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FLMerceus 2022 Team 2/Green starter for @bcmbshellblcnde and @futurerequiem

They had their targets. The aspect of actually facing one of their enemies head on was intimidating, but it was better than not knowing, he supposed. Rhys’s Recover staff tapped lightly on the ground with every few steps he took. The courtyard they were gathered in was clear for the moment, but they had to all split off at some point...

He idly hummed a few bars of melody, not just because it helped his nerves, but it conjured and then sustained a sort of aura around him to those in earshot. May my allies be lighter on their feet and heavier handed with their weapons than our foes, he prayed.

Rhys paused and listened intently. Some sound from the cobbled streets made his ear twitch, as though someone had tripped over an uneven stone.

“Everyone- let’s try this way.” He said it with more confidence than he felt, off to the cobbled streets of a residential area. Tap tap tap tap, like a gentle rainfall, they made rather good timing, and they made within the edge of the district without trouble.

steel round // @bcmbshellblcnde, @pirrhyc, @galateaindustria​

          It’s not easy this time. He can feel it in the gravity of the stage before them, playing out in slow motion. It’s never easy, but this time is— a roar erupts, interrupting his train of thought and summoning every ounce of attention on it. The beast before them is abyssmal—it even matched him with a damned brave axe. He’s not done fighting, but it made him feel as though they were all suddenly rocketed up three level difficulties. And that’s fine. They’d be fine. They just needed to work harder than before. 

Gerome rolled 17, 4. Hit! Miss! Pavice, reaction. Fortress Beast’s HP: 18.5/20 HP

          He begins silently. It’s all or nothing with him, but it’s better that he forced everything he’s got into the first roll in. Coming down with a piercing strike through the chest, he immediately thrusted a second slash upward. To his disappointment... no, his utter paranoia, the second slash barely does even a scratch to the thing, leaving Gerome wide open to the same fate he had laid before him. He gritted his teeth, as a momentary flicker of his lashes was enough for the beast to swipe at him in a strike that certainly should have killed him.

Fortress beast rolled 18+2 and 1+2. Hit! Miss! Gerome’s HP: 6.5 / 10 HP

          He felt every last one of his nerves shoot up in volcanic pain, as the critical hit dashed him of most of his senses. All that was left was this dizzying pain, that erupted from his pores and left him stinging. He... he really needed to watch out for those Brave Axe hits... Coughing up a lung, Gerome lunged back before the beast could swipe him again. It was all luck that saved him from a cruel fate...

          “You must watch out!” He commanded, clutching his chest as though the projection had truly left him bleeding. For an illusion, he sure was spilling quite the comical amount of... Never mind. He wouldn’t think about it. With the snap of that person’s fingers, it would all be over in a flash. 

          “Strike from a distance, if you must!” 

Phantasmagoria 2021 Team One !! // @bcmbshellblcnde, @pirrhyc, @galateaindustria

          So much for​ staying on his toes. Interactive projections were not unheard of, since he knew of smoke and mirror tricks by the likes of dark magicians in his midsts. From the moment he reopened his eyes, the projectionist had casted visions of enemies onto their grounds—and it was in these visions that he was weary. Something was clearly off if they were just letting some hot headed fool summon monsters onto church grounds. It was just calling for some trouble, in mishap and in mayhem. At least he had spare axes lying around, to keep him prepared for what was lying in the dark. 

          “...The name’s Gerome.” He hated fraternizing, but they were already shot into the middle of a brawl before long. It was better that they at least shared names before fury came down from the gaping maw in the sky. Without so much as a second thought, he immediately sprung forth a small handaxe and doused it in oil. Striking it against a nearby torch, its blade drew out licks of crimson light. Right. Now which one of these goons looked the weakest? Scanning between the rugged mercenary and the fire mage, he decided in a flash to wield his blade towards the merc. 

          With practiced precision, the flaring blade soared out of his hand, squarely hitting his target on the shoulder. The clutch of blade on flesh sounded real enough. Great. Illusions like this would make for rather good practice before battle, but it still danced on a moral line he couldn’t quite place. Slicing down a realistic illusion was... something. 

Gerome rolled 10. Hit the Mercenary with a Flaming Axe for 0.5 damage. (9.5 / 10 HP remains.)

          The flames battered and bit at the projection, as it directed a bitter scowl in Gerome’s direction. Well. Morals aside, it wasn’t going to go easy on any of them, was it? Gerome braced himself, tidying his stance for a counter, lest he get the rug pulled from under him. Though he was suited for the air, on the back of his wyvern, Gerome knew that standing your ground, two feet steady, was just as important to survive any future blights. 

          Before he had any say in what went on next, the mercenary struck him where it would smite. They hurdled towards him, slashing a clean strike down his arm. He skipped backwards to avoid anymore unnecessary wounds to his pride. 

        “Tsk. Alright, keep your eyes open, team.” 

Lucina finds it interesting how Charlotte switches between two different personalities seamlessly. 

Of course, most of, if not all, her interactions with the knight were with her more... direct personality, which Lucina didn’t mind. She prefers the brutal honesty she gives rather than a kind facade.

Rhys was still getting used to this tradition. It was sweet in nature, but he usually wasn’t one to get quite that close to people on first meeting. It was good though, to reach out.

“Hello.” He smiled. “You’re a knight, so that would make us coworkers. If you ever need vulneraries or anything, I make a lot of healing items.” Right right, the kiss. He thought about trying for a cheek kiss but chickened out, instead taking her hand in his. “Er, may I? Mistletoe, you know.”

Deirdre's eyes widen at the sight of Charlotte. Perhaps this type of dress was common where she was from. The knight certainly looks lovely in it. Deirdre can't help but wonder what she might look like if she adopted the same style. She imagines it must get awfully cold.

pocky game

"Pocky game?" Lucina tilts her head. She had heard a few other students mention something about a Pocky game, with Charlotte being the first one to approach her to play the game.

"It sounds simple enough." She says, once the rules are explained, and she bites the other end of the Pocky.

It's a silly little game, but Lucina is determined to win. She nibbles on her end and stares at Charlotte.

The knight is very pretty.

Lucina breaks off before they can meet in the middle, and plants a kiss to the side of Charlotte's lips before pulling away. She's sure she's blushing.

A simple kiss to the cheek would have sufficed, but Lucina doesn't know what possessed her to press a kiss so close to the other's lips.

“Glad we don’t have to throw these things, huh?” That whole lance ordeal was far from an ideal way to meet someone. He wouldn’t say no to food under any circumstance though, or to the challenge that came with it.

The game started off well enough. Priam could keep pace with her… but a few bites in he paused, suddenly distracted.

It occurred to him that she was very close- this was obvious, but it still made him freeze like a startled deer.

In that time, she advanced.