If You Want Peace Prepare for War

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[pxrabellum]

Fool: My character cheering up or amusing yours or vise versa. (Be specific on who gets which role) [To Yuria; your pick on the roles~!]

“Aless...?”

       When the rest of the Liberation Army had noticed Aless missing there hadn’t been too much initial cause for alarm. No, most had long accepted the blond’s need for solitude once in a while and even though Celice had more than happily welcomed Aless into the army it was clear there were still tensions between the two men.

        Words escaping her for a moment Yuria instead moved to stand just a couple feet from where the Black Knight sat and clasped her hands behind her back. Her memories may have been lost but her empathy had remained. Although she was fierce on the battlefield with her magic she had always felt there was more she could be contributing. Those thoughts had been what had brought her here to his side.

“It’s a lovely evening, isn’t it?” For the time being her gaze remained focused on the sunset as she swayed back onto her heels. “You don’t have to say anything... I just wanted to check up on you. It’s not easy being alone, you know.” Even if Aless said he was okay with it Yuria felt otherwise. She knew what it was like to find yourself in an unfamiliar place with no one who knew you. Even now she still felt like something of an outsider among those who had known each other for years.

“I feel the same way -- that we are outsiders who do not belong. When I awoke alone with naught but my name it was frightening; even when Lord Levin found me and took me in it still felt strange... I could not understand why someone I did not - could not - know would be so kind to me, even though it felt right.” Despite her words she smiled, her tone remaining warm as she finally looked over in his direction. She wasn’t the type to confide her feelings in others, but neither was Aless. Perhaps by doing so, she could help him.

“But I believe we can belong here... that we will belong. I do not know if it is fate that brought everyone in this army together but I do know that this feels right. That when all of us are together we will be able to accomplish something great.

I am not certain the reasons for these feelings, but I would like to believe in them. I believe you should too Aless, and that the answers we are looking for will reveal themselves if we follow this path.”

[pxrabellum]

“It is a pleasure to meet you. I... ahm... I appear to be competent with this tome, so do try to not worry too much about my safety. Please take care of me, everyone.”

[santalune-city-blog-deactivated]

The Wielder of the Fujin Yumi ~ Takumi

[textsfromtheemblem]

[nephenees-lance]

I never understood the complaints that Kris and Robin are generic and flat. They’re player avatars, that’s the point.

[pxrabellum]

//- Kris isn’t flat at all anyway. Painfully loyal, yes, but not generic nor flat. Not to the degree of problems Robin has because Robin can marry everyone and is very self-inserty. Kamui is even more unique, being that they’re a customizable Lord rather than a straight self-insert like Robin. Kris was a sidekick added to help add a person for Marth and co to bounce ideas off of because the original Mystery of the Emblem was rather flat in terms of dialogue and it wouldn’t make sense for people to re-explain some things (like Tiki) to Marth who already knew about them.

Out of all three myUnits (and leaving out FE7′s Mark who served a similar purpose as Kris without being an actual unit), Robin is the only one who could be classified as ‘generic’, and a lot of that comes from the fact that they play into the amnesia trope. 

[deetvar-moved]

I blame Manfroy too. You can be sadistic without undermining the entire plan, you fool!

Manfroy did pretty good for of his career unfortunately I believe his old age really messed up everything. He should have retired. But in essense, Manfroy done messed up.~ Lord Loptyr

[pxrabellum]

“Old man, new ‘young’ body reporting for duty. Also your praise is quite humbling, Lord Loptyr. But let’s not worry too much about that when we have families to ruin.

We will simply have to not underestimate the children this time.”

[divinedragonxpherae]

[pxrabellum]

I know I try to be more relaxed with minors here but what you just did here, this isn’t an okay thing to do to potential RP partners. Since you are the same age as my little sister I’m going to talk to you in the same firmness I do her, because I know she can understand.

If you didn’t read my tags, then what were you replying to here?

my tags:

yours in your reply:

Not only did you ‘eh’ my concerns (not to mention assuming my Manfloy has a shared background with your OC), but you also then went on to try and act like you didn’t know when I backed out of the RP and told you ‘no’.

The correct thing to do in a situation like this is to apologize, not to act as if you did nothing wrong. I know it’s often very difficult to own up to doing something the wrong way, but such experiences are necessary in life. I hope in the future you’ll remember this and take a proper course of action. :) Thanks!

[pxrabellum]

“Perhaps I would take this raving more seriously were I to be familiar with you. Or is this how your kind goes about, accosting travelling mages for no reason? Mmhmhm~… if I am forced to defend myself the consequences are entirely your fault, child.”

[divinedragonxpherae]

“You and your damn Lopto Sect killed my mother and brother, and turned me into a monster! You used me like a puppet!”

[pxrabellum]

//- Sorry, going to stop you there because there really is no way she’d know. She wouldn’t have a point of reference to know he’s Manfloy at this moment. Holsety could probably tell just because of his prolonged experience with him, but that’s about it. 

[divinedragonxpherae]

“You’re dead meat!”

[pxrabellum]

“Perhaps I would take this raving more seriously were I to be familiar with you. Or is this how your kind goes about, accosting travelling mages for no reason? Mmhmhm~... if I am forced to defend myself the consequences are entirely your fault, child.”

[pxrabellum]

//- If anyone is gonna fuck shit up in this fandom it’s going to be me.

This is a fact of life

[nxrgaslight]

NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE

[pxrabellum]

[pxrabellum]

All-encompassing darkness.

      This was hardly a new experience for one who had spent their past decades willingly mired in that which so thoroughly corrupted body and soul. Ever loyal to the idea of a God that could bring retribution for the many injustices committed, to weigh suffering in the world and restore balance -- to that end what lengths would a more reasonable man have gone to?

        Reasonable, though, did not define the sorcerer who had already exhaled his last breath, the weight of a body twisted by so much wretched magic collapsing with the latest retreat of his God from this world. Had all been right, this tale should have ended here with the death of one who had caused much misery. Had Jugdral been a fair place, free from the whims of those who would ruin it, darkness would have left the continent for good.

This world was no fair place.

        Just as suddenly it had all faded away in the end there was a sensation of feeling again. Loose robes draped around a body no longer aching from age nor corrupt from the many evil spells that had once flowed through it. Lungs that held capacity for more than a few breaths and eyes that - while still near-sighted - could make out more than a haze around them. The damp morning dew had already soaked into his robes and a cold clung to his body like nothing he had experienced recently but he was alive. Inexplicably so, but the world worked in strange ways.

         The man groaned as he shifted to a sitting position and glanced about himself. If he was here then that meant that there was a chance his self-imposed life goal had not gone entirely to waste. Perhaps it were possible that Lord Loptous had gone to the struggle of saving his miserable life and granting him a few more decades of which to work.

         A broken chuckle escaped as he slowly made his way to his feet. There was so much work left to be done then, wasn’t there? What was another thirty or fifty years then, if this body would withstand it? He was no dimwit, in fact a self-proclaimed genius. A sorcerer without peer who had manipulated and brought ruin to generations. If any had thought the name Manfloy would vanish from the history books so soon then they were dreadfully wrong.

[90spersephone]

[seisennozetsubou-moved-blog]

She was putting him a position like this, where he couldn’t respond truthfully and could only continue to be vague. That had been how he managed to get by all this time, and few people would continue to ask questions. Generally, it was the Silesian royals and Celice who continued to ask him about himself, though he would always write off his knowledge to the young leader as “what he knew during his travels”.

Honestly, what was he supposed to say? ‘Your father has been dead since before you were born and I’m another being from another land that took over his body to guide the children to defeating a longtime enemy of both races’? How believable did that even sound? Even Sety likely wouldn’t able to believe that and would need time to let it sink in. After all, the boy had merely been an infant when his father was taken from him, and if things were up to Levin right now, he would sit those two down and tell them in enough detail that they wouldn’t panic. Instead, things had gotten progressively more sour since he had other things to accomplish besides raising two.

“Everything and anything are one and the same here. If I were to tell you anything, I would have to tell you everything.” Even with that, wasn’t he saying too much? As stubborn and misunderstanding of him as Fee could be, she wasn’t stupid. He had done a lot to watch his steps and gloss over things, avoiding full truths and only putting out half truths that the kids would never pick up on. But no… Even with that, Celice seemed to still suspect something. Perhaps he had been too much of a talker around the boy, explained too many things in lengthy detail to help the young leader out that he hadn’t thought enough into covering his tracks.

In the end, he couldn’t and wouldn’t say it outright. If he was approached about it, questioned about it, he couldn’t say it. He had resolved to get through this under the guise of being Levin, using the man’s memories that remained in him to act like him and make the act seem more realistic. It had been a mistake, and somehow the memories of that person, the thoughts, the feelings, and all the people who adored the former prince that had not survived long enough to be called king, had started to change his own feelings and how he went about his self-imposed mission. He couldn’t take this back, and he also couldn’t take back what had happened to the mother of the children he was supposed to be a father too.

It was late in the war now. If there was supposed to be a time to say anything, it should have been now, but he couldn’t. No, he could… but how much trouble would it bring? How much sorrow would it bring the people he had explicitly come here to protect? To know the man that always stood before them was not the person they believed him to be, someone who never told full truths and hid the rest, the unspoken lie that he was their father.

“Even if I tell you what kind of person I am, that may not tell you about the kind of person you’re looking to learn about. That is, unless you’re asking about the me that belonged to Sigurd’s army. Beyond that… you may hate me, and you may never forgive me, but there is a point I will no longer tell you about. I can tell you about Fury, but it will have to wait. Perhaps during a quiet evening, when there are no plans to be made or battles. I have no problem telling you the history of your parents, but when I say there are things I cannot speak of, I mean it.”

He paused, trying to find the best thing to say about this. It took a moment, and for a short time, he wasn’t sure he could get his point across without causing the girl to begin yelling again. This was… difficult, and more than he had anticipated. Speaking used to be so easy, so casual, and he had laughed during his time here. As the war got closer to its end, why did all of this become so difficult? “…I’m hot withholding things from the two of you because I hate you, or because I don’t consider you my children; but if you truly understand that there are limits, you won’t press the topic on why I left any further.”

[pxrabellum]

     The teen clutched her hands to her chest as Levin spoke, drawing a couple of deep breaths in order to keep herself calm. This... this was the most they’ve actually been able to talk this whole time, wasn’t it? How embarrassing, but they were both stubborn people and she knew her mother had the same tenacity. That was why she’d waited as long as she had, wasn’t it?

      Fee nodded. Like the others had said it was likely there was something deeply traumatic in her father’s past and that was why he refused to talk about it. Although she’d known how awful the Battle of Barhara had been it had truly affected everyone differently. One of the wyvern knights that had joined up recently had spoken of meeting Levin prior to that event and even though their encounter had been brief, the man he and the other adults described was different.

“I’m.... I’m sorry. I know you’ve tried to say it, that you can’t talk about it.” She still couldn’t forgive him and she had a feeling she would never be able to sort out her anger -- or at least not anytime soon -- but she could at least try, a little, to know the person he is now.

“The reason you left was all of this though, wasn’t it? I was talking to the others and it just kind of adds up, all the timing. I can’t forgive you for leaving like that, especially not for leaving mother. I really, truly can’t. You’re a holy blooded warrior, if you felt this was coming then of course you had to leave.”

“I won’t pry anymore.” She had to be strong and compassionate, right? That’s the type of person she was supposed to be, not a crying kid. She could run back to her tent later and cry but right now...  He’d always so staunchly rejected talks about his past that it seemed they must be right, that whatever it was had been painful. The way he spoke sounded like he had no intentions to return as King even after the war and perhaps the war had truly left its mark. She recalled how Prince Leaf spoke of Sir Fin, how he was deeply affected by his own losses and yet carried on. If her father was struggling the same way then it was wrong to continue like this.

     She truly was immature, wasn’t she? 

“...I’d like to talk about mother a bit sometime, if there’s time.”

[hierophantofplegia-blog]

“He might’ve learn to avoid you because of that training routine of yours…”

[pxrabellum]

“Lord Serge, Ser Xane and yourself are all several sessions behind. Need I remind you why I host such training sessions in the first place?”

[hierophantofplegia-blog]

“A taste of his own medicine, huh? I’m all for doing a good deed, but where would the lizard be hiding?”

[pxrabellum]

“...Hmm. That’s a good question. I tend to have no luck when it comes to searching for him. He is as crafty now as he was all those years ago.”

[hierophantofplegia-blog]

“You say ‘maybe’ but I think we both know what’s gonna happen to the little chameleon.”

[pxrabellum]

“As long as it’s not me. Ser Xane could use the experience of being a practical joke’s target once in a while.” Or it could start a never-ending prank war.