#halfjalar

[disgracedvessel]

It is nice to see you in a good mood today, Dear Nephew.

RAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHH.

[boundlesshart]

After speaking to and getting healed by Sara, Azelle catches up to the leader of his House on the battlefield. New though he may be to this whole deal of being a Professor affiliated with a House, he is still going to try his best, and he supposes he should probably assess the situation. "Looks like we still have quite solid forces", he says, looking at Claude. "You're known for never being without a plan, aren't you? Do you have some strategy in mind for the second round?"

"We’re evenly matched with the Lions.” That alone doesn’t warrant a smile to Claude’s face. “Which isn’t bad, considering that they started ahead, but what I’m looking for is a solid advantage to stack the odds in our favor.” He nods in the direction he was moving towards. “The central hill is ahead. Take that and our chances will skyrocket. Controlling the ballista has been a big part of winning these things, historically. No doubt Dimitri has the same plan in mind...”

Claude lets out a loud, long sigh.... before he turns with Azelle with a grin, “Well, that aside, I’d say things are looking up for us! Everyone in the Golden Deer looks raring to go–does me proud, really. I’m sure the Lions are just as eager. Now, the Black Eagles....”

An unfinished sentence and a little wince sums them up nicely. Looks like Claude had too much faith in Edelgard’s ability to turn this situation around. Granted, she defeated Soren with ease, but many of her other classmates haven’t been as lucky. “Well, I’m sure they’re marching forward thinking they still have a fighting chance. If they haven’t given up yet, there’s no reason to go easy on them. Don’t let your guard down just because they’re behind.”

Claude had seen glimpses of the remaining Eagles. He knows Innes as a proud prince in his own right, and the other two seem more unfriendly and “individualist” from the impressions he’s getting. None of them inspire any particular confidence in the Eagles’ chances. If they don’t work together, the Eagles’ chance at victory becomes dust in the wind.

“We should go for Hubert and Edelgard,” Claude decides. “They’ll be rallying what remains of their House. Take them out and the rest will scatter.”

[blaydiud]

iris : if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind , what would it be ?

[[

~ “Father,

I will bring you justice. You, Glenn, Patricia- I hear your pleas, your screams.

I am deeply sorry. I am sorry that I was unable to help or fight them, I am sorry that you had to go out like this. I survived, yet...I did nothing. I could not do anything and it pains me every day. I have never felt so helpess and useless in my life.

I promise you from the bottom of my heart that I will make them pay with my own hands. I will make them wish they were never born. I will make them face hell by my own lance.

Please do not look at me with such sorrowful eyes, Father. 

I will kill those monsters.” 

]]

[theofficersacademy]

Hello, I'd like to affiliate Professor Azelle with Golden Deer.

To honor the pursuit of their own ideals, or perhaps inspired by the bonds forged with teachers and friends, Azelle has decided to change affiliations.

Azelle is now Golden Deer faculty! The Masterlist has been updated to reflect this change.

- Mod Ree

[leicestersbeast]

↳𝚝𝚑𝚢𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝! [𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 & 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏. 𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎]

[𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝚄𝙴𝙳 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴!] -  @halfjalar

Oh.

Raphael’s response leaves Azelle somewhat stunned, his mouth opening slightly in surprise at the student’s exclamation; quickly, however, he changes expression to that of a light, slightly sheepish smile in order to hopefully avoid being impolite.

He supposes that maybe this is just the norm for this guy in particular. The Mage is aware that he for comparison eats too little, so perhaps his view on the portions is a bit skewed… But still…

Well, Raphael is a student focused on physical strength first and foremost, so Azelle guesses it makes sense. Such a man has to eat more than someone like the Velthomer.

“Haha, alright… If you say so.” He looks away from Raphael for a moment to cut off another small piece of meat and put it in his mouth; just as he does so, he hears a strained gulp coming from the student, and he almost jumps in his chair in surprise as Raphael shouts.

“Huh?…”

Azelle needs a moment to process the words he just heard as he looks back down at his plate, taking a second to think about his food. He had taken for himself a regular portion, he thinks; probably not as much as most people would eat for lunch, but it was not a… really small portion either.

He lets out a quiet chuckle as he waves his hand dismissively. “O-Oh no, not at all. I’m fine, I promise. This is… how much I usually eat.”

When he remembers to eat at all, anyway. The results of his neglect in this regard are not particularly well concealed, with the belt wrapped around his waist serving as painfully obvious evidence.

“I, uh, get sick if I eat too much. I guess that’s why I was a little worried about you there. Sorry about it.” He adds, a little unsurely. Hopefully Raphael does not think Azelle was rude when he asked. “But… I take it that this is a usual amount for you. You train a lot physically, don’t you? You probably need the energy.”

“Oh, hey hey, nothin’ to apologize for—honest! It’s real sweet of you to check-in even if there’s nothin’ to worry about,” Raphael concludes, and shelves the Professor’s concern without a second thought spared to it. At least, regarding his own portions.

On the subject of Azelle’s, he’s a little too fascinated to let it go immediately: “It’s too bad that you get sick if you have too much good food, though! Guess there really is too much of a good thing, but sheesh! Rough one to have to pace yourself about it… But, hey! If you took too much then I can finish up what you don’t want, but…—” 

Raphael still eyes the plate in front of Professor Azelle with uncertainty, or maybe it’s more—disbelief. It’s barely more than a few good, hearty bites! 

“—Well, I hope you can finish that! Otherwise maybe you should think about goin’ to see Professor Manuela or somethin’, maybe it’s a stomach bug!”

The chatter is offered lightly, no more than base, observational rambling as Raphael tucks into his own meal eagerly. Technically, this is seconds, so, he can’t help but laugh at the follow-up that comes from the Professor seated across. 

“Gotta eat big to train big, right? I’d get all weak and woozy if I didn’t give myself enough fuel to power through all those workouts, and then where’d I be!? Learnin’ stuff in the classroom makes me all sluggish and sleepy, too, so I gotta stock up a bunch before hitting the training grounds again after lectures...” Perish the thought of a moment less spent in the training grounds, really. Classroom learning still is… A work in progress, but at least Raphael can always find his footing in the training grounds tiled pitch. 

A beat, then Raphael grins across, “You should come and train with me sometime!”

[ashenprofessor]

♡ + magic

Magic was something Byleth only had the basic knowledge of before entering The Officer’s Academy. Spells for healing on the battlefield mostly taught to her once it was realised she had the ability to learn.

She has been taking private lessons from fellow professors and students recently to increase her skill. Fire magic is her current focus as the singed objects around her room can attest to. 

[nonfayth]

take me to church

   No matter how unforgiving travel fatigue may be or how tiring it could be to acclimate to a new environment without much assistance in the process, Zephiel swore to himself that he would pray to St. Elimine every night just as he has for many years prior. He would not allow himself to take a day off from such a ritual, lest he show the heroic woman that he was less than faithful to her and her teachings.

She may not have answered him any time before, but if he gave up now, she would have every reason to never ever grant his wish.

Though he pulls himself to make the trek across the bridge and into the cathedral long after the sun has made its retreat beneath the horizon, when Zephiel stands before the statues in this holy place, he suddenly feels uncertain about the whole affair. The eyes of the Seiros look back at him, chiseled into stone, and he wonders if he's made a mockery of the whole of Fódlan for daring to come here with a devotion to another religious figure.

He stands there still, unsure of how much time has passed, allowing the judgement of the goddess's visage to pass through him until he hears the tell-tale footfall of sudden company.

“ Who goes there?! ”  he calls out, turning on his heel immediately, golden eyes piercing through the darkness to discern whether this new presence was friend or foe.   // @halfjalar 

[schoolingcorrin]

A Scholarly Discussion

Corrin walked through the courtyard, a book in hand. Classes had already let out for the day and both students and staff could be seen milling about from place to place. Even some of the cats that roamed the grounds of the monastery could be seen outside at this time of day.

Climbing a short set of stairs, he trailed his fingers lightly along the wall of the building that housed the classrooms. As he passed by each room, he could hear the faint voices of various students and professors who had stayed behind for one reason or another. Stepping down the hall, he came to a stop at one door in particular.

There wasn’t truly anything special about this door. Like the others, it stood open. However, unlike the other classrooms no sound came from this door.

Poking his head inside the classroom, Corrin took in the sight before him. It was like most of the other classrooms. There were desks going front to back on the far left and right sides of the room with a lone desk and chalkboard sitting front and center. However, unlike the other rooms which had students milling about the only one here was a member of the faculty.

Corrin recognized the man, though he never spoke to him. Short red hair that framed his face and red eyes weren’t themselves special back home but in his brief time since coming to the monastery Corrin thought it was unusual for this continent though it wasn’t a thing he’d been willing to voice.

Stepping into the empty classroom, Corrin made his way over to the professor’s desk where the other man stood with a slight slouch.

Starter for @halfjalar