@sacredpower.bsky.social "Rhea? Have you a moment?" Robin asked. He had come to realize something over the time they had finally, /finally/ had a proper reunion with her seemingly back to her proper condition. As opposed to how... weary she had been after being freed from the Empire.

{Tfw you missed that a skeet was part of a different reply chain and accidentally insert yourself because you misread. Gods, that's embarrassing. I hate that I tunnelvisioned that hard lol.}

"Another quiet evening, relatively speaking. And rather peaceful at that. Hm."

"Happiest of birthdays to a fellow Eagle. Have a good one, Petra."

{Hello new folks. I will admit I'm a bit reclusive and shy at times when it comes to reaching out and I know a good chunk of y'all are Three Houses. Hope you all don't mind a Robin who's been in and out of Fodlan though, at times. Outralm Gate shenanigans are fun lol.}

("They seem to be relishing in their peace well, so far. The situation could have turned much worse on the whole, but there were still far too many losses. Between Rhea's transformation affecting quite a few of the Church and losses mounted by the war in general, Fodlan has a long road ahead...")

"Once I'm able to tie up those loose ends, returning home should be a simple matter." He took off his right glove. No brand. He was free. ("It's strange to essentially feel stuck between both Fodlan and Ylisse...") He thought, looking conflicted.

("I'm just relieved Rhea was able to survive all of that. I was truly afraid the end had come for her...")

("Validar was...he was able to control me. I gave the Emblem to him. I stole it from Chrom... And Lucina... She demanded my life...") Robin thought, devastated by what had happened. He didn't hold it against the princess. Not at all. But, it made him feel sick to his stomach.

"Hello Sylvain." Robin was genuinely unsure about the over-under on whether Sylvain would be maddeningly insightful...or just maddening. Still, he didn't mind the Gautier heir on the whole.

"Probably just to read a good book. Or just be around people I care about."

ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs@roleplayquestions.bsky.social · 2w ago

What’s the quickest way to calm your muse down if they’re riled up?

He was just taking a moment to read through some local literature. Mostly for ideas on where he may have been or what he was able to glean, at least with regards to tactics or battle. There was only so much though.

("The nightmares are getting worse. I've planned all I could based around them, especially with regards to the gemstones. But I'm still terrified of what could happen to Chrom...")

{And now we're back. Alright then.}

{Nope. Shitty ass site is still being shitty ass. Joy.}

{We alive? Because good god, this account has not been playing nice with the site today.}

{Wow, I mangled that last reply. Whoops. xD}

@sacredpower.bsky.social Robin, once more, found himself seeking out the Archbishop. It wasn't simply for a simple chat, though he would hardly complain if it had gotten to that. No, he had grown... curious about something and she seemed to be the best person to ask. "Lady Rhea? Hello!" He greeted-

("Note to self: Consider asking Rhea what some...odd-looking spirit claiming our meeting being fate might be. I doubt any books will have mention of them. Ugh,") Robin thought. ("Things are definitely more complicated than dealing with Plegia. Specifically Gangrel and his soldiers.")

("My time in Fodlan has been strange. And I wish I could be more honest with my classmates. But without Ylisse existing in any textbooks, I'd look like I'm touched in the head,") Robin thought, frustrated with himself. ("As is, only two people know the truth and I'm not sure if one of them even--

{Sorry Arval-mun. This Robin is still in the middle of Awakening with a side-trip to pre-War Fodlan, so hes not exactly in the 'seen-it-all' state of mind yet. xD}

("I've seen how he's performed during scrimmages and in classes. Hubert has the makings of a great tactician. But tactics aren't /solely/ about victory. They're about ensuring allies and friends don't come home solely to be buried. Isn't that right, everyone back home?") He let out a tired sigh.

{Should note I'm defaulting to pre-skip for a lot of 3H stuff with my Robin solely due to building up to some post skip stuff. Admittedly, that's a long-haul thing, but I'm hoping I can make it pay off eventually.}

{I really should update my pinned and try to get a better layout of sorts. May help make it clearer what I try to do with some of my split canons, so to speak. The fault's on me.}

@kingoffaerghus.bsky.social "Prince Dimitri, can you help me out with something? Specifically, we should seek out some firewood. It'll help being prepared."

"Maybe fishing would be a nice pasttime to learn. Sitting patiently, waiting for the next fish to bite and then a test of wills and strength between myself and the fish I'm trying to catch."

Oh thank the gods, I can avoid summer. The sand gets all over the books.

"I don't know everything you're planning--if anything. I'm a student. Same as you all. Whatever /unsavory/ things you may have planned aren't my concern. As I said: I'm a tactician. My arms are to keep my comrades and friends safe. And when possible, reduce damage for /innocents/," Robin insisted.--

"I've no intentions of harming Edelgard, if that's what you're worried about," Robin insisted, his own eyes narrowing. "I fancy myself a tactician. It's my job to keep my comrades and friends alive. I may not know my own past, but what I /do/ have is meant for /good/."

"No, I think I'm quite fine right now, thank you," Robin muttered, in deadpan. "Midnight walks only work when one's particularly mentally agitated and those are usually better in /solitary/."