) I canât stop thinking of that hellhole we used to call home
>(Sent at 5:21 p.m.) Those sigils
>(Sent at 5:21 p.m.) Fatherâs voice
>(Sent at 5:21 p.m.) Everything
>(Sent at 5:21 p.m.) Oh gods, is there something wrong with me?
>(Sent at 5:22 p.m.) I shouldâve moved on by now. Why canât I stop thinking about it?
>(Sent at 5:22 p.m.) Rob, Iâm scared
>(Sent at 5:22 p.m.) And alone
>(Sent at 5:25 p.m.) Can I come over to grade papers?
@amnesicplegian
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Texting Bird
13. A wrong number text
>(Sent at 3:20 p.m.) Iâve been having nightmares of our childhood
>(Sent at 3:20 p.m.)Our old house, the remnants of those rituals Father performed with his colleagues
>(Sent at 3:20 p.m.)Are they really nightmares though? I wasnât scared, but I awoke with a sense of dread
>(Sent at 3:25 p.m.)Oh dear, that was meant for my brother. Iâm sorry you had to see that. Please donât ask
@saintedscribblesâ
Beep!
Texting Bird
20. A rude text
>(Sent at 4:38 a.m.) For the love of the gods, Henry, stop sending me puns in the middle of the night
>(Sent at 4:38 a.m.) You know I have to be at work in two and a half hours, and I barely slept as is
>(Sent at 4:40 a.m.) Seriously, how long were you awake? Just leave me alone, Iâm not in the mood
@ravensnruinâ