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imaginethreehouses · 3 years

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Support Summaries IV - Klara [Silver Snow]

I’m so so happy to write for the Church of Seiros (and specifically for Seteth 🤣)!! Thank you @striatontriogirl for sending this request!

💙 Catherine: Klara despises war and fighting, but Catherine doesn’t see a place for herself in a world without them.

C Support (pre-ts): Catherine was surprised to see Klara join her ranks during a mission and offers to train her to bring out her full potential, but Klara refuses, explaining she only fights out of necessity. Catherine laughs at her, arguing that there’s always going to be a need for fighting.

B Support (post-ts): Catherine admits that she might have been wrong, as it looks like once the war is over Fódlan will know true peace after all. Klara points out that she doesn’t seem to be looking forward to it.

“At the end of the day, I guess you can serve Rhea no matter what comes. But all I’m good for is the fighting. Thanks for the insight. If things are really going to change that much around here, I should probably get working on that.”

💙 Shamir: Shamir is surprised to see Klara doesn’t share her views on nobility.

C Support (pre-ts): While cleaning the stables together, Shamir comments that the task is still better than working with nobles. Klara can’t really agree, as she doesn’t think it’s fair to paint all nobles with the same brush.

B Support (post-ts): Klara asks Shamir if she still thinks all nobles are the same, now that all houses are fighting each other in the name of completely opposite beliefs. Shamir does agree, admitting that the issue has caused her some distress.

“You know what? I actually hate this. Do you ever wonder if we’re working for the right side? I miss the days when that kind of question didn’t cross my mind.”

💙 Hanneman: Klara thinks Hanneman could help her realise her dream, as he is the one to teach the Blue Lion class this year.

C Support (pre-ts): Impressed with the quality of her cleaning work, Hanneman offers Klara a special position as his lab assistant. In exchange, Klara asks to join the Blue Lion class, even if informally, but Hanneman explains it would go against the rules to allow it.

B Support (post-ts): Hanneman expresses regret that he didn’t make an exception for Klara, as she might have now lost her only chance of realising her dream because of him. Klara reassures him that they will restore the officer’s academy once the war is gone, and that she harbors hopes that she will be allowed to attend then.

“Ah, yes, that is certainly a given. After all the aid you have provided the Church of Seiros during its time of need, Seteth would have to be out of his own mind to refuse your request.”

💙 Cyril: Cyril is quick to notice that Klara’s performance lowers whenever Seteth happens to be around.

C Support (pre-ts): Cyril approaches Klara, angry that she took too long to do sweep her half of the second floor hallways. She apologises, explaining that she doesn’t understand what happened. After some thinking, Cyril suggests that they switch positions next time.

B Support (pre-ts): Klara is surprised to see she finished sweeping faster than Cyril this time. Much to her dismay, Cyril explains that Klara always stopped to chat with Seteth whenever he left his office, and that is the reason she took longer to clean.

“Look, I don’t care what you do, as long as the work gets done. But you should probably stick to this half of the hallways for now.”

💙 Alois: Alois wants to help Klara feel included among the Knights of Seiros, but she tries to keep her distance to avoid talking of her past.

C Support (pre-ts): Alois congratulates Klara for her performance in battle, joking that she is on her way to become an honorary knight. Klara is initially amused by the idea, but expresses doubts that she would fit in with the rest.

B Support (pre-ts): Alois goes after Klara when she abruptly leaves a gathering. She explains the knights were talking of their hometowns, and the topic is sensitive to her. Alois reassures her that he will deal with anyone who gives her trouble, and encourages her to rejoin the group.

A Support (post-ts): Klara thanks Alois for taking her under his wing, highlighting how important her budding friendship with the other knights became once she was forced on the battlefield during the war.

“Well, if I'm not glad to hear it! I told you, there’s nothing a few good jokes won’t fix!”

💙 Manuela: Manuela tries to enlist Klara to go meet potential partners with her, but Klara has her eyes set on someone already.

C Support (pre-ts): Manuela compliments Klara on her youthful looks and is surprised to hear she is still single. When offered to go out together in search of a partner, Klara refuses, giving filmsy excuses as to why.

B Support (post-ts): Manuela can’t understand how Klara is still single, which prompts her to admit that she’s been secretly crushing on someone for years. Manuela scolds her for letting time pass without making a move, reminding her that beauty does not last forever.

A Support (post-ts): Manuela apologises to Klara, admitting that she had projected her own insecurities on her. Klara accepts the apology and reassures Manuela that any age is a good age to find love.

“Now, tell me, who is this attractive individual? You wouldn’t have been talking about me all this time, would you? It’s alright, you can confess. I couldn’t blame you if that were the case.”

💙 Flayn: Flayn and Klara have a good relationship, but Klara’s high respect for Seteth can sometimes get in the way of it.

C Support (pre-ts): In the library, Flayn is very frustrated to see that Seteth has confiscated the book she was reading once again. When Klara argues that he might have a good reason, Flayn sarcastically wishes her good luck in trying to pry it from him.

B Support (pre-ts): Feeling bad that she spoke so harshly of her brother, Flayn approaches Klara to make sure that her words did not change her good opinion of him. Klara reassures Flayn that she was right to speak her mind, but Flayn still seems conflicted.

A Support (post-ts): Klara notices that Flayn has not complained about Seteth’s strictness in a very long time. Flayn admits that she is worried for her brother’s mental health, and does not wish to put a strain on the few close friendships that he has.

“I fear what might become of my brother if something were to happen to me. If that ever comes to pass, I must beg you to take care of him, for as long as you are able to.”

💙 Seteth: When Seteth sees his secretive ways are making Klara think he does not care for her, he realises that he must take a risk.

C Support (pre-ts): While discussing the new professor over tea, Klara abruptly excuses herself once Seteth expresses his harsher opinions. Confused, Seteth is left alone to wonder what might have prompted the reaction.

C+ Support (pre-ts): Klara confesses to Seteth that she has not been completely honest about her past, which makes her just as untrustworthy as the new professor. Seteth argues that the situation is different, as they have already known each other for years.

B Support (post-ts): After an incident involving people from Sreng, Klara finally tells Seteth of her origins. Seteth wishes to reciprocate, but can’t, and ends up stumbling over himself as he tries to tell his story without giving specifics.

A Support (post-ts): Seteth tries to apologise to Klara, but she insists that he should not feel pressured to reveal what he’s not ready to reveal, echoing his own words by reassuring him that she knows him well enough to place her trust in him by now.

“It is not my wish to keep you in the dark, but at the moment, I have no choice. However, I promise that as soon as it is possible for me to speak of this matter... you will be the first to know.”

#seteth #flayn #shamir #catherine #alois #cyril #hanneman #manuela #fe3h #church of seiros #silver snow

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bluehairedlordwrites · 4 years

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NIGHTMARE AT GARREG MACH: PART 1

Prompt: After Claude tells a scary story during a heavy storm to the students, Edelgard lectures him on his behavior, leading Claude to challenge her bravery after things take a turn for the worse, once they discover someone to be missing.

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The rain beat down on the cathedral ceilings and walls. All the students were gathered together for safety. Catherine, Cyril, Shamir, and Alois were passing blankets out to as many of the students as they could.

“Attention, students of Garreg Mach Monastery!” Seteth yelled over the chattering students and pounding rain. Everyone went silent and turned to look at him.

“As you all are aware, there is a heavy storm going on right now.”

“Oh really?” a sarcastic voice spouted from the crowd.

Seteth nodded and turned to the voice. “Thank you Claude.” He turned back to the crowd as a whole. “Now, please do not be alarmed. This is simply a blessing from the goddess for our crops.”

Just as he said this, a large flash of lighting and boom of thunder rattled the cathedral. Several students screamed in response.

“Well don’t I just feel blessed?” the same sarcastic voice heckled.

“Thank you Claude.” Seteth repeated, annunciating harder this time to show his frustration. “Anyway, because of the storm, we’re cancelling classes for today and keeping all students in here for tonight. As you may have noticed, blankets are being passed out, but we do not have enough for everyone, so please share with your peers. Also, make sure you always stay in groups in order to assure no one goes missing. Furthermore, if any of you must leave for any reason, please notify one of the faculty first and take someone with you. Bandits thrive off of loud storms like these, and I don’t want any of you in danger.”

“Yeah, bandits are one thing.” Claude heckled again. “But what we REALLY should be scared about... is the ghooooAAAAooosts!”

Lysithea, who sat next to him, planted her fist onto his arm.

“D-don’t say stuff like that!” she demanded. Other students began to mutter in panic after Claudes warning.

“Claude!” Seteth yelled. “Please do not fill the students heads with your fairy tales!”

“Hey, I’m just trying to warn them of all the dangers just like you are!”

“Claude, I-“

“Thats enough.”

A gentle and benevolent voice spoke from behind them.

“Ah... Lady Rhea... my apologies.” Seteth responded with a bow.

“Everyone, please remain calm.” Rheas soothing voice seemed to calm most of the students down. “The storm will not last long. I am going to pray to the goddess for our safety. In the meantime, everyone please remain calm and stay together.”

With that, the archbishop turned around and began her prayer. Seteth and the other officers began to patrol the cathedral to ensure all students were accounted for. On his patrol, Seteth felt a tug at his sleeve. He turned to see who it was.

“Ah, Flayn.” Seteth said, putting on a warm smile for her, despite the headache he was currently enduring. “How can I help you?”

“Um... Brother.” his sister spoke softly, bringing her voice to a whisper. “I... I must use the bathroom.”

“Now?” Seteth responded, followed by a sigh. “The nearest restroom is in the professors wing, and that’s all the way across the bridge.”

“That is no problem. You can take me, can you not?”

“Flayn, I’m very busy. You’re just going to have to hold it until the storm passes.”

“U-until the storm passes?” Flayn responded, perplexed by her brothers answer. “I will surely not make it until then! If you are busy, then I will look for another buddy to go with, like...”

Flayn quickly scanned the people around her, hoping a volunteer would step up. Someone quickly caught her eye.

“Alois!” Flayn exclaimed, grabbing onto the knight as he attempted to pass by.

“Gah!” Alois yelped in shock.

“Alois will escort me to the restroom, won’t you Alois?”

Flayn finished her sentence then looked up at the knight with a bright smile and pleading eyes.

“Um... well...” Alois stuttered, as Flayns eyes grew wider. “I... Yes! I will escort young Flayn to the... restroom? Yes!”

Seteth let out a heavy sigh. He turned to Alois who looked back with a confident yet confused grin.

“You have five minutes. Straight there, straight back. Understood?”

“Yes sir!” Alois responded, patting his fist to his chest.

“Oh thank you so much Brother!” Flayn responded excitedly. “And thank you as well Alois!”

“Not a problem!” Alois responded. “Come along little one!”

The pair walked towards the entrance of the cathedral. Alois put on a helmet to protect himself from the rain, while Flayn seemed completely unfazed by the water pelting her face, hair, and clothes. Seteth watched every step they took until they were out of sight.

“Don’t let me down Alois.”

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The students all huddled together for warmth. Gathered around Claude sat Lysithea, Linhardt, Ashe, and Annette. Lysithea sat looking at her fidgeting hands. She turned to Claude.

“You know, it’s really not nice to make jokes about ghosts Claude.” she lectured.

“Oh I’m afraid I’m not joking around there kiddo.” Claude responded slyly. “There’s definitely been ghosts around here before.”

“Th-thats not true!” she argued. “R-right Linhardt?”

“Hm?” Lindhardt responded lazily, one eye half open. “Well, I suppose there’s no studies against it, but I certainly haven’t heard any for it. Believe me, if I did, I wouldn’t be attending this school.”

“Oh, I have.” Claude replied. “In fact... theres one particular ghost I’ve heard of... that haunts this very monastery.”

“Th-that isn’t true, is it?” Ashe chimed in nervously.

“Oh yeah... gather around everyone, and I’ll tell you the story of...” Claude trailed off, then quickly grabbed a candle and held it under his face for dramatic effect. “The Vengeful Woodcutter!”

Everyone around him widened their eyes at the sound of that name. An evil grin sprawled over Claudes face.

“Many years ago...” he began, his eyes darting between each member of his captive audience. “There was a member of the church who was a renowned woodcutter. He alone was responsible for collecting a majority of the logs for the church. He was beloved by the students, villagers, and faculty alike. But one day... there was... an accident.”

Annette huddled up by Ashe, who was slightly shaking. Lysithea’s eyes were locked onto Claude. Lindhardt, on the other hand, kept his eyes concealed behind his eye lids. Claude continued his story.

“The church was working him hard, day and night, and he was beginning to tire out. He begged them for a day off, but alas, the church needed more wood. So he was sent back out into the woods. He began hacking away, log after log... chop... chop.... and then... CHOP!”

He shouted the last ‘chop’, causing everyone around him to jump up in shock. Annette let out a small squeal, causing Lindhardts eyes to shoot open.

“A sudden burst of pain came seemingly out of nowhere from that last chop. He looked down to see his work, and it was then that he realized... instead of cutting a piece of wood... he instead discovered that he had actually... CUT OFF HIS OWN HAND!”

“NO!” Ashe yelped in fear.

“YES!” Claude shot back. “He let out a scream in pain. He knew he had to get back to the church quick, but his injury slowed him down. And what he forgot to realize... was that there was a Demonic Beast lurking in those very woods... and it smelt blood, not far from it.”

Lindhardt cringed and swallowed at the mention of blood. Lysithea was gripping her legs, holding them close to her chest as she sat curled up in a ball, still locking her gaze on Claude.

“Out of the woods, the beast lunged out and attacked the woodcutter, tearing him apart... limb... from limb...”

“Oh no... thats awful!” Annette sympathized.

“It was. They say he was mauled for what could have been hours. He died in those woods, never to be seen again... however... rumors began to spread that his ghost still remains, and travelled here to Garreg Mach to enact his revenge on those who treated him poorly. He could be lurking these very halls as we speak... in fact...”

Claude paused, his eyes squinted, as the group of students watched him with bated breath, waiting for him to finish his sentence. A slight smile creeped over his face.

“He could even be.... RIGHT BEHIND YOU!!!”

Right as he shouted, he pointed behind the students. Each and every one of their heads spun around at lightning speed, and in front of them was a dark figure, wielding an axe, who let out a brutish yell. Lysithea, Annette, Ashe, and Linhardt all screamed at the top of their lungs, causing several students around them to jump in shock.

Before their screams died down, the figure ripped a blanket off of itself, revealing a laughing pink haired student.

“H-Hilda!” Lysithea yelled.

“Oh wow, that was TOO good Claude!” Hilda said between laughs. Claude stood up and high fived her.

“Excellently pulled off Hilda. I knew I could count on you for the closing act.” Claude said, a mischievous victory grin stretching over his face.

“Very funny you two.”

A stern voice pierced Claudes ear. He turned to look at the source, and his smile faded slightly.

“Oh, hello Edelgard.”

The imperial princess walked up to the group, her arms folded, and a cold stare directed right at the heir to the Alliance. Behind her, as always, Hubert towered over, not exactly helping the scary ambiance that Claude had already set with his sinister gaze.

“Don’t you have anything better to do than further frighten these already scared, helpless students?” she lectured.

Claude rolled his eyes in response. “C’mon Princess, lighten up! There’s nothing wrong with a little harmless fun.”

“Harmless you say? I think Ashe may have wet himself after that story.”

“N-no I didn’t!” Ashe quickly denied. Annette patted him on his shoulder. Claude sighed, as Edelgard continued her lecture.

“There’s nothing funny about what you did. It was immature and childish, certainly not the qualities of a future leader.”

“Ohhh, I see what’s going on here.” Claude responded, his eyes lit up and his smile returned. “You’re just scared aren’t you?”

“Scared? Really? Surely you’re joking.”

“No, I bet that’s what it is. You’re just scared and don’t wanna hear my scary story during this scary storm.”

“Enough! I won’t hear one more word of your ridiculous-“

Before she could finish her sentence, a large flash of lighting, followed immediately with booming thunder roared across the cathedral. Students from all across the floor screamed in fear, as Catherine shouted to try and keep them all from panicking further.

Claude was quick to notice Edelgard twitch when the strike hit. His smile widened, but she retaliated with an even colder stare.

Just then, the cathedral doors were shoved open, then quickly shut right after. Panting and holding the door shut, Alois looked over at the students who’s attention he caught. Most notably, and unfortunately for him, Seteth quickly walked over to the sweating night.

“Alois? What in the goddesses name happened?” he asked sternly.

“O-oh, Seteth! Yes!” Alois began, still trying to catch his breath. “Right! Well, I was escorting Flayn to the restroom, as asked, when suddenly, BOOM! A huge lightning bolt! Normally, this wouldn’t frighten me too much, but right when the flash hit, I saw a figure! I couldn’t tell who it was, so I ran back to tell you about it!”

“And... where is Flayn?”

Alois stared blankly back for a few seconds. Then, he turned his head left, then to the right, then back at Seteth, as he lost all color in his face.

“Uh... well... she was... um...”

Before he could get a thought out, Seteth pointed his finger right in the knights face.

“YOU... are to go BACK OUT THERE. And FIND her. NOW!”

Alois quickly saluted, opened the door back up, and bolted back into the storm. Clearly, the scorn of the over protective brother is scarier than any potential ghost or storm Alois had encountered.

Claude, seeing this as a great opportunity to test his theory, decided to chime in.

“Y’know Seteth, it might be best if we send more people to find her. Say, why don’t me and the princess go looking for her?”

“Wh-what?” Edelgard responded, completely perplexed by the forced volunteering of her services.

“Oh.. well unless of course you’re too scared to go... I get it...”

“I-“

“Enough!” Seteth interrupted. “Please, just... any of you, please go find her! I... I need to go sit down.”

Seteth stumbled off, his head in his hand.

“Claude, you are as annoying as they come.” Edelgard said.

“Oh come now princess, young Flayn needs us!” Claude replied, putting on a faux grandiose voice. “Let us depart at once!”

Edelgard sighed. Knowing she had been backed into a corner, she had no choice but to follow the prankster.

“Lady Edelgard, I shall accompany you.” Hubert chimed in.

“Yes... That would make this much more bearable...”

“Hurry up!” Claude beckoned, while holding the large steel doors open. He looked over at the group he was sitting with earlier. “Hey, any of you coming?”

Every one of them shakes their head in unison. He sighs, as only Edelgard and Hubert walk through the door way. He then closes the door behind him, as the three make their way across the large bridge.

END OF PART 1

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