#alfonse support

[verseandrhyme]

Following his fight with Hilda, if it could even be called that, Alfonse surveys his surroundings to determine his next course of action. Each house's numbers have thinned considerably, with the most still standing under the Golden Deer's banner; it would make sense to focus on reducing them further, and with that in mind cerulean hues fall upon a different head of pink hair this time. "I hope you won't begrudge me for any harm I cause, Mitama," he calls out, swiftly closing the distance to strike with the flat of his sword. [Roll: 11; predicted dmg -1.5 HP (+Atk -Luck). Status: 4 HP]

Her previous fight had been so brief, Mitama was almost ready to joke that she had grown bored on the battlefield. Almost. The amount of deer she saw on the field thinned, and a nagging voice in the back of her brain would not cease reminding her that she had yet to see her house leader after she saw him and that blue prince brawling a while earlier.

(A thought that irritated her to no end as she had made it quite clear to herself following her war that she had enough friends to worry about and she did not need anymore and she should not be worried about Claude of all people and-)

And her thoughts are enough that she misses the swordsman’s approach until he is calling out to her. 

Mitama takes 1.5 + 0.5 damage (Armor Bane). Current HP: 2/4.

Blunt or not, a sword is still a sword and Mitama winces as the strike lands crashing against her. She stumbles back, landing on her butt against the ground and frowning as her hand flies to her arm. Painful. She could not be given the decency of one single non-melee combatant?

“No apologies / for doing what is needed / buy maybe gentle?” She huffs out a laugh and shakes her head. “I will not begrudge you, but Siegbert may...”

Speaking of which, though it came riddled with alcohol, Mitama had memories of the night they all sat around the campfire trading stories and secrets. Hands lighting up with magic once more, Mitama smirked. “Though I am curious. Will you humor me a moment?”

Mitama rolls a 15. Luck boon! Potential damage: 2.

“Never have I ever dodged the question regarding my status.” The question is punctuated with a burst of magic, thrown towards the other.

[bloodthirstymoonstone]

@unwaveriinghearts

“Chin up, boy. If I wanted you dead, I certainly would have killed you.”

Was that a compliment? An attempt to cheer him up??? It was hard to tell, coming from the esteemed general. He patted him on the shoulder, which only served to add to the confusion. 

[verseandrhyme]

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hallomeme (not actually halloween themed)

Mitama thought it a foolish waste of energy to spend time lamenting one's place in life. Everything occurred for a reason, with a purpose. To lament where she had been born, what her life had been, what her life currently was, as therapeutic as it may have been, was a waste of time in the end.

She still wished she was taller as she frowned up at the high shelves of the library.

"Yes, that is the one, thank you!" Mitama takes the book Alfonse holds down to her with a smile and adds it to the growing pile of books carried in her arms. His offer to fetch the books out of her reach had been greatly appreciated. All the ladders were stored on the upper levels the students had no access to...she was worried she was going to have to start climbing shelves to achieve what she wanted.

A book of deep blue with gold lining catches her attention. The Founding of Garreg Mach, the spine read proudly. Mitama pointed that one out as well. "Pardon, just one more request. If you would not mind, that book as well? You will be free to do whatever it is that brought you to the library instead of the training hall after that, thank you!"

[verseandrhyme]

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Non-verbal Meme

At first she thinks nothing of it as she feels a body slump against her. It was a common enough affair amongst those she considered herself close to. She could never count the amount of times she had simply draped herself over a friend and dozed off even if she wanted to.

Then she remembers she is at the Academy, not Hoshido, and that this is far less a common affair for her here.

Her eyes drift over to the other person, scanning them quickly. No signs of injury, nor any other marks of stress. Simply exhausted? She could relate, but she was far from sympathetic.

"I was not aware I had a secondary profession as a wall." She muses out loud, gaze drifting away from Alfonse. The hint is there. If they do not take it, she can always make things more obvious.

And there is the annoying, generous part of her that she really should stop being so liberal with.

"Do you require assistance in returning somewhere? I can make the time to at least ensure you will not be found faded away upon the pavement..."

[minorindech]

As soon as he laid eyes on Bernadetta, Alfonse felt compelled to approach and ask how she was faring. Surely it was difficult for her to engage in such a social event... Through his interactions with the one summoned by Kiran, he knows to try and be as non-threatening as possible lest she panic, so with a glass of water in hand, he makes his way over to the noble. "Excuse me," he starts, holding out the glass for her to potentially accept. "Are you feeling alright?"

Someone was watching.

A shiver up Bernie’s spine let her know it was coming. Someone was watching and she didn’t know who. Bernie began to shake slightly as she scanned the crowd, trying to spot the eyes she could feel on her. What would she do when she found them though? Confront them? No way. Scream? Probably.

She gasps sharply when the voice comes from behind her like always and whips around. Her eyes drop to the glass of water, to their face, and back to the water. Another person she can’t remember, huh...

Tentatively, she takes the water. “Is it poisoned?” She mumbles to herself. She’s quiet for a moment before remembering herself and jumping as she looks up at him again. “I-I’m fine! Just fine! Peachy even! Why are you asking?”