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[cremisii]

Hubert has already done work here. He's seen the white winged Reyson tend to the wounded, been intrigued by his magic, and settled himself into the role of 'quiet observer'. Nothing interesting to note during that communication, and he stays because curiosity is getting the better of him.

Hubert's connection to Micaiah has thus far been short-lived, though he cannot say he minds her at all; she, too, has a healing touch that perhaps is similar to his previous companion. He wonders how different faith magic is on other continents, and perhaps it is because he does not have a discerning eye that he is unable to tell different techniques apart.

( he does not, of course, know they come from very similar places indeed. )

He hums. Considers her words, and nods. "I suppose that would be for the best," he says, and looks out across over the disaster in front of them. He has no healing touch, not in the least -- his expertise can be used for other purposes. Good that Micaiah is able to recognize that.

"I'll converse with the others. You continue helping, and I will find you when I have discovered adequate information."

good cop bad cop but it's light mage dark mage

fracture / faith + 1

[cremisii]

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆ love headcanons !

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apple strudel - who was your muse's first crush? do they still have feelings for that person?

baklava - does your muse believe in true love? soulmates?

cannoli - how does your muse express love? how do they act when in love that differs from how they act around others normally?

chouquette - does your muse believe they deserve to be loved? why or why not?

croissant - what is your muse's ideal date?

eclair - do they want to one day be married?

inipit - what qualities do they seek in a partner? describe physical qualities and personality traits?

lattice pie - what kinds of gifts do they like to give to/receive from their partner?

macaron - what do they do after having a fight with their partner?

makmur - what role does forgiveness play?

mille-feuille - do they believe friends can become lovers? if so, when does love transcend from platonic to romantic? if not, why?

pan dulce - do they have an "i can fix them" complex? or are they one that needs to be fixed? if neither, how do they feel about the idea?

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Upon arriving in the Kingdom of Faerghus, it is evident that those tasked with guarding its borders are pleased to see Blue Lions students coming to help bolster their efforts. Many of the border guards are convinced that the turmoil in neighboring regions will cause criminals to be deported and instead sent to Faerghus, upending what peace they have left. Before you can make it much farther into the Kingdom, they persuade you (quite forcefully) to help fortify their defense. [Grants Heavy Armor +1]

This should not be something that he is assigned to complete, and yet here he is. He is becoming sick of being sent away on church sanctioned missions that by all rights he should not involve himself with. However, according to a certain professor inclined to use his status as faculty over Hubert, it appears that he does not have a choice in this matter.

He hopes to make this quick. These fools seem more concerned with that which is happening outside their walls rather than what is in it, and he knows that what happens within Faerghus is just as -- if not moreso -- uneasy.

With arms crossed he leans against the stone wall, his eyes surveying the scene in front of him. As a Black Eagles student he does not intend to help fortify as much as they would like him to, but he will find a way to keep busy. If nothing else, he might be able to figure out what exactly they are so afraid of.

His gaze flicks over to the professor who forced him on this little field trip. Having obvious skill with reason magic ( and with the lack of magically inclined students in the Blue Lions ) made him a prime target for the little foray.

"Professor Perceval," he says, and looks at him through his hair. "You do not expect me to assist with these menial tasks, do you? I feel I have done enough to assist a house I am not a part of."

@genrali

𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖒𝖔𝖎𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝖋𝖆𝖊𝖗𝖌𝖍𝖚𝖘

[RECOVERY] Heavy Armor +1 w/Perceval

[cremisii]

Mister Clean Was My Father. Call Me Clean.

Authority +1

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"Threatening them does nothing but rise the tensions."

Hubert stands back behind Corrin and looks down at the sword that is unceremoniously standing upright between them. He almost rolls his eyes, but that too would be counterproductive. "You are speaking in hypotheticals, Lord Corrin. Give them an answer that they can go home with tonight, or suffer consequences."

He is growing irritated, slowly allowing it to bloom in his chest. If there is not a choice made soon, he will leave, and allow Corrin to deal with this on his own.

It will be unfortunate to report back that the mission was failed, but if that is what he must do, then he will. He has offered his council and sees no way through but with one party utterly destroyed.

Mister Clean Was My Father. Call Me Clean.

Authority +1

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Hubert does not understand the lyrics. The language that's sung is beautiful, no doubt, and incredibly haunting; it is something that he will look up later when he has a spare moment. For now, though, he continues to look at him and study the way the magic flows through him.

"Interesting," he says, under his breath. Sharp eyes flick up to meet the healer's and he bows his head in agreement.

"That might be a place where my skills are better suited. I will leave the finer details to you, then," he agrees. He gives the man one last once-over, considering the physical changes to both him and his associates, and then turns to leave Reyson to his work.

end!

𝖆 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖘𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓.

[cremisii]

Hubert watches as his companion approaches the feud. His hopes are not high for an outcome that would benefit both sides, nor does he have the slightest of confidences that Corrin will be able to come to a solution. It appears that one village will be doomed, whether they wish for this to be the case or not.

Tragedy, he dimly considers, and then brushes the thought away. There is no helping a situation like this.

strength checks: 2d20 = 16, 8

He watches as the two village leaders try to push Corrin out of the way, eager to get back at each other's throats.

"You're a lyin' thief!" "You're takin' all the water for yourself!" "My people need that to survive!"

He looks over at the young king and raises his eyebrows.

Mister Clean Was My Father. Call Me Clean.

Authority +1

[cremisii]

Hubert followed Petra, acting as a shadow for a could-be assassin. He thinks of her in this way; she may not be an equal to Lady Edelgard, and to expect her to be would be to hold her to an unreachable standard, however he finds her to be competent in her own right.

As she suggested earlier, if these ghosts -- or whatever they are -- are corporeal, they'd better pray to whatever goddess they believed in that Petra is merciful. Their other option was Hubert, who certainly would not be.

Petra moved deliberately, her eyes scanned the ground and saw things that Hubert would not. His forte did not involve tracking in the least, but he could appreciate her skills and see how they were useful. He watched as she looked at him, her expression troubled, and he considered.

"If not spirits, then it would appear your skillset will be of use today. Of course, I can always provide a necessary backup. I'll defer to your judgement."

He looked down at the tracks and once again determined he could not make sense of them. "Then it begs the question of what you do believe did this?"

He does not wait for an answer, instead touches the cool stone of the statue, searching along its cracks for an answer ...

perception roll: 1d20=4

... and finds nothing amiss.

mm, freaky man-baby

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Ah, such naivety. Hubert almost smiles at the insistence on a solution but steadies himself, lest he give away all his thoughts. There are facts of the situation at play:

there is not enough water to split

there is one village that has long suffered the lack of it

there is one that now does not have what they are used to

Hubert can see the divide, and he knows there is no middle ground.

"If you have a suggestion, I would be open to hearing it. It seems they have no better idea than the either of us, which means yours might be the direction we can explore. However, I remind you, that they are about to slit each other's throats at any moment."

He pauses, and looks at the two sides. Corrin and Hubert will need to doom one of them today.

"Hasten your decision, or I will make it for you."

Mister Clean Was My Father. Call Me Clean.

Authority +1

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Perhaps he will learn something. He intends to, at the very least. Even if he cannot replicate it, perhaps he can study it -- magic from different continents has intrigued him enough that he wishes to learn.

He idly wonders if his professor, Lady Deirdre, knows of this sort of thing. He might need to inquire next he speaks with her.

"I see. This is certainly less chaotic than war, but I can understand how this would become less orderly rather quickly. I have not asked any other wielders of faith magic whether they are better at casting under specific circumstances, but perhaps I shall."

He watches Reyson with a measured and even expression, considering what is in front of him. A song is a strange way of casting, but this entire ritual is new to him. Thusly, he just watches, observes, and tries to learn.

𝖆 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖘𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓.

[cremisii]

The Setup.

Congratulations, you have chosen to undergo a psychological experiment in order to test the bounds of relationships and what the average individual deems appropriate behavior with a speed-dating simulation. You will be placed in a space with other like-minded subjects, where you will then converse about specific topics provided to you.

Your goals are to be as well liked as possible. We will act as facilitators for this simulation and watch the outcomes. We will be taking notes.

The Rules.

Signups will be from February 8th-13th. If you miss this window, your muse will not be allowed to enter the mini event. This is to give time for the organizers of the event (Ruaidhri and Arden) enough time to generate the lists.

The event will run from February 14th until February 20th.

You can sign up as many of your muses as you would like, but please note that the event runs for just over a week. Don’t overextend yourself!

Please tag all interactions #toaLoveHypothesis2024

Every participant will be paired with one other muse per round, which will be posted on Knoll’s blog. You may choose to do a thread with your partner, or you can send an ask. Please communicate with your partner to decide which works best for both of you!

At the start of each round, you will be assigned a random partner and a random conversation topic suggestion (you do not need to adhere to this topic, it’s just a suggestion for if your muse doesn’t know what to talk about).

The goal is to get your partner to like you! You want to impress your partner, and get them to give a thumbs up approval for the next round. Liking or disliking you does not affect whether you progress to the next round, only your score at the end.

At the beginning of each round Hubert or Knoll will go into each participant’s inbox and ask whether or not they like their paired partner. This ask is to be answered privately. You cannot change your mind once the ask has been answered.

Additional Info and Signup Form.

SIGNUP FORM HERE.

My muse is in a relationship/currently isn’t looking for a partner, can they still participate?

Yes, if you think they would sign up. The ic phrasing of the event as a psychological experiment or the logistics of a gathering like this appearing open-ended could lend itself to misinterpretation. Maybe a muse just showed up to make new friends. Whatever you want, they don’t need to have shown up with the goal of speed-dating if you don’t want them to have. Confused participants can also make for interesting threads. This, too, is data.

Do we have to follow the set topics assigned to us?

No, you can chat about whatever you wish. These suggestions are optional, to be used if you don’t know where to begin your conversation.

How many asks per round should we expect from the organizers?

One at the beginning of each round. Knoll or Hubert will ask you whether or not you like your partner. Answer it privately at any point before the round closes; unanswered asks will default to a ‘no.’

What happens if we’re disliked?

That’s unfortunate.

How will partners be chosen?

We will randomize the list of participants (rerolling only in situations where someone gets two of their own muses paired up).

Can we join the event late?

No. Once signups are closed, they’re closed; this is to make sure everyone is paired up evenly.

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"If you had wanted this particular shirt back, perhaps you should have asked for it."

He does not care that this belonged once to his -- acquaintance? friend? -- fellow student. It was the first thing he was able to grab, and by far the most comfortable. He ties the strings taunt around the neckline and proceeds to follow the other into the night.

"I am not well-versed in the axe, no," he says, and narrows his eyes as they approach the group. "Those skills are beyond my reach. I've demonstrated my aptitude for you by the lake, unless you've already forgotten by now."

He stands by Louis' side as the group begins to speak. They demand of them his future Empress' attention -- and in the dead of night. Hubert's eyes, narrowed though they already were, become cold and distant, and his lips curl downwards into a sharp frown.

"And by what authority do you come to bother Lady Edelgard at this hour?" he asks, and takes a step in front of Louis. He is not intending to pick a fight tonight, but if these people have no right to be here, then perhaps he should impose upon them a lesson. "She owes you no audience. I highly doubt she would speak to those who are so... ill-mannered, but that is an idle thought for the waking hours. You've come all this way, so I do suppose this warrants a response. My suggestion is that you leave, unless you wish to incur my wrath. I would hate for this to come to bloodshed."

as they say in firene: oh no!!!!

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Hubert was impressed. He had not heard Petra approach, and though he was not startled by her appearance he was surprised. Luckily for him, a fellow Black Eagles student was never a threat, and therefore did not raise any alarm bells.

"Ah. Petra. It is good to see you," he turned to look at her, and listened intently to her words. She had clearly thought this through ( something he expected from someone of Petra's caliber and intelligence ) and had already formulated a plan.

"That is correct," he said as he looked at her weapon. Despite the short amount of time they were separated ( Hubert blamed this upon his duties that stole him away from the monastery ) it remained clear that their friendship had not suffered for it. "If this creature is incorporeal as you have suggested, I have brought my tome along in case it becomes hostile. Hopefully it will not come to that, but it is best to be prepared."

The rumors had indeed intrigued and piqued Hubert's interest, if for nothing else he wished to know what was happening around the monastery. It was his duty, of course, to keep Lady Edelgard safe and to inform her of any goings-on.

Such a trifling matter such as ghost hunting was beneath her. And yet -- Hubert found this to be a fun exercise and thought experiment.

"Come. Let's hunt ghosts, as you said."

mm, freaky man-baby

[cremisii]

Send me hc + a word of your choosing and I’ll write a headcanon relating to that word!

Or send hc + two words and I’ll try and come up with one that links those two things together!

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Hubert watches his expression, and holds the tome open in his hand. His eyes narrow, and he begins to cast.

One after another the balls of Miasma cast into the lake, dissipating before they can ripple off into the water and cause harm. He does not aim anything at Louis, as that would be a distinctly unfair advantage; Hubert at least has clothes upon his back, whereas Louis is exposed without any means of protection.

The spell spreads out in a sea of shining iridescent purple and Hubert looks upon it with a self satisfied smile. "Consider not bathing here for the next few minutes. If you are as weak to magic as you claim, it will probably make you sick."

He turns, looks at Louis for a moment. Strange, that he feels less on edge around him now than he had just ten minutes prior. It does not matter.

"If you would like to see something else, consider keeping your eyes fixed upon me," he says, and looks to the sky. He reaches up and twists, his thumb moving outwards as his pinky reaches inwards. He holds the book, and casts light so bright into the sky.

It's beautiful, but Hubert does not think of that. He thinks about the dark magic that surges through him tome, through his fingers and his bones. He closes his eyes and lets the feeling wash over him.

thats not orange

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There is an incessant knocking on Hubert's door. It is a loud staccato, and it makes him grimace.

He is not properly dressed, as it is indeed almost time for bed. In order to be presentable he would need to put his uniform back on and brush his hair into place ( covering one eye, of course, as is his signature style ) which is not something he is keen on doing at present.

He is, unfortunately, tired. And yet there is an incessant knocking at his door.

He hears Louis' voice and groans audibly. What could he possibly want at this hour? He does not respond, only pulls on a loose white shirt ( which, keen eyes might note as having belonged once to a certain Blue Lion from Firene ) and ties a black sash around his waist. Paired with his trousers, he at the very least looks like he is amongst the living.

He pulls on his boots before opening the door. He stares at Louis, a frown clear upon his features, and speaks slowly. "Lady Edelgard is not to be disturbed at this hour. Why are they demanding to seek an audience with her at this hour?"

He does not ask for specifics. Are these people from town? Or perhaps they are idle knights, wishing to bother students? He turns, grabs his jacket and puts it over his shoulders. "Let's deal with this before they disturb more of the monastery."

as they say in firene: oh no!!!!

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"Sometimes you simply need to choose a side," Hubert says, and looks over at the two fighting factions. There are those who are wanting now, and those who have suffered in the past. A shame that it should come to this, but it is not to be avoided. Hubert has long since learned that there is no use being upset over the things he cannot change, and now is no different.

"They explained it to myself and Prince Dimitri earlier. There is not enough to share, however one village will suffer should they not be given access to the water. A fickle and unfortunate turn of events, but one we must deal with before it turns to bloodshed."

He does not understand what Corrin has been through -- he only knows the realities of Adrestia, and the realities that he himself has had to face. Every decision is one that must be chosen with care as well as with forethought; this might be an exercise worth taking for the young noble.

He leaves the consideration up to his companion. Though, he has no issue with giving advice if that is needed of him.

Mister Clean Was My Father. Call Me Clean.

Authority +1