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Holy everything, they might've found people. Cynthia's optimism hadn't been wasted. How many would there be? She doesn't know how they'll carry them all down yet, but they'll think of something. The fact they've found signs of life is good.

She sees that little hand in the distance, a bright beacon of hope. Her pegasus’ wings beat harder against the winds. The closer they get, the more she can hear something. Voices. They’re shouting, for help, but also with relief. The end of their misery is here.

If nothing else, they can save these people. The relief of it makes the air leave Cynthia’s lungs.

The path here is narrow; Cynthia can see now why these people haven’t managed to escape. There’s four of them: two young women, and a couple of children clinging to them. They’re dirty, hair matted and clinging to dusty, damp foreheads. Their clothes are torn, and they’re gaunt. How much longer could they have held out?

Cynthia dismounts her pegasus and fishes through her saddlebag, until she finds what she’s looking for. Her emergency jerky is neatly wrapped up in paper, and she crouches down, offering it to the kids.

“Here,” she says, “you guys are gonna need it more than me.”

One child clings to the women, while the other one gingerly approaches. Cynthia smiles, holding out the jerky to the little boy.

“You’re gonna be okay. We’re gonna get you out of here, okay? I’m Cynthia, and the bird-guy is Tibarn. We’re friends. We’re gonna get you out of here and get you home.”

What Do I Spy With My Little Eye || Tibarn & Cynthia

Searching for the missing || @justicespeared || Mission Season: Restoration

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“I don’t think I’m the one who needs helping, you know.”

The words weren’t said with any cruelty. The rain and mud set Cynthia free. On Finn, it seemed the rain held him down, and the mud clung to him. He needed to be pulled from the sodden earth beneath them.

Maybe this was his way of pulling himself free. He held onto Cynthia and told himself this would free her, not him. Well, that was fine by her. In a sense, she was helping, she guessed.

“Thanks, I think.” It wasn’t like Cynthia couldn’t protect herself. Still, he told her he would help, so help he would.

“So, I have to ask - why are you so intense?” She looked him up and down curiously. Sure, she’d seen older knights before, but none were like Finn, in her experience. Gruff, surly, but not intense. She liked this vibe, actually. She needed to make notes on how to match it.

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The rock museum.

Of course, no one likes it when Cynthia calls it that, but that’s what it is. It’s nothing but endless, endless rocks. She’d been dragged here by her roommate’s brother, who thought she needed more ‘culture’, whatever that means. She’s bored. She’s so awfully, terribly bored that it makes her itchy.

At the first opportunity, she ditches the dork and tries to find a way out of here. He can talk about rocks all he damn well pleases, because Cynthia is out-

“Oops!”

That’s what she gets for rushing. She looks at the woman to apologise and explain - her friend’s dorky brother is a good reason to run - but she stops. All words leave her, which is an achievement, because Cynthia doesn’t stop talking.

It’s like a string that’s wrapped around her heart had been tugged, hard enough to nearly split it in two. Her universe has shifted under her feet, and she can’t explain why. “Heh, that’s okay, you’re the most exciting thing in this rock museum.”

There's an ordinary world somehow I have to find

modern AU

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“Oh!” Honestly, she wasn’t expecting him to say yes. She was expecting to have to follow him, then he’d get mad at her, then they’d have a whole thing. By the end, they’d be unlikely friends. This way was definitely easier, though.

“Yeah, I will!” Cynthia could follow orders. She’d been a soldier in an unwinnable war, and a soldier in another. She knew how to follow a leader, no problem. Wait, no, she was already losing focus. She blinked, and refocused her attention on the mercenary.

She looked at the tracks. They weren’t obvious to those who didn’t know what they were looking for, she thought. Cynthia crouched down to look at the tracks properly, trying to absorb the knowledge. She’d never learned this stuff; when they were fighting as kids, they had to teach themselves. Tracking was something Cynthia never learned.

“If it’s a few days old, you sure we can find them?” Cynthia asked, before stand up and keeping to the brushes, as she was told. It wasn’t doubt - she was curious. She wanted to learn all that she could, since he clearly knew so much.

a pegapony princess and her helper

( TOA anniversary mission board - flying +1 )

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“Really? You mean it?!” Cynthia’s face lit up. “Er, I mean- yep, it’s super dangerous. So you totally have to.” He saw through her ruse, she was certain of it. Still, he was interested, instead of going on a rant about the darkness or whatever.

“Well, I don’t know what I’m doing, either. That’s why I need a companion, silly.” She wrapped the blades back up - nice and safe - and put them back in her bag. “I’ve never heard of it before, but it’s supposed to be a lot of fun.”

She looped her arm in Finn’s. It was second nature to her to do this. She didn’t know why - probably after a couple of fights side-by-side, she felt like she could trust him. There was a fondness for this poor, sad knight that she couldn’t shake. She liked being around him. She couldn’t explain it any more than that.

She led him to the lake, still holding onto him. “It froze over yesterday, and it’s pretty cold, so the ice is several inches deep,” she said. “So we can’t accidentally cut a hole through it or something.” Well, Cynthia still might. She wasn’t exactly the luckiest girl in the world.

ice to see you

( mission board — excavation )

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“Wh- that’s it?! It’s been ages since we saw each other, and you can summarise the past year or whatever in a sentence?!” Why is Cynthia surprised? She knows Lucina well enough to know she’s not that chatty. Cynthia, however, probably could’ve spun a thousand different stories from a year alone.

Like she’s going to.

“I mean, you know me, I don’t sit still. My plan was to come here alone, you know? Leave Ylisse, come here to be a better hero.” She smiles at herself. “But then, I, er…” Gerome. The sight of him in that dingy place still haunts her. She’d never seen him so broken, and she hopes never to see him like that again.

She’s never talked about it in detail. She’s never going to. It’s a thing to shake off.

“But then I found Gerome, and we came here together. I’ve done all kinds of things here since I came here. And there’s so many people here, too. Like, people from all over the place! I met a girl who can divine stuff from the gods - isn’t that cool?”

And already, Cynthia is rambling about nothing. Lucina had better cut in, or she’ll be an unwilling audience member to Cynthia’s monologue.

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Cynthia stomps over to class. She’s drier now, thankfully, but she’s still miserable. (Which, hey, it’s one of the criteria for having Marion, so it’s not all bad.)

She takes her seat - front of the class, like a main character. Not that she’s a main character, of course. Cynthia’s just an average kid.

An average kid, who’s reading the chalkboard that has ESSAY DUE TODAY!!!!! written in big bold letters. Cynthia presses her hands to her cheeks and yells. “That was due today?!” Yeah, maybe yesterday she’d spent too long playing in the Crimson Chin comic books. And the night before. And the night before that.

What? She was having fun!

And now she’s in big trouble.“

Er- there’s no rule about wishing for a fully written essay, right?” Cynthia says to her totally-non-descript fairy godparent. She’s toast. Dry, crispy, burnt toast!!

This Could Only Be The Work Of... FAIRY GOD PARENTS!!!!

Fairly Odd Parents AU

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It’s weird just waiting. Watching. They should be helping, but Cynthia does as she's told, staying back. She keeps a close eye on the battle.

Those glaives activate, and two of the clay beasts activate. Maybe Cynthia was wrong then - maybe she'd imagined it. They should get back into the fray really, they're wasting time just sitting here.

One beast creaks to life. She doesn't see a glaive activate.

It roars, the horrifying bellow shaking even the clouds. Stone claws tear into the attacking monster. Cynthia's eyes dart back to Fiora.

"Um-" She swallows. "A glaive- a glaive activated, right? Right?!"

The Ancients

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Cynthia was asleep when she hears someone at the door. It's late - very late. The room is pitch black. Cynthia reaches over and lights a candle, just for some kind of light. She's in a nightgown, hair down.

As Cynthia wakes up, she realises the urgency in Mist's words and voice. Something has gone wrong. She's in trouble. Cynthia leaps out of bed and opens the door, before yanking Mist inside and slamming the door shut behind them.

"What's wrong? Did someone try to break into your room or something?" Cynthia isn't exactly dressed to go kick bad-guy butt, but she would, for Mist.

Not that Mist can't defend herself but, you know, Cynthia remains the people's champion.

She goes to put on her boots. She really ought to keep a lance in here for emergencies. She can make do with her fists, right? Ooh, but this nightgown is too flimsy to really protect her, too.

Still. Anything for Mist.

Help a girl out?

Cynthia + Mist - AU

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[ can be in terms of appearance, personality, or both! ]

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'You can't.'

She went too far. She shouldn't have said all that. She opens her mouth to take it all back and tell him she's kidding, but he's holding her so tight. It takes her a few moments for her to understand the words Gerome has just said.

"You're- huh?"

Gerome doesn't joke. He doesn't make comments like that if he doesn't mean them. He's serious. The corners of Cynthia's eyes sting. She grips the arms that are holding her, as she turns her head to look at Gerome.

"You wanna? Get married? To me?" Cynthia babbles. It's not an official proposal, but it's everything to Cynthia. She's dreamed of marrying him, of their family, of the rest of their lives together for so many years.

She nods. The words are gone. She presses herself against him, and tries not to cry. She realises she's failed when a thin damp trail runs down her cheek. She quickly swipes it away.

"Okay." She nods again. "Y- yeah. I'll wait. Promise."

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[mission board: restoration]

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“Fight someone? Jeez, what kind of impression have I made on you?” You fight side by side with a guy twice, and suddenly a girl is bloodthirsty and in need of kicking butt. Though, it was helpful to know that Finn was so readily available to help for that.

“No, it’s more personal than that.” Oh, now that she was in front of him, she felt silly. Her smile turned sheepish. It wasn’t like he’d say no, right? Right? They were friends, weren’t they? Of course they were; they’d talked once. That made them friends.

“Okay, so you know how it’s super cold right now, right? And the lake’s frozen over?” She grabbed her spoils from her bag - two sets of carefully-wrapped blades. “So I saw these people sliding on the ice on these things. And it looked like fun so I thought, why not get some? But, well, it’s really dangerous, so I thought I should get two so I could go with someone. Y’know, cause it’s blades. It’s dangerous.”

Okay, she was hamming up her point a little. Time for the big finish.

“So, because it’s dangerous to go alone, I thought, you know who’d be safe to go with? You! You’re always so… safe, and careful.” Which Cynthia planned to change a little once they were on the ice. “So, whaddya say? Wanna help me with another dangerous mission?”

At least this was more dangerous than the silly mud exercise.

ice to see you

( mission board — excavation )

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i don't generally make OOC posts, but i'm adding a new thing across all three blogs bc i'm getting old and blind SO:

PLEASE USE MINIMAL FORMATTING WITH ME. i can't read coloured fonts. i don't mind bolding and small text (and italics for emphasis) but that is IT. i will match your formatting if you don't like small text/prefer i use bolded text

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It takes a little bit of looking around, but L’Arachel eventually manages to flag down Cynthia. She gives the girl a friendly wave as she approaches, a fairly casual greeting all things considered, but part of being graceful is knowing when to reel things in.

“Cynthia! It is good to see you again! I would ask if you remember me but that would be an absolutely preposterous question after our unforgettable performance in battle!” A boisterous laugh emanates from her as she gives Cynthia a friendly pat on the shoulder. Once the laughing dies down, her facial expression softens.

“I had heard after the Battle of Eagle and Lion that your bout had not gone as well as hoped. Truth be told, some of the tales I had heard regarding the end result were rather concerning! I had almost left right then and there to check in on you, however in the end I had decided against it. The healers on hand would surely keep good care of you, and I would be better suited to cheering on both the winning Lions as well as our fellow Deer.” There was also the matter of potentially wounded pride upon being seen in a defeated state by an ally, something L’Arachel knows that she could have felt herself if she'd been in Cynthia's position. She considers bringing it up, but leaves it unsaid. It would be a bit of a mood killer if she were the one to mention it, after all.

“Regardless, I was quite dismayed that I was not able to celebrate the conclusion of the fight with you. And as such, I had a most brilliant idea! I would bake a cake for us to indulge in, based on the types of cakes I used to eat when I was younger. I had bought all the ingredients I required, I went to the dining hall after closing to make it… and I utterly messed it up. Yes, turns out even someone as magnificent as me can make mistakes! So instead I shall purchase us a cake from a local place instead, if you are willing to walk with me there.” She gives Cynthia a soft, gentle smile.

“Our bouts may not have gone according to plan, but I think we have more than enough to be proud of, Cynthia. I know I'm most certainly proud of myself. And that I'm also equally as proud of you. And that is quite a lot of pride!” She lets out a small chuckle. “So what say you? Shall we exchange stories of our skirmishes whilst feasting on cake?” She puts her hand out towards Cynthia, in a position she hopes signifies to the other girl an intent for a high five. Mayhaps some other gestures would be more appropriate here, but the simple truth is, she enjoyed the last high five they had done. It is quite a fun gesture!

post-BOEL

Did Cynthia remember L’Arachel?

Psh. Was the sky blue?

L’Arachel was the kind of woman you didn’t forget. Her bright cheer matched Cynthia’s, but hoo boy, she bragged more. And for good reason - L’Arachel was skilled. (Well, except with cake-baking, apparently, but whatever.)

L’Arachel brought up her hand, and Cynthia slapped it with no hesitation. “Woohoo!” Okay, so there wasn’t much to cheer about, considering the Deer had lost. But, oh well, she can still cheer for her win.

“I still feel kinda bad about Tine,” Cynthia said. “We kinda… blasted her into little pieces. Immediately.” But hopefully, Tine would get this was the nature of these kinds of war games.

(At least it was all fake. It wasn't like they'd actually killed her. Cynthia needed to get herself together.)

“Heehee, you're proud of me?” Cynthia grinned with a little pink in her cheeks. Look, it was innocent. It wasn't anything beyond slight admiration, and knowing L'Arachel was pretty. Cynthia could pull herself together, and she'd be over it pretty soon. There was only one person in this whole universe for her, after all.

“Anyway, you brought cake? What flavour is it?” Cynthia wasn't picky. Free food was free food; growing up as she had, she learned not to turn her nose up at food, especially treats. “C’mon, let's go sit down and talk about the fight.”

Cynthia let out a little oh! as she realised. “Tea goes well with cake, right? We should make tea! I dunno much about it, so you'll have to give me a hand, but I'll buy the leaves - since you bought the cake.”

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This Red Wolf Moon has welcomed the first real snowfall of the season, and alongside it, a surprise windfall: a flock of Gideon turkeese have landed and made themselves comfortable on the monastery outskirts. Given the oncoming winter and the ongoing recovery efforts, the cooks have decided the birds would make for perfect feast material… if only someone would go out and fetch the elusive things for them! Some say turkeese are real docile, while others claim they’ve a temper hot enough to turn their hunters into the hunted. Whether you’re hungry or after a new companion, might be you’ll find out which of the two it is. [Grants Bow +1]

Cynthia had never been too interested in bows before.

That was until the mock battle, when she'd been handed a bow. It worked out pretty well, and Cynthia was even a pretty decent shot, which some might call beginner's luck. Cynthia was happy with her skills, until she was struck down by another archer. She still had the scar to prove it, though it was looking less angry as days passed.

Apparently, the academy needed some help shooting down some birds for a feast. Cynthia did want to try using a bow more, so she figured, why not? This was a good test.

Besides, they were just birds. They couldn't do much to her.

Bow strapped to her back, she made her way to the woods. Light filtered through the trees, giving Cynthia plenty of light to see what she was doing.

A hunter needed more than sight, though. They needed ears. Cynthia had ears. She heard a rustle and fumbled with her bow, until she realised it was her own footsteps. She laughed softly, before moving quieter and more carefully.

She heard it before she saw it. This horrible low sound, short and sharp. The best way she could describe it was a mix of a honk and a gobble. She grabbed an arrow. Alright, she could totally do this.

A little head peeked out from the brushes. Cynthia readied.

Aimed-!

birds of a feather

( mission board — excavation — bow +1 )

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"I mean... come on, right?" She smiles sheepishly. "He's the love of my life. I know this, cause I've always loved him. I loved him when I met him, and I can't stop loving him. There's no one else in this whole universe I want other than him. I want him by my side forever. But, this is all super obvious stuff."

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"Don't look at me like that. You should've seen her with that Dakka. Whew." Cynthia wipes her brow. "Anyway, I love her energy. We should totally be friends. She's in my class, so it shouldn't be too hard, right?"