My world may be in ruin, but I persist

Affiliated RP Blog for Thrasir - Ashen Wolves "student" at The Officers Academy

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Closed RP blog for Thrasir from Fire Emblem Heroes - Affiliated with the Officer's Academy - penned by Taelsong

Hi, welcome to my Thrasir blog! This is where I write all the emotionless lich thoughts. (actually, she isn't emotionless, she just denies that she has emotions) I also write as Veronica from time to time here in AUs as well!

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Maledictus Aurum || Alfonse & Thrasir

latin - "cursed gold" Anniversary Misson Board - Any Skill +1

[princeofopenness]

Unacknowledged feelings? Well that certainly couldn't be it. Alfonse believed himself to be very well aware of how he felt, he just didn't much care to say it aloud to others. It would be ridiculous if that were all it took to incur such a curse. Even if it were the source, how was he ever to find what emotional burden he carried was the one responsible? Really, there were far too many things that weighed on his mind, some which could never truly be resolved. Conflicts with his father or the turmoil he felt about Bruno, for instance, would forever be denied resolution.

...Well, technically, he could resolve whatever he felt about Bruno, about allowing his dear friend to sacrifice himself. Bruno was present. Alfonse didn't particularly like the idea of having that discussion, and it felt quite odd to interrogate the death of a man who stood alive and well before him. It remained entirely possible that his father, too, could arrive, with how strange this particular Fódlan was, though that was another notion that did not sit well in Alfonse's mind.

"Emotion-based magic...," Alfonse mumbled to himself. "Faith magics are a form of that, are they not? I don't think them capable of incurring anything comparable to a hex like this would be... but it's not entirely outside the realm of possibility. And the flowery trappings... hm."

There was a distinct possibility, actually, that Alfonse knew the source of this. Why exactly they would be spreading an affliction like this, he could not say, but there were a couple of likely candidates that he knew of. Whether or not Thrasir would be familiar with them, Alfonse couldn't say for certain. If her world's events had followed the same order as his own, he had to imagine she wouldn't be quite as aware of them.

"You don't think the Álfar could be in some way responsible, do you?" Alfonse inquired in a hushed tone, casting a glance over his shoulder to ensure no others were listening. "I... suppose closer inspection could help determine if it's similar to their works. Lead on, please."

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The expression that Alfonse was making told her that he could probably identify his unacknowledged feelings already. Though by not speaking them out loud, Thrasir supposed he was still leaving them unacknowledged. She wasn't going to push it though. In the end, it was up to the Prince to acknowledge on his own.

"Magic driven by emotion can be highly unstable," she replied, a crooked smile crossing her face. How to explain this to him... "For example, healing magic can ensure one's heart keeps beating, but quite easily it could be reversed to make the heart stop."

The suggestion that the alfá could be responsible made Thrasir shudder slightly. Well, possibly some form of annoying revenge against her, she had no idea why they might want to target Alfonse. Didn't he make friends with them or something like he and Princess Sharena always did.

"If it was them, I'll burn them," she muttered to herself before she stood up. If Alfonse was going to be brave enough to face the truth of what was happening within her gelatinous faux-skin, she wasn't going to stop him. She gestured with her hand.

"Follow." She didn't wait to see if he would or not. She made her offer, now it was up to Alfonse to decide if he trusted her enough to follow her into the darkness.

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These Cracks In The Mirror Show Me Worlds I've Never Seen || Edelgard & Thrasir

mission board: herald | any skill +1

[hresvelged]

To face this peculiarity with someone from that world itself was very advantageous. How fortunate. Yes, she knew what to do next. That land continued to elude her. With little knowledge on it beyond what she's heard, she remained cautious. "As a matter of fact, my idea was much the same as yours. I thought to crush this." What if it led to deceit and planted turmoil? She could imagine no other purpose. Her head remained held high.

Edelgard's hand strolled to her chin, tapping it on its edge: "I'm led to question why this was brought here. I can't speak about those other.. worlds.. But it doesn't matter. I am almost positive that keeping this would only lead to unrest."

The only Edelgard that mattered was the one here; with Thrasir, and with palms ready to destroy.

Turning her eyes back onto the orb, Edelgard took a step closer as if she were inspecting a creation that didn't belong. "You clearly understand its workings better than me. I want to know what the best way to accomplish our goal is."

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Crushing it....? Thrasir was quite certain she didn't know what effect that might have on the orb... she brought a hand to her chin thoughtfully, considering it. No, something such as this needed a theoretical magic thought. She hummed softly.

"Anyone with a decent enough grasp of magic would be able to activate the orb," she hummed. "That alone makes it something we don't want lying about."

And since Prince Alfonse and the Summoner were here, she was certain that some form Askran magic was floating around too. She herself had called on her own magic of closure here as well. The question was then, how much latent magic did the orb contain, and if they crushed it, would that latent magic explode. Possibly not... Which brought the question... what was the best way to deal with this?

"There are two ways we can deal with this," Thrasir finally said. "We could crush it, yes, though that may well just activate it anyway, or we can simply activate it and summon whoever it has decided it has latched onto, and then I can send them back to their world by closing their connection to this one. In that instance, the orb would simply disappear as it would be used as the supply of magic to reach across the rift."

Then she blinked as she realised that Edelgard was walking closer to it. She stopped and reached out a little.

"Ah, my lady, I wouldn't get too close just yet, else it might use your magic to start the summon anyway...!"

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June Activity Check — Hiatus/Passed

Total Skill Points: 27 -> 29 Allocations: ActCheck +1 Flying (12/12) B+->A Not Resting Gives You Unwanted Feelings For Hot Otome Girls +1 Reason (13/15)

Claims: Witch Access (Reason A, Authority C, Flying A) Detoxify (Flying A)

Ongoing Threads: Entangled Fates (w Ryoma) Maledictus Aurum (w Alfonse) Flora Heals an Aching Soul! (w L'Arachel) ring ring!! got a summoner and a lich at your doorstep!! (w Kiran) 15 Step Guide To Magic (w Dimitri) Relearning How To Trust (Among Other Things) (w Darios) Lucid Screaming (FFXIV AU) (w Marth) Serenitas Tenebrarum (w Alfonse) These Cracks In The Mirror Show Me Worlds I've Never Seen (w Edelgard) (to go home, press any key) ... where's the any key? (w Ike)

Unclaimed Open Starters: Whoever Called it “Battleoff” Was Lying (AdventureQuest Worlds AU)

Dropped Threads: All This Altruism is Giving Me the Warm and Fuzzies (w Iago)

[breidatactics]

ring ring!! got a summoner and a lich at your doorstep!!

[breidatactics]

Kiran blinked. Once, then, twice. Oh. On the bright side, I haven’t been accidentally ignoring her up until now? Their smile returned in record speed as they waved their hands dismissively. A small lie to protect another, that was fine. Just had to make sure neither got caught.

With her go ahead, they did a quick salute before walking on ahead. Now that they had a trial run, this time would surely go quicker, right? Knocking on the door, they hummed. 

“Uhm… almost got it… ah-ha! Hi there!!”

The door slowly creaked open to reveal a… kid? Well, someone who was definitely younger than either of them. Would that make things easier or harder? Smiling, Kiran waved, pointing quickly to the other’s little sticker. That’d speed things up, right? The kid squinted up at the two. 

“Qua… quo… oh! Helpers! What’re you helping with?”

At that cue, Kiran held out a package for her to take and glanced over at their partner in this. Hooopefully, she was still okay with talking?

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The Summoner didn't seem to mind the fact that she had lied... that brought a small genuine smile to her face. Huh... Thrasir followed after her companion as they went to the next house. And the next challenge. A child appeared and the lich almost recoiled. Almost. She managed to put on her bright smile again.

She could do this. The Summoner needed her to do this.

"Hi there," she said, crouching to not be so imposing. "That's right, we're helping give out food and blankets for everyone. Think you're strong enough to carry it inside? Or you can call your parents to talk to us."

That was how she used to observe others talking to younger ones. So she hoped she was doing it right. It was difficult, knowing she was a monster that children would normally run from, while trying not to be at the same time.

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Entangled Fates || Ryoma & Thrasir

[peerlesssamurai]

A sponsor? Thrasir had no sponsor, then. Ryoma ought to have considered this, but he did somewhat rush into her defence. He paused only for a beat, before answering.

"Of course I am. She's a girl like any other, and will be a student like any other."

It didn't matter how Thrasir saw herself, Ryoma saw the girl that she was. He saw how she treated others, and fought for them too. It didn't matter what anyone else said, Ryoma knew the truth.

"Should anything go wrong, then she's my responsibility. I doubt we will have any problems." Despite appearances, she had a human heart within her. If she didn't care, she could have killed them all and said to hell with it. She didn't. She didn't give up on them, so he would not give up on her.

"Now, is that everything? Do I need to sign anything to allow this to happen?"

A part of him wondered if he was being naive again. He had been naive about Corrin, and he had been naive about Darios. How long would it take for this too to bite him?

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It was perhaps amusing that Ryoma called her girl when she was far older than him... The snort of amusement did not escape her though. It would not help her. He had such faith in her though. Like... she once offered to Líf and Líf to her. She closed her eyes. How could she repay this faith being shown to her?

Ryoma so very quickly supported her lie.

"Very well." Wait, what? The woman was agreeing? Sure, it sounded like she had bitten into a lemon. But it was an agreement. Thrasir watched as she pulled out a form and placed it next to her application. "Sign here, and she'll be accepted into the academy."

Had... had she just gotten something she wanted? Had her efforts finally payed off? Thrasir stared at the sheet placed on the table as the woman signed off on her application. She was... really.

If you want to show yourself the better person than her, why don't you bow thankfully?

What, no! Veronica!

It will make her face sour more.

.... Thrasir forced herself to bow low and lower her eyes to the floor. The greatest mockery she could offer this woman who had been dismissive. For this she could play the part of a demure student. And she trusted Ryoma to have her back.

"Thank-you." Clipped. Cold. Insincere. The sincerity would be saved for the Prince who had helped her. Once the woman was gone.

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These Cracks In The Mirror Show Me Worlds I've Never Seen || Edelgard & Thrasir

mission board: herald | any skill +1

[hresvelged]

Edelgard loathed rumors— They were nothing more than words meant to invoke a reaction from whoever got caught into their destructiveness. She often found they lacked truth. As the bell to signify the end of class tolled, two students skirted outside the Black Eagles classroom with whispers that could hardly be called such.

'Do you think it's true? That you really can see another version of yourself?'

'It's got to be! Have you heard? It's from Zenith, too.'

How absurd. If she had been forced to perceive herself as a destructive entity once before, it wouldn't be too peculiar if they did it again. To what benefit does this serve? If this was from Zenith, why bring it here?

The setting sun shone against the orb, bringing with it her feet towards the object. With crinkled brows, she inched closer. One, two steps, until the call of her name diverted lilacs: "Oh. Yes, I extend my apologies," she said with widened pupils, eyeing the cloak up and down a single time. "You must be wondering what I am doing." She pointed at the glowing item in front of them, demanding the space as if it was meant to be there. "I thought I'd put them to rest myself— The rumors. I count myself among the last to pay mind to those. Is that why you're here, too?"

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The lich looked between Edelgard and the orb. The glow of it, and the way its colours seemed to reflect onto the Imperial Princess. Thrasir did recall once summoning this young woman... so long ago now, who she had summoned as Veronica and who she had summoned as Thrasir were blurring together almost... No, this was certainly something that Thrasir held a vested interest in ensuring no one else were to have to deal with it.

It would be dangerous in the wrong hands. She, herself, was proof enough of that.

"Yes, I did come searching for it," she hummed. "I had hoped to destroy it before anyone else found it. Some objects from my world have an inherent... way of cutting through the fabrics of different worlds. Not every world is kind to the people in it either."

She gestured to the orb in question, the red of her faux-skin glowing in the sunset as well, emphasising the colour of blood.

"What was your plan, if you don't mind me asking?" she hummed. There was a little bit of curiosity in her tone.

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Lucid Screaming || Marth & Veronica

Final Fantasy XIV AU | A Realm Reborn | Post-Praetorium

[radiantlodestar]

“Still, I don’t think the differences are too much. Rain is just wet while the snow is much fluffier…” Marth stated, picking up Sapphire before the latter could cause any more problems.

The thought of Gaius being in the midst of either wanting to get angry or being halfway to a panicked meltdown was amusing to him to say the least. Every time he had encountered literally anyone from the Garlean empire during his imprisonment, they usually brought him right back to his room unless he was to attend some formal event.

He was used to it by then, it being his usual routine until the day he escaped and boarded a ship to Limsa Lominsa. It was from there that he was able to begin his journey which now felt like it was so long ago.

Choosing not to dwell on this fact, he merely tried to hold back his laughter until eventually, a small bout of said laughter managed to slip through which he seemed to be somewhat embarrassed by, Sapphire now pawing at his hand.

“That is amusing to say the least as well. Regardless, I look forward to going fishing again.”

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"Still causes the same panic in parents," Veronica laughed softly. "Be it a mother trying to stop her children from getting colds from getting soaked or Emperor Solus himself trying to prevent his adopted child from freezing to death."

Eyes dancing with amusement, the Viera woman realised she felt much better having spoken so freely. Better than things such as alcohol might have made her feel. She leaned back in her seat and smirked at her friend and his mischievous familiar. Perhaps she hadn't entirely failed as a Warrior of Light from Carteneau...

"Well, why don't we go see if we can't reserve ourselves a spot on the next voyage then?" she asked. "If we ask far enough in advance, then surely they will let us. And fishing with a friend sounds like fun."

Veronica wir Galvus... Princess of the Garlean Empire. But also... Warrior of Light, friend of Marth, also a Warrior of Light. Champions of Eorzea. Heh... how the tides of war turned...

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Relearning How To Trust (Among Other Things) || Darios & Thrasir

mission board: epidemic — non-mission task – jugdral report

[grxstnnefealltoir]

"Hold just a moment!" He raises his voice such that even through the thick wooden door he could be heard. It's a bit funny to get used to. As a knight, he hadn't been approached too often. Perhaps a knock here and there when it was his turn for patrol, but nothing the likes of when students were directly under him.

His routine accommodates it mostly now, but in the midst of writing this post travel report he's let his mind focus in too much on the one task.

The scape of a chair and footsteps make it clear he's just moved from his desk and the door peeks open slightly until he realizes who it is he's looking at. It opens far wider and Darios greets Thrasir with a smile and a soft laugh. "I should hope no one else would be here."

Light conversation is easy to make, but Thrasir is not one to make a trek without reason. So grey eyes set out to search for said reason. She looks fine and in no need of assistance (she certainly would've gone to Maria instead in that case) so his eyes focus on the paper she holds. "An assignment?"

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That he opens hia door for her is a relief. She didn't understand why, but... it wasn't a bad thing. Thrasir offered an awkward smile back. Though as he pointed out her pages, she made a face. Certainly not an assignment she wanted. Her hand tightened around the pages, crinkling them a bit more.

"Others can try to get away with writing their reports or being lax with information or forgetting details," Thrasir murmured. "I on the other hand am required to make my report directly to the knights, without missing a detail."

Her voice was bitter. And why shouldn't she be bitter. It wasn't so much the report itself. If it was making the report that would have been fine. She could speak for as long as she needed to. It wasn't like Thrasir hadn't done so before. No, it was the other part of it that bothered her finally.

"They're checking that their pet lich is still on it's leash before sending it back to Abyss," she sneered. Though her voice was disgusted, a shiver ran through her, again discomforted by the thought of standing in a room and being silently observed not as a human but as a monster. "I was... hoping that... perhaps you could..."

She wasn't even sure what she was asking. Was she looking for someone to read over her report before she made it so that she could get through it quickly and hope that she had provided enough detail to avoid questions? ... or was she looking for someone to stand in the room with her as she made her report, make the report with her? Someone to shield her from the gaze of people who though her only a weapon to point at their enemies. Protection from the gaze of those who only tolerated her presence in their basement because she had proved useful.

Was she looking for someone who thought she was human to just get through the speaking?

[breidatactics]

ring ring!! got a summoner and a lich at your doorstep!!

[breidatactics]

Thank their nonexistent lucky stars that she actually understood their signs and could say as much! What a relief, they knew they weren’t just that bad. Heh. 

From the joy of that, they’d sort of drifted away from the conversation. But! They were back in it now! Just in time for the Prince Dimirei name drop. Good thinking, this way we’re more trustworthy. Probably.

“Oh, I see. In that case, I’ll let you two kids get back to it, thank you.”

Still, that ‘our’ didn’t go unnoticed. Was she really a part of their House? Oh no, did they completely miss her up ‘til now? I really need to keep a better eye out, wow…

With a smile that matched Sharena’s, the Summoner waved the stranger bye. Okay, one down!

Turning back to the other, they gave her a sweet treat, mouthing a ‘thank you’. Most of the convincing was done by her after all—mostly because Kiran’s gesturing needed some work. Or maybe the people here need to get better at charades… grumble grumble…

Next on the roster was a house a few blocks down. One they pointed to with ease.

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Maintaining the smile on her face, the lich didn't let it fall until the door closed. Gods, how did Sharena do that all the time? Thrasir breathed in a breath she didn't need and released it, thankfully that hadn't gone horribly bad... the Summoner thanked her, which felt... odd but... she accepted it with a nod.

"It was no issue," she murmured. "Thank-you for not calling out my lie that I was part of your house."

It was just easier that way. A horrible shield perhaps, a lie easily discovered. But for the sake of not causing trouble for the Summoner, she would maintain the lie for as long as she could get away with it.

Seeing the next house that was pointed to, the lich nodded. Alright then. Hopefully the people they spoke to there would react well and they could move on just as swiftly. Thrasir gestured for the Summoner to lead on.

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15 Step Guide To Magic || Thrasir & Dimitri

mission board: epidemic - reason +1

[areadboar]

There was a flash of something on Thrasir's face making Dimitri worried he'd said the wrong thing. But he reasoned that if he had truly upset her, he wouldn't still be stood here. Quietly he waited to see what she had to say.

"You know the cause?" He asked hopeful that they might finally get some answers about what was going on. However, the next statement confused him, leading him to question "But surely the healers would be grateful for this information?"

Her answer raised the prince's hackles. The injustice of it! Why were nobles and academics so narrow-minded? As far as he knew a title did not come with brain-cells as a given.

"That's a good idea" Dimitri mused "However, I do see one flaw with it. I am useless at healing; magic or otherwise" he admits, glancing down at the ground "That's why I'm simply the errand boy rather than anything more help to the healers. None who know me would believe the research was mine"

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"I have come up with probable causes," she hummed. "Theories that the healers can explore."

Prince Dimitri was a kind-hearted young man, that much was clear to Thrasir. Though perhaps he didn't fully know why the information absolutely could not come from her. There was no way she would be believed. The time wasted accusing her of causing this, of wanting to make it worse, of still trying to collect souls... that time would be better spent solving the problem.

........ she couldn't allow that to happen.

"They would sooner believe you over me," Thrasir replied, spreading her arms in a helpless sort of shrug that moved her cloak to reveal her undead body hidden underneath for a moment before she pulled the fabric around her body again. Even then, the longer she lingered, the more chance of their conversation being discovered and the healers linking her research back to her anyway.

"Surely you can tell them that you got the information off a team of mages doing the research," she implored. "Please, Highness. They cannot know it was me. Claim it was some break through they shoved into your hands to deliver as a runner."

Please.... Embla... no.... Askr...! Let her knowledge be used to save lives instead of take them for once....! She needed Dimitri to agree....!

[far-from-common]

Flora heals an aching soul!

L'Arachel and Thrasir - post anamorphosis

[far-from-common]

Thrasir’s words give L’Arachel a fair amount to think about. That she would trust L’Arachel with this information; feel the need to divulge it despite the implied unpleasantries she had faced…

Alas, it seems L’Arachel is so magnificent that even when she was being a dunce, it was to the highest of degrees; only such an explanation can be given to her earlier doubts.

“I shall not push any further, however do know that if you ever require any assistance, you shall find the most dazzling of helpers by your side!” She strikes a cool pose, before chuckling to herself.

“Besides, you have done a lot for me as well, dear Thrasir. My upbringing… I shall not pretend for a moment that it was bad, far, far from it. But, loathe as I am to admit it, sometimes it had been quite lonely.” Her smile did not falter as she kept talking; speaking these words out loud is quite enough already.

“I truly cherish each and every companion I get to know. And whilst that would already be enough for my gratitude, you helped in making it so the time spent living in the mirror world had not likewise been so lonesome.” It had been quite pleasant, in truth, aside from the whole “forgetting her good friends after a while” affair.

“Honestly, there still is a day or two where I expect to wake back up in that house, or occasions where I find myself missing all those lavish inventions that world had.” She pauses. “Well, most of them. They can keep Basket Ball.” She chuckles.

“Regardless, it has been a major factor in the food choice as well, misguided as it had been. We cannot return to that world, and merely lingering in the past shall only make the heart ache. But incorporating some of its elements and quirky ideas into life going forward sounds like a lovely way to honour them.” 

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L'Arachel couldn't make others look at her and see someone more than a monster. That simply wasn't how people worked. And Thrasir was okay with that. No you aren't. But the offer of assistance... maybe one day the lich would find need to call on L'Arachel's kindness. Or her strength. Either way....

........ Thrasir had allies.

What an odd turn of events... She never would have expected this when she first arrived at Garreg Mach. She hummed... her... offering trust with her own secret.... it had paid off. And somehow... the lack of screams.... was...

nice...

"I am grateful for the offer," she hummed. "...... I do...... understand the lonely upbringing though... mine was..... much the same."

She just... wished she had learned to value companions before she had died. She was glad that her younger self had overcome her blood curse and could value her companions now. Perhaps Thrasir could now do the same. Value companions who weren't Líf. She instead offered L'Arachel a crooked and unpracticed smile.

"That world had many things, but... it was a false reality," she hummed. "Perhaps such inventions might be made in the future.... though I do agree, they can keep their Basket Ball."

A foolish game. She hated it.

"I... did.... appreciate a moment of... being alive again," she admitted. "But I think we can still take lessons learned there and apply them here. And... I do look forward to moving forward from the experience with you, and .... the rest of our allies too."

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These Cracks In The Mirror Show Me Worlds I've Never Seen || Edelgard & Thrasir

mission board: herald | any skill +1

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starter for @hresvelged

Hearing even rumours of an artifact from her home was one thing. Hearing that this artifact was one that could show someone their own self from another world brought concern. Thrasir knew the kinds of heroes brought from other worlds to hers. She had summoned some of them. Used them to try conquer Askr. Used them to help claim souls for Hel.

Some of them were like her. Monsters. Weapons. Beings of nothing but destruction. Your family would be disappointed in you comparing yourself to them again. They didn't belong in Fódlan. Thrasir didn't think others should know their own realities in other worlds either... So the lich was tracking leads, trying to find this orb that was apparently in the Monastery. If she could find it... maybe she could close it's connection. Who knows how many orbs there are like it here though? After all, hadn't Kiran been swimming in Summoning Orbs?

It seemed that she wasn't the first person to find it though. Curses. Not minding how her cloak did little to hide her undead form, she quickly made her way over, but paused when she realised who...

"Lady Edelgard?" she asked, surprised.

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May Activity Check - Passed

Total Skill Points: 26 -> 27 Allocations: ActCheck +1 Flying (11/12)

Claims: Tactician access (Authority C) I keep forgetting et Mage mastery

Event: Bouquet Sea Tambourine (E+ Authority)

Ongoing Threads: Entangled Fates (w Ryoma) Flora Heals an Aching Soul! (w L'Arachel) Maledictus Aurum (w Alfonse) Not Resting Gives You Unwanted Feelings For Hot Otome Girls (w Sanaki) ring ring!! got a summoner and a lich at your doorstep!! (w Kiran) 15 Step Guide To Magic (w Dimitri) All This Altruism is Giving Me the Warm and Fuzzies (w Iago) Relearning How To Trust (Among Other Things) (w Darios) Lucid Screaming (FFXIV AU) (w Marth) Serenitas Tenebrarum (w Alfonse)

Unclaimed Open Starters: Whoever Called it "Battleoff" Was Lying (AdventureQuest Worlds AU)

Dropped Threads: Are You a Wolpertinger Or a Rabbit In Cosplay? (w Alfonse) Dance With Death (w Alfonse) Libertas (w Karel) limbo (w Forsyth)

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[ SWEET BUN TRIO ] - Three delicious, bite-sized buns from Faerghus. The first bun is filled with sweet cream and topped with icing and a candied cherry. The second is a sweet roll filled with almonds, pecans, and dried cranberries and glazed with honey. The third is a bun sliced in half, filled with almond paste and whipped cream, dusted with powdered sugar on top.

Thrasir was certainly surprised to see the green haired woman in short form. Not once did the lich think she would ever be approached by Sothis. A summoned hero from the Askran army, not summoned by her... And to approach her with... sweet buns? Surely the undead was anathema to her. And now she was offering sweet buns. Which the lich couldn't truly eat.

Which presented Thrasir with a second dilemma.

How does she refuse an offer like this from her politely?

Did Sothis know who she was? What she was? Or was this just trying to interact with the people of Fodlán? Should Thrasir make any indication that she knew...? All she could do was offer an apologetic smile.

"I am afraid I am unable to eat such things," she replied, hopefully kindly. "You may have all of them if you desire, I won't say anything."

Hopefully that sufficed? Regardless, Thrasir offered the goddess a rose. Her only understanding of this woman, that she had heard back in Askr and Embla, was she was supposedly kinder than Hel, and for the lich... for Veronica... that was enough.

"I hope you will at least accept this rose from me."

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[ TEA ] "If you're going into one of the moving picture rooms, why not take a cup with you?" Ronan gestures to the row of kettles lit by warm candlelight. "Not brewed by me, don't worry. Someone in the kitchen understands this stuff much better."

Despite the fact that she needn't worry about her translucent body while wearing this dress, she was certainly not feeling like pretending with tea at the moment. So she smiled politely and shook her head.

"No, I do not drink tea," she replied. "Thank-you for the offer, however."

With a hum, Thrasir offered a rose from her bouquet as a sign of her gratitude for the offer. Then she offered a shallow curtsey.

[willowitxh]

[ MOVIE - ROMANCE ] -

"...Oh my!" Nanna gasped, as the star-crossed lovers were fooled into unnecessary deaths at the hands of political strife and youthful desperation. The lovers' faces streaked with tears, even if their bodies grew colder. "...shouldn't this also be under the tragedy category?"

The screen tapered to black, and Nanna glanced over at her neighbor sitting in a seat adjacent.

Clearing her throat, she laughed quietly. "You know, so many of the romances I know of have ended similarly, immortalized by tragedy."

"...I suppose it makes for a story worth watching, but is that not a bit heart wrenching? I had chosen to watch this alone, too..."

"Actually, I suppose that I had watched this with you, had I not?" A small smile peeked in pleasure. "I ought to thank you for that."

She canted her head, green eyes glittering as the names of the actors scrolled in the background. Twirling an orchid over the seat armrest, Nanna offered it to the stranger. "...Hehe! Here, a flower for the company."

"I do believe this has been miscategorised," Thrasir hummed softly, and then under her breath, "that wasn't a romance at all..."

She didn't know why she had even sat down to watch. Her viewing neighbour was quite the chatty one though, so the lich allowed herself to listen. The offered flower is eyed for a moment. Perhaps this was at least a somewhat fruitful viewing at least Thrasir accepted the flower with a small nod.

"... thank-you," she murmured, nodding. Then wordlessly she offered her own rose in return.