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avast!
It had been smooth sailing the first week or so, despite the excitement of the angelswordfish. Soon after, Claude’s mysterious egg had hatched into some sort of strange creature, a blue-and-white critter the size of a cat she can only liken to garden slugs. It’s quite hungry, and that fish she caught proves useful in sating its appetite. Sadly, it seems to have imprinted on Claude and no one else, but Leanne is determined to become friendly with it.
Oh, how the winds of fortune can change.
One afternoon, a dark cloud descends upon them--not literally, but a flock of seagulls swarms the ship, and they are aggressive and rude! Leanne tries shooing them, but it does not work. Disgruntled, she transforms; surely the presence of a larger bird will dissuade them, yes?
No.
Somehow, it emboldens them. It almost feels as if they are cackling as they surround her, pecking at her and squawking terrible shrill things at her.
“Get off me!” Leanne cries out, flailing her wings in panic. Herons were not made for combat, but she’s got no choice in the moment. “I’ve got nothing you’d want!”
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a group of giant rays swim past in the current... the direction they came from must be safe! you guys take that route and it is, for a time, smooth sailing.
Not all creatures of the sea are malevolent, at least. Leanne sings thanks to the gentle giants as they glide across their path, wondering what it would feel like to touch one. They seem so smooth.
“Are they friendly?” Leanne inquires, watching them fondly. “I wonder if, in less urgent times, I could say hello.”
Cameron smiles and nods. "Friendly and so cute! Good lil fellas. Fun to surf on. Ah- hang on!"
Leanne barely has time to wonder what surfing on a ray would be like before she’s jostled violently to the side. The ship’s hit something, and she pulls herself to her feet, clinging to the railing.
“Is anything broken?" she calls out to Cameron, bracing for another potential impact. There’s no leak near her, as far as she can see, but she’s only one person, and the sea is ever so fickle. "Do we need to do anything?"
"No time to wonder!" Cameron shouts back as they start to carefully jog away. "You just take care not to get knocked overboard, cutie! I'll go check~! ... Kai-Marik will yell if he needs ya!"
Leanne feels her cheeks flare; she flaps her wings to steady herself, and tries to make herself seem sturdy and strong. Kai-Marik and Cameron are together, right? And yet...hm. That’s something to think about when she’s not worried about the ship sinking.
as if the wreck's mast werent enough, a wayward rock surface tags the ship in the side, rocking everyone to the side. yeowtch!!
That’ll have to be later, it seems! These are rough waters, and it’s all Leanne can do to maintain her footing.
@boundlesshart @vaida
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Transient Light - Team 7 Bronze Round
Team 7: @boundlesshart, @vonochs, @hresvelged
Humans were odd things. Limstella had witnessed their ignorance, willful denial, and stubbornness enough to know that logic and the laws of the world were regarded by them as suggestions in the best of times, and obstacles at their worst. By all that was known of realms, books, and illusions, this “gauntlet” - as the projectionist had described it - should not have been possible, and how the volunteers who had come to do battle with the gossamer effigies spilling from the enchanted books expected to rescue anyone was beyond the established laws of nature. That is, beyond Limstella’s understanding. But battle was what Nergal’s morphs knew, killing infused into their very essence.
Limstella could take orders as well as any human soldier, if not better, and they awaited such commands near the three other students that they had soon learned were to be their comrades-in-arms. One, they recognized to be the house leader of the house they had been placed in; a second one emanated such unusual quintessence that it drew Limstella to her side on instinct. And the third... Limstella hardly noticed.
They had quickly fallen into some semblance of a formation by the time the shimmering figures began to crawl from the pages of the book and enter their self-contained world of illusion. They were not alive though, their forms merely abandoned cicada shells to Limstella’s senses. How uninteresting the task suddenly became, realizing this, but they watched and waited as they had been told to do. One of the figures wielding a sword-like shape in one hand broke from the rest of its party and Limstella saw their chance. They darted out from their own group to intercept the enemy, magic condensing into shards of ice around them. But without quintessence to guide them, the forms of their enemies were but shimmering tricks of the light.
Limstella 10/10HP attacks Recruit C with Blizzard!
Roll: 4, miss! Recruit C 8/8HP
The icicles linger in the air for a moment, suspended as if by Limstella’s outstretched hand. Then with its sharp downward motion, the shards shatter into the floor several feet from the illusory figure. Limstella stares, uncomprehending for a moment, before instinct once more takes over and sends them back into the safety of their own party.
More human trickery, then, for their perception to falter in such a way.
Next: @vonochs
#toaarena2022#event thread : transient light#// sorry limstella does not perceive you monica#vonochs#boundlesshart#hresvelged
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"Mitama!" As soon as they reunite, Claude grabs her hands, holding on tightly. He keeps his voice calm for her sake, but this cursing business really isn't good for his heart. "You know Rhajat's magic, right? Can you tell what she cursed me with? She said that this is supposed to lift the curse," he points at the small necklace now adorning him, "and if I take it off too early, I apparently die? Can you do anything about this?"
"Claude, there you are. Where did you-"
Claude abruptly clasps both her hands in his and the action is jarring enough that the rest of her question is abandoned. What on earth might have happened in the span of her dance with Ophelia to prompt this? The panic in his eyes does not match his tone as he speaks.
"She what!?"
Of all the immature, childish, unbelievable...she had promised to behave! She had promised she would attempt to get on his good side and be nice, even if it was just for the night, not curse him. Mitama had put actual faith in Rhajat that she would mean what she was saying and not just try to do it behind her back! Mitama could not believe-
"Wait, she gave you the remedy? Immediately?" Rhajat never did that. She always let her victims suffer for a bit so they were desperate to agree before she gave them the cure.
Mitama's eyes drop to where he points and she pauses. Just as quickly, the frustration and anger dissipates. "Oh." The necklace that stares back at her is familiar. Of course it is. She had a packet of them from Rhajat that she takes careful care of, and she has seen her friend sneak them into the clothing of their friends in the past a hundred times before.
(She had done something similar once, had she not? To one of their less bright companions...the threat of the curse and everything...)
"Oh by the dawn..." Mitama takes her hands back from Claude to cover her face. The anger is gone, and in its place is left a powerful wave of secondhand embarrassment.
"That," Mitama begins slowly, cracking her fingers so that her voice can slip through. "Is a protection charm. One that has no such properties as what she described. So, knowing my friend, you are not in fact cursed...she just did not want to state plainly that she was giving it as a friendly offering."
One that Mitama...really hoped Claude was not going to be mad about. Date or not, Mitama had no doubts about who she would defend if needed. She peeked up at him nervously through her fingers.
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[ Spell ] "Lorenz, I have a genius idea for the photo. We put up L's for Leicester!" Claude puts up a finger and a thumb in the shape of an 'L' on his forehead, smiling brightly. "Like this!"
“…”
No.
No, there has to be a catch to this one. It is too simple a suggestion to merely just be, never mind the fact Claude looks ridiculous, trying to show Lorenz the suggested gesture. Something about it is off, no doubt, but whether it’s out of malice or simply trying to goad Lorenz into something…
Well, he doubts it would be untoward. There would be a permanent record of the both of them in the act, so it’s likely not something that will get them in trouble later.
No, it would just only serve to make the pair of them look like fools.
“Are you quite sure?” Lorenz believes it’s worth asking, one eyebrow raised. “I was hoping for something a little more dignified for the two of us, if I’m being honest. Proof that we are standing here as equals, ready to work together. When the years start coming, they will not stop, and do you really want this to be the proof of our camaraderie, Claude?”
#❝ＨＭＭ， Ｉ ＤＯＮ＇Ｔ ＲＥＣＡＬＬ ＭＩＳＰＬＡＣＩＮＧ ＡＮＹＴＨＩＮＧ．❞ 【ｉｎｂｏｘ．】#boundlesshart#toaball2022#[ I'm literally screaming rn h e l p ]
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(hope u didnt get this twice lmao)
"Hey, Rhajat..."
Normally Claude would think nothing of approaching an ally about a concern of his, but the threat of real curses and hex getting sent hid way forced him to change his approach. He still doesn't know Rhajat all that well... so he approaches her like a scarier, gloomier Lysithea. "I got you these. Think of it as a peace treaty. Or an offering, if that's what you're into." He gives her an award-winning smile as he hands over a stack of sugar-glazed gingerbread cookies.
"And I'm still wearing that charm you gave me." One thumb hooks under his shirt and pulls out the necklace Rhajat gave him earlier. "But when I asked Mitama about what you cursed me with, she said that you didn't curse me at all, but that you were trying to be friendly."
Claude gives some time to let the news of his realization sit in, sighing as he rubs the back of his head. "So... that's how I'll view your gift. But I have to tell you that there's definitely better ways of befriending people than throwing curses at them, or pretending to in any case. I think it's making your life harder than it needs to be. Think about it. I could have just taken off your charm, thought worse of you, and gotten myself crushed by a boulder somewhere because I didn't have your protection. Then where would we be?
"So... Why don't we start over?" Hesitation, then Claude offers his hand to her. "I think we started off on the wrong foot when we first met. You're a close friend of Mitama's, so it'd be a shame if we couldn't at least be on good terms with each other."
MITAMA IS NOT NEAR CLAUDE when he comes to speak to her. she supposes that it is the reason behind the anxiety in her throat. the reason why she immediately takes a step back for every one claude takes towards her. not of fright or concern — rhajat could have easily struck him down with a spell the moment he entered the classroom — but maybe of confusion. brown eyes stay stuck on the item in his hand, arched brows and a grimace shadowed over her features. the reaction to the cookies is immediate but she realizes the fault of it only after she holds her hands out to take them from him.
she does not like sugar, not does she enjoy cookies. at the very least, it is the idea that counts. mitama would be upset if she immediately turned away an offering, so rhajat nods slowly and awkwardly holds the stack of gingerbread cookies. she does not whisper thanks. ( the smile he gives her is what makes her frown threaten to return. ) claude speaks once again and the mention of the charm pulls rhajat’s gaze up instantly. there is a sigh of relief that slips from her lips at the sight of the necklace. she tempts the instinct of reaching for it to see if any rip has worn into the string. the gem itself doesn’t seem lacking in its aura.
“ oh... ” is her only response. rhajat glances away; at the case in her hand, the desk near her hip, the ground, anywhere that is not claude. “ i... the... ” it is not embarrassing, nor is it disappointing but there is some emotion that flushes her face slightly and pushes a grimace on her lips. silence hangs in the air and rhajat almost takes it as the implication of claude telling her to leave, that the conversation has ended. rejection is a silly little thing, one that she is used to — that is why surprise takes to her expression when claude speaks.
the stack of cookies lie heavy in her hand, desperation to end this discussion setting in the slump of her shoulders. rhajat keeps her gaze aimed at the case in her grip instead of the house leader that insists that friendship can come in easier forms. it would be fruitless to object that she does not want friends; indeed, the small group of friends she has is well enough to last her all of her waking life.
“ then you would have died. ” rhajat interrupts, blunt yet confused at the question. if the charm had been taken off then no, claude would not have died instantly, but whatever pain fate had set him for the night would have reached him. she realizes that her reaction is wrong only moments later.
rhajat bites back another retort when claude holds a hand out. she does not like touching people, or being near people, so she is unsure of what makes her take his hand. her gloves save her half of the distaste of contact, fortunately. ( she can guess that somewhere above, the fates are amused of her struggling. ) finally, after a beat of silence, she says, “ i will have you know that i want to make my life harder. if i can’t bear it, then no one else can. ”
a pause. “ the charm. i need to check its spell soon so now that we are on good terms, i won’t have to steal it from you as you sleep. ” proper response? maybe not, she wouldn’t know. “ and i... do not eat cookies... but thank you, i guess. ” and with that, she pulls her hand back, moving it to continue holding up the stack of treats. she will probably hand them over to a friend if the first one does not go down her throat well.
remembrance brings up a memory and silently, rhajat adds: “ and i suppose now is a good time to apologize for... cursing your classmates. no, i won’t swear to not do it again. this is just so i can stop feeling bad about making mitama upset. ”
#〳◌ ⁀ « covet lost-time » ( INBOX. )#〳✩ « support tba » ( CLAUDE. )#boundlesshart#{{ there was a bit more i wanted to add but i will nawt make this any longer#{{ bestie in law era!! thank you for the cookies claude :)
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let’s take ibuprofen together | team 13 — silver round
the beast falls thanks to pelleas’s might and edain falls in and out of consciousness. claude. she thinks. what about claude? when she wakes next it is to the mighty tremors of the earth beneath her— beneath all of them. a gentle soothing feeling from her shield is interrupted by the intensity of the earth’s quakes.
[ occhain shield activates and heals edain for 1HP, 9/10HP remaining ]
[ primordial serpent rolls to attack with earthquake, 11, 0 damage ]
her stomach rolls as she tries to stay on her feet, looking to her allies fraught with worry. claude was alive! thank the gods. a smaller smile is brought to her face despite their circumstances and soon the tremors stop— but an assault still follows. one that seems so obvious in hindsight.
[ primordial serpent rolls to attack edain with poison spit, 2, miss! ]
a poison liquid shoots out of their enemy’s mouth, edain only just now noticing this time they face a terrifying serpent-like creature. she dodges out of the way with such ease, ducking and letting the poison liquid hit the arena floor instead.
strange, she felt so light on her feet...!
[ edain rolls to counter with luce, 4, 0 damage ]
the priestess rises just as quickly, throwing her hand out— light magic follows but it isn’t something she’s ever seen or used before in her life! orbs of light that all converge together to become one ultimate and bright explosion. this is luce. her mind supplies for her, and then she reaches for the staff at her back.
[ edain rolls to summon shadow puppets, 2, fail ]
she tries to summon her faith through the staff, unsure of what will come out of it— nothing, apparently. a frown tugs at her lips until she feels a gentle healing light again. from pelleas and claude? she thinks with a purse of her lips as she looks back to them.
if only she could heal them as well. “is everyone alright?” she asks with her usual gentle worry.
HI TEAM! @pirrhyc @boundlesshart @maligknightsthorns
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Somewhere, somehow, it happened.
@boundlesshart , @hresvelged
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More Like Guidelines
Far too many things happen in the span of mere seconds.
A sensation of falling, spinning, wind rushing in his ears. The distinct sound of book pages rustling, and then seagulls crying overhead. Leo stands, absently dusting sand off his clothes, when the scene again morphs.
Of all the books to get transported in to, it had to be an island nation, didn’t it? Nohrian squints against the blinding sun, gazing out to the semi-distant cliffs. Movement nearby distracts him; he turns, finding a group of his fellow Academy denizens looking equally disoriented .
A sneer curls his lip before he can hide it. Today is most certainly not his day, but dealing with Hoshido’s prince will have to wait. He recognizes Shigure as well, and one of the House Leaders--Claude, was it?--but the others are unfamiliar.
Someone shouting interrupts his musings. Head tilts as he listens, eyes narrowed.
“The King has ordered a new decree!” the town crier declares. “At long last! Our King has deigned descend from his tower to greet us with a challenge: ‘Find my queen, and never shall you want for anything.’ Ohoho, folks, the race is on!”
People--Leo can discern what the shapes are, now that his eyes have adjusted--who were previously lazing about in shaded doorways immediately jump up, shouting at one another.
Ah.
“We best move out of the way,” he says to his little group. “We stand out far too much.”
> @boundlesshart , @freedomarrow
#event thread: more like guidelines#support: claude#support: leonardo#UnscriptedQueensCompass2022#ohohoho here we go lads
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major drawback » claude & hilda
In collaboration with the kitchen staff, the archery professors have come up with a fun game. Each ring of the target corresponds with a piece of cutlery. Outer ring = Knife, Inner ring = Fork, Bullseye = spoon. Each student gets 3 arrows and whatever they hit is the cutlery they get to eat dinner with that night. Will they get all three or a strange mix or none? Either way the chefs hope they enjoy a hearty meal of soup, pasta with pesto & sausages, chocolate pecan pie and ice cream. [Grants Bow +1]
“That was exhausting,” Hilda complained to her House Leader as they headed towards the Dining Hall. Claude had orchestrated a gruelling training session, refusing to acknowledge her various excuses, and she was ready for a well-deserved meal and a long nap, in that order. “You’re lucky I’m still willing to eat with you after what you just put us through. I hope dinner tonight is at least—”
She stopped abruptly as they arrived, noticing that the chaotic din of the hall was far beyond its usual levels of commotion today.
“Huh?”
By the main entrance, the front tables had been cleared to make way for a row of targets. As she stood there, momentarily bewildered by this development, a group of students approached an available target. One by one, they drew back their bowstrings and unleashed each of their three missiles. Even more confusingly, one was lamenting at what she’d supposed would be a good score: three bullseyes.
Finally, she noticed the two details that allowed her to put two and two together: the kitchen staff, taking stock of scoring and handing out cutlery accordingly, and the text printed around the circumference of each ring, boasting the utensils they rewarded you with.
Hilda stomped her foot in an – at worst, childish, and at best, endearing – expression of frustration. “They’re putting work into mealtimes now?!”
With a desperate look at Claude and a bat of her eyelashes, she pleaded, “You’ll shoot my arrows for me, right?”
@boundlesshart
#t:major drawback#s:claude#sp:bow#look what youve done#this bitch boutta be eating soup with a knife
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Claude spares a moment to feel sorry for Salem. Just a moment.
"Salem," Claude whispers, straining to convey the seriousness of this question while still keeping his voice down. They're in the middle of class and he doesn't want anyone else to hear, especially their professor. "Have you ever... been in love with someone? Confessed your love to them, or them to you?"
Salem sees his house leader shift from the corner of his eye first. The air around them suddenly charges - intuition, perhaps, for the question that has yet to break the surface - and his quill skips the dot over a letter, his mind now far from his notes as it cycles rapidly through what he could have done to draw his attention. He is a shadow, a ghost, and prefers to remain such, especially to the eyes of authority.
His name whispered freezes him like an arctic wind. Slowly, he turns his head to see the grave look on Claude's face and he wonders for a moment if this is the moment that he would be hired to kill for a noble's pride, like so many others he had known. He braces for it, because he already has his answer.
The real question is so far from anything he had predicted that Salem can do nothing but stare at Claude, uncomprehending and speechless. Love? Love? The quill in his hand tilts precariously from his loosened grip and its threat to their secrecy reanimates him.
"I have never confessed," he whispers back. The other two parts to the question, he doesn't know how to answer. But he knows well enough that this is hardly about him. Stealing a glance toward the front of the classroom to ensure that their professor still lectures with her back turned to them, he leans closer.
"Is there someone you have your eye on?"
#boundlesshart#// bren??#// this ask was such an unexpected thing to find in SALEM'S inbox of all characters#// thank you hahahaha
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Look at the icon. Look at Tomyris' special eyes. "Can we have foob? Even the charred ones smell nice."
Roxane doesn't ask. As soon as Arvis turns away, she strikes at the grill, snatching a rack of ribs.
awww someone brought their puppy to the party 🥰🥰 who's a good girl? WHO'S A GOOD GIRL?? YOU ARE! YOU ARE!!!!!!
arby's turns to get some foodie for the horses but finds the ribd he was cooking and about to sare gone
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#toaaprilfools#boundlesshart#claude support#not really :')#trying to finish off these asks I SUPRISNGLY GOT A LOT.......#i'm glad everyone enjoyed the velthomer cookout at least :pleading:
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1, 2 Step
She remembers not faring particularly well the year prior, either.
And yet as the music swells, as the judges find their seats, as the participants are encouraged to grace the dance floor and attempt their best at impressing the judges, Mitama finds herself swept up once again in the low simmering fire of competition.
(Perhaps it is her. Perhaps it is the company. Then again, Claude’s track record...)
She still takes his hand and restrains a wide grin to a teasing smile as the two of them find their place upon the stage. “I am still not quite confident in Fodlan dances.” She confesses in a quick whisper as they set into place, hands on shoulders and hip and hand in hand. She is not quite confident in Hoshidan dances either, aside from the small festivals at her little deeprealm village, but that was not relevant.
And yet despite the nerves, despite the worry, the music swells and the two start to move. Claude, it seems, is not good at Fodlan dances either.
They shift and move with the music, slowly transforming from the waltz that the music seems to ask for to something else. A mix of Hoshidan and...not quite Fodlan. Mitama cannot place it, but she does not mind it either. Soon enough, the sound of her laughter accompanies their steps as she laughs on turn and giggles on step. It will probably affect their score. She does not really care.
The song comes to a close and scores are passed out. Mitama nearly misses theirs, too busy laughing alongside Claude as she keeps her hand in his.
8, 9, 1. 18!
Hmm. Not as bad as she anticipated.
next: @boundlesshart
against: @viridescent-lance & @aimlessarchery
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"You were born? Kidding! Here, before you get too mad."
Lorenz's scrutiny demands even more effort from Claude than the man really deserves, but he has done it anyways. Inside a well-wrapped box, nestled in white silk cloth, is a wave-style black leather browband for horses, set with an arrangement of purple and pink gemstones accented with crystals that evoke the image of leaves. "You're a difficult guy to get gifts for, you know that? I had to channel my inner Lorenz to figure out what you wouldn't turn your nose up at. Hopefully Begonia won't be so picky..."
“ME? DIFFICULT?” The response is firmly mired in sarcasm, but the intrigue following the preamble is enough to keep his expression level enough as he opens it. “A shrewd eye for details is never a bad quality, Claude.”
And, for all the caveats, it is generous: the pink and purple gems glisten in the light that Lorenz holds the browband up to, inspecting it with the same sort of scrutiny he does everything. Not that there would be any need, but after the surprise, he does it more to appreciate the delicate work of the decorations itself. Evocative, perfect for a ride through springtime, equally matching in the radiance of his own steed.
In actuality—it’s beyond a serviceable gift. The contrast of gemstones would look wonderful against Begonia’s coat.
The smile that fights beyond the scrutiny is genuine, perhaps even a bit touched in Lorenz’s surprise, and it’s flashed to Claude in time, gently placing the browband back into place after its inspection.
“Consider me impressed—this will see great use in the future, I assure you! Begonia wears every tribute proudly.”
#❝ＨＭＭ， Ｉ ＤＯＮ＇Ｔ ＲＥＣＡＬＬ ＭＩＳＰＬＡＣＩＮＧ ＡＮＹＴＨＩＮＧ．❞ 【ｉｎｂｏｘ．】#boundlesshart#[ THIS WAS RLY CUTE... thank you Claude :'3 ]
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"Hey.... Mitama said that you're a friend of hers, right?" Claude doesn't really know this Rhajat person well, but if Mitama considers her a friend, she must be similar in wisdom and insight.
"There's a guy in one of her classes that's thinking of asking her out on a date and he's asking me for help. I figured you'd have some extra tips. Like favorite flowers, gifts, tea...? Uh, love language? ....Anything at all? Poor guy's grasping at straws here."
it takes quite a moment for rhajat to realize that the man talking to her is claude; her attention focused on trying to pack all of her items into her bag to leave the already empty classroom. and the mention of her close friend finalizes his identity. though it’s an issue that rests within her head if it’d be appropriate to push this conversation down and walk away... with a sigh, rhajat decides to glance at him from across her desk and nod. the beginnings of a glare tainting her expression.
“ correct, we happen to be close friends. and you must be claude... now why is my name in question? ”
an attempt at softening her glare to be... respectful is immediately forgotten at the direct follow - up claude says. her frown is prominent, eyebrows furrowed, and glare sharpened. she isn’t sure if the feeling behind her expression is disgust, shock, or frustration. probably both. probably only one. either way, rhajat sets the next tome in her bag, closes the flap, and looks up to claude with her arms crossed over her shoulders.
“ tell him to give up. ” coming to her for help was a pathetic move. not only that but to have someone else come to her to go to him for help was an even greater portrayal of shame! besides, what would even bring her to help him? the common person in question being mitama? as if...
“ if he’s in such need of a hint that he’s asking others and not finding out by his own ambition, then he doesn’t deserve her. in addition to that, i have no patience to aid someone with the hopes of them courting my friend. it does not take much besides a bit of stalking and conversation to gather information, no? ” a pause before she shakes her head. “ not that i’d advise him to stalk her. i wouldn’t hesitate to curse decades of solitude upon him if i happen to realize that mitama is being followed. hehe, the irony. ahem, anyway, now that we’re done here, ”
rhajat grabs her bag and walks away from her desk, hand raised to her face as her teeth close around the pad of her thumb. but she doesn’t reach the classroom’s door before she turns back and looks at claude. a sinister, thin smile on her face as she pulls her hand away. “ and might i have the name of this classmate? if i do think of handing over hints, i’ll need an identity... just for hints. ”
actually, a moment passes before rhajat makes her way back towards claude, thumbnail pressing into her bottom lip as she narrows her eyes. “ never mind. i’d like to see him now, if you may. not like i’m giving you much of a choice here. how about this; i set a curse on you that causes all of your body hair to grow rapidly within the next few days, or you show me where this classmate is. muhahaha... ”
#〳◌ ⁀ « covet shiny items for forgotten time » ( INBOX. )#〳✩ « support tba » ( CLAUDE. )#boundlesshart#{{ im sorry about her but also ty for the ask LMAERKKFOEKFE
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A joint victory. It's not the complete victory that Claude has grown accustomed to in past years, but he supposes that another house could experience what it's like to win. If anything, it's a reminder to not let these things get to his head. Anything can happen, it's on him if he's not ready.
"Can I offer my congrats? The Black Eagles really fought hard out there." Claude nearly says this year, but perhaps this isn't the time to bring up the past. "Seriously, I'm impressed. You have some scary classmates, princess. If I never fight against them again, 'real' battle or not, it would still be too soon."
Although she would have preferred a clean Black Eagles sweep, Edelgard considers this a victory all the same. Fights are unpredictable, but what matters is honing strength and securing a strategy (even if that plan is but on a moment's notice).
"I can't say I had the pleasure of fighting any of your classmates, but I heard their prowess was just as strong." They must be if this fearsome battle resulted in a tie. She can't say she was anticipating this result- A rather tough call if a draw is enacted. "Thank you, however. I must extend my congratulations to you, as well. I will admit it was a close match." Edelgard can't deny that- If anything, it reiterates to her that battles and wars are never guaranteed.
"If you and I were to have fought, I wonder who would have won..?" Perhaps sounding like a jest in the way she spoke, but the seriousness is etched all the same. "Nonetheless, it's clear both of our houses deserve this moment. I'm certain of that."
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❰❰ WALL ❱❱ (im sorry marianne that you have to deal with this one)
❰❰ WALL ❱❱ sender pushes the receiver against a wall. // an extremely self-indulgent meme.
Bells toll to signal the end of class, the sound echoing through the halls of the Garreg Mach. Slowly, the Golden Deer classroom empties as its students flock out to the courtyard, joining with friends from other classes. The Officers Academy is alive with cheer and chatter.
Marianne, for her part, simply lingers where she otherwise might have joined the crowds in departing, waiting silently in her seat. Quill scratches against parchment as she bides her time, in part to gather the courage to speak, but also to watch the steady stream of people leaving begin to slow, then stop.
It is only when the rest of the class has dispersed and the classroom is well and truly empty save for two that she dares to stand, approaching her House Leader. She only means to ask him a question, had wrestled with her anxiety throughout the class just to go to talk to him. His name slips quietly from her lips as a question, a hand raising to tap against his shoulder—
Then she finds herself pushed against the wall, her eyes wide and panicked as brown meets green. Instinctively, her hands raise raise, but to do...what? Even if he were not her classmate, her House Leader, she could hardly attack the heir of Duke Riegan.
Her lips part, but the only noise that escapes is one of confusion, brows drawing together as she goes to push him away instead, then stops, her hands left hanging uselessly in the air. "Ah...Claude?" Marianne tries hesitantly, shrinking away. Is he busy? She could check on him another time, she supposes. "Um...is something wrong?"
She just wanted to ask him if he was feeling all right...
#& ㅤ * ㅤ there is something bleeding to death inside me but i don’t know what it is ㅤ / ㅤ askbox.#& ㅤ * ㅤ carry ruin like a flower or like a crown ㅤ / ㅤ in character.#boundlesshart#KFJSDLKFJSDLFJSDLFK THE SOUND I MADE WHEN I SAW THIS IN MY INBOX ?????#she brought you back from the brink of death and this is how you repay her
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