𝔳𝔬𝔦𝔠𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔢. ✨♪ ♫

ｖｏｉｃｅ ｏｆ ｐｅａｃｅ． an azura roleplay blog from fire emblem: fates. affiliated with città alveare.

[vallight-blog]

pretovontade:

@vallight

                 “Belissimo.” The man clapped as he approached the woman, wearing a smile to alarm his sudden appearance even less. “I couldn’t help but stop and listen to your singing, I hope it wasn’t too rude to listen in.” Tyki tipped his hat at her, giving a slight bow to slightly apologize for any interruptions. It was a beautiful voice to hear and it would be a damn shame if SOMETHING happened to it. “Where are my manners? Tyki at your service, and what is your name?” 

      For all of the tragedies she’d witnessed not only in this city but throughout her entire life, Azura still found pleasure in singing. As Leon put it, she’d yet to find a reason to stop just yet. That being said, her inclination towards doing it in public had steadily decreased the more individuals approached her on account of it. Unsurprisingly, given the sheer concentration of people here, it was more often that not she found herself with an audience. They came out of the woodwork, so it seemed, and this man was no exception.

“.. Thank you,”

“It’s something that gives me comfort in this place. If other people enjoy it, then all the better.”

    Despite this claim, she straightened her posture; the songstress was clearly on alert. Though she had no immediate reason to distrust the stranger, Azura was naturally a cautious person, and wary of those with noble dispositions most of all: experience taught her that more often than not that a gentleman is simply a patient wolf.

“My name is Azura.  Rest assured that there’s no offense taken.”  She couldn’t hold commentary against him when she’d been singing in a public place, after all.

[notsofairlegacy-deactivated2020]

@vallight

This riot had its fair share of idiocy and if Zack were honest it was a true waste of a precious day that could have been peaceful and calm if merely people allowed it to be. The sun was out and the city was prepped to greet the afternoon of a fair weathered day, to say hello and then bid it farewell when night time came and the moon ascended into the darkened skies splattered with stars. A beautiful image is it not? A pleasant thought, quiet surely, but it was something to always look forward to, even more so if one’s world was induced in nothing more than chaos. Just a tinny tiny tad of a pinch of a problem — alright perhaps not that tiny. In fact it was a major conflict in need of addressing and undivided attention. A conflict that made the lives of those who were placed here against their wills by named scientists that made hell look and resemble that of a time out corner little children are placed when they do something terrible or something that should not be done. Most of the city was so hell bent in viewing people like Zack as their enemy and foe, now even more so than ever since these natives were blessed with possessing and handling powers to claim as their own to use against each other or against those who were placed here. A tragic tale that would simply unfold and turn out to go to a horrible scale from here on out. Not one to allow chaos to discourage him however, at the end of every tunnel there was always light.

Utmost attempts were made to blend in and remain silent at this given moment. The crowd was getting more hectic, the tension getting worst. Natives arguing with one another, attempting to yell over each other so to have their voice be heard, it was insane. Split in half, some wishing to dispose of the, how they oh so kindly put it, outsiders, whilst the other side argued that there be no reason to concern themselves over them and simply live their normal lives along with them.  Talking became arguing which turned to yelling and from there one faint move began the storm. Pushing and violence, standing on the side lines being something Zack could no longer do and naturally he got involved. Attempted to sooth the rage as much as possible however a singular being could only do so much, being pushed around and hit even to which he punched back from time to time but all of that forced moving made him bump into something, or someone for that matter who in fact stumbled and fell. “Woah, sorry ‘bout that… kid?” Turning, before him was a mere boy who’s eyes stained with traces of tears shed for a given time. “Kid ya’ shouldn’t be here, especially not now.” For a child to experience such a thing, it saddened Fair.

“Where are your ma’ and pa’?” He inquired whilst taking a knee and helping the child up, who merely gazed at the ground whilst lightly sobbing. He supposed that was a transparent I have no idea. “I need to get ya’ outta here and look for your parents then. C'mon, up ya’ go.” Lifting the child up in means of searching however halted when the boy claimed that there was someone that told him not to move from there and that she would return. “Is she your ma’?” He inquired to only get responded with a shake of his head. Boy claiming that she was actually trying to assist him as well. “Well alright if ya’ say so.” However Zack held no plans of staying here for too long for things were simply to get worst from here.

[vallight-blog]

     Civil unrest had reached an all time high that day, and Azura was by all means prepared to retire to her room at first available opportunity. It wasn’t safe walking the streets anymore, as all it took was a single moment for all of hell to break loose. This was a fact she was already well aware of as she’d already faced the brunt of several unprovoked attacks simply for walking through.

     Squeezing by irate protesters that covered every inch of the side walk, Azura peeked between the bodies to discover that unlike most altercations that had occurred this past week, this one was between two groups of NPCs. It became readily apparent what they were talking about the more she listened in, and the songstress became determined as ever to make it out of there as quickly as possible lest she be discovered by the side not entirely keen on her existence.

     Despite her precautions, it wasn’t long before the sides erupted into verbal and then physical violence, the consequences of which could only be described as volatile. Punches were thrown, hair was pulled, and blood was splattered on the streets. Azura herself was a victim of being pushed in all directions as the crowd broke into a incorrigible panic. Finding herself pressed up against a streetlight, she wrapped her arms around the pole before stepping up on its base for a better view. This new perspective allowed her to single out what appeared to be a child lost in the crowd, and as frightened as Azura thought herself to be, she knew that that poor kid was certainly worse off yet.

     There was no way she could in good conscience abandon such a person in need, and thereby the princess descended from her lookout and after inquiring about what the boy was doing in such a dangerous place, began the long and strenuous process of searching for his parents. Upon seeing a dark-haired man approach she got her hopes up that perhaps his dad had beaten her to the punch.

“Are you his father?” she inquired, turning to the child for confirmation. The only thing worse than a lost little boy was letting said boy walk off with a stranger. She’d told him to wait for her where she’d left him as it was relatively safe, and was quite beside herself to find him in nearly the same place that she’d found him!

“It’s dangerous here. We all need to leave as soon as possible.”

[knightofkindness]

Help Comes in many Ways [Azura]

@vallight

“This….nearly wasn’t as heavy before…” He was grunting while lifting up the two boxes, arms twinging as if going through a spasm and he nearly dropped them. It was taking a longtime to recover, and not at a speed that was relatively good at all. A part of him regretted not staying at the hospital a little longer, but it would affect the blond negatively more than positively with all the nothingness.

“Still, I cant just let pain stop me like before. It’s only a little farther…” For these boxes anyway, making a second trip would be annoying, but effective. 

But them the spasm started again, stronger than last time and ended up dropping to one knee just so nothing would break when he dropped the boxes. 

[vallight-blog]

     Inclined as Azura was to keep to herself—and out of trouble—if she could so be helped, it was difficult to watch the young man struggle to lift boxes by himself. These were trying times, and the songstress knew her offer to help would be one much appreciated. Rushing over to him as he faced near collapse, Azura attempted to lift the box from his hands. It was heavy, to be sure, but she was not nearly as delicate as she appeared.

“Allow me to help, if I may,”

“Where are you carrying these?”

[marinewitch]

playing around with their outfits/colors!

[sacriln]

          should she have embraced him, he was unsure he could have handled it properly.

          shigure had known many kinds of pain in his fleeting life. he had watch most of what he had ever known destroyed, murdered, only to step with secretly trembling hands into a greater bloodbath. he had known pain, he had known fear, he had known sadness, but, something about this … it was a mixture of emotions that he knew he couldn’t make sense of. even the smile he’d been forcing was facing gravity.

           ❝ please … don’t blame yourself for this. you are hardly at fault. ❞ despite the longing and ache he felt, shigure had nowhere to focus blame. the memories of his youth, that he cherished so strongly … if he knew anything for certain, he knew his mother would hold them equally dear.

          ❝ o-of course. undoubtedly, i will always keep that thought in mind. i … appreciate it very much. ❞

[vallight-blog]

     Azura did not think she had the right to call him her son, much less embrace him under that pretense. She’d only known him—known of him—for a few, sparse moments now, and during that time taken the light out of his eyes faster than she ever thought possible.

“Of course..”

“Don’t fret too much.. It’s still quite possible that your mother is in this city.” And if she was anything like Azura was, she knew that she’d be missing him dearly.

[peaceinaknight-blog]

 “Your not wrong. Its been tough for someone like me who has no powers    to speak of for self defence. But This is the best.. I can do in this kind of    situation. And I doubt they would allow me to fight back if they knew I had   nothing to work with.”

Gives disinfectant.

  “Can you run without pain right now?”

[vallight-blog]

“I understand.. even those of us with significant powers now have to live with them taken from us. Still, I think anyone would agree that you are a big help.”

      Accepting the disinfectant, she’d apply it to her wound with care before placing the bandage. Good as new! As for his inquiry.. Azura walked in a circle. The area around the scrape was hot, and the bandage tugged at her skin a little.. but those were small complaints.

“It’s perfect.”  

[latrocinari]

Thankfully, Zero had his actual weapon rather than the wooden replacement they first gave him, and just in time too. If he hadn’t had actual arrows, he would have had to find another means of defending himself. It left a bad taste in his mouth and brought up many unsavory memories of his days in the slums. Days he’d rather not relive again. It felt good to have a weapon in hand instead of bloodied and bruises fists.

     “You don’t need to thank me. I’m just glad I got here just in time. I’d      rather not let anything bad happen to you.”

Words he would not say if it was another person, but Azura was a different story. He opened his mouth to ask her if she had seen Leon or Odin around, however, he stopped when she spoke, glancing towards the second citizen. Guess they didn’t like the fact Zero had taken out his friend. The outlaw readied his bow and himself, for when the male started to charge at them. One eye or not, his sight picked up on certain things and that split-second glimmer caught his blue eye. It didn’t take long for him to realize what exactly it was.

     “Azura!”

Before the citizen could attack the defensive girl with the hidden blade, the white haired male stepped in front of her to shield her with his body. He grit his teeth in pain, the blade digging into his side and staining his clothing with his blood. It hurt, but he had experienced much worse in the past. He didn’t care about himself, though, and only wanted the songstress to be safe. He took the citizen’s moment of confusion to reel his fist back, slamming it right in his face, quite hard, to knock him back. His fist was a little bruised from it, blood from the other man staining his flesh.

     “Tch, and I thought I was the dirty one here…”

He clutched his side with his free hand, where the wound was, blood dripping through his fingers and onto his bow. What a mess this was turning out to be.

[vallight-blog]

     When he spoke those words, Azura knew she could trust him to actually mean them. Unfortunately, she never got so much a chance to respond before they were assaulted once again. Worse yet, he’d take a hit that was clearly meant for her. Covering a scream, the princess quickly extended her arms to support him lest he collapse where he stood.

“Zero.. oh, no,” her voice trailed off as her breath escaped her. And just after she’d promised to be more careful..  With the second assailant knocked out cold from the sheer force of his fist, it was in their best interest to make it to safety before any more of them showed up.

“Can you walk? Here, this should help,” grabbing the corner of her dress, she began tearing strips of the fabric off.  Without so much as a bandage on hand to stop the bleeding, she’d have to resort to far less sophisticated methods.. Though that hardly mattered when a friend’s life was on the line.

    Feeling the cloth between her fingers, it became readily evident that this would never be enough. She wasn’t sure what he’d been up to since he got here, but hopefully he wouldn’t be opposed to the idea of going to the hospital. If only Princess Elise or Sakura were around..

“Please.. let me at least call for help.” She tried her best to remain calm, even when her face drained of color—if such a change was even possible—as she reached for her cellphone. It was proving to be more helpful than she ever could have imagined.

[counterguardianism-blog]

            “Well there are people who’ll pry on girls or trouble. Giving yourself too much attention here will only ruin it. OR so I’m assuming.” In his life time he had seen too much needless violence on others who weren’t involved. “If your voice can bring me here, I’m sure someone else will show up.”

[vallight-blog]

     Pausing a moment to consider these words, Azura nodded. Even if there was no one else immediately nearby to cause her any trouble, that could change in an instant.

“Your concern is appreciated,”

“I got a little carried away and assumed when I shouldn’t have. What is your name?”

[bileygrking-blog]

“Of course, I always come prepared for every conceivable situation,” He said, thinking he sounded cool bragging abut how organized he was when really he just sounded like a nerd. He was unused to being shown kindness by a passing stranger though, and wanted to make this moment enertaining for her at least. 

He pulled a pen from his pocket like it was some sort of magic trick and handed it off to her. He thought for a moment, pulling his lip tight, his eyes as serious as ever. “Hey, can I have your name so I can thank you properly after this?” He said, with a straightforward earnestness that was strange even to Dominic who had little social sense. . 

[vallight-blog]

     Amused by this declaration, Azura could scarcely contain a giggle. She could certainly use more people with such a skill back home.

“Thank you,” accepting the pen, she began to mark his map accordingly. First circling the businesses in Sector 002 and Sector 006, she wrote down Just Dessert’s name in Sector 001 with a few question marks before offering the paper and pen back to him.

“That should do it. Oh..! My name is Azura. How may I refer to you?”  She wasn’t expecting any gratitude beyond a simple ‘thank you’, and would feel awfully guilty about Dominic going out of his way to pay her back.

“Thanking me is hardly necessary. I’ve just spent far too much time in the city’s cafés.” 

[alsotravelingthrough-deactivate]

She attempted to protest, but a sharp wave of pain held her tongue. 

“Jeez,” Karen thought, “doesn’t this take me way back… Now if only I could remember what happened.”

“That might be best,” Karen reluctantly answered.

[vallight-blog]

     Azura was silently hoping that the girl would be fine just the way she was, but that didn’t seem to be the case. Thankfully, she was very much capable of remaining calm in emergencies.

“Very well,” 

     Withdrawing her cellphone, she thanked the gods that she’d had the opportunity to use it before now and thereby knew how to dial. When someone picked up on the other line, Azura explained the situation as best as she could. Hanging up the phone, she turned her attention back to Karen.

“They’re on their way. Do you think you can hang on until then?”

[thiefxgame-deactivated20170726]

The thief was ready to throw his life on the line for the NPCs behind him– he’d ask Yuura and Ivris to revive him with that Angel Idol of theirs. It’s a helpful tool indeed. The assailant was unrelenting in his attacks, but when Zelnite had both arms pinned, he was ready to end the fight– until the surprise attack came.

Zelnite blinked when the assailant was knocked out by the end of a spear. Wow, that was a blessing in disguise indeed. Relief filled the thief’s face, and the NPCs he was protecting thanked them both for saving them. As he waved them goodbye, he turned to the female with a large, warm smile plastered on his face.

“Hey, thanks for the help! I really appreciate it.” he started, holding a hand out for her to shake. “Zelnite. A pleasure to meet you.”  

[vallight-blog]

     Turning her to head to watch as the NPCs wandered out of sight, Azura straightened her posture. How fortunate she was that her sneak attack worked out in the end, not to mention the fact that she’d made the right decision in helping Zelnite, after all!

“Likewise,”

“Though I’d rather it have not been under such circumstances,” accepting his hand, she’d give it a gentle shake.

“If you don’t mind me asking.. how did this come about?” 

     A groan of pain on the ground nearly caused her to jump out of her skin; taking a step back from the collapsed man, Azura didn’t so much as take her eyes off of him. “More importantly, what should we do about him..?” Cruel as it might sound, as they were dealing with a presumed criminal they might be better off making a break for it before he came to, especially being that she knew nothing about the man she’d knocked out cold.. Certainly someone would eventually come along and provide aid if he needed it..?

In any case, it wasn’t likely that he’d fall for the same trick again.

[seraphaithless]

Dragons || CA Closed

@vallight

Lowering his hand, Sephiroth allowed his eyes to gently close. For a moment, he opened his mouth as if to breathe in, and in that moment, it almost did seem as if he were taking air into himself – but there was no breath involved. Instead, it seemed as if the world itself were bending ever so slightly around him, being drawn into him. It stopped as quickly as it had started, but after that brief intake, the silver-haired man seemed more stable.

And so, when he opened his eyes to face the woman before him, he tilted his head up with some measure of confidence. It was confidence he’d surely had before, but now it felt reinforced, and therefore more dangerous.

“…Hmph. I had thought I’d sensed more from you…but you’ve merely touched power. You do not have any of it for yourself…”

[vallight-blog]

    Something told Azura that it was a good thing he was unimpressed with her abilities. Rather than take offense at his statement, she heeded it with muted caution. In short, this guy was bad news. What use could he possibly have for someone of greater capabilities? With her spear in hand, the songstress worried at the back of her mind for a certain dragonkin’s well being..

“Your judgment is fair enough,”

“Though I never claimed to have any to begin with.” She wasn’t about to disclose the extent of her pendant’s abilities for fear of him forcing it from her.

[litanee-blog]

     while he’d grown somewhat accustomed to the setting, libra nevertheless continued to find himself bewildered at nearly every turn. being swept up in unfamiliar tongues and faces left him more delirious than he would have ever admit. stubbornly he steels himself, drawing fortitude from practiced internal dialogues, prayers, rites that had always calmed him down before. he begins groping around for the prayer beads he’d always kept tucked away unseen, as a last resort;      –his heart skips a beat before sinking into his stomach. old anxieties spark anew and libra forcefully swallows back bile. he opts to clutch at the fabric of his robes instead, wordlessly reciting familiar mantras through grit teeth. he would have to do without for now, and only hope that the beads–a last keepsake from his departed holy father–was safe somewhere. and so this man, with body now graceless and cumbersome, continues on. his expression reveals very little aside from a stressed pinch of a strong, determined brow.      he quickly decides it would do him no good to be silenced. she appears kind, and he’s mildly desperate behind that forced look of calm.

“I…excuse me, milady? I beg your pardon, but do you know of a church in this place? A temple, perhaps, where one might seek sanctuary?" 

@vallight

[vallight-blog]

     Were Azura privy to the cause of poor Libra’s despair, she would have found his predicament awfully relatable. How many times had she had lost or misplaced her own pendant since arriving here, often on account of no fault of her own? Thankfully, for now it hung still around her neck, its powers diminished..

“A church?” Though she’d be more than happy to point this polite stranger in the direction of the nearest temple, therein was the problem: they were in Sector 001.

“Um.. it’s a little hard to explain, but..”

“In this part of the city, the buildings change every four hours. If you want to find a specific place, it makes it quite difficult.”

     That didn’t translate to her being unwilling to help, however. 

“The best way to go about it is asking around..” Though she herself was clueless, certainly someone down the line would know..

[frostswake]

Seles arrived shortly, doubled over and breathing heavily (despite it only being a short sprint!). Her eyes darted around and located her purse, pink against the woman’s blue. 

“That’s mine.” Her voice is hard only because she feels a headache coming on, not helped by the confusing way in which her belonging had exchanged hands. 

Seles held her hand out for her purse. There was no need to turn this into a trial. If the woman returned it, it would dispel the doubts of the many eyes staring at her.

“Where did you find it? There was–a young man had taken it.” 

[vallight-blog]

     Azura relaxed as it became readily apparent that the young red-haired woman would not hold her accountable for the actions of others. Surrendering the stolen object without so much as a word otherwise, her eyes wandered to the direction in which the thief had run off to.

“Here,”

“I’m uncertain as to why, but whoever stole it dropped it at my feet.” Perhaps he gave up when he realized that there were far too many people gathered in ordered to make a clean getaway, or perhaps it was simply an accident. If nothing else, it was a good thing that Seles was able to get it back without missing her train!

“I would double check to make sure that everything you own is inside.” Who knows what the thief could have taken in that short period of time; hopefully Seles kept her train ticket on her. The only thing Azura knew for certain was that crime was as rampant as ever.. Oh, how she missed the days she could walk the streets of Hoshido without reasonable fear of being robbed, or worse..

[vallight-blog]

hey guys! does anyone know if we’re allowed to post our ball invites now?

[vasavis-blog]

“I was bound to wake up at some point. It was not your singing, but my own carelessness that lead me to this point. You need not worry.”

He sat with his usual stiff composure and his typical serious face despite claiming to be relaxed. It was simply how he naturally carried himself, he wasn’t even aware of it. The song hardly bothered him at all, if anything he rather enjoyed it. Whether or not it woke him up was irrelevant since, in his mind at least, he shouldn’t have fallen asleep in the first place

“It’s not unusual to become nostalgic in times of stress. Though it may only be a small comfort.”

[vallight-blog]

     Carelessness? Well, she supposed falling asleep on a bench in a random park was pretty careless.. one could be robbed, or worse, if they weren’t careful.

“I find myself relying on small comforts more often than not,”

“I hope this isn’t too presumptuous.. but are you lost?” It was the only way she’d find herself in a similar situation.

[bileygrking-blog]

“Th-thank you,” Dominic said again, not really expecting he would be conversing for this long. “Y-yeah I definitely always come prepared with a map. You see I’m quite used to getting lost by this ponint,” He wasn’t sure why he was going into such detail.  He shifted awkwardly for a second, and then quickly dug into the coat of his military jacket. He pulled out a map and then held it up with one hand while the other held his chin to concentrate.  He failed to notice though, that he was holding the map upside down as he held it out for her. 

His face that he was trying his best to keep neutral, soured when he heard of Sector One. “….Are you for real? Shiting buildings?” It lowered just a little bit, “As if this city wasn’t hard enough to navigate already.” No amount of preparation ahead of time could really compensate for a city that rearranged itself just to mess with him. 

[vallight-blog]

      Azura wasn’t entirely certain herself why she was going out of her way to help someone she didn’t know and likely wouldn’t see again. Perhaps she’d learned a thing or too about the value of friendship after playing the reaper’s game, but it was difficult to know for sure.

     In any case, it didn’t take long for her to notice that the map was upside down, and she politely (but wordlessly) attempted to adjust it in his grasp.

“It’s true,”

“The buildings in Sector 001 once every four hours. Thankfully, the streets remain the same. Um.. do you have something to write with?”