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@solmtinel
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TIMERRA from ENGAGE written by LEON & affiliated with TOA. queen of solm & student of the golden deer house. attending garreg mach in order to become a better queen for the people of solm.
[ muse | mun | stats ]
OooOOooh Intrigue || Claude & Timerra
Mission: House Ordelia || @solmtinel || Mission Season: Infamous
Replace each part of a body, and what do you get?
Well first of all, you get an eldritch abomination that's going to stink something fierce once stuff starts rotting away, but that's a thought Claude keeps to himself, highly doubting it has anything to do with the "riddler's" intended answer. Best to avoid giving people around him the idea that he isn't taking this seriously.
While House Ordelia elders are being kind of ridiculously paranoid, there is a way in which Claude gets it. Between knowing at least bits and pieces about the tragedy that stuck their line some years ago, and understanding a bit too well what it feels like to have a target on your back... yeah, he gets it. He gets it a bit better than he'd like to, anyway.
Still, when another impatient groan sounds behind his back, he has to close his eyes for a moment and take a deep breath before he faces the old man.
"So what are you going to do?!"
Inhale. Exhale. "I'm going to take some time to think about this puzzle to ensure I get it right. Look," he continues immediately before the increasingly panicked guy can interject, "please believe me when I say that I understand your fears, and your safety is our priority. That's why we have some of the best Alliance soldiers present here right now. We've also pulled international minds to help us crack this," he adds, gesturing with his head towards Timerra and flashing her a light smile. "But - I know this is hard for you to believe right now, but - shooting blindly and missing can in fact be worse than doing nothing at all. We have to investigate this before we start throwing around accusations. A few days, okay?"
Motioning for Timerra to follow him, he doesn't speak again until the door closes behind them, at which point he lets out a sigh that sounds like he'd been keeping it in for three hours.
"... It's not that I don't understand how they feel, but with everyone thinking first and foremost about their own safety, it's getting hard to focus when there's only one of me," he notes with a shake of his head. In spite of his apparent exasperation, when he looks to her again, there's a little spark in his eyes.
"That aside, what do you think about this? If you think of any questions about the Alliance that would help you understand the situation, feel free to ask."
standing behind claude while he tries to mediate the whole situation, timerra stifles a yawn. she normally wouldn't have agreed to do this kind of thing— it was way above her pay grade and such a flip of solm's ideals that were only just starting to change— but the chance to pick the mind of the future alliance leader wasn't lost on her.
and she would like to keep innocent people from getting murdered, even if they weren't her own.
that being said, these elders have been giving her shifty glances the whole morning, clearly displaying their distrust of her. she raises a brow when claude flashes a smile at her. international mind, he calls her. how fancy. the elder gives another distrusting glance her way.
she can't really do anything about their distrust of her— nor does she really have the desire to do so. she gives the elder a lighthearted salute then follows claude's back into another room.
"well, if you prove yourself here they'll trust your guidance more in the future." international mind queen timerra from solm stretches her arms up and behind her as soon as they're alone. "the only path forward is to figure this thing out."
she does actually want him to succeed, despite mostly being here to pick his brain apart. so when he asks for her opinion, she dives straight into helping him out. "does the alliance have any targets on its back?" timerra hums, placing a hand on her hip. "how's it's relationships with its' neighbors? are there any nobles in the alliance itself that might have reason to not trust its current leaders?"
sweet! sweet! sweety sweet sweets... aw yeah!
+ gauntlet || epidemic
Every creative outlet is a new way to express one's innermost vision. That's why Ophelia dabbles in every one she learns of - there's no limit to her potential if she's consistently trying new things. Thinking this way, Ophelia is constrained only by the stars that guide her, and they're so vast she'll be growing forever!
The seminar is held in a large room. Each person is instructed to find an apron and a place to seat, and before Ophelia can so much as greet the dark-skinned beauty beside her, the instructor begins their sermon.
They are positioned at tables in pairs, and Ophelia hangs on to each word poetically describing how the gift of affection must be created by affection, before she enthusiastically directs the students attending to try and find affection in their new partnership, if only for the session. She gives a space for the pairs to introduce themselves and learn a bit about each other as some assistants begin doling out ingredients to each table.
Ophelia's partner is colorfully dressed and carries a lively glimmer in her eyes, and Ophelia knows at once that bonding with this woman will be an easy task for her.
“Ahoy!” Ophelia greets her at last, beaming, “Your partner in pastisserie is none other than Ophelia Dusk - sorceress to the stars, and for now, humble chocolatier.”
She winks. “Your outfit is almost as colorful as the sweets for sale outside, so I'm already confident our chocolate will be of preeminent caliber.”
@solmtinel
the student she's seated next to is attention-catching to say the least. timerra couldn't ignore her even if she wanted to.
they should have said something on the brochure for this class about needing pairs! she would have gone with panette had she known, or the divine, or heck even the foge.
well when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. she'll just get a new friend out of this one. "sorceress to the stars, huh?" she laughs lightheartedly. "nice to meet you, lady dusk. if you don't mind me calling you that of course.. i'm timerra— from the golden deer house."
"i don't think i could ask for a better partner." she winks, happily soaking up ophelia's cheery disposition.
"have you ever made chocolate before?" queen hums, picking up one of the aprons handed out to her and the rest of the students at the beginning of the class as she speaks. "i'm a total pro at cooking meat, so i figured this couldn't be too hard. i know you have to be super delicate with the heat and cooking time in comparison though."
if you ever see me fighting in the forest with a grizzly bear...
HELP THE BEAR! | chrom and timerra hunt a bear
With the Battle of Eagle and Lion encroaching, Chrom was somewhat determined to host a bit of a camping trip for the three houses; another means of building camaraderie before the students of the various houses threw themselves at one another for the sake of combat. Gods knows that some could get lost in the competitive vortex.
The trip itself was easy to set up. Tents, sleeping bags, various supplies for setting up campfires and food to survive. It was merely two days and a night that they were able to get permission for, but that much was enough to form something of a bond - especially if the endeavor was successful.
And there was some level of success in the matter; a good few students signed up to come, and Chrom was rather happy to see the turnout. That was really all he could ask for, and what he could ask for further was the camping trip in question to go forward without any imminent danger; any amount of danger might prevent Chrom from being able to do something like this ever again.
Now, hours into the trip, after traversing and hiking alongside one another, and well after the setting sun kissed the surface for one final time for the day, the night sky greets everyone. The other two professors set off to set camp a bit away, and Chrom begins to set camp alongside the three students with him, making idle instructive chatter as he does.
“Be sure to keep proper watch when we head to bed. I believe bears lurk in this part of the area and we wouldn’t want to disturb them if it could be helped.” He lets out a chuckle, and two of the students seem a bit unnerved at the idea, opting to go to bed fairly quickly when everything is all set up. ‘Was that too much for a warning?’
To the one student who remains awake, Chrom smiles. “You know, I’ve eaten bear before. It’s very gamey, and honestly you have to be a good bit careful with hunting it down. Have you ever eaten bear before?”
@solmtinel
a camping trip with a professor? timerra jumped at the very idea of it— camping was like her go to hobby that she could enjoy with not much worry. plus, there were gonna be other students. maybe they could sing a campfire song together.
well, that's what she hoped for, but when the students get scared off by the whole bear thing she knows her dream is down the gutter.
"whaat? you guys are going to sleep? that totally defeats the purpose of camping!" timerra yells after them. her yelling doesn't convince any of them to stay.
"ugh, what fuddy duddies." she huffs, crossing her arms. timerra closes her eyes. if the other students are going to sleep then there's probably no point for the professor to be up with her.
he betrays her expectations. she blinks, looking up at him in surprise and taking a moment to register his attempt at starting a conversation.
"you've had bear before?" timerra's already sparkly gaze sparkles harder as she leans forward, ever the connoisseur in whatever meat she could get her hands on. "maan, i'm jealous." she sighs, leaning back and placing her hands on the ground behind her. "i've had all sorts of meat, but bears aren't native to solm so i've never had bear before." she pauses then leans forwards again, placing her fist in her palm.
"hey professor, you said bears lurk in this area right? i bet we could hunt one pretty easy!"
we're not stuck in the saw trap. the saw trap is stuck with us — izana & timerra
infamous 2026 — axe +1
"ugh, my head is killing me..." solm's queen grumbles as she slowly wakes, sitting up and rubbing the back of her head. last thing she remembered was
the room she's in is dirty and moldy and— ugh, what is that smell? her face involuntarily scrunches as she looks around at her surroundings. there seemed to be nothing here aside from a single door and— she glances behind her— a man she doesn't know the name of.
the only thing keeping her from thinking he's the one who brought her here is the fact that she's seen him working for the church. before she met the divine one she would have abandoned him to save herself, but...
timerra sighs and gets up, then kneels over him to check his breathing. she can feel a pulse too— she's glad she wasn't put in here with a corpse at least.
"hey big guy!" she smacks his shoulder not so gently, leaning over him so that he'd get a big ol closeup of her face when he wakes up himself. "how long are you gonna sleep for? wake up!"
@izanagifortune
wanted plots — march 2026
aka month of the golden deer yippee (hows that boel w going fellow deer). timerra is a golden deer so she's eligible for any of the prompts. i'll also include veyle and edain's wanted plots in here as well.
plots below the read more!
march 2026 → passed
skill points → 16 to 18
lance → C+(1/2) to B(1/2)
newly acquired items → knowledge gem (boel 2026)
newly acquired weapons → brave lance
newly acquired abilities → wary fighter
(currently not officially claimed)
WHAT ENTERS THE ROOM BEFORE YOU DO? (TIMERRA)
THE HUMOR
You arrive sideways. A half-smile. A well-timed comment. An ease that curves the energy of the room just enough to make it livable. You don’t force attention, you invite it, lightly. Humor is how you test the ground. How you check for safety. How you step into spaces without startling yourself. People think it’s effortless. It’s not. It’s perceptive. Strategic. Kind. And when you drop the humor - when your voice steadies and the joke doesn’t come - people listen. Because they know now: this matters.
Colours: Soft gold, muted coral, cigarette smoke grey
Scene: Sitting at a crowded table, laughter blooming around you, eyes briefly serious when no one’s looking.
[ TXT ] : call me, i need your voice
[ TXT ] : no one will do ain't no mountain high enough with me here cuz this karaoke joint is full of COWARDS!!!!
[ TXT ] : I'll put you on speakerphone!!!
texting ask meme
[ TXT ] bruh
[ TXT ] i can't just drop everything for karaoke
[ TXT ] actually yes i can
[ TXT ] give me like five minutes
[ TXT ] you owe me boba later tho
[ TXT ] : sorry, i think you have the wrong number!
that said, this does sound rather juicy... [ TXT ] : 👀 for what it's worth, i think you should text them back. [ TXT ] : you never know what'll happen!
texting ask meme
[ TXT ] oh crap!! what the heck!!
[ TXT ] ur literally my bff's number neighbor
[ TXT ] im still asking my bff but i'll keep what u said in mind
[ TXT ] ill update u if i remember this number exists later
[ TXT ] : what do you mean you're at the hospital??
[ TXT ] : timerra what did you do
[ TXT ] : you said you were going to swim at the lake!!! how did you get hurt that bad!!!! TIMERRA!!!!
texting ask meme
[ TXT ] teehee
[ TXT ] its sooooo totally fine alear
[ TXT ] panette and merrin were supervising <3
[ TXT ] oh if you visit me tho can you get mcdonalds on the way here
[ TXT ] the hospital food sucks ass
✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝑻𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬 . ( a collection of texting prompts. feel free to change phrasing. potentially mature content within. )
[ TXT ] : why are you still awake?
[ TXT ] : hey, where did you go?
[ TXT ] : it's getting bad again.
[ TXT ] : guess i'll just sit in bed. alone. by myself.
[ TXT ] : you can't ignore me forever.
[ TXT ] : i can't stop thinking about you.
[ TXT ] : just saw i called you last night. how'd that go?
[ TXT ] : i really need someone right now.
[ TXT ] : we need to make plans asap.
[ TXT ] : have you seen the news?
[ TXT ] : you were blackout drunk.
[ TXT ] : testing to see if you blocked my number...
[ TXT ] : do you know anything about doing stitches?
[ TXT ] : just please let me know you're okay.
[ TXT ] : did you forget we had plans?
[ TXT ] : i know you see my messages, your read receipts are on.
[ TXT ] : meet me at [ location ], it's important.
[ TXT ] : do you need comfort, to vent, or a solution?
[ TXT ] : is there anything i should bring?
[ TXT ] : call me. please, it's important.
[ TXT ] : i can't sleep.
[ TXT ] : have you eaten today?
[ TXT ] : you are always going to be my priority.
[ TXT ] : i haven't seen you around in awhile.
[ TXT ] : i had a dream about you last night.
[ TXT ] : the names are gonna get mean if you don't text me back.
[ TXT ] : at the risk of sounding cliche, what are you wearing?
[ TXT ] : just say the word and i'll drop everything.
[ TXT ] : do you seriously not remember?
[ TXT ] : come to the front door.
[ TXT ] : have you been drinking?
[ TXT ] : how do you feel after last night?
[ TXT ] : are you up? please be up.
[ TXT ] : you looked beautiful today.
[ TXT ] : i have so much to tell you.
[ TXT ] : no one's heard from you. are you okay?
[ TXT ] : who is this?
[ TXT ] : are you taking care of yourself?
[ TXT ] : thought i'd reach out and see how you're doing.
[ TXT ] : i miss the taste of your lips.
[ TXT ] : that kiss was really nice.
[ TXT ] : stop acting so high and mighty.
[ TXT ] : i left my [ item ] at your place.
[ TXT ] : are we still fighting?
[ TXT ] : i need help and i can't go to the hospital.
[ TXT ] : are you thinking about me too?
[ TXT ] : call me, i wanna hear your voice.
[ TXT ] : i don't want to talk to you.
[ TXT ] : what do you have to lose?
[ TXT ] : you don't have to ask, i'm already on my way.
[ TXT ] : i want to take a nap on you.
[ TXT ] : even if you called 6 months later at 3am, i'd answer.
[ TXT ] : what's my name in your phone?
[ TXT ] : how's trying to forget about me going?
[ TXT ] : i have nobody else to ask.
[ TXT ] : what do you mean you're at the hospital??
[ TXT ] : sorry, i think you have the wrong number.
[ TXT ] : good morning! you up yet?
[ TXT ] : do i sense sarcasm in your tone?
[ TXT ] : you start your day at 2pm?
[ TXT ] : you need MY help?
[ TXT ] : stop texting me.
[ TXT ] : i'll leave that up to your imagination.
[ TXT ] : are you asking me to sneak out?
[ TXT ] : when will i see you again?
[ TXT ] : if you come over, i'll order us a pizza.
[ TXT ] : are we ever going to talk about it?
[ TXT ] : can you come get me out of here?
[ TXT ] : you mean like ... a BODY - body?
[ TXT ] : it's just been one thing after another lately.
[ TXT ] : forgiving and forgetting is harder than it sounds.
[ TXT ] : i want your legs wrapped around my head.
[ TXT ] : call me when you wake up.
[ TXT ] : what are you doing that's more important than me?
[ TXT ] : i'm out of town right now.
🧃"Here darling! Once you've rested up and been cleared by the healers, make sure you go back out to cheer on your classmates!"
"hm?" timerra looks up at the woman that presents her with a juice box, most of her injuries tended to already. "oh hey, thanks!" she grins, happily taking the juice box.
she'd already had one before, but looking at the carton presents a different flavor for her to look forward to. "you don't have to tell me that twice." timerra laughs. "my sibby is out there still fighting, actually. i'd be watching right now but these healers are sooo fussy over me."
you just drop in and you smack the lip WHABANG— caspar & timerra
"The reach is the hard part for me!"
Swinging a pole around that's longer than his own body is a whole different set of movements than what Caspar's more used to. Not to mention the constant hit to the ego over being shorter than his own weapon. Then again, now that he's right beside Timerra again, it really seems like...
A flattened hand measures the crown of his own head, then moves it out a few inches toward her.
"Wait, you're about as tall as I am, aren't you?"
He leans in a little bit closer. His voice isn't quiet, but the raspy quality implies he's actively attempting to keep the volume in check.
"How do you handle all the weight being so far away when you hold it? It always feels like I'm gonna fall over!"
"huh? i guess i am, yeah." she says after a slow blink. she'd never been self conscious about her height, so she hadn't noticed until now.
"you can use that weight to your advantage, though. it makes the impact so much stronger." she tilts her head— was a lance really that heavy to him? "like when i smacked into you when we first started fighting out there." she mimics her hand placement, driving an imaginary lance into the ground. "my lance basically acts like a counterweight for that one— but it's not so heavy that i can't pull it out of the ground with me. "
"if i wanted to i could have driven my lance into your guts when you landed on your back. like so." she gestures with her imaginary lance by lifting and then thrusting it downward at an angle. "but like..." she hums, pulling back and pressing her index finger to her bottom lip. "this is a mock battle, not a war. i'm not trying to seriously injure or kill anyone like that here."
Timerra is probably the easiest quarry to identify in the med tent. Even between clerics bustling hither and thither, and with the influx of losers now also entering, Timerra's brightly-colored garb shines like a beautiful lodestone amongst the monastery's grays and whites. Ophelia has no trouble finding her.
“Fair tidings, Timerra!” she greets, completely sunny. “How fare thee after that match? Your dance was simply dazzling, and you certainly softened up that Beagle boy.”
She offers a small laugh. “Forrest bade me check in on the others disqualified. Do you need any assistance?”
"ah, the lady of the hour— ophelia dusk." timerra places her hands on her hips, saying her name with all the mystique that it deserves.
"let me guess, forrest— the one with the fabulous hair? they took you out, didn't they?" that's the only outcome she can imagine. with the retainer liege relationship that they seemed to have, she can't see forrest allowing anyone else take ophelia off the battlefield.
"nah, i'm good. clerics already treated me." she doesn't say anything about how they were all eyeing her with contempt whenever they passed by her now. it wasn't her fault that they couldn't handle her energy.
"don't forget to take care of yourself too, ya hear?" she slaps ophelia lightly on the shoulder. "i'm sure forrest wouldn't want you to get yourself hurt trying to take care of others." she knows she would think that way about merrin or panette.
you just drop in and you smack the lip WHABANG— caspar & timerra
moved from (here) @berglietz
the cleric blanches upon realizing another timerra has essentially entered the ring. they press a finger to their temple and then decide to walk away for the sake of their own sanity.
"whaaat!? are you kidding me? lances are awesome!" she gasps, only mildly offended but playing it up— it's hard to be angry at a guy so genuine about his love for fighting.
she grins, genuinely, hearing him try to explain what he would do now that he knows a few of the moves she likes to use with a lance.
"weell i guess i can forgive you for not liking them until now if i was the one that changed your mind." timerra leans back, holding her arms behind the back of her head.
"i can't tell you everything. that would be giving away solmese secrets. i can tell you that lances are really versatile. so many of the people that use lances here don't use that versatility enough." she huffs, rolling her eyes. "there's more to it than just keeping your enemy out of reach!"
“Boss!” Panette immediately runs over upon spotting her. Or, tries to, then does a sort of fast walk as to not overexert her injuries. “So, we both were bested quite early? It is a shame. We could have given this monastery a dual for the ages if we met on the battlefield.” She chuckles. “Was your time battling enjoyable at the very least? Mine was quite bizarre. Me, Emblem Micaiah and Griss, pitted against Emblem Leif and two of his allies. I could scarcely believe my eyes when our scuffle started out.”
"panette!" timerra grins in return upon the sight of her dear retainer— covered in injuries but just as energetic as she always has been. "just what i was thinking—" she laughs. "if this were the real battlefield they'd be doneso. you'd take out half the competition by yourself!"
her expression sours, though, at the mention of griss. "ugh, the monastery is really letting a guy like that participate?" she hopes the other students that fought him didn't have to deal with his weirdo behavior.
"mm, well— yeah, i had fun. not sure if you've met him but i had a good one on one duel with caspar. he seemed to be having fun like i was."
she thinks for a moment of the expression on his face when she first attacked him. "you should have seen the way he reacted to my good ol' dropkick. knocked him flat on his back before he could even blink!"
