Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd, local cryptid (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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victory_road2021-02-03 02:39 pm
nastyboy) wrote in victory_road2021-02-03 02:39 pm
Entry tags:
- ashe ubert (fire emblem three houses),
- chip abaroa (oc),
- claude von riegan (fire emblem),
- dedue molinaro (fire emblem),
- dimitri alexandre blaiddyd (fire emblem),
- felix hugo fraldarius (fire emblem),
- grant abaroa (oc),
- jaskier (the witcher),
- jinx (teen titans),
- karako pierot (homestuck),
- razor (genshin impact),
- sylvain jose gautier (fire emblem)
Text, Backdated to 1/29 - Sent to All
hey guys
just a heads up
i've been watching the weather
not looking too good.
sooooo i'm gonna hang back for a few days
with daphnel i can probably catch up pretty quick so don't worry abt that
somebody tell chip i won't miss their challenge ok?
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sliiightly forward-dated to 2/6
So of course he wakes up the next morning with his head pounding and that scratchy discomfort having graduated to sandpaper-roughness. ...And feeling like he’s sweated out most of the water in his body, which is not helped by the small pile of Pokemon flopped on top of him, jeez. He pushes Sooty (gently) away from where he’s situated himself, nuzzled on Grant’s shoulder, and reaches for his Gear to check the time, and… honestly, put off admitting to himself and everyone else that he’s sick.
Tragically, that’s not something he can put off forever. For one thing, Chip is bound to wake up eventually, and then they’re bound to notice that he looks like shit. For another, it’s only a matter of time before any one of the others stops by, so… probably best to give a quick warning, shot off to all the other adults in the group.]
Heads up, wont be around much today, i think I caught something
If anyone needs me though go ahead and text me
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for claude and annette: creepity creeping to new bark town
...but Felix doesn't have a flying Pokemon large enough to ride, and he hasn't learned how to command Kyphon to carry a rider on the water yet. And he's not about to spend weeks on the road. Besides, he's pretty sure he knows exactly who would like to come with him to pick up Annette.
In seconds flat he's knocking on Claude's door. "Claude. Open up. We need to go. Right now."
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Valentine's Day! <3 <3
Here is a top level for us to put the lists of what everyone who participates is giving to or doing for other people for Valentine's Day, and thread out dates and gifts and such if we want.
Felix
Re: Felix
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additional caring: felix pt. 2
belated valentines ! whoopsies.
Dimitri
Dimitri & Felix Get Up Way Too Early | 2/12
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2/14 date date date date
date date date!!!!
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Claude
let's pretend this arrives before Claude gets Jaskier's secret
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Adding this separately since I can't edit the top level anymore
i thought i did this alREADY OH NOOOO
date date date date
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Claudelix date(s)!
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Grant
Grant & Felix Gift Exchange! - 2/14 pre-secrets...
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A Few Days Later...
2/15 - OTA - as is common with dimitri's life, everything goes to shit at once
A very solid decision, which is ruined the second he had steps out into the hallway of the inn and is approached immediately by one of the Indeedee before he'd been able to get to Grant's room. It's just a simple little thing, a note on a rather nice card that simply reads ... He looks like he gives good hugs but it feels weird to ask.
...He gives the Indeedee a hug just in case.
After that, well, he's far too busy to really stop and read all the notes he keeps getting throughout the day. He has to look after Grant, for the day, and then there's the woodcarving class with Claude at night... A day like that, plus everything else with his boyfriends, leaves Dimitri with a pocket full of notes and no energy when he finally collapses into bed.
It's only in the morning after that Dimitri finally remembers them, although only barely. It's as he's blearily looking for his toothbrush that he comes across the notes with Kent still attached to his head. Still blinking sleep out of his eyes, he picks them up. He's expecting nothing deeper than the first one, which he places upon the bedside table -
I mean, he'll probably never ask...but what if he does? He's going to see it sooner or later, and it's one of my biggest scars. He'd be so upset...and it's not his fault. Not really. Besides, everything turned out fine, didn't it? It's better if he never knows...
He reads it. Again, and again. The first time, it doesn't quite make sense. The second time, he doesn't want it to make sense.
The third time, he forces himself up onto his feet while too scared to look at the other notes, leaves Kent behind, and stumbles to Dedue's room.
He knows Dedue - knows the way he writes, he speaks, knows that he would always be truthful. This isn't from him, but - he might know who it is from. He's from the future, too, and he would never lie to him. If he is overreacting, if he is reading too much into this - Dimitri tries to calm himself as he approaches his friend's door with the notes pressed against his chest. Dedue will give him the facts. He can see if this is happening to anyone else, too, or if his terrible luck has struck once again.
Except... There's no answer when he knocks on the door. Dedue always answers; he's the kind of things who deals with things immediately when they change. It's why he's so good at gardening and cooking, Dimitri thinks. This isn't right. Except when Dimitri goes to get his Gear, types out a message even as he's hurrying back to Dedue's room, there's...
There's nothing.
Nothing on the Gear, no name he had been eager to see again.
Nothing from the room.
Just silence in the hallway... and the sound of soft crying.
Without thinking, Dimitri dares to try the door knob. It's open. His heart feels like it's come up to his mouth, now. He can't breath. Dedue wouldn't be so reckless as to leave his door open. And that's because... When he opens the doors, the room is empty, and a Budew is hiding behind a chair. She immediately steps out, however, when she sees who it is. More than steps out - she darts over to Dimitri, even as he takes an unsteady step inside only to fall to his knees.
"Where is Dedue?" he asks her, Gear clattering to the ground alongside the notes as he offers cupped and trembling palms to the Budew. Her only answer is a teary look before she launches herself into his hands.
Oh.
An ache starts to pull behind his eye.
He's gone.
He's gone, and it's all Dimitri's fault. It's always his fault.
Dedue's door will be open, a plain and obvious fact to anyone passing by, and those peering in will find an equally obvious sight: a hunched over form with his back to the door, familiar in the brilliant blue and furred cloak draped across his shoulders, and an Indeedee gently patting him while glancing up in concern at an equally worried Dean.
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2/18
Since arriving at Ecruteak, he's had something of a routine. He would wake up in the morning, visit the members of their traveling party, and then return to his room to fully prepare for the day. Sylvain would find Felix while he ate breakfast, pass Inda off for training, and then head off to do some work around town.
Not today. There's no knock at the door, or too loud humming through the walls. There's no warm smile to greet his boyfriends, and -- perhaps most notably, he doesn't show up with Inda. Most concerning of all is the fact that any attempts to reach his Pokegear will ring until they reach his voicemail.
But there are small mercies. To whoever decides to open the door, they'll find Sylvain in bed. He's only sleeping. But despite Inda's faint whimpering and frequent prodding, he doesn't rise. He doesn't stir for any voices, nor at any touch. His breathing is deep and steady, his cheeks are warm with life, but he does not wake.]
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Evening of 2/18
[ Given the state of things, and how all the adults seem to be... Preoccupied, Jinx comes to a decision: absolutely no one is cooking tonight, if they even have access to a kitchen. Takeout is... expensive, admittedly, but hey. Certified money cat Allium is here and ready, and she wants to make sure there's options because she doesn't know what everyone even likes when it comes to what would be Japanese takeout to her.
Meanwhile, as she waits for the delivery to be made, she's using the coffee maker to heat up water and make some cups of tea for whoever needs it. One might see her walk by with a carefully balanced array of mugs, even. Her door is open, just in case. It's a good thing she's used to doing this sort of thing for a large group, however. She only looks up from the mugs on her counter when she hears footsteps. ]
[ b - for felix ]
[ Admittedly, she needs a bit of encouragement to go in, but she does manage it. Jinx is carrying a plate with some takeout- steamed rice, with his entrees chosen by the others. Normally she would give bigger portions, but given the state of everything it's better to assume otherwise. If he needs more, they can get more. She knocks on the door to alert him of her presence, but otherwise... ]
Felix? We got dinner. I don't know how hungry you are, but I brought you some.
[ c - everythings on fire and the kids are here with
pizzatakeout ]Just in case you want to do something specific with her during this evening but neither of the other two options aren't cuttin it for you.
B...
fambly....
^_^
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A
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Felix & Jinx 2/22 teatime
When he woke on the 21st, he cursed himself for scheduling multiple teatimes for the same day. How did Byleth used to do this all the time without wanting to strangle everyone at the end of each week? He managed, mostly by letting his guests do most of the talking--which just went to show that he'd learned the art of teatime well from the professor--but he still took a lot of that day to himself after he'd had way more tea than he'd really wanted.
Today, though, there's only one teatime waiting for him. Around mid-afternoon, he ventures out of the room to bring the kettle from Grant and the entire sampler box over to Felicity's room, along with teacups he asked the hotel staff to bring. He knocks on the door.
"Hey. It's me."
birthday tea!!!
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2/27 - 1/2
He wakes as if nothing has happened, as if he hasn't been to another world and back. As far as he's concerned, he hasn't. He can recall dreaming, yes, but like most of his dreams, he can't recall the details. Perhaps his friends had been there, perhaps not. But if he wakes feeling strangely empty, he passes it off as hunger. When it persists into the afternoon, he attributes it to the melancholy of the journey he makes.
In time, the feeling fades. He meets his boar and his teacher. He fights a war he never wanted to be in. People die; Sylvain watches countrymen and enemies die in the same, bloody battles. Every night, he lays down and wonders what side he's on -- they're all sinners, this he knows. But one day, the history books will write down his name, declaring him either a hero or a villain. Nothing he does will change that, just like nothing he's done before has ever changed anything else.
All that matters is who wins and who loses. The flip of the coin will determine his fate.
Or so they say. There are times when he recklessly tries to take his fate into his own hands. Times when he's seen charging enemies and thrown themselves in front of their blades. Sometimes he's alone. Sometimes, he hopes. Each time he lives.
There's only one time where he wonders if he might not. A lancetip, or maybe a sword or an arrow, he can hardly remember the difference between any of them anymore. What he does remember is Felix. The weapon had been on a direct course for something vital on him. And while Sylvain has long since prepared himself to live without love, he will not live without his best friend.
In the end, Sylvain is taller and broader. The damage that would have killed Felix hardly does anything to him. The scolding he gets from Felix hurts more, but even that's worth it.
Eventually, their boar becomes a prince again. Their teacher becomes a general. More blood is spilled, and beloved family members meet their end. Nevertheless, they march onward, until they're spilling through Enbarr's gates and striking down and Emperor turned monster.
They win.
As it all draws to a close, Sylvain celebrates. He'd laughed and danced and gotten smacked by Felix twice and Ingrid thrice. They'd smiled and made promises to their king. For them, everything is okay again. They have their lives to lead. For Sylvain, it is a farewell. This will be the greatest night of his life. What will follow will only be misery.
At the end of the night, Sylvain lays down to rest. The next day, his prince will become King; his teacher is already an archbishop. The world changes before them, but one thing remains the same: Sylvain. He is Sylvain Gautier. He will return to his territory and take the title of Margrave from his aging father. Before long, he will marry a woman he doesn't love, have children until one bears the crest that he hates, and he will die without knowing any sort of happiness. Yes, he might try to make happiness for those that follow -- no Gautier will ever know his fate ever again -- but it doesn't change the fact that the shackles are already bound to his wrists.
The moon sets far before the sun rises. In that bleak darkness, alone as he is, Sylvain weeps. He hasn't wept in months, perhaps even years. But he's alone now, and will be alone for the length of his entire life. He remembers the melancholy that had hung over him so many months ago, and all at once he finds that he can no longer bear its weight.
He's still weeping when he wakes in his bed in Ecruteak.
2/2
hey fuck you
:)
>:((((((((
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B for BROKEN HEART I GUESS
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[ B time ]
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OTA - backdated to before Sylvain breaks everyone's hearts while waking up
[It's basically common knowledge that Dimitri has two jobs. The first, and his primary one, would be his maintenance apprenticeship at the inn, as he learns from the owner's and their very handy Gardevoir. It is nice practical work, which Dimitri appreciates, and something that has him constantly doing things.]
[The other is the job he immediately heads to after his inn shift is done, and is something of a breather. He's explained it to the others as a simple art modeling job, which is likely not a surprise to any of them. Dimitri does have a rather impressive physique, so, hey: why not?]
[However, with Everything Happens So Much-ing again, well... Dimitri still diligently does his jobs, of course, and even occasionally comes back with the occasional gift like snacks from the inn owners or some tea packet that one of the artists swears by. For a good worker with a decent personality and a lot of baggage, well, it seems like he's well liked.]
[But the thing is, occasionally he forgets something, and so he ends up sending the occasional message that's always along the lines of "I forgot to take my dinner with me to the art studio", or maybe it's his backpack, or a spare set of clothes, or whatever else.]
[Whoever brings whatever to the art studio, they'll be directed to the right room, where there's nothing but a relaxed silence and the sound of some podcast playing patiently in the background. Knocking will have some art student answer the door, revealing that most of the room isn't visible from the doorway thanks to a carefully placed folding screen.]
[Realizing who this is for, they turn and call into the studio. "It's for Mr. Dimitri!"]
[There's the sound of rustling, chalk or pencils or paintbrushes clacking as they're put down, and then Dimitri pokes his head around the screen.]
[He is wearing a robe. His cleave is very visible.]
Oh! Hello - I apologize for all of this.
B - Closed for Jinx
[Jinx doesn't get to deal with this nonsense... because she gets formally invited. Dimitri lets her know ahead of time when they'll be going, and then he picks her up from her room.... With a large suitcase of sorts held by his Emboar.]
[The walk to the art studio is pleasant enough in Ecruteak, and the building is like any art school type of place. The studio is large, too, for a good dozen or so students, relaxed and chatting to each other before the session starts.]
[Dimitri gestures to one seat and an easel that's been set up.]
They didn't mind setting up an additional spot for you, if you'd care to use it. You do not have to follow along with what everyone else is doing, if you do not care to.
[ B - Art Time ! ]
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ANGY
But maybe it was too much to hope for.
Uncomfortably familiar thoughts started to creep up their back as soon as Sylvain had fallen asleep. Even if no one said anything to them Chip could feel the heavy weights on everyone's shoulders, the dark mood stifling them. They saw how Claude held himself at a distance, how Grant felt so lost, Dimitri closing up inside his grief. Felix's snappiness and refusal to move from Sylvain's bedside...it felt too familiar. They remembered their mother crying herself to sleep so many nights, how that man had gone from distant to scornful despite all their best efforts. Even here, stifled as they are...it's their fault. They're just a poison.
There's no way the rest didn't know. Grant especially, even if he would never say anything (too kind, too gentle to do what they really deserved) but realize the root of their misfortune. If Chip hadn't run off to get Dedue, would he still be here? Was that the moment their curse took root? Or was it even before that, when they first took Dimitri's hand? When they gave Sylvain those s'mores?
But no one said anything. Not even Felix, though Chip had hardly given him chance to do so--why were they still pretending? Why wouldn't they just--do something, break the fake image, just get it over with? The frustration and fear built and built, but Chip held it inside--until one morning the lid just wouldn't stay shut.
It's not that they seek out confrontation--they're desperate to stop it, but it's always inevitable. No matter how much they try to stay out of the way, someone always finds them.
And it always ends the same way.
no talk they angy
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angy....
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angy!!!!
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afternoon of 2/27; group text
Not “gone” missing, I think they’re still in Johto, they took their bag and Pokemon and everything, but they’re not in the hotel I can’t find them around town and they’re not responding on their Gear.
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