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Fire Emblem: Crestfallen

Mentions: Alphonse @Zombehs

It was somewhat disappointing to watch Leon slip his way out of eating the flower, but Elias supposed there would be more chances for teasing the others. Especially since it seemed like there was something else going on with that whole situation. That would be something to unravel later when they weren't being carted along by the Archbishop.

The mess hall reminded him of the fact that he hadn't eaten since much earlier and that thought lingered until they got to the Officer's Academy itself. He was excited to explore the winding halls and towers when he had the chance, but for now it seemed like they had other things to attend to. That thing being the arrangements for the dormitories. The fact that they were staying two to a room, and that there was no separation between themselves and the commoners was...surprising. A choice and one that he wondered about the reasoning of. For them to get to know each other better? He had a feeling it would lead to shenanigans more than anything and that, that he was looking forward to.

The outrage coming from Sherry was enough to make dealing with another person in his living space worth it. Not that he was unused to it, he spent much of his time sharing with his siblings at home, but this was a bit different. He shifted his weight enough to see the parchment and make a note of who he was with. Alphonse, the lordling with the baby wyvern that had so quickly gained attention from the Princess. Gave him the perfect opportunity to reintroduce himself since he did remember the Croix family.

Picking the white haired boy out of the group was easy and he moved around his peers to approach him. "Alphonse Croix right? I believe I remember you from some years ago. Your family works for the Ravaleths if I'm not mistaken?"

Yokohama Midnights | Persona

Mentions: Mori @Lord Orgasmo

There was a quiet war going on in Torio's head as he sat and tried to pay attention to what it was their teacher was telling them. Juggling his notes, the myriad of things he had to do over the course of the week at home, as well as the fact that he wanted to find time to get some gaming in it was a miracle any notes got written. Made it that much more of a mercy when the bell rang for lunch and he was able to toss his notebook back into his bag and crack his fingers.

The flurry of movement, screeching of chair legs, and instant chatter cut through any serenity he was hoping to find, at least for the moment. He didn't join in with the hoard leaving as his mother wouldn't be let him caught dead standing in line to buy lunch from school. Or rather she wouldn't let the cooks forget it. No way she'd be slaving away in the kitchen.

He followed suit of the other students who had brought their own lunch and pulled out his own bento box that was loaded with homemade sushi plus additional rice and vegetables that he wasn't sure if he was going to eat or not. It would be an affront to the cooks who made it though if he didn't so...maybe he would.

A quick flick of his wrist brought a screen up above his desk as he scrolled through the various different game forums he was able to keep from his parents prying eyes. The mindless scrolling was quickly interrupted by the sound of someone absolutely inhaling their ramen from a little ways behind him. It took all of his willpower not to whip around to see who didn't have any manners, but instead he twisted his head just enough to witness the smattering of broth onto the girl's desk. Delightful. He was just glad that the mess she was making also correlated to the speed that she finished her food which meant she was up and leaving before the rest of his appetite could escape him.

With her gone he felt comfortable enough swiveling backwards in his chair to face one of the other people in class he knew was interested in gaming. "Hey Mori, hear anything about any good games coming out?" He was running out of stuff to play and as much as he wouldn't mind replaying something something new would be nice for once

Wings of Fire: Distant Storms

The close quarters of the Scorpion Den was nothing like what Hemlock was used to in the jungle. It was cramped and the possibility of bumping into someone else seemed ever present. He stuck close to Bluemoon since she seemed to be able to duck and weave through the swarms of dragons with a practiced ease.

His curiosity piqued when they stepped into the market place. A slew of sounds and smells entered his senses as the stall-workers peddled their wares to the myriad types of residents. It was all so...strange. The jungle was loud, there were birds and insects, monkeys, and the rustling of leaves or patter of rain, but it wasn't like this. The meats smelled roughly the same as what he was used to, but a number of the fruits were unique to him. It was somewhat overwhelming given his upbringing alone, but there was also the smallest twinge of thrill in his chest that made him want to learn more about this place.

Despite the curiosity he chose to stay practically glued to his guide. He didn't want to get lost in the crowd. He briefly met her gaze any time she looked back at him, to make sure he hadn't vanished he guessed. Still, he couldn't stop the question from spilling out of his mouth over the strangeness of this place. He tuned fully into what Bluemoon was saying, a light of interest in his eyes, and nodded to her explanation.

"That makes sense. So this isn't the actual Sandwing home then?" He had thought that is was a small place for the whole of the kingdom to be, but he also had no frame of reference. All he saw of the LeafSilk kingdom was burning ruins as they fled for their lives from the massive, maned invaders. He fought back a shudder as he pushed the memories away. He wondered if his skills would be useful around a place like this. There weren't a lot of plants though so maybe not. He didn't want to stay here anyway, he couldn't stand the dry heat and shifty sands.

His attention was so split, yet at the same time focused on Bluemoon's words, he didn't notice the occasional hostile looks thrown his way by some of the Sandwings. The slight curl of stingers or narrowed eyes of a small group that slipped through the crowd; keeping, seemingly, to themselves and browsing the wares.

Yokohama Midnights | Persona

Aozora Torio

NAME:
Aozora Torio

AGE:
16

GENDER:
Male

ARCANA:
Moon

APPEARANCE DETAILS:
Torio stands about 5' 11" and has a solid build with blond hair that is kept somewhat messy. He dresses nicely at the behest of his parents, but when he can get away with it he prefers more loose fit clothing. Even then though what he wears is indicative of the fact that his family has money. Even on warmer days he wears his jacket that is covered in patches.

PERSONALITY:
Despite his father constantly lording over others how much money they have, Torio tries to keep it under wraps as much as he can. He doesn't necessarily want people looking at him differently for who his family is, so he tries to be generally friendly and as helpful as he can be. He is more than willing to help his fellow students out in their studies. Even if he's having a rough day it's easy for him to slip on a comfortable mask of indifference or amiability depending on what the situation calls for.

Torio, in contrast with his outward appearance, doesn't actually like people all that much. At least not the people that his father has him dealing with in the house on a regular basis. He finds the situations tiring and unnecessary when all they do is talk in circles. Given this he tries to be blunt and straightforward with people when he feels the situation calls for it rather than beating around the bush.

SHORT BIOGRAPHY:
Born to the CEO of a booming tech company that makes all manner of devices there was a lot of pressure but on Torio from the start. He is expected to take over his father's company whenever the man decides that he wants to retire. Which meant studying from the moment he could process a business deal how to live a successful life. Given how quickly the company grew he never had to worry about wanting for anything throughout his childhood, and had the opportunity to get the newest prototypes of his father's tech. It would've been a relaxing, and likely pleasant, number of years had those expectations not gotten in the way.

As much as he wanted to sit around and enjoy his childhood, and the benefits his family provided him, neither of his parents gave him the opportunity. From a young age he was given tutors, taught art, made to practice the piano, amongst other things. He was even dragged along to his father's interviews only with his mother since the man wanted to show off the fact he was a 'family man' for the media. He quickly learned how to work the cameras, and subsequently get what he wanted from his parents most of the time.

At the very least school was never overly difficult for him, in fact he was usually far ahead of his peers given his at home schooling, but he continued to work hard as it was expected of him. He didn't mind helping out his fellow students with their studies if it meant that he could keep away from home for just a bit longer. He preferred being out of the house where he could be more himself rather than the face he puts on for his family.

The one reprieve at home is the myriad of gaming consoles his father has bought, or given, him over the years that allowed for hours upon hours of escape. When he could get away with it. While he plays a number of games he usually finds himself looping back around to horror based ones that provided a mix of strategy and enough of the disconnect from reality to easily get dragged in. Even after starting at Izumi he found time to weasel himself away in order to decompress. When not being dragged around by his parents for various practices and business lessons that is.

TRIVIA:
-Incredibly talented at the piano (despite not really wanting to learn in the first place)
-Knows a lot of people in a lot of places
-Has a cat named Meeko
-Plays a lot of horror games so doesn't react to them much anymore

OTHER: Mostly survival horror games

Yokohama Midnights | Persona

Aozora Torio

NAME:
Aozora Torio

AGE:
16

GENDER:
Male

ARCANA:
Moon

APPEARANCE DETAILS:
Torio stands about 5' 11" and has a solid build with blond hair that is kept somewhat messy. He dresses nicely at the behest of his parents, but when he can get away with it he prefers more loose fit clothing. Even then though what he wears is indicative of the fact that his family has money. Even on warmer days he wears his jacket that is covered in patches.

PERSONALITY:
Despite his father constantly lording over others how much money they have, Torio tries to keep it under wraps as much as he can. He doesn't necessarily want people looking at him differently for who his family is, so he tries to be generally friendly and as helpful as he can be. He is more than willing to help his fellow students out in their studies. Even if he's having a rough day it's easy for him to slip on a comfortable mask of indifference or amiability depending on what the situation calls for.

Torio, in contrast with his outward appearance, doesn't actually like people all that much. At least not the people that his father has him dealing with in the house on a regular basis. He finds the situations tiring and unnecessary when all they do is talk in circles. Given this he tries to be blunt and straightforward with people when he feels the situation calls for it rather than beating around the bush.

SHORT BIOGRAPHY:
Born to the CEO of a booming tech company that makes all manner of devices there was a lot of pressure but on Torio from the start. He is expected to take over his father's company whenever the man decides that he wants to retire. Which meant studying from the moment he could process a business deal how to live a successful life. Given how quickly the company grew he never had to worry about wanting for anything throughout his childhood, and had the opportunity to get the newest prototypes of his father's tech. It would've been a relaxing, and likely pleasant, number of years had those expectations not gotten in the way.

As much as he wanted to sit around and enjoy his childhood, and the benefits his family provided him, neither of his parents gave him the opportunity. From a young age he was given tutors, taught art, made to practice the piano, amongst other things. He was even dragged along to his father's interviews only with his mother since the man wanted to show off the fact he was a 'family man' for the media. He quickly learned how to work the cameras, and subsequently get what he wanted from his parents most of the time.

At the very least school was never overly difficult for him, in fact he was usually far ahead of his peers given his at home schooling, but he continued to work hard as it was expected of him. He didn't mind helping out his fellow students with their studies if it meant that he could keep away from home for just a bit longer. He preferred being out of the house where he could be more himself rather than the face he puts on for his family.

The one reprieve at home is the myriad of gaming consoles his father has bought, or given, him over the years that allowed for hours upon hours of escape. When he could get away with it. While he plays a number of games he usually finds himself looping back around to horror based ones that provided a mix of strategy and enough of the disconnect from reality to easily get dragged in. Even after starting at Izumi he found time to weasel himself away in order to decompress. When not being dragged around by his parents for various practices and business lessons that is.

TRIVIA:
-Incredibly talented at the piano (despite not really wanting to learn in the first place)
-Knows a lot of people in a lot of places
-Has a cat named Meeko
-Plays a lot of horror games so doesn't react to them much anymore

OTHER: Mostly survival horror games

Yokohama Midnights | Persona

I arrive once again.

Gonna go with moon

Wings of Fire: Distant Storms

While the desert was uncomfortable during the day Hemlock found that he quite liked the cooler air of the early evening paired with the setting sun. It gave him a reminder of home when he would climb to the tops of the tall jungle trees and perch watching the sun fall; listening to the plants. He could tell that many of the others were feeling the same relief in the way wings flared out to the dying sun and some others decided to creep out from under the covers to explore a bit.

Juniper was chatting with one of the Silkwings that had journeyed with them, but if he was honest he didn't understand what they were talking about. It sounded like something to do with a council, but he couldn't be sure. Instead he drew absent shapes in the sand underneath him before glancing up as the dark form of Bluemoon approached.

Both himself and Juniper raised their fanned tails in greeting. He pushed himself to his feet at the question and nodded, "Ready as I'll ever be," he turned to look at his companion, "I'll be back later."

Juniper turned to face them for a moment, a smile on her face, "Have fun, don't be gone too long."

He rolled his eyes faintly before turning to follow Bluemoon as she led the way into The Scorpion Den. An ominous name he thought, but maybe it helped to keep others away. There were some scorpions that lived in the jungle that he was familiar with. Their venom was useful for a number of things. Maybe he could find some variants in the desert.

His interest was piqued as they stepped through the arched doorway. It seemed that the setting sun had drawn out more and more dragons. The streets were packed full with all shapes, colors, and sizes. He didn't know the differences, but they all couldn't be the same tribe. He looked to Bluemoon with curiosity "Why're there so many different dragons here? Isn't this where the Sandwings live?"

Wings of Fire: Distant Storms

Juniper gave Bluemoon a bright smile, "They're all very unique as I imagine the dragons here are too."

Sandwings and Nightwings clearly looked very different, so it would make sense that the others were just as unique. Hemlock pondered how many more tribes there were around, how they might look different, and why. His father had taught him how to tell insects apart, which ones were dangerous based on shape and color, and where to find them. Was it the same with dragons? He didn't know. He had asked Juniper about the LeafSilk Kingdom, but he wasn't sure if that was an accurate representation of everywhere else. It didn't seem like it with how skewed this area was to the Sandwings.

Hemlock gave Bluemoon a smile in return, that seemed the right thing to do, "I appreciate it." He wasn't sure he wanted to become a 'functioning member of society' here in the desert. He was pretty sure he would rather pull his scales out one by one than stay in this open wasteland. Maybe he would ask her where would be most similar to what he was used to. She had mentioned Rainwings and that sounded kind of promising. If they were called that they had to live where it rained and rain meant plants right? "Maybe when it cools off a bit, when the sun gets lower?"

"Well, we don't want to keep you from your work," Juniper gave Bluemoon another smile and waved her off. She turned to look at Hemlock, "I'll probably just stay here while you go and get your tour, maybe check in on some of the others."

He gave her a nod, "That's alright." He would've liked to have her come with him, just for something familiar while he was there. He had a good feeling about Bluemoon though and she seemed to know how things worked around here. If it gave him something to do other than sit around and count insects he would take it.

Fire Emblem: Crestfallen

Mentions:Roland @Ithradine, Sherry @Ambra

Apparently it was just as easy to rile up the princess as it had always been. Nice to see some things seemed to never change. Roland didn't appear to have changed much either. Wouldn't let any slight come to the princess and couldn't take a joke. "I don't care to know one way or the other, but for your sake it might be valuable to know," Elias commented blandly, "Might be an easier let down in the future."

He ceased ribbing the guard when some of the others began to chime in; eyebrows rising in amusement at the blue haired girls nicknames. He didn't recognize her which led him to believe she was a commoner, but she didn't appear to have any trouble shooting back at the Sylmare heir. This would be a fun bunch it seemed. Or at least some of them would be. Not that he planned on letting many of them sit around and be dour. Sure they were here to learn, but why should that mean that they couldn't have a bit of fun?

There was a vague ping of recognition of the white haired lordling that was crouched next to her, but didn't have time to rack his mind for names before the esteemed princess wheeled on him. A half smile crept across his face, "I rather think I am." He wouldn't bring up the fact that the giant of a man had been the one to start the influx of teasing.

The fact she tried to keep some decorum was a surprise, but he was more, or maybe less, surprised when the tirade stopped. Less surprised when the object of her interest became obvious. A tiny wyvern perched on the hand of the lordling. Now he recalled who the other boy was, he hadn't seen him in years but the Croix house was familiar to him. Reintroductions would be in order he supposed, but not while the whole of the Foxes had decided to clump together around Leonid.

He hadn't caught most of the conversation but judging by the flower being held out, and the glint in Parthenia's eye it couldn't be completely good.

Wings of Fire: Distant Storms

It was pleasing to hear that curiosity was rewarded, at least in Bluemoon's eyes. So he could probably get away with asking her questions then since none of the Sandwings seemed interested in speaking to them. Beyond what they had to anyway. Hemlock had always been peppering his dad with questions all throughout his childhood, it was encouraged by the older Leafwing until he had started changing.

Nightwing. He rolled the name around in his head before filing it away. Once again, like the Sandwings, made perfect sense. The underside of her wings looked like a starry night sky. He wondered if they were little scales or just spots on the webbing of her wings. Maybe he'd find out. He frowned along with Juniper at the fact they'd been expelled from their homes too. Just another mystery to add to the pile.

His eyes were slightly wide at all the things that Nightwings were potentially capable of. He could see why others might be frightened of them. "Wow, that's a lot of different things." He believed her, what reason did she have to lie to them about something like that? "I can speak to plants, but that's not something really useful here." He stared around the barren sands around them, not a speck of green on the horizon. It made him feel more homesick than he'd expected.

He smiled wryly, "Maybe you could make up weird things that are going to happen to them, but not tell them when it'll happen and just leave them wondering."

Juniper glanced up as Bluemoon looked her way and smiled, "Yeah we are. Some of the others aren't though." She gestured to a beautiful light blue and gold dragon with four large, mottled wings, "The dragons with the four wings, that are bigger, are Silkwings. They come in more colors than any tribe I know of." She then pointed to a smaller, deep red dragon with black striped markings, "And those are Hivewings, they're usually pretty bright too. I hear they even have some Nightwing in them somewhere." She chuckled quietly, "We're pretty much green and brown, not much else."

It was somewhat surprising how knowledgeable Juniper was, but he supposed it made since she'd grown up in the LeafSilk kingdom, someplace he'd only heard stories about. And seen in flaming ruins. When his companion stopped talking he looked to Bluemoon, "Would you mind showing me around when you have the time? I can feel my scales rubbing off in the sand." That and he was bored out of his mind. There was absolutely nothing to do here and he was sick of it.