Mage in Training

Indie, semi-selective Ricken blog from Fire Emblem: Awakening. Please read rules before interacting. Not spoiler free 2+ years of writing experience Penned by Cocoa

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Henry:

Henry was happily existing with the animals, even the more predatory ones were like little dogs to him. He didn’t even flinch at the sight of angry ones. Perhaps it had been the time that he spent with animals as opposed to people. Adapting to behaviors of other animals was not as hard as one might think. 

 He raised an eyebrow at his request, though a smile was ever present.

“I think that’d be interesting!”

He couldn't help but smile sheepishly; there was something about the way the Dark Mage expressed himself that made Ricken feel unsure if Henry was being honest. But either way, he took his word for it and quickly took a step back, ready to sprint to grab Tomes. He stopped himself, waiting for Henry to join him-- he had to contain his excitement.

“Great! Let's just grab a few Tomes and find an empty area.”

He'd feel awful if anyone got caught in the line of fire.

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Grumpy Mage:

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“Yes, I’ve already taken note of your magical element. So what if we share a bias for wind magic?”

An exasperated sigh signals that Soren hasn’t the patience for this. Alright, so he could behave with more courtesy towards this new recruit. Ike had said as much. Still, it’s quite difficult to maintain a polite facade when this child badgered him incessantly. He has half a mind to snap at him, but he manages to bite back a retort. Every action he performed reflected on the Greil Mercenaries, for better or for worse. 

“Now, do you have anything better to quip about, or should I return to inventory maintenance?” 

The Griel Mercenaries. He could remember reading up on them in his spare time. Ike seemed like quite a leader. It was strange how a trip through the Outrealm Gates could lead him into a world of legends. And somehow, someway, Ike allowed Ricken to stay and fight for the Mercenaries. It was a strange feeling, but most of him was excited to learn more about the land and its magic. It was when the Mage approached the convoy for a Wind Tome did he come across a fellow Mage. He didn't seem very welcoming, but the boy seized his chance.

He wasn't very easy to speak to either. There was a sour note in him tone that didn't even soften when he exclaimed he was a Mage as well.

“My point is, do you think you can show me a few Wind spells? Where I come from, it’s different.”

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@flarebond  ❤️’d –> Soren

He was in a hurry-- shops were about to close in a matter or minutes and Ricken was sprinting with a stack of worn tomes. He figured he could sell them and purchase some new ones for the upcoming battle between Plegia. He huffed with each step, losing more breath as he ran. Stamina was never the Mage's strong suit and it certainly showed. He was quite occupied and lightheaded to notice someone was in his path. By the time it registered, he slammed into the stranger.

“Whoa! Sorry about that.”

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Henry:

Henry patted the leaders head making some odd noises, which caused them to settle, though they still warily regarded him as they turned to look at Henry for anything he might suddenly ask. Dismissing them he stood up and brushed off his pants, then approaching the boy as if he was not just chatting with wolves.

“Sorry about them, they’re still quite wary of people as of what happened to my mother.” 

Waving them off they skulked back into the trees unsurely but soon were out of sight. “What can I help with?”

Henry was speaking to the wolves with such ease; it made Ricken feel quite jealous. He always liked to call himself ' the monster whisperer ', but in reality Henry was that one member to bring home a bear and call it tame. The Mage's animal profession tended to stem from harmless deer to fluffy bunnies. If having to endure horrible snarls and bared yellow fangs, he'd have a pass in attempting to befriend such beasts.

Ricken noticed Henry stand through his peripherals-- his main focus was on the wolves, ready to make a run for it if he had to. It was when Henry waved them off did his attention draw to the pale boy.

"O-Oh well, I was hoping we can try mixing tome spell together. With your Dark Magic and my Wind Magic, who knows what we can do?"

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Tired Man:

“Of course I am. I have seen worse than this, nothing a little healing can’t fix with some tea. I hope you know how to fight there could be some heading this way to just kill me, or should I now say us“

It wasn’t his way to just leave someone on their own. Even if that person was that of some child. What kind of man would he be if he left the other to defend all by themselves? They didn’t even look like they belonged here anyway. Their clothing was different and to top it off he never seen anything in that kind of style before, he would have to show Oboro later-maybe she would know that type of style.

“After this you should come with me, it’s not safe for someone like you to stay out here by yourself, and I’m not saying- I’m telling you. I  don’t want your blood stain on me that would be more than enough regret if I refuse to help you in the first place. So tell me, what is your name and what village or kingdom you hail from.”

It was true Ricken hadn't had a clue where he was or where to go when this battle was over. As apprehensive as he felt about going with a man who only saw the Mage as a mere child, what other choice did he have? It perhaps could be a trap, but the two were about to fight, setting up a trap took time, after all.

The boy pursed his lips, unsure if he should reveal where he came from. He was in an unknown land and doubted anyone would know where Ylisse was from here (assuming it existed here in the first place). Ricken's eyes darted to the soldiers around the front lines. How was he supposed to tell which side is which? But he made up his mind and said with perhaps too much gusto,

“My name is Ricken, and I’m a Mage from Ylisse!”

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Poet:

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❝I haven’t thought of a name yet, quite honestly. I usually leave them nameless. Gives it more character.❞

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“Really? I think poems with names make them more memorable.”

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Henry:

“Ooh! You want a taste of the spooky magic, huh?”

“I can’t blame ya! I started out curious, too….it just kinda went off from there! So, ready to summon some eldritch abominations?” 

Ricken paused, feeling a sense of foreboding when Henry thought about summoning demons. Can a Flux tome really do that?

“Um, maybe not summon Risen, but I just wanted to know if there was a difference between dark magic and their Tomes."

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Henry:

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Laying pleasantly among wolves, the light haired man made odd noises in which the wild dogs responded with. However the unspoken calm between them seemed to be disrupted as someone was taking a walk and had brought it among themselves to explore. The aforementioned canines now looked at the boy with low growls forming and ears pricked forward.

Ever since he ran into that pack of wolves, he was always afraid of them. Unfortunately when he needed Henry the most, he was pleasantly making conversation with the beasts. As carefully as he tried, he couldn't approach without them noticing, glaring at him with vicious growls. Ricken had no tome on him.

“Uh... Henry? There’s something I need help with.”

The Mage prayed the boy would call off his sharp-toothed canines.

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“That’s a nice poem. What’s it called?”

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Tired Man:

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“Excuse me, are you sure you’re suppose to be here? There is a battle about to happen, and I don’t think anyone would want to lose their child in this chaos.”

It was strange, for Dwyer to just stare at the child in front of him. Needless to say they kinda looked like Hayato. Just dressed all differently and not that much of his aura for them. Of course Dwyer was making sure no villagers were around in case if one of the enemies came up upon them, Dwyer would try his best to defend the villagers until the others came, but he was face to face with a child.

Of course he remember when he was a child himself, he still felt like one sometimes, the instant fear of losing your parents, or someone you care about-it would disturb him, but now wasn’t the time to look back on it, right now he needed to see this child off too someplace safe.

“Well? You should be going-or do I need to hold your hand and take you someplace safe?”

He couldn't quite recall how he managed to slip into this mess. One moment he found himself in a strange Outrealm, the next he's caught in the middle of a battle-- or at least one that's about to start. Knowing how war treats innocent bystanders, he kept an Elwind close, ready to use if necessary. At least he was somewhere in the back, but with no clue if these people were the ‘ good guys ’ or not.

Then he heard a voice, one dripping with lethargy. Upon finding its source, Ricken was met with a long twig of a man, mounted atop a horse and a Staff in hand. From what he was used to, he suspected this person was a Troubadour of sorts. A small pout found its way onto the Mage’s features-- of course the first thing he'd mention would be the boy’s small stature. Perhaps the tome in hand looked like a picture book to the other.

“I don't need hand holding! …But no, I don't think I should be here.”

Ricken’s pout softened a little. He probably should've expected this. He doubted this place knew about the Shepherds and how he was a proud member of it. Still, he couldn't help but notice the healer appearing as though he could pass out any moment.

“But are you sure you should be here? You look like a wreck.”

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@of-invisible-ties ❤️’d –> Henry

“Hey Henry? Can I try to use that Flux tome of yours?”

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Fight me!

“But why?”