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[ignatzvictor]

Poem for Your Thoughts

Ignatz knew that his father wanted him to make connections at the Officers Academy and with foreign students allowed to attend the academy he knew his job was ten times harder. They were a merchant family, the prospect of branching out past Fodlan’s borders was a important thing for his family.

So when he was paired with Innes Ignatz knew he had to make a good first impression. What better way than with a poem.

It had been a hour since he sat down to write and the paper in front of him was blank. He had never interacted with Innes, what even could he write about him? 

Maybe he should at least get to know him before writing a poem about him. As he heads out to find Innes he notices him at a table by the lake setting up for tea.

“Oh, hey Innes I wanted to talk to you a bit,”

@freliaes 

[verseandrhyme]

ghost of christmas future

@freliaes

The Future Fair.

Were Mitama not making a conscious effort to be polite, she would have told whomever decided such an event was necessary just how pretentious their title was.

Mitama’s obligatory smile faded away the second the stranger’s back was presented to her. she at least suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. The more proactive members of the fair had all been knights, hunting for more soldiers eager to throw their lives away. Mitama had done her time as a peon. She had no interest to returning to that life either.

Her appearance at this entire event had been completely accidental as well. Unaware of its presence due to an active lack of interest, she had stumbled upon it while searching for a place to rest. Smelling blood in the water, she was quickly sucked into one conversation after another.

The stranger moved and near immediately Mitama’s eyes were forcibly caught by another recruiter. This time, her grimace was open. By the gods, she did not wish to waste more time on this...

Scanning the crowd quickly, she spotted a familiarly unfortunate haircut and pounced. Moving quickly to Innes’ side, she grabbed onto his arm, forcibly claiming a place next to him. “I do not care what the conversation is or where it transpires.” She announces before he can question her. “But if anyone else tries to inspire me into becoming another blade on the field of battle I will learn reason magic just to burn this entire place down.”

[verseandrhyme]

"As much as I'd dearly love to play errand-boy for the Church, I'm afraid I can't this time." He had a number of matters to tend to at home, but even if that weren't a factor, Innes doesn't know if he would have gone along this time. He isn't all too keen on having visions he can only half-grasp forced into his mind, of realities and deaths he doesn't wish to experience, or reexperience, left shameful and bitter by the constant failures.

He has no patience for it, even as curiosity towards the Agarthans' true agenda continues to gnaw under his skin.

Innes exhales through his nose, already tired of the whole thing—and he wasn't even going. "Don't do anything reckless, Mitama. Of course, I doubt I'll have to worry about you." A sarcastic, mostly-derisive scoff follows, "But perhaps you should stay by Julius, just in case. Or keep an eye on him. He's a crafty one."

The uncanny way in which he seemed to avoid harm during the last mission... it was almost as impressive as it was suspicious.

"Oh? You are not willing to press your luck for the sake of the Church with no true recompense? My, color me surprised. Here I thought we were all simply braving death for fun."

Mitama does not have the misfortune of knowing what memories or events befell those around her. Though she can imagine that those who had been in Fodlan far longer than she had had a plethora of memories added onto....whatever it was that she had experienced during that mission, Mitama had enough tact not to go about asking others to recount to her what they had seen, even if her suspicions in the establishment offering them its open doors grew with each day.

She focuses on the present instead, perking up as Innes sighs and launches into a lecture. "Oh? Is the fearsome and intimidating prince of Frelia concerned for me? My, what a turn of events, seeing the ice finally thaw." She teases, but there is softness even to her barbs. Truly, she is touched by the concern.

"I do not intend on risking life and limb for the likes of Fodlan's church, so I pray it does not come to it, but knowing there is so much concern about me certainly does provide motivation."

The remark about Julius is surprising. Who would have thought Innes put such stock in the brat?

"Thank you for the advice. And I wish you all the best during your return to Magvel as well. Let us both hope for an uneventful time."

[felemfidelem]

🏹 (from one black eagle king to another... call it a bonding exercise)

Eldigan's head rested in his palm and he laughed under his breath. He liked the sound of that.

"Perhaps not countrymen, but brothers in arms all the same." He lifted his glass out for a toast. "Past being housemates, I'm afraid I don't know to whom I have the honor?"

[minorindech]

🐊 - Innes has a visceral reaction upon seeing the reptilian beast that lurked in the waters. His hand automatically reaches for arrows in a quiver, only to hang limply when his fingers graze nothing but thin air instead. But as the panic subsides, the prince realizes that it is nothing more than a freshwater crocodile—generally harmless, and seemingly lost from its usual habitat. In his periphery, he then spots Bernadetta, an inexplicable wave of concern washing over him as he warns, "Don't."

She doesn’t know why or what it is about the sudden movement from the creature in the water, but Bernadetta reels back violently from the edge. She feels mud squelch under her shoes even though they land on solid ground and there’s an ache in her ribs that she can’t think of a cause for.

Instinctively, she wants to scream, but her hands fly up to her mouth and cut the sound off before it can even emerge (can’t scream don’t scream stay quiet they’ll catch you they’ll find you-)

Her eyes flick over to Innes at the sudden command. Something in her gut feels...wrong at seeing him there, but she doesn’t know why. If she thinks harder, she isn’t even sure why she’s so sure she trusts him, who is Innes, she can’t think of a single time in school she’d ever talked to Innes?

She nods, gaze moving back to the crocodile. Her fingers itch for her bow (or a lance? She’s not as practiced with her lance, why would she want that?) but she manages to take her next few steps away from the creature slowly, making her way over to where Innes is. “Then what?” She manages, slowly prying her fingers away from the wall they’d formed in front of her face.

[ladyoftactics]

Miss Robyn, would you rather besiege a castle or storm it and why?

The question presented to her was so sudden, so out of the blue. What was Prince Innes planning by asking her of this? Still, although taken aback, Robyn pondered the question.

“Depending on the circumstance, really. However, if I had to choose one, I’d rather siege. Our ranks are usually heavily outnumbered, and if we simply stormed a castle, no doubt that would lead to an early grave. As a tactician, if the army’s safety is left in your hands, wouldn’t you rather have as little casualties as possible? For both the army’s morale and the tactician’s coscience. May I ask why the sudden question, Prince Innes?”

[ladyoftactics]

@strategematicusrex

Continued from here.

Robyn chuckled, 

“Oh, no need to worry! Where I come from, tales of your assistance in defeating the Demon King in Magvel became stuff of legends. I’ve read so much history of other continents, it’s a little overwhelming I have the opportunity to meet these people, you included.”

It took a moment of subconscious thinking before an idea surfaced. The lady Tactician perked when the thought surfaced, clapping her hands together at the idea of getting to learn of a foreign strategist’s tactics first-hand.

“I was just about to retire to my quarters for some reading, but would you like to come along? I have a battle simulation board set up; we can test each other’s skills in a match. It’s similar to chess, but much more open for piece movement.”

[ladyoftactics]

... I believe you are the one they called as Robyn, correct? I have heard of you being a famous tactician from this faraway land called Ylisse. My pleasure to get acquainted with you, from one strategist to another. I'm Innes of Frelia and I'm sure it will be valuable to learn more about the place you're hailing from.

Ever since she had been summoned to Askr, Robyn had been feeling restless with either worry for her friends at home or concern as she was no longer the head Tactician. There were many choices on the battlefield made by the Summoner she didn’t agree with, and she feared she’d be losing her tactical touch as there weren’t war meetings for her to attend to. To quell this worry, she decided to set up a battle simulation board in her quarters. She’s competed against a couple foreign Tacticians, and she’s been ever grateful to have the opportunity to meet new people and learn of battle tactics from other continents.

She had heard of Prince Innes’ exploits, and as such, she’s heard of his tactical prowess. She’s yet to have introduced herself to him. Needless to say, Robyn was met with quite a surprise when she was stopped by the Frelian Prince on her way to the castle library. What’s more, he knew her name. She replied to his greeting with a smile.

“Prince Innes! Yes, I’m Robyn. The pleasure is all mine, truly. I wouldn’t quite call myself famous, but if you think I’d be of assistance, I’d be happy to help. What do you want to know?”

@strategematicusrex