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Activity Check: June 2025

Status: passed

Skill points gained: - Activity (Flying: C+ → C+ ½)

Total: 1; 26 → 27

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Not... really, she says, with a clear hint of hesitation in her voice, and it draws his attention, sparking his curiosity. He wonders if she's aware that saying it like that gets people asking questions more than it does keeping them quiet.

But for now, he leaves that thought aside. Maybe what beings she knows function on a different principle, or maybe it's something she would rather not speak of. He's curious, but not nosy, at least not when the situation doesn't demand it, so he lets it go, focusing instead on following her, watching the skies around them - and the question she asks.

"Well, I don't really ride pegasi myself, for likely clear reasons," he responds with a quiet, slightly amused - albeit not mocking in any way - huff. "It's, well. How should I put it. I can communicate with both pegasi and wyverns to some degree, and have a lot of expertise with fighting in flight. So I can help the kids with balance, coordination, and good contact with their mounts," he explains. "After all - their wings aren't part of their body like they are mine, but in battle, they should need to feel just as connected."

So, y'know, the opposite of that student he chastised earlier.

"What about you?" He turns it around once he decides they're still good on time; it's hard to tell on his beak, but he smiles as he asks. "You and your buddy seem to have very good contact - you've probably worked together for a while now?"

Spread Your Wings and Fly. Or Don't

Mission Season: Restoration

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Tibarn had mixed feelings on the whole Pearl Shoals situation from the start. The Church's intend to enter and gather information — snoop for it, if he wanted to use a less diplomatic but more faithful to how he felt term — reminded him juuuust a little bit of the way Begnion interfered in the interests of others, and the kind of consequences that behavior had.

At the same time, he supposed he understood where it came from. If you don't want to get stabbed in the back, you search the suspicious party for potential sharp objects. And, well, he acknowledged that he might simply not know enough about Fódlan's political scene outside of it being commonly described as delicate, which, well, went further to explain the caution.

With all that in mind — in the end, when instructions arrived, however he felt about them, he accepted them without much complaint.

What he hasn't been informed about was who else was involved with that whole project. As such, when he walks into the library and before him sits a familiar head of dark blue, the first reaction is a surprised look of wide eyes. Huh.

"Likewise, I didn't know you were here either," he admits. "I arrived a little while ago." He supposes that a lot of their interests simply don't align enough to get them in the same room a lot.

Hell, he doesn't visit the library that often when he doesn't have to. Anyway.

"Well, I got recruited into this whole thing as well," he explains further, a light wince on his face serving as a good indicator of his opinion on that fact. "Something about being fast, good at hiding my presence, and not looking Fódlanese."

He shakes his wings lightly, as if shaking the thought itself off him, before glancing at the books surrounding Pelleas from all sides.

"So, how's your progress on your part?"

(hacker vc) we're in

         ⤷    mission task:   pearlescent   ( research )

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The sight and sound of an ally in danger overshadow completely the thought of this guy is supposed to be the Dragon King, huh in his mind, at least for the time being. He knows by now what to expect and not to expect from Kurthnaga, he knows better than to compare him to the overgrown lizard he called his father - and if he can relieve someone's burdens, he will.

Remembering in the last possible moment how the little prince reacts to blood, Tibarn - still transformed - holds back the itching in his talons, and instead opts to charge forward, stepping physically in between Kurthnaga and the three beasts that could hardly be called dogs. Spreading his wings wide until his size can be compared to that of a wyvern, he lets out a ferocious shriek that cuts through the air like a dagger.

The intimidation works just well enough; stepping back with tails between their legs, the animals flee, each in different direction.

Well, he supposes this is a problem for future them. For now, reverting to his humanoid form, Tibarn turns to face Kurthnaga.

"You okay there? What happened?"

Do You Have That Dog in You || Tibarn & Kurthnaga

Mission: Riding +1 || @goldoanheart || Mission Season: Pearlescent

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He can tell that the scene doesn't touch Soren all that much. In a way, it doesn't surprise him, really - the strategist has always lived in a world of his own, and stuck by them during the war just for Ike and the mercenary payment. Mostly for Ike, if he wanted to be truly honest with himself.

It was a large part of the reason why, no matter how much they had been through side by side - battles, wars, toppling gods - he never felt like he knew much of anything about the guy.

... Well, that was not entirely true, he supposes as the realization dawns on him.

There was something he knew, an unpleasant sensation he recognized from the start, but chose to ignore in favor of the newfound alliance, and out of respect for those who saved his brethren. He knew his scent, the strange, almost distorted aura carried by the tactician -

the aura that meant that the majority of the laguz army, while following his strategies as per his, Ranulf's and Skrimir's orders, refused to acknowledge his existence.

He's probably had it rough in life, comes Tibarn's conclusion.

But the time to consider that further isn't now - not when they walk from another fire into another, and screams erupt anew - this time, the shrill voices of the beorc, rather than the melodious agony of the Herons. The smell of blood and burning bodies grows stronger than before, and two women run towards them, one grabbing at him - and, unlike the phantoms of the previous visions, actually managing to touch him, feeling significantly more real than the previous visions.

"Who is he?" Tibarn asks, his voice strong and steady again.

"Th—The mercenary! That young blue-haired mercenary!" comes a shaking answer, short of breath. "He—He set off to protect our village from some bandits... and then came back slaughtering us! He—"

A child's scream pierces the air like a knife, and panic takes over - the woman screams in response herself, letting go of Tibarn and running off, completely ignorant of the destruction behind them, as if not noticing it at all.

Blue-haired mercenary. Tibarn looks at Soren to discern his reaction, as if waiting for him to decide their course of action this time around.

This did, after all, start off as Soren's nightmare.

And even without the hint, that's enough for Tibarn to guess how it's most likely to end.

Do What's Right || Tibarn & Soren

Dream dungeon woes || @senerist || Mission Season: Distress

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"Sure, why not! This place has both good and bad moments, but that can be said about just about anywhere, can't it," Tibarn huffs in amusement. Boy does Fódlan have its moments, huh.

And yet, at the same time, it has a certain something he cannot put into words - something that keeps him coming back.

"Heh, thanks. Of course, right back at you. I take a lot of patrolling work around here - as long as you remember to look up, I'm not too hard to find." They can rely on each other, as they always could since the first time they became allies. Some things do not change, no matter the place and time, as long as people remain true to themselves.

"Well, speaking of which, I guess I'll finish my break and get back to it," he laughs, shooting Ike a thumbs up as a flap of his wings separates his feet from the ground again.

"I'll be seeing you!"

— Thread End

(Swoops In) YOU || Tibarn & Ike

cont. || @radiantpaths

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With the kids at least a little warmed up, it's time to plan. Tibarn thinks about the weight of Cynthia's words as he considers their options; in response to the lady's shaken words, however, he huffs.

"If you're suggesting we leave you here, no can do," he declares with a shake of his head, in a tone that makes it clear he won't accept any arguing on the matter. With that said and done, however, hearing her did inspire a new thought in his head, and he looks at the two women.

"Between the two of you, who do you think has more strength left? I'd want one of you to ride on my back and take care of the kids."

The two look at each other in silence for a second, but the question doesn't seem difficult to answer for them; the other one, who had remained mostly silent until now, raises her hand. Indeed, the expression on her face and the speed of her movements do carry more energy in them, in Tibarn's trained eye. The thought of flying on his back is no doubt new - but it couldn't possibly be scarier than the idea of staying here and freezing to death along with the children.

"Alright." With a nod, he turns to Cynthia. "Are you able to take the other lady with you and watch for her safety? I can carry the other three no problem. They'll be able to hide in my feathers to protect themselves from the cold at least a little bit, so they should be fine - and hopefully carrying just one should be fine for you and your pegasus."

Understanding their assignment, the kids climb on his back as he lays himself down more flat to make it easier. He watches them for a moment, before looking back at Cynthia.

Much as he doesn't like being treated as an animal, sometimes drastic circumstances call for drastic solutions.

"You got some rope, right? We can try and create a makeshift halter for me for them to hold on to. Would be more secure than just my feathers."

What Do I Spy With My Little Eye || Tibarn & Cynthia

Searching for the missing || @justicespeared || Mission Season: Restoration

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At the monastery, Tibarn's day would always start with a flight over the grounds and the town stretching itself below and around it. It was a very natural duty for him to take over whenever he was here; he needs less sleep than the beorc, he naturally gets up at the crack of dawn, and the patrol would double as his first morning stretch. He could tell that the Knights from whom he inherited the task were relieved to hand it over, too; and if something natural for him to do also makes their lives easier, then why not? Best of both worlds.

Of course, this flight would only serve as a warm-up for his wings. The rest of his body needed more than that, and for that reason, if his patrol did not end in the forest where he hunted something for breakfast, it usually ended in the monastery's training grounds, where he would get some workout in against some training dummies.

Today, however, his timing leads to him meeting a new face - and an eager one, by the sounds of it. Tibarn grins in response to the friendly greeting.

"Alfred, is it? I'm Tibarn, a flying instructor at the Academy." In case his wings didn't make it obvious. "I usually train alone due to the early hour, but I welcome the company as well. If you're not tired, that is." His head tilts slightly to the side in a somewhat bird-like fashion, eyeing the boy. Quite eager, indeed, for a beorc.

im sue and its time to pump it up.

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Big gardens weren’t anything new to Tibarn. Both beorc and laguz enjoy them, if for completely different reasons.

Keeping animals of various kinds in said gardens is also nothing unusual for his standards. Animals like nature. He does too. Yep, perfectly normal.

But what in Feral One nonsense is THAT??

When the thing jumps at him with fangs at the ready, his instinct to fight rather than flee gets the better of him and he swipes, his talons momentarily manifesting on his hand and making the animal’s face even more grotesque than it already was, because apparently that was still possible. Realization dawning on him, he winces, transforms and dives into the large bushes nearby, making his way through the garden in a more concealed fashion.

Now he could just declare this none of his business, nothing he wants to be a part of, not his monkey, not his circus, and leave. And there is a part of him that really wants to.

But there’s a much louder part disturbed deeply enough to want to get to the bottom of this.

Now joined by another part pointing out that that guy over there, surrounded by no less than three of those snarling beasts, looks familiar.

“Kurthnaga?” Tibarn calls, completely forgetting any titles or formalities in the moment, more focused on the— “Watch out!”

Do You Have That Dog in You || Tibarn & Kurthnaga

Mission: Riding +1 || @goldoanheart || Mission Season: Pearlescent

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Activity Check: May 2025

Status: passed

Skill points gained: - Activity (Gauntlet: B+ ½ → A)

Total: 1; 25 → 26

Obtained: - Flashing Fist Art (Gauntlet A)

Grappler class unlocked!

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Both Sharena's hands and Tibarn's talons get back to work. He supposes that it feels good and refreshing, in a way. Rarely if ever has he had a chance before to use these for anything other than rending the flesh of his enemies, and certainly never before has he tried to use them in an effort to nurture new life and help rekindle hope in a place that was this close to losing it all. His wings? Sure, they've carried medicine and supplies just as swiftly as they've carried death, and that was nothing new. His talons, though? He's never seen such use for them before.

It felt kinda good. Even a soul filled with Chaos such as his own needs this kinda rest and stability every once in a while, it turns out.

When Sharena calls for his attention and gives instructions, he nods and directs himself as told. Her quick addition, however, prompts a rather comical-looking head tilt from him.

"Don't think I would, honestly. I've spent some time here at the monastery, sure, but this is maybe my second time in the greenhouse at most. Suffice to say this here ain't my area of expertise... most of the time, anyway." These talons sure are coming in handy right now, but any gentler job would not be his forte.

"If you're new around here, then I take it you haven't seen the greenhouse before it was destroyed," he muses. "Bit of a shame, I can't really recall what the layout here was. But that's fine, they said that as long as we can plan things out and don't make a mess, we're good to go."

He points at one particular satchel of seeds Sharena had picked up. "They wanted us to start with these. It's a strong medicinal plant with many uses, and they want to make sure they have a good reserve of those."

Can a hawk till a field? Should a hawk till a field?

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"You don't have the vibe," Tibarn nods to Ike's self-reflection with an amused huff. "But maybe that's just because you haven't really had the chance for that up until now, so I haven't seen you so much as try."

Circumstances force people to adapt to whatever definition of normal their life throws them, after all. And eventually, some grow to not only accept it, but even embrace and enjoy it.

Some don't, though. Which one Ike is, Tibarn really does have no way of knowing, as he comes to realize. Is this something he doesn't wish for, or does he only think that?

"Well, right now the work situation would probably be something along the lines of hands necessary everywhere for everything," the Hawk notes, his eyes momentarily sliding off of Ike to observe the pile of rubble behind him and two workers picking it apart stone by stone. "Between manual labor needed for reconstruction, hunting remnants of the monsters that invaded every corner of Fódlan, and searching for the missing people, you'll be put to work the instant you ask for it. The Church compensates well, too. Doesn't look like their coffers were affected that much."

Ike is a mercenary, after all, and one's gotta make ends meet. Tibarn understands that the man wasn't asking that question just because he's bored.

(Swoops In) YOU || Tibarn & Ike

cont. || @radiantpaths

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Cynthia is, thankfully, quick to fish out some emergency rations out of her saddle; for Tibarn's part, he generally doesn't carry around stuff like that, between eating his fill before setting out and being able to hunt on the fly, so he's glad the girl came prepared.

The jerky is taken and shared between the children; the taste may not be a favorite of theirs, but in a situation like this, hunger triumphs personal preferences and the dried meat is gobbled up. For his part, the Hawk sits on the ground, opening one of his wings. "If you're cold, you can come over here for a moment. I'll warm you up before we go."

The two children eagerly take him up on the offer - partially from the cold, and partially, he thinks, from the fascination of seeing a Very Big Bird up close.

"Th-Thank you," comes the voice of one of the women - shivering from the cold, but also shaking from the emotions. "We th-thought we were d-done for... Didn't think s-someone would search h-here..."

"We got a hint in town that some people were running towards the mountains as they escaped from the monsters," Tibarn explains. "Was there anyone else with you? Did you get separated from anyone?"

The lady's eyes falter, gaze falling down as she rubs her hands, trying to generate at least a little warmth between them. "There were others, but... they..."

Ah.

"... I understand," Tibarn says quietly, so that she doesn't have to.

What Do I Spy With My Little Eye || Tibarn & Cynthia

Searching for the missing || @justicespeared || Mission Season: Restoration

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Edelgard's warning is met with a slightly cheeky grin, and an amused huff, as he follows her. Indeed, under normal circumstances, he - as well as most bird tribe laguz - would consider someone even touching their wings to be a serious affront, much less playing with them like they're toys to be meddled with.

But here and now, well... The thought didn't feel all that unpleasant or offensive in any way. Did he actually have a soft spot for children? He was, quite frankly, not aware of it.

(Damn. Bit young to be getting senile already.)

He shelves the thoughts for later - or never, that's fine too - as they enter, and are met with several curious pairs of eyes. Some seem slightly intimidated, but many show joy and excitement; if Tibarn were to guess, at least a few of them are not seeing Edelgard for the first time. Or maybe they're just happy for someone to visit them at all.

"Looks like you're quite popular around here," he throws towards the Imperial Princess casually, smiling, before he transforms, prompting many gasps and wide-eyed stares as he does. A few kids are intimidated by the sight, hiding behind others - but after he sits on the floor a bit like a mother hen and makes himself smaller and less scary-looking (and hides his talons), a few kids run excitedly towards him for pets, with one boy immediately climbing on him.

"Yeah, sure," he mutters, though there is no annoyance or anything of the sort in his voice, more just amusement. "My men would find this scene so funny."

All's Well That Ends Well || Tibarn & Edelgard

Post-calamity Daycare || @hresvelged || Mission Season: Restoration

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Sword, axe, spear, bow and arrow. The world of beorc weaponry was a faraway fantasy to Tibarn, no less than for other laguz. Their encounters with it were usually limited to the battlefield, where they were known as the fangs and claws of the humans, who would use them to defend their naturally weaker flesh.

Many of his brethren thought and spoke of beorc weaponry with a sneer, and on occasion so did he, but he also did consider it a threat that had to be respected, even if begrudgingly. For where humans lacked in natural born power, they made up for in creativity. Unlike Tiger fangs or his talons, beorc weapons could be remade, exchanged and improved - and they made full use of that advantage. And so it was, that when he killed a soldier holding a lance that proved too short or cumbersome to counter his talons, the next enemy rolled up with a longer spear, or one more suitable for throwing, or one coated in poison or magic. When an archer failed to reach the height on which he soared and paid for it with his throat, the sniper he faced on another occasion wielded a long-range bow that managed to graze his feathers.

Beorc weaponry was nothing more to him than a danger to be bested, neutralized and disarmed; tools that held no meaning once their owner lay in a bloody puddle on the ground. Never before has he shown any interest in the art and effort that went into their creation.

But this time around, something about the steady beat of the hammer and the passion of the blacksmith responsible for it prompts Tibarn to stop and watch, alongside a few other people gathered for the demonstration. The man's skill and expertise were not for him to judge, but the crowd seems impressed, so he guesses it's a good sign.

He pauses briefly when a young lady standing next to him speaks, addressing him. With a light smile, he shakes his head. So that's the vibe he gives off, huh.

"Mm? Nope. Never wielded a beo— human weapon in my life." He shakes his head, while at the same time waving lightly the wings on his back, as though a soft reminder that they're there, and they're real.

"I'm a shapeshifter. I can take on the form of a Hawk and fight with my talons. Though if you don't mind, I'd rather not demonstrate here and now - distracting the guy with a big hammer would not be a good idea, I think," he elaborates. "I take it you don't have people like me where you're from."

He then eyes her more closely, with curiosity. "What about you? You give me magic user energy, but I noticed this demonstration seems very interesting to you." He pauses briefly, before nodding. "Name's Tibarn, by the way. Professor at the Academy."

why don't they just transform? are they stupid?

restoration: weapon forging (axe +1)

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It's interesting to hear a walker's perspective on flying. Much as Tibarn does enjoy flying and the feeling of freedom that the rush of wind in his feathers gives him, it makes him realize that he has always taken it... rather for granted. Just something he can do whenever he wants, no matter what, and the idea of having that ability taken from him has never crossed his mind.

(A flightless Hawk is a dead Hawk, as they once taught in Daein's military schools. However despicable the thought is, it is in fact a correct one - for a Hawk that loses the skies loses the reason to live.)

"Oh, I remember Ulki mentioning that now that I think about it," he nods. "Said you seemed to like it a lot, while he got a bit of a new view on flying out of it. I think we Hawks are just so used to flying that we don't even think what life would be like without it," he muses, partially to Rhys and partially to himself, before huffing in amusement. "I'd hate it, that's for damn certain."

With that in mind, he turns his full attention back to the healer, and grins before celadon aura envelops his body and he transforms into his Hawk form.

"What I'm trying to say here is, if I can give you a taste of flying again, then I'm happy to do it! The sights here are no less amazing than they are in Tellius," he says cheerfully, his voice unchanged, as he lowers himself a little to let Rhys more comfortably climb on his back. "Hop on, buddy. Oh, and don't hesitate to let me know if I need to adjust in the flight - I tend to fly a bit faster than Ulki."

soaring like a cloud

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Activity Check: April 2025

Status: passed

Skill points gained: - Activity (Gauntlet: B+ → B+ ½)

Total: 1; 24 → 25