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(( I feel like I’m constantly apologizing on here for my lack of activity, but a lot of things have come up and lately I haven’t felt any inspiration to write [in general, not just for Libra]. Hopefully the inspiration will return soon, but I appreciate all of you who are being so patient with me. ))

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lichtmagix:

░░ ★ ┅ with one gloved hand raised, ricken waved away libra’s apology– he couldn’t really blame him for having mistaken him for a helpless child, and though it usually would have irked him, his mind remained too preoccupied to focus on the insult. “it’s fine, really. i’m just glad you showed up when you did.” the young mage directed a small smile at the other, almost looking embarrassed over having inconvenienced libra, before he looked down at his robes and straightened out the cloth. the skirmish had left him looking rather ruffled, but ricken was just glad he hadn’t gotten his bag taken away from him.

upon hearing the other speak, ricken looked up again, eyebrows raised. “uh, yeah, i guess that’s one way of putting it,” he said slowly, thinking back to the last time he had seen that guy. “he kinda used to bother me a lot when i was a kid. or, like, pretty much all the time. but i haven’t seen him since the last time i was home– i have no idea what he was doing here.” placing one hand on his bag, he gave libra another smile– this time it was brighter, more confident. it seemed the tension from the previous situation was slowly leaving his posture, making him return to his usual, upbeat self. “i’m fine though! i doubt he’ll come back, and if he does, i can just make sure to bring a tome with me.”

with a glance towards the small houses around them, ricken answered the query, “i just wanted to take a little walk actually. walking around camp gets boring after a while though, so i thought i could have a look around this village! it feels like it’s been ages since i’ve seen people who aren’t fighting.” despite the underlying depressive meaning of his sentence, ricken spoke it as if he was talking something as normal as the weather– a side-effect of having grown up casting spells at enemies rather than playing with friends. “what about you? are you here to take a walk too?”

“That would be wise of you,” Libra answered. He hated to think that Ricken not only had to risk his life regularly on the battlefield, but dealt with violence even during his off-time as well. Of course, he did not doubt the mage’s ability to defend himself. It was merely poor luck that the boy had left his tomes behind.

Libra’s expression softened, though his words still contained a hint of the indignation he had felt when he first came to Ricken’s aid, how the bully had reminded him of the letter from the orphanage. He could not tolerate the thought of a delinquent taking advantage of someone else’s helplessness.

“Yes, I had hoped taking a walk to this village and praying at the temple would clear my mind of the thoughts that have been plaguing me of late, but I’m afraid that coming across you out here has made them all the more obtrusive.”

Realizing how his explanation might have come across, Libra quickly added:

“Seeing your attacker roused feelings that I wish to rid myself of straightaway. Such negativity is toxic for the soul.”

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Starter call

(( I only have about three more drafts left to finish and then I’m all caught up, so I thought that this would be a good chance for Libra to interact with some new people. Like this post and I’ll generate a sentence-starter and we’ll see where it goes. ))

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Libra

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isofgregor:

Libra had seemed slightly hesitant at first, which caused a slight nervous feeling deep within the sellsword’s gut, but by some miracle of the gods the other man changed his mind and had agreed to honor his request. The sour feeling had disappeared and a wave of joy had washed over him. Finally, he would have a better memento of his beloved brother. Not knowing what to say, Gregor wrapped the younger man into one of his bear hugs and thanked him profusely.  “You are good man Libra, Gregor is thanking you muchly,” he told the war monk once he released him. 

“But you do this for free you say?” he asked while while stroking his jaw in a pensive manner. Gregor, having been a mercenary for most of his life, was not used to the idea of a free deal. Everything came at a cost, and if it wasn’t gold, then it usually came in the form of favors. Gregor knew that his friend was too good a person to ever dangle a favor about his head, but Libra was doing something very nice for him. Gregor felt that he owed the man a certain kindness.

“Maybe there is something that Gregor can do to help Libra?” he asked inquisitively. If Libra refused to accept payment, them maybe helping him with a task would be sufficient. Gregor’s particular skill set of driving swords through people would likely not line up with Libra’s needs. And the mercenary never considered himself a godly man, so assisting Libra with a sermon or healing would prove to offer little help.   He looked at the younger man, curious to see if there was something he could do to repay Libra’s kindness. 

The hug had come as a surprise, but despite Libra’s typical aversion to physical touch, the jostling brought forth joyful laughter and made him remember how close he had come to be with the Shepherds. Had Chrom not invited him to join, it was likely that the monk would have remained secluded within his monastery, attempting to spread the teachings of Ylisse while hindered by discomfort among people. In other words, his career would have progressed slowly, if at all. The years experiencing true camaraderie had finally eased his fear, and it was the sole reason he could stand being touched now.

“Your gratitude rings loud and clear, Gregor,” he returned lightheartedly, recomposing his clothes and brushing his hair from in front of his face once he was released.

“It’s obvious that this means more to you than I can ever hope to know, so I pray the gods guide my hand in recreating it to your satisfaction.” He carefully folded up the portrait and slipped it into his robes.

“I mean what I say though: I refuse to take any payment. However…” Libra thought the offer over. He knew an experienced sellsword like Gregor would not easily take to the word “free,” even when it would bring joy or relief to just about anyone else. He had to think of something, for the other man’s sake.

“I suppose you can help me with some repairs the next time I visit the orphanage. The building is badly needing some patching, and I’m afraid I rarely have the time to take care of all of the chores during such short visits. Even just a day of work between the two of us would do wonders for the place,” he proposed.

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tactician-roxanne:

▬  ❛Yes,exactly,❜ the tactician nodded eagerly in regards to Libra’s assumption that the weapons laying all over the floor were the ones she’d just mentioned. In all honesty, she couldn’t decide if she was happier that he understood at once or that she didn’t have to explain the mess; now that she looked around her, it would be quite the trial to make one’s way through the room.

She hummed in agreement to his next statement, deciding to keep silence on the fact that she was definitely no history expert either. She had noticed that some of their tools were different in all kinds of way - some looked older, some had stranger shapes or were forged in specific materials -, but she’d never made the connection that they might be from a whole other era. She had always assumed they were just from a different location or had been customized by their previous owners, or even made from a scratch by artisans. 

Now she could barely look at them without associating them with their namesake, and therefore, the accomplishments the latter had managed all those years ago. For a moment, she was almost disappointed her knowledge was limited by the tales contained in that one book she’d read over the night, but her excitement was back the second she remembered there was at least one book in the royal library detailing the fully story of each of these heroes.

❛Oh no, not at all. By all means…❜ She motioned to the lone chair in the corner of the room, next to the very small desk that she had quickly abandoned earlier in the night when there was simply too much storage searching to do still. Having Libra by her side would probably help a lot in channeling her own restlessness, seeing as, despite being interested, he was keeping a fairly calm, serene attitude about it. Added to the fact that Roxanne already appreciated his company in general, she definitely didn’t mind having him join her.

On the other hand, she was worried about him and whatever it was that was keeping him up, which he seemed to have identified already.  ❛I do mind you having trouble sleeping, however. What’s troubling you ? Maybe I can help,❜ she offered sympathetically, tempted to mention insomnia was more than an acquaintance of hers. The tactician had dealt with her fair share of sleep-related problems in the past, and some of them still managed to creep up their way to her nowadays, every now and then. But she did learn a few tricks on how to avoid them over the years, and she’d be more than willing to share them if it meant helping out a friend.

The priest not wasting time to change the subject didn’t go unnoticed either, and Roxanne promised herself she wouldn’t let him leave the room until they figured something out. Unfortunately for her, his comment raised many questions and more assumptions, and she was too distracted by the original subject to insist - for the moment, at least.  ❛Oh, some of them are probably just replicas,❜ she admitted, refusing to let that fact weaken her fascination. ❛There’s hardly any way to tell, except for those we have more than once. Some of the others have always stayed very sturdy, though. I am hopeful.❜

“Thank you, Roxanne. If I get in your way, please let me know.” With permission granted to remain in the tent, Libra began browsing the collection Roxanne had managed to fish out of storage, quite quickly finding it difficult to move far from the tiny path she had kept somewhat clear of obstacles down the center of it all. The deeper he went, the more cluttered it was. But somehow it did not surprise him that it was the Shepherd’s master tactician making messes in pursuit of knowledge during the wee hours of the morning. As he recalled, she was rarely ever idle, and during the war, it seemed to him that she scarcely slept at all. Of course, her sharp mind picked up on his troubles when he admitted that something was keeping him awake, but she didn’t pry, and for that, he was thankful. Libra stopped before a stack of tomes at the back and read over the titles on their spines. “Surely a blacksmith could discern a difference in the makes of the replicas and the originals. Or perhaps you could seek a historian,” he suggested, turning to Roxanne. “Maybe you can take some into town tomorrow. I could help, if you’d like. It might be nice to know which are the originals, to preserve them for history’s sake.” “Ah, but I didn’t intend to avoid your concern about my sleeplessness. Truthfully, I didn’t wish to cause you worry, but nothing escapes you, Roxanne,” Libra said with a chuckle as he returned to the front of the tent. “Still, it was merely some vague feeling that something unfortunate may happen soon. But apprehension is bred in the night. I’m sure it’s nothing.” He was quick to shrug his concerns away again, fearing burdening someone else with his troubles. “Now then, might I hear the legends of these weapons?”

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oliviapinkdancer:

Olivia smiled brightly when he agreed to help her. She had remembered seeing him dance for prayer once during the war. It was such a beautiful dance and he had even taught her a little of it. 

“Oh but Libra, the meaning is the art!” she sweetly smiled. “The meaning is what really makes the dance beautiful. If you can feel an emotion just by watching, then it’s done right.” A dance was more than just twists and turns and fancy moves. It was a way of telling a story or getting a specific emotion through. “The dance I had seen you perform for that prayer was absolutely stunning!” Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment, she was worried she had been talking too much and worried she may have seemed too excited. 

“To be honest, I had never even considered that before,” Libra admitted. “To an amateur like myself, ‘real’ dance seemed only the ability to move beautifully.” He paused to recall the dances he had seen Olivia perform in the past, and the effect she had on her audience. Everyone always appeared to be touched in some profound way, whether it be a renewal of spirit or the surfacing of some emotion, and Libra finally understood why. It was more than the beauty of the body. He sat down on the fallen tree he had claimed when he first entered the clearing and looked up at the dancer with gentle gaze. “I appreciate the sentiment, but our dances of worship are quite different than your art, Olivia. They could even be considered selfish, as they are merely an individual’s way of connecting to the gods with one’s entire body. The way you dance though... it inspires all who take audience. Forgive me for taking this long to realize it, but it’s clear to me now: Your passion is so powerful that the meanings in your dances speak directly to the heart, bypassing the mind entirely. It would serve me as a priest to learn such a skill from you.” Libra smiled good-naturedly and gestured with his hand. “With this sudden revelation, I believe that I am ready to observe your new dance now. Allow me to be your pupil.”

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“As I said, I don’t know much about horses, but I have helped several of the children at the orphanage overcome fears and nightmares alike. I don’t believe the method would be any different for a creature who’s had one brush with death too many. It’s simply a matter of reintroducing the feared object in a nonthreatening way,” Libra explained. “I’d be glad to help, if you wish.”

Starter for togodsabove- “A Hoof & A Prayer”

Fredrick thought back to the last few battles he and his horse had been in. He first couldn’t think of an incident where there had been a close call. But then, he finally thought of it.

“Now that you’ve asked that, I do recall one such incident. About a week ago, my horse almost got hit with the axe of a Risen. Neither my horse nor I were hurt in that fight, but I do believe that’s where my trouble began. Do you know how I could reverse my horse’s fear of battle?”

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(( Since I’ve become so busy again lately, I probably won’t get a chance to work on all of the replies I need to do until this weekend. If I can get a good number of them finished quickly, then I’ll think about opening up a starter call for those I haven’t interacted with yet. ))

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“Forgive me for interrupting, but might I request your help with something?” Libra had the feeling that Miriel would turn him away, as she seemed to be intent on continuing what she had been doing when he entered, but he decided to press his luck anyway. He could always try again later. “It’s not a particularly urgent matter, so I don’t wish to trouble you if you’re busy. It’s just that you have quite a reputation for being a skilled problem-solver, and I hoped you could offer your insight.”

“Excuse me.” Miriel adjusted her glasses, not pleased with the interruption. “Is there something I can do for you? Or is your presence here an unrelated matter?” She was somewhat more concerned with returning to her reading, but that wouldn’t be possible with someone here.

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“Very well, if you’re absolutely certain.” Libra chose not to push the topic, familiar with Lon’qu’s reputation for being frigid and aloof. “It was a pleasure talking with you, Lon’qu. If you wish to speak, or express your frustration about the gods again, I will always be more than happy to listen.”

(Lon'qu) Libra, may I ask you a question on your faith?

The swordsman’s question came as a surprise, but Libra smiled politely and put down the book he had been reading.“Of course, Lon’qu. What is it?”

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“You sound like a proud mother, Cherche. It warms my heart to hear you speak of Minerva so, and your bond with her is evident. The gods have truly blessed you with the gift of animal magnetism. Or, er… wyvern magnetism, that is.”

It was rare for the melancholy monk to chuckle, and rarer still to crack a joke, but here Libra was doing both, though the cheeriness was still not outrightly noticeable. And it disappeared nearly as suddenly as it had surfaced.

“I’m afraid that I have little of interest to tell a story about, milady. I grew up in an orphanage, and from there went to live in a monastery. My days have been filled mostly with prayer and solitary meditation. Not nearly as intriguing as raising a dragon, I admit,” he answered with a good-natured smile. “But I thank you for the curiosity toward my humble life.”

⌈ αн, he wanted to hear her story? It was a bit   of a long one, although she could have given   a  condensed  version of her tale.  Her eyes   LIT up at the opportunity - this was a plesant   look into her past.  Surely  she  wouldn’t bore   him though ! Hah, Cherche was aware that it                       could be a bit tedious to listen to. ⌋

          ❝ Oh, I met Minerva when I was just a           litle girl  !   I was only nine years old at           the time I wandered into Wvyern Valley           - for an adventure of course. I saw her           while she was still a baby. I must admit,                   her eyes were simply the cutest !

          ❝ I did bring her home and trained her, I           was a cleric at the time. When she acted           up, I bonked her on the head with one of           my training staves  -  which I apologized                                                      for, mind you.

          ❝ After a while she was a sweetheart !           I rode her to school and everything, and           here we are now. It’s been more than ten           years since we first met. I find it odd how                                 time just flies, don’t you ?

          ❝ Why, I must be rambling at this point.           I do believe that it’s only fair if you tell           me a bit about yourself. Perhaps you’d               like to share a story of your own ? ❞

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Libra stepped up to the podium beside Gregor and examined the wrinkled old drawing he smoothed out before him. He had never known about the mercenary’s home life or family - having grown up without one, Libra rarely thought to ask about such things - and so his initial thought was that the portrait was of Gregor himself, albeit a much younger, softer version. However, the sellsword seemed to have expected such an assumption and quickly explained.

“My condolences. May his soul rest in peace,” Libra murmured, the marble walls sufficiently amplifying his voice. Although Gregor had explicitly stated that his brother’s death was years ago, the sympathy response was habitual for the priest. He motioned with an open palm toward the drawing.

“May I?” Libra took it with the care one might exhibit when handling an ancient artifact, and examined the face in the sketch.

“The family resemblance is unmistakable. Your bond must have been quite strong to treasure his portrait so. But, Gregor… I’m sorry to say that I don’t take commissions,” he stated, and yet he still gazed upon the drawing. It was not Libra’s intention to be selfish or mean when he turned down requests. He considered his artistic talent to be a gift from the gods, to be used only for glorifying their names, or for his own private way of passing the time, and so he drew only when he was inspired to do so, fearing that a drawing on request would fail because it would be forced. However, Gregor revealed that the old paper was all that he had left of his late brother, and perhaps that was what had softened Libra’s resolution.

“Well… seeing how much this means to you, I suppose I can make an exception,” he consented at last. “But I will not accept payment. I am doing this because we are friends and comrades.”

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Libra shook his head. “Grima is not the embodiment of evil. His destruction merely preserved our existence. Every human possesses his own vein of evil... unfortunately. Our suffering is but a product of that.” He leveled his gaze on the swordsman. “Lon’qu, what’s troubling you? You speak like a man deeply wounded.”

(Lon'qu) Libra, may I ask you a question on your faith?

The swordsman’s question came as a surprise, but Libra smiled politely and put down the book he had been reading.“Of course, Lon’qu. What is it?”

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Libra became serious, realizing quickly that the swordsman’s intention was not to merely sate his curiosity. Even so, he had encountered enough aggressive non-believers (and even followers of Naga) in the past to remain placid in the face of Lon’qu’s anger. “Perhaps not direct contact, no, but Naga blesses us when we call upon her. Please remember that it was Prince Chrom who sought her power, not the other way around. It is not her existence that is endangered by Grima, but ours, because neither dragon can slay the other.” The priest fell into thoughtful silence, choosing his next words carefully. “I concede that praying for the fall of the Grimleal is a selfish request, but this selfishness is a human trait alone. It is written in scripture that Naga loves all of humanity and has endeavored to protect mankind’s existence since antiquity. The Fell Dragon was determined to destroy mankind, just as the Earth Dragon was thousands of years ago, and this is why she agreed to come to our aid.”

(Lon'qu) Libra, may I ask you a question on your faith?

The swordsman’s question came as a surprise, but Libra smiled politely and put down the book he had been reading.“Of course, Lon’qu. What is it?”

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“Well,” Libra slipped a placeholder into his book and set it aside, indicating that he was prepared to offer a lengthy explanation, “some sects of Ylisse do worship Naga as creator of the world, but I’m afraid that those groups consist mostly of extreme nationalists. The core tenet of the Faith is that Naga ascended mortal form to aid and protect humanity thousands of years ago. Mankind existed before Naga’s ascension, it is true, but she lent her power to the first Exalt so that he could seal the Fell Dragon and found this country. That is why we Ylisseans owe her our lifelong gratitude, even more so for blessing us in the past war.” Libra offered a calm smile. “I hope that answer is sufficient.”

(Lon'qu) Libra, may I ask you a question on your faith?

The swordsman’s question came as a surprise, but Libra smiled politely and put down the book he had been reading.“Of course, Lon’qu. What is it?”