#vantagx

[jasperlion]

@vantagx

He’s already approached Faye enough before he realizes it’s likely not the one he knows, not exactly. She’s young, as young as she looked back during the war, and his once decisive walk slows to a stop, hand raised in greeting slowly lowering. He hoped, at the very least, she hadn’t seen that embarrassing display ( even if, really, all of his friends back in Ram had seen him do much worse, sheep riding included ) — there was a certain sense of pride attached to having the least amount of inside jokes directed at his person ( and yet it’s actually likely Kliff who has that honor, but he would never express it outwardly for fear of validating it ). ... She probably saw. Terrible. And yet the thought drew a smile to his face regardless.

What is done is done, alas, and he swallows both his pride and his nerves. There are many unknowns now to deal with, none of them particularly appealing, but Faye is a familiar face, even if not exactly the Faye he remembers (or, perhaps, she is Faye before his Accident and the end of the era of the Gods).

“Sorry.” He starts, left hand balled into a fist against his chest, then pauses. He can’t exactly say he mistook her for someone else, that was Faye either way anyone sliced it... how did one express that kind of distinction, anyway? The confusion and conflict shows on his face, which he then shakes from side to side as if to rid himself from it. “Faye. You seem hale.” He signs instead, trying to take it slow and gauge if she’s following at all. 

Uh. Well. Might as well ask. “You understand?” Quirking his head slightly to the left, Alm’s expression turns apologetic. What an awkward turn of events, huh?

[convxction]

Rescue Mission  || closed starter || @vantagx (Elphin) 

As per usual, on every mission Summoner picks who get to go and who remains in the castle to protect it. The main team was sent out to intercept Embla’s recent attack. Everything was going smoothly until a messenger came to report that the Prince of Askr was ambushed and was taken a hostage by the Embla army. 

Panic seeped into the army but thankfully, summoner quickly planned a counterattack. Calling for some heroes to act as a diversion to follow the main army then send a couple to rescue the prince. Among the group that was sent undercover were Chrom and Elphin. Maybe Chrom was not a fast unit but they needed the strength in case they were found.

The prince waited until all his teammates came, Elphin, L'Arachel and Jaffar. “Summoner said we are supposed to take the southeast path to avoid any conflict until we reach Alfonse. Is everyone ready?”

[kinshiking]

@vantagx

               “ Have you come to visit, Kamui? “ Though their countries had finally found peace, it did not stop the tremor in his heart from continuously tearing open at each and every sight of Kamui. He was not too sure if he would ever fully heal from the heartache that his brother left him with, but at the very least he could be thankful that he was alive; that Hinoki and Sakura still had one more living sibling, despite this sibling casting them away during a pivotal point in the war. 

[sabuleum]

@vantagx ♥’ed for a starter (Seliph)

A low pitch resonates as they let their weapon slide head-first down to the dirt, metal and crystal humming on impact before it’s still once more. The quiet scene that stretches out before them instills a sense of peace, and they’d wager that’s why the young regent escaped to this spot in the first place; to try and shrug some of the constant burden which pressed on his shoulders before returning, once more, to the fray. A familiar endeavor, to say the least.

It’s certainly not her intention to pry as she comes to stand off his left, a fact reflected in how slow she is to say anything-- but being alone with heavy thoughts only makes the weight more apparent.

“ When my wife originally tried ta’ teach me how t’ tend a garden, I was hopeless at it. It felt like my hands were too big, or too clumsy to handle such delicate tasks-- to hold little seeds between my fingers without crushing them. And all that work just to put something in the ground and wait, hope that it’d grow, gods and the soil willin’.” She spares a glance at her palms as she speaks, strong, long hands, calloused where the hilt of her great hammer sits in battle. But, there is also dirt under her nails-- fresh, evidently.

“ Won’t say that I’m good at it now, either; and definitely not half as much as she was. But I do like it-- how it slows me down... D’you have somethin’ you do in your down time? A hobby, t’ help clear your head? ”

[pellucii]

@vantagx was Corrin’s blind date!

Corrin was never quite prone to nerves or pacing. Or so she claimed! She claimed it very much. Still, she found herself pacing, tossing her dragonstone around like the glittering gem was a ball under the canopy of a very well groomed wysteria in the gardens.

Seliph. Didn’t know a Seliph... from anything, anywhere. Well, of course she didn’t, blind date and all, would be against the point! Especially given she was fine with anyone from anywhere, but she suddenly realized it was... A little scary to meet someone THAT new. They had a few things in common, but they were very basic things...

A friend. Just had to reassure herself it would be a new friend. Would it be more? Perhaps she shouldn’t hope so highly, even if she had full faith Chrom and Emmeryn had been looking for a perfect romantic match, a friend would be enough. Romance didn’t come from people who weren’t likable, after all! A love of a lifetime bloomed very slowly. She stopped pacing and nodded. Yes, friend was more than enough today.

She turned to see the young man- likely her mysterious partner in question -and scrambled to pocket her dragonstone. Maybe save that for... later. Much later. Fine if never.

“Oh! Um, my apologies, I didn’t see you there!” She laughed. She flipped her hair; partly to ensure it was neat and orderly behind her back at least, partly because she’d seen Camilla do it dozens of times and it was cute, right? “I-I’m Princess Corrin, and... is it safe for me to presume you’re Sir Seliph? For the blind dating Lady Emmeryn and Lord Chrom are hosting?” 

He looked kind. Good start.

[virxfortiis]

❝It is a fine day, is it not?❞

@vantagx | start;

[nonpareiltactician]

@vantagx || Semi-plotted

Seliph

          “Lord Seliph,”

     His words are gentle, accompanying themselves with a bow from waist as the archbishop stands before the new ruler of Grannvale-- a man who the tales describe to be kind and almost saint-like; someone Saias has no reason to act anything but courteous towards. To say that the last few months have not been taxing on the continent would be naught but a massive understatement, for so many places-- the duchy that the young man has inherited, too--, have been left as mere shadows of their former selves, desperately needing restoration. Perhaps, the tactician thinks as blue eyes move back to focus on the other’s visage, Seliph has called him here so that they might negotiate trade, or to request help from himself in regards to the rebuilding of the boy’s new kingdom-- the letter he received had been far too vague in its intention. After all, his lineage should be clear, so why would the younger male ever want call upon him? Is there not a substantial amount of distrust that pools in the boy’s heart at the mere mention of the archbishop’s name?      Unable to find the answers to his own plethora of questions, a single, pale hand tightens its grip on an ornate staff, and Saias forces himself to speak up once more.

          “I cannot claim to know why you wish to see me, but nevertheless... it is an honour to finally meet you. I pray that, in this time after the war, you have found peace.”

[scarbladed-archive]

*i found you buried in a bloody curtain / kenshin + kamui .

THE CAMP IS QUIET; DECEPTIVELY SO. He knew from observation, something he had taken upon himself to do, as he hadn’t truly accepted being an army member - merely an observer, that one person was not asleep . If anything he could wager from his own experience, and from the glint of consciousness still remaining in frosty carmine eyes; that the stench of blood spilled in futility between both Nohr and Hoshido was inherently a stench one could not escape.

 Even if they had repressed and buried so much of their soul. He couldn’t make such grand claims if for a time once, he too had almost tasted nothing but blood and almost nigh lost his way, the purity of his intentions the only thing that seemed to remain of what the veiled legend had once taken on. 

In Hoshido, they had called him their  ‘ TENCHU ‘ for if the EARTH would not move obstacles, than HEAVEN would in the form of a fourteen year old boy wielding a sword that rent armies apart in both night and the day. Such times...he could only atone for, for the future that was yet incomplete had not come. 

It led Kenshin to wandering straight into ‘enemy’ territory to observe what the ideology and reasons for fighting led the Nohrians - while on the surface both wished for ‘peace’, ultimately it was a battle of one being defeated. Hoshidans were naturally less inclined, but if so, why did they have their own assassins? The Nohrians were guided by fear and oppression to fight - many had no choice, from infancy or the gutter, such was the way of things.

The time spent had been the frosty soul; not quite lost - though his heart was reaching to the farthest places of a ‘demon’ as many had whispered among camp in hushed fear.  There was a part, Kenshin felt, retaining or longing for a humanity lost - even if his physical form was not so. It was not with pity that he watched Prince Kamui, nor did his stare linger too long in courtesy of not prying or overstepping .

 He’d certainly protect him, yes, his skills were more than capable of such, but there was more to protection than the blade he held at his side, purposefully flipped to aim at him in battle, not his foes that were never slain, or villagers that were hastily ushered away . After ten years . . with the rain of blood, it was easy for the role he had taken on, the burdens and sacrifices he had both made and caused to flow away like the tranquil koi ponds in Hoshido’s capital.

 Leaving mere whispers of flame red hair; a cross-shaped scar, a figure of both missed power and might mixed with equal measures awe and terror. That is what made people legends in the popular eye; and Kenshin had never met a legend who was truly ‘satisfied’ with being one - it wasn’t like his reputation was much better. A man uncontested in spars yet utterly enigmatic in nature, always smiling and uncannily insightful. 

Being Hoshidan didn’t help his cause. That was well; Kenshin wasn’t used to having the odds in his favor despite overwhelming strength - if life was merely physical strength deciding its path....

Would the war not be over by now? 

A faint sound signals someone passing by; and outside his own meager tent, the wanderer flits perceptive amethyst eyes to his face without a hint of anything but what he wishes one to see. Kindness, casual observation - and a faint trace of knowing that if looked upon too long, unsettled most of the camp. 

❝ KAMUI-DONO? Ah, it seems a restless night. This one prepared tea for himself and has a pot left over. He doubts any sleep easy - much less the commander himself, no? ❞ He gestures to the pot with a splayed palm, the enigma known as the diminutive samurai smiling faintly in the dark.  

 ❝ You’ve no inclination to sit nor take the tea, he after all, has not earned any trust. It’s green tea, meant to relax one’s nerves. It suits this one fine, for the late hours.

You might take a bit of it, if you’d like, on your way? Here, the cup, if you please , at the very least, while he wouldn’t say you have humor in great spades, humor him with relieving him of excess tea, if you wish, of course.❞