knight of lycia.

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[AFFLUENCE] - faith+1, Niles & Eliwood.

folternis

niles raises his eyebrows a bit, appraising the kid. naïveté practically oozes off him. it's amusing, to say the least, but it's also an opportunity to play.

he has a certain responsibility bequeathed upon him in the form of his job here. he's not going to be too harsh. but come on, the promise of someone with this lack of guile...

well, maybe not a lack, but certainly less than many have. and the perfect opportunity, someone who wants a bit of pain, as well as someone with a self-professed fear of it.

"you're okay with pain on the battlefield but... torture might be beyond what you can handle, you said?"

it's really too perfect. niles hasn't had a chance to play in some time, at least not since he's arrived here.

"it won't be any trouble. and... i don't think it's foolish to fear being trapped somewhere, at the mercy of those who might hurt you. many people fear it. it's what makes torture so well-used a method of information-gathering."

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It's strange to bare your soul to a complete stranger. Eliwood glances down, a slight frown upon his face. He was willing to trust this travelling guru, so why can't he trust this man?

He seems very reasonable and responsible, after all. Even if he won't give a name.

"Torture, yes," he says. He debates speaking on his father, and all that he had suffered at the hand of Lord Nergal. He doesn't though. It's part of his story but it's also something that belongs to his father -- and there are some things that he's not willing to share.

A look crosses his face. A cross between sadness, despair, and regret. He lets it go.

"I don't want to be in pain with no way out. I don't want to be the one to give up information that I shouldn't. Both of those things are terrifying... I don't know how I would manage."

Um. Squeak Squeaker Squeakem. If You Even Care.

A pause, considering. Eliwood claimed to be lacking in the finer detailed skills, but he had narrowed in immediately on the most efficient course of action anyway: though it didn't benefit larger parties, with more direct missions, to split, when it was but two people, with markedly different skill sets and tasks needing done fitting those skill sets…

Somehow, the humility felt like an insult, a dig meant to put him in his place. Raven's eyes narrowed, though he didn't admit as much. With what he knew of Pherae, it was unintentional, too good to be so deliberately disparaging - which, if anything, grated the more.

"I've already scouted a bit," he admitted instead, with a bit of a sigh - his search hadn't borne the fruit he'd have liked during the daytime, hence the return. "But perhaps there's a way to do both. See if you can get some of the patrons to open up a bit - I'll keep watch in the crowd, catch whatever in bigger scope you might miss."

He didn't necessarily say it, didn't quite feel the need, but the added benefit too was that if he hovered about the periphery and something went awry, he'd have better egress to make chase. Eliwood could catch up…he hoped.

He led them through the crowd, glanced back but once before gesturing for the door. "Ready?"

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The plan seemed solid, and Eliwood was eager to agree to it. He nodded, wearing that naïve smile of his. "I'm ready."

The door was opened and Eliwood was the first to step through. It was just as crowded as he expected. He scanned the room and saw a small group of those he recognized as Blue Lion students, and though he didn't know them by name he waved at them. The polite gesture was well reciprocated and he went over to sit, pretending to not notice Raymond for the moment.

The chatter continued, and Eliwood ordered his drink. He spoke about the mundane, the everyday life at school, when one of the students leaned in conspiratorially.

"Have you heard about the ghosts here?" she asked. Eliwood raised his eyebrows and tilted his head to the side as if to listen better. "It's said that there's a haunting of rats, and they play one music note and it makes you go to your death."

"That's not what they say!" another one hissed. "You don't die, come on. You just get lost. Wandering the abyss forever."

"I like my version better."

"Where do they hear this sound, usually?" Eliwood interjected. It was good to finally have a lead on this -- something useful to bring back to Raymond. See? He could be impressive. Maybe.

"Everywhere. Here, a lot of the time," the first girl tapped the table. "But I knew one of them. The night before he disappeared, he said he wanted to come back to this cafe for a coffee. But it was after hours, and we told him that they'd be closed." She shrugged. "Who knows if he ended up coming here. But that's kind of the point, right? Exciting. Maybe we're right near the ghost rats..."

Um. Squeak Squeaker Squeakem. If You Even Care.

"We don't know that it's a nonviolent crime," was the first instinctive reply out of his mouth, and though it wasn't a biting response, it wasn't tempered either. There had not, to his knowledge, been any reports that the students had been injured, but he didn't allow that to dawn optimistic: an abduction was just as violent an assault as battery, and he wouldn't delude himself otherwise.

Standing, he added, "But you're right. It makes sense to investigate the heart of the area. Whoever's doing it, it's a small enough area. They aren't branching out."

He tapped his toe against three specific intersections, before scuffing the diagram out of the dust with his boot. "Last couple incidents reported last sightings here, and I was about to make my way to the streets thereabouts."

Though he ignored the comment about what he would know better, ignored the bite of acid that it spat in his throat, Raven jerked his head in a gesture to follow. "Come on."

Moving through the streets became in turn easier as they ventured away from the city square, and then harder as the nightlife began to pick up and their proximity to these trendier facilities grew nearer. Inclining his head, he said, "So far, all victims have been known to spend at least one rest day per week at that café. The building installation itself seems newer, but the foundations are old: still has some of the backalleys and connections from when this part of town was less well-to-do."

Eyes narrowed in thought for a moment as he scanned the moving throng of students, knights, and civilians. "We can choose to go in and ask, or we can inspect the area."

Wryly, unable to help himself the barb, he added; "Suppose you would know more about these types of places than I would."

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Eliwood had not considered that these crimes might have indeed been violent. His expression fell, just a little, and he realized for the first time that they did not know the state of the missing students. It embarrassed him just a little -- the insensitivity of his comment -- but he kept that to himself. He would just do better in the future.

Diligently he followed. He kept his eyes on what was in front of him, scanning for any clues as to what was happening. He was sure that Raymond had a better idea of the situation; he was so much more experienced in this sort of thing, and Eliwood found himself wanting to be just as impressive.

Which made it all the more entertaining when Eliwood completely missed the barb. "Oh, maybe," he said, but then shrugged. "You're better at connecting ideas than I am, but I can go in and find out if anyone has seen anything strange while you look around the perimeter? Unless you wanted to stay together."

He hadn't noticed the old foundation and the new building atop of it. Instead, he had been focusing on those who were coming in and out of the establishment. Most were young, a lot were students. They definitely served a particular demographic.

He looked up at him. "I might miss some details. Usually Mark was the one who thought of every possibility, and could see things that I could not." He was a patient person, someone who would trust in everyone he met. He knew this flaw about himself, but he also knew that Raymond might be able to balance that out.

𝙏𝙔𝙋𝙀𝙎 𝙊𝙁 𝙋𝙀𝙊𝙋𝙇𝙀 : 𝙁𝙇𝙊𝙒𝙀𝙍𝙎

RULES: bold what applies - italicize sometimes. Repost, don’t reblog !

𝙍𝙊𝙎𝙀𝙎 - true romantic, loving the classics, pricked fingers, perfect makeup done to impress, bruises easily, beloved but unknown, soul as old as time, overused and under-appreciated.

𝘿𝘼𝙄𝙎𝙄𝙀𝙎 - clean linens, youthful naivety, family, wide open spaces, running barefoot, moving towards instead of away, trying to forget about death, sun blindness.

𝙎𝙐𝙉𝙁𝙇𝙊𝙒𝙀𝙍𝙎 - standing tall, strong roots, a home to always return to, warm summer air, holding onto lost hope, belief in growth, painted overalls, split ends.

𝘽𝙇𝙐𝙀𝘽𝙀𝙇𝙇𝙎 - the end of spring, determination for the truth, cold and cautious, moonlight on windowsills, the taste of ice, unnecessary shyness, quiet belief in the extraordinary, complicated morals.

𝘿𝘼𝙁𝙁𝙊𝘿𝙄𝙇𝙎 - mom friend, sweets, the smell of baking, riverbanks, leaving behind a toxic situation, being happy with your reflection, believing in luck, moving in a pack.

𝙄𝙍𝙄𝙎𝙀𝙎 - sour candies, unappreciated elegance, valour, crystals projecting rainbows on white walls, unintended organization, old royalty, refusal to bow, learning a new language for the fun of it.

𝙇𝙄𝙇𝙄𝙀𝙎 - secret poison, perfect handwriting, crisp consonants, pressed and ironed sheets, open windows, infinite persistence, thick skin, colder hands.

𝙇𝙄𝙇𝘼𝘾 - fleeting and fair, strong but delicate, radiating good vibes, the beauty of falling apart, the joy in being scattered, soft fabrics, whirlwind romance, keeping the door open.

#☾ may we all return from battle alive and unscathed ✩ ooc.#meta #bringing this back ... ty tches for the template

loveevangelist

We Do Not Need Laundry Chair. It Does Not Give Throne Bonuses

Nobody can seem to agree behind the why - is it pest control? a social experiment? renovations? - but the reality of the matter is: you’ve got a new roommate for the month...

loveevangelist

A room is, to her, a temporary luxury at the end of the day.

Poe is not one to settle into a space, not beyond making it comfortable enough to lay her head down in by the end of the day. And with good reason—it is rare that she remains in one place long enough for the effort to make it a home to even near being worth it. This remained true even in her appearance at this iteration of Garreg Mach, and her room was a space rarely lingered in beyond rest.

And so, she had anticipated that sharing a room with another for a brief period of time would not present an issue. Especially not given who she was designated to room with.

But lately, she finds herself surprised often, doesn't she?

She has been spending less time at 'home' these days, shall we say. Some degree of messiness is inescapable in both realms she can call her own, but in that office room, she has a greater level of control over it in that she does not shy from stepping on proverbial toes towards those means. Here, she knows the occupant is less deserving of such an ungentle touch. Or at least, she had assumed so.

A stray sock on the floor catches her notice. With the flick of a finger and the cast of a spell, it lands on a bed not hers. In temporary lack of space, she does not have a desk to sit at, and so she perches atop her sheets first thing upon arrival. Sits to untie her hair, and to ask a question that has been on her mind for some days now:

"I am curious—are you busier than usual lately, or somesuch?"

@pheraed

#☾ do not forget you have a right to happiness too ✩ ic.#support ✩ loveevangelist.#we do not need laundry chair ✩ thread.#let the boyisms begin

Eliwood is very much a young man. That is meant both in the derogatory and neutral sense; he has the bright eyes of youth, the certain naivety that only comes with lacking years, and of course... the uncanny ability to make a mess of everything.

Just, a godawful mess. Perhaps it's the privilege of not having to clean after himself for so long or that he didn't have a lot of property to take care of when he was traveling away from home. It doesn't really matter, but with the added stress of being paired with roommate for a while he's been attempting to undo years of bad habits.

The sock is just one part. If Poe were to look under his bed, there are worse horrors for the eye to see.

Her question makes him look up from his place on his bed. He does not touch his sock, which means that he will inevitably fall asleep with it there (and, perhaps add it to the collection of miscellaneous clothes that are pooled at the edge of his bedsheets, hidden only by his blanket).

"I haven't been, why do you ask?"

girl get in we're about to form the monastery's first labor union

[AFFLUENCE] - Auth+1, Ethlyn & Eliwood

ladyleonster

"No," Ethlyn agrees, rolling up her sleeves, "we can't. No one should have to work like this. It's utterly cruel. There are others working here besides herself and Eliwood. Stepping up and doing something about it would help them too.

"If we expose them publicly for their mistreatment of their employees, they'll have to make a change, right?" She doesn't think her voice alone will carry much weight, even if Eliwood is there to back her up. No, they'll need to invoke more voices to their cause.

"We will send a review of their business and its terrible practices to the newspaper. Just because we're on this remote group of islands doesn't mean they should get away with hiding from the public."

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He's glad he's not alone in this. His anger is warranted; he did not doubt that, but he feels a renewed sense of justice spike in his chest. It would make sense to write to the papers, to make it known what's happening...

"We should," he agrees with a set jaw. Though he may be smaller in stature than many others of his rank, he still has the commanding presence of a Marquess. His fingers twitch next to his blade as if to add to the image. "We also should look into gathering all the workers together. Demanding better, perhaps... denying our labor, and working together as one group to make our working conditions more favorable. What say you?"

With both their plans combined, there was no way that change would not come. Right?

Um. Squeak Squeaker Squeakem. If You Even Care.

It was an easy nod, almost instinctive. "You may. And I have."

Raven gestured to the area surrounding the square. "I've canvased a bit, and heard some stories. A lot of them line up with what we're hearing at the monastery – students going missing in the middle of the night, after a note is played. The more musically inclined say it's the same note every time, but what's more interesting to me is that it seems to come from a specific location."

Kneeling, Raven drew a quick diagram in the dirt. "If the monastery is here," a tap against a larger square, "and the town centre, where we are, is here," a tap to a circle, "then most reports have the sounds coming from a radius of about a kilometer, around here."

He drew another circle, wrapping around a section of town – some residential areas, he believed, but adjacent to some of the more well-to-do drinkeries, an avenue filled with coffee and tea and ale houses.

Raven cocked his head, adjusted his weight to remain crouched. "I've heard that it's...a more trendy area, for younger people to spend their time after schooling, or after their jobs. Not rich, necessarily, that's on this side of town," a dismissive tap to the side katty-cornered to the town centre, "but near enough that there's some overlap. It's...unusual. Not the pattern this kind of thing usually follows."

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Eliwood followed Raymond's diagram. The musical note that he spoke of did pique an interest, but he didn't know what it meant. Perhaps if he'd spent more time learning an instrument rather than practicing swordplay, he'd have an answer.

Yet again, if he did that he would probably not be here -- would he?

He cocked his head. "I see. If it's mainly confined to this area, would it be good to check in the center that area?" he asked, then shook his head. His eyes darted away for just one moment before he looked back at his companion with a renewed confidence. "I just say because I'd heard somewhere that most crime happens within a certain distance outside of where a person -- or... small rat, I suppose -- lives. So I would think it would either be in the center or around the perimeter of what you've drawn. Since it's a nonviolent crime, I assume, they're more likely to be closer to the scene of the crime, right?"

He shrugged. "I think you'd know more about that, but if there's a hidden underground area we can look at, it might be a good start. Do you know a lot about the buildings there?"

There was a missing piece that he just was not grasping. As Eliwood looked at the ground he tried his best to figure out what it was.

*ੈ✩ -- we're gonna show this rock who's the boss around here.

[RECOVERY] - Gauntlets + 1, Altena & Eliwood

luminousrider

"The monastery isn't that large. I'm sure you'll have the chance. Especially since Linus is a professor for our house."

Something hangs in the air between them. Something heavy and not as lighthearted as the mood had been. Altena isn't sure what exactly has caused it. His injury maybe?

She can at least help that with some ice if they're going to be sitting here waiting.

"Here." She hands over a cup of crushed ice when she sits back down next to him. "I found a nurse too and asked how much longer our wait will be. He was a little reluctant to answer but I think there's only a few more people ahead of you."

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Of course Linus is a professor of their class. Why would he not be? Eliwood does his best to keep his expression the same; it would not do well to fret over what may never come to pass.

He takes the ice, though, and presses it to his injury. Silly for it to have hurt this badly, but that's how it is. "Thank you," he speaks softly, and tries to get back their happy and lighthearted feeling that had just been lost. It's not tense between them, per say, but it's different now.

He's about to speak when he's called in next. He looks at his friend as he stands and bows, his smile bright once more. "I will come find you at the dining hall later, if you'd like? I really appreciate all this help."

And with that, he follows the nurse into the room to be looked at.

end!

Let's Go To Horseland !!

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Kurthnaga waits for a devastating and terrible few moments, wondering if perhaps he should just rescind his request and foist the abundance of sandwiches off on Nasir after all. Father would be an unsafe choice, the young dragon's cooking was dubious at best and he dare not approach his father with something... less than perfect. Nasir would eat them, if Kurthnaga asked him. Worst case scenario, he would just command him to eat them. (Not that such a sweet and innocent boy would actually do so, but when one was desperate to get rid of a shit ton of sandwiches... well...)

"Oh!" Kurthnaga lets out a sigh of relief, feeling his tight grip on the handles of the basket ease a little. He hadn't honestly been expecting the other boy to accept. It was almost for certain that rumors of his... exploits in the kitchen had made it around by now, and he had been sure that no one would even dare to try his 'cooking' for fear of ending up the same way, "What a relief! I was so afraid that you would say no!"

The dragon giggles, looking around expectantly. Admittedly, he did not know where the best place in Garreg Mach would be to have a picnic. Perhaps they could saddle up some mounts and ride into the woods until they found a nice clearing? Ah! That did sound like a wonderful idea!

"If you don't mind, I would love to go on a short ride from the monastery to find a quiet place to chat while we eat! Not too far of course, I wouldn't want to tire you out any further! You look a bit... starving, haha."

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"I would never say no to making a new friend."

Eliwood had indeed not heard anything about Kurthnaga's cooking. He knew hardly anything about him at all, spare for that he was sweet every time he say him with others. If he had known about his cooking mishaps, perhaps he would have thought differently.

(or, invited someone with an iron stomach along. he knew a couple people like that.)

"I haven't had the chance to visit too much with the mounts," he admits. He knew how to ride, of course -- he'd done so many times in his past. It would feel good to be atop a horse again. "Perhaps you can help me choose one?"

He doesn't want to worry the (assumedly) younger boy, but he is getting quite hungry. There's this odd thing that happens when he is too starved, where his body feels hot-cold and he becomes a little woozy; luckily, he was no where near that feeling yet.

"I would love that. Truly, thank you for inviting me." His voice is sincere, and he motions for Kurthnaga to follow him.

Let's Go To Horseland !!

Showcase | Riding +1

A new pastime has cropped up within Garreg Mach as the days turn more peaceful: expeditions! Every day, more and more people invite an ally to a private outing, first taking a journey via horseback to a more scenic location like the plains, forest, mountains, or a waterfront. From there they dismount and have a little teatime for two. With the Ethereal Ball just around the corner, plenty use these expeditions to get in another person’s good graces before the big night, but regardless of your motivation, it just might be a great way to increase your bond with someone you’ve had your eye on lately! [Grants Riding +1]

Kurthnaga holds a small basket gently against his legs, blush darkening his cheeks. It's packed to the brim with sandwiches, made lovingly with his own two hands. Perhaps a bit too many sandwiches in fact, more than anyone should or would be willing to eat. He wanders through the halls of the academy, looking for a classmate who would possibly want to share even a fraction of them with him. But they either already know of his "talent" with cooking, or were simply too busy to seperate from their studies to go on a random excursion.

The longer he stands with the full basket in his hands, awkwardly wandering around, the heavier it feels even though nothing has been added to it. Perhaps it is the weight of his embarrassment. Well, he could always try to foist them off on Nasir; couldn't he? Or perhaps Father would be willing to take them?

Letting out a long sigh, Kurthnaga finally spots a classmate who doesn't seem like he's too engrossed in anything and runs over to the man. His bright red hair is striking, and if the young dragon can remember correctly, his name is... Eliwood! That was it!

"Sir Eliwood!" He exclaims, politely of course. He holds up his basket, equally proud of his creation and embarrassed that it took him this long to ask someone, "Please-! Er... I would be honored to share a picnic with you! If you will have me, of course."

@pheraed

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The day's activities are winding down, and Eliwood finds that he is in dire need of some relaxation. His muscles hurt from training too hard this morning and his stomach is growling for lack of supper. He wonders what the dining hall will have tonight, and hopes it's something filling.

He's wandering a little as he tries to waste time before he can go get something to eat. He debates going to the stables to see if he can help with anything, or returning those library books that are almost due. Both would keep his mind off of his growing hunger and his desire to take a nap, but...

ah!! -- there! It is as if his thoughts had been spoken aloud. He recognizes the other student as Kurthnaga, someone he had seen around a fair bit before today. And in his hands he carries the salvation Eliwood so desperately wishes for... sweet, sweet nourishment.

"The honor would be mine," he says. "I was just thinking about how hungry I am, so this is a welcome reprieve indeed. Shall we?"

inserviceto

Let Me Get That Trap For You, M'lord

inserviceto

There were quite a number of emotions waging for control of Harken's expression as he heard Lord Eliwood's gentle laugh, the approach of his footsteps. Shame, embarrassment, guilt -- no small amount of horror of having to so suddenly face the son of the man he'd failed so soundly.

As Eliwood spoke and worked on getting him free of the trap, Harken was frozen. How should he act? What should he say-- what could he even say?

Snap.

With a muffled clank and thud of him and his armor hitting the ground, Harken numbly lays there for a moment -- eyes wide and mouth slightly parted, as if he were about to say something but unable to form the words or sounds. Eliwood looked much as he recalled since last he saw the young man, but as he gazed at his young master, he started to pick out slight changes. A sureness, a quiet strength, something in his eyes that had grown up.

Harken breathes in, closing his eyes with the hesitancy of a man unsure if he wants what he sees to still be there in front of him when he opens them again. With the scrape of dirt, he rights himself, getting back up to his feet and brushing himself off so as to be as presentable as he may.

When he opens his eyes again, Eliwood is still there, and he feels his tenuous grip on composure crack like glass beneath the crushing pressure of the ocean's depths.

"My Lord Eliwood, there is...you have no reason to apologize to me. It is...It is I who should be apologizing to you," he speaks haltingly at first, voice strained and soft, before the dam breaks. He bends harshly at the waist in a stiff bow, arms at his sides and eyes trained on the ground just before Eliwood's boots -- he cannot bring himself to meet any part of his lord, as if just his gaze would sully the other man.

"I submit myself to whatever punishment you deem fitting for a failure such as I, Lord Eliwood. I was...I was unable to carry out my sole duty of protecting your lord father, nor did I have the decency to die on the battlefield for his glory."

And he should have. So many of his comrades, his lord, all had died and he had remained. Why? He should have died in their place -- any of them, all of them, he would trade his life in an instant for they would surely make better use of the breaths he still took.

"I have dishonored myself and your house...I will die if you ask it-- it is well within your rights to seek blood for blood. I will not resist, my lord. Please, I just...I wish for you to know that I would give anything to fix my failure to you and your father..."

#☾ do not forget you have a right to happiness too ✩ ic.#support ✩ inserviceto.#let me get that trap for you ✩ thread.#my god i just realized i never drafted this. im gonna explode #god harken your knightisms (pos)

Eliwood felt, in that moment, objectively terrible. Not only did he allow Harken to fall to the ground, but the knight was looking terribly distraught. The young lord's hands reached out as if to help him, but he didn't want to disturb the situation any more than he had already.

When Harken did finally speak, it made Eliwood take a step back. Why would he ever punish Harken? For doing as he must, as both someone assigned to this sword project and as a knight of Pherae? He looked at the man in front of him, and watched as he bowed and submitted himself for punishment.

It was often and with a melancholic nostalgia that Eliwood thought of his father. He thought of all that had happened, how he might have been able to save him -- where he had gone wrong and what needed to change. The tears he shed in the presence of those he loved had dried, but the memory remained.

"Sir Harken..."

Any words of comfort he might give him were lost. There was little that others might have said to him, back when the wounds were still fresh, that would stop the pain of watching his father's life fade from his eyes. Everyone grieves differently, and Eliwood would not begrudge Harken his way of handling his own emotions.

"Rise," he said, soft as anything. Gently, he reached out and clasped the knight's hand in his own, his expression grave and serious. "You are a knight of my house. You are loyal, and caring, and good. My father loved you."

He paused only to squeeze his hand. "Pherae loves you. I love you. If you feel you must atone, I will give you that. But not until we've made it out of this forest."

He let go of Harken, and motioned for him to follow.

the sun... she cookk me...

[BEACH EPISODE!] - Kagetsu & Eliwood

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continued from here.

Luckily, a lot of the burns were on his face and arms, across his freckled nose and pale neck. The shirt he was wearing helped protect his chest and stomach, as well as his shorts to protect his thighs. Still, he let Kagetsu put the lotion on and felt a calm and cool wash over the stinging pain.

"I should have thought of it," he said. "It's painful, but not too bad. I guess this is sort of a battle itself, huh? One with the sun."

He laughs a little at his own joke. It's been a while since he's seen a battlefield and gained new scars, and that's sort of nice. He still wants to practice and keep his skills sharp, but maybe it won't be at the cost of deep wounds.

He sighs as it's completed, and is about ready to ask if Kagetsu wants to go out and catch some crabs ( or, alternatively build a sand castle ) when his friend speaks out.

"Ah?! What happened? Are you hurt?"

@okomesia

egittae

BEACH EPISODE PROMPTS 🏖

egittae

As a complement to our current mission board, some fun beach ask prompts! Or well, the fun factor is debatable.

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[castle] for our muses to build sand castles together. what entails “sand castle” is up to you.

[dig] for our muses to dig a hole in the sand together. for extra fun, roll the dice and check if it’ll collapse.

[are you with crab milord/milady] one of our muses is trying to just chill and read a book, but alas, is it just a prank or is there actually a crab...

[yeet] for my muse to throw a crab at yours

[rope] our muses have just returned from a refreshing swim, but there’s something wrapped around their ankles. is it algae? is it some discarded rope? perhaps a squid?

[jellyfish] our muses went swimming, and had an unfortunate encounter with a jellyfish. what to do?

[urchin] ouch! stepped on a sea urchin!

[buried] so, we’ve decided to bury someone in the sand. who’s going to become the sand guardian?

[volleyball] let’s play volleyball together!

[shark] our muses are swimming and have met something that kind of resembles a shark. is it…?

[vendor] our muses have come across anna a beach vendor selling all sorts of trinkets, from colorful shirts to overpriced drinks.

[surprise] you see a coconut! is there anything inside?

[water] the water is nice and cool but then you pass through a weirdly warm spot

[sunburns] ack-! you forgot the sunscreen!

[critter] our muses see a little critter swimming! do they try to grab it? fingers crossed that it isn’t venomous!

[seagull] your muse chose to bring food to the beach, and now you have entered combat.

[BBQ] beach BBQ time! set up that grill!

#☾ may we all return from battle alive and unscathed ✩ ooc.#okay now that i've gotten drafts down. heh. lets just say #and also i would consider these asks in the toaverse unless otherwise specified ok i love u all. we are at the beach

#out of 31 matches ✩ thread.#support ✩ braveryinblue.#TY FOR THE THREAD KEY #it is always a joy to write with you <3

°。 out of 31 matches it's 15 wins for Eliwood, 12 for Hector, and 4 were draws ig

[POST BOEL MINI] - Hector & Eliwood

braveryinblue

"Hmph. You'd better."

Not that Hector's worried any.

'Eliwood' and 'reliable' go hand in hand, after all.

And it's not like he can fault his friend for following his instincts, either. Not without being a big ol' hypocrite.

"Heh."

Eliwood is right, of course. That their rivalry can continue in this way is...

It's just. Nice. Cozy, even.

"You know perfectly well them's fighting words..." Rolling his shoulder, Hector chuckles darkly. "Bah. Maybe I'll invite you to bring that tome along after all. It's not like I haven't been working on countermeasures all this time. An' never hurts to have a guinea pig on hand."

For all that Hector grumbles, however, it doesn't stop him subconsciously chasing after the familiar touch of a close friend. He's tired. And Eliwood's teasing, relentless as it is, puts him at ease. And so:

quite unceremoniously, Hector leans, leans, leans-- until he lightly thuds against his friend's shoulder and there, he stays, cheerfully heedless of his weight against the other's slighter frame.

"Hold still a minute. I need a nap."

Soon, then.

--end!

*ੈ✩ -- dw about it me and my buddy hector got this.

[RECOVERY] - newly caught ruffians w/Hector

braveryinblue

“Well, drat.”

If even Eliwood thinks their odds are slim to none, then things are more dire than Hector might have hoped for. Although... this means that maybe he can be of use here after all, heh. If things got physical before he pitched in, who could blame him for joining in?

But of course, his even-keeled friend reels him back. As always.

“Oh, now you’re just confusing me, friend.”

He grins.

“As if I’d be anywhere without it. But you know well axes are ill-suited to avoiding bloodshed.”

And then, is there still a chance, no matter how tiny, of turning things around?

Hector’s almost disappointed at the thought, though he remembers he is in far over his head here. He’d gladly fight them all, yes, but even he couldn’t hold out forever if all of them up and decided to turn on this pesky pair of meddlers. Putting Eliwood in that position… the thought churns his stomach more than a little.

“Agh. A’ight. Fine. But could you do the talking? Or start us off at least… I don’t wanna open my dumb mouth and fan the flames before they’ve proper started setting fire to the place, ya know?”

#☾ do not forget you have a right to happiness too ✩ ic.#support ✩ braveryinblue.#dw me and my buddy hector got this ✩ thread.

That’s one of the things he loves about Hector. He’s ready to rush in and fix the problem with his big axe, and part of the charm is he does not mean ill by it. Eliwood feels lighter just by being around his childhood best friend, even if it’s a reunion within this terrible situation.

He tries to keep the smile off his face. “I can do the talking. But you can do the hitting if it comes to that, I promise.”

Eliwood elbows his way through the crowd, pushing apart people who are one moment away from erupting into chaos. He feels better that he’s not alone, but he does worry that all the bottled up hatred and anger will be redirected towards him. They're so angry -- and Eliwood does not have a right to take away their rage. But he thinks he might be able to help bridge the gap between the sides.

He climbs up to the platform, hoping Hector is not far behind. He clears his throat once — twice — and then tries to call out:

“May I have your attention?!”

He’s not loud enough.

°。no better teacher than the battlefield.

[POST BOEL MINI] - Diamant & Eliwood

heriteur

Upon Eliwood's introduction, Diamant takes a moment to let his words sink in. Now that sounded familiar. Pherae. And with that uncanny resemblance... it was likely this young man knew of Roy. But the Brodian keeps his suspicions, and his questions, to himself for now.

"Ah, I like to see the determination! There's no better motivator than one's own personal drive." Letting the other's hand go, Diamant rests his arms over his lap, "But don't worry—I'm not the sort to toss you into the fire right from the start. Everyone has their own pace at which they learn and process information, and I'll be sure to find yours."

A smile, "If you're asking for my classes, I assume you've an interest in swordplay, then? You don't seem the type to favor axes... though anything is possible." A chuckle, "I once knew a small girl who wielded them."