— 宥める

an affiliated blog ( the officers academy ) midoriko / midori of fe14. golden deer student.

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a few small notes on portrayal & characterization:

( new muse, new blog, new insanity; which means i, barely the mun, must make an entire post of bullet points on what you, the reader and my soon-to-be writing partner, should know about my scrunkly’s interpretation here in the officer’s academy. )

ONE.  midori does not need much of an introduction but for those who do not know her; she is kaze’s daughter, saizo’s niece, asugi’s cousin, and one of the youngest members of the army. also a prodigy in the field of medicine, she creates many tonics, creams, and salves for those in need.

TWO. her real name is hiroyoshi midoriko, but goes by midori as a common name. she’s sixteen, following the events of the revelations route and her solo ending as a highly respected and known apothecary and chemist. she requested to leave hoshido to travel to other countries for a deeper purpose; to heal those with sicknesses that reach beyond her current limits. kaze allows her to leave on the condition that she constantly updates him via letters.

THREE.  a personal and indulgent ( and repetitive for some muses ) headcanon i have for her is that midori is dark-skinned. and i’d appreciate it if all descriptions of her on the dash went along w this headcanon! people also don’t necessarily draw my muses but if you do ( and it’s supposed to be a colored drawing of toa!midori ) then ask me for the specific tone needed to color her. for small reference, ophelia’s skin tone is sepia and midori is lighter than her.

FOUR.  there are some moments where the prose written into midori’s posts are close in the horror genre, but for the sake of enjoyable reading and an association of correct muse, the horror will be kept soft. i like to describe medicinal or anatomy related imagery into her writing but please feel free to let me know if i get something wrong because i am not very versed on either topics.

( barely , please remember to make the bullet points on midori’s timeskip progress and her growth. )

BLACKLIST TAG.  please blacklist “cw leo / corrin” if mentions of the relationship disturb / discomfort you. some interactions with corrin, leo, or kana will most likely imply or mention this.

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take me across the world — & faye

IF THE YOUNG APOTHECARY had a silver coin for every time she met a very pretty person near a patch of flowers, she would only have two coins.  which, of course, isn’t a lot, but it happened enough for her experience in fódlan to gain a higher chance of being funnier than she originally thought.  the first pretty person had been the empress of grannvale, an older lady by the name of deirdre.  the second pretty person, though, is currently kneeling near the bed of freshly bloomed alyssum.  faye, she said her name was.  midori's anything but forgetful, so she remembers the girl days after their first meeting; she even wrote faye’s name down, too!

'   meet with faye after your noon classes.  postpone herb gathering until further notice.   ’   had been written in small cursive at the bottom of her lecture notes.  beneath the folded drawing of a deer; and beneath the new journal her winter envoy—   laslow—   had brought her; and beneath her gloves.  a bit hard to find... that’s why she’s late when she finally comes to a stop in front of the greenhouse’s entrance.

“   hey there, faye!   ”   midori greets her with a bright smile, moving around a flower bed to stand by the archer’s side.   “   did i have you waiting too long?   ”   hopefully not; after all, this hangout had been her idea.  despite the concern, her smile never becomes concerned.  faye wouldn’t have stayed if she didn’t still want to meet.   (   lest it be a thought of obligation.  you’d rather it not be.   )

midori kneels beside faye and carefully retrieves a book from her bag.  her apothecary case had been left behind in her dorm room in exchange for a smaller, more lightweight bag.  not that the weight really affected her much!   “   i brought the book you asked for a few days ago!  wasn’t sure whether to give you an official recording or one i wrote, so i did both.  i promise you can trust it.   ”   the book is extended for faye to take; midori’s other hand digs in her bag for the seeds they bought.  was it a bit odd seeing her writing and observations in a published book?  yeah, but she’s over the shock now.  almost, at least.

when the seeds are brought out, midori gestures at the flower bed.   “   are those yours?   ”

your turn ! say ‘aah’ , @cordevot !!

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More Memories

🌈- A memory about when they first fell in love

🌋- A memory about their first heartbreak

🏠- A memory about their childhood home/where they used to live

📷- A memory that comes with a picture they have

💡- A memory that comes with an object or keepsake they have

🔪- A memory about a dangerous situation

🎈- A memory about a time they were safe and relaxed

📔- A memory from a journal/diary entry

📝- A memory of them getting to know/meeting my muse

🔗- A memory about their proposal/wedding

🐥- A memory about their children (past, present, or future)

👘- A memory associated with an article of clothing they have

⚔️- A memory about war

🌅- A memory associated with a certain location

🏚- A memory about exploration

🛤- A memory about traveling

🌠- A time they wished upon a falling star

🐕-A memory of teamwork

🐺- A memory about being alone

🌟- WILDCARD

❄️Feel Free to add more memory prompts to this!❄️

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herbology 101 — & vanessa

midoriwings​:

It’s actually personal. 

Feathers. Of course it’s personal—what was she thinking? There had to be a better way of asking, of getting to know Midori before casually dropping such a loaded question. Small wonder she’s so terrible at conversation. The finer points of society never made sense to her, all the rules about propriety and saying things without outright saying them. 

(She tried to learn. Etiquette books squirreled away in saddle bags, sticking close to him to learn how he spoke, sharp tongue and all.) 

Midori, thankfully, breaks Vanessa’s train of thought. Pegasus knight listens intently, though her eyes follow a butterfly lazily flapping about, its black wings adorned with vibrant red and white markings. 

A wave of sympathy washes over her. To witness such an awful event so young…they can’t be more than a handful of years apart. Vanessa can’t imagine shouldering such a burden while still fresh on the triumph of graduating training. “…I’m sorry for prying.” 

One hand waves as they enter the forest proper. Admittedly, she’s a little flattered at the title. War General. Perhaps one day. “Nothing like that,” Vanessa replies, relishing the cool shade offered by the trees. “A captain of Frelia’s Pegasus Knights. My sister’s the battalion commander. We did fight a war, though.” Her voice turns softer. “I do agree. You have to know what you’re fighting for—believe in it—to be an effective soldier.” 

Fame isn’t worth it. She keeps that particular thought to herself; Orson’s tragedy is a tale best left told by those who knew him best. 

“Where do we go from here?” It’s a tactless chance of subject. She winces internally, but keeps a passive expression, willing Midori to overlook her many conversational blunders. 

UNLIKE SOME OTHERS, vanessa’s sympathy isn’t overbearing.  if anything, it’s the exact opposite.  silent concerns, quick nods—   all ended with a quiet apology.  midori can’t help but laugh softly, shaking her head to dismiss the concern.  besides, she had only answered the question.  vanessa hadn’t forced her to speak.  free will, of course, and the consequences that followed it.  thankfully, her question seems to return vanessa to a calmer state of mind.

the shade of the trees manages to cool not only them but the tension in the air, too.  funnily enough, to think about it as the trees being able to feel the atmosphere and people around it.  there was a hoshidan folktale about that idea—   trees that warded off evil spirits and brought forth positivity in its place.  midori’s belief in said tales are stronger than most would assume; after all, it was a legend of nature that brought her and father together.  faintly, she wonders if fódlan is home to similar myths.  would vanessa know them?  does she know of some from her home country?

little apothecary pouts at the answer, but makes sure to listen as intently as vanessa had earlier.  teeeechnically, being the captain of a division was somewhat like the position of a war general.  well, not really, but it could work!   (   you’re not surprised at the mention of the war in her home.  it’d be silly to assume that the countries of everyone else were free of those horrors.   )

midori blinks at the question, only realizing after a few moments that it was an attempt at changing the subject.  best not to comment on it, she thinks, remembering how oddly vanessa acted earlier.  it’s easy to reason that vanessa wasn’t a conversational person before   (   and during!   )   her time in fódlan.

she smiles instead,   “   from here, we follow the path i made!  you have to look really hard, though.   ”   midori pauses to take a few steps forward, waving a hand aimlessly in front of her before a bright color flashes in her peripheral vision.  she points to it, her smile brighter as she makes her way over to the tree.   “   like this!  when making a path, it’s important to tag it on and off paper.  that way if you lose one, you have the other.  i use white stickers since green wouldn’t be as visible.   ”   because green would always be the first color she chose over anything else.

“   if i remember correctly, we keep forward for a few minutes,   ”   midori says, carrying the map beneath her arm to dig out the small journal in her dress pocket.  she looks back to vanessa before starting forward,   “   ready?  you can wander off if you see something interesting.  just make sure to remember where you found it.   ”

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ma’am is this your child — & deirdre

nagaficat​:

Deirdre was delighted when she first stumbled across the naturally growing forget-me-nots here in Fódlan. The tiny blue blossoms have always been one of her favorites but they have grown to have even more significant meaning to her in her adult life. She’d worn them woven through her hair when she swore her wedding vows to Lord Sigurd. The irony, given everything that’s happened, is not lost on her but now the flowers are a reminder–a promise–that she will not forget him again.

She comes here to this clearing within the forest when she finds her heart ache is too strong to bear. It reminds her of where he found her all those years ago.  It’s been a calming place but a lonely place.  When Midori calls out in greeting, it startles Deirdre, but she is so very glad for the company.

“I would be delighted to join you, Midori!”  She gestures to the ground next to her should Midori wish to sit.  Hopefully the student does not mind sitting directly in the grass.  Deirdre has rarely concerned herself with the risk of dirt and grass stains to her clothing and she cares even less about it now that she is in charge of doing her own laundry again.  She felt terrible asking her poor maids to clean the evidence of her gardening from her fine gowns.

The professor’s face flushes at the young girl’s compliment.  “Before my ascension to Empress, yes, that was my title.  But I do not think one’s status has anything to do with their beauty.”  She smiles and picks a sprig of forget-me-nots to tuck into one of Midori’s pigtails.  “By that logic, I would have to assume you are also a princess.”

UP CLOSE, THE LADY’S IDENTITY opens itself up like the petals of a blooming flower.  midori’s smile, too, brightens at the warm welcome deirdre gives her.  with an agreement presented between the two, she settles down carelessly onto the grass next to the professor, resting her apothecary bag before them both.  locks click and hinges softly groan as midori begins preparing the items equivalent to those of a picnic.  it was no surprise that she carried all of these items with her, especially when the sheer size of her travel case was taken into consideration.

deirdre’s face reddens at midori’s words; the little apothecary giggles as she retrieves a small jar of tea leaves from a vertical cabinet.  hot water is easy to obtain without building an actual fire, thanks to the magic of charms she kept in the third drawer.  the bag at her hip is untied to reveal a tea kettle, decently sized, empty and neutral - colored.

bright eyes flicker up to gaze at deirdre, curiously seeking the warmth behind her words.  it’s endearing then, that midori’s face reddens the same as deirdre’s when the end of the sprig slips into her hair.  she stammers,   “   i-i mainly meant that... well, you know how the fairytales are!  princesses are easily the definition of beauty.   ”   her words, though flimsy, are still genuine.   “   thank you for the compliment, though!  hehe, i think i’d rather stick to doctor work instead of princess duties.   ”

before the kettle is filled, midori turns her attention to the jar in her hand.  gentle hand raises it for deirdre to see,   “   do you have a preference for tea flavors?  i haven’t gathered any new leaves from the market yet so all i have are those from hoshido—   my home country.   ”   now that she mentions it, she did forget to label her newer additions, didn’t she?

midori lowers the jar and pouts,   “   i think this one is a bit... warmy?  toasty?  not sure how to describe it.   ”

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A small gift basket rests outside her dorm when she next arrives. It's a sturdy basket, meant for gathering herbs from the forest. Right now it serves to hold a few more handpicked gifts.

Nestled inside is an old, well-loved naturalists' journal on various flora and fauna native to Fódlan. (The diary may be considered out of date by some, but the techniques developed are invaluable.) Next to it sits four small, green candles, meant to fit inside a lantern when exploring the forest late at night.

Two expertly crafted flower crowns--one of daisies, the other of marigolds--encircle a note.

"To Midori--

May these little gifts bring a smile to your face! Enjoy the Winter Festival!"

MIDORI TRULY FEELS as young as she is when she rushes out at the call of each winter envoy having completed their task.  flat heels click recklessly against the floor as she hurries to her dorm.  there’s a certain rush of her heartbeat that almost startles her, if not for the situation she currently sprints through.  a little hop stops her stride halfway into the next step, right before her door.  what little apothecary does not expect is the sight of a gift basket resting outside of her quarters, neatly placed beside the lower hinges of the door.  she stares at it for a moment, then two, before her excitement simmers into a lovely medium of joy.  no longer does her fingers shake like they once did, but do not mistaken that she is not elated at the idea of a gift!

she grabs the basket handle and carries it into her dorm, setting it onto her bed with a special carefulness.  though excited, midori doesn’t touch the gift basket’s contents until she’s freshened up and redressed—   a strict routine after all of her noon classes, when her evening schedule has been cleared.  finally, she’s upon her bed in a small jump and the basket rests in her lap.  it’s a decent weight, she realizes.  perfect for carrying it for the duration of a walk; which, she later finds out, is its purpose.

the basket, though, is not the gift.  or, the only gift, rather.  inside of it lies a journal, one midori slowly goes through, drinking in each line she skims over.  the first page tells her all she needs to know: a naturalist's journal with detailed notes on both flora and fauna.  shock causes her to misread the entire line, until she rereads it twice over.   “   no way...   ”   she whispers, turning the journal over in her hand to study the signature on the back.   “   this is priceless!  i can’t believe i have it... haha! holy sweet cakes, i can’t believe it!   ”

and the little apothecary is so invested in the journal, so amazed at the winter envoy’s thoughtfulness, that she almost ignores the other gifts!  but her knee raises and the basket tips, pushing the candles to roll and hit the side.

a laugh escapes her,   “   they’re green!   ”   midori sets down the journal in favor of grabbing a candle, turning it in her grip as she looks it over.  judging by its size, it’d easily fit in a—   “   oh!  oh wait wait, i have a lantern!   ”   the basket is dropped onto the bed as midori quickly slides off the mattress, only slightly clumsy as she moves towards the chest that sits across the room.  beneath its heavy lid, sits a lantern, one she brought from home.  it takes only moments for her to fix the candle inside its structure.  and when she does, midori’s expression brightens like a dance of fireflies.  the lantern she held could only carry one candle at a time though, which was good, since it gave her an extended time with the others.

and still, the gifts keep coming!  eager, midori places the lantern on her nightstand and hops back onto her bed, pulling the basket closer to see what else lies inside.  not just one flower crown, but two?!  her winter envoy was truly too kind!  before her hands can reach for the crowns, they brush against parchment and it is the note that she raises instead.  a gentle smile graces her face, far sweeter than any treat her cousin could whip up.

“   thank you, mysterious winter envoy.   ”   little apothecary says, carefully folding the note to slide into her skirt pocket.  she’d have to find them later, when she was finished going through the journal for the second or third time!

[atypicalsenerio]

The gift is a simple box, left in front of his dorm room. It has a large tag on it that says, in gorgeous cursive, 𝒪𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓂𝓂𝑒𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎!

Inside the box is a lovely cake, a deep rich chocolate frosted with dark green. On top of the cake, it says, in that same cursive, 𝒮𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝐻𝑒𝓇𝑜 𝐼𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝐻𝑒𝓇𝑒, with a few flowers and what appears to be a book drawn next to it. The cake is moist, but simple enough - tasty!

Soren really didn’t know what to expect. The list had the names of some interesting people. So, he took the box to the dining hall, preferring to give it a go away from his dorm. He opened the box, albeit with a healthy dose of wariness, standing back from the table he’d set it on, fingertips slowly raising the lid.

No frogs. No exploding durians. All was well.

The message on the cake made his chest ache, but any comment about Ike and his absence was akin to noting that the sky is blue. Obvious, and true. Had Ike been there, he might’ve enjoyed some of the cake with him. In lieu of that, Soren could share it with others as he tried to figure out who made it. He took a small slice, satisfied with the chocolate and the frosting, and began pondering who might’ve sent it. His eyes alighted on someone nearby at a different table.

@salveden “Midori, was it? Did you gift this to me?” Soren showed her the cake. “Not to put too fine a point on it, but your name literally means ‘green’. Even if it wasn’t you, you’re welcome to a slice. I can’t eat it all.”

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A GIGGLE FALLS FROM HER LIPS, weakly muffled by the press of her fingers.  midori shakes her head,   “   you got the name right, but no, i’m not your gift-giver.   ”   little apothecary can’t stop herself from laughing more at the connection between her name and the gift.   “   that is a pretty cake, though!  and yeah, midoriko means… wait, wouldn’t that be too big of a hint if i was your gift-giver?   ”

there’s a message on the cake, visible when midori leans forward and squints her eyes.  it’s sweet, under a sympathetic note, but midori isn’t even sure who soren’s hero is.  man, now she’s curious as to who made the cake!  little apothecary nods and her smile brightens,   “   really?  wow, thanks!  i’ll just get a corner slice so the words are still there.  i hope you find your gift-giver soon!   ”

she wonders if the baker slash gift giver slash anonymous will take cake commissions.  or just baking commissions, in general.

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nice argument senator — gold round, team 11

THOUGH THE DREAM SHIFTS, tears still remain clinging to midori’s eyelashes.  she closes her eyes and wipes her face with the gloves of her knightly attire.  when her hands touch her face again, the gloves are different.  rougher.  pulled over two fingers instead of five.  bright eyes open to the arena floor, where the length of her new uniform stretches out from her legs.  there’s an irony to the clothing; how familiar it seems to the samurai armor back home.  a laugh passes through her lips, weak but joyful, and she touches the symbol across her chest.  the weight of swords on her back is easier to bear when she remembers where she got the strength from.

“   alright,   ”   midori says, finally looking up towards her companions,   “   i’m ready.  let’s finish this and... s-shigure?   ”   silence overtakes her words.  midori stares at the kinshi knight with a hopeful gaze, eyes watering after a moment of realization.   she takes off in a sprint towards the space where his kinshi is mounted.   “   shigure!  you’re back!  i’m... i’m so sorry i couldn’t help you.  i’ll do better this time!  for all of us.   ”

and it starts with the gentle wave of the apothecary’s hand.

midori! heals +1 health with amaterasu.   (   midori hp = 8.5 / 10   )

midori! rolls d20 = 8! ‘recover’ heals good, +4 health.   (   shigure hp = 9 / 10   )

midori! heals +4 health with live to serve.   (   midori hp = 10 / 10   )

the call of magic within her is desperate—   that much, she knows.  still, it works and a channel of light opens between the both of them.  what midori doesn’t expect is the warmth that encases her as well.  small scratches and tears of skin are pulled together and gone within seconds.  the same channel of magic, the same spell that healed shigure.  midori sighs, holding her hands to her chest, and smiles up at her friend.

“   be careful, shigure.  please.   ”   young apothecary turns towards her team,   “   the same goes for you all.   ”   a slight glance is given to the enemies before them, though there hadn’t been a need to.  she had heard the mechanical groan of gears and metal when her eyes first opened.  it was an illusion of their earlier enemies; the beasts of metal.

@pheraean , @wolfskintribedaughter , @stalarmonios , @einjelique !!

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insert “battle is the great redeemer” speech here — team 11 silver round

pheraean​:​

For a moment once the battlefield shifts again, Eliwood has no idea what is happening. Something blinks before his eyes, a brief vision of the coliseum, his allies and some new opponent before them - but almost immediately it disappears in a flash of white.

Mimic uses Many-Eyed Gaze: 1d20-2=6. Eliwood is frozen.

He does not seem to be waking up from the dream, either.

… He’s cold. Did he step onto the battlefield and instantly die?… No, that’s not it. Eliwood knows a fair bit about what her presence is like, what with the greatest tamer of all knights also doubling as his childhood’s most faithful companion, her loyalty rivaling even that of Hector himself. He would recognize the touch of her hand on his forehead and the sound of her voice in his ears, and this isn’t it.

So what exactly is happening?… Slowly, something seems to be coming back to him - he can hear muffled sounds from somewhere far away, sounds of combat - so he is still at the dreamland arena then, probably - and little by little, his vision returns as well - he can hear Shigure, something is wrong, Shigure is in pain, what is happening? - and then the air around him gets warmer, and the veil disappears as he, from the looks of it, defrosts. Oh, he got frozen.

Eliwood gives it no more thought than this, however, his mind immediately going to Shigure - where is he? He spots the singer over on the ground, near the badly damaged enemy - it would seem that the blue-haired youth continued the fight while they were trapped. “Shigure!” He feels his heart nearly in his throat as he dashes to his side - 

but it’s too late.

“Shigure?!”

He grits his teeth, his fingers squeezing against Shigure’s shoulder, as though that would help any. A movement in the corner of his eye - the enemy, though badly wounded, is not yet done, demanding they continue the fight. Hit fists clench as Eliwood rises back up. Thank you for what you’ve done, Shigure. You protected us, and we will not fail you.

It is only then, as he thinks about an attack, that he finally acknowledges the flow of magic in his veins and a tome by his side - the calling of his dear mother, that he never could answer, no matter how hard he tried. It would seem that, in the most desperate of times, she still watches over him, even from back home.

His heart forged in steel, he raises his hand.

Midori’s Amaterasu heals Eliwood. Eliwood HP: 8 → 9

Eliwood attacks Mimic with Luce: 1d20+10=19. Hit. Eliwood deals 2 damage. Mimic HP: 14 → 12 Lifetaker heals Eliwood for 1 HP. Eliwood HP: 9 → 10 Eliwood is now afflicted with Abyssal Poison

Thorny Hide activates. Eliwood HP: 10 → 8

Mimic counterattacks with Apocalypse: 1d20=11. Hit. Mimic deals 4 damage. Eliwood HP: 8 → 4

There is screaming in his ears and mind as his attack connects, and at the same time it feels as though his body is being pierced by thorns, and he grits his teeth to push through - it hurts, but it hurt Shigure more, he can keep going - 

Eliwood attacks again (Darting Blow): 1d20+10=28. Crit. Eliwood deals 4 damage. Mimic HP: 12 → 8 Lifetaker heals Eliwood for 2 HP. Eliwood HP: 4 → 6

Thorny Hide activates. Eliwood HP: 6 → 4

There is some force behind this magic he wields, as though his parents watching over him, that keeps him alive, keeps the pain not too bad, bearable, keeps him standing on his feet even as it hurts. The enemy still stands, but so does he, determined to see this through. For all of them.

“It’s… haah… on its last legs!” He calls to the others. No doubt they are shaken, he understands it more than he would want to, but they can’t stop now. “We must finish it off… haah… Before it can strike again!”

> @salveden​

MIDORI WOULD ALWAYS BE A CHILD OF THE FOREST before ever calling home to the country named hoshido.  she knew the names of flowers before knowing the history of the hoshidan throne.  amongst the skies, she clung to her mother’s back as she rode atop a kinshi.  while she wasn’t native to hoshido, she spent her years teaching midori the lessons she, herself, had been taught upon her reclassing.  so now, when bright eyes open to the arena from above, midori can’t contain her excitement as easily as she wished to.  her smile is wide as she takes in the scenery, focus on anything but the dream.  beneath her, the kinshi makes a clicking noise and begins to descend in fluid beats of its wings.

silver feathers flutter under her hands.  for a moment, midori can almost imagine her mother’s hands guiding her own to the reins.  it’s a comforting feeling—

mimic copies midori’s inventory and stunner!

mimic! rolls d20 ( +2 avo ) = 5! ‘many-eyed gaze’ misses midori!

a blank eye watching her quickly takes away the comfort of familiarity.  midori steels herself for an attack, expression stern and grip tight on the reins.  the mimic gargles, twitches, and begins to morph.  midori’s non-expressive mask shatters with a grimace.  bright eyes look down at a similar eye, a shaking arm, a leg there, a twisted smile here.  it’s her, she thinks, though quickly shaking off the idea.  it couldn’t be.  she’d never be reflected in something so disturbing.  despite her surprise, she finds the focus to order her kinshi into flight, evading the blast of light that shot out towards her.

her teammates aren’t as lucky; nanna, velouria, and eliwood stand frozen beneath the mimic’s unwavering gaze.  shigure isn’t, though.  kinshi swiftly lowers within his ear-shot,   “   shigure!  be careful, i... i think it took something from me.   ”   disbelief colors her face dark in shame, unable to determine what happened in the moments that she and the mimic shared a gaze.   (   you only realize, after it’s too late, that shigure wears attire like that of a dancer.  you wonder if he thinks of his mother in the way that you do yours; both anchors, both ladies of steel.   )

shigure dances as he wields his sword, a dangerous opponent against the mimic’s false equipment.  midori cheers, yelling encouragement down when the arena becomes his stage; an image of excellence.  she doesn’t predict shigure’s fall.  how could she?  praise withers on her tongue at the sight of him, broken and bloodied.  she watches, trembles, and sits in denial, even as eliwood rises in her place and advances the mimic.

he’s dead.  shigure, her friend, her ally, is dead.  none of them had fallen in the dreams before but.. now...

eliwood’s voice brings midori back to herself.  she sniffles and wipes away at her face as the kinshi clucks and trills its sounds.   “   a-alright!  alright, let me...   ”   small hands tighten around the reins until her knuckles turn pale.   “   i’ll knock it down.  i’ll kill it.   ”   with her declaration, the kinshi screeches a song-like war cry and the weight of a bow is pulled from her back.  midori guides her mount up, around, far in its circle that the mimic has found her as a target beneath its gaze.  good, she thinks when the bowstring grows taunt against her nocked back arrow, i want it to see me.  watch me, copycat.

midori! rolls 2d20 ( +4 dex ) = 23, 17! ‘stunner’ with point-blank volley critically hits, ( 6 base damage + 1.5 magic + 2 trample damage ) 9.5 and ( 3 base damage + 1.5 magic + 2 trample damage ) 6.5 damage.   (   mimic hp = 0 / 40, died before second attack   )

mimic has been defeated!

thorny hide deals ( -2hp x 2 hits ) 4 damage.   (   midori hp = 7.5 / 12   )

midori has been afflicted with abyssal poison!

kinshi dips in its flight downwards and midori releases the first arrow, pushed back only slightly by the excess magic sparking in the bow’s arch.  she hisses and, aware of the sway in the mimic’s movement, readies another arrow swiftly before letting it fly all the same.  one strikes a single bright eye, similar to midori’s, and the apothecary keeps its glossy gaze as it stills.  the kinshi clucks, midori’s hand lowers to soothe its feathers.

around the arena, the dream falters.  midori leads her kinshi to the ground but can’t pull herself to depart it completely.   “   we... is it over, now?   ”   bright eyes begin to water and the apothecary sniffles,   “   will shigure come back?  w-will he return to us?   ”

@ I DON’T KNOW

[salveden]

i am thou or whatever — team 11 steel round

stalarmonios​:

To the bluenette’s surprise, Eliwood takes the chance to rally Midori before attacking the malicious form before the party. An action to match the lion-courageous song swirling about the redhead, and one that Shigure can respect… though if all of their party attacks, won’t the entity reflect all their damage back at them? Still, Shigure finds hope rising within him, and it spurs him to make his next move, healing energy from his shield providing a delightful boost.

Ochain Shield activates! Health restored: 1. Shigure: 7/10 HP

Roll Windsweep: 12. Hit! Damage dealt: 4.5.

Chrysalis of Rebirth activates! Damage dealt: 2. Fallen: 3.5/10 HP

“For Valla…!” he murmurs as he charges towards the entity, bringing his dagger to swing down in the execution of a combat art. Though the enemy once again seems less affected than it should have been, the teen allows himself to smile anyway; had the monster not been protected by whatever shield it uses to minimize the damage, the strike would have devastated it if not killed it outright. Slipping back towards the others, he nods at his friends. “Midori, Velouria. I trust your judgment for what we should do next. Lady… Nanna, you as well. We are drawing closer to defeating this form, so let us give it everything we have!”

@salveden​, @wolfskintribedaughter​, @einjelique​

DESPITE THE PARTY’S ADVANCES, the beast remains idle among the arena.  midori, now risen fully from her place on the ground, watches it with a curious gaze.  shigure rushes towards it, dagger drawn to its glint, but even when steel flies through the air and sinks into flesh, the beast does not move.  until it does—

poison of god: fallen! uses ‘bide time’, ( 3.5 x 2 / 5 ) 1 damage.   (   midori hp = 3.5 / 10   )

in a flash of color, magic bursts from the beast’s skin and erupts across the field in a wave.  midori turns her back to the strike, biting back a small cry at the leveled burn across her back.  it’s an educated guess, too sacrificial to experiment with, but the outburst of the magic is slight compared to the prior form’s final eruption.  quiver untouched, midori turns with a frown, an arrow already drawn taunt against the bowstring.  her vision is blurring—   chili powder and a crushed olicet stone would do wonders to her sight right now—   but she’s still capable of seeing eliwood move to her side, still healthy upon his mount.

at least that is a good sign.

eliwood! uses ‘rally’, +4 dexterity and defense.

midori! rolls d20 ( +4 dex ) = 17! ‘physic’ heals well, +4 hp.   (   velouria hp = 7.5 / 10   )

“   t-thank you, mister.   ”   midori smiles up at him and turns away before her expression can give away to fatigue.  with the channel eliwood’s spell created, it’s easier for her to push a stream of magic forward until light washes over velouria’s body.  wounds seal together and blood begins to dry.  it’s not perfect but it’s enough.  once finished, young apothecary turns her head to the sound of her voice, unaware of the sway her body performs.

a gentle nod to shigure,   “   of course.  please... allow me.   ”   and it’s all she says before stepping forward, past her teammates.  two arrows are deftly pulled from the quiver and back against the bowstring.  her hands are small, too skinny and bruised, but father taught her how to carry the weight of others well above her own.  with a narrow of her gaze, midori lets go.

midori! rolls 2d20 ( +4 dex ) = 24, 21! ‘zanshin’ alongside ‘hunter’s volley’ critically hits, ( 8 base / 2 ) 4 damage.   (   poison of god: fallen hp = 0 / 10   )

poison of god: fallen! uses ‘bide time’, ( 4.5 + 8 / 5 ) 2.5 damage.   (   midori hp = 1 / 10   )

poison of god: fallen defeated, turns into poison of god: destroyer.

poison of god: destroyer! rolls d20 ( -7 spd ) = -6! ‘king of the wicked’ misses.

poison of god: destroyer! rolls d20 ( -7 spd ) = 2! ‘cull the damned’ misses.

what surprises her, though, is the magic she feels surround the two arrows as they cut through the air at the speed unbeknownst to her.  she watches, starry-eyed, as the beast screeches in retaliation to the wounds the steel pierced into its head, but it cannot overcome the pain of it all.  midori turns halfway to her companions in a rush of warning when the wave of magic erupts from its fallen body.  not even a syllable manages to slip from her lips before the strike cuts her in the side.  quickly, a hand rises to stop the blood—   desperately, she searches for an answer; was an artery hit?  why was there so much wetness?  why was there so much blood?

the new beast screeches and midori can only hear the final noises of its rage before it barrels forward.  she’s bleeding and dizzy and can’t see properly out of her left eye but none of it stops her from pushing herself into a stumbling roll.  knees hit the ground, the beast moves past her, far from its range.  instead of a kneel, midori collapses in a weak sitting up position.  her hand presses harder against her side.

“   oh fates,   ”   is her last whisper before the arena grows silent around her.

@ no

[salveden]

i am thou or whatever — team 11 steel round​

pheraean​:

The enemy certainly has some tricks up its sleeve, but through their coordinated efforts, it falls - only to change forms and rise up, fall again, and switch forms again. Will there be an end to it? Eliwood does not know, he isn’t sure if he wants to know. He’s just in a dream, right? He doesn’t recall being in any situation that could result in him dying and ending up in a purgatory of endless battle.

Hopefully, anyway. At the moment he cannot be sure. Not when combat rages before and around him, and one strike after another fall on his and his allies’ heads.

Poison of God: Chosen uses King’s Fury: 1d4-1=2. Eliwood HP: 6.5 → 4.5

Poison of God: Messenger uses Almighty Wings: 1d20=17. Aegis activates. Eliwood HP: 4.5 → 3.5

Poison of God: Messenger uses Fallen Angel: 1d4-1=0 Eliwood HP: 3.5 → 3.5

He covers his head with a groan, the blinding light feeling as though it’s going to set him on fire; but even more than himself, he is worried for his companions. Once the flash dies down enough for him to force his eyes open, he takes a quick look around to make sure everyone is still standing; luckily, they are well-coordinated, healing being already distributed.

It’s like they know. Eliwood is not going to ask; he is merely grateful. He spares a glance at their new enemy; it had braced itself for the upcoming attacks, biding its time, as though inviting them to strike at it.

They might eventually have to do that, but for now, Eliwood will not.

Eliwood uses Rally Dexterity & Rally Defense. Midori gains +4 Dex & Def for one round.

“Hang… Hang in there!”

> @salveden​​

THE WORLD SLOWS FOR A MOMENT; all gazes seemingly pulled to the sight of nanna’s raised bow, the glint of the arrowhead—   both arrowheads, midori realizes after a second of focus.  then, as the arrows fly, one after another, the world shifts back into motion.  midori cheers at the strike, her smile bright despite the distraught frown on nanna’s face.  before them all, the beast screeches and stumbles, unable to hold itself up any longer lest it falls over with less grace than its god gave it.  velouria’s arm is squeezed in midori’s grasp.  finally, they were done.  they were—

poison of god: messenger! rolls d4 ( -1 ) = 3! ‘fallen angel’ deals 3 damage.   (   midori hp = 4.5 / 10   )

poison of god: messenger defeated, changes into poison of god: fallen.

nanna’s warning rises in the air just as midori catches sight of the flaring light spilling from the beast’s wounds.  midori acts before a single thought reaches their mind, rushing in front of velouria in time for the fallen light to burst in a wide blast of magic.  it’s humorous then, to the fates, that she’d been unable to shield velouria fully due to their stark difference in build and size.  the god branded beast spewed light alike the heat of the sun; midori trembles at the burn upon her back.  she does not sway when she moves to the side, moving to sit down out of velouria’s way.

the beast, now awakened in a form that remains idle with an empty gaze, watches them all but doesn’t make a move.  midori could care little for its odd behavior, prompting instead to pull her quiver from where it rested against her back and check it.  the magic had seared through the leather, if the marks were anything to go by.  but the dream must have favored the weapons since the leather is still intact and the arrows untouched.  when the quiver is strapped back into place, midori gives nanna a smile.

“   there’s no need to feel sorry, miss.  you took the bad guy down and that’s what matters.   ”   head tilted up, she watches as eliwood arrives to her side.  the burn on her back is faint compared to how eliwood struggles to cast a spell over her for reassurance.  it is a price that must be paid back.   “   mister eliwood... please, let me patch you up.  i don’t have any medicine on me so this will have to do.   ”

midori! rolls d20 ( +4 dex ) = 24! ‘physic’ heals excellently, +6 hp.   (   eliwood hp = 9.5 / 10   )

her discomfort fades at the willingness of the magic.  it follows the channel she makes for it, pulling together his wounds with little struggle.  afterward, midori sighs happily and allows herself to relax for a moment.   “   as good as new!  make sure to take a breather before approaching the new monster.   ”

@wolfskintribedaughter

[salveden]

i am thou or whatever — team 11 steel round

einjelique​:

This nightmare was proving itself more and more difficult to deal with. Before they were able to defeat their last opponent the world shifts, and the exact same group of people find themselves face to face with another monstrosity.

Not only that, but their equipment has changed once again. No longer is Nanna sat upon her winged steed, but instead she finds herself on sturdy ground once more, wearing a long robe and a hat that she’s certain she looks ridiculous in. As for weapons she finds herself armed with both physical and magical damage— and a heal staff!

Though she misses the weight of an ever familiar sword in her hand, she can’t find herself complaining at the idea of healing rather than watching her team’s wounds grow worse. Midori has done an excellent job, but the thought of her doing it all on her own saddens the Princess.

Nanna watches as it reflects all of their attacks— she can’t help but cringe at the sight. No matter what they did to it, it would simply do the exact same back in return. That was bothersome…it was no different than if they hit one another.

The smile she offers Shigure is halfhearted. She can’t stand there and pretend that seeing him— or any of them, for that matter— in pain does not wound her, but she can at least try to reassure him that it was alright. They would be alright.

“There’s nothing I can do for the reflection, but for your wounds I am well equipped.” To watch them throw themselves at it, only to come back more battered and bruised…it sickened her.

Nanna heals +2HP with Renewal. (Nanna 10/10 HP) Nanna uses Recover on Shigure. Roll d20: 13! Good heal, +6 health. (Shigure 10/10 HP)

“I will do all I can— for you, and for all of us here. Do not hesitate to ask if your body grows tired. My staff is yours.”

She can only hope that her words help soothe their worries…though it does little to make herself feel any safer.

Poison of God: Chosen uses King’s Roar. Roll 5d20: 17, 14, 4, 4, 1. Nanna is afflicted with Isolate and Void. Shigure is afflicted with Isolate. 

Poison of God: Chosen uses Mauling Strike on Velouria. Roll 2d20: 11, 4: Hit, Barely Hit! 2 damage (Velouria HP 6.5/12) Velouria counters with Brave Sword. Roll 1d20+2: 22! Critical Hit! 3 damage (Poison of God: Chosen HP 0/10. KO) Poison of God: Chosen reflects 3 damage against Velouria. (Velouria HP 3.5/12)

Poison of God: Chosen uses King’s Fury. Roll 5d4-1:1, 1, 2, 2, 0.  Nanna: 9/10HP Shigure: 9/10HP Eliwood: 4.5/10HP Velouria: 1.5/10HP Midori: 7.5/10HP

Well, that just happened.

The world around Nanna feels cold, alone— as if there is no one by her side any longer. It’s silly, she can clearly see them all. The isolation grows stronger nonetheless. Logic rarely works in the world of dreams.

Before she even has a chance to catch her breath, the monster changes. It takes shape, a new form in its place…one that was clearly coming her way.

Poison of God: Messenger uses Judgement against Nanna. Roll d20: 16! Hit! 2.5 damage. Nanna is afflicted with Taunt. (Nanna HP 6.5/10) Nanna counters with Brave Bow. Roll 2d20: 14, 2: Hit, Miss! 4 damage (Poison of God: Messenger HP 6/10)

Poison of God: Messenger uses Almighty Wings. Roll 5d20: 2, 5, 17, 4, 3. Aegis activates! Eliwood takes 1 damage (Eliwood HP 3.5/10HP)

“W-what—“ What has it done to me? No matter how hard she tries, she cannot tear her eyes off the monster. Her thoughts consumed— she’s livid, in a sense, as if it had somehow scorned her. She can no longer think of her teammates, nor how they need her. All she can think about is seeing it fall at her feet.

Her weapon remains raised, hands ready, but unmoving.

IT TAKES NO MASTER TO REALIZE that the beast before them, marked conceitedly by a god, is on its last threads of health.  its conscious fading is the cause of its wavering form, a swaying stance that defies its natural right of stature.  midori watches it with keen eyes as it stalks over shigure’s attack.  when he lands back from the blow, midori wears concern obvious over her face.

“   thank you, miss nanna!   ”   she says after a wave of magic seals up shigure’s wounds.  the sight of his skin returning to a proper tone is enough to allow her a moment of peace.   “   i’ll help as well!  two spells are better than a lonely one.   ”   her smile is infectious, even as the ground trembles beneath her feet and the beast contorts in response to the silence, the lack of striking.  it uses the gap of time as passage; midori’s gaze turns to follow the lunge it sends towards velouria.  guilt weighs her mind down but the shock is stronger—   she had just been near the wolfskin.  she had just healed her!

“   velouria?  velouria, are you okay?!   ”   low heels kick up dirt as she sprints towards the beast and velouria; arrow set immediately on the bowstring the closer she approaches the scene.  it is then that the beast howls, roaring in a thunderous ripple of sound that shakes the earth and encourages the audience’s cheers.

poison of god: chosen! rolls d20 ( -3 spd ) = 1! ‘king’s roar’ misses.

midori swiftly drops in a roll, unable to stop her sprint in any other way lest she propels herself forward with the momentum.  the roll is clumsy—   she is not as elegant as her father; has not mastered all of his moves— but it sends her into a kneel that ducks beneath the rush of wind.  for a moment, there is nothing.  there is nothing.  her vision blackens.  her body is light, weightless, falling.  bright eyes snap open and midori is quickly back to her feet, shaking off her daze in time to see the beast fall beneath velouria’s blade.  it’s descent is slow, halted, if not for the next advance it readies in retaliation.

poison of god: chosen! rolls d4 ( -1 ) = 0! ‘king’s fury’ misses.

poison of god: chosen has been defeated, changes into poison of god: messenger.

this time, midori cannot feel the wave of power that attempts to strike her down.  her area is not struck, but everyone else’s is.  a struggle of watching this all happen is fought within her head, easily shaken off at the reminding sight.  her sprint finds its target once more; velouria.  one hand raises towards her when midori makes it to her side, eyes watery against her control.  a gentle but shaky brush is made to velouria’s trembling arm.

midori! rolls d20 = 4! ‘physic’ heals velouria, +1 hp.   (   velouria hp = 2.5 / 12   )

“   hey, vel?   ”   the magic stutters in midori’s grasp and no matter how hard she tries to pull it into a channel, the threads between her and faith continue to wane.   “   i’m so sorry, vel.  i’ll try better, okay?  you have to stay up, though.  i can’t try better if you’re not careful.   ”   she’s rambling.  she’s rambling and she knows it but if it keeps velouria’s attention on her, then she can allow it for now.  the magic in her hand has gone cold but velouria is still hurt.   a turn to her companions as she almost asks for help, if only then to see their conditions.

@pheraean , @wolfskintribedaughter , @stalarmonios​

[salveden]

i am thou or whatever — team 11 steel round

wolfskintribedaughter​:

Once again, she holds a sword in her hands, though this one is much bulkier than the slim sword she had wielded last round. Still, she feels incredibly powerful, as if she’s quick enough to kill anything with only a few blows and then dodge out of the way just as quickly. The armor she wears is skin tight, not getting in the way of any sort of movement. She likes that, not being impeded by any sort of clothes that she has to wear in battle.

She nods gratefully to Eliwood as he provides her with some sort of power up, though she doesn’t know exactly how such things are done, she feels stronger than ever as she draws her attention the enemy they are now facing. She doesn’t appreciate how uneasy she feels in its presence, so she decides that she might as well get attacking it over with.

She darts over to the monster, unsure what its even supposed to be as she has no words to truly describe it, and lifts her sword, slashing at it two times in quick succession. She feels the pain that the redhead had warned of almost instantly, but grits her teeth and forces her body to bear it. She’s strong enough that she can take it, but she can’t help but worry about her friends who might not be able to.

Velouria attacks with Brave Sword! Roll 1d20+12= 19! Hit! | Poison of God: Chosen HP= 6.5/10

Velouria attacks again with Brave Sword! Roll 1d20+12= 15! Hit! | Poison of God: Chosen HP= 5/10

Poison of God: Chosen reflects 3 Damage! | Velouria HP= 6/12

She winces slightly in pain as it gears up to counterattack her, but surprisingly, as it claws slam into her body, she doesn’t seem to incur much more damage at all. It must be thanks to whatever strength Eliwood had been able to give her and she feels even more grateful to the man. She’ll have to get around to thanking him later, when they’re out of all of this, if she can remember to.

Poison of God: Chosen counterattacks with Mauling Strike! Roll 1d20= 12! Hit! | Velouria HP= 4.5/12

She turns to Midori and Shigure, as well as Nanna, offering words of encouragement.

“This thing seems strong but if we work together I’m certain we can defeat it! Hehe…”

next: @salveden​ , @stalarmonios​ , or @einjelique​

THIS TIME, WHEN THE WORLD RIPPLES INTO VIEW, midori is prepared for the wave of nausea that tempts her mind into a fading black.  she centers herself; listening to the static of searing metal and the crescendo of metal striking itself.  her eyes remain close until the earth settles beneath its tremors and her feet find themselves above stable ground once more.  finally, as midori registers the familiar grip of a bow’s arch against her palm and the weight of a quiver strung firm across her back, bright eyes open to the scene of a stilled battle; the beginnings of a storm’s fury.  around her, her companions try to fit into their new positions as much as possible.

and it is quite the sight to glimmering eyes; watching acutely as eliwood sways atop his horse after having been acquainted so well within the sky.  midori giggles, her fingers pressed weakly over her lips in an attempt to keep the amused noise in her mouth.  to her side, velouria seems content with the armor she wears.  while it is strange to see her in any outer layer of protection that was not her usual attire, midori is grateful for the dream and its unconscious decision of granting the wolfskin a form of safety.

eliwood’s urgent call is answered to with midori’s immediate,   “   yes sir!   ”   as she takes her position in the back lines of the team.  bow raised with fingers that deftly pull back an arrow against the string, taut alongside the narrow focus of her gaze.  it takes willpower to keep herself from flinching at the sight of her friends being struck in retaliation by the beast.  eliwood’s words, though, surprise her.  to feel the wound that you inflict upon it... a dangerous gamble to be made.  midori relaxes her grip on the bow and lowers it with a small frown.

“   velouria,   ”   young apothecary reaches for her with a free hand, keeping the arrowhead against the bow’s arch with the press of her fingers,   “   here, let me patch you up.  it isn’t midori medicine but it’s something that’ll help, alright?   ”

midori! rolls d20 = 18! ‘physic’ heals velouria, +4 hp.   (   velouria hp = 8.5 / 12   )

magic softens the touch of midori’s hand against velouria’s arm, unable to reach as high as her intent wished for her.  still, the touch was enough.  wounds seize skin and pull back together, weaving into nonexistence until only blood remains.  midori finishes with a smile and pats velouria’s arm.

“   there you go,   ”   she says as she steps away from her friend,   “   all better!  now, let me give it a go.   ”   bow raises once more, string pulled between scarred fingers.  midori aims, takes a breath, and awaits the beast’s attention the moment she allows the arrow to fly free from her grasp.

midori! rolls d20 = 7! ‘zanshin’ hits, 2 damage.   (   poison of god: chosen hp = 3 / 10   )

poison of god: chosen reflects! 2 damage.   (   midori hp = 7.5 / 10   )

poison of god: chosen! rolls d20 ( -3 spd ) = -1! ‘mauling strike’ misses.

midori tries to keep her breathing exact and even, remembering eliwood’s mention of the beast placing a reflection over any inflicted damage.  so when the arrow sinks into skin and the beast screeches at her, she doesn’t flinch at the sudden pain flaring within her shoulder.  it’s easy to ignore if she counts the sheep in her head!  not that there were many she tended to think about.  the thought of it is interrupted when the beast lunges forward, the unmistakable shape of its hand formed to strike her into the ground.  with a twist of her hip, a slide of her foot, and a toss of her weight, midori is far away from the space she once was, baring a proud smile all the while.

a quick evade taught by her father, who looked cooler doing it since his scarf always swayed epically behind him.  eh, it’s fine, she has pigtails that can do the job for her.   “   velouria’s right.  we just have ta’ look out for each other and we’ll beat this thing.   ”   an easy smile is thrown to her teammates.   “   you all got this!   ”

@stalarmonios !!

[salveden]

HONEY! THE MINIONS CAN EXPLODE?! — team 11, iron round

wolfskintribedaughter​:

Velouria is feeling extremely demoralised, watching her teammates fail and fail over and over again to deactivate the stupid metal thingies that are blocking them from attacking the really big one. And her failure at attacking the last time she got the chance to isn’t helping either.

But she’s got to get up and try again! There’s no use in sitting around and pouting when other people were depending on her to help them out fighting these dumb big old metal beasts!

Her grip around her sword is tighter this time, surer, as she darts over to the only scout that didn’t seem to be spurting sparks at the moment. Her legs are less weak as she leaps up to stab it, some sort of feral instinct tearing its way through her body as she slams the sword as deep as she can into the metal beast.

Velouria attacks using Killing Edge! Roll 1d20= 6! Hit! | Bulwark C HP= 1.5/10

Roll 1d3 to Deactivate Black Ice Node= 1! Fail!

She yanks it out just as quickly as she stabbed it in, fumbling slightly as she realises that she has also failed to deactivate it yet again. BOOOO!! Seemingly angered (could robots get angry?), the big metal hunk of junk swipes at her twice with its silly chopping arms. Quick as a bolt, she dodges out of the way of both of them just in time. Gaining a bit more of her confidence, she turns to encourage her friends, both new and old.

Bulwark C counterattacks with Heavy Chop! Roll 1d20-4= 5! Miss! | Velouria HP= 7/10

Bulwark C counterattacks with Heavy Chop! Roll 1d20-4= 1! Miss! | Velouria HP= 7/10

“Come on everybody! Let’s get this thing moving! I believe in all of us! Hehe…”

next: @stalarmonios​ or @salveden​

AT MIDORI’S ASSUMPTION, her teammates moved forward in a familiar sync; the connection of people that knew little and all of each other.  midori couldn’t stop the smile from softening her expression.  this sight, this feeling, all too similar to her attachment to the army of nohr and hoshido.  she felt as much even at the sight of nanna being on the receiving side of a strike.  midori winced, quickly moving to an area where she could reach the golden lady once she descended from the sky.  it was a strategy she knew best after having healed the worst of wounds on those that sought to strike from the air.  as she stationed herself, hooves made a patterned noise behind her and she turned to the sound.

shigure! uses ‘rally speed’ on midori, +4 speed.

“   shigure,   ”   midori’s smile turned sweeter; seeing shigure upon a mount made her sensitive with delight.  she listened patiently as he cast a spell over her, a slight glance thrown down to the shield on her arm.  nodding, she gave him a friendly salute,   “   thank you!  stay clear of the enemies since you have no defense for now, alright?   ”

when the mount moved away, midori turned her focus back to the enemy’s area.  she flinched at the sound of whirring, its ability to deafen even behind the sturdy veil encased around the marine beast.  when the scout surged forward, midori realized the lightness of her feet.  no, her body.  she knew this spell; a sense of support she knew how to perform back home, too.  shield arranged before her, bright eyes narrowed in a testing glare.

radio scout: bulwark c! rolls d20 ( -4 ) = 4, 7! ‘heavy chop’ misses twice.

midori! rolls d20 ( +1 ) = 13! ‘seraphim’ critically hits, 4 damage.   (   radio scout: bulwark c hp = 6 / 10   )

black ice node! rolls d3 = 1! fail.

young apothecary easily stepped out of the first fist’s direction.  her ponytails swayed harshly to the gust of wind but little thought could go into it when the scout persisted on trying again.  she braced herself and hopped backwards, stable on a single foot as the second iron fist cut an arc through empty air.  midori held her balance with the raise of her hand; light emitted in a spark before blasting out in a fury of magic and feathers.  blinding, yes, but she could hear the consequence of her attack; metal singed and tore apart beneath the pressure.  the scout retreated and she, too, moved back in a few steps.

a smile was given to nanna’s compassionate voice.  midori’s brows furrowed but she laughed warmly, raising a hand in a wave towards her fellow companion.  she called forth the magic of her mind, incantation light on her tongue.

midori! rolls d20 = 20! ‘recover’ heals nanna excellently, ( 8 + 2 ) 10 health.   (   nanna hp = 10 / 10   )

“   it’s alright, miss nanna!  here, i’ll take care of your wounds.   ”   a channel opened within her veins, in which she pushed the magic gently to nanna’s body.  from here, she was unable to see if the wounds properly closed but she could feel it; and that was enough to calm her worrying.   “   there!  now you can fight.   ”

@einjelique​ or @stalarmonios​

[salveden]

HONEY! THE MINIONS CAN EXPLODE?! — team 11, iron round

MIDORI’S SMILE WAVERED at the sudden pulsing between her eyes.  she did not stumble, though the ground moved beneath her feet.  her eyes closed, her grip on the heavy staff tightened, then loosened; when she attempted another grip, her fingers closed around air.  midori opened her eyes and choked back a gasp.  whether of amazement or fear, she could not spend time identifying the feeling when there were massive hunks of metal in front of her.  like... massive massive!  and there were multiple of them—   four, to be exact.  but the one in the back, behind some flickering veil that seemed cast around it, looked like the baddest guy there.

fists clenched, midori swallowed and whispered,   “   holy sweet cakes, what is that?   ”   then, surprise colored her face in a faint flush.  midori looked down at her hands, finally aware of the lack of weight from the staff.  instead, there was a shield clipped tight by a band around her forearm.  that was... all, really.  despite the oddness of it all, midori couldn’t argue since she adored how the ochain shield flashed a glow of light within its gems every time she shook it!

ochain shield! heals midori for 1hp!   (   midori hp = 10 / 10   )

a groan of metal sounded in front of them and midori turned towards her team, smiling bright and hopeful,   “   i’ll go first!  watch my back, friends.   ”   she was sure that, even if something went wrong, her teammates would be there to cover her mistake.  so, determined and bright-eyed, midori turned back towards the beasts of metal and raised her hands.  the weight of the shield made it a slight struggle but it was nothing that she couldn’t handle—   nothing would compare to the travel case she carried daily!

midori! rolls d20 = 7! ‘seraphim’ critically hits, 4 damage!   (   radio scout: bulwark a hp = 6 / 10   )

the incantation fell from her lips in an easy roll of enunciation.  at the call, light burst from midori’s hands and enveloped in an explosion around the closest scout beast.  if she looked close enough, peered through the brightness of the spell, then she would guess that there had been a flicker of feathers from the blast.  angel wings, midori thought, then ignored it at the sound of the scout’s metal whirring and churning.

black ice node! rolls d3 = 1! ‘radio scout: bulwark a has been deactivated!

suddenly, there was silence.  midori blinked wildly; once at the beast, twice at her hands, before whirling around to face her team.  her fists flickered with a faint glow but she paid little mind to them as she shook her hands excitedly.   “   did you guys see that!?  i think it stopped working.   ”   a glance was thrown back to the other two scouts.   “   we might have to do the same to those two, right?   ”

@wolfskintribedaughter , @pheraean , @stalarmonios , @einjelique

[salveden]

A Family Can Be Three Fates Kids, :Lord: And Nanna (Team 11 Bronze Round)

wolfskintribedaughter​:

Velouria is starting to get used to the dream, to the sword within her hand. She feels a bit more steady as more time passes within, her steps less shaky. She’s worried for her friends as the monsters attacks with a giant eruption. But she is not entirely unscathed from it either, fire licking at the edge of her tail. She yelps, instantly falling to the ground and rolling as quick as she can to put it out.

When she stands up again, she winces slightly in pain. Damn, now she feels like the little bit of healing Midori had been able to give her had gone to waste. Her grip on her sword tightens as she realises that her poor little friend has been hurt the most by the beast’s eruption. Her teeth grit and her tail practically stands on end.

She decides to get revenge for Midori, rushing foward to attack the beast once again. Her strength lets her stab roughly into the beast, before she quickly pulls again to run back to avoid any sort of counterattack. She smirks proudly, swinging her sword back. The blood of the beast splatters against the ground from her sword and some sort of crowd seems to roar in praise of her almost kill. Heh… all she cared about was that she got to protect Midori! Who was hopefully doing alright.

Velouria attacks with Steel Sword! Roll 1d20= 16! Hit! | Volcano Beast HP= 2/10

She runs over to Midori, dodging an attack from the beast as she does so, desperate to make sure that her sweet little friend is alright. She pats her head after confirming that her injuries aren’t too severe, glad to see that she’ll probably be fine.

Thunder Beast attacks with Lunging Strike! Roll 1d20= 2! Miss! | Velouria HP= 7/10

“Alright everyone…! That stupid thing is almost dead so just kill it already!” She’s a bit fed up with this stupid thing, especially when it’s hurting her friends! That thing is going to get what’s coming to it!

next: @salveden​ or whoever!

NANNA’S WORDS GUIDED MIDORI’S SMILE, bright with hope and the fueled sparks of a true-born soldier.  because that was what she would always be.  a nurse-soldier first, a child second.  she kept the white magic on her tongue as nanna raced forward, fists raised to crash against molten flesh.  shigure was by her side immediately, kneeling to speak to their wolfskin friend with a sigh that almost made midori giggle in memory.  there had been a time once, just like this, when the three of them found safety amongst themselves in the midst of battle.

“   be careful, shigure!   ”   midori yelled after him as he took the lead, lance high and confidence shining.  despite the hope, his strike did little—   the lance blade hit more air than it did flesh.  the beast’s roar shook the arena, the young apothecary stumbled with the weight of her staff chipping her balance.  she yelped at a sway in her step; shigure’s yell was the only warning she was given before her gaze rose to the glow of the beast’s eyes.  it was closer—   closer.  to her and only her and was it her fault for trembling when the glow stretched across her vision?

volcano beast rolls d20 = 10! ‘eruption’ hits, 2.5 damage!   (   midori hp = 9.5 / 12   )

tears welled in pale eyes at the spew of flames and embers.  she cried out, falling back with the weight of the staff, her cry only louder at the rough press of the fire between the ground and her back.  around them, the echoes of the audience were dizzying.  the ground shook and another roar caused tremors in the earth; midori used the shake to push herself up and out of her stupor.  she sniffled, wiped furiously at her eyes, and stared down at where her staff had fallen.

velouria was by her side when midori picked her staff back up and rose to her feet.   “   i-i’m fine!   ”   she spat out, flushed at the hiss in her voice.  the pat to her head did not fuel her anger—   surprisingly, her frustration found a new source.  she nodded to velouria’s words and turned towards the beast.  it hit her.  she blinked back her tears until they were gone and stepped forward.  it had hit her and she would be damned if she let it stand there all cocky-like!

she has carried more weight than a silly staff; the dead and living had once found a home on her shoulders.  so, when midori shouted to her team and surged forward, first in uncertain steps, her arms handled the staff alike that a two-sided sword.  father told her to think before acting, uncle knew honor as a weapon.  midori remembered as much as the staff was swung and raised in an arch.

“   YOU’RE DONE FOR!   ”

midori! rolls d20 = 20! ‘heavy staff’ critically hits, 5 damage!   (   volcano beast hp = 0 / 10   )

the volcano beast has been defeated!

it was her father’s strength, given to her at birth, that brought the staff up against the bottom of the beast’s head.  a crack echoed out, easily silenced by the screech of the beast.  its throat bobbed, blood swelled beneath the wound but did not burst until the beast was stumbling upon its legs, reeling down towards the arena floor.  midori’s frame shook as the arena trembled once more.

then, as if stunned with insanity, midori laughed.  she threw her head back and laughed loudly, her shoulders shaking in delighted mirth.  when she turned to her teammates, it was with a wide smile; a child’s joy.

still giggling, she gave them a thumbs-up,   “   i have my—   hee hee—    diagnosis. wanna guess what it is?   ”

the bronze round has ended!

[salveden]

A Family Can Be Three Fates Kids, :Lord: And Nanna (Team 11 Bronze Round)

wolfskintribedaughter​:

Velouria startles as she awakens within the arena, blinking in suprise at the sword that has found its way into her hand. She’d really dreamed up a sword as her weapon of choice? How silly! She didn’t even like swords! Ah well. She’ll just have to deal with it for now. Until she dreams up something that’s a little bit more suited to her tastes.

Deep grey eyes dart around the battlefield, observing her teammates and the creature they’re fighting. Oh! Midori and Shigure are here! She waves to them happily, holding up her sword as if to signal that she’ll try and protect them if she has to.

Glancing over the beast, she determines that it’s a pushover and she will surely defeat it easily. Especially with a sword! Since she’s so strong and all. Her only worry is that she’ll end up breaking more weapons, just like she has in the past with some bows, but she figures that since this is a dream that it isn’t as big of a deal. She can just dream up a new one in that case.

Heading the warning that her new redheaded friend shouts, she takes a few wary steps towards the beast before realising that she probably shouldn’t be so wary if she’s going to attack. She darts forward, sword in hand, taking a moment to get used to the weight before swinging it in the beast’s direction. It collides with a solid sound and Velouria feels satisfied as drops of the monster’s blood hit the ground. A win for her first attack with a sword!

Velouria attacks with Steel Sword! Roll 1d20= 13! Hit! | Volcano Beast HP= 7.5/10

Unfortunately for her, the beast decides it’s a good idea to lunge at her in return and she isn’t so lucky with her dodging as with her attacking. She grumbles at she’s dealt a solid blow, sliding back to where Shigure and Midori are still standing. She grits her teeth in pain, shooting her friends a look so they know that she’ll be alright, though she’s going to milk this for all it’s worth sometime later, even if this is a dream.

Volcano Beast attacks with Lunging Strike! Roll 1d20-2= 16! Hit! | Velouria HP= 7/10

“Damn! Redhead over there was right! This thing is strong! Please be careful… hehe…”

to: @einjelique​ or @stalarmonios​

LAST SHE KNEW OF IT, midori was but a struggling captive of sleep, weaving in and out of exhaustion as papers scattered themselves across her desk.  the day had brought no comfort, not an inch of respite even though she attempted to sync her schedule with fódlan’s natural time lapse.  young apothecary shook her head, patted her cheeks, shook her leg, but her eyes remained droopy, her breath still a fleeting rhythm of intakes.  so, she rose from her chair. she rose and turned and hoped to make it to her bed without a stumble but her knee gave out at the sudden weight in her grasp.

when midori snapped her eyes open, her surroundings were not familiar.  something was wrong; the shift had been too heavy, too quick.  she stumbled slightly, glancing down at the staff in her hands as if suddenly aware of fates’ achilles heel cut just for her.  hazel irises blinked back surprise into wavering nonchalance.  there was shouting thrown from above, beyond the crowd of stilling gazes.  though, she was quick to realize the skeleton of their voices was off, they yelled as if their normal voices did not exist.  as if they were made only to cheer and encourage with a monotone rasp and paid enthusiasm.

intelligent gaze searched the arena floor, finding familiars within moments of recognition.   “   shigure, velouria...   ”   her voice trembled but did not break.   “   what are we doing here?  where are we?   ”   though, her companions were not only friends of childhood, for two more stood beside them; two students of the blue lions house—   nanna, one was called.  and that, truly, was all the time she had to look around before the fiery young man was the first to follow the monster’s path.

uh... wait.

“   what is thAT—   VELOURIA!   ”   the gesture to her sword had been the only warning of velouria’s intent; midori stood, stunned, as the wolfskin raced towards the beast, its body a mixture of what seemed molten and smoke.  young apothecary had her hand up the moment velouria caught herself under the beast’s body, pulling from her mind the proper spell.

midori! rolls d20 = 3! heals +1hp!   (   velouria hp = 8 / 10   )

a light emitted its glow from her palm, appearing upon velouria’s body in slight sparks of magic, the barest of flickers.  midori huffed, pulling her hand back to rub it against her shirt.  hopefully, her insistence would halt her trembling, if only for a moment.  she pressed the same hand to velouria’s back after a few seconds, concern deeply settled across her features.

“   velouria, don’t rush in without thinking...   ”   she said, gentle in her scolding of the wolfskin; her next words followed the turn of her head, directed to her fellow companions,   “   i can keep you all healthy until we figure a way out.  still be careful!  i can’t patch you up if you’re dead.   ”   and with that, midori moved away from velouria and tapped the end of her staff against the ground.  determined, yes, but still sleepy, somewhat.

@einjelique & @stalarmonios !!