#support: mitama

[laslow]

[ RELAX ]

Laslow was something of an expected face at any grand, festive occasion such as this. More importantly, he was one that the shrine maiden felt comfortable settling next to for a moment's rest when the hustle and bustle of the event became all too much. She sighs audible as she sits into a seat next to him, stretching out her sore legs in front of her.

"I did not expect to find you away from the crowds." She confesses, turning to look at him once she has flopped back against the chair. "I thought the chance to...approach beautiful people without a necessary pretense would be something you would seize without hesitation." That was what Soleil did, after all.

After a moment of quiet, Mitama turns to look back at the crowds. "Do you think there are more people here than there were in the army?" She asks. "...it is strange to think this is probably the most people I have ever been around in my life."

As much as he'd love to dance the night away, Laslow has learned a valuable lesson when it comes to the Ethereal Ball: pacing himself. Switching between a waltz and a minuet and some of the faster paced, traditional dances does take a toll.

So he'd slipped away from the dance floor before he could be enticed into another waltz, gratefully claiming a seat among the many open lounge chairs situated along the cabana.

Laslow cracks open one closed eye as movement sounds next to him. He brightens, recognizing Mitama. The flowers in her hair suit her. A smile forms while he languidly sits upright. "Good evening, lovely Mitama. Ah, well, even the most opportunistic of philanderers needs a break every so often." He shrugs, carefree. "Absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that."

Someone laughs further down the patio. Laslow follows the shrine maiden's gaze. Momentary sorrow pierces his heart; the subtle reminders of the circumstances detailing her childhood--the very same that describe every child's upbringing during the war--never fail to bring with it a deep rooted guilt.

He's quiet. Gathers his thoughts before responding, "If I'd hazard a guess, I say it's about the same. Armies can be deceptively large." He swings his legs over the side of his chair, then props an elbow on his knee, chin coming to rest in his upturned palm. "I do hope this crowd is far more...enjoyable than an army, at least."

[raijintosworn]

🎄

"Lord Ryoma." Her warning comes too late. Another innocent soul falls to the fatal trap, set by none other than Lord Ryoma's own sister. Mitama can only grimace in quiet sympathy as she gestures towards the hanging mistletoe as explanation. "My apologies, I had hoped to manage to warn you sooner. By all means, please ignore me."

tis the season ; accepting

Ryoma only looks up when Mitama points up at the plant. Ah. Hook, line, and sinker right into a fresh sprig of mistletoe. Two more victims of the little plant.

Traditions or no, he does feel rather odd, kissing Azama’s daughter. At least in the way tradition calls for. She did say to ignore her, but that also felt rude. There has to be some sort of compromise. He pauses for a moment before realising.

“Ignoring you won’t do. If bad luck were to come to you…” Well, what? He can’t imagine Azama being the protective father who kicks Ryoma’s door down to yell at him. Regardless, he does have an idea.

Gently, he tips Mitama head forward, and places a tiny kiss at the crown of her head. He releases her immediately. “There. No harm done, hm?”

[princepsumbra]

[ BIRTHDAY GIFT ]

"Good evening, Lord Leo." Technically, she is cutting in line. However, she believes that so long as you do anything confidently enough, there are very few who will be brave enough to question it. So, she strides up to the Nohrian prince as confidently as she can and settles in next to him in the long line to present the special birthday boy with his gifts.

It is not just a strategy to get through this more quickly, however. Mitama is curious, and she imagines a studious soul can only appreciate another. "Might I ask what you're presenting as a gift to our lucky classmate? I always wondered what sort of gifts were common at Nohrian celebrations...my caretakers always made up ridiculous stories that I cannot imagine would make for very practical gifts at all."

"Good evening, Mitama," Leo replies automatically, an eyebrow raising at her brash move of cutting in line. Someone nearby grumbles under their breath. Normally, such a breach in etiquette is something Leo would call out--some small part of him quietly agrees with the disgruntled party guest.

But, Mitama's lucky. Leo wants to get this over with as quickly as everyone else, and drawing attention to what he can only assume is not the first attempt of line cutting would result in this gift giving convoy dragging on even longer. He swallows his remarks and instead considers her question.

Indeed, what do you get for a man who supposedly has everything? Leo lifts the small package in his hand. "My gift is rather boring, compared to whatever you're imagining. A book on famous Nohrian strategists; perhaps this will enlighten our well-to-do classmate on other cultures."

A sigh. "I'm not sure if I'm the right person to ask about Nohrian celebrations. I am fully aware life in Castle Krakenburg was not the common experience of my countrymen. My siblings and I received all the common trappings of royalty--jewels, armor, weapons, whatever else we desired." Before Garon turned into a monster, he does not add. "From what I've gathered, most outside the castle walls received practical gifts. Things to help them survive, though our festivals often carried more frivolous things."

He tilts his head. "Now you've piqued my own curiosity. Just what did your caretakers claim we exchanged as gifts? The blood of our enemies?"

[chosenoneofdusk]

[ Lovetape - redux! ]

She had been advised that the best way to participate in the game was to make her efforts a secret, but she did not see the fun in that. One would imagine part of the joy of an experience such as this was seeing the confusion of the target as they puzzled out what had just happened.

"Ophelia, hold still." That is all the warning Mitama gives out. She pulls the note from it's little stack and swiftly sticks the adhesive side to Ophelia's forehead before her friend can stop her. Mitama laughs, wiggling her fingers in the place of a wave as she continues walking. "Enjoy!"

Stars you admire / are a pale imitation / of your radiance.

[Pride Asks] - Accepting!

"Mitama?" For someone normally so loquacious, she finds the only word she can say is her friends name in a confused tone as the adhesive is attached to her forehead. If she had expected anything, it was to be surprise attacked in a flurry of silk. But to be boldly gotten in the day, just out in the open like this.... Her friend was no coward. "To brazenly attack a hero such as I in broad daylight is quite the feat of courage I must say!"

She waves her friend well, but takes off the note immediately. She has class to get to, and she doesn't need everyone to read what is a private comment on her way to class. However, upon arriving, she decided to read the note. Upon it was a haikyuu or however you pronounced those poems Mitama loved so much. The kindest one Ophelia had ever read for her anyways. A smile graced her lips as she put it with the rest of her things as a reminder that she was cared for, even when she doubted the stars really had chosen her. After class, she would have to do something for Mitama.

[chosenoneofdusk]

Ophelia wraps an arm around her friend's waist, before pulling her in. "I believe tonight will not just raise my star. Come! Have some ambition Mitama! The stars are so fond of you they have come to reside within your eyes! Is that not the mark of a chosen one?" While Ophelia had a mark of a chosen one upon her, a part of her had always envied her friend's eyes. After all, she loved all things celestial and it sometimes felt her friend did not appreciate her gift.

As Mitama swirls her glass, Ophelia finds herself thinking. Peace. That was the thing she had always known. Most would be satisfied with peace, yet it left her feeling restless. Where was her destiny waiting for her? "That is where we differ from each other. I find peace... disquieting. For is a heroine not supposed to have events eternally? Does peace not mean I have done something wrong?"

She smiles as her friend properly appreciated the gift she had given. "I had heard upon the grapevine that we must trade ours to get a reward at the end of the dance. That is why we must part ways. Besides, I know you will treasure the Shining Soulgem."

Letting her friend hook her arm around her, she begins to lead her to the dance floor. "A dance will be lovely, especially with my most illustrious friend!"

@chosenoneofdusk | cont

Mitama laughs, raising her arm to hide it behind her sleeve. It has been enough time that she forgot how endearing it was to hear Ophelia talk of fate as if it was not a horrid burden. "I can only imagine what machinations the fates might weave to transpire tonight to push your star even higher into the sky."

Mitama lowers her arm, humming thoughtfully to herself. She spins the glass by its stem and watches how the movement causes the drink to bubble and hiss. "My night has certainly been..." filled with things she would rather avoid. "eventful thus far. I would not say no to a little more peace."

She takes a sip of the drink and only wrinkles her nose a little when it fizzes under her nose. She takes her friend's brooch and takes a second to admire it (so that Ophelia does not assume she does not appreciate it's splendor) before tucking it away. "Well, why must you part from it so soon, then?"

Mitama hooks an arm around Ophelia's and giggles. "Fate need learn patience / for I am claiming up time / a dance, if you will? After the drinks, of course."

[moeblob]

In case anyone who follows me forgot or did not know. Good lord I love Saizo and bless him for finally getting an alt and also bless him for being the only reasonable adult once again (in the paralogues). This man suffers so much from the people around him and the fact even his alt isn't a vacation but more stress is really funny to me (and bad for him, sorry buddy).

Saizo Dislikers please leave it at the door I don't wanna hear it. I've read enough rude tags on my art of him to last me a life time. o7

[justicespeared]

flower, sender gives receiver a flower.

( actions speak louder than words ; accepting )

It’s a warm, sunny day. There are flowers growing in all the grassy areas of Garreg Mach; wildflowers, most likely. Cynthia isn’t good at identifying flowers, but she does know which ones are the best ones for flower fortunes.

She was doing them by herself initially, but then some other students asked her for their fortunes. She can’t remember them all; there was an arrogant guy who wanted to know the results of his grades, a young woman who wanted to know if the girl she liked would like her back, and someone who just wanted to know where they’d placed their necklace. Well, Cynthia can’t help with the last one: that’s not what flower fortunes are for.

Another girl joins her. She has bright pink hair, and stars in her eyes. No, literally - stars! She’s seen eyes like those before actually: maybe it’s a race thing? Heck, there’s people here who can turn into all sorts of creatures, so it wouldn’t surprise Cynthia.

Right. Back on task.

“Hi!” she says. “Pick a flower, any flower, and we’ll get started. It’s more accurate if you pick, cause then the flower is calling to you for your fortune.” Is that true? Eh, it’s all for fun anyway. It’s what she told everyone else, too.

Cynthia takes the flower offered to her. “Ooh, good choice!” Plenty of petals, vibrant and full of life. It seems almost a shame to have picked it, but the petals left behind will all come in handy. “So, what would you like to know? I can tell you if your next mock battle will do well, or if that special someone will say yes if you ask them out.” An eyebrow wiggle follows those words - really sell it, Cynthia.

“It’s never steered me wrong. Every time I’ve done flower fortunes before a battle, I’ve come out of it totally fine.” She still does them now, as a sort of ritual. It gets her in the right mindset.

[shiroselia]

God gives his hardest battles (liking Fates' 2nd gen) to his strongest soldiers (me since age 13)

[crevassier]

"My, you stand out even more than I normally do with attire that bright." Though she teases, her tone is appreciative as she examines his outfit. The flower certainly broke up the visual consistency nicely. It was more than she expected from him, she would admit that.

She smiles as she reaches for her bracelet and starts to fidget with the charms. "I hope that your strategy worked out well and you found that nice date you were looking for. I would apologize for the lack of commitment on my part but...well, I did warn you that I was not nice."

Her little starfish charm comes off and she offers it for him to take. "I hope this makes up for it. And, assuming you are not busy with all of your dates, would you be open to a dance?" She laughs, at herself this time. "I am not very good at it, so I am sure you can impress more bystanders with your skill."

“Oh, hey Mitama.” Within his first minutes at the ball, a familiar face comes to his side- his breath hitching for a moment before a soft sigh of relief slipped through his teeth once he saw it was just Mitama after all. He had every reason in the world to want to avoid her- or even fear her, as she clearly was an exceptionally skilled mage and more than once she has declared to be fully willing to zap him into dust if he were to be a little more daring or pushy with his approaches. Yet somehow, he viewed her in a light not too different from Ingrid.

The threats were there, the reactions to his flirtings were all there, but somehow he still found it in himself to be fully willing to come to her side, perhaps make a joke or two. Towards her, his flirts had never been in the form of a hidden dagger, but just that of a playful slap on the shoulder. “Is that so? I’d say you’re looking quite gorgeous with that outfit, it compliments your hair really well.” His speech lacked the usual energy, but it wasn’t laced with lies or venom. Exhaustion made it impossible to keep the thick layers of varnish for too long.

“I kinda put mine up together last minute, I’m glad it worked out somehow, haha.” It backfired completely, apparently. He had purposefully tried to underdress for the occasion to blend in with the crowd…only to draw even more attention. There was really no winning here.

At the offer of her charm, a small smile crept into his lips. “Hey, don’t sweat it. I wouldn’t put something so silly against you, even more since we can still spend time together after all.” With a tiny click, he removed his own charm- a little golden anchor, placing it on her hand in exchange for the offered star. “Come on, let’s get groovy! I can teach you some moves. No stepping on feet though!"

In the end, he sounded just a little more earnest.

[vallitevoice]

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○○○○○ | ATTRACTION ○○○○○ | AFFECTION ***○○ | INTEREST ○○○○○ | LOYALTY ○○○○○ | TRUST

LOW | ●●●●● | HIGH Part of Azura wants to seek answers, but the wound from the Battle of the Eagle and Lion still burns. Mitama was certainly not a woman to curb her words. The songstress isn't hiding, per se, but the pink-haired girl is not the first face she'd want to see. "She cut with a decisive and iron-bending will. I must measure up next time. No....I cannot simply run off with my tail between my legs." Azura frowned. Yes, part of her was viscerally afraid of what Mitama might know. Hoshido was not a friend anymore. But the coward's path was not why she was here. "I will stand my ground."

[perilegs]

i love rhajat so much. i got her c support with selkie which was just rhajat worshipping her and so i decided to go and read some more of her supports and theyre all so good. my beautiful princess who has nothing wrong with her.

[laslow]

"Congratulations in regards to your continued survival." Mitama hides her yawn behind her hand as she holds out a bag of Hoshidan tea for him. "To help in your continued endeavors. Perhaps something of higher quality might even aid you in having more successful encounters."

He accepts the tea with relish. Hoshidan tea is sweeter, more floral than the bitter Nohrian stuff. All these years later he still feels like a traitor, preferring the Hoshidan blend.

But he can hardly say no to a gift!

"Why thank you, dearest Mitama," he replies, undoing the drawstrings and enjoying a deep whiff of the light scent. Her words finally sink in on his next exhale. "Hey, wait a second, have a little more faith in me!"

[raijintosworn]

4. A kiss to the top of the head I am not leaving that up to the dice

kiss roulette to the top of the head ; not accepting

Ryoma knows he shouldn't really have attachments to students.

It's a little more complicated than that. Whether she likes it or not, Mitama is a little piece of home. She's the daughter of a family friend. She's... well, she's not quite family, but she's something important. Even if neither of them can quite parse what that is.

He doesn't understand quite why he feels comfortable enough to reach out to her. He tilts Mitama's head down, and presses a kiss to the crown of her head.

Would it be strange to say that if he had a daughter, he'd hope she was like Mitama? Possibly. She's a sweet, earnest girl.

Perhaps Ryoma is simply feeling sentimental. He can't tell. He hopes she'll forgive this sentimental moment of his.

[princepsumbra]

Recovering from her poor performance in the last round of the arena makes visiting…difficult, and therefore not something she is willing to attempt. She does not expect the Nohrian prince is anticipating her anyway.

The gift is simple; a vase of flowers (not picked for any reason, if only because she had been half-awake when she selected them) and a note, tucked neatly among the blooms.

Another year past / may the follies of the past / remain left behind. Congratulations on the day of your birth, Lord Leo.

He finds the flowers sitting neatly in front of his office door. Not many know what today signifies; a fact he's perfectly content with. Alert, he glances about the walkways only to find them empty.

Leo picks up the bouquet with a sigh and slips inside his office. The vase makes a soft thunk when he sets it down atop his desk. A leaf falls free, fluttering off its stem onto the dark wood below.

Mindful of the petals, Leo picks up the card, snorting softly in agreement with the haiku's sentiment. Care of that Hoshidan poet--Mitama, he recalls.

On a whim, he places her handwritten words inside one of his desk drawers. Not quite out of sight, and therefore, not quite out of mind.

[chosenoneofdusk]

[Champagne ]

"Ophelia!" Mitama smiles as she finds her friend. She holds out one of the two pairs of glasses for her to take. "How fortunate to find you here, of all places. Almost as though the stars had aligned." Mitama says it with a joking lilt. Her friend's faith in the stars and fate had always felt so much more genuine than Mitama's.

"Are you enjoying yourself? Oh, here!" Mitama waits for her hand to be free and then takes her brooch, awkwardly gathering the string of pearls with one hand so she can pass it to Ophelia. "I believe we are expected to exchange these."

“Mitama! How fortuitous I should find you here!” Taking the offered champagne glass, she took a sip of the golden liquid inside the chalice. Smiling at her friend, she takes another sip before speaking. “Of course the stars have aligned! Can you not feel it in your bones? A most fateful night is upon us!” If she had noticed the joking lilt in the voice, she did not address it. She knew in absolutes that fate had brought them back together!

“Oh most assuredly! For a first night at this prestigious school, this is a most kindly welcome for a heroine! What of you, my starry eyed friend? Are you not enjoying yourself?” Taking the brooch in hand, she finishes her drink so both her hands can reach for her own. “I had heard much of the same. As reluctant as I am to part with such a resplendent crystal, I believe it will serve you much better in the hours to come. May you enjoy the ball to the fullest!”

[verseandrhyme]

your character in five quotes

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Tell us your favorite quotes from your character. Give us an idea of who they are by five things they’ve said. Then tag your friends.

Who's there? Didn't I say to go away? I don't want any! Haven't you a higher calling than to trouble my door? Mayhaps you should place yourself in a prostrate position, then perish? [...] How can I make it any clearer? Lay down and die! Paralogue 12: Sweet Dreams

Filial duty / One of life's highest virtues / Where did I go wrong? I've been thinking on that subject a lot. I wanted to be a loving daughter. Alas… Your soul slumbered before ever I had the chance. Death is inevitable, of course. If you had died, I would feel no sorrow. But this… The astral plane's light / Far off, it flickers and dims / Am I still myself? …Rest well, Father. As luck would have it, your soul has yet to pass on. Sleepers need only be awoken. As you have done for me so often, I now have the honor of doing for you. I am no longer a lackadaisical maiden. I can hold my own in combat now. This may turn violent, so I ask that you don't call the gods' wrath down on me. I will greet your slumbering spirit with a hearty, wakeful slap! Heirs of Fate End: Lost in the Waves. Mitama vs. Azama battle conversation

Yet more days alone / Mother is late to visit / I feel my heart break. You'd gotten very busy, and my caretakers told me you couldn't come to visit. I remember now, I started writing poems to entertain myself while you were gone. Left waiting for you / My world turned inward to verse / Structure to sorrow. B Rank Support with Mother.

Yes. For what reason do nations go to war? Why do their peoples kill each other? All I have seen is pain. Blood and death and sickness abound. Yet we talk about it as though it were some grand adventure. I cannot fathom it. We should all just return to our homes. C Rank Support with Siegbert

We should follow the course cut out for us, not oppose it blindly. This is the course that was cut for me. If I did not go to battle, I would be a deserter. That is unacceptable. Nor would my father leave me be. I can't have that. So it is easier to go into battle than not. I simply follow the way of things. B Rank Support with Siegbert

Tagged by: gestures at dash Tagging: points directly at you

Bonus because this exchange drives me insane every time why is she so annoying:

Dwyer: Anyway, I'm just saying don't sleep in disgusting places with vermin. Mitama: I'll sleep where I like. Dwyer: You really must think of your safety. Mitama: Some have called you a vermin. Dwyer: Oh. Have they really? Mitama: Besides, if we bunk together and you fall asleep, what good does that do? A rat could scurry there as well. Dwyer: I won't fall asleep then. Mitama: My snore is soothing. Dwyer: I'll pinch my leg to stay awake. Mitama: You'd pinch yourself all night long, week after week, month after month? Dwyer: To keep you from rats? Yes. Mitama: That's dedication. Or perhaps it's…devotion? Dwyer: Tomato, tomato. Mitama: What? You said it the same way twice. To-MAY-toe, to-MAH-to. That's how you say that, Dwyer.

S Rank Support with Dwyer