#frauleindermorgen

[princessmacedon]

unpermitted

One would think that after the last grand and mischievous adventure the Mechanic had led her on, Maria might exercised more caution in following him (the sight of Sylvain’s feeble thumbs up remains vividly in her mind). Yet this time he had promised they would stay firmly planted on the ground, probably, and! (This had been firmly punctuated with an index finger jabbing upwrds) What was more! The track would take them through an excellent area to scavenge for materials, and the cars would provide the perfect means to take them back.

Just what cars are, Maria isn’t sure, but it is the least she can do to find more supplies when so many of their number are suffering the repercussions of her wayward hope. She knows it isn’t her fault-- not entirely-- or-- but... well...

Blessedly, she is spared the mental dialogue by the Mechanic’s hand on her back, ushering her into a notably smaller mechanical box than the others. Into the seat she goes, and after a few confused moments, she manages to fasten the odd belt across her chest at his insistence. With a wiggle and a stretch, she confirms that yes, she can still reach the odd pedal from where she sits in the belted seat; the Mechanic grins. 

A twist here, a push there, and the ‘car’ seemingly wheezes itself to life. 

“Good luck, Kiddo!” And the door is decidedly shut. Confused, she presses the pedal he’d been so concerned with earlier, and the car lurches forward.

“Eep!” Immediately, she yanks her foot back, curling up into the safety of the belted seat and staring at it curiously. Eventually, she reaches toward it again, just barely pushing the pedal down again; the car slowly shambles forward. “Oh,” she hums softly. “Huh... Okay!”

+3 plate metal! +1 can! @frauleindermorgen !

[hosannan]

Solander { Micaiah & Nanna

Ink spilled in quiet defiance, as Nanna was stamped to a chair and pen set for the next round. Though she was at leisure, she was at no luxury to heal others nor comb through the camp again for Julius— so, instead, she presumed an alert position, half-notched in case of ambush. Her heart was still pressed against porcelain, waiting out the last of her flashfire frustrations. But it was no matter. She had to make something productive of this all. To preoccupy herself, she began to sprawl a handful of potential strategies that would have served her better on the field. It was better than to be left to her thoughts.

Peering over to the bed beside her, she sent the woman who presided that space with a winning smile. Not a hint of her wrath in those twinkling eyes. "Would you like to join me? It's not as constructive breaking down a battle map alone."

"...My name is Princess Nanna of House Nordion. A pleasure."

@frauleindermorgen

[braveryinblue]

micaiah vs hector| boel

[ from ask @frauleindermorgen ]

It was to be her first time participating in the Battle of the Eagle and the Lion as combatant, and despite her own thoughts on being woefully under-prepared Micaiah still found herself excited for it.

She’d never taken part in a contest before; the camaraderie of it all was exciting, though it wasn’t as if she planned on making a win against her easy.

So with that said Micaiah shifts the weight of the Bolganone tome from her right to left hand, testing its feel in a way she never needed to with Thani. Her opponent appears across the way and with a smile and snap of her fingers Micaiah greets him with a fiery blast.

[Micaiah rolls to hit with Bolganone. Roll: 1d20 -> 5+2=7, hit for 2 damage, 1.5 nullified by Hector’s Hexlock Shield... -0.5HP.]

“Well done,” Micaiah exclaims, impressed when the Blue Lion across from her barely flinches at the magical onslaught. It was hardly sportsmanlike winning with surprise attacks anyway! (Though seeing someone so heavily armored take no damage from an attack of hers certainly would take some getting used to).

“My name is Micaiah,” she offers, and takes the best bracing stance she can, “let’s have a good fight.”

It was finally time!

Sure, the last Battle of the Eagle and Lion he’d participated in had technically been in another whole separate lifetime or some such timey wimey nonsense, but Hector had never forgotten. He’d not forgotten the feel of it, the thrill, the excitement, the pleasant weather...

Seriously, if the heavens would stop pissing on his already shoddy movement, that’d be fantastic.

You know what else would be fantastic, though?

Not getting a bloody fireball to the face. He raises his shield at the last moment, counting his blessings that he’d taken the bulky thing along, and with a growl, pulls his arm back, and lets fly a ranged attack of his own.

Hector counterattacks with Short Axe. Roll 1d20: 12, Hit! [-2.5HP @ Micaiah: 2.5/5HP]

Deceptively quick, he follows after the attack, swooping to catch the weapon as it comes flying back, and he swings...! Round 2 initiation, Short Axe. 1d20: 12, Hit! [-2.5HP @ Micaiah: 0 -> Miracle activates. 0.5/5HP]

“Hear, hear, Micaiah! I’m Hector.”

He grins, looking very much the part of a battle-hungry warrior, and he, too, braces now for her next move.

[atypicalsenerio]

Puppy Hours [Micaiah & Soren]

Starter for @frauleindermorgen

There is a very popular seminar going on, where nearby mushers living in the Faerghus end of the Oghma Mountains give insight to how sled dog kennels are maintained and how they can be used to transport goods during cold weather. To cap off the lesson, each of you are given your own dog, who is tethered to a heavy belt you wear, and you all must race through the snow with your dog pulling you along. The first five to get to the finish line can name one of the new puppies!

Soren carried his Aegir Hound up the mountain, feet sinking down into the snow. “You’re only getting this treatment because you’re so short.” Julian wagged his tail, eyes locked on Soren’s. The puppy barked and licked his face. Soren scrunched his face up and sighed, trying to angle his head away. He’d read that dogs licked the faces of other dogs that they respected, so Soren understood it was a sign that his puppy respected him.

He wished to be respected less.

The top of the sledding area already had sled dogs wandering around on the packed snow, coming in and out of a few tents. Soren set Julian down, one hand holding the end of a leash. The puppy clumsily bounded to a couple of the sled dogs. “Be good.” Soren watched as a few dogs gathered to sniffed the puppy.

Soren looked around, wondering if he cared enough to actually sled down the hill. If anything, he mostly wanted his dog to socialize with the other dogs for positive. The Aegir Hound puppy seemed to get along with the sledding dogs, but it only took a minute for Julian to get bored.

“Go play with the other dogs.” Julian sniffed Soren’s shoes, looking up at him with large eyes. Well, if he was going to be clingy... “Sit.” Julian sat, eyes fixed on Soren, clearly expecting praise. Soren knelt down and rubbed the puppy’s sides, almost cuddling him. “Good boy.”

The back of Soren’s neck tingled and his eyes darted up, hands still burried in dog fur.

Micaiah.

“Yes?” Julian ran towards Micaiah, tugging at Soren’s leash.

[goldoanheart]

You Know I Adore My Daein Girl [Micaiah & Kurth]

starter for @frauleindermorgen !!

The atmosphere in the room was one of cheer from the students, though it was packed in the room. Kurth would hate to be a wolf laguz like poor Velouria or Nailah in a room like this with their sensitive noses, it must be overwhelming for them with so many different scents mixing together. And it was certainly crowded, Kurth could barely see over most of the students to find the girl that he was looking for. Perhaps he should have brought Artur with him to try and spot the white-haired queen, instead of just struggling by himself. As he pushed through a small crowd of students, he finally spotted the girl, running over to her, glad to get a chance to talk to her. He hadn’t been able to spend much time with her since arriving at the academy, but now was the perfect chance.

“There you are dear Micaiah, I was looking for you. May I perhaps grace you with a dance?” He laughed at how formal he sounded. There was no need to be so truly formal with his closest friend (other than Ena) but he could have a little fun getting to ask someone to dance like this. He bowed before her, offering out a hand. The queen of Daein was quite beautiful, he would be honored to have the chance to dance with her.

“It will also be a nice chance to catch up after not being able to speak for quite some time, my lady.”

[radiantpriamos]

High Stakes Hide and Seek

FLEnbarr2022 Team Purple/4 starter for @asphuxia @frauleindermorgen

Finally. This was much more Priam’s speed. Ragnell was back in his hands, and there was no more tiptoeing to be had about their enemies. Despite the dire circumstances, he grinned, breathing deep.

“Heh, ready to go, ladies? Our villains won’t know what hit them.”

He rushed forward, trusting the other two to follow close as he headed west outside the villa. They’d been warned about all sorts of traps and nasty surprises an Agarthan could spring, and he felt confident in their ability to field them.

How little those Agarthans knew. Priam himself brought about worse luck to himself than any flimsy trap they could make. Beat that. Ha.

He was truly in a good mood, adrenaline firing through his veins.

“We can turn up ahead- although I think they might’ve moved from the lower west part of the villa!”

[lalamines]

a street with no name

Over a decade has passed, yet Enbarr’s high street has barely changed at all. Even the crowds are as overwhelming as they are familiar. It takes her back in time, when she’d cling to Mother and Emile’s hands on their shopping trips. Mercedes feels an uneasy chill run down her neck. The urge to look over her shoulder.

There is nothing to fear. House Bartels fell years ago.

She recognises the bookshop, her old favourite, immediately at a brings a fond smile to her face. The clothing boutique next to it still stands too and the jewellers across. The food vendors are different but still stand in almost the same spots. The only glaring difference is a curio shop, decorated with bright posters reading ‘SALE’. It looks out of place in a way she can’t quite explain. As if she’s looking at it through a mirror. 

The smell of baked goods grabs her attention though. Her stomach makes a whine of protest and Mercedes realises that none of them have eaten since arriving. They couldn’t possibly start their investigations on empty stomachs! She pulls out her coin purse and clutches it in one hand, extending the other to her companions.

“We should probably hold hands so we don’t get lost in the crowd.” Even stood to the side they were bumped and jostled by passers by. It would be terrible if they were to be split apart and lost in such busy crowds, especially as only Linhardt was really familiar with these streets. “Let’s head over the street for some snacks first, my treat. We can discuss where to go and what to do once we’re filled up and energised!”

@frauleindermorgen @nappingscholar @ulircursed

[ordelion]

“Do you want matching corsages? Rose or no rose?”

Micaiah liked to think of herself as low maintenance  but as she had not had the chance to go shopping with Lysithea she just couldn’t help herself. She held a few of the flower creations up for the other to inspect until she thought she was truly annoying her.

“Well, either way, time to get a move on,” she said, holding out her hand with a wink. “milady. Let’s make this a ball to remember.”

"Hrmm. I don't care much for roses..." She giggled, rolling her eyes ever so slightly, her gloved pointer resting on the daisy-and-sunflower set, "...buuuut I'll let you make the call. You are the expert in this field, after all." Lysithea, due to her childhood-borne tight purse strings and general lack of attendance at many balls due to health reasons, was, by and large, very distanced from these types of traditions. Yet, that same distance had caused a certain lucid fascination with corsages, corsets, chocolate fountains, crinkled dresses, and all the other staples of the "school dance". It was like another world, with an entirely different culture- one that was incredibly expensive, but a luxury her parents had been more than willing to shell out for.

"Thank you quite kindly, madam. Let's enjoy this silly little romp, shall we?" She curtsied with her most formal style, and, with a sly grin plastered on her face, daintily took Micaiah's hand and started off towards the checkout line.