#support: tiki

[amatsuken]

"Say'ri!"

Tiki bounds fowards in a mess of cloaks and ribbons, billowing with excitement. Her friend of today has found herself here, at this monastery of yesterday. She can't help but clas Say'ri's hands in her own, her usual disregard for personal space allowed only by the one.

In truth, there is much more Tiki would say to describe this princess of humans; but she doesn't want to overwhelm her friend. Not when they'd become reunited so randomly. Only a fool would not treasure such a gift.

"Oh Say'ri, what a joy it is to see you in health! I've so missed my dear guardian. Come, there is much to explore here! We will be busy every day."

There are few voices that she will never fail to remember, even if she were to be stripped of everything that made her into the woman she is now. Yen'fay, Mother, Father... and now, the soothing lilt of a tone that belongs to the very person she had been searching for-- it's a movement that requires no thought as she turns to face Tiki, hands already offered to her. She knows how dear the touch of another is to her. How lonely it must have been, the centuries in which she remained alone. Tiki will never face that isolation again for as long as Say'ri lives. "My lady," Her tone remains as even as ever, though the crinkle of her eyes and the slight tilt of her lips says more than words ever could. There is little to be said when nothing she could muster would begin to express the joy she feels in this moment. "It has been far too long." "And as I, you. Pray tell me of your adventures in this land-- I am quite sure you have plenty of tales to regale me with." A light squeeze of the smaller woman's hands follows, along with a downward tilt of her head. "I am ever at your disposal. Where shall we begin?"

[doyouevenliftbrooo]

*Sniff sniff* You smell like sweat.

--?! Etie gently grips the front of her own shirt, tugging it upwards just enough to ... sniff it herself. She can't detect any hint of a scent on it, though, and her expression shifts into a bit of a grimace. "Sweat...? I mean, I have been outside all day. Guess it's time to call it quits and head back to get freshened up. S... Sorry... What a first impression to make."

[sublimeflowoftime]

Greetings. Forgive me, but your ears are so alike to mine! Are you perhaps descended of dragons?

“I… what?” To be spoken to by another still gives her pause. Much less to have her appearance commented on, and even less so to that to be compared to a dragon of all things. Are those even real?

Hair and tassels are pushed aside by the girls own hand to trace the shape of the ears they frame, a look of slight surprise taking over her expression at the feeling of a slight point under her hand. “Huh. Well would you look at that, I suppose they do hold similar shape! How odd.” 

Odd, yet intriguing all the same. She’d always just assumed all ears came in was that same rounded shape she’d observed on everyone else until this. Though it’s not as though she’d had ever been able to use a mirror to check that previously.

Sothis lifts upwards towards the fellow pointy-eared stranger, head tilted with a curious gaze as she floats about. “Perhaps I am as ‘dragon’ as you say. Or perhaps I am not. How exactly would one tell such a thing? Does dragon heritage present itself in ears alone? Or is there more to this mystery..?”

[laslow]

Prison Break

Everything after his conversation with the guard is a blur--probably for the best, judging by their disheveled state. His temples still throb with a headache, though at least he's no longer bleeding from his wounds.

They've found a meager respite in this break room, though he won't be lulled into a false sense of security. Senses still on high alert, he creeps closer to the locked door, adjusting his hold on Corrin. Laslow stares at the key for a heartbeat. Honestly, they could use every ounce of luck Lady Fate has to offer. Blowing kisses has always been a superstition of his--

He shakes his head, dislodging a dust bunny from his hair, and hobbles forward with Corrin in tow. Kisses for luck aside, Laslow fits the key in the lock, relieved when it turns and he hears the tell-tale click.

“Careful now,” he murmurs and gives it a gentle push.

There's a guard inside. As soon as you open the door, he turns around, surprised. Then angry. "Hey!" he shouts, and charges for you with his spear. [Roll 1d3: 2. We run!]

"Sorry we can't stay for tea!" Laslow calls, rushing backward. If they fight now, they risk drawing more attention to themselves, but he can't deny the allure of having a weapon should they defeat this sole guard. (Even if it is a spear.)

[taguelbunnyboy]

I remember you! The Taguel were once a strong, kind people. I am happy to know you continue to thrive, now that the fell dragon has been properly removed. I hope you continue to fare well, little one.

"Thanks, Tiki..."

It was always a pleasant surprise to see a Ylissean at the academy. It showed that his homes were interconnected - that his home here was still with those he cared for, fought for.

"I'm trying my best."

The little one does elicit a small chuckle from him, though - there's always a nice little touch of irony in someone so much smaller than him calling him little. It wasn't entirely wrong, mentally, at least.

"I've still been trying to find time for prayers for Naga, at any rate. I know there's not really the perfect spot for that out here, what with how the goddess here not being ours... but I'm trying to hold faith, even still."

Yarne was probably one of the more devout members of his group - which was ironic, considering how entwined Naga worship was with manspawn. But he'd always had tearstained prayers for the taguel to have one more chance.

Or for him to go with his ancestors.

"But you probably don't want me talking about any of that worshippy stuff..."

Shaking his head, Yarne reaches into a pocket of his uniform, quickly pulling out -

"Carrot?"

He didn't... really know if manaketes liked them. But it was still worth a shot.

[doyouevenliftbrooo]

Aw, now she actually felt a little bad. It's clear that her light-hearted comment was taken a bit too seriously, and Etie raises her hands to wave in an attempt to dismiss the joke in its entirety. "No, no... Wait... It's okay, really. I didn't mean it like that!" "Nice to meet you, Tiki. I'm Etie- a Royal Knight of Firene. I don't know where Ylisse is, but... I'm meeting all sorts of people from all over the place here." There's a quick bow of her own head that follows, a light chuckle escaping. "But seriously. No need for the manners. If ... sniffing is your thing, feel free to do it as much as you want, I guess?" @naganokoe

*SNIFFS YOU BACK*

Ha! Smells like…. nothing, actually. This isn’t vengeance like I thought it would be.

Tiki pauses, taken aback. What did this girl want with sniffing her? Did she too possess elevated senses, keen to the presence of dragons?

But... vengeance? Had Tiki's greeting really been so cold? She supposes, it is a different land, filled with people the world over.

"My apologies, if my comment came off as rude. It was merely an observation." She bows her head slightly. "Let's start over. I am called Tiki, and I hail from Ylisse; who might you be?"

[sotiredmostnights]

say'ri deserves more supports in general but i am forever mourning the missed potential of her talking with virion (who also lost his people/homeland due to walhart) and lon'qu (who is very obviously from chon'sin)

[felikatze]

ohh engage dragons are a metaphor for autism i see now

[laslow]

In between ripping up his shirt and passing out makeshift bandages, he casts worried glances at Corrin. She seems at ease resting in Maria's care. "Thank you, Maria," he says softly. Technically, he's responsible for Corrin's well-being; what the Nohrian lords don't know won't harm them.

Maybe.

He hums along with Tiki's song until the last note fades. "You've quite a lovely voice, Lady Tiki." He falls silent after that, watching the sky bruise into shades of purple through half-lidded eyes. Guards begin handing out and lighting torches, faint circles of light casting shadows inside the cages.

One guard takes up a post a few feet away. Laslow rouses from his stupor, arms stretching as far as they'll go above his head. "Oi! How much longer will this take? The children are exhausted."

The soldier looks at him wearily as if to say "and we're not?" "One more day at least," he answers gruffly. "Sleep on the floor if standing tires you so." In the distance comes the howl of wolves.

Laslow frowns. Well. Isn't he just a ray of sunshine "They're the ones bleeding from injuries," he mumbles under his breath. "No one's yet told me what this is all about. I like to face my incoming demise by name." A glance at the shadows beyond their somber procession. The wolves are keeping their distance for now.

"Huh? Play your cards right and you might get yourself a place in the new world's army. They certainly don't want your blood for their new god." Meaning Laslow specifically. "The rest of you should be happy that your lives are finally going to mean something. You'll be contributing to something far greater than you ever would have touched otherwise."

"What makes me so special, eh?" Laughing in the face of danger has never felt so forced. "Does it have to do with that church? Lopto...loppy...lop something."

"Bingo. They only want maidens and children. Something about purity. I don't know the specifics." Misogyny in the church, you know how it is.

Laslow can't hide his open distaste this time "....as much as i adore the company of a lovely woman, don't you think that's a bit far? if it was your daughter in this cage, what would you do?"

The soldier seems to consider this for a moment, but then shakes his head. That's a level of empathy that he's not capable - or allowed - to have. "My family is safe as long as I cooperate. That question is unthinkable."

Anger kindles just below his skin. What kind of heartless, unfeeling monsters--

"Do you really believe in this new god? is it worth all of this?" he makes a sweeping gesture at the cage, the women, the kids. "I know that if my daughter was here, I'd rip the world apart to ensure she was safe. even if it meant disobeying orders."

He's done his best not to imagine Soleil in a situation like this, but now he can almost see her face among the rest. Naga, he prays that wherever she is in the world, she's safe and smiling.

The man doesn't continue the conversation, instead falling into thoughtful silence.

[roll: 19! It's a surprise roll that may catch up to me later!]

paddy wagonin’

[unofficialgayawakening]

Robin S Supports

These three Robin S supports are included in the most recent version of UGA!

[amatsuken]

They are hardly through the threshold before Tiki observes the night's game. Though she had thought little of the seashell pinned to her dress, seeing them passed around had caught her eye. This was the first event that Tiki could attend with Say'ri on her arm, and she was going to ensure they appear as the package they now are.

She stops, and raises a hand to squeeze Say'ri's arm. Her eyes are full of the sparkling whimsy of the room, but she lowers her voice to a little whisper.

"We ought to match our charms, don't you think? We are arriving together, after all." This time, she turns to her princess, grabbing at a seashell from her satchel. "Come, let me affix this to your lapel. Oh come, lean down a bit so I can attach it properly."

There hasn't been a second in which a fond smile hasn't donned her face, her arm kept snug and secure within Tiki's grasp-- despite the crowds of patrons gathered here, Say'ri doesn't have to sift through them to know that nobody here can begin to compare to the beauty of the woman beside her. Her eyes don't even bother to glance anywhere else but at her lady's face, a light chuckle escaping at her suggestion. "Aye, I'm inclined to agree," Say'ri heartily offers her support before leaning over to make up for the differences in their height, her free hand coming up to fiddle with the clasp of her necklace for a moment. It takes little effort to undo it, and once Tiki has placed her own charm on the lapel of her jacket, she motions for her companion to turn around. "Allow me, my Lady. I believe a pearl fits you quite well- in Chon'sin, there are some folktales that state that pearls are merely tears of mythical beings." Leaning to the side, Say'ri's fingers gently brush Tiki's hair out of the way as she carefully winds the necklace around her front, bringing the clasps around to the back as her breath remains close to her partner's ear. "Yet they're also touted for their beauty."

Once the clasp is properly closed, her hands linger for just a moment, fingertips trailing ever-so-slightly against her skin before pulling away. "I am incapable of believing that any pearl could shine brighter than you, however."

[artistofarchanea]

caeda, princess of talys

[sublimeflowoftime]

[ SWEET BUN TRIO ] - A selection of traditional Faerghus pastries, all small enough to be eaten in one delicious bite! The first bun is filled with sweet cream and topped with icing and a candied cherry. The second is a sweet roll filled with almonds, pecans, and dried cranberries and glazed with honey. The third is a bun sliced in half, filled with almond paste and whipped cream, dusted with powdered sugar on top.

To say that Tiki is intrigued for her stature, her clothes, or her cadence would be a lie. This time, she did not have to use her nose to know. Long ears, long green hair, and a headdress to match, Tiki feels certain.

"Excuse me! Hello!" Tiki elbows her way through the cluttered hall, plate of pastries in hand. With a drink in her other hand, she finds herself in a hard spot; how best to offer her chosed companion such a treat?

"Erm... fancy a bite? These cakes are delightful!"

“Ah, you again.” The acknowledgment is almost delighted, strangely. Despite how… different their first interaction had been (and how brief in nature), she’d found herself almost hoping to see her again. Ones with strange questions would naturally come with them strange answers, right?

Though, perhaps not now. Now the green haired stranger brings neither questions nor answers. Only pastries. Ones she has to withhold herself from snatching up like some sort of starved beast once it’s made clear they are in fact being offered to her. 

“Well I suppose if you’re offering, who would I be to refuse?”She isn’t quite sure the differences, though she doubts it matters. With all the sugar on top, any actual flavor is sure to be buried in tooth-rotting sweetness anyway. She can practically taste how bad for her new form the treat is the moment it enters her mouth. Delicious. 

“Mm, this is quite good indeed! I’ll confess, I had always wanted to try such confections, but I have never the means before now. Thank you… hm.. I don’t believe I caught your name before. I am Sothis. Who might you be?”

[justicespeared]

Oh hello, little one. Nice to see you smiling, despite all you've endured.

"Holy- Tiki!"

It's kind of hard to forget about a literal kinda-goddess, right? (Wait, is Tiki a goddess? Things get a little murky in the middle of war and the rest of it.)

"I didn't know you were here! Wow, seems like everyone's coming to Garreg Mach now, huh?" Everyone - so about five people. Still, feels like a lot of people from home.

"I mean yeah, why wouldn't I be smiling?" Because the world is cruel. However, how are things supposed to get better if she lets things get her down. "But I'm glad to see you, Tiki. I'm always happy to see someone from home."

[archiepiscopus]

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“Quite the lively individual, the hallways always seem brighter when her presence is near. I have noticed how eager she is to meet new people, though her approach can be quite unique…but I believe she does mean well, and only wishes to bond with students and faculty alike.”

“Not only is she similar to Professor Dheginsea in how she is able to switch forms, but her appearance…she undoubtedly hails from a faraway land, and has no ties to Mother and her children, but she could effortlessly blend in with our kind if she so wished. I must admit that when my eyes first spotted her, a wave of relief washed over me as I thought it was somehow a lost survivor who only now managed to come out of hiding, but alas…”

“I am grateful for her presence all the same. The fact she is so comfortable in her own skin, proudly showcasing her true form to those around her, is genuinely heartwarming. I am happy for her.”

[disneydatass]

You really gotta love all the “can’t believe people are making jokes and can’t believe you would wish death on someone you don’t politically agree with” like did you all take one of those men and black flashes to the brain? This is a man whose right hand said he wanted all gays to die and mocked disabled people and made so many racist and sexist remarks that lead to a literal kkk uprising where people died! And that doesn’t even begin to list his predatory crimes and other evil like behavior!!