Mercurial

Fire Emblem: Weight of the World

Siran Vahramyan Arshakuni

The prince decided to start their little event, though they weren't to leave just yet. It seemed he wanted to have breakfast and get acquainted before gallivanting off into the sunset. It was fine by Siran, since she wasn't going to turn down free food. As they went to eat, Siran discovered they clearly had another Ibionese individual in their midst. She could tell the bard was from urban Ibion, definitely not a nomad, and certainly not one of the tribes of the Kovkas mountains. Music wasn't always her thing, but she wasn't bothered by his playing at the very least. Unlike him though, she was definitely going to take her seat and start eating. As the other spoke up, she was quite sure she had identified yet another Ibionese man, though unlike before, she was sure this one was a nomad, but again not like her own. It seemed he was keen to leave. Siran was in no hurry, though she certainly wasn't going to object to getting started on this journey. As long as she wasn't potting around the clan encampment, she was just fine.

Waiting for an opportunity to speak up, Siran decided to voice a question of her own. "Your Majesty, Lady Rhea, I am Siran Vahramyan Arshakuni." She spoke with all the deference she had been taught by her elders. She didn't really care for courtly platitudes, but she wasn't sure whether the prince and his bodyguard did, so she decided to refrain from getting herself kicked out before this journey started. "I wish to inquire as to whether you have an estimated time we will be spending on this expedition; should we expect to be gone for some time, or should we expect this to be wrapped up shortly?" Siran hoped her question did not come across as though she was impatient; in fact, she was quite hoping they were about to say they would be away for a good long while. Siran was in no hurry to return, and the longer spent on exotic soil, the better as far as she was concerned. The only question was whether that would be out there for long or would end up back in Estala all too quickly.

@LordVoldemort @Ambra

War Notes

Decided to take the initiative and move the scene along. Hope nobody minds?

War Notes

Leon Brandeau

"Wait till they find out how many we are." Anton whispered to Leon as people were surprised to learn he had a brother. He was of course referring to the fact that there were many brothers and sisters in the current main branch of the Brandeau family, mostly scattered in the North. Leon, eager to take attention off his family life, simply tried to focus on what was being discussed. Viola's tale was shockingly similar to their own; similar enough that it made him wonder if something wasn't afoot near Orello. She also mentioned something about a review that they had come to the fort for. "Our mission was simply a patrol, I believe." In all chaos of the ambush and the blizzard, Leon had somewhat forgotten the fact that their mission had been something so mundane sounding. The captain had never mentioned anything about a review, so he assumed that wasn't part of their journey. When he thought about it, he wondered if this wasn't something the captain should have known about. She wouldn't have kept that from them, would she have?

As Viola suggested they find somewhere else to talk, Althea returned, and she also finally caused Esther to realise her state of dress. "Finally noticed, have we?" Anton said with a chuckle. He was more amused by it all than embarrassed for her. "I know Leon here-"

"You can lead us through the fort, right dearest brother?" Leon quickly spat out, mostly to prevent Anton from finishing his sentence.

"Heh, alright, alright. Let me be your tour guide through the majesty that is Orello." He then motioned for everyone to follow behind him, aiming to lead them to their destination as quickly as could be.

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"...it does get pretty rowdy in here sometimes, but it's usually-" Anton stopped talking at they approached the mess hall. It was clear when they arrived that something was going on in there. "Bloody hell.." Anton muttered as he marched in to take a good look, with Leon following close behind. They both immediately took in the sight of people having been knocked out and beaten down in the midst of a drunken cacophony. "Oi, everyone simmer down!" Anton yelled into the crowds. "We've got young maidens coming in, so let's make this place look respectable, eh?" Anton was mostly calm at first, just trying to restore some order, until he saw the firearm. He immediately grabbed it and held it up for all to see, displaying a freshly found anger on his face. "Whose bloody idea was this!? You morons seriously want to die, huh!? Someone step forward and explain this, before I arrange you all a date with your favorite sergeant!" He was of course referring to the very same sergeant that had so brazenly threatened people with "deflowering" earlier.

While Anton was demanding answers, Leon's eyes were fixed on Gradon, who seemed to have got in the middle of this and come out worse for wear. Moving to his side, it was clear he was unconscious. "Althea, come quick! Gradon's out cold!" He called out, hoping she could hear him over all this noise. He noticed Leblanc was here too, but she didn't seem to need any help. In fact, she seemed like she had been having fun.

@TheWindel @Lonewolf685 @KoL @Hammerman @DracoLunaris @Crimmy

Fire Emblem: Weight of the World

Isn't it great when you're repeatedly left out of mass tags?

Ignite Heart! A Magical Girl RP

@ChickenTeriyaki It's moments like these that remind me never to use too common images.

Hint: Look at the appearance on the sheet I linked to, it might seem familiar.

Fire Emblem: Weight of the World

Siran Vahramyan Arshakuni

Siran was idling by a wall, waiting like anyone else gathered here. All the words that had been heaped upon her in the build up to this point were still ringing in her ears; phrases such as "This is our chance to repay the country that took us in!", "It's your sacred duty to represent us in this important endeavor", and "We must prove that our clan still has great strength". Siran knew what it all really meant; "We might be rewarded if we make ourselves useful!, "We could go ourselves, but we'd rather risk your neck while we reap the rewards", and "We need to make ourselves feel better because we're still butthurt from the events of nine years past". Siran didn't care for any of it. She had experience the hardships felt all those years ago as much as anyone else, but she knew that the Bagratuni clan was on the other side of a border from them all now, and nothing short of an invasion of Ibion would mean anyone would ever get their revenge. Siran wanted nothing more than to move on and forget all the suffering, but the Arshakuni wanted to wallow in their past regrets forever. Fortunately, their reasons for volunteering her for this escort mission did not matter. Siran now had the opportunity to do something that would take her far away from the constant bemoaning of the past and get some real life experience. Maybe it would be an uneventful trip, but at least it would take her someplace else.

Siran lazily watched the small drama playing out before her eyes. It was clear there was some tension between the arriving prince's female friends. Siran really hoped it wouldn't come to a head during their trip; the only thing worse than listening to the clan elders bitch about their ancient rivalry was listening to a love-struck girl harp on about her romantic rivals. It would be worse with a royal as the center of it all, as even though her status meant little outside the clan, Siran still had those among the clan that battled for her favors. The only way she had kept from being forced to marry so far was by distracting her suitors with their own rivalries, so that they could never find the opportunity to petition her father for her hand. All the better that she was going away on this journey, since that meant thoughts of marriage would have to wait until after she returned. Of course, that made it all the more bothersome to see a grander version of her domestic life play out between a pack of strangers. Heaven help her if anyone ever thought she wanted to woo the prince herself, as she wanted no part of such a thing, though she was sure her father was praying with all his might that such a union would actually occur.

Choosing to take her mind off the worst case scenarios, Siran was content to wait patiently until their expedition set out in earnest. Only then would she finally be getting what she wanted.

Aether Bridge Academy

Lawan Somwan

While some other students may have found this day exciting, Lawan was among those that didn't. While she wasn't averse to fighting, Lawan had never liked the prospect of competing against other students for some vague reward, and so she never participated in these tournaments. The prizes did not interest her one bit either. She was going to watch, however, as although she didn't much enjoy the prospect, a few of her friends, Garth included, were participating, and so she felt compelled to support them at the very least. Otherwise, there was nothing to do but keep to her regular schedule and wait for all the excitement to blow over.

"In for another long period of sitting around watching the others have fun, are we?" Pasak asked her as she sat on a nondescript bench.

"Yes, Pasak." She replied casually.

"But you're curious, surely? You want to know what it's like to beat down the others and hold the victors crown aloft. It wouldn't hurt to indulge yourself once. Why not give it a try?" Lawan knew what was happening here; Pasak was always bored when she sat out of the tournaments, and he'd tried to convince her to participate last year too.

"I'm not doing it." She told him flatly.

"Bah. Suit yourself. I'll be departing for more interesting prospects then." Pasak then vanished back to his tablet, leaving Lawan to sit in peace.

Ignite Heart! A Magical Girl RP

Masako Imagawa

Lutin was not entirely convinced by the girl's latest explanation. More than anything, it confirmed that she had lied to them once, and was therefore capable of lying to them again. Masako, on the other hand, though not entirely sure what to make of it all, was starting to feel rather sorry for the girl; whatever had happened, they were all here interrogating her as though she had committed a crime. "Um, perhaps we should give her a break?" She spoke up to the others. "There's little to be gained by giving her a hard time, surely? Let's just leave her be and get back to our duties?" Lutin rolled her eyes at Masako's suggestion, though she did not object. While she could care less if they hurt Shadowrender's feelings, she was also uncertain as to whether there was any merit in continuing with this questioning. She would just wait and see how the situation developed.

@VitaVitaAR @NightinGem

Fire Emblem: Weight of the World

THE kimono? Pardon my FE ignorance, but are kimonos rare here? I was just trying to be fashionable to the point that Google Images could back me up. O_O

@Zeroth

@Mistiel

I think the idea is that @Zeroth's character was written as belonging to an essentially Japanese culture within an otherwise European kingdom. Therefore his character asked if your character belonged to said culture due to wearing a kimono, which within this RP's world, is the dress of the ancient clans he mentioned.

closed

Turns out everyone came here for boku no pico not boku no hero. Mass exodus ensues.