#regalblades

[dragon-kiddos]

Blackout.

If there was one thing the students of the academy knew how to do well, it was to delegate tasks as quickly as possible. Only moments after the confusion of how they suddenly ended up in Fhiridad dissipated, teams were sent off in search of Lord Dimitri and Linhardt, others were sent to provide defense against the oncoming Imperial troops, and more were sent into the district to find what they could. In the blink of an eye, Kana was left standing alone with a mere few others. 

They could not afford to stand and do nothing.

“Miss Tethys!" Thank the gods he knew her from their previous mission. “And... Mister Lloyd, right? Everyone else has their jobs, but I think it’s our mission to figure out what that... vision we saw was.”

By then, the group’s shared visions were commonplace. No one questioned it anymore, they all understood that whatever was going on, they were all linked in some way, shape, or form.

“We saw Lord Dimitri and Linhardt, so I think it’s safe to assume that the third thing is another person.” It made sense to him, at least. “What was it that we heard that voice say? Something about... power waning, and then, I think something along the lines of help?”

Brows furrow as the puzzle pieces are made clear, but so far, none of them fit together. Many more remain missing from the set.

“Whatever it is, it’s gotta be in the castle, right? Where should we start?” 

@jehannandancer @regalblades lets get this bread

[jehannanmage]

Coral Fragments: How well does your muse deal with stress? Do they do anything in particular to help them deal with it, and if so what do they do?

[ stonework meme ]

In general, Ewan doesn’t consider his life real high-stress, but same as anyone he does have his own stressors, for sure. He can be prone to wearing his heart on his sleeve, so if he’s frustrated about something, it’s not hard to notice.

He worries about doing his friends and family proud and becoming strong enough to protect them, but given he’s working hard at both, it’s not something he’s likely to spend much time fretting over. When he’s not going with the flow he’s working at making the flow work with him.

He can get frustrated when something isn’t quite working out, sure. Like plans for some invention he wants to try out, or his magic in TOA Year 1A™️ ... but while it may eat at him at times, it’s typically not enough to wear at his energy.

When he’s too wound up, though, pacing usually helps calm him down and sort through his thoughts. He’d be the sort to pace and solve a rubik’s cube at the same time. Or laying on his bed repeatedly throwing a bean bag in the air and catching it. Either way, keeping his hands busy helps too, tinkering with whatever’s got his attention at the time.

If he needs a distraction from the constant whirlwind of thought, though, reading works well. He’ll devour books for breakfast, second breakfast, lunch, and dinner, given the right mood. Practice works, too - nothing like shooting a few fireballs to burn off some bad vibes :)

Failing all that, he is not too proud to talk to his friends about whatever’s bugging him! He’s not a shy boy for the most part, and just as he’s always willing to lend an ear or a shoulder, he accepts that sometimes he might need the same.

[braveryinblue]

If they want so badly for him to join their little war, then fine. He's soaked to the bone thanks to one prince of Faerghus, and he means to return the favor threefold. One shooter in each hand, Lloyd skulks off to hunt down the members of Dimitri's house, if not Dimitri himself—and fires a jet of water at Hector's head without hesitation when he catches sight of dark blue hair and a bulky figure.

The game’s winding down, it seems, but Hector’s not done yet. Just as he whirls to find himself another target, he catches a flash of sandy hair... and a jet of water coming his way.

Hector rolls a 4. Miss!

He dives, lands roughly in the sand, but it’s less undignified than being blasted with water by an opponent - because that means losing. And he doesn’t like losing... but he especially doesn’t like the idea of losing to Lloyd.

Scrabbling to his feet (with less grace than he might’ve liked), he grinned and puffed his chest out. “Hah! Missed!”

(He’s all covered in sand now, but no biggie. It’s the principle of the matter.)

[sweettoothforhire]

What kind of writing partners do you tend to merge well with? Do you like people who communicate, or more impulsive personalities?

from munday prompt

While I’m down to thread with anyone as long as they want to thread with me, I definitely lean more on impulsive but of course, with just the right amount of communication-- because I feel like those are the type that would sync well with me? Otherwise, they may not like my style too much.

I’m the type that just rolls with what I was given, and I’m not... a very good planner, which makes me really nervous cause that means I’m terrible at plotting! I most likely will have an easier time ‘plotting’ if it’s just casual RPs via DM or something rather than outright detailing certain plot progression, or plainly describing what my character would do. 

I think the reason I vibe well with Nat is cause we did that a lot years ago so now, vibing with their character is just too damn natural HAHA

I also don’t like the restriction sometimes of an outline of what’s to happen? Cause when I start to write, it has that I-have-no-control-over-this feeling aka I just dump whatever comes to mind when I get in my muse’s headspace as I am replying, so sometimes they don’t match with a plan.  

Like my thread with Av! I keep telling her we’ll see how it goes and boy, there is where it goes. I initially thought they wouldn’t smooch, but the lad wants what the lad wants.

When I get stuck or if my partner gets stuck, I understand the importance of confirming or simply communicating, especially for threads that involve combat or will heavily affect the muse. Is this ok? Will it be fine if I do this? Stuff like that. Now, I’m a bit of a hypocrite cause if I’m asked that, I’d just say go do what you want, and I mean that wholeheartedly! I don’t like restricting people and I enjoy being surprised and reacting/figuring out how my character would react to certain situations.  

[gallantgautier]

He's merely enjoying a moment of respite from his duties when hazel brown eyes chance upon something unusually bright slowly moving across the ground. Curious, Lloyd draws closer and drops down to one knee to get a better look. ...A worm? Do worms come in such vibrant colors in Fódlan? Whatever the case, he ought to relocate it to a place with less stone and more grass—the gardens should suffice. Carefully, the swordsman picks it up and keeps it in the palm of his left hand as he walks away.

Stick to the grass, he’s had too many heart stopping encounters on the path today. He’s not exactly camouflaged, but maybe it’ll offer him some protection. He inches his way across the path, just a little more...

Nope. He freezes as a knee suddenly drops into his path. He doesn’t know this guy at all. Is he a Kind To Worms Person? Or the other kind that he doesn’t dare think about. Maybe, if he holds perfectly still...

Not enough! A hand reaches for him, and he squeaks, turns to wriggle away, but the man is much faster, lifting him up into his hand and... Oh. Oh he is the Kind To Worms Person, phew!

Thank you, Sylvain wants to say, after his tiny heart stops racing for him to be able to gaze up at the man with big, soulful eyes, have you seen a string? It’s real important.

[herrings]

'Almost feel sorry for this one,' Lloyd thinks when he chances upon Linhardt, sees the evidence where the kid's already been struck at least twice. /Almost/ is the key word here, though, and it sure doesn't stop him from lobbing a solid block of chocolate at the young noble. Maybe he'll apologize once this is all over.

his journey to the library was a fortunate one.

tomes pressed against his chest, linhardt re-enters the eastern courtyard. for once, linhardt keeps his attention on high alert as he cautiously slithers through the suspiciously serene gardens. he needs to find an effective way to the kitchen-- and fast. he’s committed to the war now, but a soldier could not label themselves as one without weaponry. 

[linhardt rolls to dodge: 4 success!]

he hears the rustling of leaves first and, like a deer in headlights, jerks his head upwards. more awake than he was before, linhardt finds that he has enough time to evade as he leaps to the left, this time managing to keep his footing. from where he once stood, the chocolate block slams into the trunk of an unsuspecting tree and linhardt winces.

he doesn’t want to imagine what that would have felt like against his skull.

instead, he turns his head and catches a shock of blonde hair-- it’s a knight of seiros. linhardt has seen him once or twice but never made the effort to remember the stranger’s face. 

at least, until now.  he memorizes chiseled features and the stranger’s style of dress-- 

he’ll get his revenge. soon. 

[jehannandancer]

Waking up in an unfamiliar place along with a number of other faces—some familiar, some less so—is probably a first for many of them. It certainly is for Lloyd, though he is relieved to see whatever power brought them here saw fit to group him with Nino, at least. That relief gradually vanishes as hazel identifies the rest of the people present; save for the red-haired woman he recognizes as one of the faculty, everyone else is a student. "...This bodes ill."

This all feels like a dream-- except from the looks of it, it was a shared one.

Tethys takes a moment to ground herself before jumping to conclusions. She has a lot of questions in her head right now, but seeing all the young faces around her, she knows she shouldn’t look too confused. They must be be just as concerned about this situation, if not more. She shouldn’t look too confused, she should--

“Professor!” At least, that’s what she heard him being called countless times in the monastery. He looks stern and mature enough. Exactly what she and the rest of these students needed at times like these. She lets out a sigh of relief and approached him. “I was beginning to think it was only myself and the students around. Do you any idea what’s going on?”

[ostianshadow]

It's only natural, he supposes, with them being cut from the same cloth and all. Like himself, Matthew keeps to the shadows of the monastery, which did well to keep him from the brunt of the piefare... but it doesn't protect him from a fellow wraith at all. /No hard feelings./ His weapon of choice this time is a chocolate mousse pie, and it sails toward the thief with his head as the target.

Roll to dodge: 17. Hit.

He skulks in the shadows, aiming to make for the deeper parts of the monastery whilst staff is busy trying to put an end to all this.

Or so he’d thought. The thief finds his hair covered in mousse but minutes into his escapade. He pauses, running a hand through his hair. Gross. Privately, he’s glad it’s just pie and not a knife. That’ll teach him to lower his guard.

Matthew shoots a look over his shoulder and starts in surprise at his assailant’s identity. “Really?” You, of all people? Then, he grins. “All right, all right... I’ll take this as a sign. You got a favourite flavour, White Wolf?” Well, it’s almost more of a smirk he’s wearing. “For when I return the favour.”