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✟ Robin ✟ Starter Call ✟
❝ Hello, Robin. ❞ Libra had been hoping to find a good time to speak with the tactician, but, unfortunately, no moment felt like it could possibly be a good moment. Difficult topics of conversation tended to be that way. As such, he had decided to stop holding off on it and simply approach Robin with what he hoped to assist with.
After all, it was a part of Libra’s job to listen to those in distress, especially when it came to matters concerning the Gods.
❝ … I heard about what happened at the Dragon’s Table. Are you feeling all right? ❞ If he didn’t wish to speak of what he had witnessed and heard, Libra would understand completely, just as he would understand if Robin did want someone to confide in. An unbelievable truth had been dropped in Robin’s lap during their most recent attempt – and failure – to halt the rise of Grima.
Libra could only imagine what he was feeling, and while it seemed wrong to say that he could understand…he felt as though he had a decent idea as to what might be going through the other’s head.
✟ Henry ✟ Starter Call ✟
❝ Beg pardon, Henry, but could I have a moment of your time? ❞ It wouldn’t take the mage all that long to figure out what Libra was grabbing his attention for. Cradled carefully in his hands was an inky black bird – a raven – and standing out against its plumage was a carefully positioned bandage wrapped snugly around its wing.
❝ I found them struggling to fly during our most recent march, ❞ Libra explained. ❝ I may be an expert in healing, but I’m rather lacking in the department of caring for corvids. I was wondering if you could look after them until they’ve healed, seeing as you’re so fond of the birds. ❞ While Libra wouldn’t trust Henry with a human patient, he had never seen the Plegian harm any sort of animal. Not only this, but the crows and ravens seemed to take to him much more than they did Libra. As such, he seemed to be the most capable and obvious caretaker for the bird.
✟ Corrin ✟ Starter Call ✟
❝ Aunt Corrin, ❞ Rireba called, ❝ I got the firewood that you asked for. ❞ Truth be told, he had gotten that and more. Based on the pile that he had with him, he must have chopped down and cut up at least a dozen decently sized trees. While he had a few beads of sweat on his brow, he didn’t look like he had just done so much work—not in the slightest.
❝ I figured that I might as well gather enough to keep the astral plane supplied for a while, considering the fact that I was already working on such a task. Do you think that this is enough? ❞
(( OOC )) Hey, did y’all know that Libra loves kids? Well, he loves kids like, a lot. Do you know what that means? That means that he will adopt every single baby child that comes into his arms.
On that note, consider this a pre-established relations call-thing! If your muse needs a parent, Libra will be their parent, because all kids deserve good parents. If you want the priest to father your muse, go ahead and slam that heart to earn a place in Libra’s down below (or you can reblog/reply if you’re a sideblog)!
Keep in mind that this is for mutuals. If I am following you, then you’re good to go! You can make sure that I’m following you be checking to see if you can message me through Tumblr IMs. If it doesn’t say anything about me only accepting messages from those that I follow, then Libra can dad your muse.
(ノ゚Д゚)八(゚Д゚ )ノ [[LET SMOL DAE BE YOUR FRIEND BECAUSE SHE WAS ORPHANED AND UNWANTED TOO!]]
✟ Daedra ✟ Meme ✟
His eyes are the only bright thing about him as he looks up from his knees at the girl standing in front of him. His clothes and hair and skin are all dirtied, but those green hues shine with a wary sort of look about them. She’s just a kid – younger than him, or at least Libra thinks so – but this doesn’t mean that she might not be dangerous. Children younger than him have taken from him before, and his heart is too cold to care about fighting off another orphan for the sake of his own preservation.
❝ … What do you want? ❞ His voice is monotone and flat, as though he’s uninterested in her and whatever answer that she might give him. Libra doesn’t stand from where he’s seated as he grips the blade behind him, prepared to draw it should he feel threatened. Usually, he didn’t even need to use it when other kids approached him: they would typically run for the hills if they even saw someone with a knife.
(( OOC )) What’s that? Isa has no self-control? Well, what else is new?
Well, if any of you are still putting up with my horrible life choices, here’s a nervous bun-bun for all of you. If y’all are interested in the nervous bun-bun, give some of those buttons down below a little shove (but be gentle: they’re very anxious).
✟ Arvis ✟ Starter Call ✟
❝ Beg pardon, ❞ Libra called, waving in hopes of better catching the redhead’s attention, ❝ Duke Arvis, was it? I believe that you sustained an injury or two during the last battle. ❞
Libra had been requested to join the fray alongside the man before him and a few others. He was still unused to the idea that a staff could injure as well as heal – this world was such a strange one – but he had proven that he was quite skilled in using the aforementioned tool both ways. As such, the Askran army’s summoner and commander saw fit to place him on the battlefield often enough. This was fine with Libra: he had fought a war before and he was more than capable of doing so again.
❝ I apologize: I was unable to tend to you during the fight. If you have any wounds that need to be patched up, I’d be happy to help. ❞
"Libra? Can I ask you something? Um... when things are so awful and you feel like Naga has kinda turned her back on you--since like, ever. How can you still believe she's there? Don't you ever think she's fake? I-I'm obviously just wondering. Not for any reason."
This was far from the first time that Libra had been approached with a question such as this. To see hopelessness and a lack of faith was unsurprising to him, but that didn’t mean that he enjoyed it. War wore down one’s body and spirit…and, in response, people sought answers for their struggle. It was Libra’s duty to provide said answers.
He would do just that.
❝ Unfortunately, Inigo, there are many times when evil overpowers good intentions and the blessings that Naga bestows upon us. As you know, She is but one God. There are others who do not agree with Her and Her kindness. She tries to help us in any way that She can…but Her gifts can and ARE intercepted by God and human alike. ❞ In his studies, he had learned long ago that, just like Naga brought people happiness and bounty, Gods such as Grima were harbingers of death and despair. They were in conflict at all times in a battle for their ideals and goals.
❝ … I can understand why you feel as though you’ve been abandoned by the Gods, but Naga hasn’t given up on you. ❞ Despite the fact that Inigo had said that he wasn’t asking Libra for his thoughts for any specific reason, he knew better. Nearly anyone who asked for a priest’s insight wanted advice, especially if it involved the Gods. Besides, he had lied absolutely horrendously. ❝ If you need proof, count your blessings instead of your losses. You and so many others have made it to this world to prevent what you’ve experienced from happening. You’ve been graced with the chance to see your mother and father a second time. ❞
He was well aware that his words were easier said than done. In times like these, one’s faith could be very easily shaken. Even Libra had his moments of weakness where he doubted the Gods, though he would never admit to such a thing. If he couldn’t remain stoic and pious in times of war, then no one could, and where would they be, then? Faith helped some carry through the hardest of times.
❝ Whether or not that’s enough for you is something that I cannot say. Only YOU can decide whether or not you ought to and WISH to continue believing. ❞
(( OOC )) Preparing for college is making me frustrated and upset so I’m going to get back to doing stuff on Libra to make me happy.
✟ Ricken ✟ Starter Call ✟
If Libra was being honest, Ricken’s presence in the Shepards had always unsettled him. Make no mistake: it wasn’t because he had a problem with the other. If he stayed at their base of operations, helping from a distance, then he would have less qualms with the arrangement. It was his age that concerned Libra.
War was no place for children. Unfortunately, they were dragged into it far too often. Libra could remember the masses of homeless and starving children during the last war between Ylisse and Plegia. Some of them were picked up and off of the streets and given a weapon with the promise of food and shelter for their cooperation and service. Despite those offers, only a small handful of them ever came back from war to receive what they were promised. Those that did survive were often denied the provisions that they had joined the army for.
Granted, Libra had no idea just how old Ricken really was. He could simply look young. The priest was well aware that one’s looks could be deceiving. Even so, he worried. He was nearly certain that he had parents or family that worried about him. Why would he choose to subject himself to the horrors of life-or-death combat? Perhaps—
❝ Beg pardon, Ricken, ❞ he finally spoke, glancing up from his meal to look at the young man sitting across from him, ❝ but if I may ask…what was it that prompted you to join the Shepards? ❞
✟ Sakura ✟ Starter Call ✟
❝ Good evening, Mother. ❞ Rireba smiled, as happy to see her as he always was. It was still strange to him; knowing that Sakura was so close by at all times. Perhaps he was too used to the isolation of his Deeprealm and lack of parents. This didn’t mean that her company was unwelcome, though. Quite the contrary: he enjoyed being able to see his mother on the daily after his childhood and adolescence spent away from her.
❝ Did you need me for something? ❞ He had been enjoying his downtime, a sketchpad and pencil hugged close to his chest to keep those who might glance over his shoulder from seeing. Of course, if Sakura asked Rireba what he was sketching, he would be delighted to show her. He just didn’t like strangers ogling his work, was all. Regardless, while he was happy to have time for leisure on his hands, if the army needed his assistance, that would obviously come first.
The bible but replace every time it says 'father' with 'daddy' ex: Our Daddy in heaven, may your name be honored.
✟ Risen ✟ Meme ✟
❝ This is why Naga doesn’t talk to us anymore. ❞
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papa bless … someone to finally father you all. anywho, you know the drill : feel free to LIKE / REBLOG if you’re interested in interacting with freddybear aka frederick aka the one dude that saved ur lvl 1 ass in the beginning of fire emblem: awakening 💕 ahh seriously i’m chill so don’t worry ; i don’t bite ! :’) i’ll check out blogs !
nightmare: daddy libra
✟ Risen ✟ Meme ✟
R E P E N T , S I N N E R .
sagelyexalt replied to your post:
liBRA NO
(( OOC )) AT LEAST HE DIDN’T LIE??