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There is nothing gained, nothing lost. No proof of what Sephiran is, but that's no matter -- Naesala likes to draw truths out slowly, like a weaver spinning her tapestry. Secrets are both essential to the health of a nosy once-king as well as being intellectually stimulating.

So he shrugs. He's doing a lot of that, the relaxed body language between the two of them. They pingpong back and forth their banter and their clever little retorts. "There are so many mysteries that the bird tribes hold. Maybe one day I'll teach you about some of ours, but I'm not sure you have the stomach for it."

Another smile. A little more wicked.

He considers Sephiran's words, tilts his head back and he hums. Strange and mysterious creatures within these halls? Now, that simply is something he would need to look into.

"Are there? And I'm assuming you don't make friends with them either, do you?" he says, then feigns embarrassment. "Not that you lack of them, of course."

well, well! look what ashera dragged in.

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"No, no. I'm not the type to fight over pretty women," Naesala smiles, though he still looks at Laslow with a curious gaze. He's still trying to place him, and still trying to figure out what sort of a person he is. "So don't worry about that. I doubt I could harm you, anyway, if your reputation is to be believed."

Naesala waits until Laslow stands, and then he himself bends at the waist as he mimics the pose. A low bow, a little dance, a bit of a tease. Naesala just wants to be what he's meant to be -- a curious sort, sticking his head where he's not welcome.

"My name is Naesala, I'm a professor for the Blue Lions," he says as he stands upright. "The pleasure is all mine, I can assure you. Are you busy this day? I think you would make for most excellent company."

𝗶'𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗮 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂.

[FIRST INTERACTION] - Laslow & Naesala.

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As the student stares dumbly at Naesala, he stares right back.

His expression is easy-going, something amused and not offended. After all, he does not think this student to be the brightest in the academy -- perhaps the most empathetic, but certainly not the smartest. Why else would he be staring at Naesala as if he sprouted a second head?

The questions come as a surprise, and Naesala laughs. It's a real thing, not something false for back stabbing deals and trading of unethically acquired gold. The young man has caught Naesala off-guard. Care about women? That's sort of funny.

"I am a woman," he says, and waves his hand like it doesn't matter. Because it does not. He holds no loyalty to a gender, but he -- as previously stated -- does prefer their company to men. "But yes. I think it would be better if we worked together, don't you think?"

He wants to put the ideas in this boy's head, make him come to the conclusions on his own -- Naesala does not want to take this potion and risk burning alive. But someone with such passion for sweeping young ladies off their feet? Now, that might be someone who he can convince to do something reckless.

"If you'd like, I can help guide you. But you need to stop staring at me first."

i'm gonna cast this spell so we don't light on fire. what are we doing to our beautiful queens

mission board: showcase - faith +1

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It's stupid, of course. The deal had potential to be perfect -- to take this bow at half price and have it for himself, then perhaps sell it once more to some other higher bidder. It's not price gouging. It's called being efficient.

But he must pause and consider. The woman said 'mythical creature' and did not specify what type. And as Naesala walks with his deep obsidian wings flat against his back he finds that he might be marked a target.

This is the reason he has not gone off into the woods. He perhaps -- begrudgingly -- needs a guide.

He stares at the bow and thinks about the cost versus the payoff. Gold is always in the back of his mind, of course, but he also does quite enjoy self-preservation ( unless, of course, he's been caught in one of those moods ).

His thoughts are disrupted, however, and he turns around to see a ghost. Naesala takes a step back, and lets the bow come into full view of any who might need to gaze upon it. His sharp eyes narrow as he takes in the boy in front of him, and he remembers blood and rage and sorrow and --

"It would be," he says. His voice is cool, almost cold. But there is a devil's smile on his lips as he motions towards it. "Beautiful, isn't it? Do you seek it as well?"

remember that time you beheaded me? i sure don't

bow +1 | MISSION BOARD: SHOWCASE

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"Beorc are pathetic things."

Naesala does not always hold disdain in his heart for them. He does not always nurture it, keep it close and use it like a weapon. He is not always cold with it, but there are times when he thinks about blood pacts and ripped off wings and laguz slaves; this is when he can taste blood in his mouth.

"Pathetic, stupid, short lived things," he says. They keep fighting, though none of them have the drive to be anything other than weak. He does not want to correct them. Maybe Tibarn could have -- strong thing that he is -- or maybe Reyson would have pitied them. But he does not.

"I want them to figure that out themselves, but we both know they won't, don't we? They're embarrassing to see, and if they had been more... studious they would not have been so sad to watch. Maybe they would have fared better under a Daein banner, one held by the late King Ashnard. Then they would have gotten better, or fallen behind."

The Two Worst Men You've Ever Met Teach You How to Hold a Sword (They Don't Know How to Hold a Sword)

Recovery | Any Skill +1

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"You'd better not doubt me," he says, and there is no bite to his words. Instead, there is a genuine smile that graces his lips. He knows that Kurth's hair is short and it is -- for those less talented -- difficult to work with, but Naesala is an artist in his own right.

The flowers are braided into his hair with ease. The soft colors match against Kurth's green hair, and Naesala makes a crown in plaits from his temples to the back of his head. The flowers are secure, and yet they flow in the soft breeze, gentle and light.

The style is kept together with a soft strip of leather. He pulls back and admires his work. "How nice. Go look at yourself in that mirror, if you would."

𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘰𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.

[RECOVERY] - exploring the festival, Kurth & Naesala

[corvuschriisti]

Okay, okay. Naesala is quite beautiful, he has to admit. There is a striking quality to his sharp features; his eyes light up with mischief and cunning as his lips curl into an almost flirtatious smile. Reyson and Leanne, of course, are more beautiful than he ever could be. But he is also quite a sight to behold.

His wings, of course, simply add to the beauty at hand.

There is no denying that this would be fun. Naesala holds no pictures of himself, has not had the ability to spend his gold on frivolous things like commissioning portraits of his likeness. Sometimes, when he is in a particularly good mood, he feels entirely vain and wishes there were such an object to flaunt.

"Of course, my Lady Deirdre," he says, and he looks over the photo booth once again. How expensive was this to create? "We should take more than one, don't you think? You'll need them for your Lord Husbands... a gift, perhaps?"

Look at this photograph every time I do it makes me laugh every time I do it makes me

Showcase: photo booth

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"I don't want to stunt the development of young minds," he says dryly. He does not care for the people who are lost, nor does he care about these rules about staying away. His duties might be to the students, yes, but shouldn't they make their own mistakes?

Naesala certainly thinks so. Or -- more accurately -- he does not care what dangers they get into.

He starts to walk around the perimeter, staying out of the way of those who guard this treasure. He pauses, looks over a large gap between two tall mounds of dirt. He smiles.

"Working conditions, of course. We don't want anyone toiling away in the darkness -- they'd be keeping all their findings to themselves. That would be no good."

i hope quan signed your permission slip to go into the very normal and not at all dangerous mine

[SHOWCASE] - Axe+1, Altena & Naesala

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[ 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are spooning for comfort and warmth.

This is not his own bed, is the first thought that registers in Andrei's clouded mind as he regains consciousness. In fact, it is not any bed at all. His side is pressed against the cold, hard ground, and as if to add to the atmosphere, he could hear the howling of wind outside.

And yet, oddly enough, he does not feel like he's freezing, nor is he too uncomfortable even lying on the earth like this. Despite the temperatures, there is something warm covering him, like a soft down blanket, blocking out the elements. Blearily, he opens his eyes.

There are feathers around him, jet black. Familiar. Moving.

"W-what are you doing," Andrei whirls around at record speed for his current position, feeling the heat crawl up his cheeks as he finds his face inches away from Naesala's. He pushes himself away, putting a respectable amount of distance between them (and if he momentarily mourns the loss of the comforting warmth the other had provided, that is information he would very much like to keep to himself.)

Belatedly, he remembers embarking on the mountaintop mission with the raven, frigid winds whipping at his hair and seeping deep into his bones. The slow, steep climb up the mountain path, and then... Everything after is a haze.

"What happened?" he asks Naesala, in a calmer tone this time, though the flush does not abate from his expression just yet. Honestly, he's not even sure he wants to know the answer.

for you i would ↳ meme

His wing covers Andrei's body, and Naesala's arms are so close to wrapping around him.

It's for warmth, he tells himself -- because it would not do to be so familiar with his friend. But it is when his limbs do try to wrap themselves around his body that Andrei stirs.

Andrei turns, demands an explanation, and Naesala keeps his expression schooled into an easy smile. He watches the blush on his cheeks and cannot help but smile wider; this is one of his favorite expressions that dearest Andrei gifts him.

"Did you want to freeze to death?" he asks lightly, and spreads his wing out. He leans back and lets him have his space, though he too hates the distance that is between them and the warmth that has been taken. "Birds can get terribly cold, you know. Our hollow bones are not meant for such temperatures."

He opens his arms, the smile replaced with a little smirk. "Come back. We should rest, shouldn't we? And you'd feel terrible if you catch a cold, I could only imagine what your pretty face would look like all red and flushed."

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𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝: a little assortment of prompts revolving around painful, bottled up affection and endless yearning, as well as the possible result of finally taking action. remember to tag your dark themes. add +reverse to swap the roles.

[ 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] : receiver notices sender looking at them longingly. [ 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 ] : receiver hears sender calling their name while asleep. [ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 ] : sender drapes a coat / cape / etc. around receiver's shoulders. [ 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : receiver is hugging a coat / cape / etc. that belongs to the sender. [ 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 ] : sender is helping the receiver through a panic attack / severe anxiety. [ 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 ] : sender takes a hold of receiver's both hands. [ 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are spooning for comfort and warmth. [ 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are finally about to kiss, but are interrupted. [ 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 ] : sender and receiver are finally sharing a passionate kiss. [ 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ] : sender has just found the receiver who's been missing for weeks. [ 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 ] : after being misinformed that the sender has died, receiver is grieving. [ 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 ] : sender is expressing anger over receiver's constant recklessness. [ 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 ] : sender is voicing their negative opinion about a person who appears to be close with the receiver. [ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 ] : sender has just told receiver "you belong to me". [ 𝐰𝐡𝐲 ] : sender has just asked receiver "why don't you love me". [ 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : sender has harmed someone who threatened the receiver. [ 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦 ] : sender has killed someone who threatened the receiver. [ 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 ] : sender has gotten injured protecting the receiver. [ 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 ] : sender is getting frustrated with their repressed affection and asks receiver to leave them alone. [ 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 ] : unable to handle their fondness towards receiver, the sender lashes out and they end up in a heated argument. [ 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 ] : sender is apologising for appearing cold. [ 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 ] : sender is telling receiver they "deserve better than whatever this is".

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✦ 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐘: 𝐍𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐀.

—𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞.

Initial Class: Raven King Birthday: November 20th Basic Info: The King of Kilvas and inheritor of a blood pact with Begnion. Sly and cunning, many think he only cares for himself. When he opens up it is obvious he cares very much for his fellow laguz, especially the herons of Serenes. He considers Nealuchi to be his father and closest confidante.

—𝐂 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤.

Likes: food, shiny things, older people. Dislikes: feeling trapped, being rejected, laguz intolerance.

—𝐁 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤.

Hobbies: hair dressing, jewelry making & collecting. Talents: lying, acrobatics, animal handling. Background: Forced into the position of king by nature of his strength and cunning, Naesala did not hold any disdain for the rulers before him. He needed to learn how to keep secrets and play both sides quickly, lest his people suffer.

—𝐀 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤.

Height: 6'3 / 190.5 cm Ring Size: 9 Personality: Not easy to read. Friendly, but with a smile that does not reach his eyes. Closed off and self deprecating, but filled with love for those that he cares for. Willing to do whatever it takes no matter the consequences. The ally most likely to steal your jacket buttons.

(resources used linked below the cut)

Ally Notebook entries for all playable Engage characters

Ring size chart

Font generator (Math Serif Bold)

Original meme

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He does not let it show how much her comment stings. He has ruined enough alliances, but the reasons for his actions (and inactions) are not hers to weigh. The lives of the ravens will always be worth more than that of the hawks, and that of those he loves.

( it is, and will always be, a trolley problem: there is one side that needs to suffer, and since he was king he would need to choose correctly. )

"You don't need to be grateful for anything I've done," he says, and while her anger had slipped out his own self-deprecation comes to meet it. "It was that, or Tibarn would have worn my beak as a necklace."

The subject changes, and Naesala tilts his head. He thinks it is the collective imagination, a madness shared by many -- and he truly has zero interest in providing a remedy.

She's probably not going to play along. No matter. "I think it has more to do with that statue than with actual ghouls and ghosts," he says. "And too many have come forward -- it cannot be an animal. Perhaps we have a stalker on the monastery grounds? Someone who wants this place for themselves?"

Ghouls Just Wanna Have Fun

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"There is no such thing as perfection. And there is always room to improve."

Now it is Naesala's turn to stop from gagging. His mask slips for just one moment, his lips twitch downwards, but he does not let it stay for too long. Instead, he hums his answer and adjusts his jacket collar. "I suppose that's true enough," he allows, and then looks over at Reyson. He does not need to reach into his heart and hold it close in order to understand how this conversation could upset him so. "And that's what you want from us? To test this before you can sell it?"

Idiot beorc. He's going to get swindled, and think he has the upper hand the entire time. It's always like this.

"That would be the idea," the duke smiles, and Naesala notes the way that he lingers his gaze on Reyson. He clears his throat and the duke looks back at him -- less impressed. "But for now, I think you must rest. Please, enjoy the amenities here. I'll be sure to keep you entertained."

Naesala laughs, though the sound is hollow. He is going to enjoy ruining this man.

"Come now, Reyson. Let's get our beauty sleep. I remember where our rooms are... follow me?"

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭.

[RECOVERY] - exploring the duke's secrets, Naesala & Reyson.

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Naesala watches as Leanne perks up. It's a trait he likes very much in her, the lightness in her movements and the way she gets excited for things that perhaps should not be so exciting. Of course he won't be the judge of that -- his own grin matches that of his best friend, and he lets her take his hand in his.

"I hope they really do play their little instruments," he says, and keeps up the pace. his wings do not fan out, do not black out the budding moon. Instead, he keeps them to his back and lets his face express his feelings.

( his heart does not open, but he does not hide how he feels: energized, happy, at ease. )

He hears the note again -- this time, he's drawn to it like a moth to a flame. This does not arouse any suspicion from him, even if perhaps it should. Instead, his light feet carry them to a darkened alleyway, into the rat's den.

"If they cause trouble, we can always ask the Hawk King to swoop in and get them. Hawks love little field mice, delicious little snacks."

He takes another few steps as he hears it -- the sounds of the song beginning. That smile widens on his face as he squints into the darkness, searching for the answers of what the true source of this music is.

taking my best friend out to a rat concert (concert performed by rats)

[SHOWCASE] - Sword+1, Leanne and Naesala

[corvuschriisti]

House Riegan has long benefitted from holding lands and seas alike blessed with plenty and its manufacturers and traders are the cream of the crop when it comes to the Alliance. Its only weakness lies in its lack of mineral resources but no more! Recent sightings unearth a mine never before excavated. Quickly, the duchy moves to investigate it for if there might be anything of worth to fully cement it as unbeatable compared to all the other Alliance territories. However, it proves to be in a dangerous spot, leaving all curious onlookers to be unable to even get close as the company in charge of searching it blocks off all parties not hired for the mission. Perhaps the promise of something new and exciting tantalizes you to try and sneak past them anyhow, or could it be that you are concerned for the miners’ sakes? Could this sudden mine be too good to be true? Only one way to find out… [Grants Axe +1]

"Do you think you know a way in?"

Naesala does not care if he is caught. He's not broken any rules yet -- he's simply scoping out the area, just in case there's a way inside. There must be some hidden passage, somewhere that's not the front entrance. And he's determined to find it.

Birds belong to the sky, not to the earth. Which makes this a little uncomfortable for him, but he is used to the hard and cold walls of Kilvas mountains, the stone that made up his throne. He shouldn't have an issue with the underground.

He doesn't think too hard about it. Instead he looks at the young woman in front of him and smiles. "Or are you searching, same as I?"

@luminousrider

i hope quan signed your permission slip to go into the very normal and not at all dangerous mine

[SHOWCASE] - Axe+1, Altena & Naesala

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Naesala nods. He can place the heavy steps of the beorc instructor nearby, the thump thump that would be gentler if they were more attuned to the world around them. His own feet are light on the ground -- bird bones hollow -- and he lets himself be guided by Andrei.

"Well, you're capable of getting us out," he says, a change from calling him useless, and keeps his steps in line with Andrei's. "If we get caught, I'll be quite disappointed. After what we've been through we at least deserve the prize at the end."

awareness roll: 1d20 = 20!

His good wing tenses and he puts his hand on Andrei's upper arm, tugging him out of the way of another trap. A net covered by leaves hides itself between three trees, and when Naesala bends down and picks up a rock to toss atop it, he sees it snap upwards.

He still holds onto Andrei's arm, though now he's grinning ear to ear. "Okay, now you," he says in a voice barely above a whisper. "Save my life. We're trading off."

𝙞'𝙢 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙜 𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙡.

[RECOVERY] - Sword +1 w/Andrei

[corvuschriisti]

a summary of babysitting duty.

[POST BOEL MINI] - Andrei & Naesala, returning the egg.