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Rhea | Fire Emblem 3H

[seirosscriptures]

01. New Bark Town

[What a curious thing. She's stood for a great deal of time at the docks, watching the ships come and go, listening to the ripple of the water, piecing together what information she's been able to acquire so far. It is not nearly as much as she would be comfortable possessing, but from an immediate assessment, it isn't a place filled with malevolence. Even without those who would otherwise protect her, Rhea feels that she is, at least for the moment, safe.

Beside her stands a ralts. Patient and imploring. It doesn't speak, though since she's come to, it's been there and it has yet to leave her side. There don't appear to be other ones either. In consequence, Rhea can only come to assume that it did not come with others. Merely on its own.

As she bends down as carefully as she can, she offers over a hand, slender fingers outstretched with care.]

You must be on your own here, as well. Perhaps you realised that I too came alone [With a soft smile, kind, patient, and understanding, she dips her chin ever in slight, as if in a silent acknowledgement, though she has no real way to know if that is, indeed, the way of it.]

Well, then. If the two of us remain together, neither of us will be alone.

[It doesn't provide her with response. Even so, Rhea's gaze exchanges between the ships and the opposing signs that indicate the road out of New Bark Town.]

Now then, which way do you think we ought to go...?

02. Ruins of Alph

[Admittedly, it loses a bit of its enigmatic wonder when groups of tourists are being led around. The history of the area seems to be largely based on local folklore, though given the lack of familiarity she has to the area, Rhea finds most of it very fantastical. In some ways, however, the ruins do make her think of Fódlan and its own collection of mysteries.

Well. Mysteries perhaps to others. To her...

The scattered voices of some of the other tourists catches her attention and for several long moments, she watches the group as they're led off to the next section and another chapter of fantastical story that Rhea has yet to determine truth or falsehood. She'll follow along in due time, but she suspects they will not miss her for too terribly long.]

Let us take a closer look at things.

[For it's riddled with history and there is likely much to learn. Sometimes one can only figure those out without a collective of voices around. And at the very least, she can treat it as an adventure she otherwise would not be in place to indulge in.]

03. Network | UN: ladyofscripture

[The video feed is awkward at best. Rhea barely has the most minimal knowledge of the features and much of that responsibility has been passed onto her ralts who is attempting to properly prop it up. The initial feed only shows the details of her ornate wear.]

Up a little more... Just a bit, I think.

[She addresses her ralts kindly, and eventually the feed finds her face and the gentle curve of her mouth.]

There we are. Thank you.

[The feed doesn't show it, but she's extending a hand for her ralts to approach her. She likely has the intentions to pick it up and hold it. Turning her attention onto the feed, she begins with a quiet disposition.]

I believe in passing, I may have heard something about contests. I would be most interested in hearing more, if anyone has information.

[Not because she wants to be involved. Only because it simply sounds interesting.]

04. Wildcard

[If none of the above strike your fancy, we can do something different. Please feel free to discuss something with me here or send me a private message.]

2 - i am throwing off my whole schedule for this because POINTS IT'S THE POPE

[nastyboy]

[Dimitri likes the Ruins of Alph... He thinks. It is a difficult thing to say with any true accuracy. The first time he was in their vicinity, after all, well... He was hardly in the best state of mind. In those early months traversing Johto, his memories occasionally blurred together, became meaningless. He would be hard pressed to say he was properly living in that kind of state.]

[But some things still stand out clearly. After all, it was here in the Ruins of Alph that he finally was able to truly connect with Claude - that he began to listen to him instead of treating him like an enemy, a liar. Their "first date" as Claude likes to teasingly call it, although Dimitri thinks that is a bit much. It had just been a bribe, an attempt to distract Claude, at least at first. ]

[And then, perhaps even most importantly... This had been the place where Grant had met Kent, and caught him to bring to Dimitri. Kent, who Dimitri is now well aware is perhaps one of the strongest reasons why he can be as he is now.]

[That is one of the reasons why he is back in the Ruins of Alph, Kent the Munna dozily on his shoulder and braced by one of Dimitri's hands. The other is that one day he'd like to build a home in Johto, or even Kanto, so why not revisit the places they'd all visited once before?]

[Those are his thoughts as he makes his way down to the ruins, looking back idly. He knows this is hardly the ideal place to be near to, especially since he knows Felix is so fond of the beach now, but...]

[On his shoulder, Kent - normally nocturnal as he feasts upon Dimitri's nightmares - actually rouses himself, and raises his little head up in a certain direction with a low murmur of sound. It makes him pause, brow furrowed, before he looks around. This isn't in line with Kent's usual behavior, so what is...]

[For just a brief moment, that distant sight of pale green hair - so much more green than Alph in the winter - makes him think of the Professor, of that patient and hard to read stare. But when he turns his head properly, focuses-]

Lady Rhea?

[So shocked by this particular turn of events, Dimitri doesn't have much of a chance to consider anything else besides that shock.]

Oh no. No matter what this pope might think, she's not worth changing your schedule for. lol

[seirosscriptures]

[Her reasons for visit are so much more shallow and superficial in comparison. No memories to have made here. No stunning moments to have drawn her interest and beckon her to pay visit time and time again. In her own thoughts, she simply has memories of home. Of a home torn by differing opinions. Incited rebellion. Such things are not uncommon. History is paved with the adversity that comes with leading others, of attempting to keep things at an uneasy peace.

Rhea can only consider her actions to be attempts at guidance and navigation. Perhaps, some might say her efforts to be extreme. She knows well enough she has those who would consider her a hindrance rather than a blessing. In this world, however, such things do not seem to matter. She is far from home, with no knowledge of when or if such a thing ought to ever change. She has expected this time to be granted to her in favour of self-reflection.

...Would she do things any differently? Would she revisit the past and adjust it?

Firmly, before Dimitri's voice breaks into her thoughts, she decides conclusively that she would not. Things have happened as they will. Out of her complete control and she must do all she can to take hold of all that has gone awry and set it to right once more.

His is a voice she recollects. Softer, perhaps. Not as coarse as she might expect. She turns only just enough to cast him a look from head to toe, the blond that crowns his head, the posture, the way he carries himself.]

A familiar face. The first I have seen.

[Even when it's a face that has surely seen better days. A small ralts hides at her skirts and she dips her head to offer it a reassuring nod. Dimitri is not necessarily a man she would consider a foe. But she, once, would have thought that of all of her students. Once. In a memory behind her.]

[nastyboy]

[The first familiar face she has seen... He wonders how familiar.]

[It has been a long time since he has seen her, from his own point of view. The last time was... when he was much younger, waiting underneath the church for something and never knowing what shape it would take. In the end, it was never holy, never divine - just a messy and earthly betrayal.]

[The realization hits him, then, that this is the first time he has actually thought of Rhea in quite some time. He went straight to Faerghus after the attack on the monastery, and things fell apart so quickly. It was all he could do to survive, to focus on his vengeance as fire that kept his cold and pathetic body going. Why worry or care about some holy woman whose life did nothing to his own? Who he had always felt a wariness towards - for her actions, for the church's influence on his own Kingdom?]

[Some small bit of guilt curls in his chest. People like Seteth had cared for Rhea's existence quite desperately, he knows that much, back when he had been lurking in Garreg Mach like a wraith. Even if he had not cared, they...]

[Dimitri takes in a slow breath, trying to reorganize his own thoughts. Regardless, right now, she is just a woman, here in this world separate from everything she knew. Just like the rest of them were, once upon a time.]

There are... some others from Faerghus here as well. Yet I have seen no other people sworn to the church arrive here before you, Lady Rhea.

[A quiet separation between Faerghus, and the church.]

I take it that you arrive in just... the last month, then?

[seirosscriptures]

[She suspects that he, like many others, may have no shortage of questions. If not now, then perhaps sometime in eventuality. She cannot determine what he is thinking by the harsher features of his face, so very different from the ambitious, seemingly bright-eyed stare of his younger counterpart. A younger Dimitri had always seemed eager. Intense, perhaps. If reports were anything to go by. How can she claim to have known any of them particularly well? It's not as though her interactions with them have been so direct.

Either way, she finds it difficult to know better whaever he may hbe thinking. Perhaps very little positive. It is probable that of all people he's expected to see, she is not one of them. Transparent, even, given his initial reaction.

She nods along slowly, no more or less than she was before crossing his path. Given that she'd made no expectations to see anyone from their homeland, or even Almyrans and those outside of Fódlan, she's made no expectations to see anyone akin to Seteth either.]

Recently.

[Rhea confirms for him, deliberately choosing her words carefully.]

Truth be told, I did not anticipate to see any of you here. You are not the only one so caught by surprise.

[nastyboy]

That... is understandable. This is a strange place, where one never knows when they will arrive until it happens.

[Although it doesn't escape him that her answer was just as vague as some of his own responses... Then again, was it ever different? Dimitri supposes he never truly got to have a one on one conversation with her. Would that have been for the best?]

[It doesn't matter; the past is the past. What he has to do now is deal with the present. There's still too many things he doesn't know in order to make an accurate judgment call, so...]

[Taking a breath to steady himself, Dimitri takes a step closer. One hand goes up to help keep Kent balanced, although it's largely superfluous; a Psychic type like Kent doesn't need such assistance when he mostly floats anyway. The other hand gestures in the direction of where there should be some benches and picnic tables. There is that much here, isn't there...?]

I believe there is much we should talk about. Would you care to sit down?

2!

[bestswordmaster]

[The Ruins of Alph are one of Felix's favorite places in Johto, because that's where the greatest wild population of Honedge and their evolutions live. So once in a while, he likes to travel here and find some who will duel with him and his Doublade.

That is, in fact, the scene Rhea will come upon as she moves further into the ruins: Felix, wielding a sturdy wooden training sword and dueling with a wild Honedge while his Doublade takes on another Doublade nearby.

Eventually, Felix and his Doublade win the fight, leaving the wild Pokemon to slink off into the ruins and lick their wounds, figuratively speaking. He tucks the wooden blade into his belt and turns, only to stop and stare at the woman standing there. He hadn't even noticed anyone there, let alone--]

Archbishop??

[seirosscriptures]

[She expects to find historical tales, runed architecture, and other related fields of knowledge. What she finds instead, purely by sound alone, is Felix. Doing precisely what she's known him to do. That is, he has a reputation, and it seems regardless of where he may be, he's still living up to it.

Rhea watches him quietly, seemingly content enough to take in the sight. It's familiarity. In familiarity there is comfort. Stability. Security. Although his own thoughts of her, whatever importance or lack thereof that she may hold to him, she doubts he would mirror the same. There always was a line drawn between herself and the students under tutelage.]

Felix.

[She acknowledges him with a nod, taking the moments to examine him. Not unlike Dimitri, there are some... changes. Some. Although he looks very much the same as he did when he was younger.]

I see that even here, you are making a habit of this.

[Training. Sparring. Duelling. Whatever one may wish to call it.]

[bestswordmaster]

[Felix has generally never given the Archbishop much thought. He's not particularly devout, and she always seemed to keep her distance from almost everyone. More recently, Rhea came up in discussions of whether the army should march on to Enbarr with the tenuous hope of finding her there or retake Fhirdiad first. Felix never made a secret of which side of that debate he was on, though he never wished the woman ill. She was just less important than the entire Kingdom; not important enough to risk their victory for.

He gives a nod to his Doublade, which sheathes itself in the scabbards on his belt, and approaches a bit closer. She looks exactly the same as she always did.]

Even in a place like this, I would be a fool to allow my blade to dull. It could be needed at any time. Did you only recently arrive?

[Barely a pause, before he goes on--]

Is Seteth with you?

[seirosscriptures]

[She takes several long moments to assess his Doublade. It suits him. Did he pick it himself, she wonders? It wouldn't surprise her to know that he had. If it was granted to him purely by coincidence, it would prove to be a point of amusement.

When he moves closer, she feels her posture—already proper, already straight—only intensify. Even in the face of the kindness she's worn on the outside, she has understood well enough that when she must carry herself strong and imposing, it is a necessity. It would be all too convenient for others to perceive her and find weakness. Of all the things Rhea is, weak is not one of them.

She nods to the first question, and to the second—]

Regrettably, he is not. [Not that she's expected him to be. There is a certain kind of comfort and stability she finds in the presence of those she would consider family. Without them, even she must admit that she feels only in part herself.] I was unaware you were so close with him.

[As much as she's unaware of most things dealing with the students who once were under her care. Purely... self-imposed.]

[bestswordmaster]

[Felix is surprised to find, as he comes closer, than Rhea is no taller than he is, if he doesn't count her hat. From a distance, she always looked so much taller and more imposing, like a statue. But here, closeby and just standing in some ruins rather than at a pulpit or up on a balcony, she looks a lot more like an ordinary person.

He doesn't bother to hide his disappointment upon hearing her response, not that he really expected it to be anything else.]

He is...a mentor, I suppose.

[That's a significant understatement, but whatever.]

Shall I assume Flayn isn't here either?

01.

[hasitsthorns]

[ Wow, that lady sure is fancy as all hell. Rose feels immediately, severely underdressed in her band T-shirt and torn jeans. Having been told about the ferry to another place, the blond wanted to check it out but... Hm. ]

I guess it's a choice between what risks you wanna' take. [ Rhea wasn't talking to her, she knows, but Rose has a habit of butting in to conversations like so. ]

Potentially drowning at worst, seasickness at best. Or, y'know, into the woods where kami knows what is waiting. [ On the blond's shoulder rests what looks like a bug poking out of an ice shell. It peers at Rhea and the Ralts curiously but doesn't make a sound yet. ]

[seirosscriptures]

[How... very optimistic in terms of input. At first, Rhea isn't even certain she's the one being addressed. Her attention turns from the ralts who quickly hides itself in Rhea's skirts and onto Rose, taking more than a few breaths to really assess her. She's an informal sort, isn't she? It's not an idea lost on Rhea. Only one that she has rarely had the self-perceived luxury to partake in. Yet, even if she should have had such things available to her, she doubts she would have taken them.

Her attention turns onto her own companion for some moments before returning it to her more immediate companion.]

You seem well-informed. Are you local here?

[Although one has to wonder if that's the right word for it. She certainly does seem as though she fits right into the scenery. Rhea stands out. It wouldn't take a real deep observation to point that out.]

[hasitsthorns]

[ Rose doesn't mind the brief pause of assessment. Honestly, she expects it. Rhea doesn't look like the type to get out much. No offense intended, of course, just... That outfit doesn't lend itself to someone that's out and about. ]

Pft, me? Nah. Glad I already seem like I know what I'm doing though. [ Her adaptability works in her favor yet again. ]

I know enough to get around though so, y'know, if you need any help- I'm here.

[seirosscriptures]

[Rhea could have been fooled, she realises in hindsight, even in the face of Rosalina's truth. Of course, in a word that is foreign, it is important not to swallow all things as gospel. As such, the archbishop comes with a healthy dose of scepticism at best.

Local or not, she seems to be a fount of knowledge. It would be a shame not to use that to her advantage.]

It seems you did not favour either route—sea or its alternative. [She smiles kindly before she continues.] Although that may be the case, which would you choose, given what you know of this place and its... unique characteristics?

[hasitsthorns]

Honestly? The ocean's fucking terrifying.

[ She's just going to lay that out there. Also, uh. It only occurs to her belatedly that maybe she shouldn't swear around the pretty, gilded lady. Oops. Too late now! ]

So, I'd rather take my chances in the tall grass and woods. At least I know how to navigate those.

3 | un: Ecliptica

[dejabrewed]

[ he wonders if the limited amount of information he has would be of some use to the woman asking (who in this angel's opinion, is extremely overdressed), but he figures something would be better than nothing. his own video feed features a silent noibat on his lap, but he pays it no mind as he answers. ]

Concerts do not happen frequently, if I recall correctly, but they are a time for trainers to let their Pokémon's traits shine through, all while using their abilities in a creative manner.

[seirosscriptures]

[Her evaluation of him results in minimal information at best, though she does find him to be helpful. To be fair, her interactions have all been practical in one fashion or another. Rhea has expected little to the contrary.

Her attention lingers on his noibat for some moments before it turns onto his more proper clarification. Although it doesn't seem to answer all of her questions. How strange it is to be the one with most of the answers. She is not accustomed to being the one to ask such things.]

A creative manner. As opposed to... battle?

[That seems to be the underlying implication.]

[dejabrewed]

[ he wonders why the woman's focus lingers on his noibat, who for the most part, was looking at a resting spinarak that was out of frame. at least noibat was staying still, his trainer decided. ]

Exactly. The moves the pokémon uses have to be morphed into ones that reflect beauty rather than force, and it takes practice to do so. I believe its common for a pokémon's trainer be part of the show, as well.

[seirosscriptures]

Beauty rather than force.

[Do people really gain such satisfaction out of what seems to be a simple concept? Can others be swayed and influenced by beauty more than force? It provides her a great deal of food for thought and he has no idea of even knowing it.]

What a peculiar idea. I believe I will need to see some of these myself. Have you partaken of any?

[dejabrewed]

[ the way she repeated his words echoed how often he would do the same when something interested him. sandalphon couldn't help but be interested as to what kind of world she was living in for a statement like that to have such impact. when asked if he's participated, he shakes his head. ]

I have not, but the idea has interested me enough to attempt to try one, when they come round. I know some of my pokémon would be interested when the time comes around.

[ the noibat, despite its current distraction, gave a little nod of affirmation. he was definitely interested. ]

3, Claude arrives 15 minutes late with Starbucks and an interrogation lamp

[vrdantwind]

Well, look who it is! In full archbishop finery, no less. I honestly hadn't expected to see you here at all, but if I had, I still wouldn't have expected you to look exactly how I remembered.

[Claude's video feed flashes on, revealing his usual charming smile. Whether the rest of Claude matches up to what Rhea remembers...well, that really depends on what point of time she's from. Claude's not too concerned about whether she's confused, though - less so than anyone else from his world he's greeted here. A lady with as many secrets as Rhea has can't really complain about being left in the dark when other people are in control of the flow of information, in his humble opinion.

He's never been the biggest fan of Rhea. Oh, it's not like he'd ever hated her; say what you want about her, she's done some good. Cyril alone is proof of that, and he's by far not the only beneficiary of the church's (or even specifically Rhea's) better works. But...well, maybe it's his outsider's perspective on the church, but he's seen and heard so much of the church to be skeptical about, if not downright suspicious of. One hardly knows where to start, really. The support of Crests without ever acknowledging or coming out against the abuses people get up to in the names of the power they grant? The extremely questionable beliefs? (The ones that made Dimitri believe those who died for him were burning in hell because of their regrets...those are particularly spicy.) The alarmingly vicious crushing of dissent within the church, seemingly at odds with Rhea's benevolence elsewhere? That whole thing with Teach and the tomb that Claude's still wondering about? All the books and knowledge Claude knows the church keeps under wraps, away from his prying eyes?

And, above all else...whatever Edelgard had against the Church of Seiros, it must've been huge to prompt the actions she took, the war she waged. Claude still doesn't know what it is, but with how it's affected all of them, he thinks they have a right to know.

Of course, back home...no matter what questions he'd had, he hadn't ever been able to properly pose them. Diplomacy hadn't exactly permitted it back when he was the heir to Duke Riegan, and a kid besides...and even if diplomacy had permitted it, Seteth and Catherine certainly wouldn't have. And once Claude had the authority and age to really press for answers...well, no one had actually been able to find Rhea.

Now, though...Rhea's got no authority behind her, no knights, no ferocious Catherine or forbidding Seteth to restrict Claude's access. She's right in front of him.

Claude's not interested in answering her questions. It's about time Rhea provided some answers of her own.]

I know a few things about contests here - I've won one, actually - and I'd be willing to share what I know. How about we trade questions and answers? I've got a few of my own...

[This is like saying the ocean has a few fish in it.]

Can she accept the Starbucks and refuse the lamp?

[seirosscriptures]

[His is not the first face from Fódlan she has had the pleasure of seeing again. If... 'pleasure' is the proper word for it. Her feelings on this strange occurrence of reunions is complicated, at best. There is familiarity and in familiarity, even one that may not be the most close, there is a semblance of security and stability. Does she trust any of them? Perhaps no more than they trust her, and none of them in this very strange set of circumstances has really any reason to.

To her, they are all victims of time, even if it has, in the case of Felix, only touched in slight. Claude too is enough of the young man she knew of in academy days that she can recognise him. The turn and lilt of his tone. That overconfidence, which seems well-founded given his reputation. Rather, what little she's known of it, given that only monastery whispers have found their ways into her ears.

Faced with him, he is pointed. Very to the point. Very... Claude. In the past, she has been able to avoid many conversation topics by filling in a void with information that is not nearly as much as it seems. She has thought it more than once since her arrival that she will not always be able to resort to this. Against Claude, she images she has very much met her match. He is a cunning man. Dangerous, some might say, and though he has never quite outright spoken against her, she recognises him for the threat he very well may be.]

I suspect you may be inclined to ask me of things others have since my arrival. [She replies kindly, finding that in ways here and there, she has said much the same thing to those who have inquired.] That is, if you wish to know of what last I saw... [Rhea shakes her head.] Younger days. A younger you. At the time of the fall of Garreg Mach.

[And yet knowing him, Claude likely has so much more to pursue. He always has and he has never been shy about chasing it down. Already Rhea's mind is turning with possibilities. She finds herself at the same place she was before. If they should fail to remember what they learn in this world, what harm is there in being so honest? Old habits die hard, however, and Rhea clings to sentiments that will do her no good here.]

Oh the Starbucks is for him.

[vrdantwind]

That's certainly one question I was going to ask! [Given the length of his list, it'd be hard for her to think of a question not on it.] Not surprised others beat me to it. I guess that explains why you're still wearing your archbishop outfit. In the timeframe I remember, you've been missing for going on six years now. There's a theory that Edelgard has you imprisoned, but there's no actual proof that's the case that I've been able to find. [He scrutinizes her through the screen.] To be honest, I'm not sure that if Edelgard had gotten her hands on you, that she wouldn't have just executed you. I'm not sure what she'd want to hold you prisoner for, unless as some kind of bargaining chip...but then she'd have probably used you as that much earlier in the war.

[This minor information dump - in which he's not actually giving Rhea as much information as he seems; it's just the fact of her disappearance combined with his own theories on it and some passing rumors - has plenty of ulterior motive behind it. For starters, it's meant to rattle Rhea a little. It's just plain sense to put her on the back foot immediately, crack her composure to see what might slip out. He's never been overly sympathetic to the archbishop, having too many contradicting facts to her benevolence to regard her with much compassion or trust, so he feels only the faintest twinge of conscience in intentionally aiming to unsettle her.

But more than that, his words are also a lead. Both into some questions he could ask, while also meant to guide Rhea's thoughts - and, potentially, reactions he can read off her - down the lines he wants them to take. If she knows some reason Edelgard might keep her captive for years, then maybe she'll give that away. Even confirming that Edelgard might do so will give Claude more insight on the war at home, and maybe Edelgard herself - especially once he starts really pushing for answers. This is nothing but the gentle prelude, a light testing of Rhea's guard.]

wao rood (she deserves that)

[seirosscriptures]

[It takes a great deal of discipline for Rhea to remain composed in the face of the information Claude practically flings at her. She has very specifically kept what information she does know to herself, utilising rather flimsy evasion tactics with the others who have questioned her on memories and what she's been willing to share about her experiences with the war that has ravaged Fódlan.

Edelgard continues to leave a bitter impression upon her heart. To think that she allowed someone of such a nature so close to her. So close to her family. Can it be true that Rhea was truly so unaware? She suspects that for just some moments, that bitterness crosses her expression, quickly put aside and replaced with something that is not quite blank, but serious. Attentive.

He's putting her in a very difficult position, and somehow she isn't surprised. This is not the first time Claude has directed such prying questions to her. Even in his younger years, he's been direct. Masterfully direct. She suspects there are not words that properly convey how uncomfortable he makes her. He may not stand against her in such an overt way, but she's well aware that he may be a threat.]

I have not seen Edelgard since the happenstance of the Royal Tomb.

[And that is a truth. She has heard a great deal of Edelgard's aims. The ambitions of the Empire. She knows enough to understand that she is in grave danger whenever she ought to make return for Fódlan. As a result, there's not much in Claude's plethora of information that comes as... a surprise. Edelgard has made it quite plain and simple that she means to eradicate Rhea off the face of the living earth. The reasoning...

Well. Rhea can hardly understand how deep that goes. She has never asked and she never intends to. What use is the impassioned heart of a human interested in senseless war?]

Her opposition lies with the Church of Seiros, though to what extent, I did not inquire. In the moment she declared herself a threat, I could no longer permit her to stay within the grounds of Garreg Mach.

[Although in the end, her own defence of Garreg Mach had not been successful either. And for her own safety, Rhea could only flee. Cowardice, perhaps, but she continues to live another day.]