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located in Fódlan, a part of Fire Emblem: Apotheosis, one of the many universes on RPG.

Fódlan

A continent divided into three different factions: The Adrestian Empire, The Holy Kingdom of Faerghus, and the Leicester Alliance.

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Character Portrait: Senka Rinaldi Character Portrait: Amalthea von Kreuz Character Portrait: Mercer von Riegan Character Portrait: Cyril Eisner Character Portrait: Vridel von Hresvelg Character Portrait: Sorcha Blaiddyd Character Portrait: Jeralt's Journal
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I.Y. 1181 - Pegasus Moon - Wednesday the 4th
Courtyard - Early Afternoon - Clear
Amalthea von Kreuz


Amalthea sighed as she tried to read the book in her hands. She didn't pass her written exams last month to become a fortress knight. She wasn't sure if it was because she missed a question, or if she'd gotten a scenario wrong, however; she felt pretty depressed about it. She was trying so hard, and yet she couldn't pass the test. Pushing a sigh through her nose, she closed the book and pursed her lips together. Everyone was going to meet at the gazebo by the knights' hall courtyard, and Amalthea was currently waiting for them. It had been nearly five days since Professor Cyril collapsed, and though he had recovered two days ago, Senka had yet to leave his side.

Thea thought it was somewhat justified. Senka had been worried, but Professor was fine, now. Or about as fine as he could get all things considered. Shaking the thought from her head, she waved when she spotted Mercer. He was by himself, oddly enough, but he waved back towards her.

“Looks like I'm first," he stated, arching a brow in Thea's direction. “Where's your other half? It's not like you to be without him," he stated, causing Thea to roll her eyes. She could feel her cheeks heat up, but she pursed her lips at Mercer.

“I could say the same about you and Sorcha," she murmured, earning a light chuckle from Mercer. “And besides, it's not like we always have to be with each other. Just because you're with someone doesn't mean you have to be glued to their side every minute of the day," she continued. Mercer shrugged his shoulders lightly.

“Oh? So you're saying you grew bored of him already? That'll break his fragile little heart, Thea. How cruel!?" he exclaimed, placing a hand over his heart as if he were truly offended.

“You're not funny, Mercer von Riegan. I just know how to be respectful and give people their space when they need it. I'm not clingy unlike someone else I know," she stated, giving Mercer the best flat look she could muster. He laughed and shook his head.

“I'm not clingy, Thea. Just practical."

As it happened, the unknowing subjects of discussion arrived together, apparently deep in discussion about something. Thea knew Sorcha had taken a bit more of an interest in white magic lately; it was hardly surprising that she'd be consulting with Vridel about something like that. He was the most accomplished healer on their team by far, after all.

When they drew closer, Vridel angled away to take the seat immediately next to Thea, putting an arm companionably over her shoulders and pressing a greeting kiss to her temple. “Get your exam results back yet?" he asked, tilting his head at her. He must have picked up on something, though, because he shook his head. “Never mind. Boring topic. More interestingly, bets on whether Sen and the Professor actually show today?"

Mercer seemed to wait until Sorcha had seated herself before he draped his arms over her shoulders, and leaned his head on top of hers. He wasn't sitting, and Thea was pretty sure that was an uncomfortable position to be in, however; he didn't seem to mind, and instead, grinned. She, on the other hand, flushed, shifting her shoulders in a token protest but not really trying to dislodge him.

“I bet they do. He passed out four days ago, and woke up two days ago. He seemed mostly fine when I saw him, yesterday," Mercer stated, removing himself from Sorcha and taking a seat next to her.

“I don't see why they wouldn't show today, otherwise," Thea stated as she shifted herself to glance up at Vridel. “And to answer your earlier question, I failed. It's alright, though. I'll just have to study harder to pass the next round before graduation," she stated. While she had been upset about not passing her exam, she would just have to study harder to pass them the next time they came up. If she remembered correctly, they would right before graduation. If not, she supposed she could always take them some other time.

“What about you all? How did your exams go?"

“You may call me Dark Bishop Vridel," he said dryly, “but please don't." It was a bit of a rare choice, considering that those kinds of magics were frowned upon to some extent by the Church, but Thea knew Vridel was interested in mastering all three schools of magic in addition to the sword, so for him it made a lot of sense, as it would allow him access to restricted sections of the library into which most were not permitted to go, and the dark tomes therein.

“I passed," Sorcha said with a shrug. “Maybe barely; I'm not really good enough with swords, but I think it helps that my lance and flying scores were where they needed to be, so I'm a falcon knight now, I suppose. I'm still not going to wear that dumb uniform with the short skirt—who does that?"

Mercer arched a brow at Sorcha's statement. “That's a shame, really. I wouldn't have minded seeing you in a short skirt. I think it would have looked rather lovely on you, Sor, especially with your height. Your legs would have definitely been one of your better assets," he stated, grinning at her as he leaned closer towards her.

She deliberately placed her hand sideways over his mouth and used it to push him away from her. “That's quite enough out of you," she said, about the same color as a ripe tomato.

Mercer placed a kiss on Sorcha's hand as she pushed his face away. “Hm, I don't think it is."

Thea chuckled lightly at his antics but shook her head. It seemed both Vridel and Sorcha had passed their exams. She should have known they would have. They were both... extraordinary, in Thea's mind.

“I passed as well, so I suppose that means you can call me lord of the wyverns," he stated, waggling his eyebrows in a suggestive way. Thea rolled her eyes again, and giggled lightly.

“Well, considering how Sir loves his fish, we'll just have to refer to you as Lord Fish Face, now," she stated, causing Mercer to feign a hurtful look.

“You wound me so, Thea. You've been spending too much time with Vi. He's corrupting you."

“I don't mind, really."

Vridel snickered, though his attention did move to where Reynard approached, taking a seat and casually propping his feet up on one of the tables beneath the gazebo. “Rey. Don't suppose you've made it official?"

“As a matter of fact, yes," he said, taking an ironic, seated bow. “Now the Church knows what has always been true: yours truly is an assassin." It was hard to tell how seriously he meant that, because it was delivered in a very light tone, but though the class sounded bad it really usually just referred to someone good at weaving around unnoticed, who used swords or knives and bows. That had always been true of Reynard.

“Congratulations, everyone." Cyril and Senka had, it seemed, arrived. The Professor ruffled Thea's hair as he took a seat. “I saw your test; you were very close. We'll talk about the question you missed on Monday, all right?"

Thea beamed at Cyril, and nodded her head. “I'm glad you're doing better, Professor," she stated as glanced towards Senka. “And what about you, Sen?" she asked. Senka pursed her lips together and shook her head.

“I didn't take the exams this time. I'm not... entirely sure what I want to do, still, but I'm happy to stay as a cavalier, for now," she replied, smiling softly in Thea's direction. It always made Thea feel slightly giddy with that smile. It was pretty on Senka, and Thea was glad that she continued to wear it.

“Well that's alright. You make a really good one, the best I've ever seen," she spoke, earning a light chuckle from Sen.

“Yours truly has officially become a Brawler!" Sylvi stated as she appeared, startling Thea that she nearly fell out of her chair. “Sorry Thea, didn't mean to scare you. I'm just very, very excited! That means the next round of exams, and I can try out for grappler! I'm so close," she continued, smiling about as brightly as Thea could usually manage.

“That's good news, Sylvi! That means you're the first ever woman brawler!" Thea was legitimately excited for Sylvi. She knew that the gender-specific classes were always a bit of a hindrance for Sylvi, but Thea was glad that she was able to take the exams.

Last to arrive were Sofia, Devon, and Deirdre. Devon hadn't quite passed the sniper exams, either, something he felt was probably because he'd spent a lot of time recently trying to get better with his knives. He only laughed nervously at Reynard's suggestion that he be an assassin instead. Sofia, though, had elected to change course a bit and become a paladin for the moment.

“I need to practice riding more anyway," she explained. “I'm comfortable enough in armor, but I need an official mount if I'm going to get anywhere with my horsemanship, so..." she shrugged.

“I'd be more than happy to help with lessons if you'd like, Sofia," Senka offered. Deirdre huffed lightly but grinned nonetheless.

“I didn't take the exams this time, either. I want to be a dark bishop, too, but his princeliness has beaten me to it," Deirdre stated, pursing her lips in Vridel's direction. Thea laughed lightly as she shook her head. “I actually want to be a warlock, but I still need to practice more in my dark magic and raise my certs. I'll catch up, though, just you watch," she continued. Deirdre was, oddly, competitive, Thea thought, but she could see how it would be endearing as well.

“Well I suppose we're all on the right paths. Some of us, anyway," Mercer stated as he caught his chin in his hand, and leaned against the table. “It'll be a shame to have to say goodbye next month," he stated, a hint of melancholy seeping into his voice. Thea pursed her lips together as the sudden realization dawned on her. She supposed he was right, but it wasn't going to be forever.

“You know," Vridel said, fingers tapping a soft rhythm on Thea's shoulder, “Just about five years from now, the monastery will be exactly a millennium old. I'm sure there will be some grand event held here to celebrate. Perhaps we could all gatecrash? As... distinguished alumni of the Officers' Academy, if you will."

“Are you suggesting we show up in fancy dress to drink all the Archbishop's liquor?" Sorcha asked, arching a brow. A smile of amusement played over her face, but Vridel nodded.

“Essentially, yes."

“I like that idea," Mercer chimed in. Sylvi and Deirdre nodded as did Senka. Thea liked the idea, as well. It meant that in five years' time, they would all return here to celebrate. Whether they actually showed up in fancy dress, was another thing, though.

“Let's make a promise, then. To meet again in five years after graduation," Thea stated as she glanced at the people in front of her.

“I can agree to that. Even if we keep in touch through letters, it would be nice to be able to see all of you again," Senka added. Thea placed her hand out and glanced at the group.

“Let's all shake on it, and make a promise."

“Kind of hard to shake everyone's hands at once," Sorcha pointed out, putting her hand on top of Thea's. “How about like this?"

Vridel shrugged and added his, and one by one they created a stack of their hands, until everyone was included. Cyril was last, and when he added his, he spoke. “Five years, then, on the day of the millennium ball. I'll be here, and I expect to see all of you, too." He smiled a little, pressing down just a bit on their combined hands before letting up so everyone could taken theirs back.

It was a promise.

Thea looked forward to it.