noblesse oblige.

siete ( granblue fantasy )

leader of the eternals, the strongest crew in the skies!

whether he’s respected as the leader of the strongest crew in the skies is another matter.

(but don’t underestimate him)

a bonafide sword fanatic. sounds suspiciously like a certain fate character.

in a gacha game but instead of paying him with your money you pay with YOUR SOUL long amounts of time spent grinding for mats.

haha what if i just hang out and never take things seriously

…unless?

here to be the big brother figure your character ever needed, even if they didn’t want one in the first place.

has a strong sense of justice, and a stronger sense of compassion.

his dream is to have all the eternals meet up for summer vacation. or for halloween. or for christmas. or for any occasion c’mon you guys -

            This….This wasn’t exactly what he had planned.

            Like he’s seen his fair share of wastelands and ruins before, but damn. Not a lot can hold a candle to just how sad this place was - it was dreadfully boring! No monsters, scarcely any food, not even to ponder what happened here when it was a pirate ship as clear as day. A fun jaunt for a new adventurer, but nothing new for someone who has been through the islands all over. The sabers aren’t even special, man!

            At least there’s company with him! …Even though it’s possibly the worst company to be with. No offense to Threo, she’s a sweet girl and all? But with the scarcity of food and scarcity of things to fight this place might just be the worst place for her to be in.

            “So uh, found anything interesting?”

what is the best way to ruin a summer vacation party for the strongest crew in the skies? get stuck in an island without anything to fight, that’s what.

needless to say, siete would be in volaat isle for the majority of this event. as an adventurer he’s used to scarce resources, although even he would admit reigning in his crew in such a situation would be quite the conundrum. otherwise, he’s willing to lend a hand to pretty much anyone out of their element here, and he can teach a couple of good ol’ survival tricks too!

white lies.

perhaps it was the greeting, full of a carelessness that sets his shoulders into a lax slump, or maybe its the use of the word swashbuckling that has him choking on his drink, the last of the amber liquid swallowed down with a cough and a gasp for air, fist braced against his lips even as he smiles through it.  shay turns away for a brief moment, the heat across his cheeks something he attributes to the liquor and ONLY the liquor.  (  & he knows liam would say otherwise, an elbow to his ribs sorely missed.  )

            “  aye, for as long as i can remember.  ”  another smile, empty glass pushed forward for another, a nod for two gratefully accepted by the bartender.  he’s the one who asked the other for a drink, he should be the one who pays for it, too.  gentleman’s honour.  hope the kid likes whiskey.  “  though, not much of a pirate.  captain cormac, at your service.  you don’t get that title from swashbuckling, aye.  ”

            Siete would be worried, if not for the wide grin his conversation partner is sporting. He wasn’t expecting for any particular reaction, but laughter is as good as any. “Oh, you’re a captain too? What a fancy coincidence.” Not that they’re rare or anything, although Djeeta was the only notable mention as of late. The sky’s the limit, as they say, when it came to marvels and the need of skyfaring.

            A good thing mister Cormac here isn’t a pirate too, else they would be on opposite sides of the moral spectrum. Pillaging innocents and ransacking towns just didn’t ring right to him, especially when one had the strength and means to soar through the skies. Most pirate ships would have been too insignificant to be a major concern, but they always did their best to sink down any that came their way.

            Whiskey just. happened to be one of his favorites, although he doesn’t drink that often - didn’t feel right to drink alcohol when there’s a five year old amongst their number. “Name’s Siete of the Eternals. ‘round my world, they call me the Star Sword Sovereign!”

@soviireign​.   /   sc

cue the half-stranger being met with a softer gaze, one reserved for those shay himself would never have thought to find here.  it echoes of memories spent around bonfires at the homestead, of late night laughter and the roaring of the waves against the cliff-side.  (  rare coffee & tea, tobacco & seasalt.  )   

a blink, an arm extending to welcome him in.

            “   well, look who it is. what a right sight you ‘er. come to bother an old sailor? or ask for that drink i promised ye?  ”

            Always good to make new companions and connections. The Eternals might be his home and the core of his social circle, but there was also a necessity and a joy to expand one’s list of contacts beyond that. The moment he started their prior conversation, Siete knew he wasn’t the kind of guy he could just let go. You don’t see someone everyday who can appreciate his jokes!

            (And it’s nice, not being abandoned in the middle of conversation for once. Not having to worry about tripping his own tongue.)

            So naturally that gaze was met with an enthusiastic wink. No need for formalities here - he takes the wooden stool beside his new acquaintance, flapping his white coat to make sure it falls on his back and side. “Can’t a man ask for both? Good drink is best accompanied by good company, don’t  you think?”

the hermit

you attract: longing

@soviireign​

“I didn’t mean to…” 

Tenko said, his hand dripping with blood. An adult was holding onto his arm now so tightly that it left red marks in his skin. He did not understand what happened to him. Finally, finally, after waiting for so long somebody had stopped to give him a hand and just when he reached out to take it…

He didn’t remember what happened next. Red. The memory was red. 

They looked at him like he was a villain. He looked like one, red, bloodshot eyes, white hair and a face that looked like an open sore. Tenko was slowly starting to remember what had happened, and even then he denied it. His voice small he whispered to himself over and over again. “It’s not my fault, it’s not my fault, it’s not my fault…” 

The adult was dragging him now. They were going to take him away. Somewhere dark where he would never be seen again, but maybe that was for the best because this way he couldn’t hurt anyone anymore. Tenko dug his heels to the ground and resisted. 

“I didn’t want to hurt anyone, I just wanted… to be a hero…” 

            That child’s eyes did not belong to that of a villain.

            He was sure of that. How could he not recognize it, when he has seen so many orphans in Stardust Town with that same sense of hopelessness? When Esser and Quatre have looked at him with the same distrust, when every adult in their life has come to fail them? That dullness that shouldn’t mar any kind of innocence, and yet it managed to worm itself in the hearts of children. Turns out even in Spirale, there are still people as despicable as the mafia.

            Speaking of, this kid sure looked familiar to the Eternal. Maybe that guy had a little brother or something..? Then again, there were a lot of kids recently. The city sure knows how to spin a strange tale whenever it wants to.

            He has seen enough. True to his word and duty, Siete stepped in the way of this adult. His friendly demeanor belied the angry glint in his eyes. “Hey there. Pardon the intrusion, but something tells me that kid doesn’t want to go with you.”

            It’s not like he’s oblivious - he could see the red in that kid’s hands, as crimson as the sunset. But that alone does not turn one into someone evil.

SYSTEM CALL WITH @soviireign​

“Hold on, so you are telling me that we are trapped in an Island that limited our capabilities ?” Her tone terse and rash, head spinning upon hearing the random’s explanation. Everything is way too hard to digest and perhaps that is the reason why she couldn’t do her Arts other than generating Luminous element to heal herself or her allies. “How do we retain back our strength, then? For what purpose it was ripped from us?” Questions after questions popped in her mind like a torrent of water whirling waiting to be dissipated by a logical approach or reasoning. 

“How do I know you are not lying and not trying to trick me in any way?”

            Whoa, whoa, whoa, Talk about your human hurricanes! Here was Siete thinking she was helping some confused and hapless newcomer, only to receive such a barrage of fierce queries! Any more force in that voice, and he was sure he’d find himself tripping. Metaphorically.

            Worse still was that he wasn’t sure to some of her questions, either. “Wish I could tell you how or why they took it away from us. Pretty sure I had some of my abilities since birth and all!” It was weird, to be unable to create anything using nothing but a will of his own and a some mana. It made him feel….normal, and he has never been normal ever since he was born.

@soviireignliked the event starter call

“What are you even wearing? Is that armour?” Reines was growing accustomed to the clashing mishmash of fashions this strange city had brought, but armour felt like it was taking it one step too far. The child simply couldn’t wrap her head around why anyone would be wearing such an odd assembly in public.

He’s quite frustrated with the armament situation here, actually. 

There were many things that looked like weapons in his room, yes, but he was not going to steal those, and a member of the Officer’s Academy should be ready at the very least for training studies. This was the equivalent of coming to a lecture without a quill. (Also, this was unknown territory, he needed to be prepared even if he did not wish to cause harm.)

The problem was, this was made all the more vexing as few people seemed to carry blades on them. So desperate he was to find someone with weapons he knew, that, as soon as he caught sight of someone with something even resembling a sword on their hip he decided to take matters into his own hands.

“Excuse me–I am in need of a blade, where would I find one here?” upon closing the space he noticed he was just barely taller than him–strange, he seemed older. Perhaps he wouldn’t be so easily ignored, then?

@soviireign​

            Oh, he liked the look of this one. Bright, stern eyes, a solid posture of confidence - Siete was reminded of dear ol’ Quatre, almost. Must be someone who shared his ferocity, as well. There are some differences though, and he was clearly more refined than the Eternal. Would be best to approach this one formally, rather than jest.

            …Well, not too much jest, at least. He simply wouldn’t be Siete if he couldn’t drop a quip or two! “A fellow swordsman? Then you’ve come to the right person!” Who else would be a better pick, other than the greatest one of them all? 

            Outside of a blacksmith, of course. 

            “If you’re curious about my own, I’m afraid this was custom-made out of the city. Special belongings and all.” He patted one of them by his side, for emphasis. “You don’t get your belongings right away - this one took some months before I got them back.” And oh was he so glad to have them back! He might have brought them to his bed and hugged them in his sleep for a week.

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@edeneyed​ said: meta — relationships ( familial / platonic / romantic )

For better or for worse, the majority of Siete’s positive relations get the same treatment. It’s easy to see it with the Eternals as an example, as he treats them as both his closest friends and family.

Of special mention is Esser and Quatre, and a good reason to that is because of how their lives were connected even before the Eternals came into the picture. Siete outright says that he consider the twins to be his younger siblings, and he would always come to look after their well-being. He was the first adult they ever trusted, and thus value and respect him highly.

It’s a constant that most of his positive relations treat him as a bit of a class clown, which Siete doesn’t really mind - better be that than be someone people outright hate! And sure, it does bother him sometimes when it gets too much, but he knows that deep down they do care about him.

The problem with this is that he tries to force down the ‘sunshine and rainbows’ aspect of a relationship way too much. That’s because he is supposed to be the goofy, useless Siete-oniichan! Someone who isn’t terrifying at all! Even amongst the Eternals he is incredibly powerful, and part of him is afraid of what could happen if he was forced to ever get serious.

As such, deep intimate relationships can be quite troublesome when it comes to him. Siete has the problem of using jokes as a coping mechanism to the point that he sounds insensitive or insincere to his peers. He would rather brush off mistakes rather than own up to them, or treat the most serious of topics with light-heartedness. There are times that even his closest companions don’t fully understand Siete as a result, and that scares them - because they know that if he keeps doing this Siete would end up being alone. And he knows this.

             “  y’know … i think you’ve won this round.  aye, nothin’ more i could add than you’ve already said. why don’t you join me for a drink? you seem a rather lovely type.   ”