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@lordleonster
pinned post for Quan!!
Nice to meet you, greet you, or see you again! I’m Annie! -> Quan is going to be written right after his death in FE4, so he has yet to process his culpability for the events of FE4/FE5. -> Character opinions =/= mun opinions (haha :skull_emoji:) -> His blog is unfortunately on Beta Posts, so you may have to trim with Xkit Rewritten! -> My posts may or may not flux in quality and length due to my busy schedule, but hey, I’m getting old 🙏 -> Have fun!
the burning of alexandria {
(HAPPYLAND; week one)
Ewan wastes no time jumping into character, kicking up sand as he sprints back with a large stick in hand.
Laslow smooths his hands down his jacket front, then tousles his hair just so. Can't have the audience think he doesn't care about appearances!
Alright. If he really was a traveling bard--disguised as a woman, no less--what would he do....
Whistling to himself, he walks a few feet away from the scene, then begins strolling closer, doing his best to imitate Mother's soft gait. He stops whistling, loudly sniffing the air. Pace quickening, he pretends to grab a shawl from around his shoulders, holding his elbow over his nose and mouth.
Quan--Queen Q--shouts for help. Laslow strides forward, dropping onto the sand beside Ewan. "Wh...who would dare...burn the archives?" Yikes, his impression of Mother's voice is awful. Laslow clears his throat. Sorry, Mom. "Yes, let's get him to safety. Careful, we don't want to jostle his wounds too much."
Dropping his fake shawl, Laslow glances down at Ewan. "Ready to be carried?" He asks in a stage whisper, sliding his arms underneath the boy.
Those guards after him would never expect a prince to dirty his hands.
The youth gave a small nod in consent, but couldn’t suppress the light squeak he let out as he was lifted up so easily. Either Laslow was much stronger than he appeared, or Ewan was even lighter than he thought… or both. Oh my…
He clutched the stick tightly to his side to keep up the act of being stabbed. But while a real stabbing victim would be pale from blood loss, the mage- er, rather, the librarian, had a slight blush on his cheeks. Not that it was his fault! Being carried like this by a handsome guy would make anyone’s heart race!
It took a few seconds before his brain caught up again, realizing they were still in a play. “Ah… uh…. Who…?” He dramatically and slowly opened his eyes, looking at Las- er, Lady bard and then to the Queen. Apologetically he reached out his hand.
“Your… Majesty. Your vassal..” er… what should be his name? Um. Uh… “..D-Dahlia. He has failed you. Please… forgive me.” Internally he cringed. Of all things he could’ve come up with, Dahlia?! That was just…
Elincia scrutinises her brief whilst the others begin their improv session. Duality, a hidden desire for chaos - what life experiences would create such a person? What goals would such a woman hold close to her heart, other than sowing mischief for mischief's sake? Boredom, perhaps. Loneliness too, she imagines. A need to connect with the world outside oneself, a world in constant flux. A heart-aching-- oh no, she's going to miss her chance to join in!
Swiftly, Elincia sprints closer to the shore, grabbing the largest shell she can find and scooping some salt water from the ocean into its face. Placing her hand gently over the top, she rushes back just in time.
"Forgive me for the delay, milady. We'd just sold out earlier today but I managed to brew a vulnerary for our esteemed librarian," head lowered to Queen Dahlia, she carefully hands over the seashell to Ewan. "Now now, sir. Please be careful not to drink it too quickly. It's more potent than my usual fair as I didn't have quite enough time to brew it. We wouldn't want to make you unwell now, would we?"
"Of course, I definitely have not added any herbs that cause maniacal laughter. That would be an objectively terrible thing to do," her voice sounds wooden, a little too loud and lacking inflection. The wink she shoots the librarian is also incredibly exaggerated, her entire face crinkling up. "I am a woman of medicine, though I have yet to find a draught to cure that laughing curse going around I'm afraid."
"I was working on one of course, day by day in the library. But milady, sir, lady bard... some dastard has clearly set out to ensure this humble settlement never again knows peace," she clutches at her pearls. Or at least, clutches where she would wear pearls if she wasn't frolicking on the beach. Her eyes meet Quan's for a second and with a high pitched cry of pain, Elincia pretends to faint.
Hopefully one of them would have the sense to catch her before she hit the sands below...
Quan, for the life of him, cannot remain in character for long—as his actors out him as the queen, even if he is under the mask. He cracks a quiet, out of character chuckle, knowing fully well that the jig was up. How would Queen Q act in this scenario, as her tightly held identity is unfurled from her chest? Her heart, surely, is in a panic. Was in a panic. But the only real stranger to her would have been the lady bard, right? If that was the case, perhaps she could swear the Lady into secrecy.
First, however, she turned to Garance and cleared her throat rather dramatically.
"Garance, you-- That's rather handy..." She looked a little skeptical. "Dahlia, was it? Take the vulnerary and we'll get you away from here..."
Quan narrates outloud: "Perhaps the queen knew Garance. That's a strange glance she's giving her. It was more than likely that she has hired our residential pharmacist for her more dubious talents before."
She glances about, trying to whisper. "So it wasn't you who--" Before Queen Q could get a wordlength in, Garance, too, began to tilt a little too far back. Quan's own heart hiccups, body moving on its own to make sure the earnest woman before him wasn't hurt by her own dramatics. With arms strewn open, Queen Q would have caught her.... if she wasn't so weak.
They both fumbled on the ground without warning, Quan cushioning her fall as skillfully as he could manage.
"...Ah!"
"Um... I--" She coughs. "R-right. Miss Bard, can you handle the archiver? I'll be trying to support Garance over here. We've got to get away from the flames..."
And in a hushed whisper: "Garance! Garance you better not be acting..."
Quan narrates: "They begin their rush away from the archives, the smoke bringing tears into their eyes. That is, when a league of policemen with buckets of water begin to ride in."
"Goodness! Everyone, over here! The alley is that away!"
notoriety be thy maker { quan&diarmuid
( HAPPYLAND; week one )
Quan - Diarmuid startles, but quickly folds it under wraps.
(No good to think about it - too long and too hard, and it hurts all over again. He still can't quite make heads or tails of it- better to leave it to the scholars and the dreamers.)
You have many “friends” and/or “lovers” but no one truly knows you. The proclamation his card makes rings very near to true - ah, but he's hardly private, is he? He tries to be an open book, if to few then at least to his dear family, but...well, this is a play.
It's not a hard role to pretend, at any rate.
"It'd be poor sport of me to just use my name, then, right?"
A quiet laugh, subdued from his usual. Tempered down, filtered through clouds.
"..I'll take the alias of Beo."
He blinks— his old comrade's nickname is a sort of relief he did not expect to rest in. Many of his friends, really, were likely stuck in the beyond or some such place where he and Ethlyn were resting, biding their time. (For now, the actor in front of him is a colleague to Queen Q, not a home. Not a place to rest in.) He quirks a half-mooned smile, before dusting his imaginary dress off.
Awkwardly, Queen Q--that is, Opera Singer Quinn cleared her throat. "Oh Beo, I wasn't sure you were going to make it for tonight's performance! I--"
"I have a number of previous appointments to attend. Had I known, I would have side-lined them for you." She rested a thoughtful hand on her cheek, fretfully thumbing her jawline. Looking over her shoulder, she tightened her imaginary mask to make sure no one could make out what was under it. "You must be busy. Far busier than I." She looked like she was in a hurry to leave the premise, but she couldn't be rude to her friend who had made it down to see her show.
"Songbird Quinn holds a candle, Beo the Actor holds the torch." She teased. "Am I right?"
offstage promenade { quan&laslow
( HAPPYLAND; week one )
His cheeks flush at the compliment. "H-heh, thank you! It was nothing, really," Laslow replies, gaze averted from Quan's. He'd thought he'd outgrown his perpetual shyness--and when it came to strictly dancing, that was true. Mix in improvised acting and on the spot singing, and suddenly he's back to being a teenager hiding his dreams from the world.
Fingers dig into the cool sand as he rests his palms behind him. "Dancing is far easier than singing, believe me." Now he lifts his gaze, staring at the space between Quan's eyebrows. "I admire you for trying! Opera is an entire beast on its own. My mother can sing, but even she never attempted opera. Too shy for it, she said." Unbridled fondness seeps into his tone. He wonders what Mother would say if she saw his off the cuff acting tonight.
In another life, he would have been part of a troupe invited to perform in a castle, dancing for queens and kings as they feasted.
"Did you, now? So you're a noble after all! No wonder Queen Q carried such a regality about her," he teases, grinning. "Are you going to run away and join a troupe?"
"Ha! Certainly no need to be humble... You've got the chops, my good man." When was the last time he had met a man fluster like so... Finn, perhaps—especially in a particularly good day on the field. Laslow had a knack for performance, one that felt like gold had Quan still organized such large sponsorships for the arts, so there was hardly any reason to downplay his acumen.
"You may be right. I don't know anyone in my family who can sing, really."
Does he really know any of them outside of face value? "But dancing? Even someone as stiff-footed as I could manage."
"Does shyness run in the family? I wonder if you and your mother both were simply too humble... If she was around, perhaps she would have made a wonderful Queen Q." He snorts, disparaging his own stage presence in lieu of this mysterious woman's skill. "If she is around, a duet is in order. I'd be in the first row, cheering you on with my lungs asunder."
"Ha! Me?" He teases back, ribbing Laslow lightly with an elbow. "Is that an invitation? I'll have to learn how to hit even one note before I can reach your leagues, oh Grand Miss Bard."
"Back in my day, I used to sneak out and pretend to be a farmhand for a day. Or one of my knights, armored helmets and all. But I can't envision myself traveling the world with reckless abandon—at least not without my family."
@laslow
the burning of alexandria {
(HAPPYLAND; week one)
While others are transported to the hazy outlines of distant islands, Laslow stays behind, the lure of the stage--however invisible--to difficult to ignore.
He's not sure what, exactly, draws him towards Quan. A showman's blood, perhaps, or sheer curiosity. Either way, he's not disappointed. What can be more entertaining than a theatre troupe?
He grins at Quan. "Indeed I am! Though I guess that's really up to our lovely audience." Before reading his card, he waves at Ewan and tosses a wink toward Elincia. "Making your stage debuts, I see!"
Now he squints down at his card. Quite the interesting role; a shame this bard is known for playing music instead of dancing to it. Although....that might make for an interesting twist later.
Carefully, Laslow folds the paper up, tucking into his pants pocket. "A one and a-two...." he murmurs.
@optimismxmagicism / @amitieos
Ooh, acting huh? That sounds super fun! He’s watched storytellers before, who could act out entire casts of characters so surely acting out one shouldn’t be too hard, right? Looking at the slip of paper he was given, he read through the details of his character. A librarian, much older than he appears. Ooh, how exciting! “Yep, gotta spread out my charm beyond just the magic crowd!” He replied to his handsome roommate. Suddenly he held up his hand, having realized something.
“Wait! One moment then!” Looking to the beach he ran off. In less than 10 seconds he returned, holding a large stick. “Just trust me, I have a fun idea!”
Now it was time to get into character! And he already had an idea on how to start the scene. He laid down on his side, the stick underneath him as if he had been stabbed and began to cough dramatically.
“So this is how this lifetime ends… ambushed and stabbed, as I watch my life’s purpose burn away around me….” His speech was dramatic, a little hammy and perhaps overacted. But judging from the way he was trying to suppress his smile, he was having fun. “Wait… are those footsteps? The culprit, here to finish the job? Or… are you my savior?”
Quan thumbs his chin, an all too serious look resting on his brow as gazed up at the imaginary archives burning in front of them. In his mind's eye, it smoldered, covering the air with a suffocating layer of dust and ash. And yet, Queen Q gazed onward, a distant sadness sprinkled in her eyes. She would have said something to the effect of... "I... suspect I know who has done this..."
And in a regular voice, Quan narrates. "Queen Q has arrived at the scene, mask--" He runs a hand over his eyes. "--Covering half her face. She has just clocked out of her last showing for the night, and stumbles on a scene she knows too much about."
Queen Q squinted, trying to make out a shape in the smoke, hand muzzled over her mouth and nose to keep it out of her system. She swore she saw a figure, strewn on his side, and she gasped a little too loudly for the audience. "Excuse me? Excuse me! Someone help! There's a young man that's hurt!"
Quan steps off his log, rushing over to Ewan's side, frantically looking to-and-fro for any other signs of life. "Can you hear me...? I doubt I can... carry you but--"
Q's eyes spotted two figures in the distance, one filing through her cards trying to get in character, and the other-- They looked springy enough, didn't they? "You! Excuse me! Can you please help me carry him to safety? Something has gone afoul at the Royal Archives!"
She shouldn't have been here tonight... It might just blow her cover.
offstage promenade { quan&laslow
( HAPPYLAND; week one )
"Thank you for participating earlier, Laslow... To think, we had such a skilled entertainer in our midst." The tip of his lips curls into a subtle half-smile, glad to have a moment with the fellow Team Snake member before following weeks shakes up their roster. "In truth, I have never exactly been one for entertaining myself. Hosting, surely, but never the likes of manifesting on stage."
"Not to say I can't get the obligatory dance in, but I do not have the voice to act as a masquerading opera singer." He huffs out a laugh from his nose, raking a hand through his hair as he evaluated his skill objectively. He had a voice for speaking, but the fates had abandoned all hope in his singing career.
"I used to sponsor artist fairs and theatre troupes, hosting festivities in the castle walls every year. This is my first time on the other end, playing the part instead of watching from the front row."
@laslow
the burning of alexandria {
(HAPPYLAND; week one)
"Ewan, my boy! I suppose you are with me again, hm?" Quan took one of his hands in both his own to shake and be merry. "Your card..."
The ( LIBRARIAN ) is written neatly on Ewan's card.
"Ah yes, miss, it's lovely to have you." He shakes her hand as well, eyes glowing in welcome over a new face in their midsts. "Here, this would be your card."
The ( POTIONMAKER ) takes the stage.
"And we have one more person joining us..." Quan swiftly pat his shoulder and laughed as he handed the man a card. "Hope you're the entertaining type."
The ( BARD ) is on the run!
"My name is Quan, and today, I shall be your Queen Q." He laughs quietly, knowing he was the furthest away from a lonely queen with a double life. Even so... "As you see from the listing, our roles are already described. So shall we simply get to it?"
"Perhaps..." He steps onto a fallen log, lifting a hand to shield himself from the sun. "We can begin where Ewan's card begins. In front of the burning of Alexandria."
@optimismxmagicism / @amitieos / @laslow
notoriety be thy maker { quan&diarmuid
( HAPPYLAND; week one )
"Ah..." Quan folds his rolecard quickly, unsure if the role is something that he can fall into easily. He is assigned to be the queen, unloved and unnoticed—with a second life under the limelight. "Diarmuid... Now where have I heard that name before..." He could have sworn one of his family members had mentioned that name before... Was it Altena? Leif?
"My name is Quan, by the by. Today I shall be Queen Q. I know I wrote the roles, but I certainly received a challenging one for myself."
He shines a faint smile, as to not appear too unhappy with his role. "And you're... the actor correct? Perhaps we've met under different circumstances. You in all your fame, and I, a masked opera singer in the evening."
@charmblooded
"Leif..." He spoke under his breath, a sound only the prince could hear. That name popped on his mind the moment Alfred saw the man before him—They looked quite alike didn't they? Maybe it was his imagination and his mind missing an old friend lost at war and a new one made during the ball, but this man gave him a sense of familiarity he couldn't shake.
But he pushed those thoughts aside at the realization he had been staring, a smile followed to correct that mistake.
"Ah—I'm so sorry for staring, your face reminded me a bit of a friend. I'm Alfred from the Kingdom of Firene, it's a pleasure to meet you!" Limb extended in invitation for a handshake, formality that maybe was unnecessary but felt right at the moment. "Since we are going to be teammates, please, feel free to rely on me for anything you need. I'm always happy to help."
He clasped the hand before him, firmly entwining their newfound connection with welcoming strength. "It's fine, my good man. Alfred, is it? Should I go off on a limb and ask if you've met my daughter Altena or my son Leif, out and about? They do share quite the resemblance." Incidentally, he found himself holding out his chest proudly at the mere mention of them. Patting the young man on the arm, he grinned curtly in a round of comradery.
"It is my first time hearing of Firene Kingdom, but I shall cherish the fact that you represent it with such kindness." Civility was a treasured aspect of diplomacy. "I will call you, if you would do the same for me." Thumping his fist over his chest, he leaves it to rest on his heart as one would by creed.
"I hail from Leonster myself, so perhaps we can stay in touch. If you enjoy a bit of sportsmanship, I'd invite you to an outing or three to get our blood pumping." A glint of good old fashioned competitiveness brushed over his gaze. "My old friends and I used to compete in just about everything to test our mettle."
"For now, however, I shall count on you!"
see you on the other side! { ethlyn & quan
It is hot on the island but she still leans into him, unbothered by the heat he gives off. She'll miss the weight of his arm across her waist when she is forced to retreat to a lonely bed at night. She'd grown used to night alone but that doesn't mean she has to want it. She will appreciate the closeness when she can have it.
"I can't imagine you'd let a fence stop you." He didn't let death stop him. What could a flimsy piece of wood possibly do? But they don't have to worry about that. Even on separate teams, they're still together.
"A challenge, hm?" Ethlyn hums as though she might be thinking about the offer. As though they both don't immediately know she will accept. He knows in her heart lies a competitive spirit. He knows how eager she is to prove herself capable.
She looks up at him and slides her arms around his neck. "Promise me you'll give it your all? You know I won't be holding back!"
"Ha! You're right on that, dear." What was a fence to a lover, in any case? Even so, he was glad that this barren place would not bar them from seeing each other. Life was never tinted the same way after meeting her, and he would sorely miss her in all forms while they were separated... "Would I have been given the choice, we would have not been parted at all." He thumbs her cheek boyishly, to tease her as he did in their years of courting.
Quan was glad she was on the same page though, running with his idea immediately. "Ha! Doesn't it sound amusing?" His lips quirked ever slightly, bumping his hip over hers to goad her a bit. "I knew you'd like the idea."
"My obligations as your husband do entitle you to getting the upper hand more often than not..." He lingers on the idea, lightheartedly, as though his heart was not already set in motion. "But..."
"Very well."
He parted from her side, offering a handshake for the sake of diplomacy.
"Best man or woman to win them all."
His stern brows lift, giving way to a look he'd give to the best of his friends. "I certainly won't back down."
"What should we wager?"
@ladyleonster
it's always sunny in happyland
team snake, room d
Two "please don't actually crazy murder our teammate" rebukes and one "I don't care, do whatever you want"; it seems she's totally outnumbered here. No matter, what other people wanted never stopped her before, so why bother starting now?
"What's the problem? If he's a stain on the floor, he can't make any more noise! Besides, he's like a resilient little cockroach. Even if I kill him, he probably won't actually die. He'll just... shut up for a bit."
This does not sound particularly convincing coming from someone waving around an axe. Nor does it seem likely that only "mostly" killing their teammate will actually make their housing any quieter.
Still, the mention of a compromise is enough to halt her forward march, even for a moment. A compromise? Between murder and not murdering??? The concept is so baffling that she needs to at least hear out what bowl cut over here has planned.
"I don't want to talk to them, but scaring them... Alright, you've got yourself a deal! But if it's a lame idea, I'm going back to my original plan, got it?"
@lordleonster @lilailes @indevouement
Somehow, she cannot wrap her head around Marni’s logic that killing equals silence. Though a small part of her cannot argue with it either. All in all, she is just relieved that the other two, albeit one is apathetic, are not fully in favor of murder. Quan’s suggestion of scaring their next door neighbors is questionable and a step in a different direction, but they may as well try it for the sake of everyone’s rest.
More often than not, she finds herself as the scared rather than the scary, so it is difficult to imagine herself being on the opposite end, but it is better than the alternative. And according to Marni, if it doesn’t go as planned then violence is the answer, so she must try her best to be scary. This is what teamwork is about, even if it is within team battles.
What are most people scared of? She knows her own fears: men, a large swarm of bees chasing her, disappointment and anger, loud noises to name a few.
“Um, how will we scare them? By sneaking up and going b-boo! Or a threat like, ‘H-Hey, please be quieter or we… we’re going to have a problem!’” A pause. “...Did that sound scary?”
@indevouement @lordleonster @machiot
He has to think quickly—efficiently enough to satisfy everyone with the least amount of consequence. Quan certainly didn't want blood on their hands, and while disciplining others came easily to him, running his mouth in a room full of strangers would ruin overall morale. So he immediately filed through various memories, shuffling the most harmless ideas to the forefront. No, no, that one required that the others to leave the room first. No. That would require them leaving their shoes outside. No. They couldn't involve steeds too early on, lest he be revoked of his instructor's license. Hmmm. What would Ethlyn suggest?
Flicking his gaze between his three companions, he plopped a fist into his open palm like a mallet. "That's it, Florina! Something close to that would do."
"I suggest that three of us lift the lightest on a blanket. A makeshift gurney so to speak. We knock in a blitz of anxiety, asking for help."
He traced a line in the air, indicating them vacating their room to the room adjacent. "The actress on the gurney fakes a faint, and..." He snaps, rolling his wrist. "They leap up, arms flailing, with a frightening wail."
He gave pause for a moment, before clearing his throat. "Well. It could be an actor as well, but I certainly envisioned a certain someone having her fun."
Dusting off his hands, he lifted a palm upwards. "Well? Does that not sound harmless? I am confident it'd give them a good shake."
He nailed the idea down with a smirk.
@indevouement | @lilailes | @machiot
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 darling! Do let me know if you’d like something stronger to mix in.”🍹
"Miss Camilla," He bows his head, respectfully raising the proffered glass up to toast to her. "--awfully kind of you."
"You really know how to lighten up the entire campsite," Quan glanced over both his shoulders, counting all the pretty, dew-dropped glasses and wondering just how many of those were her doing. His lips half-quirked, awe glowing quietly from his dark gaze. "Does it come naturally to you? You're amazing." In all his life, the most handsome rewards came to those that could rouse the hearts of many. He took note of her ability as a sign that even he had room to improve.
"Surely. But nature means nothing without hard work."
"I'll take something a little stronger," He adds casually, strolling closer to admire her wyvern-cart up close. Between his daughter and Camilla, he had a number of run ins with wyverns outside of his own death site, so he could truly admire their versatility up close. Perching his chin between the notch of his thumb and index, he hummed quietly. Scales, fangs, deep-set eyes—
A faint flash of a memory comes back to him, of an arena long past.
"Ah that's right. I haven't had the chance to talk to you since the Arena, but I thought I ought to commend you." He didn't see her. Not really. But he saw the size of her shadow looming over him, seconds before he felt her axe thunder through his armor. "You truly bested me back then, and kept your mind on the objectives ahead." He skillfully omitted the fact that Altena had done the opposite, blazing head first with rage without considering herself and her place within her own team.
A quiet "Ha..." escapes from his lips.
"If you need my hand in anything, do call. Even if it's..." He holds up the glass, playfully swirling it between his fingers. "I'd much rather have you on my side than not."
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...”
next: @lordleonster @indevoument
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."
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Earlier, Quan realized quite early on that the light in this room was knife-bright, and had planted an arm over his eyes to squarely to block it out. By the time a rabid shriek and subsequent threat had shaken him from his slumber, the flow of time slams into him like a horse without reins. He rockets up in bed, counting the heads in the room under one commanding sweep, before realizing that the threat had come from none other than the young girl a couple beds over. Quan huffs from his nose, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the low light, collecting the other voices before clearing his throat. "We needn't resort to threats of murder, Marni." Even toned. "However-" His gaze falls on all three of his companions thoughtfully. "Losing sleep would be costly if we were at war. Just as costly as losing a companion through spite."
"So how's about a compromise?"
His hand hasn't moved toward his spear in the least. There was certainly no need to snatch his jaw on half-hearted bait. "We could simply... talk to them. As Florina said."
Quan lingers, quarter turning to Florina with a reassuring smile. If he had known any better, that was more words than she had spoken to him all day—her reticent nature had not been lost upon him. Any more from him would likely have her quaking from her sheets. So he relaxes, both arms propping him up coolly, before holding up his own pillow in Jakob's line of sight.
"You can muffle the sound with my pillow along with yours after we handle this. It'll do you one better than a thin line of tissues, would it not?"
He rested the plush thing on one side of his bed, as an offer of peace before all else. Quan knew a number of men in his own army who would have clawed their ears off for a good night of sleep, so he was hardly unfamiliar with that dour look on his companion's face.
Hopping out of bed, he stretches out all the knots in his back before kicking on his boots. "Well?" He grins at Marni. "Let's go, shall we? Maybe we could even give them a fright from the doorway."
The Royal Academy of Belhalla had a number of... situations untoward. Linking all the young men's dormitories together meant they had to find ways to knock heads and play pranks without the headmasters stripping them down to their leathers. So this more or less brought him back to a time when curses were slung from pedigreed men, and double the laughter had been wrought from a night of success.
"Are the rest of you with us??"
@machiot / @indevouement / @lilailes i think room d deserves this bonding experience actually
see you on the other side! { ethlyn & quan
"It's a shame, really." Quan sighs, rolling his arm around her waist to rest in the shape of her. The only thing that gladdens him is the fact that they aren't prohibited from speaking at all. "But from what I hear, this event is kinder than most. To think, you'd normally be unable to speak to the other teams. Is that right? I doubt I'd be able to bear knowing you were a fence away..." He rests his cheek on the soft pink crown of her head, mulling over this so-called vacation of theirs.
"Hmm... But I suppose, we'll have to find our silver linings." An idea emerges from the depths of his mind, gasping for air. "How's about we make a little game of it all? Hm? It'd certainly make things more interesting for us both, dear."
Raising his head, Quan turns just slightly to shoot her a smirk with a new fire to his eyes. The light from the sun catches and cinders in his dark irises. "A challenge."
"Winner with the most points gets bragging rights." He huffs out a laugh from his nose. "Heh."
"You better be watching, dear! I'll give you a show."
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tiptoe around the postscript { quan & ivy
Dear Ruby Rose (@lindwyvrm), Thank you for arranging this—it would be wasteful to lose contact when we were having such a riveting conversation at the masquerade. Pray tell, why partners in pen, instead of person? Does the nature of anonymity provide you a better sense of security than my own company can provide? I jest. A person of your stature should keep a healthy dollop of mystique at your side. Besides, I found myself rather entertained at the notion of writing for pleasure... You'll be hard pressed to find a man as endeared to 'trivial' sentimentalities as I. Today, I write to you curious about what you thought of that contraption at the ball. The one with the instant photographs. Do you have something of the like in your homeland? By the time I realized it, it was too late to be sorry for myself— but I had certainly wished for us to take one for the sake of memories. I had taken one with my family, and also my son's dear friend. (More on that later. She's a curious one.) If I find the hostess of that stall again, shall we take one ourselves? In any case, to save you from a lengthy bit of nothings, I leave you with a question. Is there any one thing you would like to do? Outside of your duty for your nation, and whatever it is you are assigned to at the academy. From, Ascalaphus
Quan leaves the letter folded neatly by the fountain, under a carved paperweight shaped like an owl.
Ok Boomer
Her father listens to her. He hears her plan and agrees to it without question or doubt. She had been prepared to stand firm and defend her thoughts but there is no reason to. He simply listens and takes off to help her carry it out.
It’s nice to feel like her ideas are considered but she hates that he is the one to do the considering. There is no time to dwell on it. Surely the wolves are as hungry as those back at the monastery. If she doesn’t scare them off quickly enough, they will make fast work of whatever meat is on their prey.
She flies in and Peaches spreads her wings to their full span, blocking the light of the moon and casting a wide shadow over the pack of wolves. The wyvern screeches and most of the wolves begin to scatter. As hungry as they are, they still know when to run. The few that remain turn to attack the creature that had scared off their prey but Altena is confident in herself and her mount that they can fight them off as Quan continues tracking the deer.
He loves the cold slick of wind bustling through his hair as he cuts through snow, steed steady and vision clear. Even as the deer kicked up snow, he leaned in, feeling the full force of his steed boom forward like a blow of thunder. He'll make heaven quick—his spear barreling through the air with enough strength to pierce through flesh. The deer makes a quieted yelp before rolling into a silent bed of snow.
Such was nature. Such was life. He immediately lead his horse over, to scoop up its weight before it soiled the pure white landscape. Looking over his shoulder, he scanned the sky for Altena, knowing she would hate if he turned back for her. Quietly, however, he compromised, reining his horse back through lengths of forest just to be able to hear her blade come down. Gae Bolg now rightfully belonged to her, after all, and she wielded it as masterfully as he did in times past.
Waiting on her, he called out into the woods. "Altena! Once you're done here, we ought to move towards the caves for the night!" He was confident that the wolves would not be able to withstand her and her wyvern much longer…
"And if you need me, call my name!"
