#hoshidosflame

[fujins-favored]

"Lord Takumi! My sincerest apologies for not making time to greet you sooner than this." Saizo bows low, not looking up at the younger prince. He hasn't spent any time with Takumi since he'd arrived, barely any with Sakura or Azama.. And he'd run into Tsubaki quite a few times as well. He feels like he could have made more of an effort. They may not be in the same group for this expedition but should the other allow it, he can devote some more of his time to Takumi in the future.

"It seems you've been getting along well." Was that okay to assume? The ninja's back straightens and he spends another moment taking in the other's appearance. From what he could tell, nothing seemed out of place. "Should you need anything for the remainder of the voyage, please feel free to call on me."

It came as no surprise that just as Ryoma had decided to join the voyage, so too had Saizo. A small part of him, remembering Tsubaki's name on the roster and catching glimpses of Azama around the monastery, thought: when can I see my retainers again?, but Takumi pushed the thought away (it's not like he was helpless without them!) and nodded as Saizo bowed.

"It's fine," he said, because he didn't mind. "Ryoma's your main priority. And thanks, I'll keep that in mind."

There sure were a lot of people offering him help, huh.

[scarletfireblossom]

[ FLOWER ARRANGEMENT ] - No matter how many flowers you gather, your bouquet won’t look its best unless you have the skill to make it so. A couple of students have taken upon itself to imbue their peers with the knowledge of flower language and the art of flower arrangement, and as a result the garden has become something of a workshop.

"I'm not that skilled at this, Saizo," Hinoka sighed. "I had to ask someone else what the flowers meant when I ordered Ryoma's birthday gift..."

Still, she did her best. Though she didn't think her attempt was that good at all. Yet another sigh escaped her as she looked at her attempt of binding Saizo's bouquet together. She seemed to have made it less dense than before... with a small hum, she took one of her own lilies and placed it into the bunch before she handed it back to him.

"There, what do you think?"

She picked up one of the roses that had fallen from from the mess. A trophy of sorts from her horrific attempt...

[saizovi]

Mistakes Were Made [Sword +1]

You’re sent to House Burgundy as part of a security unit. The viscount is extremely paranoid that he’s going to be the next victim and has been disrupting all other investigations and meetings to demand protection. This is mostly to keep him quiet. After two days, the man is found dead in his kitchen with a knife in his chest, and now YOU’RE being accused of doing it. [Grants Sword +1]

@hoshidosflame

Sitting in a jail cell wasn't exactly the ideal way for Asugi to start off his education. It had barely been two days and he was already being assumed a killer. The viscount had been annoying but Asugi didn't want the man to die. He had snuck away from the rest of the security team in the hopes of trying to find out any more information on the murders and if there were any real indicators that the viscount would be next. When he entered the kitchen, he found the crime scene and saw someone fleeing out the backdoor. He had chased after them, of course he had. Though that just made Asugi look even more suspicious when the guards finally caught him. It was just his luck to have found the man murdered and immediately be blamed for it.

Asugi rubs his fingers against his forehead, thinking about every little detail. What was he going to do? Who would even bother to vouch for him?

The young man's shoulders slump as he thinks about it in the cell. If more murders occurred then they would have to let him go, wouldn't they? His head was spinning with the stress of trying to figure it all out.

"At least Dad isn't here..."

[encantresse]

kpdh au mayhaps?

[ TXT ] : it's just been one thing after another lately. [ TXT ] : can you come get me out of here? [ TXT ] : too many demons at this warehouse tonight and i didn't think to ask anyone else to come our on patrol with me

TXT GAME — no longer accepting!

[ TXT ] : and if i told you i followed you halfway? [ TXT ] : 😉 [ TXT ] : i figured they might try to ambush you. too many sightings these days [ TXT ] : hang tight! i'm almost there. can you get to high ground in the meantime?

[scarletfireblossom]

[ TXT ] : is there anything i should bring?

[ TXT ] : or anything you want me to pick up?

[ TXT ] : coming over empty-handed feels wrong and i could save you a trip out if you've got other things to do in the meantime

texting game || accepting

[ TXT ] : a party sized bag of pretzels if you can

[ TXT ] : oh, and don't forget the extra blankets, already raided as many as I could find

[ TXT ] : even stole Ryoma's

[ TXT ] : if you tell him it was me, I will deny it

[serraic]

"Serra, right?" He couldn't remember if he'd gotten her name correct. She seemed like the kind of person who would be adamant about correcting him if he was wrong given the stubborn way she acted on the boat but like most of their other teammates, he didn't know them well yet. Now was just as good a time as any to make an attempt. "I trust that your battle went well?"

As far as he could tell she had been unharmed. Good. Hopefully her luck continued.

She doesn’t recognize the voice. What she does recognize, though, is the mask and well-combed hair. “Oh, omigosh! It’s you! The guy who threatened to move me!” But she says it like she’s greeting an old friend, and not an adversary. “Yeah, no problems here! What about you? Do you required healing?” She holds her staff aloft. “I’d be happy to show you the wondrous power of magic employed to Saint Elimine’s cause!”

[carefreemonk]

tell me about yourself the ideal professor PLANS FOR THE FUTURE

[ perfect teatime? ]

These conversation cards have been terrifically fun. Azama wonders if the monastery might not host these little tea parties more often.

In any case, the choice from the list they've been given is fairly obvious here.

"Are you to stay here at Lord Ryoma's side, then? Or are you perhaps taking on more... extracurricular activities?"

Saizo's always been a respectable man. Perhaps a bit stiff in Azama's humble opinion, but unlikely to shirk the dirty work needing doing.

Respectable, indeed. Probably not the type to appreciate a primo napping spot. Then again, Azama's been wrong before. (Not often but. Before.)

"Fodlan could be an entirely new avenue into the future, you know! The perfect place to try something different. Why, even yours truly has taken on the mantle of professor, believe it or not. The students certainly have their charm, hoho~"

[verseandrhyme]

school days YOU SEEM DIFFERENT dreamy knights

Perfect Tea Time | Accepting!

"Do I?" Having been midway through pouring a cup of tea for Saizo, Mitama pauses the gesture to turn her surprised eyes his way. She studies him quietly for a moment, waiting to see if he will say more. When he chooses not to, she returns her attention to the task at hand and resumes pouring.

"I suppose I might. Nothing can stay the same forever, after all. Not a growing bud, nor a child either." After all, the few fleeting times he had graced her with his attention, she had been little more than a child left alone trying to teach herself what to think of the world.

She carefully places the tea pot back down onto the tray before sliding the cup and saucer to his side of the table for him to take. "Much like the seasons, change is inevitable as time passes. Many events have happened here on Fodlan's shores alone that might have sparked a lifetime of change, if I had let it."

She remembers...none of that matters now, but she remembers when phantoms had split her head wide with possibilities. She had seen hers of other lives, some who had walked different paths and some whose fates had been ripped from their hands by forces outside of their control. It is little surprise with all that knowledge gained and lost in a moment's breath that she might be different now.

Mitama smiles at Saizo sheepishly. Familiarity in the unfamiliar helps. "I hope that I have not changed to something unrecognizable. Even if I do change, I still would like for there to be some place that I am wanted all the same."