#nagargent

[disgracedvessel]

"Julius," Deirdre is quiet as she approaches her son in the med tent. She imagines he will not be too happy to see her but she needs to know that he is alright. Perhaps it is a selfish indulgence but she has always insisted upon overseeing his care, even when he was just a child. "Have you had enough healing? Do you need more blankets or juice? You know I will do whatever I can to help you."

“I’m not a child,” Julius snaps, turning sharply to face Deirdre. Ever since that Valentian knight made it his duty to “reunite” them and prove that his mother was indeed still alive, he had been uneasy around the monastery. The freedom he had previously enjoyed, even with the arrival of Seliph, Julia, and a number of others hailing from Jugdral, had become stale and stifled, and he was forced once more to check the other side of walls before turning corners. Glimpsing just one silvery hair would send him back the way he had come or, more often, down into the darkness of Abyss. His ghosts knew where he lived though, and so he was haunted everywhere he went.

The Battle of the Eagle and Lion was one of the few joys he had managed to retain over the last few years and the fact that his mother had never been much of a fighter had been enough to relax his guard for a little while. Of course peace would not last, and that tenuous security came crashing down around him the moment she caught his name between her lips.

He stares her down warily, shoulders tense, feet planted as if on the cusp of a new battle.

“I’m not your child,” he repeats - corrects - more subdued than the first. “Besides, you should worry about yourself before you worry about me.” His eyes narrow with false scrutiny, then he crosses his arms and turns away. “You look like a wreck.”

[fellincantation]

[WONDER]: unable to comprehend how incredible the receiver is, the sender decides to simply cup their face in their hands and marvel at them instead.

Grima froze as gentle hands were placed upon her face. There was an unmistakable tension in her shoulders as she stood completely still. The hands that touched her felt far too familiar for her liking. The blood that ran through her veins was making Grima want to pull away in disgust.

Instead, she stood silently and allowed Julia to watch her.

"Is there something you need?" Grima asked, smiling to the best of her ability. She felt like every hair on her body was standing on end. Every fiber of her being was shouting at her to pull away.

[sharpscion]

🎄+ 💋 "If I told you the law said you have to kiss me, would you believe me?"

   Scathach is taken unaware when the sleeve of his shirt was softly pulled upon by his party partner. He stops his stride to address her with a questioning look, one she is keen to answer with a single finger pointed towards the ceiling. Instant recognition began to bloom in his mind when the green decoration caught his eye. It was a Christmas party after all, these things were practically staple events. Still, being the naïve man that he was, the thought of them being caught underneath one had never crossed his mind. He blushed in anticipation, understanding that if Julia had stopped him, than surely she too understood the meaning. “Would you look at that... We’re both under the mistletoe.”

   She takes his recognition with a delicate smile, the kind of smile that puts his every worry to rest easily. He nearly misses the joke that sheepishly escapes her lips, but he doesn’t... and he is glad for it. It is his turn to smile now, and to laugh with glee, something he rarely gets the chance to do. In this moment, he can only thank his lucky stars that he had decided to follow after Larcei to this place. One where Julia could smile and crack wise, and one where he could be by her side to laugh and enjoy life with her. 

   “I think if I got to kiss you, then I probably wouldn’t think about it too hard.” With that piece being said, Scathach was quick to bend down and take the opportunity that was so graciously given to him. A chaste peck was placed against her lips, and in those few moments... He could finally say he knew what happiness was like. 

[duskofendflame]

[GROUND]: during a moment of intense emotional stress, the sender gently takes the receiver's face in their hands to ground them until they're calmer again.

face cupping (still accepting) :D

Corrin cannot just stand by and watch as the girl shakes, trembling before him upon the ground. Kneeling beside her, he gently takes her face into his hands, craddling it as gently as he craddled Kana when she was a baby.

"... Hey, you're okay. I... I won't let anyone hurt you, alright?" He thinks back to a kid with similar long silver hair, maids who would pass by without sparing Nohr's middle child another glance as they trembling in the corner of a hallway. There was no one who would have offered that child such a tender touch when they were afraid, so as a grown up now, Corrin could not help but to extend a comforting hand to whoever needed.

"You'll be fine... I promise."

[optimismxmagicism]

[CHECK]: after an unexpectedly violent situation, sender frantically rushes to check if the receiver is okay, cupping their face to look closer.

When Ewan and few other mages went up the mountains to gather herbs, the last thing any of them expected was to run into mountain bandits. Thankfully they were able to scare them off without too much trouble, but not before one of the bandits managed to just barely graze Ewan’s cheek with the tip of his sword. The boy retaliated with a bolganone spell, finally getting the last remaining bandits to flee.

It wasn’t until the adrenaline wore off that he registered a stinging sensation as well as the feeling of a small trickle of blood running down his cheek. Before he could do anything himself though, he felt a pair of warm, gentle hands cupping his cheeks.

He recognized these hands belonging to one of the mages in the group: Julia, a kind girl from the class next door. He noticed the concerned expression on her face, no doubt from the small injury he received.

“Don’t worry, I’m a-okay! This is just a small scratch, it’ll heal just fine!” He said with a toothy, cheerful smile, hoping to put her mind at ease. Last thing he wanted was her worrying over him, though it was a little comforting, feeling her warm hands on his cheeks. It reminded him of his big sister, just a little bit.

[nagaficat]

"Mother? Hello, I hope you're well," Julia approaches tentatively, almost hesitantly. She tries to smile, as if everything is perfectly lovely and fine. "Happy birthday, I pray everyday for your continued health and happiness."

She hands over a pile of children's books, a variety of her favourites available at the local market. Each has a pressed flower bookmark placed between it's pages.

"I thought you might appreciate a gift for Juliette. I'm sure she'd love for you to read these with her."

"Julia!" Deirdre sets her hands on her daughter's shoulders and kisses her cheek softly. "I am well now that I have seen you! Perhaps you might join your father and I for lunch? It has been quite some time since we have all been together..."

Her eyes land on the pile of books. Titles she recognizes fondly from Julia's childhood. Stories the four of them would sit and read together in Belhalla's well stocked library. It had been quite important to her that an extensive children's section be installed. With how much herself and Lord Arvis have always loved reading, she hoped to pass that joy onto her children.

From Julia's gift, she can see she has succeeded.

"You were so young but you still remember these..." Deirdre clutches the bundle of books to her chest and tries to hold back her tears. Things had been so much simpler then. "I would like it if you might read to her with me. It has been so long since I've listened to you read and, back then, you were still only learning. Thank you, my darling Julia, this truly is a wonderful gift."

[aegisshielded]

[ scar ] sender sees one of receiver's scars for the first time and gently kisses it

Different Kinds of Kisses Ask Meme - {Still Accepting}

He should have never let her get close enough to see the scars, let alone press her lips softly to the marred bit of flesh. As soon as she places the gentle kiss on the scar on his hand, his body goes stock-still and he stares at her with wide, amber eyes, words lost in his throat as his mind seizes to silence.

After a few short moments, though, his mind catches up to the situation and he snatches his hand back quickly, clutching it to his chest defensively as a rosy hue begins to paint his skin from the neck up to his ears.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" He manages to say, though the words feel like they are scratching their way out of his throat. "D-Don't just kiss people's hands like that!"

Julia never ceases to amaze Felix with her oddity.

[adalrikr]

(o・・o)/

what does erk think of you :3

Same as Katarina, being a mage is already an instant approval rating rise.

She was also nice to him, and knew about his book (+ had read it.) so that's another plus.

And she's friendly. He would also enjoy just sitting and reading with her :) Black Eagles mini book club yippee.

[rafent]

"Release me at once and no sooner. Otherwise, I will conjure up a thousand ways to kill you and feed to your loved ones what remains!"

Spitting. Snarling. Lashing out at every living creature that veered within reach of the bars. Containing the mighty Fell Dragon in a cage was no different than tethering a venomous viper to captivity. That proved to be the case for the first hour. Rafal stood adamantly at the ready until eventually his backside met with the ground and he simply sat in the more meaningful conservation of energy. A far cry from his original defiance that could scarcely be blamed.

So secure was the cage in question that shackles hadn’t even compounded the experience. A sore flush to his palms proved the futility of defying it - steel and cord, reinforced by even more steel and even more cord. Without his Fellstone in hand not even the wildest dreams of escape could be entertained. Now, this. One stretched to three - several hours' worth of listless inaction. The desert sun, no matter how illusory in theory, bled through the roofless prison in countless scorching rays.

When he voiced his desire for penance he might have indulged this memory as a well-deserved fraction of it. Remaining attentive through thirst, heat, and boredom, in that state he waited and waited. And waited.  .  .until at last there appeared a chink. A ripple in the stiff and unyielding fabric that composed the once stagnant Sreng encampment. Weapons ripped from racks and walls, harried steps mobilized across the stomped dunes, and shouts rung in fraught quality through the chain of command. All told; the bells and whistles of a battle soon to be born.

“About time. That must be the others,” he voiced to himself in observation, chest buoying with a secret relief as he rose. Beside him, the Sreng Lancer in his attendance cocked his head on a mystified tilt, bewildered by the words bespoken by the thus-far silent prisoner. Rafal sobered at the movement. “—mind your business."

And he did. Another round of commotion summoned that guard to join his efforts with the others. Left newly alone, unattended, and with no question toward the breakout presently set in motion, the incarcerated dragon fixated on causing his own stir with fingers waving in the air. “Here I am you fools! If you require a substantial addition to your strength, I trust that you will know what to do."

Get. Him. Out.

@venalier @nagargent @viridescent-lance @foreversnightmare

◜  ₊  —  𝓡  ˚  ₊ 𝐍𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒; team 15, bronze round.

[bxldrsdraumar]

🍬Whilst she knows him to be a kind man, Julia finds approaching him makes her nervous. He has every right to despise her very existence. Yet her stepfather (it was strange to think of him as such but not altogether unpleasant) had shown her nothing but grace and cordiality. She seeks to return the favour.

"Trick or treat, Sir Sigurd! I choose treat!" Despite her nerves, Julia smiles from ear to ear as she digs around her cloth, kitten shaped back for a handful of sweets. Chewy ones, boiled ones, fruity and creamy - all delicious but which would he prefer. She offers him a mixed handful, hoping he'd find at least something to his tastes. "Here, take them all. Oh wait, would you prefer chocolate? I think I have a couple of bars--"

She remains every anxious in his presence, the gentle fluttering of a breeze to his face and the cool sting of ice against his heart. It is not something that she controls to look so much like her mother, anymore than it is something Seliph controls, but it is something that Sigurd must notice every time he lays eyes on her.

Still, he welcomes her with open arms, and before he can present treats for her to take, she turns the tables on him, and begins to dig out sweets of her own, offerings to give to him.

"Oh! Julia, this is..." He hasn't the heart to tell her that he doesn't care for sweets, and so he takes a moment of careful consideration to peruse what she is offering before plucking a small wrapped piece - taffy perhaps? something soft and pulled - and tucking it into his palm.

He pops it into his mouth, and the smile on his face doesn't stutter, despite the impulse to cringe away from the wash of sugar in his mouth. Sigurd chews the taffy, swallows, and presses a gentle hand to her shoulder.

"That was lovely Julia, thank you very much. If you'd like, a trade! Please, select anything you like."

After a moment's hesitation, he adds, "What is mine is yours."

[venalier]

this time, the professor's acerbity doesn't sting so much. maybe it's because she knows she's been successful; but really, she thinks it's because she's just as curious about the sword too. well, about that — she wants to say. but this isn't the time for conversations about strange dreams and even stranger weapons, not to mention where the weapon itself came from.

"right!"

the way his push rings out galvanizes her into attack, in spite or because of its content. that's right; she'll finish this no matter what it takes. real battle or illusory arena, that's the honor of a spear of heaven.

CAELDORI crits ALLIGATORID HUSK with SWORD OF THE SINEATER ( 11 ). ALLIGATORID HUSK 2/50. ALLIGATORID HUSK barely hits CAELDORI with DEATH. ( RESONANCE activates! ) ( 15 ) CAELDORI is protected by LIGHT RUNE! ALLIGATORID HUSK 1/50.

she thinks of it as a massive, monstrous faceless. it's not so different. "eat dust, ugly beast!!" its attention is on her, but its size keeps it from moving out of the way nonetheless; magenta flashes in the low light, piercing through plated hide to seek out decay beneath. with a fierce burn of effort through her arms, she tears a long laceration down its bared throat with a shout, its titanic defenses powerless against the ferocity of the sineater's hunger.

if it wasn't helping her right now, caeldori too would be more than a little afraid of it.

hulking weight rips away, and a seismic vibration of magic and wet sludge unseats her footing; with a gasp, she lands hard on back and elbows, barely registering the golden flicker of julia's barrier saving her life again. ( a grim, triumphant smile at that. strike with impunity, she'd heard said. with this shield, she could completely abandon the instinct of self-preservation, and become . . . something? a monster herself. it's kind of — exhilarating. ) still, she grips the sword fiercely with both hands, and pushes up in a downward swing with all she has and a scream of a war cry as the behemoth's body descends like a collapsing tower atop her.

CAELDORI crits ALLIGATORID HUSK with SWORD OF THE SINEATER ( 6 ). ALLIGATORID HUSK 0/50. ALLIGATORID HUSK is defeated! CAELDORI takes damage from TOXIC POISON. CAELDORI 7/10.

in a fine, seam-thin line, the reptile's underbelly opens from throat to ribs, bisected in an outpouring of black density. its form gives way, dissolving heavily to thick sludge that collapses over and around caeldori to join the formless, shifting ground below.

. . .

and a moment later, a shock of disheveled vermilion breaks the roiling mass, wing-tipped headband knocked thoroughly askew.

"ugh." with some struggle, she pulls the rest of herself free and regards everyone else wearily.

" . . . well, i'm . . . pretty sure i still have all my arms and legs."

　

　　　　　₊　you, me, and our trusty friend the light rune　┃┃┃　end.

you, me and our trusty friend the light rune (team 15 silver round)

[ulircursed]

december activity check + thread tracker under tag!

status - passed total points - 63 → 65

skill point allocation: monthly: faith (D → D+) thread: oopsie woopsie we made a fucky wucky / dropped (1662 words) / bow (S ⅓ → S ⅔)

Also, sorry for the pings!! but in the interest of housekeeping in the new year, here's my current ongoing thread list! Links lead to the final post of the exchange so far. Please let me know if I've missed anyone!

hell / @ladyleonster / waiting on partner crush you like bug / @luminousrider / waiting on partner oofa doofa / @nagaficat / waiting on partner the sun and moon like a shuttle / @venalier / waiting on me get off your high horse / @divinecrest / waiting on me giving love a bad name / @lockpicnic / waiting on partner if music be the food of love / @semperiuvare / waiting on partner for all you've done / @venticatenae / waiting on partner as the world caves in / @nagargent / waiting on partner ashes to ashes / @pryings / waiting on me none pizza with left venison / @arcaeda / waiting on me a [summer night in fódlan] carol / @peerlessscowl / waiting on me

[valflaame]

OCTOBER 2023:

total skill points: 8 -> 13

activity check +1: Reason B+ -> B+ (1/2)

reason +1 (with Reyson), reason +1 (with Flayn), any +1 (with Beowolf), flying +1 (with Deirdre) - claimed points (4 points).

classes mastered: Mage

new classes accessed: Recruit

rank rewards: Fiendish Blow (Mage Mastery), Meteor (B rank in Reason), Dexterity+ (D rank in Flying)

current class: Dark Mage

current threads in progress:

my owed responses / what i have in my drafts:

hey... I don't think that's your wife btw - @nagieux no no the scientist is arvis. you're thinking of arvis' monster. - @bxldrsdraumar & @nagaficat diet dr nasty - @bxldrsdraumar & @nagaficat response to Azelle's answered ask - @fjalarspark 'cause a normal human being wouldn't need to pretend to be normal - @nagaficat a call to the pyre - @leonsterslance here be dragons - @fellincantation don't worry about it kitten - @nagaficat arts & crafts, what could go wrong? - @inserviceto the unending past - @disgracedvessel

waiting on partner:

la mia voce tuoner e punirlo io posso - @nagaficat & @ulircursed sorry sir your library card isn't cleared for that - @aurheatum red camellias - @nagaficat if we catch one of my wife's students cheating I swear on my fuckin' yeezys - @pryings remembering what could have been - @nagaficat & @virtuoustyrfing wife struggles - @bxldrsdraumar i'd call it karma but reyson didn't deserve it - @nagaficat & @reprisalet sir. do you know what defense means - @divinecrest called your name 'til the fever broke - @nagaficat & @bxldrsdraumar breath of baleful unease - @venticatenae the only black eagles student i respect fr - @frauleindermorgen wondering if we'll fit into the yesterdays we played out - @nagargent why does the archbishop call u babygirl - @nagaficat two guys, a cool sword, and nothing to do on a saturday afternoon - @indevouement me and the step son are about to get up to some scooby-doo ass shit - @virtuoustyrfing i'll deny your offer for taxpayer funded jugdral trip #2, thanks though! - @indevouement amending for a lack of (others) better judgement - @indevouement catharsis from the dead - @virtuoustyrfing

there is a really good chance that i missed someone / missed a response so please DM me on discord or here if I did!! if you would like to drop a thread please let me know and I will update my tracker accordingly <3 happy november everyone!!!

[duskroine]

tell a friend to tell a friend: SHE’S BACK!! — gold round, team 6

CHOSEN SECOND WATCHES THE MIMIC FALL as would a mortal to its unreliable god.  with disbelief etched into their very being.  they stare as though the mimic will rise once more from the ground, in a disfigured ascension of their features.  the arena ripples around them and they allow their eyes to close as the dream shifts.  tentatively awaiting whatever beasts are on the other side of the dream’s vision.

ophelia! heals +2 health with amaterasu and bond.   (   ophelia hp = 10 / 10   )

beneath their robes, burns caused by magic begin a quick process of healing.  sepia skin flushes with its normal tone and no longer does the after sparks of luce rise from their chest.  the weight of their former light soldiers leaves their shoulders, instead replaced by a physical pressure.  grey eyes open to the sight of a veil, dark and cross-stitched.  ophelia blinks slowly, raising a gloved hand to their face to test the veil’s fabric.  despite its darkness, they can still see through the thin material.  before them stands their companions—   all of them, thankfully.  relief leaves them as a small sigh at the sight of lloyd and julia back to their feet, no matter how exhausted they seem.

it is then, as ophelia walks forward with graceful steps, that they realize the depth of the magic within them.  the ability of warmth, not lightning.  gray eyes gaze down at their gloves, then back up to their companions.  healing is what they bear, the weight and responsibility of keeping those dearest to them alive rather than using their sacrifices as strength.  hands raise towards the team, a wide gesture that causes a glow to lighten their chest.

ophelia! rolls d20: 7! ‘fortify’ heals good, ( 2 base health + 2 white tomefaire ) +4 health.   (   andrei hp = 7 / 10 , julia hp = 9 / 10 , nyna hp = 10 / 10 , lloyd hp = 9 / 10   )

ophelia! heals +4 health with live to serve.   (   ophelia hp = 10 / 10   )

a channel of magic connects each companion to ophelia’s own well of health, filling all until the connection on their side falters.  it is all they can do, but despite the strange feeling, it is enough.   “   dusk will keep you all fighting,   ”   they declare with an odd gentleness,   “   no evil will drag us heroes down when we’re so close to the dream’s finale.   ”   but it is not a promise.  they cannot promise such a thing after seeing their companions and themselves fall victim to such darkness.  it is a hope, a wish, maybe.

the heroine looks upon the enemies, familiar already with the mechanics of its lunges and armor.   “   our weapons of eclipse and honor have struck such beings before with frightening strength.  what is it to deal the same damage once more!   ”   despite the trauma, they find their voice coming back to its dramatical pitch.  that is enough to quell their worries.

@ulircursed , @alunyna , @fangedjustice , and @nagargent !!

[absolvingagony]

Another day at Garreg Mach. Normal, yet Tine was running late to class. She was usually disciplined with herself but something led to her staying up too late the night prior and then here she was barely able to get to her course on top. It was silly, really, when she thought about it, considering that faith was her favorite subject and she was about to miss the beginning. Oh....It was frustrating to think she would not be able to pick her favorite seat and spend extra time talking to the professor.

The door creaks open quietly and Tine slides inside. Class is in session but the mage hardly wants to disrupt. She hates people like that.

Yet, looking around, there is hardly anywhere to sit. The only place seems to be.......there. Right next to Lady Julia's side.

Well, that is awkward.

Tine was aware after entering the academy that Lady Julia was in the same house and class as her but this is.....strange. There's too much distance between them to ever talk and....Well, Lady Julia is a princess! A princess of Grannvale and a leader in Lord Seliph's army. The status difference between them is a gaping chasm that Tine has no interest in crossing. She's sure that Lady Julia is content where she is.

And yet, she needs somewhere to sit. Tine is not one to miss class. With a frown, she sits next to Julia. Hopefully, she wasn't making the other girl uncomfortable or upset. She knew that a lot of people didn't like her.

Eventually, the class came to a pause. Tine stalls at her seat, wanting to get a chance to ask the professor a question.  Wait, why was Lady Julia still here?

[@nagargent]

playing with paper dolls

[alunyna]

it’s just a phase mom  ─ team 6 steel round

Silence takes the arena before gunfire can continue, light washing over the room in that same blinding way that it had after the bird’s fall. When Nyna’s eyes dare brave the brightness of the room there is no pegasus at her side or hulking metal monster.

Someone coughs.

The white fabric of a healer’s robes flutters around her as she rushes towards the side of their previously fallen ally. Nyna kneels, white magic rushing to her fingertips. He is nowhere near as hurt as he had been -- the arena’s magic having done some of her work already -- but she will not allow him to take on the next battle wounded.

Nyna uses Recover on Lloyd. Roll: 4. +5 HP. (Lloyd 10/10 HP.)

A hand hovers just above his collar, gentle light radiating from it. Wounds knit closed and bruises wipe away as though nothing more than smudges of ink. Only when the light fades does she allow herself a sigh of relief, crystal eyes searching his as though in disbelief.

It is only a dream. Nyna dips her head, rising to stand. Reality is nary so kind. 

“I am glad to see you are alright,” that same hand extends now, an offer to help him back to his feet, “as are the rest of us.”

Finally she lets her attention settle upon the arena’s center. The horror that awaits them is no longer mechanical but flesh -- a man seated atop a gilded lion, larger than life but unmistakably living. 

Gaze flits back to Lloyd. “Be careful. I do not wish to see you fall again.”

@fangedjustice @ulircursed @nagargent @duskroine