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[unsungtalesweek]

Welcome to UnsungTales Week!

Hey everyone! Had some issues but hopefully this post works today! Welcome back to another year of UnsungTales! An Unofficial Tales of Fan-Event to celebrate the obscure, the unknown, and the forgotten parts of the Tales of Series! Come celebrate with us on May 15th to May 22nd, 2024.

What is UnsungTales? Here are some pointers below!

The Tales of Series has alot of characters and games that tend to be overshadowed or underappreciated by the mainline games or mainline cast. This event is to celebrate the ones that don't get the spotlight.

Celebrate however you like! With art, fan-fiction, information & facts, videos, etc. Whatever you like!

This event is to celebrate the ones that are lesser known in the Tales series. NPCs, Side characters, Tales cast from games that aren’t mainline titles, and niche characters from other tales media are the main focus here!

Hopefully this year will be as amazing! I hope you all will join and celebrate with us!

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[berylliumcoffee]

Happy @unsungtalesweek Everyone! Drew out Primula, Lilith, and Ami in outfits to celebrate the event 😊✨.

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[sakuraswordly]

#tales of phantasia #ami burklight #Chester burklight #Arche klein

[pancetto]

Little Chester reads to his younger sister Ami!

#tales of series #tales of phantasia #chester burklight #ami burklight #can I call him Ester bc there r too many c’s in phantasia #ester burklight

[love-fireflysong]

Day 29: Distance

Fandom: Tales of Phantasia  Character(s): Ami Burklight  Words: 1381 Rating: Mature (Character death, child death, literally all the deaths)  Author’s Notes: Realized that I somehow haven’t written any angst for ToP yet. Decided I should fix that. :)

Ami was hiding under the bed. She was shaking so much, scared tears dripping down her face and the only reason she wasn’t sobbing in fear was because of her hand clasped over her nose and mouth so no noise would escape. She still couldn’t believe that any of this had happened. Chester and Cress had left to go for a hunt, and then about an hour later, she had heard the first scream.

A scream cut short by the wet sound of a blade ripping through flesh near the entrance to Toltus, not far from her house. She wondered if had been Clara that screamed. Maybe one of the new visitors to the town. She didn’t want to know.

She hoped Chester came soon. She hoped that he would never come. She wanted him to save her. She didn’t want him to see any of this.

The sound of the town’s bell ringing had come soon after, a clanging sound that filled her head and almost convinced her to remove her hands from her mouth to her ears. Considering the heavy footfalls and clank of armor that soon followed up the stairs, she was glad she hadn’t. At least Garret had made it up to ring the bell in the first place. Even off in the forest, Chester and Cress should be able to hear it and come quickly.

She was so scared. Ami could smell smoke and fire in the air now. She had heard the priest and nun ushering people into the church, promising protection under the light of Saint Lenios. She thinks it was the first building that they set on fire. There were still screams as people burned to death in the church, she thinks that the invaders barricaded the door so no one could escape the flames.

Why wasn’t Cress’s father doing anything? Wasn’t he supposed to be a skilled swordsman, with a dozen pupils under his training? Why weren’t they fighting back? Or had they tried and already fallen?

Ami doesn’t think Cress would have. Cress is so strong, so kind. He would have been able to beat these guys in no time. She holds the doll of Cress she had made tighter to her chest to protect her. It was supposed to be a gift for him, but she hadn’t quite finished sewing it until just before the knights came. She hopes she can still give it to him. For now though, it’s enough to make her believe that Cress and her brother will come. It gives her the strength to stay quiet.

A couple of the knights are still smashing around on second floor of the house. And a couple more are on the floor below. The two with her are breaking open wardrobes and dressers, looking for her or anything valuable, she isn’t too sure. Ami watches in wide-eyed horror as the feet of one of the step into her view from under the bed, stepping uncaringly onto the pillow that she had forgotten to throw back onto the bed this morning. The metal boots are covered in horrifying mixture of red, brown, and black. She shrinks back as far as she can against the wall.

She wonders if any of the blood on the boots, tracking bloody footprints across her once clean floor, belonged to Ruth and Desmond. They were supposed to be getting married next month. It was all the two of them would ever talk about. Instead, she had heard Desmond yell at Ruth to run while he held them back. A strangled, wet gasp had quickly followed, followed almost immediately by a heart-shattering scream that was silenced almost as soon as it had begun. She hopes that they’re in heaven together at least.

Thankfully, the boots leave her view and she almost sobs in relief at the sight. But she doesn’t, hand still clasped tightly over her mouth and her other clenched white-knuckled at the Cress doll for strength. There’s a grunt of anger, and then an apple slowly rolls into her view from where she had placed it on the desk by the window. The red skin is now marred with bruises and the color reminds her of blood on the knights boots.

She hopes Mr Findley from Goalie was able to hide or get away. He was always so nice to her, giving her apples because he knew they were her favourites. Especially after her parent’s were killed by brigands a few years back when they had been bringing back supplies for him to sell.

Ami doesn’t think she’s gonna like apples anymore after this.

Why wasn’t Chester here yet? He should have heard the bell ringing by now surely. Soon, he was going to be here to save her soon. Right?

And the, Ami hears it. The sound of the boots going down the stairs and about to leave. She can’t believe her luck. She’s going to be okay! They never found her!

“There’s nothing upstairs General. No pendant.”

Pendant? Like the one Cress wears all the time? They’re looking for him? She hopes he stays far away and doesn’t come here. She doesn’t want Cress to die too.

“You’re sure?”

“Yessir. We both ransacked any drawer there was up there and there was no pendant to be found. If it’s actually in this village, then the person who has it ain’t here.”

“And you made sure to leave no witnesses behind?”

“There was no one up there either. House was silent as a ghost. Think we killed everyone already.”

“You morons!” There’s a sudden clatter of metal ringing to the ground the floor below and a wet splash. “The oven’s on and there’s food cooking! Of course someone’s here! Now go and find them!”

The mabo curry.  They knew she was here. They knew she was here and they dumped the mabo curry. She heard the clanging of metal boots climb the stairs again and closed her eyes. She prayed to Saint Lenios. Maybe if she stayed quiet and didn’t move, they wouldn’t find her. 

Soon enough the boots were back in front of her eyes, but instead of retreating as they did before, there was a pair of hands under the frame. And Chester’s bed, the one she had been hiding under, was flipped over and up as the bed fell to the floor with a loud shatter and splintering of wood.

Ami looked terrified into the covered face of the knight and screamed. Where was Chester? Where was her big brother?

She tried to scramble to her feet and run past the knight, somehow managing to dodge the hands and sword he held. And ran straight for the open hole in the wall where the a window once was. She could jump. The ground wasn’t very far, wasn’t it? She could jump and survive surely.

Where is Chester?

Before she can jump, there’s a hand at the back of her dress and lifting her up. Her screams turn into terrified sobs as the hand lifts her higher. And then a sudden burning sensation in her stomach as a sword pierces her back and out the front and she is dropped uselessly to the floor. She curls up into a ball as blood bubbles out between her fingers and onto the Cress Doll she is still clutching onto.

Where was Chester? Why didn’t her big brother come save her? Didn’t he love her anymore?

“There. That should be the only one. There’s no one else under any of the other beds. We’re done here.”

Ami hears them leave, but the sound is faint, muffled through the fog that’s clouded her brain.

Maybe they already killed Chester. That’s why he wasn’t here. He tried, but they killed him anyway. 

She’s starting to feel cold now. It’s at odd with the fires raging around town. She wonders if this was how her mom and dad felt when they died. Maybe she would get to see them again. That would be nice.

So tired. Can barely keep her eyes open.

“AMI! AMI!”

Chester. She could hear him running up the stairs, tripping the third step like always did when he was in a hurry. He was alive. He came for her after all.

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#pride month prompt challenge #my writing #tales of phantasia #ami burklight #tw: death #tw: child murder #tw: murder #just all the murder #top is a depressing came when it comes down to it okay #well that was fun #gonna go sew to make myself feel better now #only 1 left though!

[delkios]

Brings My Soul so Close to You (ToRays/ToV)

Please continue to pardon any inaccuracies with characterizations as I still haven't gotten around to familiarizing myself with games other than Vesperia and Rays. Title for Wonders Never Cease by Morcheeba. Thanks to suguelya for giving it a look-through.

(dreamwidth) (pillowfort) (AO3) Title: Brings My Soul so Close to You Fandom: Tales of the Rays, Tales of Vesperia Rating: PG Word Count: 7203 Characters: Flynn, Yuri, Hubert, Estelle, Velvet, Ludger, Mikleo, Ami and Ix Summary: Set in a nebulous post-Mirrage Prison timeframe. Five different looks into Yuri and Flynn's relationship "Yo. You still doing the perfume thing?" Hubert looked up from his book, eying Yuri carefully as he lounged up against the door frame. "I do." Hubert didn't particularly dislike the swordsman but they also rarely interacted, leaving Hubert to mostly know of Yuri through his reputation which... had some worryingly unsaid parts to it. "I thought you didn't care for it." He shrugged, not quite looking at Hubert and Hubert couldn't decide if it was an actual sign of nonchalance or a show of it. "I don't really, but it seems pretty popular with everyone else and there's been a couple I've liked." "Okay, then." He still wasn't sure if Yuri was being honest with him or not but Hubert couldn't really see how this could be a joke. He pulled a piece of paper and pen from a nearby desk. "Did you already have a scent in mind?"

~*~*~*~ "A scent?" "Yes. Your friend, Yuri, came to ask me to make perfume for him- his first, actually -and I realized that I don't believe anyone told you this is something we do." Hubert said, his posture formal but relaxed. Flynn was much more comfortable for him to interact with than Yuri. He chalked it up to mutual military professionalism. "People make requests for what kind of perfume they'd like- specific scents, if they have any in mind -and I try my best to create a perfume to their satisfaction. I will admit that it's been far more successful than I expected." "That seems like a lot of work," Flynn said, "having one person do all that." Hubert chuckled lightly. "Oh, the material gathering is shared with others. Normally I give a list to groups going out foraging or getting supplies. The actual mixing is done by myself." "And it won't be too much trouble making something for me?" "Not at all. Most people reorder perfumes I've made previously so I don't often get a chance to make an entirely new one. I'd appreciate the challenge." "Hm. Where we grew up, perfume was only used by the rich or for special occasions. Even when I was able to afford such things, it never occurred to do so, so I never really gave it much thought." Flynn tilted his head, eyes glancing upward as he thought. "I guess... Yuri?" It took a moment for Hubert to realize what he said. "I'm sorry, you want it to smell like Yuri?" "When we were little, we used to share everything: toys, clothes, even a bed. He was always with me through the hardest years of my life." Flynn laughed, ruffling his hair. "It's embarrassing to admit but my mind eventually came to associate his scent with comfort. I know it's silly but they say smells are closely tied to memories." Hubert smiled, warm and full of emotion. "No, actually. I think that's wonderful." Hubert immediately regretted his words. It took nearly a week of gathering and experimentation before he was finally able to approach Estelle with two bottles of perfume. "Yuri," he said crisply, setting one bottle down, "Flynn," he set the other down, a hand span away. "They actually asked for perfume?" Estelle asked with surprise. Ever since Hubert was persuaded to allow distribution of his perfumes, he'd gotten Estelle to name them. "That's a surprise, I didn't think Yuri liked using anything scented asides from soap. And Flynn always had to borrow perfume from other officers before official events." She giggled to herself as she picked up the bottle Hubert had said was for Yuri. As she opened the bottle, Hubert said, "It's an odd combination and it took me a bit to get the balance right, but I think it turned out well." Estelle sniffed lightly. "It's smells... like the ocean? And something flowery?" "Ocean and cherry blossoms." Among other things to help blend the two scents together. Estelle looked at Hubert for a moment, a slow smile spreading on her face. "Did Yuri pick those?" "Yes," he looked a little suspiciously at her, "why?" "Oh, no. It's just two of the first places Yuri and I went when we started our adventure. We restored a giant cherry blossom tree to protect a village and then we went to a cliff and saw the sea for the first time." Estelle laughed. "Both times Yuri talked about Flynn. I didn't think it was very important back then since I knew they were close friends, but I didn't realize that Yuri isn't the kind of person that casually reveals his thoughts." She swirled the bottle slightly, looking like she was thinking on a memory. "I think he was a little sad he didn't get to share those moments with Flynn." Hubert crossed his arms, thinking over her words. "Flynn's someone Yuri thinks about a lot?" "More than he's willing to admit, I'm sure." Eyes dancing with mirth, Estelle wrote 'Close to the Heart' in decorative script on the bottle. "And this?" She picked up the one for Flynn, opening the bottle and taking a whiff. "It smells kind of familiar." Hubert looked both annoyed and embarrassed. "Flynn said he wanted it to smell like Yuri and at the time his reasoning was quite sweet but then I realized it meant having to steal from Yuri's laundry and it was just such a hassle." He'd gotten caught by Repede of all Nexuses and Hubert had stumbled over his words trying to find an excuse before remembering- dagger and surprising intelligence aside -Repede was just a dog. He still felt compelled to assure him he'd return Yuri's clothes, however. Estelled gave it another whiff. "But you did it. This very much smells like Yuri. What did Flynn say that made you think it was sweet?" "He said that Yuri was with him through difficult times and his mind equated him with comfort." "Aww, that is sweet." She smiled and wrote 'Home' on the bottle. "I think they'll both like it though I don't know how likely they are to actually use it. I'm not entirely sure either of them really understand the point of perfume." "Well," Hubert picked up the bottles, lips quirked into a faint smile, "that's fine. I've been toying with the idea of scent diffusers, I might experiment using these. Everyone treasures things in their own way, after all." ------------------------------------------------- For a moment upon reading the note requesting her assistance at her leisure, Velvet considered ignoring it. In part because she was curious to see how long Flynn would wait for her to show up but mostly because, though Flynn seemed decent enough and Laphicet greatly approved of him, he reminded Velvet of Eleanor early on in their relationship. Though she was fairly sure he wasn't nearly as annoying or frustrating as Eleanor had once been, it wasn't a headache Velvet was particularly eager to relive. Of course, now that she was standing right there in front of him, Velvet really didn't have much of a choice. "What is it?" "I apologize for asking this at the last minute," he gave her a somewhat contrite smile, "but I was hoping you'd be able to help me make a White Day gift for tomorrow." She narrowed her eyes. "Didn't I see you with whole bags of gifts last week?" "Those are return gifts. As much as I would've like to return handmade chocolates in kind, I'm afraid my schedule and the amount didn't make that feasible. But I was hoping to do something a little more personalized for my companions." Velvet had no idea what Flynn's cooking abilities were but the folks from his world- Yuri especially -had been fairly adamant about not allowing Flynn to cook though the use of terms like 'alone' and 'for others' had her more curious than anything. "And you're asking me specifically because?" He looked somewhat embarrassed. "I know my cooking can be... divisive. But you strike me as the kind of person that won't hold back. If you see me doing something incorrectly or suspect, I'm certain you wouldn't hesitate to point it out." Velvet starred at him long and intense but Flynn didn't so much as twitch. "Fine." She pulled her shoulders back, fists planted on her hips and her face was set as hard as the most ruthless military instructor. "You will do what I say and only what I say. You only get one chance at this so the first time you go ignore my orders, I'm done. Understood?" Flynn snapped to perfect attention, "Yes, ma'am!" ~*~*~*~ "I need your help figuring out something for White Day." Ludger nearly jumped at the sudden voice behind him. He turned to find Yuri there, arms crossed and stance as easy as ever. Ludger gave him an odd look. "How am I supposed to help you with something like that? I know for a fact you don't have issues working with chocolates, Elle raved about the bonbons you made last year for weeks." "And if this was for any normal person, it wouldn't be a problem." Yuri tsked. "Unfortunately, Flynn's got a fucked up sense of taste and doesn't care that much for sweets." "...Flynn?" Ludger asked with a slow blink. "You're doing this for Flynn?" Yuri just shrugged as if this was a perfectly normal thing. "Sure. Mileena said on White Day guys are supposed to give gifts to girls and people important to them, right?" "I suppose that's true." He wasn't sure if it actually was. Asides from Kocis and Ix whose relationship was somewhat unique, Ludger didn't think any of the other guys gave their guy friends, childhood or otherwise, a gift. On the other hand, he also didn't want to get into an argument over it. "But why do you think I can help?" "You're more experimental with your recipes than Velvet and they mostly come out pretty good. You might have better ideas how to make a chocolate he'd like." Well, Ludger wasn't exactly immune to praise, especially when it came from someone whose cooking skills he respected. "If nothing else, I can at least try. What are his preferred tastes?" Yuri's expression flattened out, apparently already expecting his words to screw everything up. "Savory. Spicy. Meat." Sure enough, Ludger's thoughts skidded to a halt. He put one hand to a table and the other to his head. "Oh boy." ~*~*~*~ Velvet set down the recipe on the counter in front of Flynn. "Here. The ingredients and technique are simple but the results- when done correctly -make it seem much fancier and complicated than it actually is." She gave him a moment to skim over the paper before slapping her hand on the counter to get his attention. "First lesson: cooking is an art, baking is a science. Experimenting and changing recipes is much easier when you cook because you can constantly taste and adjust the food's flavor. With baking, once it's in the oven, that's basically it. Once it's been cooked, it's near impossible to change the flavor or texture. That means, with the way the ingredients and heat interacts, unless you really know what you're doing," Velvet got right up in his face, eyes deadly serious, "never deviate from the recipe." Flynn swallowed reflexively. "Understood." Velvet watched with a hawkish, critical eye as Flynn pulled the ingredients and dishes out, treating this as seriously as he would a strategy meeting and, while she found that hilarious, it was also understandable. Cooking for someone could leave you feeling surprisingly vulnerable, especially when it was for a special occasion. Even with all her confidence and experience, Velvet still felt that on occasion. She stayed silent and vigilant, speaking up only to instruct Flynn to grease the ramekins more. When he'd done so to her satisfaction and placed them aside, Velvet looked down at the ramekins, going over the count in her head: Estelle, Rita, Judith, one for Velvet to test... "Why are there five?" Flynn paused in measuring out the ingredients, checking to make sure he hadn't miscounted. "One for you, Lady Estellise, Rita, Judith and Yuri." "Yuri?" "Of course. It's a day for men to show appreciation to the people important to them, I can hardly leave out my best friend." ~*~*~*~ After a number of trials and errors- and an emergency shopping trip to restock -the two men were fairly certain they'd gotten a recipe that wouldn't burn while making, wasn't too brittle and wasn't overwhelming. Of course, given the ingredients, neither of them felt qualified to actually judge how good it was. Deciding to stay out of the process for making the chocolate that would actually go to Flynn, Ludger asked, "So why exactly are you making chocolate for Flynn? Especially since you said he's not particularly fond of sweets?" "I told you already," Yuri said, intently focused on his chopping. "I know, I just don't remember you giving something to Karol or Raven last year." "Yeah, well I also didn't spend nearly every moment for over ten years hanging out with them." Well, Ludger had to give him that. Then Yuri added, "Besides, he'd gonna get me something so I need to give him a gift in return." ~*~*~*~ Velvet still seemed unconvinced. "So you're doing this because you think he's going to make you something?" "I know he is," Flynn said with utmost confidence. ~*~*~*~ "What makes you so certain of that?" Ludger asked. Yuri scowled- the one everyone knew was just for show. "Because that's just-" ~*~*~*~ "-the kind of guy he is," Flynn said with a bright smile. ~*~*~*~ Gatherings for gift exchanges on holidays in the dining area was becoming customary, several tables filled with groups chatting and passing things around. Yuri had already given the women of his group their chocolates, each decorated and personalized for each one though they were happy to break off a piece so one of the others could give it a try. Yuri was preening at their compliments. Velvet, part out of curiosity and part to be supportive, helped Flynn bring out the plates before joining her own group. Each small dish had a delicately ridged, slightly tapered cake placed in the middle, liberally dusted with powdered sugar and a bright red strawberry, sliced and fanned out on top. Velvet hadn't even had to give Flynn any direction on it, his eye for detail apparently extended to gorgeous plating. She put her plates down in front of Judith and Estelle, both women's eyes brightening at the sight but there was still something stiff in their posture. "How pretty," Judith said, picking the fork up from the plate but making no move to actually try it. "You followed a recipe for this, right?" Yuri asked, glaring suspiciously down at the plates Flynn set in front of him and Rita. "He did," Velvet answered instead as Flynn took the last remaining seat. "I was with him to whole time." Yuri's glare intensified. "Are you sure?" Velvet glared right back at him. "Do you really think he could sneak something by me? Especially when it comes to food?" "Well, we should at least try it," Estelle said slowly despite her encouragement. She, also, didn't make a move to actually take a bite. Velvet rolled her eyes. "He made an extra and I tried it. I wouldn't let him feed you anything inedible." Yuri grabbed his fork like he was grabbing his sword. "Alright. Here goes." He pierced the edge of the cake, chocolate oozing out from the middle, screwed his face up like he was saying a prayer and shoved it into his mouth. His eyes shot open. "Oh. That's really good." Flynn beamed like he'd just discovered world peace. The girls dove into it a heartbeat later, each heaping praise on Flynn at first taste. Yuri, already on his third bite, paused to slide the package he'd brought towards Flynn. "Here. For you." "Thank you," Flynn carefully worked a finger under the seams, opening the gift without ripping the paper. "You didn't have to, you know." "Yeah, I did. Tried to tailor it to your taste so I don't know if you'll actually like it." It was a seemingly plain bar of chocolate but when Flynn bit at the corner, his eyes went wide. "Yuri, this is amazing!" "Heh. Good to know." Seeing that uncharacteristically soft smile on Yuri's lips, Velvet decided it was best to make her escape. ~*~*~*~ Ludger waited a discreet distance to intercept Velvet. "Surprised to see you playing waiter." "More like reassurance," she said blandly. "That Flynn hadn't accidentally poisoned them." His eyes flickered to the table, then back at Velvet. "Out of curiosity, did Flynn say why he made one for Yuri?" Sensing there was more to it than simple curiosity, Velvet studied Ludger closely. "Because Yuri is his best friend and Flynn was certain he'd make something in return," she said slowly, "why?" "Huh. That's pretty much exactly the reason Yuri said he made something for Flynn." Ludger couldn't quite tell if Velvet was amused, annoyed or apathetic. "So let me get this straight. Yuri made Flynn chocolate as a return gift for the chocolate he made as a return gift for Yuri." "Well," he hooked his thumbs in his pockets, "they weren't wrong about the other getting them chocolate." For a long moment, Velvet stayed quiet. Then, "They're both idiots in the exact same way, aren't they?" "I'm kinda getting that, too." It looked like everyone had or was just about finished with their cakes and there had yet to be any abrupt exits, blanching or chugging down water. All good signs in Ludger's book. "You helped Flynn make chocolate lava cakes?" "Watched, really," Velvet said. "He followed the recipe without any problem, picked up techniques quickly and they came out perfectly fine. Not anything like the kitchen disaster I was expecting. He even did the plating without any help. I don't know what Yuri's talking about." There was a brief pause. "Wait- you said he followed a recipe?" "Of course. I told him he wasn't allowed to deviate even the slightest." Ludger nodded to himself, "I think I get it. Yuri wanted my help making a chocolate bar because he said Flynn has, uh, unique tastes." "You helped Yuri make a chocolate bar?" The question was obvious in her words and, at the face Ludger made, Velvet looked like she almost didn't want to know. "What kind is it?" "It has chopped bacon and ground chili peppers." Her mouth pressed into a thin line, watching Flynn happily take another bite, oblivious to her, Ludger and Yuri's disturbed expressions. "Yeah. Now I get it." ------------------------------------------------- Honestly Mikleo thought the addition of Flynn was one of the best things to happen to the group. He basically took over assigning field and guard duties and helped Cress out with training. It allowed Jade and Leon to focus more on the finance and logistics and intelligence gathering side of things which meant Mikleo really didn't have to deal with an infuriating cryptic or overbearing critic anymore. He was also thankful for the fact Flynn came at it more like a taskmaster than an officer, preferring to ask for volunteers rather than ordering someone for a mission and trying to keep assignments within the person's interests or skill sets whenever possible. A number of Nexuses were or had been part of the military on their respective worlds and while Mikleo's experience with an actual military organization was pretty minimal, it was a relief that Flynn had no interest in restructuring the group into a military framework. Though, he'd admit, the military's tendency to organize and schedule things did come in handy from time to time. There were two kitchens anyone could use at any given time though, by unspoken agreement, the larger one was reserved for those who had cooking duty while the smaller was for those who could cook for themselves so the chef for the day didn't have to cook for everyone. With such a huge group, it was unfeasible to expect one person to feed them all on their own so there were always volunteers to help out in the kitchen. And despite all the work he did, Flynn often checked the kitchen to ensure there was enough people working and was always willing to chip in his own time if staffing was lacking for any reason. Whenever Yuri was on kitchen duty, Flynn, more often than not, was in there with him. It was somewhat surprising, really, given Yuri had be vehement about not allowing Flynn to cook- which didn't stop Velvet from allowing the knight to help her but most things didn't stop Velvet. Then again, Flynn was generally relegated to things like prep, washing and chopping food, getting out tools and dishes, setting things up to serve and cleaning up afterward. Mikleo volunteered to help them when he could, he found the way Yuri and Flynn worked together fascinating. They seemed to have an instinctual awareness for each other, always aware of where the other was and when they were in need of something. It was almost like a dance. Mikleo, conversely, had nearly bumped into or been bumped into on numerous occasion no matter how he tried to keep out of the way. He couldn't help saying, when the food had been set out and the three of them were cleaning up, "You two work surprisingly well in a kitchen." Yuri shrugged, putting some of the food into containers to be taken to those that wouldn't be able to make it to dinner. "We spent a few years working at an inn to pay for board. I cooked, he cleaned." "And did whatever odd jobs the owners needed to have done," Flynn added, taking the dishes Mikleo had washed and drying them off. "Is that how Yuri got to be such a good cook?" "And why Flynn became such a clean freak." Flynn shot his friend a mild glare. "If you knew how some people left their rooms, you'd understand." He turned back to Mikleo with a faint grin, "It was also rather meditative. Not a lot of people interrupt cleaning staff so I always had time to organize my thoughts." "You should've seen it during the rainy season," Yuri grinned, leaning over to look at Mikleo passed Flynn's shoulder. "He'd sit by the door with a mop and bucket, trailing after anyone tracking mud, no matter who it was." "Dried mud is pain to clean up!" Flynn protested. Yuri's eyes suddenly lit up. "Hey, you remember the time you reamed that captain for dumping his filthy cloak on the floor?" Flynn's mouth opened, the beginnings of a justification on his lips when he abruptly froze. His eyes went large and Yuri's grin wicked. Flynn didn't even react when Mikleo nudged his hand with a ladle. ".....that was Captain Schwann." Yuri roared with laughter. "Hell yeah, it was!" He slapped Flynn's back and Flynn closed his eyes with a pained sigh. "I can't believe I'd forgotten about that!" "I can't believe you reminded me of it." "Schwann?" Mikleo prodded at Flynn's hand again until he took the ladle. "Isn't that Raven's old name?" Yuri was still chuckling, smirking broadly. "I'm gonna have to ask if he remembers that." "You don't have to," there was something almost pleading in Flynn's voice. "Oh, I absolutely do. You yelled at him until he went out on the stoop and wrung out his cloak then made him hang it up!" Packing up the last of the containers, Yuri wrapped them up in a large cloth. "I'm gonna take this to Rita and the other eggheads." He gave them a wink. "I'll leave the rest to you!" Then he was off and Flynn glowered after him. Mikleo did his best to stifle his laughter. "He really seems to enjoy pressing your buttons." "Too much, sometimes." He took the last plate from Mikleo who then drained the sink. "But I suppose that's to be expected with childhood friends." "I can understand that. Sorey and I have had our fair share of arguments." "Oh yeah, you two are childhood friends as well, right?" "Yup." With the last of the water gone, Mikleo began to wipe down the sink. "We've been together ever since I can remember." Flynn chuckled, "I can barely remember what life was like before I knew Yuri." He put the dry plate on a stack, taking a portion of it to put into the cupboard while Mikleo put the utensils back in their drawers. "Have you two been together the whole time?" "A little while back we went about three years without hardly speaking to each other. I told myself it was because I was too busy or because of some silly slight from the last time we passed each other by but, I can admit now, it was because I was hoping he'd miss me enough to come back to the Knights." "Was it difficult?" Mikleo asked as they put away the last of the dishes. "Absolutely. Not in the same way losing my parents was or trying to survive on the streets before the inn keeper took us in, but it was a hardship I never had to deal with before: being without my greatest support. But I think it was the best for both of us. Admittedly, Yuri did flounder a bit, but we got out of each other's shadows and grew into our own person." Flynn rinsed off the towel, then wrung it out and began to wipe down the counters. "Introspection is much easier when you don't have someone covering up your weaknesses." His brow furrowed, something inside knotting uncomfortably at Flynn's words. "Do you mean you think being with someone for too long stunts your growth?" "Ah, that did sound like that, didn't it?" Flynn tilted his head to one side as he thought over his words. "Can, I think, would be more accurate. And I'm certainly not suggesting cutting off ties for years is the way to go, but taking a day or two for self-reflection every once in a while is helpful. And, even if something does happen that keeps you separated, you'll realize that you carry a piece of them inside your heart. That the time you spent together and the memory of them has and continues to shape you into the person that you are." Mikleo liked the way it sounded much more. "So?" He asked teasingly, "How did Yuri shape you?" Flynn just laughed. "Oh, patience and forgiveness, mostly." "He certainly strikes me as the kind of person that gets into trouble easily." "True. But mostly I meant forgiving myself." Mikleo paused, then turned to look up at Flynn. "What do you mean?" "Yuri likes to point out my flaws and mistakes. To tease me, mostly, but also to remind me that I'm only human." Flynn grinned self-effacingly. "Sometimes, even though I know better, I expect myself to make every decision perfectly, no matter the circumstances." "So Yuri reminds you to forgive your imperfections?" "Something like that. But also he's been with me through the worst times in my life and no matter how badly I screwed up or the times when I wanted to hate myself, he always forgave me. And even though I have issues with the way Yuri goes about some things, there's no one I trust more, nothing I have more faith in than him." He smiled at Mikleo, something warm and deep that was a lot like being wrapped in the sun. "I figure if someone like him can forgive me when I'm at my worst, then I could learn to forgive myself, too." The sheer faith momentarily took Mikleo's breath away. "That... that's an amazing sentiment. I can't imagine what that's like." Or admit that it made him a little jealous. "Really? Your relationship with Sorey seems quite similar." "Not quite to that level." "You're closer than you think," Flynn said, squeezing Mikleo's shoulder. "You just have to have as much faith in yourself as you have in Sorey." "That can be surprisingly difficult sometimes," he said ruefully. "I know. But that's why you need people like Yuri or Sorey in your life. Someone that will always remind you that, no matter how much you want to give up on yourself, you're still worthwhile." They lapsed into silence, Mikleo lost in thought. That brief pang of jealousy of the bond between Flynn and Yuri- unbreakable, irreplaceable -had faded at Flynn's words. What he and Sorey had was just as deep and strong, just different. And, more importantly, it was theirs. That revelation had Mikleo smiling to himself throughout the rest of clean up. ------------------------------------------------- "Excuse me." Yuri looked down at the hesitant voice addressing him from somewhere around lower-torso level. He recognized her immediately as Chester's little sister. "What's up?" "Um," she said, pressing her lips together and tugging at her skirt. "Can you braid my hair?" Yuri leaned down, hands braced on his thighs so he was eye level with Ami. "That's a weird thing to ask a random person." "Chester said he was gonna do it this morning but him and Cress got called off to do something else and I don't know when they're gonna come back." "There's plenty of women that can braid hair." At least Yuri was mostly sure of this. Ami's mouth twisted, looking much like Ted or Karol did when they were about to admit something they thought was childish and dumb. "When Chester or Cress braid my hair, they always hum or sing me songs and it's... not as comforting when it's a lady." Considering the issues that came up with her exoflection, Yuri didn't have the heart to deny her such a simple comfort. He stood upright. "Well, if that's the case I can't really help you. I've never braided my hair. But," he said as Ami's face fell, "I know someone perfect for the job." When the situation was explained to Flynn, he just nodded and began to remove his gauntlets. "In that case, we'll share the job. I'll braid your hair and Yuri can sing." "Why are you volunteering me for this?" Flynn merely lifted an eyebrow. "Seems fair considering you volunteered me." He noticed Ami's look of concerned and smiled warmly at her. "Don't worry, Yuri has a good singing voice though he hasn't done it much since we were kids. Please, have a seat and make yourself comfortable." He hadn't sung much because Flynn used to always watch him with an expression that made Yuri self-conscious. Not that he'd ever admit to it, of course. "I'll hum instead," Yuri announced before all but throwing himself down on the nearby couch, arms crossed behind his head and eyes closed. He heard Flynn ask Ami if she was ready and the little girl's quietly excited reply, then Yuri began to hum. It was one of Ranko's songs, one she said she sang as a duet. Flynn seemed to like it. A few bars into it, Yuri cracked an eye open and watched his friend comb his fingers through Ami's thick hair. From the small smile on Flynn's face, even with the slowed tempo Yuri hummed, he obviously recognized the tune. "How do you know how to braid hair?" Ami asked after a while. "I used to braid Yuri's when we were kids. Sometimes I put flowers and clovers in there." "Really? That sound so cool!" "I also used to help him put his hair in buns and twists, too." "Chester never does fun stuff with his hair and he won't let anyone but me play with it. How come Yuri lets you play with his?" Flynn didn't say anything but Yuri could practically feel the glance his way so Yuri said, "When I decided to grow my hair out, some older kids gave me a tough time about. They'd tease me, pull it, try to tangle it up." Ami made an angry sound. "Some boys did that to me, too, but Chester and Cress never let them get away with it." "Boys are the worst," Yuri said decisively. "They are! They stopped when one tried to put mud in my hair and I punched him in the nose. All the moms wanted Chester to punish me but he couldn't stop laughing." Yuri snickered and he heard Flynn chuckle as well. "Flynn would stick up for me, too. Once, though, one of 'em manage to cut a good three inches out of my hair. That was when Flynn started helping me put it up until I got big enough to fight 'em off myself." "I'm sorry. You have such pretty hair." "Thanks," Yuri craned his neck around to smile at Ami. Flynn was carefully sectioning out her hair on one side. "I talked Flynn into growing his out once but it kept turning into a tangled mess no matter what we tried. Even when it's short like that, he can't do anything with it." "I'm perfectly happy with my hair how it is," Flynn said dryly. "I know you are 'cause no one can tell you haven't brushed it." Ami giggled and Flynn tried to hide the twitching of his lips. "Aren't you supposed to be humming?" "Right, right." When Flynn had finished and handed Ami a mirror to look into, she gasped. "It's so pretty and fancy! Did you braid Yuri's hair like this, too?" A thick braid ran down each side of her head and where they met at the nape of her neck, he'd blended them into one. "No," Flynn said a little wistfully, "Yuri wouldn't let me get too creative with his hair." "But when the girls and young women in our side of town found out how well he braided hair, they came to him all the time to do theirs. Before festivals, there'd be an entire line of women waiting for him." Yuri snickered. "All the guys were so jealous." Flynn just rolled his eyes. "Not like they couldn't learn themselves." Yuri just snickered harder because that had never been the point. "Ami!" Elle half called, half sang as she came in, "finally got back from shopping, did you wanna- oh wow! Your hair is so pretty!" "Thanks!" Ami kicked her legs happily, beaming at her friend. "Flynn did it for me!" "You can do braids?" Elle asked with wide eyes. "My daddy would do it for me sometimes. Ludger tries but they always come out." "If I may," Flynn said, holding out a hand near Elle's hair and running his fingers through it when she nodded. "Hmm. Fine hair tends to have trouble staying up. Yuri's hair is thicker than yours but also pretty fine so I think can make yours work." "He said he can even put flowers in it!" Ami said. "Really?" Flynn laughed. "Why don't you two gather whatever flowers you want me to put in your hair? I can redo Ami's hair after I do Elle's." "Yay!" The girls bolted for the door. "Thanks, Flynn!" After a moment, Yuri sat up on the couch. "You're such a sap." "I may be." Flynn patted the seat Ami had vacated. "Want me to braid your hair while we wait?" "...sure, why not." ------------------------------------------------- He'd been floating on the edge of consciousness for some time before a knocking pulled him out completely. "Yuri? Have you seen Flynn? No one's seen him today." Groggy from lack of sleep, Flynn half-turned to his back. In part to pull out the strands of Yuri's hair that had gotten into his mouth before pushing himself from the bed. It really wasn't big enough for two men to sleep comfortably but neither had the bed at the Comet they shared right up until they joined the Knights. Flynn supposed it was a good thing they'd gotten used to sleeping piled on top of each other long before they reached the age when most boys found that degree of closeness to be awkward. He padded, bare foot, across the floor, putting on a shirt- Yuri's -as he went and scrubbing a hand through his unruly hair. When Flynn opened the door he found Ix there, staring at him with wide eyes. "Oh! Uh... sorry, did I wake you?" "It's fine." He'd worked on less sleep many times before. "Is there something wrong with your room? I know it can't be comfortable having to share a room with three other people. Sorry, Mileena didn't think there'd be so many of you when she made this place." Even with those that decided to stay on the Heimdallr with the Salvation Front, a lot of rooms had to double-up to fit all the exoflected. It was a good thing Yuri had picked one of the smaller rooms from the start, he didn't have to share with anyone but Repede. And now occasionally Flynn. "It's fine," he said again. Before Mileena had gotten around to exoflecting another bunkbed in one of the larger rooms, Flynn shared Yuri's bed. Just like old times. "And I enjoy my roommates." Sharing a space with Asbel, Hubert and Kor was a lot like living in the barracks before Flynn became an officer. It was kind of nice. A few had offered to give him a room of his own in deference to his rank but he'd been adamant about not turning this into a military operation or getting special treatment. "Then I'm interrupting something private." "Ix." When he looked up, Flynn just gave him a warm smile. "It's alright. There's nothing you need to worry about." Ix hummed, gaze dropping again and it took Flynna a moment to realize Ix's eyes were caught somewhere around sternum-level. Flynn looked down at the star-burst shaped scar on his chest- more of a burn, really -perfectly framed by the edges of Yuri's shirt. "Ah. That. I'm sure you understand," he told Ix with a faint smile, "it's better to risk your life than someone you love." His expression went pensive, something Flynn was quickly learning was fairly common on the young man. "It must have been painful." Flynn thought back about how hard it was to breathe, not just from taking Alexei's attack to his chest but from hearing that Yuri had gone missing, that he must have fallen off Zaude. How, day after day, ships and soldiers combing the ocean and shore would report back to him having found nothing. Then, one day, with his hope just a tenuous string, he'd gotten a letter from Estelle saying Yuri showed up in Zaphias, injured but well, and they were off to Zopheir to test a hypothesis of Rita's and for the first time in a week Flynn could breathe clearly. "Yes," he said softly, "but it was worth it." Ix gave a little huff of laughter. "I'm kind of envious how open you are about these things." "Well," Flynn looked over to where Yuri still lay on the bed, having scooted over to take up some of the space Flynn had vacated. "It took a lot of time and hardship to get to this point." He looked back at Ix and smiled. "But that was also worth it." When Ix's pensive look remained, Flynn asked, "Is something on your mind?" "I..." he bit his lip, visibly gathering his thoughts. "I agree that taking on danger in order to protect those I care about is worth the risk but... are you ever frightened about the thought that the person you care about thinks the same? That they'll take on the danger to protect you?" "Of course," Flynn said without hesitation. "If they weren't important to me, it wouldn't be frightening. It can be difficult, even painful, when they take that burden for me, but I'd imagine it hurts them just as much to see me take theirs. And because they're important to me, I have to respect their wishes. There is, however, a vast difference between respecting someone's wishes and allowing them to act thoughtlessly and recklessly." He sighed, memories bubbling up in the back of his thoughts as he spoke. "There may certainly be disagreements as to which side of that line someone's decision falls on." He gave Ix a gentle look. "However, while one's willingness to sacrifice themselves for the sake of others can be noble, I think it's better to protect each other and face the danger together." Ix's his smile was subdued but bright, something in his eyes settling more comfortably. "I'm glad you're here. Having so many unique and eccentric personalities can be fun but also really draining to deal with. It's nice to have more people mature enough to give open and sensible advice around." Flynn laughed quietly. "Well, I know not everyone appreciates that. But I'll endeavor to help out whenever you or any of the others need me." "Sure, just remember to take care of yourself, too. And let me know if you ever need anything. We're in this together, after all." Ix waved before retreating down the hall. Closing the door, Flynn shrugged out of the shirt before brushing Yuri's hair out of the way and sliding back into bed. "Wuzzit?" Yuri murmured, still mostly asleep. "Ix." "Wha'd he want?" "I think the shock of seeing me partially dressed in your room first thing in the morning made him forget to ask. Sorry. Pretty sure he thinks we're sleeping together." Yuri let out a soft, amused snort. "Not inaccurate." He turned his head, not enough to actually see Flynn but enough so Flynn knew he was irritated. "Yer lettin' the cold air in." "Move your legs, I'm about to fall off the bed." Yuri let out a put-upon sigh, shifting his legs enough so Flynn could tangle his own with them. They lay there, pressed skin to skin, one of Flynn's arms resting comfortably over Yuri's waist, breathing matched long and slow. After a while, however, Yuri said, "Can feel you thinkin'." "Sorry." "Don' be sorry. Sleep." "I don't think I can." "Still tired, aren't ya?" "Yeah," Flynn admitted. He started to move again. "But if people are looking for me, I should get up. There's plenty I could be-" "Nope," Yuri didn't move his face from the pillow but he grabbed at Flynn's wrist. "Yer nightmare's bad 'nough you came to me in th' middle o' the night, you need ta sleep in." Then, before Flynn could protest or argue, "Repede!" Almost instantly the bed dipped and Flynn looked down just as Repede settled his head heavily on Flynn's thigh. The man sighed, letting his head drop back down next to Yuri's. "Try'n move now." Yuri shifted just enough to send a smug, sideways look to Flynn. "Don't wanna disturb our sweet li'l puppy, do ya?" Glancing down at Repede, the dog merely stared back at Flynn, amusement clear in his one eye. Flynn sighed again, body relaxing. "You're both terrible." Yuri chuckled, drawing Flynn's arm further around him. "Love you, too." Flynn just pressed his face against Yuri's back, hiding a smile in his hair.

#i've been sitting on this for a couple days #making insignificant little changes until i finally got sick of looking at it #so enjoy or something #fluri #fic 2019 #tales of the rays #tales of vesperia #flynn scifo #yuri lowell #hubert oswell #ami burklight #estellise sidos heurassein #velvet crowe #mikleo #ix nieves #ludger will kresnik

[jimthenecromancer]

Name: Mint Adenade Age: 18 Occupation: High school student Residence: Lezareno Apartments Building Game of Origin: Tales of Phantasia

Description: A kind-hearted high schooler who generally gives off the mellow vibes in her friend group in an attempt to calm them down, Mint is always ready to lend a hand. While the rest of her friend group seems to have Problems™ with Dhaos, but Mint has a relatively friendly relationship with him. She’s part of the botany club at school, and can usually be seen taking care of the plants in her free time, if she’s not in the infirmary (where she also helps out). Mint lives with her mother, Meryl, but due to Meryl’s job often taking her out of the country, Mint is usually home alone. Mint tends to hang out with her boyfriend, Cress, and their other friends Arche and Chester. Mint is a very gentle soul, and intends on entering medical school after college.

Relations:

Immediate relatives

Meryl Adenade - mother

Other relations

Cress Albane - boyfriend 

Arche Klein - best friend

Chester Burklight - close friend

Ami Burklight - Chester’s sister who sometimes tags along

#character profile #character info dump #about sitcom au #mint adenade

[timefactor]

NOTE: Anything for Arc 2 and beyond is Japanese only.

Last Update: 08/18/2020

Names in parentheses indicate which playable character(s) join the party upon completion. As of this writing, this playlist contains: 

Arc 1

Prologue (Ix Nieves & Mileena Weiss)

Chapter 1 (Yuri Lowell & Repede)

Chapter 2 (Sophie)

Chapter 3 (Luke fon Fabre)

Chapter 4 (Sorey)

Chapter 5 (Jude Mathis)

Chapter 6 (Rutee Katrea)

Chapter 7 (Meredy & Keele Zeibel)

Chapter 8 (Stahn Aileron & Leon Magnus)

Chapter 9 (Lloyd Irving)

Chapter 10 (Velvet Crowe)

Chapter 11 (Cress Albane & Chester Burklight)

Chapter 12 (None)

Chapter 13 (Kanonno Earhart & Raine Sage)

Chapter 14 (Senel Coolidge & Veigue Lungberg) 

Event 1 (Tear Grants & Jade Curtiss)

Event 2 (Mikleo & Edna)

Event 3 (Milla Maxwell & Elize Lutus) 

Event 4 (Reid Hershel & Farah Oersted)

Event 5 (Rita Mordio & Raven)

Event 6 (Kyle Dunamis & Reala)

Event 7 (Colette Brunel & Guy Cecil)

Event 8 (Alisha Diphda)

Event 9 (Asbel Lhant & Cheria Barnes)

Event 10 (Emil Castagnier & Marta Lualdi)

Event 11 (Laphicet & Eizen)

Event 12 (Mint Adenade & Arche Klein)

Event 13 (Judas & Kongwai Tao)

Event 14 (Sara)

Event 15 (Ludger Will Kresnik & Julius Will Kresnik)

Event 16 (Leia Rolando & Haruka Amami)

[JP Only] Event 17 (Estellise “Estelle” Sidos Heurassein & Karol Capel)

[JP Only] Event 18 (Eleanor Hume)

Arc 2 - Mirrage Prison

Chapter 1 (Kocis)

Chapter 2 (Ruca Milda & Illia Animi)

Chapter 3 (Ludger Will Kresnik) 

Chapter 4 (Sync the Tempest)

Chapter 5 (None)

Chapter 6 (Kratos Aurion & Zelos Wilder)

Chapter 7 (Mithos Yggdrasill)

Chapter 8 (Kor Meteor & Caius Qualls)

Chapter 9 (None)

Chapter 10 (Spada Belforma)

Chapter 11 (Asbel Lhant)

Chapter 12 (Flynn Scifo)

Event 1 (Rose & Dezel)

Event 2 (Anise Tatlin)

Event 3 (Mithos Yggdrasill)

Event 4 (Alvin)

Event 5 (Pasca Kanonno & Kana)

Event 6 (Celcius)

Event 7 (Hubert Oswell & Pascal)

Event 8 (Lenneth Valkyrie & Rondoline E. Effenberg)

Event 9 (Magilou)

Event 10 (Asch the Bloody & Natalia Luzu-Kimlasca Lanvaldear)

Event 11 (Barbatos Goetia)

Event 12 (Shirley Fennes & Chloe Valens)

Event 13 (Gaius & Muzet)

Event 14 (Kirito & Asuna)

Event 15 (Lailah)

Event 16 (Kohaku Hearts & Hisui Hearts)

Event 17 (Kanonno Grassvalley)

Event 18 (Genis Sage & Presea Combatir)

Event 19 (Hilda Rhambling)

Event 20 (Claus F Lester)

Event 21 (Judith)

Event 22 (Uzuki Shimamura & Ranko Kanzaki)

Event 23 (Rokurou Rangetsu)

Event 24 (Suzu Fujibayashi & Sheena Fujibayashi)

Arc 3 - Fairy’s Requiem

Chapter 1 (Victor)

Chapter 2 (Emil Castagnier)

Chapter 3 (None)

Chapter 4 (Milla Maxwell)

Chapter 5 (Kocis)

Chapter 6 (Loni Dunamis & Nanaly Fletcher)

Chapter 7 (Asch)

Chapter 8 (Malik Caesar & Richard)

Chapter 9 (Kunzite & Lithia Spodumene)

Chapter 10 (Fractured Milla)

Chapter 11 ( Karia Nevan & Atwight Eks)

Chapter 12 (Harold Berselius)

Chapter 13 (Ion)

Chapter 14 (Richter Abend)

Chapter 15 (Karyl Sheedan)

Chapter 16, Part 1 (Nazar)

Chapter 16, Part 2 (Mecuria)

Event 1 (Rubia Natwick)

Event 2 (Alisa Illinichina Amiella, Claire Victorious, & Philine Strigidae Volare)

Event 3 (Dhaos)

Event 4 (Allen & Zephyr)

Event 5 (Rowen J Ilbert)

Event 6 (Elrane)

Event 7 (Zaveid)

Event 8 (Marcus Grimm)

Event 9 (Dymlos Timber & Pierre de Chaltier)

Event 10 (Claude C. Kenny & Rena Lanford)

Event 11 (Annie Barrs)

Event 12 (Duke Pantarei)

Event 13 (None)

Event 14 (Patty & Chat)

Event 15 (Philia Felice & Garr Kelvin)

Event 16 (Grune)

Event 17 (Ange Serena & Beryl Benito)

Event 18 (None)

Event 19 (Lazaris)

Event 20 (Mao & Eugene Gallardo)

Event 21 (Norma Beatty)

Event 22 (None)

Event 23 (None)

Event 24 (None)

Event 25 (Shizel)

Event 26 (Tilkis Barone & Arria Ekberg)

Event 27 (Creed Graphite)

Event 28 (Gintoka Sakata, Kagura, Toushirou Hijikata, & Sougo Okita)

Event 29 (None)

Event 30 (Lilith Aileron & Rimul Aileron)

Event 31 (Alice & Decus)

Event 32 (Little Queen)

Event 33 (None)

Event 34 (Yuan Ka-Fai & Martel Yggdrasill)

Event 35 (Mary Argent & Bruiser Khang)

Event 36 (Shigure Rangetsu)

Event 37 (Ricardo Soldato & QQ Selezneva))

Event 38 (None)

Event 39 (Anzu Futaba & Kirari Morobishi)

Event 40 (Dist the Reaper)

Event 41 (Dio & Mel)

Event 42 (Agria the Shadowless & Symonne)

Event 43 (Ines Lorenzen)

Event 44 (Will Reynard)

Event 45 (None)

Arc 4 (Last Cradle)

Chapter 1 (???)

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NPCs

Ami Burklight

Marian Fustel

Quickie

Noishe

Claire Bennett

Quppo

Pippo

Poppo

Mieu

Coda

Tenebrae

Aster Laker

Ba’ul

Teepo

Rollo

Bienfu

Morgrim

Rays-Original Ion Replica - Libera

Future / Unknown

Morrison (Which one not specified)

Lundgrom

Ilene Rembrandt

Chelsea Torn

Max

Ras

Fortuna

Regal Bryant

Tytree Crowe

Saleh

Agarte Lindblum

Milhaust Selkirk

Moses

Jay

Walter Delques

Maurits Welnes

Schwartz

Peony Upala Malkuth IX

Van Grants

Arietta the Wild

Original Ion

Gelda Nebilim Replica

Forest Ledoyen

Lukius Bridges

Hermana Larmo

Hasta Ekstermi

Mathias

Thitose Cxarma

Alexei Dinoia

Kurt Bessel

Victoria

Chalcedony Akerman

Gall Gruner

Heldalf

Sergei Strelka

Artorius Colbrande

Unnamed Characters (Present in the story but identities not revealed yet. May be characters in previous list)

2 Eternia characters

1 Symphonia character

2 Tempest characters

1 Vesperia character

2 Hearts characters

2 Xillia characters (Representing both games)

1 Zestiria character

2 Berseria characters

Speculated (Namco has teased the possibility of including characters from these obscure Tales games)

Julio & Caro from Narikiri Dungeon 2 & 3

Ruru & Mika from Tales of Breaker

By extension, this could also include characters from Tales of Commons & Tales of Wahrheit?

#tales of #tales of the rays #tales of vesperia #tales of graces #tales of the abyss #tales of zestiria #tales of xillia #tales of destiny #tales of eternia #tales of symphonia #tales of berseria #tales of phantasia #tales of destiny 2 #tales of the world #radiant mythology

[ottos-art-stash]

What else am I supposed to think with all those death flags flying around?

Bonus:

#tales of phantasia #persona otto #chester burklight #cress's parents #ami burklight #unnamed npcs #if they don't look right it's because i didn't remember what they looked like

[tales-of-transparent]

Transparent Ami! Feel free to use.

#Tales of #Tales of Phantasia #Ami Burklight #Transparent #Original #Source: Tales of Card Evolve #Type: Default

[friendlytalesreminders]

Friendly reminder that Chester finds the body of the only family member he has left (◕‿◕✿)

#tales of phantasia #chester burklight #ami burklight #friendlytalesreminders

[sakuraswordly]

#tales of phantasia #chester burklight #ami burklight

[love-fireflysong]

Hey hey hey! Trope #3 is in the bag baby! Nothing exciting to note about this one, except that poor @jesus-hotsauce-christmas-cake guessed the number while hoping for some more chrashley. And instead she landed on one of the Tale of Phantasia prompts (I’m so sorry, oops!)

For anyone that would like to read it on ao3, here ya go: What are Rivals if not Friends in Disguise and for the rest, the fic is under the cut.

What are Rivals if not Friends in Disguise

Trope: Rivals Fandom: Tales of Phantasia Characters: Chester Burklight, Cress Albane Words:  2036 Rating: General Author’s Notes: Let’s do a ToP story to mix things up a little! Just a little of Chester and Cress growing up together and trying to one up each other like all the time. Ah friendship rivals, what would we do without them.

For as long as Chester could remember, Cress had been his best friend. The two of them would run together, play together, train together, and fight together. Most of their friendship was based on trying to one up each other honestly, trying to prove who ran the fastest or was strongest. And for a long time Chester had thought that that would be his life, trying to prove that he was better than Cress.

And then Chester’s parents died and his life as he once knew it had spiralled out of his control.

One day he was a simple ten year old boy whose only mission in life was to play with his best friend and tease his sister, and the next he was an orphan with a five year old sister to take care of, a house that now seemed unbearably empty, and the bow in his right hand that was the only reminder he had of his mother. Gone were the days of carefree play, now when he woke up it was make breakfast, wake Ami, clean the house, go shopping, make lunch, fumble his way through trying to patch up a hole in his shirt, wash the blood from the shirt when he inevitably stabbed himself, make supper, clean up the house, and tuck Ami into bed, before falling asleep himself.

Not that the other villagers hadn't tried to help out of course. Cress's mother Maria came over as often as she could to teach him how to sew and bandaged his fingers every time he screwed up. Gloria from across town would usually drop off some leftover stew or the extra bread she had made by accident. Whenever he stopped in to buy groceries from Goalie, Findley always seemed to have a sale going on that let Chester buy far more than he should have with the ten gold he had been able to scrape up from doing odd jobs around Toltus. And anytime he had to go and wash the clothes in the stream that cuts through town, Ruth almost always materialized next to him with her own family's laundry to do and help him out. They tried to make it seem like it was always chance that they needed his help with some trivalty, but Chester knew better: they pitied him and thought he couldn't do it, that he wasn't strong enough to take care of the only family he had left.

But it was fine. The only thing that mattered was trying to give Ami some semblance of a normal life, even if he almost always managed to burn supper just a little bit and tended to miss sweeping the corners of the room. He tried, and he knew that the others thought they were helping so he swallowed his pride and accepted the help anyways. If it made Ami smile then it was worth it in the end in his point of view.

The worst thing about all this though was he couldn't hang out with Cress anymore. Not that Cress had a whole lot of free time either now. Since his tenth birthday, training with the sword had only ramped up and now all his time seemed to be spent running through drill after drill, and strengthening his body so he could do more and more physically demanding artes. And everytime he came by to show Chester the newest move he could now accomplish, Chester burned with jealousy and hated that though the two of them had once been on even playing fields with almost everything, he was quickly falling behind.

And so, one night months later, Chester found himself grabbing his mother's bow from where it had been gathering dust against the wall by his parents bed and sneaking out into the area behind the house. Earlier on in the evening he had set up some targets facing the stream, and with the heavy and familiar—yet almost forgotten—weight of the quiver on his back, Chester took his stance that his mother had drilled into him over and over again all those years ago. He tried to pull back the string on the bow and was horrified to find that it was almost impossible. Had he really lost so much strength in so little time? Taking a deep breath and centering his weight, Chester tried again and while this time he was able to pull it back a bit further, it was still not nearly enough to successfully shoot an arrow five feet, much less the twenty he needed to hit the target.

Terrified that he had really fallen behind that much, Chester stole into his house, and careful not to wake Ami, uncovered the bow that he had been using months ago, the one that his father had helped him build for his eighth birthday. And a couple of quick test pulls from the safety of his room revealed to his utter relief that while he wasn't able to draw it back with quite as much ease as he used to, it was still about to pull it back fully. His mother's bow had just been too big for him, he had to get stronger first before he could use that one. And he would, he promised that he would get strong enough to not only draw that bow to its full potential, but protect Ami as well.

The first night of his training was terrible though. While the first shot he takes does fly from the bow, it lands much too short from the target. The second he overcompensates with power and it flies wide and lands into the river with a soft plop. The third and fourth and all the ones after that are all the same. While some started to land closer and closer to the targets he had placed, none of them actually hit the targets in question. It isn't until he moves the target much, much closer that he's able to finally land one; the accomplishment fills him with as much relief as it does horror. He can't believe he fell so far in such little time. Nonetheless, he continues his practice and when he finally does go to bed that night with the moon high in the night sky, it's with his arms and shoulders burning from the overexertion and he revels in it.

He can't control the fact that he has no family other than his sister anymore, and he can't control that he has been forced to grow up in so little time. But this, this he can control. He can control the flight the arrow takes through the sky and so he will.

From then on, his days are spent much the same as they were since he lost his mother and father, but now he takes time to oil and polish his mother's bow so it will be ready for him to use one day. And on the days he has the time, he will spend it with Cress in the dojo, training his body to its full potential. He races with Cress every chance he can get now, whether it is to the well or to Goalie to the forest's edge. They have challenges over who can carry the most logs or the most water. Over who can do the most push-ups. Find out who the strongest and fastest of them is. And sure, he tends to lose more often than not now, but whether Cress realizes it or not, Chester refuses to fall behind again.

The first time he tried to go out hunting again with the others was a challenge. Not because the hunt itself was hard or dangerous, but because he's worried about leaving Ami all alone for the entire day. She's only seven now after all, still far too young to be left home alone. And yet, she shoves him out the village walls, cheeks adorably puffed out in anger and hands on her hips when tells him not to come home without food. He worries the entire time, but his aim is true and manages to fell a small boar that the others let him keep as a trophy for his first kill in far, far too long. It's a feeling he missed, the thrill of the hunt and hunting with his best friend alike, and when he arrives back home it's to the house even more spotless than when he’d left that morning and stew bubbling happily away on the stove. He later finds out that a couple of other women, Maria and Gloria included, had come over when Ami had begged and pleaded that they show her how to cook and clean properly so that Chester doesn't have to all the time. And while he certainly does continue to take a majority role in keeping the house, knowing that Ami will be safe and can easily take care of herself while he's gone is a load off his back.

The promise of a hot meal when he gets back certainly helps as well.

Over the next few years, Chester learns many things through his rivalry/friendship with Cress. He's definitely the faster of them for one—even when Cress isn't wearing his sword or armour—but Cress has the stamina. Chester will tire out the quicker of them when traveling long distances, while Cress will just happily continue ahead for another few hours without realizing that he had tired out a long time ago. Chester also finds a humorous rivalry with Cress for Ami's affections, but he's pretty sure that that one is a little more one-sided considering that Cress isn't even aware of the huge crush that his best friend's little sister has on him.

It is the day after his fifteenth birthday though that Chester stands in front of the bow that was once his mother's. Gingerly he picks up the smoothly polished wood, gleaming in the sun coming through the window, and restrings it with the care and reverence that he feels this bow deserves. And taking a deep breath, he gives a couple of test pulls and finds that the wood bends easily in his hands, much easier then when he had first tried pulling it nearly five years ago. Pleased with that much at least, Chester ruffles the top of Ami's head as he leaves the house, letting her know that he's going to be spending the day hunting in the nearby forest with Cress and to try not to burn down the house while he's gone. She sticks her tongue out at him, but reminds him to be safe and try to be home for supper that evening.

When he meets Cress at the edge of the village, Cress notices the new and much larger bow on his back with upturned eyebrows but says nothing about it, instead starting to stretch his limbs for the race that they both know is coming. Chester stops by him and with a shared grin, the two of them get ready with a runner's stance before racing each other to the forest as fast as they can. Unsurprisingly to both of them, Chester pulls ahead quickly but starts to flag after a few minutes giving Cress a chance to catch up with his slower but more steady pace.

It only takes them another ten or so minutes to reach the forest, which Cress reaches first by pulling out a burst of speed he had saved away at the very tail end of the race. Chester joins him only a few seconds later, and the two of them are gasping for air as Chester throws his arm over Cress's shoulder congratulating him on his win, but letting him know that he'll get the next one. Cress only laughs, and accepts the water pouch that Chester holds out, taking the victor's swig before handing it back so Chester can do the same. Once they manage to catch their breaths, the two of them ready their weapons and stalk into the forest for prey.

The first shot that Chester makes with his mother's bow flies straight and true, and further then he could have ever possibly imagined.

#my writing #pride month prompt challenge #tales of phantasia #Chester Burklight #Cress Albane #this one feels a little awkward to me but i tried #hopefully the next one comes out better!

[jimthenecromancer]

Name: Chester Burklight Age: 17 Occupation: High School Student Residence: Lezareno Apartments Building Game of Origin: Tales of Phantasia

Description: A high school student who’s generally easygoing until he’s put in the same room as his girlfriend/argument partner, in which case the two will get in some form of competition or friendly argument almost immediately. He’s Cress’s best friend since they were kids, and he absolutely knows his little sister has a giant ass crush on Cress, but he refuses to say anything about it. It’s funnier that way. He, Cress, Mint, and Arche tend to hang out together either as a group of four or individually, but it’s rare to see any of them without the company of at least one of the others. Chester is also part of the archery club at school, and has to deal with Arche showing up and making comments at every single practice. He and Ami currently live with their uncle, Claus, as their parents are generally away due to business. Their family home is in the rural area where Colette’s family lives, but like her, Chester and Ami wished to go to school in the city.

Relations:

Immediate relatives

Ami Burklight - sister

Unnamed parents

Extended family

Claus F. Lester - uncle

Other relations

Arche Klein - girlfriend

Cress Albane - best friend

Mint Adenade - close friend

Milard Rune - Claus’s girlfriend

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[askswordmasteralbane]

still preserves the doll you made ​​ami?

I still hold onto the doll that Ami made me, if that's what you mean!

Aww, that's sweet of you, Cress!

(I don't want to imagine what Chester would do to me if I didn't,  anyway...)

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