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[windsprodigy-blog]

@poregida from (x)

❝ a…  pendant?? ❞

he looks at it skeptically.  despite the reigning logic that Merric would not and would actually avoid hurting Elrean, experience has taught him to hesitate.  he could count with only his hands the number of gifts he’s received in his entire life that weren’t just petty pranks or tricks, and all of them had been from Wendell.  he…  trusts Merric, doesn’t he??  he’s still not so sure.

❝ as a favor.  you’re talking about… ❞  for luck, in battle…  but to give Elrean one, it must mean that he’s dear to Merric, which doesn’t make much sense at all.  again, the wind mage befuddles him so completely with a single movement.

❝ …you’re sure you want to give this to me?? ❞

"Of course I want to. Did I say something wrong?” Merric looked confused; he’d thought his intentions were fairly clear. But then, knowing Elrean... he likely expected some kind of sabotage.

“It’s not charmed or anything. You can check it if you’d like.” He still held the necklace out to Elrean. “Or... if you weren’t interested, I understand. I didn’t consider whether it would be your style.”

Merric looked contemplatively at the pendant for a moment, then back to Elrean. “But.. I’d like you to have it. If it might keep you a little safer, then it's doing its job.”

[caraidean]

Plotted ChromSev starter for @poregida

Severa still wasn't used to being alone, and wandering from town to town hadn't done much to improve her mood. Whatever had happened during Naga's attempt to send them all back in time had clearly split her off, from everyone - her friends, her sister, the people she would never dare to admit in public were her friends...everyone. If she thought about it too long, she wasn't even completely sure if they had made it through at all. Maybe she was the only one to come out intact.

That was a thought she shouldn't be dwelling on too much. Dejected she sat down on the hill and overlook the countryside, letting out a long groan of slight despair as she ran a hand over her face. She still wasn't completely sure where she was...somewhere in Plegia, it looked like. She was sure Morgan could have been able to tell her. Or Noire.

For a moment, the princess felt like she was about to break down crying from the frustration and the fear, until a well-honed instinct kicked in and the back of her head prickled. She turned suddenly and blinked at the unconscious man on the ground, his sword a few feet from him. Strange, she'd never seen that style of armor before...

A desperate need for company - and perhaps a little concern for someone just passed out on a dry, grassy hillside in the middle of the increasingly swelteringly hot day, not that she'd admit it - forced her hand, and she stood up and walked over. "Hey. HEY!"

She nudged him with her foot a few times, growling. "Ugh, jeez...come ON, there's got to be a smarter place to take a nap than the ground you know! Wake up!"

[sireneia-a]

one-liner call | @poregida ( claude )

   “ Father Claude? I believe this is yours. ” He holds out the Valkyrie Staff, something he’s held onto years but has refused to use. 

[larchangele-blog]

@poregida

"Hey. Let me see your sword.” Leon’s hand was already out, palm up, waiting for Kamui to pass the weapon over. It wasn’t as though they had somewhere to be yet; this ragtag army of Celica’s wouldn’t be moving until everyone had gotten up and ready, and Leon kept enough of a soldier’s schedule still to be an early riser. And Kamui, well... Leon wasn’t about to guess at his mental state, but he was at least awake enough to give Leon a response.

“...Please,” Leon added, begrudgingly tacking the word onto the end of his sentence. “My armor’s gotten too worn lately, it’s about as reflective as a used spoon. And I’m not about to walk around with bedhead if I can help it.”

[windsprodigy-blog]

@poregida : elrean

Merric shifted his bag on his shoulder for the fifth time in as many minutes. The silence between him and Elrean was starting to make him nervous.

“...You’re not too warm, Elrean? You haven’t said anything since we left.” By now Khadein had started to fade into the waves of heat rising from the desert -- Merric looked over his shoulder to it, then back to Elrean. It wasn’t strange that the other mage preferred not to speak, but...

Merric had been hoping Elrean might talk to him more after all that happened. He was beginning to think nothing much had changed.

“We’ll be there soon, and then we’ll have some shade,” he offered. The task Wendell had given the two of them couldn’t possibly take that long, seeing as how they had already been to this place before. Their previous trip to the desert fortress had left it devoid of any living residents. If it was still unoccupied, how much of a challenge could rounding up the last evidence of dark rituals be?

[caraidean]

Starter for @poregida

It felt good to be back in Begnion again. 

True, she'd made more friends amongst the mercenaries than she had perhaps anticipated - and maybe her farewell to Marcia had been a little more emotional than expected as well. Still, she supposed Elincia couldn't hope for a better bodyguard in the days moving forwards. 

Goddess knew that Tanith was still critical of the Queen's ability to fly. She'd done what she could with a few months training but, well, even her talents could go so far. She knew she was strict, and she knew it was often seen as excessive, but it always got results - but there were limits to how fast she could train someone up, even with the kind of routine that Tanith asked for. A routine that she certainly wasn't expecting to see on her flight back, landing casually in the side of the courtyard with raised eyebrows and an uncharacteristic smile on her face. 

Genuine happiness mixed with the ability to strike fear into the hearts of the ten Holy Guard hopefuls staring at her with trepidation. Oh, look at them - she was fairly certain these were the ones who'd joined after she left. It looked like her reputation was preceding her. 

"Are you getting them used to how I do things, Sigrun?" Tanith asked, a brief moment to wonder why she wouldn't turn around as she walked towards them. When Sigrun did turn Tanith paused, caught off guard by the glare she was suddenly fixed with before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath in through her nose. 

"...this is going to be about the letter Zelgius delivered, isn't it. Or what it was about, I suppose." She said, flatly. A glare and a grumbled 'dismissed' sent the trainees scurrying and left the two of them alone, Tanith staring Sigrun coolly in the face before deciding she had to say something.

"Well, you were the one who told me to focus on something other than my career when we broke up." She snapped. “I don’t owe you an explanation.”

[halidomhappenings]

MAGIC: ELREAN VS CORVO

ANNA: “Welcome back to the magic bracket! Next up, Elrean and Corvo will take the stage to dazzle you with displays of lightning and darkness! ... Huh. This is the first non-wind based match we’ve had today. I wonder what caused the shift in popularity this year... In any case-- Break a leg, both of you! Your Grace? Prince Chrom? I turn it over to you now!”

EMM: “Thunder and Dark... this should be a wonderful display. Combined, these two could conjure quite a storm.”

CHROM: "...Was that a pun?”

ELREAN:

FAVOR: pendant (windsprodigy) SHELL: snail Thunder Element

First Spell: 17 (4 pts) Elrean is confident as he takes to the stage, reciting his prepared incantation with ease. Six orbs of light form one after another and begin to rotate in a circle as they rise into the air, each firing off a very small, controlled bolt of lightning one after another; The imagery evokes the shining sun, and sets the already bright stage practically aglow. 

Second Spell: NAT 1 (0 pts)

FAVOR BONUS: 6 (2 pts)

Third Spell: 3 (1 pt) Unfortunately, it seems maintaining such a precise, controlled cast before has taken much more energy than Elrean expected. His next spell struggles to take shape, what was meant to be a miniature stormcloud comes off as more of a wispy mess, and the resulting lightning strikes are weak. 

Fourth Spell: 4 (1 pt)

Fifth Spell: 9 (2 pts)

SCORE: 2

EMM: “Well done! I can see what he was going for with that. He’ll need to practice his technique for thunder clouds, but bravo all the same.”

CORVO:

FAVOR: ribbon from Irene (@spdtactics ) SHELL: lion’s paw Dark Element

First Spell: 9 (2 pts)

Second Spell: 7 (2 pts)

Third Spell: 17 (4 pts)

Snail DISADVANTAGE: 4 (1 pt)

Fourth Spell: NAT 1 (0 pts)

Lion’s Paw Bonus: 8 (2 pts) There’s something noticeably different about casting for battle versus casting for an appeal, and clearly it shows: Corvo’s spell is slow and shaky, shadowy tendrils raising from his tome in plumes of violet smoke. They flicker in and out, pulsing as they struggle in the sun, but ultimately persist. 

Fifth Spell: 6 (2 pts)

FAVOR BONUS: 11 (3 pts) Brushing a hand against the ribbon ‘round his wrist gives Corvo the determination to salvage his performance and give a strong finish, if nothing else. With that renewed will, the dark mage melds the tendrils of shadow into two crows. The crows take to the skies, soaring around the audience in a simple loop before melding into one, which comes to rest on Corvo’s outstretched arm and finally disperses into smoke. 

SCORE: 2

TIE BREAKER:

Elrean: 5

Corvo: 17

EMM: “This was a very close match, but in the end, it goes to Corvo! His creativity gave him a leg up in this match.”

CHROM: "Those crows were reminiscent of a certain someone, not that it should be any surprise given who Corvo is. Too bad for Elrean that his Khadein style magic wasn’t enough to beat him!”

CORVO WINS!

[halidomhappenings]

"Elrean (poregida) checking in with this... pendant Merric (windsprodigy) gave me. Give me a snail shell for the fight."

@poregida

“Best of luck in the upcoming tournament, Elrean.”