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("I... I don't know what to make of the seeming...snake-god?")

("Is the festival winding down? Hm.")

("So that's what others from other houses are like... I've mostly only talked with the Eagles during my time in Fodlan, since they're the ones who took me in,") Robin thought.

"The seasons are changing, I see..."

{While my Robin is still pre-Chapter 12 on the whole at the moment, characters met after kinda force me to assume events after that point. So I /can/ make exceptions in situations like those. ^^;}

"Seems the festival is winding down. This was an interesting diversion. Definitely has given me some thought about the future..."

@blackshadowssaint.bsky.social The tactician had heard of an...odd individual within the capital. He had brought it up to Chrom and decided to seek her out. Partially out of curiosity and partially to figure out if there was any level of threat from her. "I heard she was somewhere here..."

("Did I just see Olivia?")

"Hopefully, these new arrivals can be trusted. If nothing else, reaching out isn't the worst idea."

"Uhhh, Chrom? Do we have new arrivals to join the Shepherds?"

"Maybe when this is all said and done, I can try to learn about other lands from books where I can. I only had so many opportunities during the war. After all, preventing future mistakes often comes from learning and understanding stories and their warnings."

"Why does this ensemble include a ring? I...err...oh."

"Happiest of birthdays to Ricken. Sorry for the teasing sometimes."

("Seeing people so carefree during this festival... The battles we fought never should have happened. But I want to preserve these sorts of feelings. I want people to be able to have joy in their lives. If nothing else, the fact they even /can/ be carefree made our struggles worth it...")

("This festival has been an experience so far. And being with her has been incredible. Maybe I can figure out how to grasp my own happiness in due time...")

("...My head hurts...") Outwardly, he did his best to stay composed, but /something/ just hurt now.

"Maybe wearing this isn't so bad, all things considered. It's funny to pretend for a bit, if nothing else. I wonder how Chrom felt wearing this? Or anyone who started walking a new path with another, hand-in-hand?"

"Eh? I thought I saw double for a moment. Might be a sign I need to take a break from reading... Not to say I haven't enjoyed the festival thus far, odd as it is, but decompressing with a good book does wonders." Especially since he was still, slowly but surely, examining material from Ylisstol--

"Cordelia...?"

"Sometimes, it REALLY is a perk to find a way to hide from the public eye. Gods above, this outfit is still beyond what I'm used to..."

"I guess the outfit's got a lot of symbolism, huh? Finding someone else. Hm."

{Site's acting up it seems.}

"Am I even wearing this right? Gods, why am I even so nervous about this?"

"I really am mostly only comfortable in more casual clothing. I miss my usual coat."

("I need to see what else I can learn as a whole. About myself. About who I was and who I can be...")

"'Take part in the festival,' Chrom said. 'It'll be fun,' Chrom said. I feel like a fool wearing this." Even if it was fairly sharp, he was just damn shy when it came to festivities like this!

"I wonder what it's like to have memories of one's parents. Or to know who they are...?"

("There remains much I have to learn. I want to believe in a path to peace as a whole. I want to believe in a better world.")

("Strange tidings all around.")

("Another me?")

("...Where am I now...? What is this place...? This village?") Robin thought, carefully and confused. ("That gate...where did it take me? I saw it was acting up, and...then...") He shook his head. He'd get that solved in due time. For now, he'd have to make do and gather information.

("I care little for the glorification of self-sacrifice. I'll acknowledge what the fallen have done for us, but I'll lament that this was even necessary. Emmeryn gave her life for the people and her family. But she should never have had to.")

{So many new faces. It's nice to see. I just wish I wasn't so paralyzed with shyness. I'm sorry!}

{Apologies if I get a bit long-winded. Despite the shortform of how Twitter was and how this site is, I'm a bit...more used to longform from message boards. I'm trying to not get /too/ wordy. ^^;}

“I am here to declare the will of Crimea and its people! Crimea has been ruled under the ideals of peace and equality since the reign of my father, King Ramon. As such, I cannot and will not allow you to spill blood upon our land!” —Elincia in Radiant Dawn.

@sacredpower.bsky.social After everything involving the Day of Devotion, the tactician had found himself growing even more fond of speaking with Rhea. It helped, however, that she was the only one who knew his tale. Probably one of the happier accidents Robin had occur to him. And so, he found--

("'Not my type of humor', I say, as I remember I once told Panne I was 'soup-er happy' to hear she was willing to take my attempt at a carrot stew that the others said tasted like the prior month's dishwater off my hands. Gods, the things I say sometimes...") Robin inwardly winced at that.

("I've heard mentions of 'Grandmasters' in Ylisse's past. And yet, before this happened, I was considered for the role. Am I fit for that...? If I ever find a way back from Fodlan, perhaps I'll let Chrom know I'm ready. Until then, all I can do is keep studying and trying to keep others safe.")

{And there. Pinned and some basic rules set, I think. Not very aesthetically pleasing, I'm aware, but I've never been good at that.}

"We're not pawns of some scripted fate. I believe we're more. Much more.There's something between us all. Something that keeps us together... Like...invisible ties, connecting us." An Independant RP account of Robin from Fire Emblem Awakening #FERP only. NOT multiverse.

{Iiiiiiiiiiiiiii probably should get around to making an actual pinned of some kind, even if it's basic. No time like the present, I guess.}

He still didn't understand the significance of rabbits in spring or whatever it was. ...Perhaps it was for the best he remain ignorant. Right...

("Maybe I'm just seeing things, but Edelgard just seems to be in a hurry... Not to the same extent as Lysithea, but...") Robin thought, carefully. ("It's not my place to pry though. I just hope she doesn't burn herself out. Ironic, coming from me...")

("Damn it. Nothing again. Nothing I can find in the monstery's library hints towards anything resembling an outrealm gate...") Robin thought. He had taken time to research what he could on off-hours. ("Am I truly going to be stuck in Fodlan? I know time passes differently in the outrealms, but...")

{I may tend towards serious-minded or even heartwarming or heartwrenching threads. But I can occasionally be funny! I think! I try. :P}

("Note to self: Warn Edelgard if I'm ever told to cook. I may be on good terms with the house now, after that Remire business, but I think I'd be public enemy number one if my...err...lack of culinary ability were ever known.")

"..."

@goldperfection.bsky.social "Excuse me," Robin said, approaching the one who had saved him in that town, some time ago. A small bundle of flowers was in his hands. "I... I just wanted to thank you for helping me. Those ruffians may well have killed me without your help."

@fodlanarchbishop.bsky.social "Excuse me, Lady Rhea?" Robin asked, approaching her at some point after their prior conversation. He held out a hand to her. And with what he learned of the current day... "Would you like to go to the festival with me?" A shy request from am a grateful tactician.