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[futurerequiem]

At least there was one familiar name in the register among the bunch of students she was expected to keep an eye on. "Hey." Charlotte's voice was quiet enough to avoid attracting attention while she wasn't bright and smiling. She crossed her arms and huffed impatiently, looking away as she tapped her foot. "Try not to do anything stupid out there that'll get you hit or something, will ya?"

Lucina finds it interesting how Charlotte switches between two different personalities seamlessly. 

Of course, most of, if not all, her interactions with the knight were with her more... direct personality, which Lucina didn’t mind. She prefers the brutal honesty she gives rather than a kind facade.

She smiles wryly. "I will try my best Lady Charlotte." of course, she couldn’t promise anything.

[prhyst]

🎄

Rhys was still getting used to this tradition. It was sweet in nature, but he usually wasn’t one to get quite that close to people on first meeting. It was good though, to reach out.

“Hello.” He smiled. “You’re a knight, so that would make us coworkers. If you ever need vulneraries or anything, I make a lot of healing items.” Right right, the kiss. He thought about trying for a cheek kiss but chickened out, instead taking her hand in his. “Er, may I? Mistletoe, you know.”

With a light kiss, he was on his way.

[nagaficat]

🎄!

Deirdre's eyes widen at the sight of Charlotte. Perhaps this type of dress was common where she was from. The knight certainly looks lovely in it. Deirdre can't help but wonder what she might look like if she adopted the same style. She imagines it must get awfully cold.

It takes her a moment before she notices the mistletoe they both now stand under. She blushes and awkwardly points up at it before giving the other woman a quick peck on the cheek and darting off.

[futurerequiem]

🍪!

pocky game

"Pocky game?" Lucina tilts her head. She had heard a few other students mention something about a Pocky game, with Charlotte being the first one to approach her to play the game.

"It sounds simple enough." She says, once the rules are explained, and she bites the other end of the Pocky.

It's a silly little game, but Lucina is determined to win. She nibbles on her end and stares at Charlotte.

The knight is very pretty.

Lucina breaks off before they can meet in the middle, and plants a kiss to the side of Charlotte's lips before pulling away. She's sure she's blushing.

A simple kiss to the cheek would have sufficed, but Lucina doesn't know what possessed her to press a kiss so close to the other's lips.

Still, she smiles. "It appears I've been defeated."

[radiantpriamos]

🍪!

“Glad we don’t have to throw these things, huh?” That whole lance ordeal was far from an ideal way to meet someone. He wouldn’t say no to food under any circumstance though, or to the challenge that came with it.

The game started off well enough. Priam could keep pace with her… but a few bites in he paused, suddenly distracted.

It occurred to him that she was very close- this was obvious, but it still made him freeze like a startled deer.

In that time, she advanced.

Priam didn’t surrender but nor could he call that a win. If their lips met it was such a light blur he couldn’t be sure. “I- well I didn’t lose.” He never lost, right? He fought down the blush that was threatening to rise on his cheeks. “That’s right, it’s a draw!”

[desolatedking]

“Fuck off, this is private property!”

Terrible First Meeting Starters | accepting

“What are you talking about?” Fáfnir’s response was immediate, instinctive - hostility conditioned to meet hostility. A box had been tucked away beside a table at the back of the knight’s hall, appearing to be hardly more than additional supplies forgotten for who-knows-long here, but his reflection in this woman’s eyes was that of a thief and she looked half-ready to lunge. He drummed his fingers on its lid like a taunt, his other hand one swift motion from the hilt of his blade.

“This box?” He glanced toward it. “As far as I’m concerned, it’s in a public space. I can’t imagine I’m the only one who has tried to open it, unless your sole job is to sit in here and stand guard over it all day.” It was by chance that his eyes found the insignia of the Knights of Seiros through the distraction of the rest of her nontraditional uniform, and there they lingered, generating more questions than he cared to ask. “What a waste of… whatever this is.”

[unmasqued]

maelstrom

steel round // @bcmbshellblcnde, @pirrhyc, @galateaindustria​

          It’s not easy this time. He can feel it in the gravity of the stage before them, playing out in slow motion. It’s never easy, but this time is— a roar erupts, interrupting his train of thought and summoning every ounce of attention on it. The beast before them is abyssmal—it even matched him with a damned brave axe. He’s not done fighting, but it made him feel as though they were all suddenly rocketed up three level difficulties. And that’s fine. They’d be fine. They just needed to work harder than before. 

Gerome rolled 17, 4. Hit! Miss! Pavice, reaction. Fortress Beast’s HP: 18.5/20 HP

          He begins silently. It’s all or nothing with him, but it’s better that he forced everything he’s got into the first roll in. Coming down with a piercing strike through the chest, he immediately thrusted a second slash upward. To his disappointment... no, his utter paranoia, the second slash barely does even a scratch to the thing, leaving Gerome wide open to the same fate he had laid before him. He gritted his teeth, as a momentary flicker of his lashes was enough for the beast to swipe at him in a strike that certainly should have killed him.

Fortress beast rolled 18+2 and 1+2. Hit! Miss! Gerome’s HP: 6.5 / 10 HP

          He felt every last one of his nerves shoot up in volcanic pain, as the critical hit dashed him of most of his senses. All that was left was this dizzying pain, that erupted from his pores and left him stinging. He... he really needed to watch out for those Brave Axe hits... Coughing up a lung, Gerome lunged back before the beast could swipe him again. It was all luck that saved him from a cruel fate...

          “You must watch out!” He commanded, clutching his chest as though the projection had truly left him bleeding. For an illusion, he sure was spilling quite the comical amount of... Never mind. He wouldn’t think about it. With the snap of that person’s fingers, it would all be over in a flash. 

          “Strike from a distance, if you must!” 

          Gerome thinks of his companions, who were fortunately not watching from the stands or anything. And he’s glad for it. It wouldn’t do for him to showcase his failures like this... But with this running start, Gerome wasn’t sure if he’d survive to the next round. Tsk. There was no need for thoughts of loss before the battle even began! He scoured his mind of all weak, crippling ideas, and forced them into submission. No... He mustn’t let his team down.

[disgracedvessel]

Something in the Dark [Julius, Ferdinand & Charlotte]

Phantasmagoria starter for @exemplaris & @bcmbshellblcnde

This wasn’t anything to write home about. The old shack that had been rented out for the festivities hardly looked old enough to be a home to anything beyond a few dusty cobwebs and skittering rats, yet the line for the “haunted experience” trailed nearly to the market square. With arms crossed, Julius peered up at the lopsided windows that had been painted onto the front face of the building. Not even the eyes not-so-subtly drawn into a corner of one of the panes made his skin crawl like they should have, but perhaps he had long been desensitized to horror, steeped in the ghastly visions of Loptous’ magic like he was.

“Get in line, kid.”

“I’m not in line,” Julius hissed to the man who ushered him none-too-gently toward the rest of the students awaiting entry, but it hadn’t been a question. The attendant, mind and attention elsewhere, pushed him despite the way he dug in his heels and, when the line was made neat again, turned away from Julius before he could fire all the vitriol he had prepared. He huffed loudly like a deflated balloon and looked up at the mansion again, which loomed less than it simply sat exposed beneath the mid-afternoon sun. Well, he was here now.

“You three,” came another voice, and Julius found himself once more pushed along to another part of the building, this time with a blonde woman clearly unbothered by the late spring chill, and the student who had been his unfortunate partner at the Ethereal Ball this past year. There was little time for any introduction, or anything more than passing recognition before they were all shoved into a dark, claustrophobic box, the door bolted behind them. A brittle silence settled in around them.

“How frightening…” he murmured with copious sarcasm. Pinpricks of sunlight through the uneven boards illuminated the inside well enough to catch faint outlines of the other two, if the building heat within the unventilated shed wasn’t enough to tell him that he wasn’t alone. He pressed his back against one of the walls, half-expecting it to give and collapse, and clicked his tongue.

“What a waste of time.”