tactician.

I want to keep my friends safe. So when my sword won't reach, I'll protect them with my tactics. / affiliated: citta-alveare.

[c2s2]

better luck next time chrom

[rufure]

wish upon a slip ;

[plegify]

     He thinks about Robin’s words, and they do ring true. There was more to wishing than what everyone else was wishing for, and as a bonus, all of these slips were anonymous. (If one so desired, one could analyze the handwriting of each, but who has the time for that?)

     "You’re right!" Beaming with resolve, he leans next to the outdoor shelf provided as a hard surface for people to write upon, humming audibly in thought, mostly for how exactly to string the words together to convey what he has on his mind. But he soon writes out something about protecting animals and how he wishes that their safety would be ensured.

[rufure]

     That's a lot like him, Robin thinks. Henry is somewhat of an enigma to him, and it's a game, figuring out if what he's saying is truly what he means. Though the two are similar in many ways — both hailing from Plegia — Robin has no record of what his life was like prior to ending up in Ylisse, and maybe it's for the better that it ended up that way. From what he's seen while serving on Chrom's army, Robin doesn't want to recall that aspect, at least not deeply.

     "That's a fine wish. See, it wasn't so hard!" He smiles reassuringly, before lifting the piece of paper and pointing to the bamboo tree, which is already decorated in multi-colored leafs of written-on slips. "Now, you just go and hang it on a branch, any one that you want."

[rufure]

wish upon a slip ;

[plegify]

     Henry is not one for sentimental activity. Pushing those sorts of thoughts for light-hearted, supposedly off comments, the mage finds that the world is a better place when there are people celebrating, whether the purpose be just or evil; it’s all the same to him. Maybe it’s a bit wrong, for him to think that he could partake in these events as well. His fingers linger on a slip of paper, a sleek dark pen, clicked once to reveal its tip, but the paper is left as blank as his set of ideas.

     "Perhaps." But it’s difficult to tell whether his words have meaning, a delicately constructed facade of expression. "There’s the boring stuff, the whole thing about wanting world peace, or less pollution, but things like that just don’t matter to me!." He gestures with his hands, before turning again to the slip in thought. “What do you think there’s worth wishing for?”

[rufure]

     As a tactician, it's his job to plan out strategy for the next, upcoming battle, but as a friend to all those in the army, it's his job to help out any of those in need! Plus, he had nothing better to do. And he'd encountered the same problem, more or less, but with a different perspective — surely, there were already a countless number of wishes that sought happiness for all, small things like that.

     "Well!" He clasps his hands together, an overly cheery attempt to spark mutual thought. "If grand-scheme wishing doesn't appeal to you, maybe you could try wishing for something that matters to you, and just you. In wishes like these, it's alright to be selfish, because they're your wishes, you know? I like to think of it like that."

[iuravitx-deactivated20150617]

He would be a fool if Chrom said he was completely grown up. Sure, he had children, and was a happily married man, but the part about having children was that no matter how serious he had to be with them, he never had to lose that part of him that could enjoy being a child. He was a curious man, one that never wanted to stop learning. Even at the expense of going into culture shock, he never wanted to stop gathering knowledge. Which, for him, was why he felt he could bond with Robin. A tactician, he was always full of knowledge; gods, Chrom himself was still learning about his close friend.

And that, was what made Chrom… well, Chrom.

"Another District? Unfortunately, I’m afraid not. I’m in what they called District Epsilon," he answers, absentmindedly playing with the wooden sword that was within his grip. He hated being placed in a powerless position. How in the hell was he supposed to protect his people— even the people in Hive City— with a sparring toy?

"Are there more of us from Ylisse here?"  

[rufure]

     "I see." While he isn't disappointed, it astounds Robin, how Chrom, too, has been placed in a district. "If I'm not wrong, I believe those districts are right next to each other? I hear that if we obtain 'citizen' status, we'll receive better living conditions — an apartment, of some sort." The tactician offers a positive factor of their placement, an outcome to look forward to.

     "Additionally, we also get a 'phone', when that time comes." Even saying the name of the device is confusing, and as much as he can study about it, advanced technology wasn't a component of Ylisse at all, nor Plegia, and he's sure he'll have fun figuring out a phone in a month. "It's supposed to quicken the speed of communication by sending messages electronically, as opposed to sending messages by foot, or horseback."

[rufure]

     "Phew. Looks like all that training paid off."

[eyebrand-archive]

leaves chrom behind

[rufure]

{ but we have to bring him for my final smash though }

[lovelessavenue-blog]

Robin joins the Roster!

[infinite-scratch]

[iuravitx-deactivated20150617]

"I certainly hope I haven’t changed. As far as I know, I’m still the same man." Now over his initial shock at seeing such a familiar face, he can’t help but smile. Being in such a foreign place was scary, even for him to admit, so to see someone whom he considers a great friend of his here with him, is both comforting and ,yet, a question is brought up about why the two of them were brought to this strange place.

"You’re right. For now, we are stuck here, but it’s better to stay with familiar faces, yes? Tell me, where are you residing?"

[rufure]

     "I don't think I'd know what to do with you if you did change, anyway," he replies, warmly. As kingly as Chrom is, sometimes, to Robin, he still seems like a child, excited by small things, but that's what made Chrom Chrom; and that's why Robin is his tactician, to guide his tactics for the best of the nation and to serve as an adviser, to some extent.

     "Not a great place, to be honest with you — I believe it's called, uh... District Delta?" He rattles the name off with a light shrug. It isn't the most ideal of living conditions, but he's sure that he'll be able to manage. "What about you? Did you manage to get an apartment?"

[rufure]

wish upon a slip ;

     He isn't sure if the city is always like this, alive and bright with the radiance of festival lamps, if festivities occur every week, or something? But Robin isn't about to complain, not when there's an occasion to put smiles on everyone's faces — since, that's what matters to him the most: seeing everyone well and happy.

     Familiar faces have been located here and there, but the tactician sees yet another one, but Robin is surprised to locate someone like him here, next to the bamboo tree of wishes, for he doesn't know what sort of deep wishes that this person would make. Sadly, he doesn't possess the latter's sense of humor, but he walks to a stop next to him anyway, inquiring cheerfully.

     "Are you here to make a wish?"

[tactivism]

festival of the dragons | morgan & {open};

Wishes were a bit silly, in Morgan’s opinion. Even if she was childish, she considered herself a logical person. You just can’t make a wish and then sit around, hoping it would come true. No, you had to make it happen yourself.

But that didn’t mean she wouldn’t participate in the festivities. No, she was going to make her wish. She wasn’t a party pooper at all.

Morgan hummed to herself, wearing a yukata that best fitted her style, as she made her way through the crowd. There were a lot of people here; it was sort of overwhelming. At least everyone was having fun though!

She finally found what she was looking for - the bamboo tree. The branches were already filled with colorful strips of paper and it was starting to look like some weird Christmas tree, to be honest. She looked up at it and studied it, before grabbing a blank strip of paper and a pen.

For a long time, the manakete thought about what to write, what to wish for. There was a lot she wanted - more books, to beat her father at tactics, an older-looking body to match her age. But there had to be something she really wanted.

She looked at her wrist; the red ribbon that her mother owned was tied to it and Morgan smiled before finally jotting her wish down.

I wish for a long and happy life with my family and the people I love.

There, that should do it. Now she had to hang the paper up. Morgan did her best to go on her tiptoes, trying to tie the paper on the branch. Unfortunately, she was a tad too short to even reach it.

     "Th-That older body wish doesn't sound too bad      right now…”

Maybe someone will help her.

[rufure]

     He's heard of a festival going on, but of course, it is the main feature that piques his attention and warrants his time — the bamboo tree, where wishes of all kinds could be written down on slips of paper. Robin doesn't navigate there until he's gotten an eyeful of everything else, however, and by the time he does, many, many wishes have already been left by those who had visited earlier, though he doesn't mind; in fact, it delights him, to see so many people with hopes in the first place.

     From the corner of his eye, he catches a familiar sight — one that has him nearly tumbling over with excitement, but of course, he can't do that, he's her father, after all — but nonetheless, he makes sure his footsteps are silent against the ground, wanting to surprise her with his presence. Once he approaches, though, curiosity gets the better of him and he can't help but to peek over her shoulder, to see what she's written down.

     "I couldn't have made a better wish, Morgan." His voice resonates softly, a grin upon his features, but it's short-lived, as he notes her efforts in tiptoeing. Lips purse in thought, before he offers her his hand, intending to lift her if necessary. "Do you want me to carry you?"

[locktouched]

He takes the cloak into his hands, examining the rip. "Well, it’s nothing too bad at least, here, I got you covered." He pulls out a needle and some thread he keeps on hand before patching up the garment. "Alright, good as new."

He’s content with his handiwork as he hands back the piece of clothing back to the tactician. “Say, since you’re here, why don’t we catch up or something? Let’s grab some drinks — don’t have any money on me but I sure do know a thing or two about sweet talking.”

[rufure]

     Oh? Robin is surprised, by all means, that Gaius serves as a walking clothes-mender, but right before his eyes, the thief's handiwork comes into play, skillfully repairing the rip in Robin's tactician robe. A grateful 'thanks' is offered, as he accepts the garment back, slipping his arms back through the sleeves and tugging the robe closely to him.

     "That's fine with me." He laughs, knowing — even before Gaius states that he has no cash on him — that he'd be taking the brunt of the check, but a few drinks wouldn't be that harmful on his measly wallet, right? "Is there any place you had in mind? I assume you'll be looking for something sweet, such as milkshakes, or smoothies."

[rufure]

✚

Send ✚ for one of my muse’s prized possessions.

His most prized possession would have to be his robe, I believe? There’s nothing quite like it, and he essentially woke up with nothing but the clothes on his back and his tactician abilities! It’s been with him to many places, and it’s probably a bit worn, but it’s sturdy and keeps him warm when he needs it.

[rufure]

✿ϡღ

Send ✿ for a happy memory.

Robin doesn’t have a lot of memories, mostly because he lost most of them! But what is most important to Robin right now are the Shepherds, so his happiest to-date would be the moment that Chrom found him in that one patch of grass; because of that encounter, he was able to meet everyone that he knows in the army.

Send ϡ for a sleep headcanon.

He tends to sleep restlessly, as he’ll occasionally be plagued by nightmares from that Grima life. Because he always has a lot on his mind, it’s hard for him to get a lot of rest, but this is remedied by the fact that he will sometimes overwork himself for the sake of his friends.

Send ღ for a crush my muse has had.

I… honestly don’t think that he’s had one? I feel like if Morgan’s mother ever comes along, more things can be worked out then but for now I’m be keeping that topic rather vaguely, I think!

[inboxstuff]

Send me symbols to learn more about my muse

Send ✚ for one of my muse’s prized possessions. Send ✿ for a happy memory. Send ➷ for a sports headcanon. Send ♆ for something my muse hates. Send ϡ for a sleep headcanon. Send ღ for a crush my muse has had. Send ✄ for a favourite movie of my muse’s. Send ☂ for a weather headcanon. Send ✎ for a school headcanon.

[iuravitx-deactivated20150617]

"Robin, is that you?"

Astonishment is clear as day on his face as blue eyes widened at the sight of his tactician. “I could say the same for you. I trust that you’ve been well? Hive City is a rather peculiar name for this place.” 

[rufure]

     "It is." He examines Chrom's surprised expression, mirroring it with an encouraging, soft chuckle. "You haven't changed much, I think." Truly, Chrom still seemed the same as the day that Robin had left. The tactician lifts a hand, placing it thoughtfully below his chin. "I'm not sure why it's called Hive City, to be honest... I don't see any hives anywhere. But that doesn't change the fact that we seem to be stuck here, for now."

[rufure]

     > raNDOM PERSON THAT LUCINA'S DAD PLUCKED FROM FIELD OOPS