#scionofiote

[theofficersacademy]

hello, im gonna formally put in a drop notice for michalis because of irl circumstances + chronic injury reflare, my apologies to those i'll be leaving for now (+ for taking so long to do this), its been a rough past month

Michalis has been dropped and is now available!

-Mod Key

[princessmacedon]

what you wish for

@scionofiote​

It’s strange to live somewhere where my heels clack on the stone again, Maria thinks distantly, her attention carried away from the halls she’s traversing by the rhythmic click-clack-click. Stranger still is that it conjures memories not of cold towers, but warm homes-- though she supposes, with a small smile, the more accurate term for that would be a blessing. 

Her ears process the abrupt flutter of sound before her mind does, and it’s only with a sharp gasp and sheer force of will that she stops herself in her tracks, a sheet of paper (one of many) resting precariously in the shadow of her heel. Blinking, she takes a ginger step backwards, though not without a cursory peek over her shoulder. Finding the coast to be clear of both perpetrators and papers, she turns her eyes back to the scene before her... also devoid of perpetrators. Had she startled them away? She didn’t think she looked all too intimidating, but maybe she was finally taking after her siblings...?

“Um,” Maria begins softly, smiling at the empty space before her, as if it will somehow make it easier for the other person to show themself; she kneels as she continues, gathering the scattered documents into her arms with care. “I can help you gather your papers, if you’d like. Oh! And please don’t worry-- I didn’t step on any of them, either!”

[minorindech]

@scionofiote | continued from here

Bernie’s eyes popped back open with a squeak. King? He was a king? Oh goddess, Bernie really was in over her head when she approached him. “Why is a king teaching here?” She blurted out before slapping a hand over her mouth. Bernie, he literally just finished saying he didn’t like people who were rude.

“I’m sorry!” She manged to squeak out between her fingers. “I’m, um...I’m okay, really! This is normal. You’re just very...um...intimidating? I-I think that’s just a royal thing though, Lady Edelgard is very intimidating too! I...uh...” Bernie don’t ramble, no one wants to hear you ramble, especially not a king.

“I-I don’t intend to be a threat! Nope, not quiet little Bernie. I just, um...” She gestured limply at the paper. “I wanted to at least try at the game.”

[healresolve]

SLORP

// continued from here //

Michalis accepts the glass, and, with a single glance towards Lana, sniffs it for poison. Just in case.

“Thank you for your generosity,” he says smoothly, and takes a giant sip gracefully as he can. Which probably wasn’t very much, given this was probably the best thing anyone had given him all evening. Truth be told, Michalis didn’t really care where it was from. Wine was wine.

“You would be correct in your assumption. I am Michalis of Macedon, formerly King. I will be teaching flying and aerial tactics in the coming weeks; I have only recently arrived, and just in time, it seems.” He shrugged, and eyed the woman. “I take it you are a student? I would have given you my signet regardless, but the wine is a nice touch.”

She watches with bated breath as the vessel passes between their hands and its contents are inspected before a hardy draft is taken of the wine. Michalis wastes no time on small talk, introducing himself as the former king of a land no more familiar to Lana than countless other foreign powers the academy’s students hail from. Former or not, the authoritative presence he exudes convinces her his claims bear weight. 

“I see,” she responds for lack of anything better to say. In the air hangs an unasked question she dare not give voice though it does not quell her imagination.

“Yes, I am a— Ah! That’s not— The signatures card hadn’t even crossed my mind, truly.” It’s not that Lana would be opposed to obtaining another signet, but her integrity will not allow the new professor to form the wrong impression. That overture had been free of any ulterior motive. She frowns, knowing already from their exchange that he is not a man easily persuaded. “I’ve no intention of asking you for one, I assure you.”

[arcstral]

The note lying beside the single, perfectly pruned rose is unsigned, but the penmanship is well-practiced and immaculate. "I suppose it would be remiss of me not to wish you a happy birthday, as much as I wish it were otherwise. While I will never admit it, you have done far more to help my sister than I have ever been able, and so I will continue to stay my hand. For now."

     (     𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲   𝐀𝐬𝐤𝐬;     —    ♕     )

              RETURNING   TO   HIS   quarters for a brief recess, the Hero-King alights mysteriously upon his first gift of the day. An exquisitely procured single rose set before his door, plucked at the full height of its bloom and seeming at first to be indicative of quite the ‘romantic’ gesture. How out-of-place, Marth only thinks at first, until a closer look of inspection directed towards the adjacent note replaces his confusion with understanding.

               The brilliant red rose, an unmistakably glamorous yet also harsh flower, was less a gesture in this case and more a statement. Who else could have been capable of presenting another with such a gift, much less to represent it so well themselves?

               It wouldn’t have been more obvious if the man himself had been here, pointing a telling thumb at his own breast. Michalis. A slow and knowing smile spread across the Altean prince’s face. If the rose alone was not telling, even the contents of the actual note bespoke its owner’s identity just as well. 

             With the slender stem gripped delicately in his hand, evading the thorns, his eyes traveled across the lines of calligraphy to the eventual bottom of the white card. Marth shook his head with an amused chuckle, proceeding to fold the note into his breast pocket very carefully as not to crimp the paper. “Goodness. I had expected as much, but his writing is just as presumptuous as he is. Even without his presence, I can hear his voice loud and clear!”

             With a thoughtful look, however, he gazed off into the distance. “But, no matter; I must thank Michalis for his rare civility..”

[braveryinblue]

two axemen walk into a bar...

[from here -  @scionofiote ]

Oh, for the love of…

Truth be told, if Michalis didn’t want that saddle blanket for Lutz, he wouldn’t have participated at all. The fact that this - student, from the looks of it, had the gall to approach him at all, was both a blessing and a curse.

Rolling his eyes, he silently fished his own paper and signet ring from his breastpocket. “I’ve had enough court engagements for one lifetime,” Michalis grumbled. Just because he didn’t like socializing, didn’t mean that he would have to be difficult about getting what he wanted. Michalis offered both to the man in front of him.

“I am Michalis of Macedon, formerly king. Let’s get this over with…?”

“You and me both,” Hector agreed without missing a beat. “And I’ve barely even started.” He took Michalis’ proffered items and gave his own in return - a simple stamp and signature and... wa-la! He gave, then, a small, appreciative whistle.

“Hoooo... Former royalty, huh?” Why former? Hector was tempted to ask, but bit his tongue (... for once). He could hear the council chiding him already, on and on about manners and etiquette and blah, blah blah. “Well met, Michalis of Macedon. I’m Hector, Marquess of Ostia.” He shrugged and gave a curt nod of his head.

Hm. Y’know what, screw it.

“So how’s one go about getting out of being king and wind up teaching at a place like this, anyway?”