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"Aye, indeed ya have, buddy...though, Maya, I got this wierd feeling... it's almost like... oh, wait, wait... yeah: I know what is... I TOLD YOU SO! Dark Magic ain't evil, it's all in who ya use it on...and calling your attacks too. You ALWAYS gotta call your attacks with this stuff, the spirits get grouchy and annoyed otherwise...they just like to have a bit of fanfare before they kill folks, ya know?"

The Saint of blood is technically already a thing, so...eh, why_not? "I don't see them crying or showing any reluctance over this fight. They've chosen their side here; they want to keep fighting for their king, even though it's obvious their king is a worthless scumbag of a man. They dug their graves, time to die in them...I've no pitty left for them" Hmmm... wonder if I can maybe get a third tier class with access to both dark magic and staves?

"Simple really...you're gonna start spilling a lot more blood for me...Wyverns have to eat too, right?"

[grumbles a bit]* "Fine... if you're so adamant, go and tear apart the stupid soldier instead then... Whatever, I don't care so long as the axe fighter is dead, all his friends are dead, and this outpost burns to the ground..." *Note to self: Maya is a bit... of a sore loser when it comes to missing...

yes but... that's the boring way man. Imagine the Wyvern on Pegasi violence, c'mon...

screw the soldier, take down the bitch on the pegasus (no offense to Saff, not meant to be a broad/oversweeping statement about those who ride pegasi, just the one ho who swooped out of the sky and stabbed Hoshiko in the giblets...Like, bitch, I know you did not just make more work for the healer, literally right in front of my damn face.) Your bae requests it, after all... Plus I actually do want to see a Wyvern kill a Pegasus... ngl...

"Good, good..." She muttered as she watched the axemen fall, mildly satisfied that regardless of her... mishap with the spell, at least something had gotten done. She gave one last glance to Ecquis "Now... why don't you take care of that cheeky little rider too, Ecquis? Show her what happens when you bring a pegasus to fight a wyvern?" With that said, she was by hoshiko's side before the man could even answer, the azure orb atop her staff beginning to glow, as was traditional as the energy began to pour out and flood through the girl's wounds. Just as with when she'd healed her in the last battle though, something felt... off about it. The archer could feel a strange...not malice, nor twisted joy, but rather... contentedness, almost like one might feel after watching a sworn nemesis finally get their comeuppance... Move to B11, Heal Hoshiko, get us that sweet level up too

well if ya'll don't mind.. I'ma heal up Hoshiko and get us to the next level up in the process.

Honestly they looked fine to me... I mean, for the most part, that's how a back and forth dialogue is typically formatted anyway with the tags for the speaker simply being dropped once the response rhythm is established (so basically, by what the characters are saying and how they say it, the audience knows who's speaking and when even without being told.) Neeways... I've done some maintenance on Rame's profile, given recent... events. Some may find that her Lumen has been... expanded upon from what I initially revealed... and her weapon has changed a little bit as well- rather than being a straight hatchet/ throwing axe, I've changed it into more of a general survival tool that she happens to fight with as well... thought it was only fitting given the background (and shouldn't cause to much of an issue consistency wise given... I've never drawn the damn thing in anger IC or actually used it thus far...) The personality and appearance have been updated as well Also, while you are all free to guess at the reason I changed my previously kick ass avatar of Cyrus, I think the true answer as to why should be clear enough here...

She watched the three leave in silence. Once they were gone though, her eyes were right back to the glass. Despite Braith practically being as much apart of her as a vital organ, she suffered no real ill effects from ingesting the stuff, but still... ever since he'd been around though, she'd found her desire for it was practically non-existent, even in cases of exhaustion. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that, in all honesty, she didn't really sweat...at all, actually, given her thermal resilience. She had never really bothered to ask the flame about it though... and she didn't see a reason to now. Still though...it almost felt... wrong to deny the healer's kindness. Almost like an impoverished man denying a generous gift of coin. She gulped the stuff down and set the glass back down, before getting up from the table. It was nice to not walk with a limp... nice to walk at all. She hadn't even dealt with either of the debilitating injuries for even an hour before they'd been remedied, and yet, she had already begun to miss being able-bodied in that short span of time... "Um...thanks again...." She said, eye's on the floor rather than meeting the Healers, still a bit flushed "for the... healing and everything...I appreciate it." barely managing to get that little bit of gratitude out without becoming anymore flustered than she already had, she hurried for the door and saw herself out. *********** Outside, she didn't have to go very far before she practically tripped over her belongings. And honestly, she didn't question how they got there. Earlier she'd been more occupied by fucking loads of pain from her leg and Braith had more or less taken the lead... it was easy enough to assume that someone had simply picked them up without either of them noticing. Didn't matter, she just cared that she had them at all. The dorm's loomed in the distance. She wasn't eager to make the trip over... she had put up with shit for basically her whole life, but that didn't mean she fucking enjoyed it. She had just grown thicker skin and resigned herself to her fate...nothing more, nothing less... But we're going to change that fate...they're doubtlessly talking about you. But... after that failed attempt at retaliation, do you really think any of them would be bold enough? So brazen as to instigate something to our face? Most of them will probably avoid us... "Tch, yeah, most of them..." she muttered... "I saw some of the snobs present here, Braith. They look like they haven't done a single day of actual labor in their life... you know their types lack common sense, think their money or their standing or family name or whatever bullshit makes them safe from everything..." So? We'll cross those bridges, when we come to them. Or they come to us. As we always have... "Fine..." Her eyes smoldered, just a bit. And her pace perfectly matched her reluctance with every step she took towards the other buildings...

Hue hue hue hue hue...

Lols, I picked it up almost immediately when it first started to seep in, tbh. Didn't see much point in pointing it out though XD And yeah Pyon, don't worry, that shit sounds terrible... by the gods, infections in both eyes... jebus, as someone who suffers from horrible, horrible near sightedness (Like... anything beyond a meter or two in front of me is fucking blurry...), and constantly has them irritated from eyelashes and eye strain from computer screens... yeesh. You just take care of yourself man. We're not going anywhere.

Because, you know... shops and towns aren't a thing in Fire Emblem at all, no sir... we get all our clothing from the pretty lady in the sky around here, yup, yup.

They are strictly travel only as Pyon has gone on record in the past. Not bred for the battlefield.

I see my faith was well placed then XD Ah... this is gonna be an interesting bunch of misfits, I can already tell... god help us all on the actual battlefield though

By the gods, it's finally happened... someone has written a post so fucking edgy, I literally cut myself simply trying to read it. I guess they don't call Roy 'The Windslicer' for nothing... at this rate, he's definitely shaping up to be an edgelord if ever there was one... I have faith that Typh/Ragnar is doing this all intentionally though as a satire, of sorts...a very convincing satire.

Don't be, it's not my bubble being burst, it's Kain's.

Yes, because nothing improves public opinion of creatures largely seen to be no different than the evil beasts they are related to... than a man who spawned infernal hybrids with them that surely terrify the common people. Brilliant PR strategy ya'll, I can see the mobs forming already, raising their bows and thunder tomes in celebration of their ignorance being washed away. And promptly blowing you all to fucking bits seconds later...probably led by an asshole mage who's missing all the fingers on one of his hands

Rame She winced slightly as the woman touched her knee... well perhaps wince isn't the correct word, given she barely held back a few curses at the mere sensation of another person poking about the wound site; the pain ebbed and faded in time though, much to her surprise. It was nothing compared to the woman's demeanor though; that voice, that tone, the smile... it almost felt motherly... nothing she was used to getting from other females. "T...Thank you," She finally managed as she accepted the glass. She didn't look the healer in the eyes though, gaze fixed on the still water, cheeks beginning to redden just a little. Hell, if she hadn't just tried to kill that little pink haired fuckboy a few minutes ago, one probably could've mistaken the display for shyness... Then... the door opened. Loudly. She already knew what was likely coming as she glanced over and saw the other instructor approaching. The same shit she always got, really...or something close to it. Conflict, dispute, quarrel, whatever one called it, it was all still the same. "Care to explain the events I just witnessed? Because if the south didn't desperately need new recruits, I'd have you sent back home immediately." "She's alot... calmer than I expected?" She didn't know what to say, really. The 'correct' response was probably some crap like 'I'm sorry, I got carried away'... but... this was a bit hard to read. Saying sorry here might be no better an outcome than simply lying, though technically, her saying sorry would be a lie anyway... she wasn't. Just like she hadn't been sorry about Chara. She had stayed quiet though, during that just as Braith told her to be... yet here, silence seemed far from the answer as well. Then it's voice whispered through her mind, fleeting as smoke, dry as the purest kindling "Be frank, there is no point playing games here... they brought us down like it was nothing... we are but rabbits among wolves here, shameful as it is..." "He pissed us off, we retaliated," She nigh immediately said. She looked over her shoulder once more, saw the woman's eyes, and immediately thought better of it as she went back to staring at the glass. The pulsating light in her chest seemed to burn a bit brighter at each utterance of plurals... Rame shifted in place like a child being scolded before knocking it off immediately "I...I know you're probably going to go on about how extreme I was...how my response was appalling, absolutely unacceptable, a complete overreaction... most people would probably agree...I'm not gonna bother trying to tell ya about how sorry I am or how terrible and guilty I feel, though...it would just be a lie. I've been called crazy, psycho, all those things before... so I don't expect others to understand or accept the way I see things and how I choose to respond to them... that's the whole reason I'm here, actually. Half my family wants me dead, the other half was barely able to stop them from lobbing my head off on the spot. I ever go back, the only thing waiting is the chopping block. and if I stay here, I probably end up dead in the war anyway... my father thought it was the perfect alternative; either way, that wretched bitch he called his favorite gets avenged, and I pay the ultimate price, it's just a matter of when." A pause, breif as she stared off into space before blankly looking directly at the woman. She idly scratched at her wrists, just a little. They were red and raw, the scars of previous bindings visible now that her sleeves had been scorched away. The light burning within her chest kept pulsating in odd rhythm all the while, and again she shifted in place... "I... I promise this won't happen again though. The potential outcome was made more than clear; you'd probably just save the monsters the trouble and kill me yourselves.... I... I know when I'm terribly outclassed." "Yes, good girl, we don't want any further altercations with these three for now. The fire that burns hottest burns shortest... in your old house, you were the only one with true power, it is not so here. But fear not, there will be a time for us yet... but we must wait... we must grow. We will be free one day, as I promised. Free to flourish unhindered as is our right. But that freedom will not come easily. No...We must grow fierce enough to take it by force. Just as we did from Chara... pathetic, arrogant, worthless Chara. You enjoyed the feeling, after what we did to her, didn't you? The feeling of safety... however fleeting it was. You have found very few worthy to put your faith in during this short life, I know... but keep your faith in me, and just as we shall be free, we shall be safe too... I promise. ...just as safe as Brandt and Ingraham made you feel... just as safe as the warmth of the hearth made you feel. For I am the hearth... simply given fangs and the will to use them. And only you can help make those fangs sharper... And together... we can tear apart all who would enslave and subjugate us for their own selfish ends...