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“Don’t underestimate me!”

Rolf, from Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance. Adored muse of Queen (she/her)

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Other muses: Ewan / Byleth M

Portrayal notes:

"Rolf! You... I...!"

She runs to him, and in doing so, reveals his height. That she should tower over him was not impossible, per se, but well, the last time she'd seen him, the opposite was true. His grin is a little too round, and his arms are a little too short - at least, by Mist's vague estimations. Hadn't she seen him far more stoic, just the other day...?

"Pffff. Did you shrink?" She doesn't mean to laugh. But how else to explain this change?

“Whoa! Mist, is that you?!”

It was Mist! His best friend in the whoooole world! So excited was the young archer that he was quick to wrap his arms around her in a big hug. “Oh, it’s so nice to see you! I missed you!”

Wait a second. Hugging her felt a little different this time. Last he remembered- for as long as he could remember, actually- they were pretty close in height, which made for super easy hugs! But now.. It wasn’t until the boy let go and took a step back that he noticed.

Mist really grew up!

Were they really separated for that long…?? It’s only been a few months since Rolf had left Tellius! He’s used to her being a bit taller than him, but this was just silly. Guess Greil’s genes really kicked in while he was gone… “Huh? Hey- no way!”

He pouted, placing both hands on his hips in indignance. “You just grew a lot taller! I’m still the same height I’ve always been… b-but I’ll grow taller eventually!” Or at least. He hoped so. Both his brothers are tall, surely he just has a delayed growth spurt.. right?

…right?

“Anyway!” He wanted to move on from this humiliating topic. “What are you doing here? Are you gonna be a student too?” If she was, things were definitely gonna get even more fun!

#(ask: a shot delivered!)#(Mist)#greilette #//MISTTTT MY BESTIE ILY #//ty for the ask!!

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⚪️⚪️⚫️⚫️⚫️ | ATTRACTION

⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️ | AFFECTION

⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚫️ | INTEREST

⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️ | LOYALTY

⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️ | TRUST

“I used to think he was a little scary… But now I know that in his own way he wants what’s best for us! He’s always so calm and logical, but while some might see it as him being heartless, I know he acts that way because he cares! Sometimes caring means having to be the voice of logic in a sea of emotion. I really respect him for that!”

“He seems so sad sometimes though… I really hope I can help him with whatever bothers him. He’s my precious family too, but don’t tell him I said that.”

#(Soren)#senerist #ask meme

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⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚫️ | ATTRACTION

⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️ | AFFECTION

⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️ | INTEREST

⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️ | LOYALTY

⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️ | TRUST

“Mr Rhys really is the best! He’s always kind and understanding, never patronizing me like other adults do. I really wish he’d see himself how amazing he is, because there’s so much good about him! He’s so gentle natured and a good listener, and he always likes to talk to me and never pushes me away… plus, his hugs are great too!”

“….Um, don’t tell him I said this but I’ve really come to depend on him like another big bro. That’s why I’ll try my hardest to protect him too! Because we’re family!”

#(Rhys)#gentleaureole #ask meme

♡ attraction zero, loyalty through the roof

⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚫️ | ATTRACTION

⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️ | AFFECTION

⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️ | INTEREST

⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️ | LOYALTY

⚪️⚪️⚪️⚫️⚫️ | TRUST

“Uncle Shinon may seem a bit difficult, or even a little mean. Well, sometimes he can be but… under that grouchiness and snark is a man who can be really kind when it matters. I wouldn’t be the person I am today without him. Though…”

“…I do love him a lot, but sometimes I wonder if it’s really all that reciprocated….”

#(Shinon)#fletching scar #ask meme

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#(ooc: pickin flowers)#//attraction will be how pretty Rolf thinks someone is for most people :)

verdantshotarrow

The art of falling on your ass

(Shinon & Rolf, Ice Skating)

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“Uncle Shinoooon~! Are you up yet?” Breaking the silence of an otherwise calm morning was the young archer’s chirpy voice as he knocked on the door a few more times for good measure. The boy was wearing mostly his regular uniform, although with a scarf for protecting his neck from the cold air, and tights that keep his legs from freezing.

Despite the low temperatures, he was excited, more than might be appropriate for such a cold morning as he was bouncing on his feet. But! But! He had a very good reason! So cold was the night in fact that the nearby pond had completely frozen over, and already several people have taken to the ice in these funny little blade shoes. “Come onnnnn~! Let’s go do something fun!”

Rolf just knew he had to try it out for himself too, but going alone wouldn’t be any fun… And that’s when uncle Shinon sprang to mind. He was originally from Daein right? Then surely he has at least some experience with ice! Uncle was always so dexterous and agile too…

Plus, it might be a nice way for them to bond after being separated for so long. An ice breaker if you will. …gods that was a lame joke. Anyway! A few more good knocks followed. “The pond is all frosty now! We can walk and slide on it! Doesn’t that sound fun?”

@fletching-scar

#(support: i can do this!)#(shinon)#fletching scar #thread: the art of falling on your ass #toa mission board

∗ 33﹕ sender hovers over receiver’s shoulder as they complete a task . hehe, maybe we're making bows again?

The sun had already started to set, primary lighting now coming only from the hearth in which a fire flickered and danced. Sitting close to it were mentor and student, the latter of which having a focused expression.

Rolf had in his right hand a thin knife, which he used to carefully glide across the surface of the piece of wood he held in the other. As he did, more and more did it begin to resemble their weapon of choice. Under Shinon’s close tutelage, the boy had been working hard on making his first, proper bow.

Rolf could feel his mentor’s piercing eyes, silently evaluating. Though Shinon’s gaze, as strong and clear as Rolf always saw them (even if others didn’t) never frightened him, the young archer’s desire to make him proud, to succeed just as he was taught while being watched.. it did make him a little nervous. Still, he tried to ignore the slight tremble of his hands as he finished carving off the last pieces.

“And… there!” He held it up in the hearth’s light, examining the woodcarving from multiple angles. “This should do it… right?” The boy then turned to Shinon, green eyes reflecting both excitement and a little bit of nervousness. “I tried to do it exactly as you showed me! Did I do a good job?”

#(prompts: let’s have more fun!)#(prompt: Nonverbal actions)#(Shinon)#fletching scar #//Ouuuugh them :pleading: I love them so much #//TY so much for the ask!!!

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 .

#(prompts: let’s have more fun!)#(ooc: pickin flowers)#//This looks fun :)#//I wanna write more short little things with Rolf teehee

"Oh. A lost dog?" It's too cute to be a stray - Ike knows this. He crouches down. "Come here, boy. Let's get you home."

It’s Ike! It’s Ike? It’s Ike! Ike Ike Ike Ike Ike!!

(OhmygoshitsmrIkeI’msogladyoureherethisisinsanewhyamiadog?!?!)

So much to say, yet all that came out was the chirpy yaps of a small dog.

“Bork! Bork Bork!”

Instinctively the moss colored Pomeranian felt his tail wag- Were dog instincts influencing his personality now or something?

Right as he questioned that he couldn’t stop himself from giving Ike a big ol slobbery lick. Oh gods that’s so embarrassing…..!! But he was so excited! He couldn’t stop being excited! Ike Ike Ike Ike Ike-!!

#toaaprilfools

Uuugh... What happened? Last Rolf remembered, he was helping out this strange redhaired mage with an experiment. Then something blew up, but after that... strange. He doesn't recall how he passed out. Shaking himself off, the boy got up and.. huh? Why was he outside? And why did he feel so.. small? He was never the tallest, but despite standing up right now he's still so close to the ground! Oh, there's a pond nearby. Did he shrink or something? Better go check. Cautiously he stumbled over to the water and carefully peered over the edge, only to find... (WHAAAAAT?!) "BOORK?! BORK?!" Staring him right in the face, it was...

#toaaprilfools

🧃"Oh aren't you adorable? Was this your first year participating? You did very very good. Here, take an extra one!" 🧃

“Oh! Um, thank you very much miss! Yes, it was!” Though a little surprised, Rolf was nonetheless grateful as he accepted the drink. He was getting kinda thirsty admittedly… But man, why did people feel the need to call him cute or adorable? He wasn’t cute! He was tough! Fierce! A deadly mercenary! Phooey. The small archer pouted (in an adorable manner) as he took a sip.

Looking around, he saw a few others take their drink in a single gulp, squeezing the box tightly in one hand. Hmm, that looked kinda cool… So Rolf tried to imitate them, squeezing hard with both hands.

Man that was a bad idea.

“Mppgh! Blegh! AUGH!” All the juice suddenly shot into the back of his throat, causing him to weakly sputter and cough it up. Did anyone see it? He looked around to check if anyone noticed.

Well… good thing he had a second juice box.

#(ask: can i make a difference?)#(Camilla)#maligknightsthorns #//MISS CAMILLA THANK UUU HE APPRECIATES THE JUICE GREATLY 🥺

Rhys does a double take when he sees the very familiar young boy hobbling toward the med tents. Then he breaks out into a run. “Rolf!? What are you—” He stops in front of him and leans to see him better. “What happened? Are you in the tournament??” He doesn’t know how Rolf is here but he is and he’s hurt and that’s all that matters. Rhys shook his head. “Hang on, let me heal you first and then we can talk.” Holding his staff, he casts a healing spell, and watches as his bruises and scorches fade away. He breathes a sigh of relief. “Oh you scared me, Rolf.” And instead of asking anything else, he hugs him.

“H-Huh?! Mr Rhys?!” Out of all people to come and help him, the last person he imagined to see was Rhys. But while unexpected, it certainly was not unwelcome in the slightest. For as long as Rolf could remember, Rhys was usually the one caring for his injuries, who stayed by his side and comforted him before he learned to fight.

But.. why was he here?

“Since when did you get here? Why didn’t I- I thought-!” All these questions ran through his mind, as in the meantime Rhys took care of his injuries. The boy let out a light sigh of relief as the aching of his injuries faded, leaving him only with the exhaustion after a whole day of fighting.

“Oof!” As Rhys suddenly hugged him, the archer was stunned for a second before reciprocating. That familiar warmth, that scent, it never failed to make him feel at ease, no matter how sudden it was. “I’m okay, Mr Rhys, really. It was just a mock battle! No permanent injuries, I just got roughed up a bit…”

More than a bit, he frankly felt like he was on the verge of passing out from pain multiple times once the adrenaline wore off but.. he wasn’t gonna tell Rhys that. It would only worsen his concern. “But don’t worry. I’m strong, remember? I’m a mercenary, just like you and everyone else!”

While not quite letting go, he did lean back slightly to allow him to see Rhys’ face. Rolf showed a beaming smile, hoping to soothe the healer’s fears. “That doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate your help, though. Your healing really is the best!”

#(ask: can i make a difference?)#(Rhys)#gentleaureole #//RHYYYYS ILY TY FOR THE ASK 🥺:cryingcat:

The green-haired boy had kept up with her step for step, and despite the various blows he had taken, he still remained firm on his feet to the point where their match hadn't even had a proper end. Etie was thoroughly impressed with him, despite his small stature and youthful appearance-- and she made a mental note to follow up with him later when the event wasn't creating a lot of chaos around them both. "Hey!" She calls to him, trotting along beside him to catch up to him. "You're really good, you know that? There were a few times I thought you were going to take me out. I'm just lucky you were distracted by my teammates." She can't help but laugh at that statement, smiling. "I'm Etie, by the way. You are...?" Carrot would've called him something, right? Surely she can do the same. It seemed to be a great icebreaker, anyways. "... Lettuce."

Well, that was that, he supposed. Rolf sighed as he started to make his way back to the med tent to let his injuries get checked up on. A couple of nasty bruises and scorches here and there, but nothing that would leave permanent damage, he mentally noted.

It was a little frustrating to be eliminated so early.. but his opponents were really strong, and he tried really hard! He did the best he could, as did his teammates. So while he was a little upset (but no he wasn’t sulking!) He tried to at least be proud of what he did.

Snapping him out of his thoughts was a girl’s voice. Looking around he noticed it coming from his previous opponent. “Oh, hello.” The boy greeted politely. Sure, he tried to shoot at her only a few minutes ago, but.. the battle was over!

Her words were very kind, causing a light red warmth to bloom on his cheeks “Do you really think so? Thank you!” He smiled. If a fellow bow wielder was impressed with his abilities, it meant that despite his loss he still managed to somewhat show his stuff.

“Um, I thought you were really impressive too, Miss Etie!” Her archery was really a sight to behold, the way she combined speed and strength to keep them on their toes. She was clearly an experienced archer and he’d love to learn from her… but that could wait until some other time.

And then. Lettuce.

Lettuce?

“Nnn.. My name is Rolf, not Lettuce…” The small archer whined, not really liking the nickname. Lettuce is what you’d call like.. a pet hamster. And Rolf wasn’t a hamster, he was a tough mercenary!

#(Ask: Can I make a difference?)#(Etie)#doyouevenliftbrooo #toaboel2025 #//ty for the ask!! very charmed by the nickname even if Rolf doesn’t like it teehee

verdantshotarrow

Intersections in the flow of time

(Soren & Rolf)

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Today’s classes had just come to an end, with students gradually coming out of all the classrooms. Amongst these students was Rolf, new member of the Blue Lion house. Just as he finished packing up though, he was approached by the professor.

“Rolf.” As she addressed him, she placed a stack of papers on his desk. “Before you go, could you perhaps deliver these documents to the Golden Deer classroom? It would really help me a lot.”

Naturally the young archer agreed, nodding and placing a hand on his chest. “Oh, sure Professor! Leave it to me.” The boy, still eager to prove himself, was more than happy to help out.

And so, with all his belongings put away and the papers in his hand, he went off to the neighboring classroom. Seems they had also adjourned fairly recently, as the last few uniformed students exited.

“Um, excuse me!” He knocked on the open door a few times, to be polite and announce his presence. “I’ve come to deliver these papers? The professor asked me to, so I’ll… huh?”

Though he started speaking without looking, he suddenly stopped when he finally took in who was sitting there. Black hair, those distinctly wind mage-y robes, that expression… “Mister Soren?!”

Wow! It was surprising to see another member of the Greil Mercenaries here, especially Soren. But it wasn’t a bad surprise, not at all! If anything it was pleasant. For all his Sorenisms, Rolf saw the mage as a member of his family just as much as Miss Titania or Commander Ike. He was a familiar face in such an unfamiliar land.

So of course, the boy quickly walked up to his desk to strike up a conversation, smile easy and warm. “I didn’t know were teaching here! What a surprise, Mister Soren! How are you?“

@senerist

senerist

The familiar voice is what initially draws soren's attention to the doorway, not the knocks. Without the confirmation of sight, the decades from the last time he'd seen rolf had made his voice more of a question of 'why' he recognizes it than 'who' it belongs to, but everything comes back all at once as the two recognize each other instantly.

he shuts his eyes at first. he has only five seconds to both gather the strength to face another person he'd thought he'd left behind and quiet the rebellious rage bubbling up inside him.

(why are there so many familiar faces here? it begs, and why can't any of them be Ike?)

Rolf has always been inoffensive. Annoying, whiny, childish, perhaps, but never offensive. He's easier to tolerate than at least two other mercenaries, so he's not the worst face from the past that soren could see.

That doesn't mean the mage smiles.

"i'm well," he lies easily, extending a hand to accept whatever papers rolf mentioned as a delivery. soren is so unwell that explaining it all would make the poor boy's head spin, if not do worse to soren himself.

"You... seem to be thriving here," he says, trying to at least be civil. Rolf looks younger than he remembers, but it's been so long from soren's perspective that he could hardly be confident about the assessment. If anything, he wonders if rolf will notice any differences in him. The two had never been very close, but people in company end up closer than others regardless.

"Your brothers must be happy you're able to attend a school like this," he continues. he wonders how they'd gathered the money to pay for it, or all the other hidden logistics behind rolf's mere presence at garreg mach. Then, he stops that train of thought like a parent slapping their child's hand away from something they should not touch. "Unless they're here as well...?"

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“Nah, they’re not. I mean, Oscar would probably feel right at home. But Boyd? In a classroom? Teehee, No way that would go well.” The boy speaks lightheartedly, giggling as he covered his mouth with a delicate fist. Admittedly he does miss his brothers a little, but Soren doesn’t need to know that. Rolf never pegged him as a sentimental type.

Though, he did seem a little different compared to how he knew the tactician. The young archer couldn’t quite place it, but something about the way Soren carried himself felt just the teensiest bit off. While they had little in common, Rolf still saw him as family. And when you’re family, you watch out for them and help where you can.

And those eyes…. Hm.

“Gotta say though, never expected to see you get into teaching.” Ah. Wait. That sounds kinda rude, doesn’t it? Quickly, he backpedals. “N-Not that it’s a bad thing! I mean, hey, trying out new stuff is good for all of us, right?” He quickly tries to explain his point, slightly flustered. “A-And, you’re definitely smart enough for it. Anyone who manages to get my brother to understand even a lick of strategy is a miracle worker, that’s for sure.”

….

He wonders if he should say it. The part of all this that he’s holding back, not wanting to seem rude or disrespectful. But he really wonders.

…Isn’t Mister Soren usually with Mister Ike? Separating is the last thing Rolf would expect to happen.

Without realizing it, he fell silent in an awkward sort of stare.

#(support: i can do this!)#(Soren)#senerist #thread: intersections in the flow of time #//He’s so curious… 🤔

lollipop-bribes

aren't you tired of being nice? don't you just wanna *deer noises*

The Battle of the Eagle and Lion 2025 - Round 1, Battle 14

lollipop-bribes

He's barely got time to recover from Daffodil calling him.....Carrot?....before he has greater threats to contend with; the red lady, giant hammer in tow, gets in a two-armed swing just under his ribs. Alright, maybe nothing's broken (even if it is, he knows it'll be brief) but he can't take much more of this.

"Daffodil, I gotta get out of the way," he pants. Gods, there're stars in his vision. He wants to push on, and he will, but he can barely keep a hold of his bow.

Gaius rotates the Golden Deer to the left!

He shoots that pretty archer girl as steady a thumbs up as he can manage. "You got this! One good shot, and I'll clean 'em up."

@verdantshotarrow

verdantshotarrow

By some miracle they manage to catch the remaining orange pair on the back foot, with Gaius, dubbed “Mr. Orange” by the little green archer, making his retreat. Viridian eyes narrow, exhaustion visible as seen by the sweat on his brow. But then, something said by his ally catches his interest.

“Even the fastest need to watch their footing”, huh? With the way things are going, the orange man was moving too far away for Miss teammate to follow, so…

Oh!

Rolf rotates the Blue Lions to the left!

“I don’t think so, mister!” He pushes his body to move as he sprints in the same direction as Gaius, trying to catch up. Then he nocked an arrow mid-sprint and aimed carefully… though his aim was not on his opponent. Instead, he fired as many arrows as he could towards the ground in front of Mr Orange, with the intent of tripping him up. If Rolf could get him to slow down, Miss Ally could catch up…!

“Miss!” He called out to Minerva. “Over here, quick! Quick!”

@doyouevenliftbrooo @reddragonprincess

#(support: i can do this!)#thread: aren’t you tired of being nice?#toaboel2025 #//tried to give a little more flavor ✨#//but if this is too different I can change it

lollipop-bribes

aren't you tired of being nice? don't you just wanna *deer noises*

The Battle of the Eagle and Lion 2025 - Round 1, Battle 14

lollipop-bribes

The redhead archer, she's a sweet one, looking out for him like this. "I've had better days," he admits, "but it'll be better when this is over with."

It's a shame to see the general lady go down. She'd seemed the most experienced of their little group, but she retreats with some nasty cuts. He doesn't think he'll feel better until he sees her all patched up again.

So then, it's just him and the archer girl. She mentioned her name, but he doesn't remember it. The sky is blue.

"Hang tight, Daffodil," he calls to her as he nocks another arrow, aiming this time for the redhead swinging that hammer around. But his shoulder pangs, and -

Gaius 3.5/5 HP misses Minerva 5/5 HP with Iron Bow [Roll: 3]

"Cripes," Gaius grunts, hissing at the pull of his muscles where the green kid's arrow grazed him. His arrow totally biffs the mark. "It's up to you, girlie. Sorry."

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It is the natural course of battle—someone falls, and their allies rage in return. When furious red swings her hammer at the knight, she does not feel that it is unjustified; likewise, she does not feel as though her actions must change as a result. (It is the natural course of battle, and both sides understood that well.)

Still, she finds her allies accommodating; one of her students makes space for her to fall back, and though she is not the most grievously injured, she accepts—knowing the course of battle was no reason to take its brutality head-on.

(And besides, though it was winding, Selena was not left entirely breathless; she still had the vigor to fight on a little longer.)

Selena attacks Rolf with THUNDER: Roll: 8 + 0 = 8 — HIT. Rolf: 3 -> 0.5/6HP

Lightning crackles, aimed for the verdant archer of the other side—and it meets him, sure enough, but it is not a thunder strong enough to take him down. (Had Selena a stronger spell with her—Bolting, of all things, were certainly suffice—he would have been brought down, she suspects; but what place did such magic have when no soul was meant to die here?)

(She thinks of those who kill for practice, and she is content to know that she is better.)

She takes an arrow, and this one is strong enough to do her in; there was nothing stopping her from continuing, from raging beyond what would be death in reality; but she considers herself to be fair, and seeing her allies, Selena can only feel confidence.

(A solemn nod.)

“Well done,” she congratulates, falling out of a combative stance. (She is tired though, she can tell, and that alone is wearisome, try as she might to hide the fatigue.) “I’ll be falling back here, but best of luck to both sides.” Turning to her allies in particular:

“I believe in you both.”

Selena has been defeated!

verdantshotarrow

It seemed like things were quickly going south for them. One of his allies, the brown haired girl was taken out far faster than he would’ve liked, leaving him and the red haired woman to handle the rest of the fight themselves. It always sucked, losing an ally but.. she would be fine, he reminded himself. This wasn’t a real battle, he could check up on her later. He really should, thinking about it..

The boy didn’t have the time to think about it much further though, as now the focus of fire seemed to have gone to him. Only by a hair did he manage to move before the electric current fired at him would’ve struck true, although it still burned as it singed his rib.

“Tsk…!” Rolf let out a soft sound of frustration as he nocked an arrow, ready to fire back at the professor. But with his focus on her, he didn’t notice as another arrow fired right in his direction, striking him right in the shoulder, causing him to drop his arrow as pain bloomed through his body.

It didn’t end there either, as the professor fired yet another bolt of lighting at him. He couldn’t do anything about it as it hit him directly, more pain and heat searing through his veins. If a restrained bolt of lightning hurt this much, he feared to know what it would feel like with actual killing intent…

Once the spell ran its course wreaking havoc on his skin, his muscles relaxed after being forcibly contracted, causing the boy to slump to the ground with a light thud. It was then that he felt a familiar sensation, that of heat pricing at his eyes.

Perhaps more painful than all these attacks combined, it was the embarrassment at the fact that he could feel himself start to cry. But he forced it down, swallowing heavily as he wiped the forming tears away. “I… I can keep going…!” With gritted teeth he forced himself to stand.

“I’m a mercenary… I’m not giving up! Not yet!” Perhaps it was the adrenaline kicking in, the will to keep fighting, that caused him to pick up his weapon as his muscles hurt. But he was trying so hard, he didn’t want to quit. He didn’t want to be the weak kid that cried at a mock battle and couldn’t do anything. So he took a deep breath and stood ready.

Remember.

One clean motion.

No hesitation.

Rolf 0.5/6HP hits Selena 2/5HP with Curved Shot [Roll: 8 + 4 = 12; -1.5HP + 1DEF = -2.5HP, Selena 0/5HP]

It was a clean shot, connecting with his target. And it seemed with that the professor was out, taking her defeat gracefully.

With that he lowered his weapon, though he remained gripping it tightly. With a shaky breath, he surveyed the battlefield. He was exhausted, with the adrenaline pumping through his veins being all the energy he had left. It didn’t look good for them, with the red headed lady also taking a rather painful looking attack…

Well, only one thing left to do.

Rolf rotates Blue Lions to the right!

“Miss!” He ran to his ally, ignoring the way his muscles ached. “Go ahead and move onto Mr Orange, I’ll try and fight off the Archer lady!” As he spoke, he gave her his most confident look. “I… I’ll be fine, leave it to me!”

At least, he really hoped he would be…

@reddragonprincess yer up!

#(support: i can do this!)#thread: aren’t you tired of being nice?#toaboel2025 #//Sorry it’s a bit long but this is two rounds in one!

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