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Corrin butts in with a strained smile across his face, "You uh... don't have to do that. A normal training regimen will do." Was that how Jakob had trained Dwyer? No wonder he seemed... more likely to be lazy and tired in the present day. Corrin couldn't remember his own trainer - Gunter - ever treating him like that; but perhaps he'd had it easier because he was a prince? His memories from back then are covered in a hazy fog anyway, perhaps he is just remembering wrong.

"Dwyer," he says quietly to the young butler, "look at them, they've barely recieved any sort of training at all. They won't stand up to a test like that."

He grips the hilt of Yato ever present at his side, knuckles turning white as his fingers tensed against it with worry.

"Um... apologies if this sounds rude but: I don't really want the shit kicked out of me," One of the soldiers pipes up with a raised hand. A few others nod along in agreement, milling about with a certain uncertaintity.

"At least pick up a weapon," Corrin says. That was why they had borught all of them anyway. These soldiers might as well use them even if they - and Corrin - didn't agree with Dwyer's training methods, "We'll... figure something out." Perhaps drawing on what he could remember of Gunter's lessons could work? Would that still be too harsh? Aahghghghghghg who knew!

can't i just sit here and make coffee or something

any skill +1

#ic: i make my own fate! #ic #thread: can't i just sit here and make coffee or something #threading: i'll be able to help more folks now #supports: you know me so well #support: dwyer #mission board: recovery #mission board: i wonder how much i've changed #any skill +1 #apathynoir

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"Of course!" Corrin darts around the small village, finding those that are wounded, offering a shoulder to lean on so they will not have to stumble their way towards the nearest healer on broken bones. They thank him profusely, and he quickly returns to Duessel's side, ready and eager to help.

It's saddening, how much destruction has overtaken this poor little village, and Corrin feels a tear spring to his eyes as he stares at the nearest ruined house. How sad, that bandits thought this a worthy expenditure. To destroy the homes of mere villagers was an unforgivable act!

"Let us begin at once, Sir Duessel! I don't wish for these folks to suffer any further! Let's see..." He glances around the area, trying to find any materials that make work to begin fixing the houses. Worse come to worse, he was more than willing to make a few boards himself, even if he never had before, "Ah! There's some wood over there!"

𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘶𝘴𝘦.

[RECOVERY] - Axe+1 w/Corrin

#ic: i make my own fate! #ic #thread: putting our skills to good use #threading: i'll be able to help more folks now #supports: you know me so well #support: duessel #mission board: recovery #mission board: i wonder how much i've changed #axe +1 #obsidendo

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“You’re not my servant,” Corrin sputters out, unsure of what else he is able to say. He can’t remember Iago coming to the Northern Fortress often, if he ever had at all during Corrin’s stay there, “I think we both know that. And I’m not as dumb as I used to be, I can tell falsities in one’s tone when I hear them.”

The very sight of Iago’s face remaining in his presence makes the young kings stomach turn sickeningly and he turns away quickly, not allowing the mage the pleasure of seeing him squirm.

“Not my… father. I don’t know why I called him that, I shouldn’t have. I never should have,” He pauses in thought. He had never belonged in Nohr, nor for being different from them, but because of the sole reason that it was not where he was meant to be, “I just don’t want you causing trouble for Fodlan and the students with your schemes. You should watch yourself.”

an ugly reunion.

continued from here.

#ic: i make my own fate! #ic #thread: an ugly reunion #threading: i'll be able to help more folks now #supports: you know me so well #support: iago #tacitanis

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"Don't hold back if you're upset," Corrin gently pats the younger man's shoulder, attempting to sooth him the same way that he would Kana when she was throwing a fit, "there's no need to keep your tears locked away."

Corrin almost wishes that he had pressed that boy further than he had, stopped him from running away, when he had been telling him about the tears - the dream. If only to have known even a fraction of what those who had come back were going through.

"You're safe now. You don't have to worry about all of that anymore." If Corrin could do any more than offer calming words that he could not truly fill with all of his emotion - because he did not know all that had happened - then he would do it in an instant. But this was the best he could do for now.

He reaches up, grabbing the boy's cheeks to gently force him to lift his head, "But look! We're at a festival now, and peace has come to Fodlan! How about we do something fun to get your mind off of all of those dark and dreary thoughts?"

The Rage of Someone Who's Lost Their Love, Will Likely Put an End to Me

Recovery | Reason +1

#ic: i make my own fate! #ic #thread: the rage of someone who's lost their love will likely put an end to me #threading: i'll be able to help more folks now #supports: you know me so well #support: yarne #mission board: i wonder how much i've changed #mission board: recovery #reason +1 #taguelbunnyboy #//we're gonna have fun yarne !!!! and you're gonna like it!!!!!!!

[duskofendflame]

Corrin glances around the pitiful quarters that the men had found themselves in. No wonder the soldiers wished to have a future, he would too if he was stuck in such a dreary place. Cobwebs fill the corners and the young king sneezes slightly as he wanders into the dusty room that Dwyer calls him to.

(He really hopes that the boy doesn't notice his sneeze. He doesn't need to be fretted over for simply reacting to dust like anyone else in this world would.)

The poor soldiers look about as dilapidated as their accomendations and all startle as Corrin walks into the room and loudly claps his hands to get their attention.

"Hello," he says calmly, not wanting to startle them any further than he apparently already has, "Now then; does anybody have any specific areas of training that they would like to start with? Or would you just like a more... general approach?"

can't i just sit here and make coffee or something

any skill +1

#ic: i make my own fate! #ic post #thread: can't i just sit here and make coffee or something #threading: i'll be able to help more folks now #supports: you know me so well #support: dwyer #mission board: i wonder how much i've changed #mission board: recovery #any skill +1 #apathynoir #//dwyer my beloved ta....

[duskofendflame]

"I think... my mother would have rather I never lifted a sword at all..." This girl and her mouth full of words that Corrin does not want to hear do not deserve to hear about his mother. His perfect, peaceful, and beautiful mother. The woman he wanted to know so badly, but was always out of his reach. He'd never had a mother in Nohr, and Mikoto, the woman who had birthed him, always seemed to be slipping right through his fingertips like grains of sand in the wind, "she was... a much more peaceful person..."

He lets out a small sigh, letting go of any ill will and anger the same way that tufts of dandelion blew off into the wind, "I'm not perfect, I know that," He wished that he could be perfect, that he did not have to tremble ever so slightly with the weight of expectations upon him, "But you're my peer, not my teacher. I don't expect you to have to help me. Burgeoning past my own insecurities is up to me, not anyone else."

Always Gold to Me

#ic post #ic: i make my own fate! #thread: always gold to me #threading: i'll be able to help more folks now #supports: you know me so well #support: mareeta #bladespromotedpawn

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Corrin does not protest, or say anything at all.

Or more like: he cannot protest, lest he get another mouthful of dirt.

He can't really see now either, through the flowers that had been tossed atop of his face. (And the dirt of course.) He just hopes that Azama won't be lazing around too much if the actual culprit does end up showing their face. Couldn't exactly catch a criminal if you were fast asleep.

Conciously, Corrin tries to slow his breathing, attempting to mimic the stillness of a corpse beneath the ground. It wouldn't do to do this halfway if they were trying to make a convincing trap!

This is such a stupid plan. Then again... I did agree to it... He thinks to himself with a inward chuckle, If this actually works though... hm, perhaps Azama will deserve some praise...

Graverobbing with My Sister's Bestie

#ic: i make my own fate! #ic post #thread: graverobbing with my sister's bestie #threading: i'll be able to help more folks now #supports: you know me so well #support: azama #mission board: i wonder how much i've changed #mission board: fracture #[no point] #carefreemonk

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"I mean... she did do," Corrin gestures wildly, trying to make up for not actually knowing what had occured within the tears, "something. But if all she's wanted is to be free..."

It did not seem fair to her, to make it her fate to be locked away forever in one way or another. Even if she was a villain, she was still only a mere girl. A girl that they were not giving the chance to live freely.

Corrin truly thought that this was the worst possible outcome for the poor girl. To never get to even see the blue sky again when she was only yearning for freedom.

"I wish they would at least let us talk to her. She's all alone in there, with no company, only outsiders coming to gawk at her pain and suffering."

To Guard a Pasithee's Heart

Recovery | No Point

#ic: i make my own fate! #ic #threading: i'll be able to help more folks now #thread: to guard a pasithee's heart #supports: you know me so well #support: edelgard #mission board: i wonder how much i've changed #mission board: recovery #[no point] #hresvelgard

[duskofendflame]

Corrin, closer to her now, can see the fear across her face. A sorrowful fear, but fear all the same. He lets his own expression soften, not wishing to put her any more ill at ease.

"You don't know until you try," he says gently, following her gaze towards one of the students presenting a complicated magic trick with great ease, "perhaps performance art is your true calling and you just haven't discovered it yet!"

She also looks terribly lonely, trying to escape what should be a joyous festival all by herself. Her figure, dark clothes and long white hair, cuts a startling image of isolation through the crowd. If nothing else, he simply didn't wish for her to look so lonely. Not when everyone else around her was smiling.

"I don't see any reason to not try. At the very least you won't be alone if you fail," Corrin points to himself with a smile, "You look experienced. We should probably be more worried about me exploding myself anyway!"

Magic Tea Kettle

Reason +1 | Recovery

#ic: i make my own fate! #ic post #thread: magic tea kettle #threading: i'll be able to help more folks now #supports: you know me so well #support: ishtar #mission board: recovery #mission board: i wonder how much i've changed #reason +1 #deamare #//putting on the best of his lord charm...

[duskofendflame]

Corrin stares at the boy as he tries to hide in the middle of an open crowd, a pitiful expression of fear and sorrow across his face as everyone else around rejoiced.

"Death... huh..." The idea didn't bother him. Even if he would prefer not to kill and see things die, he had grown used to the notion. Been forced to grow used to it, a choice that had not been left for him. Death was just the end of a cycle, the end of a life.

Corrin thinks to another story of the tears that had been told to him, by a boy whose eyes just barely reached past his shoulder. A young boy, a student, hardly even old enough to be considered little more than a child. He had described a sickening land of toys, debates of the worth of a life forced upon them. He had refused to elaborate any further when Corrin had pressed him, simply making an excuse that he had to study for an upcoming exam before running off. He had not mentioned anything of the sort about death, at least not in the excess Yarne seemed to have experienced.

Corrin moves his hand gently to the boy's shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly, "It was just a dream, you know. And Pasithee is here now, locked away for the rest of her days. Tragic though, that she cannot be free after so much strife."

The Rage of Someone Who's Lost Their Love, Will Likely Put an End to Me

Recovery | Reason +1

#ic: i make my own fate! #ic post #thread: the rage of someone who's lost their love will likely put an end to me #threading: i'll be able to help more folks now #supports: you know me so well #support: yarne #mission board: i wonder how much i've changed #mission board: recovery #reason +1 #taguelbunnyboy #//the boy he's referencing is erk if that isn't clear :joy: #//corrin also barely knows who pasithee is #//he does feel bad for her though #//my boy has OPINONS on the girl

[duskofendflame]

The big centerpiece for the impromptu festival is meant to be the magic show put on by those at the School of Sorcery! It turns out, however, this is also meant to double as advertising to get new students and attention onto their prestigious academy. You may not be in any rush to transfer, but the students and faculty are still eager to help teach anyone how to cast these entertaining spells. Care to try your own hand at making a spectacle? [Grants Reason +1]

Corrin wanders through the festival, bare feet padding around with a certain excitement in his steps. There is hope returning to this land after the rough times that they have had recently, and it brings Corrin joy to be able to see that even the common people are reassured by the current peace. There is a simple pleasure in the joy of others.

But through the crowd, ruby eyes catch on someone who does not seem to be enjoying themselves as much as they should be in such a time of peace. (Selfishly, Corrin wants it to last forever, even though he knows that is most likely not a possibility. This place wasn't his home, no matter how settled in he felt. He did not want to have to defend it with his sword stained in blood.)

Tenatively, Corrin takes careful steps towards the weary figure, only managing to remember who it was as he gets closer. His steps grow faster, and he reaches out to grab the boy's arm with a certain desperation.

Dimly, he mutters, "... What... what happened to you in there...? In the tears, I mean. To all of you." Corrin is not a fool, he knows it was bad. Whatever happened in there had condemed Pasithee to a - different - life of imprisonment, had taken the light out of the eyes of everyone who had gone. They had become... different.

Different meant change. And change could be good. But Corrin got the feeling that this particular change wasn't all too good for anyone involved.

@taguelbunnyboy

The Rage of Someone Who's Lost Their Love, Will Likely Put an End to Me

Recovery | Reason +1

#ic: i make my own fate! #ic post #thread: the rage of someone who's lost their love will likely put an end to me #threading: i'll be able to help more folks now #supports: you know me so well #support: yarne #mission board: i wonder how much i've changed #mission board: recovery #reason +1 #taguelbunnyboy

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Corrin feels anger prickling at the edges of his nerves, just listening to the ever faithful attendant of Nohr's king. His voice is grating on his ears, figure sore on the eyes.

"The right to be here. The right to be alive, even!" He rests a hand on Yato at his side, as a warning of what he would be capable of if the scum was to step out of line. If only it had been final the first time.

"I'm not your lord anyway, am I? Don't offer me platitudes if you don't mean them." White cape fluttered gently in his wind behind him, in contrast to the dark figure before him, as Corrin crosses his arms over his chest.

"Father is gone now, so what do you think the point of your existence is? Don't answer that. There isn't one."

"You..." Corrin spits as soon as he sees him. The death of this rat had been deserved, and he wasn't worth Corrin's sympathy. There is no light behind his ruby eyes as he glares at him.

"Who gave you the... goddamn right?!"

iago is not surprised—his reception from corrin is less than warm, certainly. what surprises him is corrin himself. there's something different about him, some curve of his mouth or other peculiarity that differentiates him, somehow, from the corrin he recognizes.

still, there is an unmistakability to corrin. iago cannot mistake him for anyone else.

"the right to do what, my lord?" he asks, putting a hand to his ear as if imploring corrin to speak up. "specifics are helpful, when making audacious inquiries."

#ic: i make my own fate! #ic #supports: you know me so well #support: iago #tacitanis #//eep :lynxfear: i hope corrin isn't being too mean

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Corrin vaguely wonders what would happen if Yato was truly to be pawned off to another. Complete rejection of being wielded by hands that were not Corrin's own, most likely. What that would intail, he had no idea. It probably wouldn't be pretty though. But still...

He couldn't claim to know the plight of someone who might do something like this. Perhaps they were simply desperate for money, coming across two noble looking men with expensive weaponry and thinking they could make a quick buck. Corrin thinks of the dim streets of Nohr, where many had to resort to thievery and fall into the dark underbelly of crime.

"Let us not assume circumstances my friend, perhaps our little thief here just needed to be able to feed their family for the forseeable future," Corrin sighs, bare feet padding across the wooden floor of the tavern as he makes his way towards the door, "maybe it's not too late to follow after them. I don't see anything else of interest around here, so let us make haste." The sky is dark as Corrin pokes his head out of the tavern, gently breathing in the night air.

"Oh! And don't worry if we end up having to buy back our weapons! Money is no issue, I would rather have our things returned safely to us than have money in my pocket anyway!"

Hey. Wake Up. You Fucked Up Big Time.

Anniversary (2023) | Authority +1 (October)

#ic: i make my own fate! #ic #thread: hey. wake up. you fucked up big time #threading: i'll be able to help more folks now #supports: you know me so well #support: finn #mission board: anniversary #mission board: i wonder how much i've changed #authority +1 #authdrink #tw spiked drinks #livingrief

[duskofendflame]

The big centerpiece for the impromptu festival is meant to be the magic show put on by those at the School of Sorcery! It turns out, however, this is also meant to double as advertising to get new students and attention onto their prestigious academy. You may not be in any rush to transfer, but the students and faculty are still eager to help teach anyone how to cast these entertaining spells. Care to try your own hand at making a spectacle? [Grants Reason +1]

Corrin watches one of performances with glee, revelling in both the art of it and the talent in magic shown off by the students and their teachers. He had never dabbled much in magic himself, but he knew that he had potential for it. Just had never gotten around to pursuing it fully. He could use a staff, but not the kind of magic that the students on stage were able to craft.

After they're finished with the current production, the students hop down from the stage, offering to teach a few of the magic tricks they had demonstrated to anyone in the crowd who wanted to learn. Corrin cannot help but to volunteer immediately.

But it would be so lonely to do such a thing alone! Perhaps he should look for someone in the crowd who already seems to excell in magic, then there can be a little more skill than "I've seen people cast magic before" in this little lesson.

His eyes catch on a long white ponytail, and he can't help but to grab the arm of the woman it belongs to. He smiles, as to not startle her too much. She certainly gives off the aura of an experience mage, and he would be honored to have her by his side in this experience.

"Excuse me, miss! Would you like to try some of the magic those students were doing? It certainly looks like it would be a lot of fun! No need to wander through a crowd sadly by yourself during a festival when you could do something like this instead."

@deamare

Magic Tea Kettle

Reason +1 | Recovery

#ic: i make my own fate! #ic #thread: magic tea kettle #threading: i'll be able to help more folks now #mission board: recovery #mission board: i wonder how much i've changed #reason +1 #deamare #supports: you know me so well #support: ishtar

[duskofendflame]

[ child generator meme ]

@duskofendflame

Don't ask how their hair works - they're convinced it's got a mind of its own tbh.

Honestly doesn't want anything to do with being some fancy dragon or whatever. Doesn't really want much to do with ... whatever it is that Azama does, either. (That said, they'd be content to chill at some remote monastery and just. Help out. Live their life.)

Indifferent save when it comes to being thrust into the spotlight. They're simply not interested!

Despite their penchant for enjoying their alone time, they do seem to have an odd/not-even-trying charisma about them... They suspect this has been inherited from Corrin.

Would prob indulge siblings' antics. Well. Some of them.

Comfy clothing is a must.

#ooc: what should i do now? #art #fankid #//the shit sibling... #archive

[duskofendflame]

Activity Check (February) - Passed!

Total Skill Points: 17 -> 18 -> 19 -> 20 -> 21.

Monthly Skill Point: +1 to Sword (Rank Up! Sword Rank B (1/2) -> Sword Rank B+ (0/2))

Other Points: +2 to Gauntlets (Completed Threads), +1 to Authority (Completed Thread)

Claim: N/A

Housekeeping

Waiting On Partner:

Despair Lays Claim (Harken) Corrin Two: Electric Boogaloo (Jakob) If You’re Not Wearing Shoes, and I’m Not Wearing Shoes, Then Whose Shoes Are Those? (Veyle) Sword Stuck Sword Stone Hook Car Door (Chrom) (Sword +1) Hey. Wake Up. You Fucked Up Big Time (Finn) (Authority +1) Graverobbing with My Sister’s Bestie (Azama) Something I’m Made For (Yarne) Since You’ve Been Gone (Yarne) Monsters Much Bigger Than I Can Control Now (Tharsir) (Fallen AU) Always Gold to Me (Mareeta) Weeping For the Memory of a Life Gone By (Sephiran) To Guard a Pasithee's Heart (Edelgard) Putting Our Skills to Good Use (Duessel) (Axe +1) Can't I Just Sit Here and Make Coffee or Something? (Dwyer) (Any Skill +1) Almost Like American Ninja Warrior. But With Traps. And Screaming Children. (Saizo) (Sword +1) Hardly a Request (Xander) (Heavy Armor +1) Who Ya Gonna Call (Farina) A Friendly Game of Cards, What Could Go- (Dheginsea) (Authority +1)

Dropped:

Dreams of the Black Throne I Keep on Repeat

Completed:

Mister Clean Was My Father. Call Me Clean (1190 words) Against the Wind (902 words) New Self Care Routine: I GET You (1038 words)

#ooc: what should i do now? #toaactivity #toa activity #housekeeping: i've never been very good at cleaning anyway #housekeeping: march 1st

[duskofendflame]

♡ sibbo? mayhaps?

One time deal ! (picrew)

Name: Mikoto Emmeryn Ichinomiya von Fosberg Lowell Gender: Transfem (She/Her) Class: Shrine Maiden -> Priestess Age: Fuck if even she knows

Yeah. Uh. This one got the Anankos recessive genes. Corrin is just gonna uh. Handwave that one.

Named (herself) after her late grandmother and aunt. Corrin 100% cried when she told him that. What a good daughter !!!

Supposedly the youngest of her siblings? Question mark? Between deeprealms and time travel, it can get a little messy in there, especially with Kana looking younger than her, but she doesn't care that much! If Kana wants to be her younger sister, that's fine. If she wants to acknowledge that she's technically the older sibling, that's fine too!

Gentle and caring, much like both of her dads, but won't take any of your shit. She can and will beat you to death with this staff in her hands. You think her being a shrine maiden makes you safe? Think again fucker. (Once she gets access to bows, forget using it as its meant to be used, she's coming over there and smacking you to death with it.)

Hasn't actually awakened to her draconic blood yet, and honestly Corrin is quite confuddled. Welp. It will happen when it happens.

Exalt brand on the back of her left hand.

#ooc: what should i do now? #fankid #heh. #asks #inbox: i can always count on you #//how does the time shennigans work? idk. ask god (anankos)