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[radiantpriamos]

A Scripted Scheme [Mist & Priam]

Starter for @valkyrist for flenbarr2022 event!

While Raigh and Ethlyn are sneaking away, Casper has something of a lengthy talk with August before August finally relents and allows Priam and Mist into the theatre. He and Casper both follow them in though - presumably to stay on the lookout for anyone who might be coming back to resume rehearsal. 

The first, obvious comparison to the theater they’d just left was the sheer size of the new one. Three times as big and with seats even higher up, the grandeur of the stage couldn’t be lost on anyone entering the room. For all its size, it still didn’t sacrifice a gilded inch of the quality of its interior compared to the more elite theater behind them.

“Wow… this place is really something.” Priam whistled lowly as he stepped into the theater, wandering towards the front of the stage down the aisles between the rows of seats. With props and scripts laying about from the day’s rehearsal, it seemed best to look at those first, though he wasn’t sure about what might actually register as out of place without knowledge of the play.

He stepped onstage, eyes scanning downward at one of the opened scripts. The hero of the opera (if he tried out, he would definitely go for that role) seemed to have burst into a trial or kind of meeting to save the female lead.

Well, how exciting of a play was it? He looked around again, interested in any kinds of weapons. Priam expected to just find props, but a few more strides offstage led him to a few rapiers that were most definitely made from real metal. He winced, realizing just at a glance that the blades were dulled. A necessary precaution for a stage play, he was sure, but to see weapons dulled and left so uncared for, just strewn about on the floor... Although, if in the hands of someone desperate, or careless, they could still cause injury.

“They might be dulled, but those are real,” he mused, assuming Mist was somewhere near. “Guess they’re pretty committed to their effects.”

He looked over his shoulder, trying to find Mist and make eye contact if she perhaps had found something intriguing to her.

[frauleindermorgen]

sky meet sea

   Micaiah often came back to Leicester territory in her dreams, but not like this. The seaside villa that greets them seems like the magic of a fairy tale rather than the dark atmospheric nightmares she's used to when it comes to thinking of the east of Fódlan. It is jarring, true, but perhaps she needs it. 

She's certainly relieved that it is under kinder circumstances she and Mist have been reunited. Micaiah had noted quite a few students who had applied to care for the manner in their classmates stead as he travelled the land but many did not seem to take the job seriously.

 Mist, for the little Micaiah knew her, most certainly took her duties seriously. Still. Since they were here together she saw little point in rotating around each other in formalities when they could be truly exchanging ideas. This was a rare opportunity to really get to know the other woman and Micaiah wanted to take it, nerves or no 

 "It's all a bit much in there isn't it?" Micaiah said, gesturing back to the grand estate after they'd finished patrolling. "I think before going back in I would like to take a walk along the shoreline. Will you join me?"

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[ashenprofessor]

Of clerical importance

closed starter for @valkyrist

People from all corners of Fódlan and from all walks of life have gathered to the Church for peace and reassurance. It’s part of the Church’s responsibility to administer blessings to these far-flung travelers, but some are more agitated than others, demanding answers that the Church is trying to avoid giving. Their job is to keep the peace. Help the overwhelmed clergy with the crowds however you can. [Grants Faith +1]

The monastery was buzzing with life. It might still be close to the start of the academic year but school life had settled down for the most part. However, today as Byleth entered the entrance hall on her way to visit the main chapel there were so many bodies the teal haired professor could barely move. 

The hall was filled with travellers who judging from the colourful array of clothing came from all over the continent. Raised voices echoed off the high ceiling, shouts from the church clergy trying to organise the ensuing chaos. It must be annual pilgrimage time where people came to get blessings from the main church of Fódlan. She’d forgotten that it was this weekend. Pushing her way though, she exited into the courtyard to find yet more people, all of them snaking their way towards the doors of the church. She’d never seen anything like it. 

Spotting a student also watching from the sideline, Byleth made her way over to them, fighting against the sea of people. As she walked she could make out some of the phrases the people were saying. A mixture of common concerns and requests but amongst them were whispers related to recent events. 

“Is the Archbishop in today?” “What’s happening? Why are there so many people here?””Why are people becoming creatures of the night!?” “How is the church going to keep us safe?” “Can I just get through to get my annual blessing. My merchant business needs it” “Where’s the nearest toilet?”

As she drew near with the lady, Byleth saw that it was Mist, a student with the golden deer. “Hello. This looks like a bit of a disaster doesn’t it” She said. Spying a particularly frazzled looking cleric on the steps of the church’s door she pointed them out to Mist. “Do you think they require some help? We could ask what’s going on.”

[verseandrhyme]

drink and be merry

This was a poor excuse for a party, if Mitama was pressed to be perfectly honest. Or simply asked. She would have likely given the same response regardless of how intensely she was questioned on the subject.

She is not sure exactly where the alcohol had been found in the very edge of the forest as they are, but she is not one to complain. She has her own modest cup, having given far few protests than their stubborn and scowling...guide? Caretaker? Hindrance.

Still, they’ve managed to create a small gathering of students. Whether they are here for their goal of prodding the knight for more information or simply pulled in by the allure of alcohol, Mitama has no way of knowing, but she is not one to judge either. At least, not in this matter.

“You know.” Mitama begins casually after managing a small sip of her own drink. “From my understanding, the Goddess plans everything, does she not? You would think if she sent students here to explore the forest, she would pick ones who are capable of handling what may lie within its forbidden grounds, wouldn’t she?”

Her hypothetical receives no response from the man, but that is about what Mitama expected. She lets out a silent sigh before glancing over at her companions. “At the very least this is time spent in good company. Or would be, if some would deign to share with us the decency of simple cordial company.”

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VoK 646: Fevre Dream (by George R. R. Martin)

http://archive.org/download/vok-646-fevre-dream/VOK646_FevreDream.mp3 The Vassals (and Bastards) review Martin’s second published novel, the  steamboat horror story Fevre Dream. Join Amin, Duncan (aka Valkyrist) and Zach (aka Alias) as they sail down the vampire-infested waters of the Mississipi. Credits: Edited by Valkyrist and Amin [MP3] Download or play this episode directly [Archive] View…

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[theofficersacademy]

This character continues to poke at me, and so I have decided to choose violence. Since the muse has waned, I'm afraid I'll be dropping Mist (very sorry to those I had threads/connections with!), and reserving Priscilla in her place, if that's alright.

Mist has been dropped and are now available!

Priscilla has been reserved!

You have one week (2/16) to submit your blog and application to the masterlist. Thank you for your reserve!

- Mod Ree

[prhyst]

"So," Mist chirps, popping her head into the doorway of his office. It was still pretty surreal—not only was Rhys here, but he was a teacher, too! The setting and circumstances may have different, but something about it felt wonderfully nostalgic. "I may or may not have a basket of cucumber sandwiches prepared for a certain instructor... who's probably exhausted from grading last week's Faith exams... that I'm totally not curious about! Totally. Definitely not my grade, in particular."

Formal education was more laden with paperwork than Rhys had anticipated. He supposed that back home, any teaching he did was more like practical tutoring, with no test but day to day life. He’d raised his eyebrows at the standards of the academy but accepted them on the spot— after all, any job he could do, he’d strive to do well. Rhys had gotten to work grading papers the very day of the exam, and was tired.

“Mist!” Anyone from home brought warmth to Rhys’s chest and a smile on his face, but Mist had a place particularly close to his heart. He was reminded of his own age every time he resisted saying, ‘My, you’ve grown so much.’ Rhys beckoned her in eagerly, seated at his desk. The office was still barely broken in without much personal touch, as Rhys was still surprised to have one on top of generous living quarters. He’d only added a few spare handkerchiefs to the corner of the desk for anyone who needed one (usually himself) and he’d hung the training bow the armorer had insisted on giving him on the wall.

“Don’t tell me my student of all these years is nervous about her exam?” he teased lightly. Rhys eyed the little basket of sandwiches, suddenly realizing he was hungry. “I have to warn you, bribes don’t work on me, but fear not! You did wonderfully, just as I expected.” All the papers were graded, he may as well tell her. Mist would likely give him competition for faith magic aptitude, if he was honest. It only made him more proud.

“Those sandwiches look lovely, and I thank you very much for preparing them. Don’t you think they’d be best shared? I insist, if you have some time.” He closed a book he was looking over and pushed it aside, making all the room necessary for her to set the basket down.

[encursed]

♡ + hobbies

headcanons! (accepting)

i feel like veronica’s the type to engage in weirdly cute hobbies... stuff like doll-collecting or flower-picking! she is, by all means, a child so she enjoys exploring and discovering things on her off-time. not to say she has much of that, anyways hehe

aside from that, i also feel like she’d get into grooming horses or just riding off into the sunset and enjoying the view. her brave version does state that bruno and xander taught her how to ride a horse so i think she’d like it :^) idle pleasures like that, i feel, are hobbies she would find herself spending what little free time she has on.