#elincia support

[randomnameless]

Re-about Eirika and stuff

Remember when Seth asks her to run away and flee when Jehanna is besieged? Of course Eirika refuses, she is a FE Lord. The situation is dire, she will stay, thinks of her brother but says this :

“No. I will not retreat. If I give up now… My brother would not forgive me. I’m the princess of Renais. I will fight, either to victory or to death. Brother, I…”

Imo, Eirika would likely apologise to Ephraim for “dying” here since they made a promise to reunite and see each other alive again, and Seth said they’re basically going to die, but she’s going to fight “either to victory or to death”.

Of course on the Ephraim route Eirika’s bravery is a bit more subdued since we don’t see her that much, and she keeps on remembering how Seth and Ephraim used to protect her a lot back then, and yet Ephraim has this line about her when he hears Jehanna’s castle fell :

We’ll make it. Rest easy on that. Eirika is my sister. That one will never lay down her blade. And I am Eirika’s brother. There is no way I’ll let my sister die!

bar the usual “I’m not letting my sister die”, Ephraim knows she’s never going to lay down her blade, she’s going to fight.

Ephraim is also sure she will fight “long enough” - against the main crux of the Grado Army, aka severely outnumbered !! - for him to make the trip from Grado to Jehanna.

Honestly coming from this, the brother who knows his sister can fight and relies on her, to Mist being a potted plant in FE Tellius felt like a downgrade.

The plot still has Eirika being rescued by her brother twice during the events of the game because it’s a FE plot, but watsonian wise, Eirika is as much of a fighter as Ephraim is, and the one who sings her praises is Ephraim himself.

#random thoughts #Eirika stuff #I like how she's a clear prototype of Elincia #even if imo Eirika is way more harsh than her at times #and yet unlike FE Tellius the one who supports her the most is the main lord himself #Ephraim's both saying he's never going to let her die but also #she's his sister there's no way she's going to die that easily #not because they share DNA but because he knows her #after FE 8x2 seeing positive sibling interaction like this is really cool #FE8 #Magvel stuff

[anankelotus]

Sir, You’re Not Allowed to Lick the Oil Paintings [Team 4 Steel Round]

His head swims at the scenery shifts around him, until a grand hall like arena seems to appear before them. It’s beautiful for sure, but he’s only filled with unease and worry as he stares at the strange painting like enemies that they are meant to face.

He does not seem to be able to attack with any sort of magic any more, nor those he feel the ability to use that warm faith magic coursing through him. Instead, he has been gifted a lance. It’s a beautiful weapon, if a weapon can be called beautiful. He stares at it and it seems to fill him with an intense longing for something, though he can’t quite place what. Perhaps it is the reminder of Cadros, a longing for a lover long past him, who used lances and... ah, so this is what his dreams had conjured for him, he thinks as he finally notices the mount that he sits atop. A pegasus, like those who had once flown in Valla’s bright blue skies. He feels like crying, but he can’t allow himself to get sidetracked by memories of someone who had been long gone.

Anankos gains 2 HP from Renewal! | Anankos HP= 6/10

He feels steadier suddenly. Ah, so he seemed to have some sort of self healing ability. Good. Then he would not have let himself hold back his allies. His grip against the lance is pale as his hands shake. He can do this. He tugs gently on the pegasi’s reins, guiding it quickly towards the enemies they are facing.

He tries to remember what it was like to watch Cadros fight with his lance atop his trusted steed. The memories are blurry, corroded from being far too long for anyone to properly and the insanity that had been suffered, but the image itself is clear. With a careful spin of the lance - he has never handle one before, and hopes dearly that he won’t end up stabbing himself - he stabs at one of the paintings that seems to resemble the emptiness of a mind that has been taken over by the darkest of plagues.

Anankos attacks using Wishblade! Roll 1d20+8= 19! Hit! | Portrait of the Void HP= 6.5/10

Just as swiftly, he manages to dodge out of the way of the painting’s counterattack. It seemed easy upon a pegasi, being able to dart and flee from attacks, compared to depending upon his own feet. Though, how was a painting supposed to attack you to begin with?

Portrait of the Void counterattacks with Prismatic Colour! Roll 1d20-16= -9! Miss! | Anankos HP= 6/10

With the speed of his mount, he feels as though he is able to get away with a second attack and jabs the lance towards the painting once again, sharp point ripping into the weak canvas.

Anankos follows up with Wishblade! Roll 1d20+8= 23! Hit! | Portrait of the Void HP= 3/10

He breathes a sigh of relief, and turns to his allies, shouting a nervous call of advice as he gestures at the painting he has just finished his small rampage on.

“If I may, this one seems to be on it’s last legs so you could say! I believe that one or two more attacks may finish it off! Sorry for ordering you, you absolutely do not have to follow my commands if you don’t wish, but I do not want to see anyone get hurt again! So please, everyone be careful...” He mutters the last part under his breath, barely loud enough for even himself to hear. He can’t bear seeing them get hurt, even if he hardly knows them outside of Julius. He simply wouldn’t be able to take it, and he is already close enough to breaking down. It would only take one more crack to break completely.

next: @disgracedvessel , @arcaeda , @amitieos , or @higaneion

#IC POSTS #IC: I WISH I COULD STAY WITH YOU AND PROTECT YOU FOREVER #THREAD- SIR YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO LICK THE OIL PAINTINGS #THREADING: KILL ME AGAIN AND AGAIN FOR ALL ETERNITY. I ONLY WANT FOR YOU TO BELIEVE ME #SUPPORTS: YOU NEED TO KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO BE LOVED #SUPPORT: JULIUS #SUPPORT: CAEDA #SUPPORT: ELINCIA #SUPPORT: LILINA #𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑬𝑺𝑺 𝑷𝑬𝑮𝑨𝑺𝑼𝑺 𝑲𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 | 𝑺𝑼𝑷𝑷𝑶𝑹𝑻: 𝑪𝑨𝑬𝑫𝑨 #𝑩𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑩𝑳𝑼𝑬 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑴𝑨𝑮𝑬 𝑲𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 | 𝑺𝑼𝑷𝑷𝑶𝑹𝑻: 𝑳𝑰𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑨 #𝑬𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑳𝑫 𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑬𝑺𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑳𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 | 𝑺𝑼𝑷𝑷𝑶𝑹𝑻: 𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑰𝑨 #𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑬 𝑾𝑯𝑶 𝑩𝑬𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑶 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑺 | 𝑺𝑼𝑷𝑷𝑶𝑹𝑻: 𝑱𝑼𝑳𝑰𝑼𝑺 #EVENTS: WITH LIGHT FROM THE LAND OF RAINBOWS #EVENT: WINTER ARENA 2022 #toaarena2022winter #DISGRACEDVESSEL #HIGANEION #ARCAEDA #AMITIEOS #ANANKROS

[swiftlance]

"Nephenee? Oh goodness, it really is you!" Elincia rushes over to the young lady, face clearly alight with joy. She rushes over to the solider, clasping Nephenee's hands in her own. It's been such a long time since they've been face to face that Elincia forgets herself a little. "Have you been keeping well? I had no idea you were coming to Fodlan or I would have prepared a welcome party! You'll come enjoy a spot of tea with me, won't you?"

"Ah, forgive me. I seem to have taken flight of my manners! I'm simply thrilled to see a familiar face," she lets go of Nephenee's hands, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Her face flushes slightly, embarrassed that she had been quite so overzealous. "Please, let me know if there is anything at all I can do to help you settle in, my friend."

Maybe she'll try her hand at fishin', when she's done trainin' with her squad. Another family back in Melior always sold the best fish on market days. She wouldn't mind a little bit of home where she could find it; 'sides, food always tastes better when you've caught it yourself.

Nephenee's still contemplating the lake when a joyous call rouses her from her stupor. She'd heard Queen Elincia'd found her way here. That was part of the reason Nephenee left home--trouble seems to follow the Queen no matter where she travels. A familiar face might prove mighty fine company in a strange land.

She remains silent while Elincia speaks, though she can't fight the smile spreading across her face. "Ah, horsefeathers, Majesty. I don't need no party or nothin.'" An answering flush rises in Nephenee's own cheeks. To think, Queen Elincia would throw a country girl a party!

"I'm doin' just fine, thank you. Glad to see you're well 'n whole. Tea sounds fine." Already she feels more at ease with a piece of home at her side. Now if only she could remember everythin' Calill instructed 'bout dinin' in fine company.....

#support: elincia #ya wanna talk to me? [asks] #!!!!!! thank you for sending

[hresvelged]

(o・・o)/

You've been on a number of excursions with Elincia by now— Whether it be a result of pure happenstance or otherwise, such is the way you've gotten to know her. You would not sooner forget that glorified stage of dancing and whimsical presences with spotlights of hidden intents. At least, that is how you viewed it.

She tends to speak pleasantly, encouraging those around her. You know both a professor and a ruler must understand their people, even if you yourself take a much more blunt and strict approach. You have no reason to change.

One day, you saw her enter the Black Eagles classroom. Your first assumption was a mere visit or an assessment of their agenda. But then, she stayed. You haven't had a chance to ask why she changed, but you wonder what kind of reply you would get.

When you find yourself in her classes, you note every move and stance with her sword. It's a skill you yourself desire to continue honing— With experience like hers, no doubt would hands-on training benefit you.

#( asks ) #( support: elincia ) #amitieos #thank you nic :D

[foreversnightmare]

(o・・o)/

opinions of you - open

Elincia was rather nice company to have around. Freyja often wonders how she is doing, and tends to usher bad dreams away from her. Its crazy to think that despite the way Freyja acted towards her-- she still showed nothing but kindness.

In a way, it reminded Freyja of her brother's words about humans. How each and everyone were different in their own way, that they reacted to events differently-- She saw it once before her death, and now she sees it again.

Elincia gets a pass in her book, perhaps Freyja will pay her a visit again sometime.

#ask meme | dream never ending #support | elincia #// except she wont because the moment shes sees either lif/thrasir shes walking the other way </3

[daeificatio]

Professor? I'm worried I'm a little lax on my students with discipline but I don't want to make their lives any harder. How do I achieve a fair and healthy balance between being understanding and compassionate and making sure they actually learn and grow. Best regards, Elincia :) P.S. Here's some cookies, I baked them for my class and these were leftover! Please enjoy them I know you must be working very hard!

Try to talk more with your students, check if they feel overloaded or if things are too loose. Communicate with them more and find a balance based on their feedback. Thanks.

Other teachers seeking advice from him...that was odd, considering how many of those were leagues more experienced than him, but if he could help them in one way or another then he was fine with it.

Mmmm

Cookies...

#advice box #[ support ] elincia

[blaydiud]

[ 1180 Glasses ] - Oversized glasses with unique frames formed in the shape of the year “1180”.

Elincia's hand clasps itself around Dimitri's wrist, a gleeful smile on her face. With a small tug and clear of her throat she grabs his attention.

"Dimitri! You're looking as dapper as ever! Let's go get a photo together, okay?" Their friendship had been strained slightly since her departure from the Blue Lions. It had seemed most appropriate to give him time and space at first. Now it felt like enough time had passed to remind him - in technicolour, if need be, that he would always be one of her dearest friends. "Look, they have all these fun props too! I love these glasses, they're so..." Stylish definitely wasn't the word. "Unique!"

She picks out a bright, cyan pair; a memento of her time in his class. No other colour would do, really. With one hand on her hip and the other pointing directly at him, she all but orders him.

"Get ready to strike a pose, Dimitri! I intent to savour this moment for the rest of my life."

It’s not like they had fought or anything- the opposite really. Nothing significant had happened, because students changing classes, mainly those that are not from Fódlan and therefore have nothing rooting them to a specific house, was a normal thing. It would be childishly petty of him to hold resentment over something like that. No, it wasn’t resentment. Nothing close to that.

Rather, it was a mixture of guilt and shame, perhaps embarrassment. She did it because she wished to grow into a complete ruler, yet a small part of Dimitri’s mind was stuck in an eternal loop that perhaps she did it because she was disappointed in him, because he hadn’t done enough as a classmate, friend or leader. That he just wasn’t enough and therefore didn’t deserve her company or time. That it was his fault.

It was stupid, he knew that wasn’t the case, yet there he was doing his best to not flinch as she lead him to the photography booth. That won’t do, you can’t behave like that. That’s not a behavior a future king should display, get it together. You’ll just upset her like that.

He grabbed the first pair of glasses within his reach.

Flash!

The pose had been done on a whim- Dimitri had never been good at dynamic posing that looked natural and not insanely awkward. "Uhm...I hope it looks good? My apologies if it did not but I am not very good at this..."

#toaball2022 #[support] elincia #[[ lincie....pleading eyes]]

[spearingskies]

Calling All Besties: KILL ❁ Team Ten Silver Round

Just as they start getting close to making serious progress against the Olifend or whatever it was called, the end of the round is announced and the weird machination poofs into thin air.

As does Hinoka’s horse, sending her falling flat on her butt.

Rude.

The result leaves her with mixed feelings. On the one hand, she should be glad that the danger to her and her allies is gone, even if temporarily. On the other, come on, she wanted to punch that thing in its stupid metal face.

Speaking of punching. She gives up on the sword and the spell, both of which she used exactly once, and instead grabs herself a pair of knuckles - sturdy, strong, fashioned in the shape of dragon claws. Interesting. Hopefully she has a chance to see if they live up to their design.

They do need to keep up with the healing too, though. Illusions or no, they hit hard. Hinoka, still soaked from head to toe with the magic-infused downpour that the Olifend unleashed on her multiple times, will be the last person to doubt the realness of the injuries that they suffer.

A new Whatever That Is appears, accompanied by two phantom Monks, and once again, the princess does not care for them quite yet.

Hinoka heals Farina with Physic: 1d20=7, +2 HP. Farina HP: 4 → 6 Live to Serve: Hinoka HP: 4 → 6

Hinoka uses Rally Dexterity & Rally Luck on Farina

“A little better, at least for now... Alright, let’s get it everyone!”

> @amitieos @aubins @making-dough​

#amitieos #aubins #making-dough #calling all besties: kill ❁ thread ❁ #clear the way ❁ ic ❁ #mission season ❁ prologue ❁ #toaarena2022 #you too soar on feathered wings as you sing to your people of a new dawn ❁ support: elincia ❁ #shining coin your first calling; heart and skill both well worth the price ❁ support: farina ❁ #a caged bird never sings; remove your shackles and chant on as you fly ❁ support: yuri ❁

[knighteclipsed]

💤

This was... Elincia, right? After enough scrounging about, Valter had been able to find the stranger's schedule, and this one of the teachers he had.

...Judging from his constant fatigue, Valter makes a gamble to keep up the guise.

"Good morning, Professor Elincia," only needing to half-fake it for how exhausted he felt. "Don't worry about my assignment, I'll get it done soon."

#TOAaprilfools #[ ‘i will do as i please.’ ] (asks) #[ support: elincia ] #[ amitieos ] #// valter the only muse who has no clue who he's inhabiting

[freedomarrow]

"Good afternoon, Leonardo. Keeping well, I hope." Elincia holds an object behind her back, careful to keep it out of sight. The sheepish expression on her face gives her motives away far too easily though, along with the pale pink flush on her cheeks. She had never been skilled in deception, no matter the circumstances. "I want to apologise, it's a little later than planned but I couldn't simply ignore your birthday." Shifting uncomfortable on her feet, she slowly presents him the surprise she'd kept hidden.

It's a bunny rabbit. Not a live, wiggling one of course! It would be reckless to spring an animal on someone who may not wish to or be in a position to care for it. Rather, it's a stuffed animal, plush with cotton inside and extra squishy. She's a little embarrassed that some of her stitches can still be seen despite her best efforts to hide him but she is proud of his golden, crocheted scarf, embroidered with a little deer at the ends.

"He took a little longer to finish than I planned and I couldn't well offer him up headless. What on earth would that imply?" Nervously, she offers it to Leonardo with awkward laughter, hoping the gift doesn't seem insulting. That she hasn't committed an awful faux pas here. They'd had little time to speak, to find common ground and yet... the image of them both in that field of rabbits is etched into her mind. Maybe it's an olive branch, an offer of friendship extended with great sincerity.

"Happy belated birthday. I er... hope you like it. But if you don't, I'm terribly sorry. Please, do with it whatever you see fit."

Elincia's voice catches Leonardo off-guard, surprise clear on his face as he turns to look at her upon hearing his name - though he masks it quickly with a light, courteous smile. "I am, thank you. I hope so are you," he responds.

She brings up his birthday, and his brow quirks ever so slightly - oh. It has now been a couple days, and he had expected everyone to move on to the more important daily matters by now. To learn that she had spent so much time preparing something for him, makes him... well, a mixture of embarrassed, flustered, grateful and curious.

He cannot help but feel his smile brighten up, however, as she presents the gift to him; a stuffed rabbit plushie, soft to the touch, reminiscent of some of the earliest memories of his carefree childhood. "You made this by hand?... It's so cute," he chuckles, looking over it as it arrives to his hands, before holding it close to his chest similarly to how he would a puppy.

"There is no need to apologize, or anything," he assures her quickly. He is not entirely certain why she would feel the need to apologize to him - treating him like a child, perhaps? He does not see it that way and he would not mind a chance to finally be one again, if only for a moment, really. "I love it... And I appreciate you spent so much time on this for me. Thank you."

The smile he gives Elincia as he says it is the warmest one she has received from him yet. Maybe he could finally accept that it is time to move on from what once was.

#【 i have my orders ⁎ ic 】 #【 i grow fond of the faces around me ⁎ ask 】 #birthday #【 the light of your radiance blinds friends and foes alike ⁎ support: elincia 】 #((:pleading_face:)) #((thank you!!))

[encursed]

at the snap of a string

w/ @amitieos​

      IT'S A SECLUDED ENOUGH CORNER THAT VERONICA thinks she's safe. Though crimson eyes flit from one side to the other, scanning the area for anyone who could possibly see her. She wouldn't want any witnesses here, after all. And passing glances can’t be trusted.

      Once she's finally certain that she's alone, she relaxes, and sets the violin she brought with her upon her shoulder. Veronica can play the instrument, but to say she knew how to make music was… being generous. Still, she's learned the importance of being a cultured leader. Relearning the violin would bring her closer to the artists of her homeland. Each callous on her finger was a connection to them; a witness to their work. As it stands, however, her playing is… atrocious. It's almost a blessing that she’s alone.

      But things are never that simple, are they? No. Fate likes her fun. Which is why when Veronica swirls on the balls of her feet, her skirt swirling as her bow sweeps downwards, her eyes are met not with the blur of her surroundings, but with that of a familiar Crimean princess'. Because things are never simple; because she always ought to be mocked!

      "You—!" 

      The imperial princess bites back a curse as the lowermost string of her violin snaps beneath the tension of her pinky. She lifts her head to the sky, as though to curse the gods for this moment, and groans. "Wonderful. This is simply wonderful."

      Her face aligns with Elincia’s, red and blossoming with frustrated humiliation. Veronica lowers her violin. So potent is her annoyance that she can't find the grace to stop her sarcastic snarl. "NO, PLEASE. CONTINUE TO BOTHER ME! BE ENTERTAINED BY MY SUFFERING!"

#THREAD. at the snap of a string #SUPPORT. elincia #((MORE THROWBACKS??)) #((anyways dont take it personally elincia you were just the unfortunate witness to veronica's flop era)) #((she's not at lonely puppeteer (spring remix) level yet ok)) #((also god these just keep getting longer and longer)) #((i will be Concise i prommy))

[randomnameless]

You said it in the tags but you hit the nail on the head. When FE villains spouted racist, colonialism and imperialism BS in the past, you acknowledge they're villains and you don't have emotional attachments to them. That's the true problem with Egg: because the narrative paints a love story with the self insert and an imperialist dictator, yet refuses to ever engage with Egg or challenge her BS, prejudice, ignorance, the narrative allows her to go unchallenged and spout complete nonsense.

That's why I ultimately think even AM, as the story of Dimitri learning to accept and let go of his hatred, ultimately falls, even if at the end he offers his hand to Supreme Leader.

The game cannot allow anyone to challenge Supreme Leader, or call her out on the most horrible aspects of her character, it's all about "she started a war" and not "she's using Jackie, the baker who lived in the next house, as a regular part of her forces as he was turned in a demonic beast".

Basically, everything that happened in WC is swept under the rug, so even during that "parley" it's goes from "war bad" to "ideals" to "sandwiches" to "actually you're strong".

The means Supreme Leader used (and is still using)? Swept under the rug with the grace of a beluga roller skating - no references to her own people used as guinea pigs, her preventive assassination attempt or Supreme Leader's very own disregard for human life, nope.

Nabateans? Who cares. We only learn about them, and/or care in Tru Piss, and only because Supreme Leader think they're inhuman creatures who cannot live with humans since their ears are pointy.

If Dimitri argued during this phoney parley about his father's death, the Duscur genocide and even what Supreme Leader is thinking about Flayn who sekritly controls the world and has ugly pointy ears - if Supreme Leader gave her usual "no u" witty one liner and Dimitri just gave up on reasoning with her, then why not, he accepts he cannot get along with her on anything, but he will still try to find a way to - as he doesn't erase her at the end of AM.

But no, those things are never alluded to.

So since Elincia doesn't exist in this game to shut her up with her "You care nothing for the people, [Supreme Leader]. You cloak your desire to rule with pretty speeches, but it is petty avarice nonetheless!" we end up with a half baked product, where Rhea, in her S-support, wonders if she should live with people she cares about because she has an alternate form, and the avatar not even telling her that "nope, it doesn't matter if your ears are pointy or not".

Where Sonya's sisters will never be acknowledged, no one can mourn on screen the "disappearance" of Baldo and Waldi, nor try to find a cure to heal them, no. Duscur and the consequences? Off-screen (only to be more or less solved in AG!).

That's why I was legit surprised when FEH, the gacha game, challenged Supreme Leader through her FBs, with Lissa first and Mila second.

#anon #replies #i still think it worked for FEH because KT isn't behind it #Supreme Leader can look like a fool and Rhea can have fun just like Dimitri #there's no need to warp everything to make her look good #Clout sufered a bit from this though his B!Clout version just annoyed me #a friend foddered B!Lysithea who sprouted similar nonsense #i mean imagine an AM ending where Flayn is the Queen of Faerghus and is forced to support the uwu fest #'husbando she wanted to permanently remove me from the land because my ears are not round' #'she allied with people who turned my uncle in that spear you use and tortured Rhea for 5 years she can't even sit on warm rocks anymore' #'what kind of ideal was she pursuing bar the eradication of our race?' #i miss elincia so much plz IS make her return

[anankelotus]

Immortal Soldiers Find Their Way Home, But None Will Hear Their Story [Team 4, Silver Round]

He’s surprised that he isn’t dead yet, with all of the struggle they have gone through in these past few... goodness, how long had it even been? He can barely keep track of time outside of the nightmare they find themselves in now, let alone within it. His head spins, barely able to keep a handle on the reins of his mount. He just wants to go home, not just back to the academy, but back to his real home. Back to Valla. The Valla of the past, where he could be with Cadros, where he could be happy once again.

He longs for pale blue skies, and lush fields that he spent his days lying peacefully in. But what would remain for him if he returned now? Nothing, most likely. He was not even sure that the Valla he had known remained at all, even the ruins held no sanctuary anymore.

He doesn’t want to fight. He doesn’t want to have to fight anymore. He has never been a fighter. Before... before... he had never seen battle before everything. He had never held a weapon in his hands, he had never needed to. Even when he had been forced to fight, he had never used a weapon. His own body had been more than enough, claws and teeth that should have never been able to hurt anybody. And he had relied on magic since coming to the academy, until now. The lances that have been forced into his hands during the past few rounds of this hell make his traitor of a heart long, long for what could have been if he was a better person. In a happier world, he would have fought by Cadros’ side during whatever battles he had been forced to endure, both of them lances in hand, the bond they shared as a reinforcement to their strength.

But Cadros is not here, this is that not that world. He is alone, like he always has been. He is alone and he is stripped bare by the very gaze of the world itself, lost and scared to fight. He fears that he can’t do it and then-

Then he sees the enemy they are meant to be facing. The face it has chosen to wear and he screams before he can stop himself.

“You can’t do this! There is nothing for you in copying me! I’m weak and useless and I have no strengths whatsoever! I’m ugly and disgusting, I’m telling you there’s nothing! Nothing at all!” He screams as if his words will mean anything to this monster, screams until his throat is raw and he has no more words to even scream. He is... so weak.

And as if the foolish mimic is fed up with him, before he can continue his pitiful tantrum, he is frozen in place by what feels the pure gaze of his own horrid eyes staring back at him.

Mimic uses Many-Eyed Gaze! Roll 1d20+8: 18! Hit! | Anankos is Frozen!

He can’t scream, he can’t move. He can’t even avoid the attack aimed at him with his own weapon. The force of the attack is enough to shatter the ice, but it isn’t enough to save him. He’s as good as gone.

Mimic attacks using Gradivus! Roll 1d20+10: 25! Hit! (Critical Hit Because of Freeze!) | Anankos HP: 0/10

Miracle Procs! | Anankos HP: 0.5/10

Anankos counterattacks with Gradivus! Roll 1d20: 19! Critical Hit! | Mimic HP: 25/40

The last of his strength is used with a pitiful counterattack, though he’s sure that it seems strong to those around him, and as he slips from life - again, he’s died before, he has to remind himself, he’s died in that girl’s arms and burdened her with so much pain - he catchs a glimpse of blue hair, and the last of his strength is used reaching out a pitiful hand towards the sight, even though he knows he’ll never reach it.

“Cadros... don’t let me leave you again...” The world goes dark around him as he hits the ground, and though he knows he can’t die, no matter how much he wishes he could, the pain still resonates within him. It’s over. He knows that deep down. But he stills wishes he could have... fought a little bit harder to survive this time...

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#IC: I WISH I COULD STAY WITH YOU AND PROTECT YOU FOREVER #IC POSTS #THREAD - IMMORTAL SOLDIERS FIND THEIR WAY HOME BUT NONE WILL HEAR THEIR STORY #THREADING: KILL ME AGAIN AND AGAIN FOR ALL ETERNITY. I ONLY WANT FOR YOU TO BELIEVE ME #SUPPORTS: YOU NEED TO KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO BE LOVED #SUPPORT: JULIUS #SUPPORT: CAEDA #SUPPORT: ELINCIA #SUPPORT: LILINA #𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑬 𝑾𝑯𝑶 𝑩𝑬𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑶 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑺 | 𝑺𝑼𝑷𝑷𝑶𝑹𝑻: 𝑱𝑼𝑳𝑰𝑼𝑺 #𝑬𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑳𝑫 𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑬𝑺𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑳𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 | 𝑺𝑼𝑷𝑷𝑶𝑹𝑻: 𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑰𝑨 #𝑩𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑩𝑳𝑼𝑬 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑴𝑨𝑮𝑬 𝑲𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 | 𝑺𝑼𝑷𝑷𝑶𝑹𝑻: 𝑳𝑰𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑨 #𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑬𝑺𝑺 𝑷𝑬𝑮𝑨𝑺𝑼𝑺 𝑲𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 | 𝑺𝑼𝑷𝑷𝑶𝑹𝑻: 𝑪𝑨𝑬𝑫𝑨 #EVENTS: WITH LIGHT FROM THE LAND OF RAINBOWS #EVENT: WINTER ARENA 2022 #DISGRACEDVESSEL #ARCAEDA #AMITIEOS #HIGANEION

[laslow]

[CHASE] there’s a young boy under the church’s care that’s been getting into increasing amounts of trouble lately, and the church caretaker has had enough. but just as you see him get dragged by the ear for another lecture… he slips out and makes a run for it! he’ll not endure her tyranny any longer! tobias is a free child!!! enraged, the caretaker shouts at Elincia and Laslow to give chase— and bring that boy to justice!

The caretaker’s voice carries, loud and irate across the courtyard. Interrupting their quite cup of tea, Elincia watches as young Tobias sprints past them. A whirl of limbs and energy, she can’t help but be a little impress. And annoyed, when the woman barks orders at herself and her partner.

It had been a lovely cup of tea, whilst it lasted.

“I don’t think her idea of discipline is very effective,” the verdant haired queen says with a deep sigh. Tobias is a child, an orphaned one at that. Far more likely to respond positively to gentle encouragement and genuine kindness than shouting and anger. “We probably should find him before he gets himself in any more trouble. Maybe some time in class will give him an outlet for all that energy?”

Garreg Mach asks!

Garreg Mach's most infamous scamp has caused no end of mischief. Laslow doubts he's the only one sick of hearing the harried caretaker's raised voice constantly scolding Tobias.

Swordsman frowns, lunging across the table to steady the teapot upset by Tobias' sprint. Expression deepens when said caretaker turns her ire on Laslow and Elincia. Honestly, does this woman have no sense of romance? She's ruined a perfectly lovely not date!

"I agree with you, dearest Elincia," Laslow replies with a sigh. He stands in one fluid motion, extending a hand to help her up. "What a great idea! I was even younger than him when I first wielded a practice blade."

He rounds on the caretaker. "Aye, we'll help you. Only because I want Tobias to find some happiness here--you ruined our tea." Thoughtful pause. "...do stop yelling at the poor lad so much. He's lonely. Let him be a child, eh?"

With that, he begins jogging after the boy. "Tobias! Wait, you're not in trouble! Want to come learn sword fighting with Uncle Laslow and Auntie Elincia?"

#i'm in fine form today! [asks] #support: elincia #i think. ini is good with kids. laslow even more so #he's not a fan of hearing them being constantly yelled at/ignored/etc

[hresvelged]

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She takes Delancey’s words as a compliment- She may have no To-witter presence yet, but her name is a staple within the Adrestian Empire. Everyone there knows the next Emperor. “I’m afraid not. To-witter is new to me.”

With the registration screen now open, Edelgard begins to insert her phone number. She does so at a slow speed on the chance she happens to mistype. She can’t imagine what else to make her To-witter user information than the name she dons, and thus, opts to type in @edelgardvonhresvelg. To the point, but at least it’s clear who this account belongs to. That is her desire.

She is perplexed with the sight of an odd nothingness for a ‘profile picture’, hypothesizing that it must be a standard default. Turning back to Delancey, she nods in agreement: “It would look rather.. empty without a visual of myself. Thank you for the assistance.” Taking a good image on her phone evades her, but she will be sure to pick up on it sooner rather than later.

10,000 followers is a hefty number- Enough to make up something of a sizeable army, too. She can see the advantages in having a large following at her very fingertips. If the Imperial Princess can amass a following that size, perhaps it may prove much more useful than she had initially anticipated. “I see.. That’s quite the audience. It’s rather impressive. I expect you’ll be following me back, yes?” There’s a smile of confidence as she speaks, hopeful and wondering.

@amitieos

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[foreversnightmare]

Champagne: This isn’t a church-run event anymore, so the bar is open and flows freely. The waiter-mice might give you judging looks if you make a fool of yourself, and really, how low do you have to go to be judged by a mouse?

"Good evening, my lady. It's a pleasure to see you." Elincia hands the queen of the dokkalfr a crystalline glass of champagne. A jaunty melody floats upon the air as the miniature band plays. "Care to dance with me? It seems like a fun way to get these flowers to bloom!"

The queen had a sour look on her face , she stood off to the side as she scoffs at the others. What a party pooper-- Freyja leans against an empty part of the table. Most mousy waiters seem to puropusefully walk around her- maybe the mice could feel her overwhelming... anger.

And Freyja was very content to just sit there and grumble the evening away, yet here comes Elincia; drinks in her hands, even offering one to Freyja. She takes the drink, looking down at the glass. "Lady Elincia, thank you for the caring gift" taking a sip as she thinks about the offer given to her. Dancing isn't out of the ordinary for her- in fact it felt incredibly familar. "I hate to say I am not the best at dancing but I do not mind in joining you this evening."

#toaball2023 #IC | So unpleasant... #SUPPORT | elincia #( hii iihihiihihi )