[Night has fallen and Marianne is… absolutely outside! She can’t help it. So many of her comrades are fighting, she can’t just sit inside where it’s safe. That’s something she’d do back then – and she swears that she’s a changed person now. So with lance in hand and an extra pack of emergency first aid supplies, Marianne is in Kyst! Ready to help!
What she’s not ready for is facing a group of fleeing civilians, a few screaming that the runes drawn earlier during the day are useless now (probably from someone accidentally wiping it off, or some other silly incident that could have been avoided), others merely running straight past her. She’s already afraid, but there’s nothing else for it. The small crowd of trapped Spartae spill out from the trap after the fleeing civilians.
There are a few who take up arms, so Marianne is not left COMPLETELY bereft. But… she is Struggling – these are people who’ve never fought before, she can’t oversee injuries and fight at the same time. She needs an intervention... Someone, a young man, grabs her by the arm and drags her forward, shrieking that they need help.]
Wait, let go -- !
[BOY SHE’S TRYING TO SAVE UR LIFE AND UR HANDS ARE ON HER??? this is the opposite of helpful!!!]
[ Well before shrieks and suspicions arise, Mercedes is simply trying to help clear the snow. She has the benefit of already having a fire spell under her belt, despite it not quite being as strong as she remembers. She can't even draw on Bolganone. Still, the spell they teach her feels familiar enough, and she's grateful for it-- the warmth at her fingertips.
Of course, she has someone else to focus on as well, and she's already looking for him, checking among those already hard at work at making the roads worth traversing again. ]
[It's not that Felix means to look at his clock every morning. Not that he's still up in arms about the damn thing; like, he's had ample time to come to terms with it, but does he necessarily need a reminder that his friends (re: Sylvain, mainly) make bad decisions? No. No, he does not—especially since they all happen to be who knows how far away. They're on their own!
And yet? And yet. Every morning, Felix rises earlier than almost anyone else; Felix eats a hurried breakfast; Felix ventures to the training grounds, spending hours honing skill after skill; Felix slips back into his small, quiet room and, as he places his swords on a low table, oh-so casually glances up at his room's one real piece of decor. It's habit. That's it.
But for someone who supposedly... doesn't pay close attention to it, he's quick to notice that something is off on this particular morning? That something is missing—and while he tells himself it's nothing, after studying the clock for a few (uncomfortable) minutes, he finds himself compelled to reach for his compass. He's probably making a fool of himself; he'll probably catch shit for this for the next, oh, however long it takes for Sylvain to find something new to tease him about, but as his stomach sinks in the most peculiar of ways...]
Sylvain.
[He actually messaged first? And it's, like, ten in the morning! Answer!]
((ooc; feel free to handwave this discussion if you want! I just wanted to make sure I snag all my castmates for this c: ))
[Out of the blue, a little image pings on Sylvain’s compass — it is a map, centered on the southern reaches of neutral territory, with a certain area marked rather purposefully. The reason why? Well, it becomes clear soon enough.
A message follows through. Dimitri probably spent half an hour trying to get this to work properly, honestly.]
Sylvain,
I have procured us all a large house in neutral territory, indicated on the map I have paired with this message. You are free to use it as you please, for there is room for plenty. Consider it a safe haven — for now, at least — should you ever require one. It is difficult to know what this war might bring, and thus preparation is key, no matter what.
If you have any questions, do not hesitate to ask.
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action during the october event!! im ready
What she’s not ready for is facing a group of fleeing civilians, a few screaming that the runes drawn earlier during the day are useless now (probably from someone accidentally wiping it off, or some other silly incident that could have been avoided), others merely running straight past her. She’s already afraid, but there’s nothing else for it. The small crowd of trapped Spartae spill out from the trap after the fleeing civilians.
There are a few who take up arms, so Marianne is not left COMPLETELY bereft. But… she is Struggling – these are people who’ve never fought before, she can’t oversee injuries and fight at the same time. She needs an intervention... Someone, a young man, grabs her by the arm and drags her forward, shrieking that they need help.]
Wait, let go -- !
[BOY SHE’S TRYING TO SAVE UR LIFE AND UR HANDS ARE ON HER??? this is the opposite of helpful!!!]
Belated but ALSO ready...!
UR RIGHT ON TIME TO ME!!
action; october event
Of course, she has someone else to focus on as well, and she's already looking for him, checking among those already hard at work at making the roads worth traversing again. ]
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text; un: felix; the time is now and you can just deal
And yet? And yet. Every morning, Felix rises earlier than almost anyone else; Felix eats a hurried breakfast; Felix ventures to the training grounds, spending hours honing skill after skill; Felix slips back into his small, quiet room and, as he places his swords on a low table, oh-so casually glances up at his room's one real piece of decor. It's habit. That's it.
But for someone who supposedly... doesn't pay close attention to it, he's quick to notice that something is off on this particular morning? That something is missing—and while he tells himself it's nothing, after studying the clock for a few (uncomfortable) minutes, he finds himself compelled to reach for his compass. He's probably making a fool of himself; he'll probably catch shit for this for the next, oh, however long it takes for Sylvain to find something new to tease him about, but as his stomach sinks in the most peculiar of ways...]
Sylvain.
[He actually messaged first? And it's, like, ten in the morning! Answer!]
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un: dimitri
[Out of the blue, a little image pings on Sylvain’s compass — it is a map, centered on the southern reaches of neutral territory, with a certain area marked rather purposefully. The reason why? Well, it becomes clear soon enough.
A message follows through. Dimitri probably spent half an hour trying to get this to work properly, honestly.]
Sylvain,
I have procured us all a large house in neutral territory, indicated on the map I have paired with this message. You are free to use it as you please, for there is room for plenty. Consider it a safe haven — for now, at least — should you ever require one. It is difficult to know what this war might bring, and thus preparation is key, no matter what.
If you have any questions, do not hesitate to ask.
-Dimitri
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god...why
I'm crying
i'll never forgive you
The price I'm willing to pay for humor!!
but is that price too high