THE VAIKE JUST GOT A LOT VAIKER!

priv. vaike from FE13 golden deer professor at the officer's academy

[teachgotchaback]

“Mya ha! They'll remember ME once I drive my axe into their... Wait... my axe! Where's my axe?!”

                         A private RP blog of Vaike from FE13, written by taro.

                STATS.    /     MUN.    /    DOSSIER.    /    AFFILIATION.

                                    Portrayal Notes under the cut!

My portrayal of Vaike is from his solo ending. I will write him assuming all his supports have reached A rank. If any Awakening muses would like to adjust that, let me know!

As he was raised in the slums and faced classism throughout his life, he doesn't have a particularly high opinion of nobles. He'll still be nice and friendly to muses from noble lineages, but this is just a heads up as he may make assumptive ( or unintentionally hurtful ) remarks about the upper class in general.

Yes, he's walking around without a shirt 90% of the time.

The Vaike may be confused sometimes but he's got the spirit.

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[teachgotchaback]

sender cradles receiver’s face .

NON-VERBAL ASK MEME. / not accepting

“... And ya know what that stuffy old guy said to me? That he couldn’t believe ‘people like me’,” he emphasizes by mimicking quotation marks with his fingers, “are teaching at Garreg Mach! Nowwhaddaheckthass’posetomean, huh?!”

Now, usually he didn’t think his troubles were too troubling for him to walk up to the counselor and air out his, well. Troubles. But the way he was treated today when he was just going on a casual outdoor exercise routine had his blood BOILING! 

And so he spent the past ten minutes or so yapping about everything that happened to him today in front of the pretty bird lady. 

“I didn’t wanna start anythin’, so I just huffed at him, turned around and left.” He took a deep breath. In and out, Vaike... In. And. Out.

The Vaike doesn’t know why he’s doing this. He figures she doesn’t even understand the words he’s spitting out, and it’s not like venting about it is getting him anywhere… But she seems like a nice gal. Calm, collected. Certainly got her head together, unlike himself right now.

As he does some breathing exercises for a bit longer, ready to offer his apology for probably startling her with his explosive voice, when Vaike notices her hands cradle his jaw. His entire body freezes. “Uh…”

He can’t really understand what she’s saying — at least, not until he gets to know her better — but the lady’s looking at him with those soft, sympathetic eyes. It’s making him blush, actually. It can’t be this easy for him to start swooning for a lady, can it?

“It’s alright, no need to pity me.” Vaike gently pries her hands off his face. For some reason, he can't seem to look at her in the eyes. “Thanks for hearin’ me out. I, uh, should get back to work. Teach be busy an' all, y’know?”

[ohisms]

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 .    (  a  collection  of  100  nonverbal  action  prompts .   mature  and  potentially  triggering  themes  are  present .   add  “ + reverse ”  to  swap  assigned  roles . )

∗ o1﹕ sender  tucks  hair  out  of  receiver’s  face . ∗ o2﹕ sender  offers  receiver  a  bite  from  their  fork . ∗ o3﹕ sender  places  their  feet / legs  in  receiver's  lap . ∗ o4﹕ sender  offers  receiver  an  earbud  to  share  their  music . ∗ o5﹕ sender  comforts  receiver  in  the  aftermath  of  a  nightmare . ∗ o6﹕ sender  gives  receiver  company  in  the  hospital . ∗ o7﹕ sender  wraps  their  arms  around  a  hysterical  receiver  to  calm  them . ∗ o8﹕ sender  shows  up  at  receiver’s  home  late  at  night . ∗ o9﹕ sender  falls  asleep  leaning  against  receiver . ∗ 1o﹕ sender  wields  a  [ gun / knife ]  at  receiver . ∗ 11﹕ sender  runs  their  fingers  through  receiver’s  hair . ∗ 12﹕ sender  invites  receiver  to  dance . ∗ 13﹕ sender  takes  a  [ picture / video ]  of  receiver . ∗ 14﹕ sender  places  their  head  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 15﹕ sender  and  receiver  make  eye  contact  across  a  busy  room . ∗ 16﹕ sender  pushes  receiver  against  a  wall  to  kiss  them . ∗ 17﹕ sender  and  receiver  cook  together . ∗ 18﹕ sender  comes  to  receiver  after  being  injured . ∗ 19﹕ sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 2o﹕ sender  lifts  receiver's  chin ,  invoking  eye  contact . ∗ 21﹕ sender  overtakes  receiver  in  combat . ∗ 22﹕ sender  finds  receiver  [ injured / bloodied ] . ∗ 23﹕ sender  straightens  an  article  of  receiver’s  clothes . ∗ 24﹕ sender  crawls  into  bed  with  receiver . ∗ 25﹕ sender  rolls  their  eyes  at  receiver . ∗ 26﹕ sender  lights  receiver’s  [ cigarette / joint ] . ∗ 27﹕ sender  is  caught  wearing  receiver's  clothes . ∗ 28﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  with  a  pillow . ∗ 29﹕ sender  writes  a  note  on  receiver’s  skin :  [ note ] . ∗ 3o﹕ sender  wraps  a  blanket  around  receiver’s  shoulders . ∗ 31﹕ sender  runs  and  jumps  into  receiver’s  arms . ∗ 32﹕ sender  shoves  receiver  out  of  anger . ∗ 33﹕ sender  hovers  over  receiver’s  shoulder  as  they  complete  a  task . ∗ 34﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  somewhere  they  shouldn’t  be . ∗ 35﹕ sender  curls  up  against  receiver  in  their  sleep . ∗ 36﹕ sender  is  found  drunk  by  receiver . ∗ 37﹕ sender  throws  an  item  of  sentiment  bitterly  at  receiver . ∗ 38﹕ sender  joins  receiver  in  the  shower . ∗ 39﹕ sender  is  caught  following  receiver . ∗ 4o﹕ sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  [ scars / bruises ] . ∗ 41﹕ sender  twines  their  fingers  with  receiver’s . ∗ 42﹕ sender  barges  into  receiver’s  home  unannounced . ∗ 43﹕ sender  kicks  receiver’s  shin  beneath  a  table . ∗ 44﹕ sender  aggressively  shoves  past  receiver . ∗ 45﹕ sender  kisses  receiver’s  [ forehead / cheek ] . ∗ 46﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  out  of  harm’s  way . ∗ 47﹕ sender  is  found  sobbing  by  receiver . ∗ 48﹕ sender  locks  receiver  out  of  their  room . ∗ 49﹕ sender  brings  receiver  [ coffee / tea ]  in  the  morning . ∗ 5o﹕ sender  rests  their  forehead  against  receiver’s . ∗ 51﹕ sender  plays  a  song  for  receiver  that  reminds  them  of  them :  [ song ] . ∗ 52﹕ sender  takes  a  [ punch / stab / bullet ]  meant  for  receiver . ∗ 53﹕ sender  buys  receiver  a  drink  at  a  bar . ∗ 54﹕ sender  needs  receiver’s  help  getting  in  the  bath . ∗ 55﹕ sender  and  receiver  cross  paths  in  the  kitchen  late  at  night . ∗ 56﹕ sender  twists  receiver’s  arm  behind  their  back . ∗ 57﹕ sender  winks  at  receiver . ∗ 58﹕ sender  is  found  collapsed  by  receiver . ∗ 59﹕ sender  prevents  an  injured  receiver  from  getting  up . ∗ 6o﹕ sender  claps  a  hand  over  receiver’s  mouth  to  silence  them . ∗ 61﹕ sender  cages  receiver  against  a  [ wall / the floor ]  with  their  arms . ∗ 62﹕ sender  storms  away  from  receiver  during  an  argument . ∗ 63﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  sleeping  in  receiver’s  bed . ∗ 64﹕ sender  [ applies / touches up ]  receiver’s  makeup . ∗ 65﹕ sender  throws  receiver  into  a  wall  during  combat . ∗ 66﹕ sender  dances  sensually  with  receiver . ∗ 67﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  across  the  face . ∗ 68﹕ sender  places  their  hand  on  receiver’s  leg  while  driving . ∗ 69﹕ sender  pulls  a  chair  out  from  under  receiver . ∗ 7o﹕ sender  catches  receiver’s  wrist  when  they  turn  to  leave . ∗ 71﹕ sender  leaves  an  intimate  mark  on  receiver . ∗ 72﹕ sender  beats  receiver  in  a  video  game . ∗ 73﹕ sender  and  receiver  stand  in  stunned  silence  after  a  fight . ∗ 74﹕ sender  cares  for  receiver  while  they’re  sick . ∗ 75﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  on  a  hike . ∗ 76﹕ sender  is  caught  snooping  in  receiver’s  things . ∗ 77﹕ sender  and  receiver  cuddle  while  watching  television . ∗ 78﹕ sender  throws  something  aggressively  at  receiver . ∗ 79﹕ sender  creeps  up  behind  receiver  to  scare  them . ∗ 8o﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  shopping  together . ∗ 81﹕ sender  helps  receiver  [ dye / style ]  their  hair . ∗ 82﹕ sender  draws  receiver  into  a  kiss  by  the  back  of  their  neck . ∗ 83﹕ sender  is  discovered  having  a  panic  attack  by  receiver . ∗ 84﹕ sender  accidentally  injures  receiver  during  sparring . ∗ 85﹕ sender  grabs  receiver  roughly  by  the  hair . ∗ 86﹕ sender  brings  receiver  to  their  knees  during  combat . ∗ 87﹕ sender  shows  receiver  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ∗ 88﹕ sender  winks  [ seductively / mockingly ]  at  receiver . ∗ 89﹕ sender  yells  at  receiver  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air . ∗ 9o﹕ sender  helps  receiver  patch  up  a  wound . ∗ 91﹕ sender  holds  receiver  as  they  cry . ∗ 92﹕ sender  silently  and  angrily  points  receiver  towards  the  door . ∗ 93﹕ sender  gestures  for  receiver  to  sit  down . ∗ 94﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  into  their  lap . ∗ 95﹕ sender  cradles  receiver’s  face . ∗ 96﹕ sender  tackles  receiver  out  of  the  way  of  danger . ∗ 97﹕ sender  has  hidden  an  injury  from  receiver ,  and  receiver  finds  out . ∗ 98﹕ sender  confronts  receiver  about  their  unhealthy  behavior . ∗ 99﹕ sender  proposes  to  receiver . ∗ 1oo﹕ sender  has  just  died ,  receiver  finds  out .

[teachgotchaback]

let her cook, he said.

PERPETUAL STEW / vaike + chrom

[soulsaligned]

Chrom gave his rival a bit of side eye as he listened to the snide memories of their shared cooking competition. " I still like to believe that I won that competition, Vaike, considering you couldn't even eat what I made you. " 

Though he himself hadn't wished to admit it in the moment -- Chrom was happy to see Vaike at the academy, let alone as a fellow professor, regardless of their placement in different houses. Their friendship (and rivalry, though Chrom wouldn't indulge Vaike in refering to it as such) had been one of many that the young Exalt had cherished, even causing Chrom to wonder if Vaike would ever come to The Officer's Academy, among other things. I wonder if our Houses will come to clash. 

So, as the duo stared at the stew -- a perpetual stew, as rumors would've had it -- Chrom felt the infectious excitement brewing from his rival. This could be a little House clash here, though none of the Three need to know. As Vaike prepares to take a bite, and as he goads Chrom into doing so, the Exalt gives a smirk as he fixes himself a bowl. 

Admittedly, the mysterious aspect of this stew brought Chrom quiet pause as well, though he wouldn't admit that to Vaike either. How is it perpetual? " How about a rematch for our cooking competition, Vaike? Especially since you seem so hellbent on saying you won that. " A crack of the neck, followed by a light jab of Vaike's shoulder. " Whoever can eat the most bowls of this stew wins. "

It was a stupid competition, but the talking-to Lissa gave the two boys last time had lingered in Chrom's head. He didn't want to worry his little sister with a proper fight, even if she hadn't been there to witness it. 

" And no passing out this time either, Vaike. " 

[teachgotchaback]

Get a load of this guy! Chrom, challenging the Vaike to an eating competition. Challenging the guy who’s appetite gives the other Shepherds a run for their money. Okay, except maybe the bigger guys in the crew... Even so! Clearly he’s confident enough he can take him on, unlike back when Vaike first offered a cooking contest between them. So who is he to refuse?

“I’m only hellbent on it ‘coz it’s true! Ya can't win a cooking contest if the judge can't score ya. If Teach’s gotta do another competition to get it through to yer skull, then so be it!” 

Just when he feels his confidence spike, he looks down at the grub in his bowl. It looks… Well…

It’s gotta be at least tastier than whatever Chrom can cook up, right?

Lifting the first spoonful towards his mouth is like getting ready to hike on the world’s tallest mountain. “Alright, on the count of three! One… Two…”

“THREE!!!”

He shoves the spoon into his mouth and tries to swallow it whole. The first spoon goes in, easy peasy lemon squeezy. Flavor? What’s that? If the Vaike spends too much time thinking about how there’s too much going on in this stew, his winning chances are gonna plummet! In goes the second spoon!

And then the third…!

And then… 

By the time the fourth spoon enters his mouth, his face scrunches up, eyes wrinkling at the flavor like a long-lived grandma without her reading glasses. His trembling hand lands on his knee as he forces himself to swallow, and he murmurs…

“Urgh... my stomach...”

[missus-meg]

who cleaned the stable, lisa? da vaikey?

mission board: pearlescent | any skill +1

[missus-meg]

the stool comes straight at her and meg catches it with little fanfare. the wood is solid---it makes a rough slap against her gloved palm. now THAT'S quality. " thank ya kindly! " she chirrups to her comrade, plopping it in the dirt and taking a seat.

she rests for a moment, dabbing at the sweat on her forehead with a towel she's draped around her shoulders. it's hard work but it's good work here; even if she's not a scholar or a knight or a professor, there's enough to do around here where she feels like she's earning her spot. on top of that, she's not the only one working hard! she offers a smile to the blonde man nearby.

and boy, he's working hard. look at those sleeves, pulled back to show off some of that toned muscle. he's a man of effort... and, well, meg knows how to appreciate guys like that. a light blush crosses her freckled face, but she hides it behind her towel. all right. time to get to work!

she stands back up and kicks her stool to the side, then pats the horse she's working on's rump before reaching down. the horse offers its leg without fuss, which at least shows her that whoever she's working for properly socializes their animals. that's good! as she picks at all of the dirt stuck in the hoof, wedging it between her legs, she hums.

" hmm hmm... oh, who's the vaike? 's he a friend? have i seen him before? " she wonders who he could be talking about. he must be important if he's the. " well, if y'see him, you can tell him that my name's meg! "

[teachgotchaback]

Hah! Meg sure has a funny sense of humor! “You’re talkin’ to him! Me and the Vaike, the Vaike and me, we’re one and the same!” He chortles and gets back to work scrubbing off the rust off one of the horse’s troughs.

As much as he hated to admit it, he didn’t have the best track record at dealing with horses. Vaike shudders to think of the way Sully’s horse would stare at him menacingly back in Ylisse. Which is why seeing her cleaning its hooves like it’s a regular afternoon gets him a teensy bit curious. “Ya got a horse back home or somethin’? I know we’re s’pose to be pretending we’re good at our job, but yer lookin’ like you’ve done this plenty of times.”

When he’s trying to get a particularly stubborn patch of rust outta the way, face nearly touching the metal to make sure he can see the thing in as high definition as possible, the Vaike hears a breath tickling the shell of his ear. He looks up and –

Oh. There’s another horse in here. 

Oh! There's another horse in here!

“SWEET MONKERIN' BRIGANDS!”

It takes everything in Teach not to launch himself backwards. One, it would be a terrible look for him if Meg saw that. Two, he’s pretty sure that’s gonna rile up the horse in some way. “Didn’t notice the other fella was here, haha… ha… Uhh… Good horsie…” Carefully, he returns to where he stopped, speaking through his teeth. “Look, see? Can’t have a good meal if yer bowl’s not clean, right…?”

Its ears are twitching a little and it’s looking at him. Is that a good thing? Somehow, he’s feeling more pressured that a horse’s supervising his scrubbing work over a human…

“Sorry if I scared ya, Meg,” he sighs, “Teach gets a lil' jumpy around big animals, 'specially when one's right up in his face.”

[teachgotchaback]

june activity check

TOTAL SKILL POINTS ⟋ 5

SKILL POINTS ACQUIRED ⟋ 1

BREAKDOWN: passed monthly activity check - +1 any skill

ALLOCATED SKILL POINTS ⟋ stats page

[+1 SP] Axe - D -> D+

FINISHED THREADS ⟋ none

[legacyofaliar]

So You Wanna Be a Hero, Kid? Well, Whoop-De-Do!

[legacyofaliar]

"...Book. Well, inspired by something in the book, it's my idea otherwise."

Corrin groans as she pulls herself up, sticking her weapon into the ground as leverage, wincing somewhat at seeing Yato embedded into the sandy ground.

"Supposed to be more... chivalric, or something. Longer lance correlating to a better knight. It doesn't make combat easier, but... I can learn. I have the strength to, and the need to - my people need someone who can defend them, so I should be as knightly as my people can get. They've been through enough."

She goes into a standing position, crossing her arms with a slight huff, as she hears another of her classmates fall over from overexertion somewhere else on the grounds. Seems she wasn't the only one struggling to be a proper knight.

"And I can't control it yet. I can in time. That's why I'm out here - to make it so I can control it. I mostly use swords, but if using a lance can make me a more heroic figure to undo the legacy left at home, more so the better."

She draws her lance back, and, with a shake of her head, attempts one of the lance pokes she saw Silas do in training while grounded, combined with some of the advice she had from home, and the book.

"Aim for the vital spots... and go!"

A clean blow... that she almost loses the grip of. But with a grunt (and some draconic strength flowing through her arms...) she raises her weapon high - lance still embedded into the straw form.

"And then..."

She grunts. This is heavy. But... she can do it.

"Spin!"

She lets out a roar, almost as heavy as when transformed, and twirls, using the impaled dummy as a bludgeoning tool, wracking each and every dummy round her.

And almost-

CRAP

"Gah!"

She quickly pulls it up before it can make contact with her teacher (or something like that, he had something he called himself in the lecture she attended of his), (semi)gently laying her weapon on the ground, holding her head high.

"Still improving!"

...Right?

[teachgotchaback]

Book? What book is she on about? Wait…

She don’t mean that book that the Vaike’s been hearing along the grapevine, right?

“Er, does the weapon ya use really matter in knightly stuff?” Sure, a lot of knights he’s seen usually go for the lances, but he figured that’s more out of convenience than anything. A weapon's a weapon.

He watches her have another go, and by the gods, she sure can lift that thing! Maybe she’s actually onto somethi–

“EGADS! Watch the face!!!” 

The Vaike instinctively ducks before the swance contraption swings towards his direction. A hell of a deadly weapon, and an even deadlier wielder!

He runs a hand from his forehead to the back of his head as he straightens himself up, making sure his hair band’s still in place. “... I dunno about you, but with your strength, Teach doesn’t think you’d need a bigger weapon to defend the people you wanna defend. Heck, I think swords can be just as heroic and knightly as lances!” Or whatever being knightly is supposed to mean, anyway!

“And didja say you got the idea from a book? Something something ‘chivalry’, right?” He rubs his chin thoughtfully. “You got a copy of it lyin' around? The Vaike would like to see this thing for himself...”

[teachgotchaback]

let her cook, he said.

PERPETUAL STEW / vaike + chrom

[teachgotchaback]

“Remember when we had a cooking contest and ya knocked me out with your nasty goulash? Good times!” 

Can you believe it? Fate and destiny has once again brought Chrom and the ol’ Teach to the same place, at the same time! He didn’t even know that Chrom was also a professor. To those who think they AREN’T rivals tied to the hip, how do they explain this, huh? Huh?! The Vaike is waiting.

Ah, besides that! What better way to spend a reunion than to try out some of that ‘perpetual stew’ that’s been going around the block?

When they arrived at the place and he saw the gigantic pot with the granny stirring the batch…

Now this is a whole pot-a-stew that the Vaike’s never seen before…!

“Wait… There’s HOW many ingredients floatin’ around in here?” He looks down into the stew and sees bits and bobs of foodstuff bubbling away. The Vaike can’t even tell which one’s animal and which one’s plant… Or, what if there’s a secret third thing that shouldn’t be in a stew, but is in this one? 

The way that granny’s acting all mysterious about it is kinda scary. Scary enough for Teach to gulp in anticipation.

No!

He can’t back out so quickly and easily, especially when Chrom’s next to him…

Vaike grabs a bowl and scoops up the stew, plopping it in and laughing with enough confidence to put the sun out of a job. “Hah! The Vaike can handle whatever stew ya throw into his chomper! C’mon Chrom, dig in!” 

[ @soulsaligned ]

[teachgotchaback]

If Vaike focuses, he might have heard a "holy moly!" from the distance. It doesn't matter if he does or doesn't - this does not chance Cynthia's plan.

She's quick and light on her feet. Before Vaike knows it, something springs onto his back. That thing is Cynthia. Her arms are around his shoulders, dangling there, uselessly.

"What are you doing here?!" Cynthia asks, grinning. "I can't believe it! You're here!!"

All he was doing was standing around, figuring out where to go after his teaching duties were all over. He could go get some extra training done, maybe get a nice meal… Ooh! He heard there was a nice little sauna somewhere in the monastery! 

But then–

“JEEPERS!”

The Vaike nearly sends himself off the ground with that lil’ sneak attack. Who in their right mind would scare him like tha-

Waitaminute.

“CYNTHIA?!” His mouth parts into the widest grin. “Howdja even get in the same place as ol’ Teach?! Fate really does work in mysterious ways, eh?”

Might as well let her hang onto him for a bit longer. It’s not everyday this happens! “Ya know, the Vaike bumped into ya right on time! What say we grab somethin’ to eat? You hafta tell me about your adventures!”

[missus-meg]

who cleaned the stable, lisa? da vaikey?

mission board: pearlescent | any skill +1

[missus-meg]

sighing and wiping sweat from her forehead, meg puts down her pitchfork and looks out to the rising sun beyond the cliffs. never in a million years did she think she'd ever see something so beautiful... marching through forests and up rocky trails is one thing, but looking at it all from a bird's eye view is almost impossible to her. humans can't fly, but seeing the treetops straight down makes her feel like she can, even if it's just for a minute. she won't go jumpin' off anywhere to flap her wings, so don't you start thinkin' about any of that nonsense, now.

she's only just got to this monastery, so all of these noble names don't mean a lot to her---blaiddyd? gloucester? gosh, even the names themselves sound rich---but when she hears that people are in need of strong hands, she's quick to jump in and volunteer her services.

thankfully, everyone's got a horse they need cared for!

now that she's cleaned all of the dirty bedding out of the stable of a beautiful dappled grey, she's all excited to get to the next part: cleanin' up that pretty pony! all she needs is a hoof pick and a nice stool to sit on. " s'cuse me, mister...? " ooh, she really should have asked that blonde man for his name before she started working with him. be still, her shy and tender heart... " could you toss me one'a them there stools next to ya? i'd appreciate it! "

@teachgotchaback

[teachgotchaback]

Of course, them nobles are looking for more hands to deal with their mess... Honestly, if they didn’t have so much stuff under their name, maybe they wouldn’t needa hire so many people to manage it! 

The Vaike’ll never understand the way nobles live… Least he’s working with a pretty gal, so he’s not tending to these horses on his own.

They’re a bit of a ways away from each other for him to simply hand it over, so Teach does as he’s asked, flashes a wink and tosses a stool her direction. “One stool, comin’ right up!” She can catch it, right?

Apparently they were s’pose to disguise themselves, but what’s the point of that if he’s just some random schmuck to these rich folks? Not like they batted an eye when they tossed him stablehand garb and told him to get to work. 

He’ll just prove to them that the Vaike never messes around, fair and square! Just like when he was with the Shepherds!

And that’s why he’s got his sleeves all rolled up to the elbows, scrubbing down the dirt and grime of the troughs.

“Might the Vaike know the lass’s name? He ain’t ever seen ya at the academy before.” 

[legacyofaliar]

So You Wanna Be a Hero, Kid? Well, Whoop-De-Do!

[legacyofaliar]

"...This doesn't feel quite right."

Were knights... so different here in Fodlan?

She had several knight friends in her army - Benny, Laslow, Effie, Charlotte, Silas, there were so many she knew as somewhat role models on what 'chivalry' could mean.

But here? Some of this seemed to reflect similarly, but... well, if it was how she needed to do, she could adapt.

"Alright, let's see... 'the larger your lance, the more chivalrous a figure you strike-' I... think I had a greatlance somewhere around there..."

Wait - maybe she could do some modifications! With a bit of grit, and a few pieces of wood, she manages her feat - Yato, attached to the lance, and with it, she takes out to the training grounds.

"'Sweeping blows are best - keeps you safe from a distance and takes out multiple enemies around you!' That'd explain the length thing... but isn't that best for axes? Well, the book says to, so may as well try!"

Corrin pulls out several training dummies, lining them up in a circular display - she can spy several of her classmates doing similar - but with shorter weapons. Heh, she was doing this better than them.

"And..."

She swings her lance, and WHOAAAH-

That thing was way heavier than she was expecting.

But she has to do this to be a chivalric princess - it's what her people need. And maybe she can work some more control into her, since her draconic nature already somewhat helped with the strength part.

"Have to try that again."

She swings, and... way overexerts herself in it, winding up spinning herself out, landing on her butt, hair spread out beneath her as she looks up into a pair of eyes she recognized - one of her classe's professors. Well, this wasn't someone she wanted to look a fool in front of. Ah well, this was the learning process.

@teachgotchaback

[teachgotchaback]

Today is just about the right kind of day for Teach to get some extra training in! 

Weather? As good as it can be.

Mood? On fire!

Of course, that’s how the Vaike is everyday, but that’s why everyday is a good day!

Just look at all these students in the training hall, just as motivated as he is to get even stronger! He strides down by the side of the hall, trying to find a good empty spot to work on his daily reps, when his eye catches sight of a girl sending herself to the ground right in front of him.

“Woah, woah, WOAH! What in the somersaulting canines are ya doin’?!” 

When he extends a hand to pull her back onto her feet, he sees the strange weapon laying next to her. Did she really stick a sword and a lance together? A… swance? The Vaike’s never seen someone swinging in the air more recklessly than HE does!

“Ya can’t go luggin’ around a weapon that big if ya can’t control it! By the time ya got your balance, the enemy’s already shankin’ you to bits!” His tone is more shocked and surprised than angry, as if he'd just seen a mythical creature that made him question his entire worldview. 

He couldn’t have taught her this stuff… Could he?

No way! This was Teach's first week at the job! And the only thing he’s taught the Deer so far is axework, not swancework!

If he's gonna be teaching her, better work on learning her mindset first. Vaike points his finger at the improvised weapon with a curious face. “Wheredja get the idea to put that thing together?” 

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wanted plots - june

The Vaike is here and he's ready to make your problems ✨ Disappear ✨ . Here's some plots I'm looking for to start him off!

Pings or DMs on Discord are preferred! Tumblr IMs are fine but expect a longer response time.

REQUIRES UNAFFILIATED MUSE: [ANY SKILL +1] - He doesn't like nobility, especially the ones who don't even do their own chores! But if it's for the sake of juicy gossip…

NON-MISSION BOARD: [LANCE +1] - You may be surprised to hear this, but the Vaike actually has a bit of common sense, so he wouldn't fall for such strange advice… Most of the time. [PERPETUAL STEW] - Let's recreate the Yamcha defeat pose… together.

Also, for any Ylisse muses I'm open to regular threads as well!

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" you're the guy everyone's callin' teach, right? "

the sheer, inimitable aura that rolls off of this dude cannot be overstated. literally. it can't. it's impossible to overstate. any big word that anyone could think of in this monastery right now---massive, gargantuan, titanic---couldn't hope to cover what This Man has got going on.

fogado, of course, catches on quick. and if he doesn't at least have a chat with this guy, it'll be a regret he carries for the rest of his life.

" and you're a golden deer. so that means you'll be teaching one of my classes, potentially. " the way fogado pitches his voice, it's almost like he's trying to string together details to formulate a plan. just what could he be thinking...?

" if that's the case... could i actually ask you a question? before class? "

and from his pocket he pulls the penultimate conversation starter: two kind of weird shaped clay guys he made out of scraps during art class. one is blue and the other gold.

" so i've got these two dudes, right? if i threw them at the wall right now, which one d'you think would explode bigger? my money's on the blue one. "

First day on the job and he’s already the talk of the class. Heh. The Vaike certainly has that effect on people.

“Exactamundo! That's me, ol' Teach in the flesh!” He points to his chest with his thumb. 

And with a proud smirk too, ‘cause he’s just that guy. 

“From the plains of Ylisse–andsoonGarregMach–everyone’s gonna know me as the Teach of Teaches. And yes, one day, the Vaike might just teach YOU e-vry-thing he knows about fightin’.”

To make this day even better, the guy has a question for him! Is this what being a professor’s like?! Oh, he could get used to this. 

...

... Er, but this question isn’t about fighting at all. It’s about… clay dolls… exploding???

“Eh?” The smirk quickly drops to an expression that’s more dumbfounded than anything. “Wouldn’tcha know the answer to that since ya made them? I’m assumin’ ya made them…” 

Oh, but not to worry! The Vaike can’t leave a student’s question unanswered anyways! Once again, his confidence brims just as fast as his dumbfoundedness. “Ya know what? I’m bettin’ on the gold one, so at least one of us is gonna be right!”

If he ends up in the right, then that’s something he’ll call… The Vaike’s Golden Intuition.

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A test? The Vaike doesn't need a test for this! If anyone knows how to narrate, it's me!

Wait... What are you doing with that thing... 

YEEEEOOWWCHHHHH!!!