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“I saw you standing on the sidelines─watching the action from afar. To really know what it’s like, you have to dive in and lose yourself with the rest of us.”
Pandreo from Fire Emblem Engage | Closed RP blog affiliated with the Officers Academy | Portrayed by Aunyx
We are siblings and we have the same hair!
Panette and Pandreo, continued from here
She lets another snort escape her as she gives his quip a nod. He's still here to talk to her. That's quite nice.
Trying to think of what else to even say proves to be pointless. Pandreo beats her to the punch, and proves that he's able to put celebrations to a stop just as well as he's able to start them.
All she's really able to let out is a sigh. She isn't surprised this is what he thinks of her. She's basically ditched him twice while trying to run from her own issues.
The fact he's apologizing for it hurts. She'd rather he get mad, scream, be upset. Anything rather than being understanding! She's the one that fucked up, not him!
...then again, he always was better than mom and dad. In running a church, and in being family.
He deserves her trying to be good too; not like she's ever been, but there's never a bad time to start.
"You dolt..." She smiles sadly at him. "You would never weigh me down, alright? Not ever. If anythin', I'm sorry for making you feel like that. I mean, it's been a damn year, I coulda reached out as well. I should have done so. It's always just been me, Pandreo, all the... plentiful issues I've got, that have been weighing me down. Not you. Never you." She casts her gaze down for a moment, before shaking her head and looking him straight in the eye once more. No more cowardice.
"I know I've been... bad, at showing it." She can't help but laugh a bit. "But I do care about you, Pandreo. I want you around. Besides, someone's gotta reel you in, can't have too many parties at an academy like this, think of the grades!" She grins, punching him in the shoulder gently enough to not hurt at all.
Over the years, Pandreo has fielded so many people's troubles. Their deepest fears and insecurities and frustrations...he has borne them all, and given only smiles in return. But Panette is a different story - to hear her describe her self-proclaimed issues breaks his heart right down the middle.
He thinks he once heard a story about a baby swan raised amid a flock of ducklings; he wouldn't say it aloud, but Panette probably fits that mold pretty well. There is nothing wrong with her as she is: she's passionate and expressive and always unapologetically herself, in a way that gives Pandreo strength in his lowest moments. He hopes she's found her swans, now, in Merrin and Timerra - or even the others at the Academy.
"It's a good thing you want me around," Pandreo says, playfully but briefly shaking her shoulders, " 'cuz now that I've found you again, you're not gettin' rid of me! And don't worry about any grades - I'm following the Church here, that's all." As he backs away again, his body sways errantly to a distant beat; the energy of the evening is still carrying him along.
He needs to be strong for his little sis. Just this once, much like her, Pandreo needs to be brave.
Plotting Call!
Whew! Now that ball is over, it's time to properly introduce this iteration of Pandreo to the world!
Mission Board: Herald
Pandreo is Unaffiliated! Feel free to snag him!
[Axe +1] - As much as he wants to let loose and help prep for a festival, Pandreo is, unfortunately, thinking of weapons at a time like this. He doesn't want to, but he understands the importance of being prepared for anything. I'd like his partner to commiserate with him about the endlessness of potential danger and conflict, or perhaps chide him for being naive. Either is good.
Tunnels - This might be most fun with a muse who's actual nightmare scenario is getting stuck with a party animal, or someone very religious (or both). Pandreo would be relentlessly optimistic in this situation, and I'd like a bit of contrast to that - but it could also be a good excuse to catch up with an old friend (or enemy?). - Taken by Soren
Non-Mission Board & Extras
Cat Cafe - Pandreo would LOOOOVE to volunteer at a cat cafe. This is one I would like to keep lighthearted and chill, let's play music and pet all the creatures. Don't ask him to make drinks, though - it'll be a catastrophe. - Taken by Veyle
Beastkin/Manakete - Pandreo is fascinated by dragons and beastkin alike. Although he is a priest of the Divine, and ostensibly worships Seiros at the moment, he considers all anthropomorphic beings to be close to divinity. He'll try not to make it weird. But he has a lot of questions. And he might pray to you and make offerings. He means well, I swear.
ACTIVITY CHECK: MAY 2026
PASSED!
Total Skill Points: 4 >>> 5 Allocated: Faith D >>> D+
Classes Accessed: N/A Classes Mastered: N/A Items/Abilities Acquired: N/A
Note: I sort of ran out of energy in the latter half of the Ethereal Ball, but I would be happy to continue any ongoing threads.
[ PHOTO IN MOTION ] - And in addition, this year boasts a similar device bolstered by new advancements that allow it to capture more than just a moment; now, even motion and sound can be immortalized forever. Take a video with a friend—or catch something juicy you’ll want to keep up your sleeve for later.
At first, he doesn't think twice when he sees a girl with ears like a fox. Every festival and street vendor has accessories like that nowadays. What gives Pandreo pause is her tail - he realizes that it must be real, with the way it swishes and wags, and upon further inspection, these ears seem pretty real, too...
If dragons truly walk amongst men (and they do, for he has walked beside them), and other people exist who possess animal features, do they, too, hail from the realm of gods.
(This is so freaking cool, he has to tell EVERYONE back home!)
But first..."Excuse me." He taps softly on the fox girl's shoulder, then points to the artifex contraption at the side of the room. "Could we get a photo together? I'm Pandreo, sorry, I just...I've never seen anyone like you before."
"Was that some strange ritual? Or are you really howling like dogs?" Ferdinand's eyebrow piqued as he approached the young man a little later into the evening. He cleared his throat, patting down his cravat thoughtfully. "It seems as though everyone in your circle is in on it."
"Most of the time, I just take a moment to scream my name over some open grass plains," Ferdinand added—unnecessarily, mind you—to try to match him one-for-one. "You should try it sometime."
Using a rose as a baton, he pointed directly at the stranger. "I am Ferdinand Von Aegir!"
"See?" He offered it up as tribute. "It always helps to announce yourself to a room!"
Pandreo's eyes light up wildly at the young man's question. "Yeah! It feels really good!" He's still not sure if this guy is intrigued or put off - not that the latter would put a damper on his own good time.
Oh! He seems interested! "Ferdinand...von...ahh. I see. It prob'ly carries really well, if you've got a long fancy name like that! I'm Pandreo; I'm afraid it doesn't quite have the same ring." He bows slightly as he takes the offered rose.
"Your way works great for you," Pandreo assures, freeing a bright red hyacinth from his bouquet and offering it to Ferdinand. "But I've already got my way of announcing myself to a room! AR-AR-AROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! If you try it, I swear you won't be sorry!"
EVERYONE SHUT UP THAT'S MY BESTIE
Pandreo & Fogado - Etheral Ball 2026 - continued from here
"Not quite that far," Pandreo returns, grinning ear to ear. "Just had real good timing, I guess. Or - scratch that, I totally heard you howling all the way from Solm. Flew as fast as my arm's 'd take me."
What's the use in having teatime-level conversations at a time like this? He didn't come for small talk, not even with his best friend. And he has a reputation to uphold. All the hard questions can be asked tomorrow, when his head is aching and Fogado might not appear quite so carefree.
Until then, he will lose himself. He will show his dearest liege the best freaking time ever. And that starts with a dance.
"Panette was the one who tipped me off," he continues. "Not that she really had to. I can tell when a party's a Fogado party just by walking in the room, y'know? So, come on! Are we gonna dance, or what?"
We are siblings and we have the same hair!
Panette and Pandreo, continued from here
Panette cannot help but laugh as Pandreo howls yet again; the stares she knows they are getting are something she could not care less about. "Well, I'm glad I did it then; it wouldn't be a true party without ya, would it?"
As happy as she is, his words do make her ponder if she should even be here in the first place. When she left, it was so she could better herself as a person; so that she could flourish instead of stagnating like she felt she had been. Are extravagant, larger than life parties like this one really how she should be spending her time?
Still... she can feel bad about that later. For now she shall keep on trying to feed herself sugary spoonfuls of arguments against worrying; most of her friends are here, Fogado himself is here, it is not like she could be getting any training in this night... her stomach will ache later, but it is enough for now.
"We've both got funny timing, now I think about it. When I arrived here in Fódlan it was just four days before the previous ball; barely any time to prepare at all." She snorts.
"And who's to say I'm not doing retainer duties, huh?" Her tone of voice sounds slightly annoyed, but she hopes the smirk on her face conveys it is mostly in jest. "Learning the dances and songs and celebrations of various different lands; surely that will help out in some way." Whilst that IS true, truthfully she's just saying it to give him a bit of pushback.
"Besides, the Boss may not be here, but Fogado is, so, closest thing to retainering I've got, right?" She does wonder whether Pandreo knew of this; if not, he certainly does now.
Hopefully it won't cause him to slip out of her grasp and bolt immediately, though it's not like she wouldn't understand.
That means it's been...a year. Almost exactly a year, that Pandreo hasn't checked in. He thought about it quite a lot, and it would've been easy enough to ask anyone at the palace about Panette. But every time, he stopped himself. He was just being an overbearing big brother, he told himself. She would just get frustrated if he kept popping in.
(Maybe he was worried about reminding Panette of the life she had escaped. He was so overjoyed to find her again, but what if he was an anchor? What if she looked at him and saw their mother's scowl, their father's arms gesticulating in rage?)
"Oh," Pandreo bleats, "Fogado's here, too? I'll just have to look for the guy making the most ruckus then, huh?"
(He hadn't even known his Prince was here. Has Pandreo's head been that far in the sand?)
"Hey," says Pandreo, a slightly more somber tone cutting through the heavy beat echoing around them. "I'm sorry that I haven't kept in touch very well. I guess...I figured you were living your life. Didn't need me weighin' you down, right?"
[ SPARKLING WATER ] - Fresh spring water that has been magically carbonated. Served with a squeeze of lime or a dash of one of the many fruit syrups available at the bartender’s disposal.
Pandreo knows better than to dance with a dancer. He'll never match their steps, and he doesn't want to. No one has taught him this lesson harder than Seadall, and in a way, he's grateful.
On the sidelines, Seadall is easier to approach. "Heya," he greets smoothly, "long time no see! You've probably been cutting a rug; are you thirsty?" Pandreo offers the glass he's holding; peach sparkling water, jingling with ice cubes.
As if sent by the Divines themselves, water appears just as Seadall’s form begins to feel real strain, when he’s considering where he might find moments of peace to rest and recover.
He knows his own body, after all, and even hours of rigorous training don’t make him immune to weariness.
“You have my thanks, I-” Seadall’s words cut mid syllable, eyes focusing on what- who stands in front of him. He knows his expression twists through a full range of surprise-shock-joy. “Pandreo!” The cool water is in his hand but it’s just as quickly forgotten. Instead, he steps into his space, throwing both arms around him by way of greeting.
The water is cold, running over his hand where it splashes from the glass. “You’ve come at the right time, it seems! Have you just arrived, I mean?” Of anyone Seadall thought would thrive in this particular setting, Pandreo was the undisputed winner.
Perhaps Fogado would give him a run for the title, but his countryman would stand front and center nonetheless. It brings a smile that he tucks into the curve of his shoulder, gone as he pulls away. What remains is simple enthusiasm. “Where are you going? I’d like to accompany you, if that’s alright. Unless you'd care to dance with me?”
The hug is definitely unexpected, but not unwelcome. Maybe their time away has given Seadall the chance to let loose a little; he already seems much more at ease. "Yeah, just dropped in! I guess my timing was pretty good."
A little bit of water splashes on his sleeve. No biggie; kinda refreshing, actually. He'll have to grab another glass for himself. "I'm just making my rounds, I guess. Trying to see how many familiar faces I can find."
He still can't help his trepidation when he thinks of dancing with someone so graceful, so disciplined. It would be like a crane flying beside a flapping chicken. He doesn't think Seadall would chastise him anymore, but it's still difficult to swallow his pride and accept. He'll have to pray on it.
"I appreciate the offer, really," says Pandreo, "but you really don't wanna see that, do you? But hey, I do have this..." He plucks a hyacinth from his bouquet, butter yellow, as uplifting as sunshine. "If I bump into you again, we'll dance, okay? I always keep my promises."
[ SAMPLE ] - Anyone who has attended the ball in the past couple of years is familiar with the fake mint candies that seem to make their way around the facilities as a popular prank. Hope your senses are well-trained enough to tell them apart without your sight!
Okay. Well the dark makes this entire experience a whole lot less enjoyable, if she's perfectly honest.
Her eyes don't take long to adjust to the lack of light, but that combined with the crowds of people stumbling around does leave her a lot more on edge than she's had been. It's fine. It's fine! She's still handling the situation, and if anyone asks why she's standing with her back pressed so tightly against one of the pillars that lines the walls....well, that's none of their business.
She's trying to unclench her jaw to get it to stop hurting when she notices that Pandreo has approached her - wait, Pandreo?
Yunaka flinches hard, but manages to plaster on a smile quickly. "H-hey! Look at you! When did you get here?" No, seriously, when did he get here? Wasn't he in Solm, last she heard.
He's offering something. That takes her a minute to catch too, so she goes scrambling to quickly correct the blunder when she does. "Oh, thanks!" The mint candies aren't anything special, but it's a nice break. She quickly pops it into her mouth.
...woah, she must be more nervous than she thought, there's no way she's swallowing this.
She fumbles with her bouquet to hide how badly she wants to gag. "Here, you probably need to catch up, right?" She pulls out an orchid and offers it to him. "Hope ya have fun!"
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She catches him by surprise, which is just the way she does things. Yunaka! Now there's a lady who probably knows how to party.
"Yunaka, hey, good to see you!" Pandreo fishes around in his pocket; he has some candies from the entrance table. Or maybe they're mints? He doesn't know for sure. "Hey, you want some?"
She seems pleased by his offer, but when she tastes it... "Woah, hey, what's wrong? Maybe I should've tried one first...Sorry about that." He can't even offer her a mint as a palate cleanser.
Still, she seems to recover quickly, handing him one of her flowers. "Much obliged!" says Pandreo, squinting to find a hyacinth in his bouquet that compliments her. Ah - this one is a deep burgundy. Pretty befitting, he would say. "Likewise! Dance your face off!"
We are siblings and we have the same hair!
Panette and Pandreo, continued from here
Pandreo's words convey happiness at seeing her, which does make her heart swell, though he seems to be about as unsure on how to proceed as she is.
She supposes she has herself to blame for this; after all, she had left him behind twice now.
Which is why it falls on her to breach that gap once more.
Instead of simply taking his hands, she pulls him out of the spotlight fully into a crushing hug.
"Of course the first time I see you here, you're partying it up. And to think I made an ass of myself by howling in your name earlier; then again, maybe that's what summoned you here in the first place." She laughs, loosening her hold on him a bit so he doesn't suffocate or break a rib.
"How long have you been here anyway? It cannot be too recent, can it? Figured I would have seen you by now if it wasn't."
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Panette's hugs have always been seldom but crushing - the same arms that she uses to swing an axe with wild abandon are wrapped tightly around him now, with no sign of letting go. In his current party-mode, Pandreo wonders if it feels like she's hugging a fish; like he'll be too slippery to hold, too eager to return to his best-suited environment.
She...howled? "Y-you did?" Pandreo is nearly stunned into silence, imagining his sister howling in his honor. "I actually just got here today! I should've checked up on you sooner - I figured you were off, y'know, doing your retainer thing."
The same should probably be said for him, but he'll dance off that bridge when he gets to it.
Pandreo pulls back to meet her gaze. "For all I know, the howl's what did it!" he continues cheerfully. "I was gonna decorate my room when I got this feeling that I should go outside, and bam!" Pandreo pumps both fists in the air. "Here I am! AR-AROOOOOOO!"
[ SPOTLIGHT ] - One of the lights in the main hall is mistakenly left operational—and its angle readily adjustable. Set up for an impromptu performance of your own, or play the world's most extra wing-man by making a friend the center of all attention. + [ STEAL ] - Purposeful or not, it looks like you've gotten your hands on something that isn't yours. You may want to return that before anyone notices. Or you may want to start running.
"Who is he? He's amazing."
"Man, this guy knows how to sing!"
"Forget the singing. Look at how he's dancing!"
". . . ."
Mere member of a crowd, Rafal observed a face he judged both familiar and not.
So it was Pandreo centered in the glow of the spotlight, commanding attention and laughter. Well, for some, they might argue that this role could belong to none other than Pandreo. Meanwhile, the Solmic priest of Rafal's own world had commanded only the battlefield, caused only blood and screams to rain - never a smile.
So, for a moment, Rafal watched him - this strange Pandreo. Hesitant to intrude, to make waves in a life he'd once ruined, no matter the ignorance of its present vessel. Then, in the next, he approached the bouquet left temporarily abandoned on the sideline. Slipped a flower into it of his own accord, and took for his own another; a hyacinth for a hyacinth, varying only in their color.
Then, like a ghost, the Fell Dragon was gone.
It's a beautiful night, a positively sparkling dance floor. A lively and talented band; an energetic crowd that is just as happy to spectate as participate. They all move like a collective unit, their souls all burn singularly bright.
Pandreo has only seen the faintest sliver of the entire monastery, and he's already decided it's the loveliest place in the world. Sweat beads on his forehead; he's lost track of the floor, his eyes trained on the flickers of light dancing off the crystal chandeliers. He was made for this moment. He was born to dance this dance.
He doesn't know if people are watching him. It's statistically likely, but unimportant. He doesn't dance for the sake of their amusement, but for their salvation.
(Later that night, or perhaps with the pang of his head in the morning, he'll kick himself just a bit for his overzealousness. Pandreo is merely a messenger; he cannot save anyone. But for tonight, he will let himself believe.)
When he returns to his bouquet, one of his flowers seems a little off-color. Perhaps it is a trick of the light.
[ SPOTLIGHT ] - One of the lights in the main hall is mistakenly left operational—and its angle readily adjustable. Set up for an impromptu performance of your own, or play the world's most extra wing-man by making a friend the center of all attention.
The spotlight seems like quite an interesting feature, but one that Panette is not interested in at all; far too pressure being the centre of attention like that for her to step into it.
Instead, she is more focused on mingling in the crowd; listening to others chatter and gossip, hearing someone let out a loud howl, watching others dance, all good ways to decompress whilst still being in the-
Her head whips over to the familiar sound before her thoughts have even fully caught up to her, and before she knows it, she is making her way to the spotlight.
"Pandreo?! What in the world are you doing here?" Ordinarily she would be mortified with how openly loud and bewildered she's being out in the open, but who CARES?
She cannot decide whether to criticise him for partying instead of caring to seek her out, or tackling him into a hug, so instead she simply stands there, dumbfounded.
Something about the fall of darkness makes the collective dance more intimate, yet more mysterious at the same time. Just enough illumination remains that Pandreo can make out an arm here, a swaying ribbon there, a voice calling out to him from the middle distance...
Like a proverbial moth, Pandreo finds himself fluttering toward what appears to be a faulty spotlight. He's dancing alone, and he knows the rhythm his body finds is one that others tend to find off-putting. But standing beneath the light isn't about people watching him dance; it's about sharing his joy. It's about finding a single kindred spirit in the darkness, even a single hand reaching back out to him.
The rhythm that he's following hits a long, hard rest as his gaze falls upon a familiar head of hair. "Oh," he murmurs, "hi, Panette!"
Another long beat passes. Pandreo stands as still and cold as stone; slack-jawed, perhaps. "Panette!?"
His darling sister is not lost in the magic of bodies swaying together; he can't just grasp her hands and twirl her around and make her forget. Not this time. He stands at the edge of the spotlight, reaching weakly, unsure how close he should be. "You're here too!? I'm so glad to see you!"
There had been a quiet but excitable energy along the monastery grounds on the afternoon of Pandreo's arrival, like the way the clouds light up before the sound of thunder. It alights Pandreo's curiosity, but perhaps he should focus on getting his bearings.
The trip had been arduous, and he hadn't slept much the night before. There are still so many unknowns, but on the whole, he's ecstatic to meet so many new people. Hopefully he can get a glimpse of the cathedral soon...
Can't hurt to slip in now, he thinks, but as he steps outside of his room, it hits him. He can practically smell a party - he may not know its purpose, or if he's even permitted, but his blood sings in his veins at the distant sounds of a merry band.
How many opportunities does he get to join a party he's not hosting?? Not enough, if you ask him.
Thankfully, he's brought a perfect outfit. And Bunet said I might not get the occasion, Pandreo thinks wryly, slipping on his desert-bash evening attire. He hears whispers as he approaches the sounds, the lights, something about a ball; everyone is dressed in elegant gowns and impeccable suits.
An attendant cheerily hands Pandreo a bouquet of hyacinths, and he's more than delighted to trade them for some light conversation. There's not as much shouting as he'd like, but every following needs a leader.
Pandreo has crashed the Ethereal Ball!!
Flower Tracker:
Rose - Ferdinand
Lily -
Orchid - Yunaka
Hyacinth - Rafal
Tulip -
