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Atelier Frixi 9

-Frixi and the others made their way through a cave full of rare stones!- (Frixi) "WOW, there are so many different stones here and they come in different shapes and sizes. I feel like I could make so many variants of items!" (Azure) "Frixelliya wanna calm down we don't want to alert monsters to us". (Frixi) "Oh sorry I just can't believe I actually found so many ingredients already"...(Nina) "Why are you apologizing to this guy don't forget about that sinking ship incident. We never would of went through that..." (Azure) "Oh come on I thought you guys forgave me for that, especially since I helped you get to safety, Not too mention...." (Noire Thought's) "So this is what it's like to be surrounded by companions....I had almost forgotten the feeling. Serenilya I hope we meet again!". (Frixi) "Hey Noire are you okay you look a bit out of it?" (Noire) "I just want to see this treasure already, the two of you need more discipline! You both have a chance to do your dream jobs and can't afford too be goofing off".

(Frixi) "But...I have gathered lots of special items!" (Nina) "And I have beaten so many scary monsters!". For some reason I felt like Noire wasn't truly scolding us....she was just hiding something. I guess she can't act soft and let us take advantage of her kindness. Suddenly we saw some sort of big crab monster!....(Azure) "Okay this is the plan Frixelliya you break through it's defences with a bomb, then Noire and Nina you two bat away it's claws. I will finish it with an arrow!" We all nodded and performed our roles, I wrote a letter to my brother yesterday telling him about my friends....I can't believe we took down such a strong monster like that! I felt proud of our teamwork. (Nina) "Frixi I will take one of it's claws for you" she cut it off...It was a little scary but I guess it's what she has learned to do since taking on quests. (Noire) "Huh?" Noire turned her head and then suddenly (Gryphon) "Gragh" some creature attacked both Nina and Azure! (Masked Man) "How dare you take the life of an innocent creature, may the corpses of these creatures haunt you".

I was panicking....I had no idea where that Gryphon was, plus even if it didn't catch us off guard it probably could easily over power us. (Noire) "Frixi use another bomb, it should be able to catch the monster in it's blast area. (Frixi) "Okay Noire" I then threw the bomb then....(Masked Man) "Canceling Light" n...no way he threw a weapon at my bomb and it's explosion didn't occur! Then suddenly I heard it fly back over to him, (Gryphon) "GRAAAAAAGH" both me and Noire dodged the attack! It was weird....the monster was not constantly attacking us, (Frixi) "If you were a foe you would have easily defeated us by now so may I ask what you want?". (Masked Man) "For you to respect the lives of the monsters you kill, they may be vicious creatures now but before the days of dark energy they were innocent animals". (Noire) "I am sorry we killed the crab....no all of the monsters here! We must learn to value life more" Noire sounded very sincere, I apologized too. (Frixi) "From now on I will consider the spirit of each defeated monster to be apart of my alchemy!".

I heard his weapon spinning at us so Noire guarded me....suddenly a bag dropped! (Masked Man) "Give these potions to your friends they should help heal their wounds, I hope we do not have to fight again!". Suddenly the Gryphon flew off and the man disappeared, we then tended too Nina and Azure! (Nina) "Noire...Frixi thank you..I hate to think this could of been our end". (Frixi) "I am glad you are okay Nina, I...I" (Noire) "Remember this experience and never let it come down to the wire like this again and that includes you Azure! I have heard about how reckless you are!" (Azure) "Yeah...I never thought I would need to be saved like this!" We told Nina and Azure about the guy's message, at first they thought it was ridiculous. But we eventually convinced them to change their minds....after all whatever caused the dark magic to transform creatures into monsters is to blame for the hardships! We only explored a little bit more and found few treasures, both me and Nina gave all of our share to Noire. She was right before we should be focusing on our dreams so the sooner we pay off the shop the better.

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Robcina Week 04/14/19 Family

"Bonds of Strength and the Love that binds them"

“ARCFIRE!!” Robin shouted as his tome’s pages flipped quickly, *FWOOSH* a fireball flew through the air hitting the risen in front of him. “Hiyahh!” Lucina shouted while slashing at the risen with her blade slicing it in half. “GYARG!!” The risen howled in pain as both halves of its body turning to ash immediately as it landed on the floor. “Nice work.” Robin complimented his wife as the two of them walked further through the battle zone, “Heh.” She smiled as she followed him, “So what’s next?” She asked him. He looked around surveying the battle at hand, “Hmm… It doesn’t look like anyone needs any help, but it's probably best if we don’t stray too far from the rest of the group.” He explained as he looked at the book in his hand. Lucina couldn’t help but look over to her father and mother, the two of them fighting side by side, she knew better than to worry about his well being all the time. He was capable of protecting and taking care of himself after all, she knew this… But no matter what, everytime they end up fighting her eyes wander to him and her mother.

“Cina…” Robin’s voice spoke up from right next to her, “Lucina…?” Robin’s voice sounded worried as he looked at her. “Huh?” She questioned for a second as she came back to her senses. Robin sighed as she flushed, “I-I did it again… Didn’t I?” She asked him worryingly, Robin chuckled. “Yeah, but don’t worry about it. I must have been doing something wrong if I couldn’t hold your attention.” He joked as her face reddened. “N-Now now Robin, you know that would never happen.” She stammered a bit as she pushed a few bangs off of her face. Robin smiled grew wider as he looked at the embarrassed expression on his wife’s face, “Heh, just don’t go looking at any other guys besides me.” He joked as Lucina pouted. “You know I would never do that.” She said without any hesitation in her voice, and any traces of her prior embarrassment seemingly vanished in an instant. *Smooch* Robin acted swiftly landing the killing blow as he gave her a quick kiss. *Flush* her face became so red, to Robin she looked like a fresh picked strawberry. “W-What did you do that for! I thought we agreed not to do that during a battle..!” She quickly looked around making sure no one saw.

“Well, in my defence you’re insanely adorable when you pout like that.” He said with a smile, “But I will admit that now probably wasn’t the apt time to do that.” He sighed while scratching his cheek bone. “I do not pout…” Lucina mumbled under her breath while Robin chuckled. “Any way, I’m going to try and rework my strategy for this battle since it seems as if they anticipated our movements. Lucina, I want you to keep guard while I work. It shouldn’t take me too long, to work something out.” He asked her while flipping through his book and looking at his drawn out mini map of the battlefield.

“Alright.” She nodded in response, she looked around the battlefield once more. And again like clockwork, her eyes landed squarely on her father and mother as the two of them took on a pair of large risen. The two of them battled in such unison it was almost as if the two of them were dancing, which she found a bit funny since it was well known amongst The Shepherds that he had two left feet. It was mesmerizing the way the two of them fought, secretly she hoped that one day her and Robin would be able to fight the same way they do.

“GAAH!!” Robin howled in pain knocking Lucina out of her trance, she quickly turned to see a large sword protruding out of Robin’s stomach, and the risen that held the weapon that landed the blow. “YAAAH!!!” Lucina lunged at the risen, *SLASH SLASH SLASH SLASH!!!* She swung her blade faster than the eye could see, faster than the risen could react. Within an instant the risen was sliced to ribbons, *Huff huff* She regained her breath as she turned to Robin who laid on the ground. His eyes were half open as he held the open wound, *Guck* he coughed up blood as even more pooled around him. Lucina tossed her sword to the ground as she landed next to him in a hurry. “No, no, NO! Not again!!” She shouted as he fumbled through her pockets in search of any healing items.

“Heh… Heh…” Robin chuckled a bit as he looked at her, “You’re really cute when you’re like that.” He smiled at her. “Robin! I-I’m so sorry! I should have been paying more attention. I-” She held back tears as she looked around. Through the chaos of the moment she was able to see the ponytails of her aunt off in the distance. “AUNT LISSA!!!!” She shouted at the top of her lungs getting her attention. Lissa saw the look in her niece’s eyes and knew it was something serious, and within a moment she hurried over to the two of them.

“I… I don’t blame you... “ Robin muttered as more blood left his body, his face was seemingly growing noticably paler by the second.”*Huff Huff Huff* What seems to be the- OH MY GODS!!” Lissa shouted in horror as she quickly grabbed her staff and began to heal Robin the the best of her abilities

. ~A Few Hours Later After the Battle~

“GYAH!! *POW POW POW POW*” Lucina was striking a training dummy with as much force as possible, *POW POW POW POW POW POW POW POW POW* Each hit seemingly getting stronger than the last until, *KLANG!!* The falchion flew out of her hand after slamming into the dummy hard enough to break the wooden rod holding it up. *Huff huff huff* “GRAGH!!” Seemingly without care she went back to striking the dummy, or at least what remained of it on the ground, with nothing but her fist. Each hit hurt like hell since this was a dummy made of wood, canvas, and whatever worn out armor they had lying around.

But to Lucinca this was nothing, she felt the pain… But she didn’t care, even as her own blood flew through the air with each punch. “HIYAAAH!!!” She sent her final punch flying, “Guh!” Her body jerked forwards a bit as someone caught her punch. *Huff huff huff* She looked at the ground in anger and frustration as tears fell down her face landing on the metal plates with a light pitter patter. “Lucina…” A worried voice said softly next to her, Lucina slowly turned to look at the large figure standing right next to her. “Are you going to be alright..?” Chrom asked his daughter, a clear look of concern in his eyes.

Lucina looked at him for a moment before looking down at the ground in defeat. Chrom smiled in sympathy as he helped her get up, “I know its hard right now… Its hard on all of us, but I know you probably hurt the most…” He said giving his daughter a hug. She hesitated for a moment before giving into the embrace and sobbing, he stroked her hair a bit as she cried. “Let it all out… Right now I’m here for you.” He smiled as she cried. “I… I failed him…” She sobbed, “He entrusted me with his life… He… I…” She couldn’t help but cry over what had happened. Chrom sighed and closed his eyes as he patted her back, “Lucina… I know he doesn’t blame you… You know that too...So please stop blaming yourself…” He tried to reason with her softly.

*Sniff* Lucina wiped away her tears as she stared at her father, “Blaming yourself won’t do anything for him now. Right now you need to be strong… If not for yourself… Then please do it for Morgan.” Chrom looked at her solemnly. Lucina’s eyes widened at the mention of her daughter’s name, she hadn’t thought about her at all within the hours after the incident. Within seconds she found a new reason to hate herself, “I’m a horrible mother…” She muttered under her breath. How could she have forgotten her, was she so distraught that any thoughts about others were simply cast aside? How could she have allowed her daughter to be alone during such a horrible time? Why was she being so selfish right now? A million of thoughts like these ran through her head and Chrom could see that she was beating herself up inside.

He gave her a big hug, one large and strong enough to knock her back into reality. “I didn’t mention her for you to start attacking yourself again…” He sighed sorrowfully seeing the pain in her eyes. “Lucina, right now your daughter is in the medical tent. She’s been in there for the last few hours helping Lissa and Maribelle tend to Robin. Right now she needs someone, she needs you. She needs you to be strong for her, for you… I need you to be strong, for me and her…” His voice cracked a bit as a few tears rolled down his face, right now Robin was undergoing medical procedures since the attack and no one knew what would happen next. His life was on the line, and it looked as if he might die any second if they weren’t careful.

Lucina may have been hit hard by this, but she was not alone. All of the Shepherds were like one big family. And Robin was no exception, to Lucina he was a husband, to Morgan he was a Father, to Chrom he was a best friend and son in law. Everyone had different connections to him, but no matter the connection it was all the same, everyone cared and worried about him. To everyone it was the same as losing a loved one, many took this in different ways. But everyone knew that they needed to be strong right now, because if they acted defeated not only would moral be low… But then they would have already accepted his death. And no one was willing to accept that, they were all fighting a war together. A war lead by Chrom and Robin, and a vision that Robin helped all of them see. And they were damn well going to fight for that vision, and fight for that future, their future, his future.

A future with everyone left standing. A future where everyone could live in peace, and that future just wouldn’t be the same without Robin. Lucina understood this, she loved the man after all, and may the gods be damned if she ever allowed him to die. She took a deep breath and strengthened her resolve once more, “You’re right! I-I’m sorry father.” She apologised to him. Chrom smiled at her wiping away the few tear drops that welled in his eyes.

“You’re strong Lucina. Now go and put that strength to use, Morgan could use that strength right now more than ever.” Chrom told her. Lucina nodded and headed off to the medical tent. Chrom looked down at the dummy after she left his sight. “...” He looked at the remains of it, and the blood that plastered the battered and broken armor. “Yeah… That girl of ours really is something huh…” He said turning to his wife. “Hah hah hah… I never knew you were such a softy.” She chuckled while walking over to Chrom. “Hey, I can be soft… Besides, right now she needed a shoulder to cry on. Like I told her, in times like these you need someone strong, and you need to be strong.” He said with resolve. “Strong huh? I remember a certain someone was acting anything but strong when Emmeryn died… Oh wait, that was supposed to be between just the two of us wasn’t it? My bad.” She chuckled while Chrom gained the same shade of red that Lucina had just earlier today. “Like father like daughter, huh?” She chuckled remembering the face she managed to catch a glimpse of during the battle earlier today.

“W-What do you mean by that?” Chrom stuttered a bit in embarrassment at her last remark. “Nothing.” She said all the while feigning ignorance since her husband seemingly didn’t notice the quick peck that Robin gave Lucina. She chuckled as she walked off, “Hey! Where are you going?” Chrom questioned her while catching up to her.

~At the Medical Tent~

*Huff huff huff* Lucina ran as fast as she could to be by her daughter’s side, “Mom?!” Morgan shouted in surprise, “What are you doing here? I thought you were… Er… Training?” She quickly came up with a word to call whatever it was that she saw Lucina doing to that poor dummy. “How’s Robin?” Lucina quickly asked Morgan who was still stunned by her sudden appearance. “Oh! Right, dad… Well great aunt Lissa and Maribelle just barely finished up with what they were doing and left a little bit ago to go grab some more supplies. But they told me that Dad should be fine, he was severely injured… But thanks to how quick they were able to work on him, he should make a full recovery within a few days. They told me to just let him rest for a bit, but he should be awake soon.” She explained the situation as best she could.

Lucina took notice of how puffy her eyes were, and could easily tell that she had been crying for some time. “How about you and I go for a bit of a stroll? You could use a bit of rest, and we could go and grab a small bite to eat from the mess hall. What do you say?” She asked her daughter who was about to answer but, *Growl* It appeared as if her stomach answered for her. “Sure. Heh heh…” She chuckled and smiled for the first time in a few hours at that response. “Dad would want us to relax wouldn’t he?” She questioned laughing a bit, “Besides, we could both use a bit of touching up. I’m sure you don’t want dad to wake up and see you all bloodied…” She motioned to Lucina’s sweat and blood covered body.

Lucina blushed a bit as she looked at her blood covered hand, “You make a good point dear…” She wiped a bit of dirt off of her face and smiled at her daughter. “Where do you want to go first?” She asked her, “Well, thinking tactically… We should probably go and clean ourselves first.” She said while rubbing her chin, Lucina started walking back to the center of camp with Morgan in tow. The two of them laughing along the way at a few jokes trying to lighten up the mood, a few Shepherds saw them walking and smiled seeing that they are managing through such a tough time pretty well all things considered.

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Stocking half-full...

I struggled with the Wintersend cheer this year, guys. I hope you enjoy the bit I managed to cobble together.

YOU’RE A MEAN ONE, CARVER HAWKE

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 “Let me get this straight,” Anders said slowly, desperately hoping that this would all turn into some strange Fade nightmare by the end of his sentence. “You want me to seduce your little brother.”

 It was ridiculous. It was impossible. It was— It was— It was—

 Just—

 Gragh.

 Hawke wrinkled her nose, wrapping her hands around a steaming cup of mulled wine. The Hanged Man was festooned with dubious winter spirits, firelight playing gold across her scarred face. “Well, you don’t have to put it like that,” she said.

 He jolted to his feet, rickety old chair clattering against stone. None of the other (incredibly sauced) patrons paid him any mind. “You put it like that!” he protested, a touch louder than he’d meant. “That is literally what you just said to me.”

 Hawke squinted up at him. “Mmm, I dunno,” she said. “Doesn’t sound much like me.”

 He was going to kill this woman. He was going to erupt into blue fire and eat her face clean off. “You literally just sat down and said to me: Anders, we need you to snog some spirit into my tit of a brother. Those were your words, Hawke.” Her deeply, deeply disturbing words, and, shit, now he had snogging Carver’s tits on the brain.

 (And Maker, but that sourpuss had a magnificent chest on him. And shoulders. And arse and thighs and calves and, yes, fine, just about everything. Except mouth. He had an infuriating mouth, but there were things Anders could do to counteract that and stop stop stop.)

 He fisted his hands in his messy blond hair.

 Hawke leaned back as if supremely disinterested in Anders’ most recent decent into madness, glancing toward Varric; he shrugged. “Blondie’s got a point,” he said. “Those were your words, Hawke.”

 “Huh. Maybe,” she said with a half-shrug, dismissing it all out of hand. “But there’s a world of difference between snog and seduce. More naked arsecheeks in the latter, for instance, and I think we can all agree that what we don’t need this Wintersend is Carver’s literal winter’s end.”

 Varric gave a startled huff of laughter, encouraging her, as always. Anders simply dropped his head into his hands. When had this become his life? Somewhere around the Deep Roads, maybe: Marian Hawke had wrapped herself like a choking vine about him and now he couldn’t seem to escape. Or maybe it was the first Wintersend they’d spent together—one much like this, gathered cozily around a fire, drinking spiced wine and pulling each others’ (extremely platonic) pigtails as they watched the fire licking up toward a blackened chimney.

 It was beautiful, in a way: this sense of family. This feeling of belonging, no matter how madcap the crew. Isabela would come rolling in later with sprigs of mistletoe perched atop a hat she’d stolen from some poor sod; Merrill’d giggle and try to borrow a spring or two for her staff; Aveline’d manage to be polite when Hawke gave out her truly Maker-awful gifts; and Fenris…

 Anders kicked his chair back upright and slumped into it, trying not to scowl. If there was another member of their little tribe who was more of a Grinch than Carver, it’d be Fenris, no question. Better not think of that now.

 “Okay,” he said, interrupting Hawke and Varric’s easy banter about bare arsecheeks and frostbitten bits, “let’s start from the beginning. Why do you want me to seduce—er, snog—your brother?”

 Hawke’s blue eyes gleamed as she immediately turned back to him, resting her elbows on the old scarred table. She leaned forward, chin perched on her hands, watching him. “Well,” she said, “Carver hates Wintersend.”

 “…all right?” Anders said slowly. That had always been obvious enough, from the very first time Carver had stalked through the room all those years ago, angrily shaking tinsel from his hair and snarling, I bloody hate bloody Wintersend!

 Not a subtle man, Carver Hawke.

 “Mmm,” she hummed, eyes fixed on him with unnerving focus. “But he didn’t always hate it. In fact, he used to be obnoxiously invested: going out to chop down a tree with Father, haggling like a proper fishwife for feastings with Mother, festooning the whole place in twigs and holly with Bethy. He’d even sometimes make little branch antlers for Trouble, though if you tell him I told you that, it’ll be your head.” She smiled, wide and crooked and just bloodthirsty enough that he figured she meant it. “I have a lot of fond memories of epic snowball fights and bruised merry-making.”

 “…bruised?” he asked, curious—and charmed—despite himself. Hawke didn’t talk about her past much. Neither did Carver. It was too painful, she’d drunkenly admitted to him once, head lolling against his shoulder and voice suspiciously wobbly. Like an armored fist encircling her heart, constantly squeezing. And, Maker, he could only imagine how much worse it was for Carver: younger than Hawke, less experienced, losing his twin, fuck.

 Hawke’s smile widened into a wicked grin. “We were never particularly gentle in those snowball fights,” she said, “and even though it was the merriest time of his year, Carver always had a lot of aggression to work out.”

 Anders snorted. “Right,” he said, snagging his mug and taking a sip. “Good thing Kirkwall’s never going to get much in the way of snow.”

 “I have to drink to that,” Varric said, tipping his drink toward Anders.

 Hawke waved that off. “If I could figure out a way to make it snow for the little bastard, I would,” she said. “If I could make Wintersend cheerful for him at all, I would. He’s had… We’ve all had… Just. A real fucking year, you know?”

 Anders felt something suspiciously like a fist squeezing his own heart, even as Varric dropped a hand to Hawke’s thigh, rubbing gently where they both figured Anders wouldn’t see. He gave them the comfort of feigning ignorance, looking away to catch Norrah’s eye and lifting his mug to signal for a refill. There was no telling how long Hawke and Varric were going to insist on pretending there was no Hawke-and-Varric, but, well, might as well play along.

 “So somewhere in that brain of yours,” Anders said, still keeping his gaze fixed on the bar, “you decided that instead of decking the halls this year, Carver needed someone to—”

 “Snog his face off,” Hawke finished, sounding far more like her usual self. “Except not just anyone, of course. Only you.”

 That was startling enough to have Anders turning back to face the two, brows shot up. “What do you mean by that?” he demanded. Bad enough that his head was full of its own winter flurry of frankly obscene images: grabbing Carver by the collar, pushing him back, following him down…rough stone against the palms he slapped against either side of those broad shoulders…constant bitching muffled by his mouth, his tongue, and heat heat heat exploding everywhere in a wave as Carver shoved back against him, just as bloody hungry for this most unlikely of—ahem—coming-together.

 He blamed Isabella for putting the thought in his head in the first place. He blamed Hawke herself for egging him on.

 Hawke, who was watching him with bright, canny eyes. “Carver’s got a bit of a crush,” she said, then waved off his sputtered protests. “Oh, don’t worry: he’s prone to crushes, and he never does anything about them. Besides, him and you? Probably wouldn’t last an hour past the initial tangle, but it would get him something new to focus on instead of, well. Everything else.” She gestured about the festively lit bar as if that held some kind of answer. Maybe it did. Maybe it echoed in all of their faces, Kirkwall leaving its mark.

 “I don’t know, Hawke,” Anders began slowly. This sounded like a terrible idea in the making.

 “You don’t have to worry about making him happy forever,” Hawke pressed, leaning against her folded arms and watching him with a focus that had his stomach swooping in response. “You don’t even have to snog the little bastard if you don’t want to. But Anders, please—I don’t know how to make him happy anymore. I don’t know if I even can.” There was so much raw emotion so suddenly visible on her face that Anders could feel it pushing back against him—gravity in the tight line of her body, the unhappy crook of her mouth. “I’m afraid for him,” Hawke said, all jokes stripped aside for one naked moment. “I’m afraid I’m going to lose him, too.”

 Maker.

 The roaring fire and the drinking songs and the festive lights strung up around the dingey old bar all felt miles away now. It was just the three of them caught in this bell jar of a moment. Somewhere in the distance, the door banged open and Isabella called out a cheerful greeting, but Anders only had eyes for Hawke.

 “You really think I could do anything?” he asked, hesitating on acceptance. “Hawke, I mean…look at me. I’m hardly… I’m not exactly… I’m no longer…”

 I’m not longer…what? Happy? Whole? Worthy? All true.

 The last good memory he had of Wintersend—before Kirkwall—was at the Circle. And even that left the taste of ashes in his mouth.

 Hawke sighed and slumped back, even as Isabella swung in to join them at the table, mistletoe thread through her dark hair, body twisted around as she called for an ale. “If not you,” Hawke said, that ghost of fear in her eyes, “then Andraste take me, I don’t know who else. Well. Anyway.” And then she forced a smile—forced good cheer—and when she turned to greet Isabella, the usual Hawke was there again, shining bright and sarcastic as ever.

 But Anders had seen through that. Had seen the fragility edging her constant bravado.

 And now…now he couldn’t unsee it. Now he couldn’t help but think Carver, like an echo inside his own head as he glanced back toward the door and wondered what the young Ferelden refugee who’d lost father, mother, twin sister, home…everything…was doing this suddenly bittersweet Wintersend Eve.