#atta's rps

[atterria-the-tactician]

Printemps [Ragnar | Atterria]

ragnar-the-paladin: 

"Ah, there you are, miss. I was sent by your... leader, Chrom to speak with you about completing the application for joining the Shepherds. My interview with Chrom was short, perhaps to much so. I suppose you will be conducting a more in depth consultation? Oh, how rude of me t not introduce myself. I am Ragnar Hosenfeld of Plegia."

            「♟♞♖」 Short aquamarine stands suddenly bounced about when the tactician raised her head suddenly from the records books she had been 'reviewing'. There was a smudge of black inked texted on cheek, which went unnoticed by her... Atterria did make to quickly but casually wipe the minor amount of drool that had sneaked from her lower lip.    

                ”Ah yes," she tried to act casual and not give hint of the yawn in her tone, "he did mention something on the matter." At least, it sounded familiar... she had been falling asleep during her prior conversation with the prince, "please take a seat."     

                The strategist raised her hand, offering him an empty seat across from makeshift table, "I apologize ahead of time... I'm not at all prepared at the moment," there were visible dark circles under her eyes, "you wouldn't happen to have a note from Chrom to myself, would you? He usually sends his notes after he has new recruits seek me out... but... he tends to forget at times..." Not that she was any different, she would occasionally forget too, but at least she had an excuse... sort of. 

[atterria-the-tactician]

All The World's A Stage [ Atterria | Emmeryn ]

          「♟♞♖」 "My name is Atterria, my favorite color is blue… I can use swords and tomes, and are quite good with them too…” The woman stared down at her hands, “Chrom found me on the wayside outside the Ylissean capital and… and…I’m a Shepherd now… I’m the Shepherd’s Tactician now.”

          These were the worlds the young teal haired woman kept repeating herself over and over again, ever since she had first arrived in Ylistole. This was all Atterria knew of herself, and this was all she had to cling onto to. While she was more than happy that Chrom and his family had welcomed her so openly, in addition to some of the other Shepherds… there was one thing that still weighed heavily on the blue eyed female.That dream.

          “Was it more than just that?” She asked herself, her head in her hands and she looked down at the grass below. “No… it was nothing more.”

          On nights such as these, Atterria found that slept simply would not claim her even at such a late hour… she would come here to the palace's atrium to sit in this exact spot on the bench. It had only been two weeks since meeting Chrom and arriving in Ylistole, and while he had assured her that she would feel right at home in no time… the Prince’s words had yet to come true.

          There were still so many unanswered questions, there was so much Atterria wanted and needed to know. Both about the world she had woken up in… and about herself. Where was she from? Did she have a home? A family? Friends? Would anyone recognize her if she went out looking?

          “This is hopeless,” she sighed in frustration, glaring up at the stars in the sky, “absolutely hopeless!”

          If there were truly any gods in the skies above, there were not very kind for forsaking her in such a way. ‘Twas cruel to strip a person of their memories because by default, they were stripping them of the very person those experiences had created. Here she was, nothing more than an empty book, and while most may have found it as a blessing, she wasn't entirely sure that she was. Quite the contrary, she was a bit afraid of having to begin anew, especially if any troubles from her past came back to haunt her.

          Just like the dream.

[nobunaga-the-warlord]

Leaning back in his chair he thought of  a reply that would end up with the least amount of yelling from the teal haired beauty. Atterria was one of few Shepherds he respected after all. It was one… acquaintanceship he was reluctant to put a strain on. “We were merely discussing the fate of Roseanne after I retake the throne. He didn’t appreciate what I had planned.” 

[atterria-the-tactician]

        「♟♖♞」 There was no verbal response on her part aside from the an audible groan, it was going to be one of THOSE days again. If the Grandmaster didn't know any better, she would say that her colleague took some pleasure in riling up the Rosannean Duke.

        "Nobunaga, why must you continue this?" Atterria placed on hand on her hip and used the other to brush back some bangs, "I would think you to be above picking petty fights with your comrades."

[npcguardsmen-archive-blog]

Down to Business [ Atterria | The Ylissean Guard ]

Grey flinched a little- barely noticeable, but it was there.  Still, arguing would do no good- the person before him was the Shepherd’s best tactician- perhaps the best tactician, period.  He gave her a salute- mind already working on exercises and drills- and mock scenarios.  There would be a lot of work to do if he had fallen as far as she had hinted at…

"Ma’am.  I’ll get it done.  This I swear."

[atterria-the-tactician]

Stern sapphire eyes fell upon the individual who spoke, "you would do good to keep your word." Atterria took a step closer to him, even with her shorter height, she stood tall and unyielding. "I will be keeping a close eye on your progress, dilly dallying is prohibited. I am almost regretful to inform that for the next two weeks, your platoon will be placed under probation until your performance improves."

Atterria drew one of the rolled up papers under her am, and handed it to the captain. "This is lists all my requirements that you must meet before the fourteen days are up. Fail to reach them, and there will be consequences." Atterria crossed her arms under her chest, "have I made myself clear?"

[the-noblest-of-dukes]

And So The Foreigners Met [ Virion | Atterria ]

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“Sacrebleu!My sincerest apologies, milady, ‘twas not my intention to furrow your brow in such confusion! A très belle femme such as yourself should not furrow your brow in such a manner. Here, allow me to vanquish such an unfitting expression for your delicate features by graciously introducing my most humble self! I am the noblest of nobles and the archest of archers, Virion. Je suis entièrement à votre service!”

[atterria-the-tactician]

     「♟♖♞」 Blue eyes continued to blink in confusion, there was a strangely dressed man speaking to her in some strange language. She wasn't sure if she should respond or back away slowly, yet, at the same time, something in the back of her head told her to wait. As the gears turned in her head, she finally realized that this was the same man she had met not too long after being... discovered. Had he not been the same individual that had joined her along with the others on that fairy battlefield littered with the walking dead? Yes, she was sure of it!

          "You're the archer," Atterria began, "that received a thrust kick from Sully, no?"

[atterria-the-tactician]

The Drinking Game: Round II [ The Vaike | Atterria ]

enterthevaike: 

"Nah, nah, trust me! Just let it sink in, this stuff’s strong even for me!"

     「♟♖♞」At first, she said nothing, her face practically went blue after hearing his words.

          "I'm not going to die... am I?" Her eye remained wide and held a hint of fear, "oh gods... why did I agree to this?!"

[silent-rider-deactivated2014103]

Reeking Box [ Atterria | Gerome ]

Gerome clenched his jaw as he listened to the woman’s broken explanation. “Unlabeled box? You don’t open anything unlabeled!” the rider growled as he ran beside her. The box was no doubt a Reeking box. What else would cause Risen to spawn?

He turned his head a second later to see what the woman was looking at, only to see the arrows flying towards them. Damn. The arrows were knocked away by the stranger’s sword before they could pierce flesh. Not long until more arrows.

"Agreed." The needed cover, or they would be pincushions in a matter of minutes. Searching the area frantically as the duo ran, the rider spotted a heap of boulders at the edge of the forest. Not the best, but it’ll do. "Here!" Gerome shouted, making a swift turn towards the boulders.

[atterria-the-tactician]

     「♟♖♞」Amidst the chaos, Atterria spared enough time to give a quick but defensive response to the Wyvern Rider, “I needed to see— what was inside!”

     It was a daily ritual of hers, check every box that entered and exited the campgrounds be it small or large. The one that had resulted in this horde had been a small once; hence she saw no reason to view it as a threat though now that she thought about it. It had been somewhat suspicious that it had been delivered to her outside of the campgrounds, when she had been on one of her usual outings, and here she had foolishly assumed it to be a gift at first. Some ‘gift’ it turned out to be.

     The tactician was snapped out her thoughts by the Wyvern Rider’s sudden command; she followed his line of sight and instantly understood. Boulders would hardly keep the Risen away but at least it would partially eliminate the direct threat of those who wielded bows. Nevertheless, it would provide them with enough cover for her to concoct a plan, even if it was only the two of them, Atterria was more than confident she could figure out a way to get out of this.

     “Right,” she called back and pressed forward, letting her legs carry her at top speed.

     When Gerome took cover and Atterria followed pursuit, she quickly tossed herself against one of the boulders and allowed herself a few brief seconds to catch her breath. However, she did not forget for a second about the constant looming threat pounding their way towards the pair; it was difficult to dismiss when their constant howling filled the air.

     “You wouldn’t—“ she breathed, “happen to have—a weapon?”

     Atterria casually tilted her head to face the masked young man, the grandmaster had her weapon but she would be unable to fight them all on her own alone. Hence why she had ran, but now, they were no longer on an open field and considering how many boulders littered the area, provided a point of advantage for them. That was, assuming Gerome knew how to properly conduct Guerilla Warfare.

     “We can pick them off—one by one—“ she explained further, “they won’t cross— so easily with all these— rocks.”

[convxntus--archived-blog]

A Date Not Forgotten [ Fionn | Atterria ]

[ ♕ ]       “Oi, you’re lucky I could remember it even with all the reminders." She chuckled.

[ ♕ ]       “If I knew your birthday was coming up, I would have made you a present. Tell me, do you prefer swords or tomes?”

[atterria-the-tactician]

     「♟♖♞」 "If you speak in regards to weapons, then yes.When words alone are not enough to dispel conflict, I find that the use of a sword is a very good way to cut through the disagreement."

     "With that said, do not feel inclined to provide a gift for the occasion. There is no physical item in existence that I could possibly want, just knowing today's significance and... and receiving warm wishes is more than enough. Truly, but I thank you for the sentiment."