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@profitsabode
Closed Anna from Fire Emblem Heroes! Unaffiliated Military Instructor affiliated with The Officer's Academy. Penned by Neku!
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April Activity Check
Level Up!ย (Passed)
Status:ย Cleared! Points Obtained:
+1 Any (Monthly Activity)
Total Points:ย 6 โ> 7 Point Allocation:
Axe C+ -> C+(1/2)
New Classes Accessed:ย None Classes Mastered:ย None Inventory Changes:ย None Threads Completed:ย 0 Threads Ongoing:ย 6
๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ข ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐: a little assortment of prompts revolving around painful, bottled up affection and endless yearning, as well as the possible result of finally taking action. remember to tag your dark themes. add +reverse to swap the roles.
[ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ ] : receiver notices sender looking at them longingly. [ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ฆ ] : receiver hears sender calling their name while asleep. [ ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ก ] : sender drapes a coat / cape / etc. around receiver's shoulders. [ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ง๐ญ ] : receiver is hugging a coat / cape / etc. that belongs to the sender. [ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฆ ] : sender is helping the receiver through a panic attack / severe anxiety. [ ๐ก๐๐ง๐ ] : sender takes a hold of receiver's both hands. [ ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ญ ] : sender and receiver are spooning for comfort and warmth. [ ๐๐ฅ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ] : sender and receiver are finally about to kiss, but are interrupted. [ ๐ญ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ ] : sender and receiver are finally sharing a passionate kiss. [ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ] : sender has just found the receiver who's been missing for weeks. [ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ฌ ] : after being misinformed that the sender has died, receiver is grieving. [ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ] : sender is expressing anger over receiver's constant recklessness. [ ๐ฃ๐๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ ] : sender is voicing their negative opinion about a person who appears to be close with the receiver. [ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ ] : sender has just told receiver "you belong to me". [ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ฒ ] : sender has just asked receiver "why don't you love me". [ ๐ฏ๐ข๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐ญ ] : sender has harmed someone who threatened the receiver. [ ๐ ๐ซ๐ข๐ฆ ] : sender has killed someone who threatened the receiver. [ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ซ๐ญ ] : sender has gotten injured protecting the receiver. [ ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ ] : sender is getting frustrated with their repressed affection and asks receiver to leave them alone. [ ๐๐ซ๐ฎ๐๐ฅ ] : unable to handle their fondness towards receiver, the sender lashes out and they end up in a heated argument. [ ๐๐ฉ๐จ๐ฅ๐จ๐ ๐ฒ ] : sender is apologising for appearing cold. [ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ฉ ] : sender is telling receiver they "deserve better than whatever this is".
Send me hc + a word of your choosing and Iโll write a headcanon relating to that word!
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Hey it's your Uber professor here.. Am outside
bl-mission task: recovery (heavy armor +1)
leave it to the old man to twist one more thing out of him in the name of noblesse oblige before he could get out from the under the suffocating shadow of fraldarius policies. he knows it's needed; he knows its their family's responsibility; he knows it'll probably be his someday unless something drastic happens first.
but that doesn't change that he's tired of it. the last year has been nothing but more of this โ hearing about that senile fool's trips to the capital, deliberating pointlessly on mandates and projects that would make an immediate difference, and when he was around, he spent more time worrying about how prince dimitri was doing at the academy than running his territory.
now when disaster threatens to knock at their borders, he decides to send someone else to take care of it.
. . . baleful eyes fix on the crumbling ruin of conand tower; crossed arms and a jagged expression deter most of the other men from coming within speaking distance. that was fine with him. he'd heard the reports, but that didn't change the importance of seeing the extent of the damage with his own eyes; even if he might not be an architect or a historian, but the more they knew, the better chance there was someone out there with some hope of restoring it back to decency.
just as he's considering looking around for someone to inform that he's going in, a call ripples out across the hillside from further down. multiple heads turn to locate its source, including his โ eventually landing on a shock of red trying to make its way up. "that might be the church contact who's supposed to arrive today," the site manager offers, stepping up behind him with a look. one it isn't hard to guess the meaning of.
a sharp huff. "all right, i'll go."
since the mess with the slashes in the sky had mysteriously cleared up, the central church had been eager to be helpful around faerghus, sending supplies and teams out for rehabilitation. not that it wasn't appreciated โ and expected, given their relationship โ but if the leadership here couldn't even do their jobs properly, any amount of help would just go to waste.
whatever, not his problem. sharp eyes snap up and down the redhaired professor, taking in appearance, mannerism, and apparent ability. that sack she was lugging didn't look light, so she clearly had some strength, but was she it? "you're from the monastery, right? thought they'd be sending more than one person and a bag." without asking, he reaches for the latter with his good hand to relieve her. "i'll take it from here."
She can barely make out some extra persons looking up after her shout stretches across the valley. Logical for there to be a whole squad overlooking this reconstruction, but the extra help is appreciated nonetheless! However, only one wayward shadow seems to be getting closer after a minute passes. Anna hopes that for her sake, this one person would be strong enough to lug a bag full of bricks. For now, another couple of pulls shouldnโt hurt herโฆtoo much.
As luck would have it, the assistance in questions turns out to be none other than Felix himself! This is just great, genuinely! They can get to some small talk before being forced to focus on the task at hand. Not that the work should be void of any interaction, but something tells her that slinging some stone around isn't in the top-rank of conversation starters.
"Yep! It's just...me, but I'm more than enough! Professor Anna is at your ser-" the redhead goes for a simple introduction she wouldn't stumble over while carrying the load only to be met by Felix reaching out for the sack. She naturally lets go from fatigue, allowing for him to take on the responsibility. She is shocked (but not that surprised) to see him going at it with only one hand, yet retaining a good posture.
"You have my thanks...Felix Hugo Fraldarius, correct?" she starts with his full name, to test the waters. "Actually, the monastery did not provide me with the bag. Paid for it myself as well! Sounded like you needed all the help you could get."
Should she have confessed the lack of support from her employer? By the sound of his words, they were expecting more help than a simple professor. Oh well, anything that shows her in a brighter light is always a benefit. Besides, she didn't tell him everything. Each brick was about...25 g or so? She stopped thinking about it after trying to count how much was in the bag. Ignorance is bliss.
seeing red
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย โคทย ย mission task:ย ย ย showcase ย ( edgaria )
ย ย ย It had all started from a bit of a hunch and nothing more. Two people in the same place as they are now, a location rife with merchants and thus the exchange of interesting goods and the coin to match it... and one of them with that flaming scarlet hair pulled up into a ponytail, even just happening to naturally do thatย pose!
He's met two of them before, he's pretty sure, so he feels perhaps a bit too confident going up to this one, placing a hand on her shoulder to ask:
โ You can correct me if I'm wrong, but is your name... Anna? โ ย
Her hair length was a bit shorter than the other two and it was more voluminous, and each Anna he's met has dressed differently from one another, carrying a different vibe to them, but the simple fact of the matter is that he thinks it's too much of a coincidence to see that hand positioned the way he had for these three people to notย somehow be connected...!!!
@profitsabode !
โLetโs see hereโฆfoodstock at that price is fair enough. The rate on that sword matches the tagโฆwoah! Youโre telling me a simple stone could fetch that high?!โ
Anna does little to hide her excitement, critique, and fascination as she goes through the streets of House Gloucesterโs capital. And why should she remain silent? Sheโs smack-dab in the middle of one of the grandest battlegrounds she could ever imagine to take part in: a hustling and bustling marketplace! Of course, the great hustle only means that her comments are drowned out by the exchanges of actual shoppers, along with the haggling of desperate buyers and the roaring advertisements from less-fortunate stalls.
Not that this concerns the professor whatsoever. Sheโs here purely for research, and the more she can spare her wallet the better. At times it is difficult to remember she is no longer commanding an army, having to financially handle every single purchase and consider its repercussions in future expenditures.
Likewise, the freedom of pressure exposes her to a whole new issue: peer pressure. Why, the crowd seems pretty absorbed in whatever that artist is selling. Surely there wouldnโt be any harm to check-
โHmm?โ
Before she makes a potentially fatal error (fatal for her funds, at least), she feels a somewhat light touch on her shoulder, proccing her to turn right bound and discover the source of the limb. Anna, of course, easily recognizes the boy despite his unfamiliar golden-laced student outfit. His face says it all; it was the Prince of Leonster himself, Lord Leif! And wait, He is already familiar with my name?!
โYou are absolutely correct, kind sir!โ Anna starts with a estatic wink, merely happy to be recognized by another so easily. Obviously, she keeps away from revealing she is aware of the prince in her own way.
โBut then, might I ask for your name in return? And how you are already acquainted with my identity?โ the redhead strikes a usual pose, with her full right hand under her chin. If Leif truly is a student, then surely her renown as a professor at the academy has already skyrocketed her to the top!
okay but why is the merchant coming to me for the merchant-ing
non-mission task: showcase (bow +1)
Anna eyes the tall man's imitation of a stall before immediately knowing what to do.
The merchant (whoย thankfullyย was not the redhead she dreaded facing) who held that so-called legendary bow has been on her mind the entire day. However, catching a huge beast to sweeten the weapon's deal is no simple feat. And the amount of zeroes tacked onto the bow's selling price...ugh, just thinking about it gives her chills!
She's only familiar with Balthus on a surface level, yet that is enough to know that he is a strong ally. Whatever large target she would risk taking on should be safer with a grappler on her side! He is potentially informed regarding the surrounding forests to hunt in. How much knowledge, she doesn't know for certain, but any information is better than her current lack of any.
Now, spending 1000g just to slash half the cost of a future investment may seem sketchy, even if the price drop will be dynamic. But it is Balthus' final pitch that finally sways her heart: a return of 1500g upon the end of their contact. That's a flat 500g profit when ignoring the money she's saving from satisfying the vendor! It's almost too good to be true! ...his wordsย areย true, right?
A small batch of gold coins pour on the table from Anna's pockets. "My Ki- oh sorry, myย Lucrativeย King of Grappling! Professor Anna would like to call upon your aid!" Now that she said it aloud, is it strange for a professor to pay for help from a student? In all fairness, the student here is tall enough to makeย herย look like the trainee.
"A cruel seller is holding a bow withย myย name on it hostage for a hefty price tag. The only way to end their tyranny is to hunt a mighty beast and fell their sale by half! I only require your assistance in obtaining a find that satisfies their greed."
She pushes her fee over the stall while speaking her request, smiling to silently signal her belief in his strength.
@albwreckt
this will be aether raids in 2026
non-mission task: recovery (sword +1)
Gerome blinked in confusion behind his mask. She only meant for him to run? Why not simply explain that? He withdrew his axe.
"Was that your intent?" His tone came low and steady, a sharpness to his syllables.
The undergrowth flattened beneath the heel of his boots as he stepped closer, drawing on his full height to tower above her. His chin raised but he was pointedly looking down at her, the whites of his mask as impassive as the line set in his mouth. His axe remained at his side, not raised but not out of sight.
"You ought think twice about such tactics and who you use them on."
Anna naturally steps back slightly upon the man's presentation of true intimidation. While it doesn't make the woman herself desperate to run toward the hills, she can feel her heart somewhat shaken. It is an emotion only comparable to dire straits in a tough battle or having to deal with some of the less cooperative Heroes of her Order.
But that's just the thing - Gerome here is a student, her only student right now! And she isn't even able to move him an inch in the direction of what she toiled over the whole afternoon! What a waste...
Maybe it's time to brush off the "scary skeleton" charade and make up a different approach.
"No no, you're absolutely right..." there is a small stammer at the start of her speech, a mix of embarrassment and fear. "Which is why I must ask you instead...brave one, will you rise instead and cross your axe against those who oppose you - and threaten this very world?!"
Her tone is done being low and threatening, instead going for a more proud, soaring voice that still offers seriousness but in a more uplifting manner. Anna must always be capable of switching to pitch whatever has to be sold, after all.
rock smash? i'm more of a rock wrecker
non-mission task: recovery (gauntlets +1)
โYes, well, of course.โ Lachesis gives a nod. Sheโs not too sure why the redhead has approached, but the Nordion has some rocks to crush if there ever was a will.ย
Colleagues? โAre you an instructor here then?โ Still, her voice is dazed, far away. Her mind is drifting in the shores of another time, merely waiting for fate to guide her hand to furyโs grasp.ย ย
The rock proves more difficult to work with than she initially thought, but this will not deter an impatient lion.ย Fists reign down with utter indignation. The last few months have dealt her with naught but cruelty. Little does she even notice if the redhead professor is still even nearby.
If a mark will not be made, perhaps she will switch equipment, but this princess will not rest until her body has scorched a mark on the earth itself.ย If only that were enoughโฆ. It is of little consequence what happens to her in the process, only that she is able to see fruition of her anger.
Something real, something tangible, at least.ย
Though by some cruelty, the redhead is still here. Lachesisโ head twitches at the sound of her voice, glancing over. A solitary moment right now wasโฆ.desirableโฆ
Though her smashing skills play impressive. Interesting.
A lip curls up into a disturbing grin. โYour wish is to compete? I cannot promise you any sort of reward or prize, only my wrath unfolded.โย
โThen again,โ Lachesis admits, โI have yet to know your name. Enlighten me and perhaps we can bring this to a test of attrition and will.โย
The faintness in the princess' voice is enough to confirm to Anna that Lachesis' mind lies elsewhere, perhaps in a place beyond the land they stand in. The commander has always found it...ย difficultย to recall the specific backgrounds of every single Hero, to say the least. Not to mention that she must remind her again that Lachesis and those residing at the monastery areย notย Heroes. There's a story that Anna is missing, one which she is uncertain of if it is even truly relevant at this moment.
All she is here for now is to punch rocks. Maybe Lachesis, or everyone else here, has a greater reason for standing here today. But Anna's mission is to crush stone, and by gods she'll crush stone.
When the blonde finally responds to pestering and accepts the challenge, Anna returns her grin with a playful smile. "That's the spirit! Ah, and there is no need for a prize," well, that's sort of a lie. Annaย wouldย love a prize for any reason, but seeing rising morale in her ally (or as Lachesis put it...her "wrath unfolded"?) is more than enough of a reward. Besides, if she wins this whole competition, surely she can settle for that grand prize!
"I am aware this exhibition only desires the largest rock smashed, but starting with the small fry should prove gratifying," Anna lays down a format for their test, walking over to a new target for herself. Contrary to her words, this rock is quite bigger than your typical "small fry," but the redhead is still riding off the high of her previous two smashes.
Ooo, of course the professor is still hesitant to follow Anna. She couldn't really blame her for being suspicious of a stranger just excited to punch some brick.
"You can just call me Instructor Anna! Or Professor Anna, whatever you find more fitting. Just Anna works too. A simple teacher honed in the martial arts. Like so!"
Anna Rock Smash Check: 6...
Her ego might have finally caught up to her, as she punches down once more only to add a slight dent to her bulkier opponent. Trying to show off in front of the other later also cancelled some of her prior focus. She's going to have to try a little harder if she wants her instructor pitch to land properly...
chasing ghost(s)
She'd been listening in on the class that had just finished. Waiting for her chance to slip away, back to Abyss. It was a little strange being somewhere that didn't treat her like a monster. It was the voice calling out to her that told her that she had overstayed her welcome. Her instinct was turn and flee immediately, but when she turned, the person addressed her with a name that should not have been known.
Veronica?
Thrasir froze momentarily. She had recognised the voice but paid it no mind, because she had heard many with the same voice and appearance since she'd become who she was. Only one could possibly have known... Thrasir straightened and looked towards the red haired woman.
"Commander Anna." Her voice was clipped. Red eyes stared emotionlessly at her former enemy. She had not expected to see any of the Askrans since they had defeated her in Hel. Thrasir cocked her head to the side, placing a hand on her hip so that her cloak revealed translucent red skin beneath.
She did not address the request to move away from the classrooms. Technically, she was a student. Technically. Nothing on paper. No enrolment forms anywhere.
She only speaks two words - her outdated title - but everything else about her says all that Anna had feared. Colder, red eyes that threaten to drain Annaโs own, a mask hiding facial emotion from the upper-half,ย and a skin that is not of the mortal plane. This is indeed Veronica, as Anna had managed to stumble out. But this is not her Veronica, the Embla princess that she has formerly fought against for years only to eventually temporarily alliance against common enemies.
No, this Veronica is dead. Dead yet alive thanks to the blessing (or more like curse) of the Land of Hel.
Theyโve only battled each other in one war effort, in which Askr was victorious. Though Anna supposes she canโt be surprised that a being who plays by different rules from mortals is standing in front of her now, even if Alfonse felled Helโs ruler. No, the proper question now is why here?
โJust Anna is fine, Gene- Lady Thrasir,โ the professor abruptly pauses to correct herself, almost falling for the same militaristic title. They are not enemies within this monastery. It would be difficult to continue the facade without any soldiers for either to command. (Or at least, she hopes Thrasir lacks any dead units to fight with in a place like this.)
โHow did youโฆend up here? And for how long?โ Annaโs tone while questioning does not escape the initial hints of tenseness, yet she tries to sound more sincere. Come to think of it, they never truly checked back on the dead land after the conflict was resolved. Then again, what new could flourish from what has already been lost?
Why are you sad stop being sad please-
With an uneasy peace settling back over Fรณdlan, many soldiers that had been conscripted by paranoid nobles are now being sent home. However, some had seen this as their big chance to become knights and to make something more of themselves. They're unwilling to let go of their training, and reports of these ex-soldiers convening together late at night reaches you and your party. Upon investigation, the ex-soldiers ask you to join them in these sessions, hoping either to learn from you, to practice with you, or to simply get a good word in with the Knights of Seiros. They ask for a future, having been robbed of one already, but do you really have any place to give them one?
It was supposed to have been a simple mission. There had been rumors of knights of unknown affiliations gathering just outside of town at night. Naturally some of the people felt uncomfortable by such a thing, since nobody could tell if they were friend or foe. Byleth had been assigned to investigate these rumors, together with someone else, a woman greatly resembling a merchant he knewโฆ
But when they saw the group of mystery soldiers, they didnโt find dangerous assailants planning to raid a town. No, what they found was a group that were only barely above rank amateurs, swinging their weapons around aimlessly in an attempt to keep training without proper instruction. They clearly werenโt a threat, so Byleth was content leaving the mission at that. He was about to turn around to go home, when-
โExcuse me. Are you two.. affiliated with Garreg Mach, by any chance?โ
One of the soldiers had spotted them, and ran up to two. A somewhat meek thing, he avoided meeting either of their eyes. โS-Sorry, we really donโt mean to cause trouble itโs justโฆ we were fired by our employers and we have nowhere to go! So weโre trying to train to become real knights of Seirosโฆโ He explained.
While he seemed anxious, based on his body language he wasnโt lying, Byleth noted. Still, he wasnโt the only one on this mission. Turning to the woman next to him, he spoke up, for the first time since they left. โSo. What do you make of this?โ He asked, his head tilting slightly.
@profitsabode
Her boots collide with stone as she follows behind the former mercenary's steps, trusting him to lead the way around the town. Byleth should certainly know the place better than Anna, not to mention the lack of daylight makes a patrol route more difficult to clearly draw out. He doesn't seem to mind taking the lead anyway.
It would be nice to break some conversation with such an interesting Hero-turned-colleague like Byleth, but the lateness of the day doesn't make for such a talkative time. It is better to remain silent in the first place, to get the jump on any suspicious soldiers that made their way into town. Anna is only still learning of the current state of Fรณdlan, though she still couldn't see truly threatening forces getting caught conspiring in the middle of public, even at night. Just in case, she has light armor under her normal clothes and an iron axe on her side. (No need to show off Nรณatรบn without a proper threat evaluation.)
Her theory is proven partially correct at the sight of a small group flailing around what had to be practice or iron weapons at most. It might still do good to check on them, Anna thinks, ideally aiming to prevent further unneeded reports, though Byleth is already turning back the way they came. That is, until one of the men has the bravery to speak to them.
The woman's gaze remains on the soldier, even if he is too afraid to match. Well, the "firing" part definitely explains the amatuer form. Even so, his resolve in his words is clear, and as much as gunning for a full-fledged Knight of Seiros is a lofty dream...there is nothing wrong in giving it a try.
Every fighter has to start from somewhere, a point Anna knows all too well.
That is why when Byleth finally talks to her once more, Anna is quick to turn to him and provide an answer. "There should be no harm in granting them a few pointers! You must be familiar with some basic drills, right Byleth?"
Anna shifts her attention back to the soldier without waiting for a response from the fellow professor. "The two of us will be glad to provide a lesson for you. However, we will do so on one condition: take your training outside of the city walls. Reports of your actions have led to unease, and it would be for the best to quell any paranoia on your end. Deal?"
๐ ๐๐ ๐จ๐ก๐๐ง ๐ฆ๐จ-๐ต๐ต๐ฌ๐ฎ. ๐ ๐๐ ๐ง๐๐ ๐ฃ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐๐ก๐๐ง๐ข๐ฅ ๐ข๐ ๐ง๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ก๐ ๐จ๐ฃ๐ฅ๐๐ฆ๐๐ก๐. ๐ ๐๐๐ฉ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ฌ ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ง๐ข๐ฅ. ๐ ๐๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ช ๐๐ฅ๐๐. ๐๐๐ฌ ๐๐ข๐ช๐ก ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ฅ ๐๐ฅ๐ ๐ฆ ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐จ๐๐๐จ๐๐๐ง๐๐, ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ ๐ช๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ง๐๐.
Crap, I didn't want to resort to this...
"ChatGPT, give me the best way to take down a rogue AI, pronto!"
...
"'This content may violate our usage policies'?! Oh, come on!"
"You!" Linus barked, jabbing a finger at the woman as he stomped up to her. "How the fuck did you beat me?!" It's presented as a disbelieving, angry sort of question, but he was...more or less, actually asking. He remembered most of the fight, but the point where he got knocked out was a bit of a messy jumble for him.
Sure, he was pissed about getting knocked out right after he finally landed a hit, but he didn't think his foes incapable.
"I was just gettin' my shit goin', and then you--!! What did you even do?!"
Ah, she was wondering when the oversized pup would show up.
As much as she would have loved to support her side of the battle as the fight begins to meet its end, Anna's elimination in the previous combat prevents her from directly stepping back in. She could spectate the remaining participants, although the thought of only watching a fight she holds stakes in doesn't sit well with the commander. So instead she decides to remain at the medical tents, perhaps seeking out previous combatants or meeting some new faces.
As of right now...well, he at least fits the former request.
Anna naturally is pushed back by Linus' poke, but his vulgar prose and pissed tone prove he is more bark than bite for now. Besides, she couldn't imagine even him picking a fight in the middle of neutral territory. The redhead takes back her ground and flashes a light smile.
"It's simple, Mad Dog. I kept a clear head at a time when you could not," while her words are true, memories of flubbing two openings in her last battle linger on her mind to remind her of the contrary. But he didn't need to know about that! "You should know best to respect a worthy foe on the field, no?"
It's hard to be threatening, let alone intimidating, towards a man that holds a fair amount of height over her, but Anna leans in slightly with a wink. "But you can always swing by for a lesson of mine if you need a refresher, Linus. Deal?"
March Activity Check
Level Up! (Passed)
Status:ย Cleared! Points Obtained:
+1 Any (Monthly Activity) +1 Any (BoEL2024 Participation)
Total Points:ย 4 โ> 6 Point Allocation:
Axe C -> C+
New Classes Accessed:ย None Classes Mastered:ย None Inventory Changes: None Threads Completed: 0 Threads Ongoing: 6
Camilla furrowed her browโฆ There was something familiar about this oneโฆ โPardon me, but you look familiarโฆ Do you have a sister or something?โ ๐ง
Anna is still shaking off the pushback of the previous rounds' wind blasts when she is approached by a purple woman outside of the medical tents. Right, she recalls seeing Camilla running around the tents earlier after the first combat, treating those who were injured. How kind of her to pass a vulnerary in her time of need!
Wait no, under closer inspection upon being in front of her, the royale is not handing her a vulnerary. Instead it appears to be a...box of juice? Well, it is always important to stay hydrated, and her wounds are not that fatal to require the curative.
As she reaches over to receive the drink, the commander is met with the usual Anna-ly mixup of the day. Not that she can blame the confusion in the other's voice, it's almost natural. Anna is surprised that she hasn't caught her alternative self out here trying to make a quick buck...
"Ah, thanks!" Anna takes the box and swiftly inserts the straw for a sip to catch her breath. The label on front does not lie, there is indeed juice within the juice box. The redhead senses many fruits, along with a hint of...cranberry? Certainly a comforting taste after her knockout.
"Oh, right. I'm Anna and...well, sister is one way to put it. Just remember me as the tough and noble one, that should clear up any uncertainty!" Anna winks, certain that Camilla is familiar with at least one of her money-hungry lookalikes.
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rivalries are put aside, and camaraderie takes their place. and for the golden deer, pulling neck and neck with the eagles and lions despite having the fewest contestants in the ring is all the reason to celebrate! or so rosado and hortensia thought. at the post-tournament grand banquet, the elusian pair have set up a golden deer corner, complete with yellow and cervid decor and drapery, and both hosts arrayed in house colors and face paint. "three cheers for knoll! three cheers for hilda! three cheers for eliwood!" "fear the deer!" a celebration lifting up the class heroes who'd carried them from underdog into the spotlight, and for all the deer who cleared the way valiantly to let them get there: โhip-hip hooray!
FOOD & DRINK:
โย ย CUPCAKE DECORATINGย ย โฑย ย from yellow-sugar icing to pretzel antlers to cookie toppings shaped like deer, there's no shortage of supplies to make your cupcakes look any which way you want.
โย ย CARAMEL MERINGUESย ย โฑย ย a triple layer of chocolate and caramel in glass containers, tied off with a bit of string attached to a spoon. perfect to grab and take with you, or feed to a loved one.
โย ย DOE POPSย ย โฑย ย cake pops shaped like deer heads! and something sticking out of each one. a paper fortune? what does yours say?
โย ย GOLDEN SPICE CIDERย ย โฑย ย a warm and buzzy autumnal drink, perfect for the season and sure to banish any chills. both alcoholic and non-alcoholic varieties available.
โย ย CROUCHING CHOCOLATE, HIDDEN STAGย ย โฑย ย a culinary minigame? a table is arranged with a terrarium-like miniature woodland display, complete with moss, trees, golden deer flags, and a herd of deer themselves. one item in this display is made of chocolate. how many things are you willing to bite to find which one it is?
ARTS & CRAFTS:
โย ย THIRTY-POINT CROWNย ย โฑย ย craft your own glorious headpiece with paint, twigs, and twine to show off your deer pride! who can boast the most impressive rack? ( of antlers, duh. what were you thinking? )
โย ย WOOD CARVINGย ย โฑย ย for the dexterous and crafts-minded, a setup with display and instructions to carve your own wooden deer to take home. organizers are not responsible for injuries.
โย ย DEERLY BELOVEDย ย โฑย ย a stack of deer-shaped paper and pens greet you. "write a compliment and stick it onto its recipient!" the instructions say. if you're fast, maybe they won't even know it's you.
โย ย READY-TO-PAINT CERAMICSย ย โฑย ย a station of unfired bowls and plates and small vases invites you to decorate them however you want! several stencils are provided for the uninitiated, or you can go where your hart takes you.
โย ย DECORATE A FRIENDย ย โฑย ย from washable paint to stick-on sequins, glitter bombs and pinnable deer tails. find a willing victim to array in deer spirit โ or make one.
GAMES:
โย ย FรDLAN CHESSย ย โฑย ย a traditional strategy board game using a triangle-shaped board that can be played by two to three people. the objective is to be the first to move all your pieces to one of the other corners by jumping over your opponents' pieces. are you up for the competition?
โย ย LIMBOย ย โฑย ย everyone knows that being a deer isn't just about strength or smarts, but flexibility. challenge mode: wear an antler crown while playing, and don't let it fall off your head!
โย ย ANTLER TOSSย ย โฑย ย you have five tries to land as many rings on the tines as you can for a prize. if a friend is willing, they can wear the antlers on their head for you to aim at instead!
โย ย DEER PONGย ย โฑย ย the classic party game, with alcoholic and non-alcoholic versions. some say that the non-alcoholic one misses the point of the challenge, but at least it lets everyone play, right?
โย ย HEADLOCKย ย โฑย ย in a classic show of strength, stamina, and bravado, it's time to wrestle like the stags do! put on a headdress of real oaken antlers ( not light, that ) and lock heads with your opponent to throw them to the ground! no use of other body parts or implements allowed.
GUIDELINES:
reblog this ask meme to indicate that your muse is participating! anyone who's reblogged the meme is automatically accepting asks, so no need to double-check. ใ
please be mindful of not only waiting for interactions to come to you, but try to be proactive about sending to others too. it's not quite polite to always expect others to do the work! ใ
muses from any house are welcome! it's a celebration meant for everyone. ใ
this is still narratively part of BOEL, but to keep things separate from the BOEL tags, you may use the tag #GDPride2024 for related posts if you wish!
this will be aether raids in 2026
non-mission task: recovery (sword +1)
"What lunacy do you spout?" Was this the trial? Withstanding her babble? She was starting to remind him of a certain someone with a flair for the dramatic.
Run? He would do no such thing. What was she playing at? Gerome drew his axe and fell into a defensive stance, "3..." all the while Anna raised her weapon over her shoulder as if she might bring it down upon him like a lightning bolt. "2..." Gerome's grip tightened on the handle. "1..."
The two remained locked in frozen combat for several beats, both waiting for the other to make a move and neither doing so.
"If you mean for us to spar, you're leaving yourself wide open." Surely she knew that, but then why wasn't she attacking?
On her countdown, the student reveals an axe of his own. Good, so he took from the announcement to be prepared for anything! Although...the addition of a weapon is meant to help fend her, the pursuer, off while they made an escape. From the way Gerome is holding his weapon, however, it appears that he implies to stand his ground...
Even when her counting slows down to emphasize the slow pace that she elevates Nรณatรบn, his grip only tightens. Does he really have to act so stubborn? Now, of all times?!
"Z-zero!" is the one response Anna lets out in response to Gerome's cruel (yet true) critique of her current battle stance. "Oh, come on! You want to run right? Just...go!" Anna punctuates her go with finally releasing her axe downwards with a swing that obviously is not meant to connect with the man. In fact, her personal weapon only ends up stuck within the forest ground, forcing her to tug it out and stagger back.
"You're not scared, are you...? No, of course you're not. Urgh, why didn't I plan for this?" Anna's head is low as she sulks to herself, hiding a small pout from who she is meant to be instructing.
