#ᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ: ꜱᴘɪʀᴀʟɪɴɢ

[duskroine]

wave your hands and chant!

starter for @perfectionist-prince

Non - Mission Board Task: With the faculty called to arms, the students are grimly hopeful for yet another extended break in their studies. Unfortunately, the administration has other plans. Signups are now open for any student to hold a seminar of their own, teaching their unique fighting style and tips and tricks to any of their peers who attend. In the rush to leave, many faculty have already made attending one mandatory for passing their class, if not actually holding one of your own. Hopefully you can find someone you actually like…

Deployment led to empty classrooms and solemn glances, but surely, the professors had much more to this… absence, then meets the eye. Having arrived at such an academy was already exhilarating, but without the presence of guards and professors -- this was a blessing. Not to say that she was afraid of their judgement, no, her confidence wouldn’t crack at their questioning eyes. Instead, she felt great! As if her very veins had been pumped with sugar and -- wait, sugar wouldn’t do anything? BAH, anyway, she knew what she meant. 

A moment of true leadership and passion. The lack of a professor left her in charge. Ophelia Dusk, the heroine of the dark, will lead. She’ll be the teacher, for once.

The guard stares at her -- most likely with uncertainty swirling in his dark irises -- as she presses ink to parchment. Filing down her title and a for longing date. It’s quite obvious how excited the young girl is, from the way she bounces on the balls of her heels and keeps her bottom lip trapped between teeth. Truthfully, it’s the only thing stopping her from performing a grand speech, gesturing to every plan she has set for the seminar. Oh, how wonderful it’ll be.

Once she’s given the approval, Ophelia flashes a quick smile and a raised hand before dashing off -- for there are things to set into motion.

On the parchment, her seminar seemed inspiring. Teaching languages and improving one’s incantation work, except… the main purpose was drowned out in paired phrases and old tongue. Surely, someone can understand it, right? If not, then the guard must have given up earlier and simply let her run with the peculiar idea. Well, he’ll be fine! It’s not as if any beings will be harmed during her lesson, hopefully.

By the morning a day after her arrival, she’s already been lectured by three monks about her shouts and practice. 

“You’ll be disturbing anyone inside the church… If you --”

“Oh dear! I can only ponder upon such a realization, deepest atonement deserved as I think. Maybe, if the gods allow, a mage as myself can --”

The monk isn’t pleased nor smiling. “A simple apology will be fine, ma’am.” So, with a head hung low, Ophelia apologizes and sets off for a different approach. One that will place the monk in awe and dire need to pay her back! As guilty as she may seem, the heroine isn’t naïve. She knows just as much as anyone else, how much people would bow towards cooking. So, she makes a deal with some uncertain cook who happened to be in the kitchen the same time as her, and proposes that they grant Ophelia with pastries! By noon, the baked delights have been made and the cook is given a long… exhausting statement in gratitude.

What was their name again? Eh, didn’t matter that much -- she’ll find out later.

The monk is graced with sweets and, in return, agrees to her idea. A seminar is to be held outside the church, nearing the small post that she created prior. Fortunately, it’s only as she arrives to finish placing down hand-crafted targets, does she spy a certain figure. Despite her fainting memory, it doesn’t take long for her to realize who she walked upon. Someone related to the very prince she retains for. This someone being the son of Lord Xander!

“My eyes must deceive me, alas they never do --” the papers drop from her hand and something akin to a squeal falls from her lips “-- for it is you in my sights! Prince Siegbert, someone of royalty and strength beyond any regular man.” 

Not a moment passes before she’s already in front of him, holding his hand in hers for a handshake. Her hands are, without a doubt, smaller than his but that’s what only makes her even more enchanted. The very hands soon to wield his father’s blade, right? Oh how such an interaction is almost too rare ( except it isn’t and she’s exaggerating a bit ). “I am not aware of what brings you here, but I -- wait, is it my seminar?!” She, again, doesn’t give him a chance to actually reciprocate the handshake before she pulls her hand away and flails it in front of her in obvious excitement.

“No no, wait, this isn’t how fate had requested for us to meet again… please, do give me a moment to contain the flames of thrill in my mind.” A step back, deep breaths, then Ophelia smiles politely. “Crimson Ophelia, at your service! I am now positive that you have been brought here for the heroine’s seminar, which I shall give you the proper instructions to after a proper exchange of formalities!”

#perfectionist-prince #ᴀɴ ᴇxᴘᴇᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏɴʟʏ ɪ ᴏᴘʜᴇʟɪᴀ ᴅᴜꜱᴋ ᴄᴀɴ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴ! ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ! ( threads ) #ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴏꜱᴇɴ ʜᴇʀᴏɪɴᴇ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴇꜱ...ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀ ʙʟᴇꜱꜱɪɴɢꜱ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟ! ( starter ) #ᴡᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴᴛ! ( a thread ) #ᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ: ꜱᴘɪʀᴀʟɪɴɢ #ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛʟʏ ꜱʜᴀᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ. ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴋɪɴɢ. ( siegbert ) #{ AV I GRAB YOU AND } #{ sieggy sieggy time to be taught }

[ljosalir]

it’s called flying, not falling​

starter for @talysheart

Non - Mission Board Task: Flight has already been achieved by mankind in the form of simply riding on a pegasus or wyvern, but what about human-powered flight? A mechanic arrives in Garreg Mach with a strange contraption and a dream: to find a filthy rich investor to fund his forays into human flight. Having arrived during the Guardian Moon, he spins it as a way to recreate the Immaculate One’s first appearance. Now all he needs is some bodies–er, volunteers that know how to fall from tall heights to demonstrate and help him gather some useful data. Whether or not you’ll get that “financial compensation” he promises is another story… [Grants Flying +1]

/ Didn’t her brother tell her to quit being so… quick to trust people? /

Her lips twitch up into a polite smile, fern irises cast in a respectful stare as a hand reaches out in front of her. Sharena takes it, of course she does. Their hands couldn’t be more different. His, rough from calluses and scars while her own were soft and small. Clear of any signs of hardship. Or work. Or despair. It’s as if she was a noble healer instead of a hero -- she can’t blame him if he thinks of her as a mage. 

“You’re quite the lady to agree to such a deal!” 

“Mhm,” she hums, her fingers flexing around the muscle of his knuckles as he smiles. She returns it, she has to. A princess is obligated to form a friendly face. She has people she needs to please. To fit in with. Well -- the smile falters -- isn’t her title unknown here? 

If his words were a compliment, she must have missed it because she doesn’t thank him. Or the situation she’s in. Instead, she waits until her hand has been let go to bow. It doesn’t feel as weird as it should, but when he bows too, her worries fade into minor concerns. 

“Remember, this is just a simple test,” he leads her down the hallway with an unusual grin, “so there will be no guarantees of success.”

Sharena nods with a smaller smile plastered over her features.

“As well as no guarantees of assurance and aid after the first few takes.”

Another nod. Then a pause, just as his fingers curl around the door’s handle. She blinks, processes the words, then squints -- as if dumbfounded. “Uhm,” she pauses again, “what is that supposed to mean? The ‘no guarantee of aid’ part. Am I not going to be --”

“No no, you misunderstand my words!”

She blinks once more. Surely, she wasn’t finished speaking so… how did this man know what she was trying to say? Sharena waits for an explanation, gaze veering towards the handle in the man’s grasp. If he was thinking of one, he must have become impatient because he doesn’t answer her, and instead yanks open the door with little to no grace -- she’s not surprised, guessing from how weirdly he’s been acting up to now.

“Right this way,” his hand presses against her back and she’s being led through the exit. Well… pushed if not for her following along. Her steps seem shorter compared to his, and she has a bit of a hard time catching up to his pace. 

“H-Hey,” she bites back another stammer and exhales through her nose -- a small pout dancing across her lips, “shouldn’t we go to an area where everyone can see us? Just in case something, ya’ know, happens?”

/ It’s so easy for other heroes to be confident and strong. /

“Oh, nothing will happen! I’m sure of it.”

She doesn’t ask anything else, seeing as though it would only pass the man’s ears. It’s happened many times, not just in sight of the Askran princess, but the least she can do is listen. A gift she was granted unlike magic. Her ears are blessed with acuteness, no matter her bodily conditions. Hm, was this something she had that was special? Eh, not really but the thought tickles something inside of her mind so she entertains it. 

The mechanic’s words seem almost taunting, as if questioning if she was too cowardly to volunteer. Fortunately, she’s no coward. Nothing like it. Fear was a rational emotion, she isn’t the only one to bear it. Everyone does. So, with every statement, her smile only brightens. She’ll prove him wrong, she swears herself on it.

“Alright,” their steps falter to a stop, “so whatever’s underneath this sheet is supposed to make me fly?” Her response is an enthusiastic nod, and she can’t help the glimmer in her eyes. Truly, she won’t actually take flight, right? Fear doesn’t cheer in the pit of her stomach… it’s something else. Excitement? Awe? Worry? Either way, she attempts to calm it by bouncing on the balls of her heels.

“Ah! Wait one moment,” the mechanic leaves a quick pat on her shoulder before walking off -- a lady of blue standing amidst his path. Sharena glances at her and grants her a friendly wave, the edges of her lips pulling upwards into a warm smile. Albeit, a bit different than her expression beforehand. This one seems more… delighted? 

For a moment, she wonders what the woman’s doing out near this empty area of land. Despite their surroundings -- feet kicking aside small mounds of snow ( not like there’s much of it ) and dirt -- there’s only a few people out. Two ladies stand to her left, who both seem to be checking whatever’s underneath the white sheet. A few yards away, the mechanic and the girl stand. Only another glance manages to spark the thought that the girl’s appearance is recognizable. They share classes, don’t they? Surely they do -- how could she forget those eyes? ( Her memory’s sharp, so this doesn’t have anything to do with the lady’s eyes… right? )

Oh, wait, will the other girl be joining her? 

/ A lady of blue… standing with confidence and rough elegance… seems so familiar. /

#talysheart #ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ꜰʟʏɪɴɢ ɴᴏᴛ ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ( a thread ) #ᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ: ꜱᴘɪʀᴀʟɪɴɢ #ᴀ ʟᴀᴅʏ ᴏꜰ ʙʟᴜᴇ ʜᴜʜ? ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ... ɪᴛ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ꜰᴀɪʀʏᴛᴀʟᴇ! ( caeda ) #ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ( threads ) #{ please feel free to cut my post.. it became a bit too long! } #{ also tell me if i missed anything! } #{ i'm getting into the 'sharena' mood so POG } #{ miss caeda.. i get on my knees and } #{ forgot a tag :pensive: } #ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴏᴋᴀʏ. ɪ'ᴍ ʜᴇʀᴇ! ( starters )