Sophie of Nohr (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
aspiringknight) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
diatu2019-12-09 07:07 pm
aspiringknight) wrote in diatu2019-12-09 07:07 pm
Class Change
Who: Sophie and YOU
What: An accident-prone knight-in-training ends up in another Deeprealm and has to set aside the lance to study magic. It's going to be a disaster.
Where: Around campus
When: December, before the big eventjust to make things more difficult for Tyzias
Warnings: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...none?
Starchime Library
*THUD*
*THUD*
*THUD*
The sound seems to be reverberating through Starchime library, most likely making it difficult for anyone else attempting to use the library for research or study purposes to get anything done. Sophie knows she's making things more difficult for the other students, and that's not helping her mood improve any either.
Hitting the books seemed like a good way to get started, right? Magic comes from books in her world, so when Sophie found out this school had a library that seemed like the best way to get a leg-up on learning how to be a mage. 'Cause that's what she has to do now, apparently! Her mom got sucked into another dimension and ended up in a world of fantastic technology and high adventure to take part in a quest to save all of reality. She's met a few of her mom's friends from that world, former "Heroes of Light" and they're a pretty cool bunch.
Sophie gets sucked into another universe, and it's to go to school. Okay, fine. She had tutors as a kid. She can do this. To the library! She even went to the liberty of taking her shoes and socks off, placing them on the floor next to her, socks carefully stuffed into the shoes, since for some reason being barefoot always seems to help her concentrate better. She can do this!
Her enthusiasm for her newfound studies lasted as long as it took to open her first text on magic and her eyes had glazed over before she'd even finished the first page. Even now, trying to read the (incredibly tiny why is it so tiny) text she's pretty sure all she's making it is line after line of
Womp womp womp womp womp womp womp. Womp womp womp? Womp! Womp womp, womp womp womp. Womp. &!!!Q!!!?*****Q????*&*&!Q!!
And she is certain there aren't actually as many q's in that passage. So, textbook (incredibly big text why is it so big if the text is so small) open in front of her forgotten for the time being, Sophie has settled for just banging her head against the table, slowly, and methodically. It seems about as useful a method of passing the time as any until she, er, explodes or melts into water or whatever.
Help?
Bad Decisions at 3AM; Promenade
Okay, so being a mage is good and all but it's never been Sophie's main goal; that's always to become a knight, like her father. No, not just a knight-a great knight. Well, not actually a Great Knight, she doesn't really like using axes, but definitely a Paladin-actually you know what, we're getting off-track here.
Sophie wants to be a knight, not a mage, and that's a whole different set of skills. And she doesn't even have Avel here with her, which makes the whole mounted combat aspect even harder than having Avel normally makes it. And classes still take up most of her day, but she can't afford to slack in her training. Something's got to give and Sophie is sensible enough to know what.
Sleep, obviously. She can use most of the night to keep up the parts of her knightly training that she can do, and right now that's keep up her swordsmanship and lance-work.
Or she could, if she had a sword or lance with her. But nothing to fear! She found some sticks, and after several hours of diligent work she...she broke them in half. But then she went out and found another set and broke those too but the third pair lasted and with some hard, and very, very, very careful work she managed to turn them into kind of a training sword and lance. Sort of. Close enough, probably.
It was two in the morning at that point and trying to do combat training in the common room would probably make her housemates mad at her, so she's relocated to the Promenade. Is it dark? Yes. Is it cold? Yes. Is Sophie actually very tired because it's three AM now? Yes.
But this is what she can do and it's what she's going to do.
Good decisions, Sophie makes them.
It might be a good idea for someone to check on her.
Wild Card
If there's another prompt you have an idea for, post it here and I'll run with it!
What: An accident-prone knight-in-training ends up in another Deeprealm and has to set aside the lance to study magic. It's going to be a disaster.
Where: Around campus
When: December, before the big event
Warnings: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...none?
Starchime Library
*THUD*
*THUD*
*THUD*
The sound seems to be reverberating through Starchime library, most likely making it difficult for anyone else attempting to use the library for research or study purposes to get anything done. Sophie knows she's making things more difficult for the other students, and that's not helping her mood improve any either.
Hitting the books seemed like a good way to get started, right? Magic comes from books in her world, so when Sophie found out this school had a library that seemed like the best way to get a leg-up on learning how to be a mage. 'Cause that's what she has to do now, apparently! Her mom got sucked into another dimension and ended up in a world of fantastic technology and high adventure to take part in a quest to save all of reality. She's met a few of her mom's friends from that world, former "Heroes of Light" and they're a pretty cool bunch.
Sophie gets sucked into another universe, and it's to go to school. Okay, fine. She had tutors as a kid. She can do this. To the library! She even went to the liberty of taking her shoes and socks off, placing them on the floor next to her, socks carefully stuffed into the shoes, since for some reason being barefoot always seems to help her concentrate better. She can do this!
Her enthusiasm for her newfound studies lasted as long as it took to open her first text on magic and her eyes had glazed over before she'd even finished the first page. Even now, trying to read the (incredibly tiny why is it so tiny) text she's pretty sure all she's making it is line after line of
Womp womp womp womp womp womp womp. Womp womp womp? Womp! Womp womp, womp womp womp. Womp. &!!!Q!!!?*****Q????*&*&!Q!!
And she is certain there aren't actually as many q's in that passage. So, textbook (incredibly big text why is it so big if the text is so small) open in front of her forgotten for the time being, Sophie has settled for just banging her head against the table, slowly, and methodically. It seems about as useful a method of passing the time as any until she, er, explodes or melts into water or whatever.
Help?
Bad Decisions at 3AM; Promenade
Okay, so being a mage is good and all but it's never been Sophie's main goal; that's always to become a knight, like her father. No, not just a knight-a great knight. Well, not actually a Great Knight, she doesn't really like using axes, but definitely a Paladin-actually you know what, we're getting off-track here.
Sophie wants to be a knight, not a mage, and that's a whole different set of skills. And she doesn't even have Avel here with her, which makes the whole mounted combat aspect even harder than having Avel normally makes it. And classes still take up most of her day, but she can't afford to slack in her training. Something's got to give and Sophie is sensible enough to know what.
Sleep, obviously. She can use most of the night to keep up the parts of her knightly training that she can do, and right now that's keep up her swordsmanship and lance-work.
Or she could, if she had a sword or lance with her. But nothing to fear! She found some sticks, and after several hours of diligent work she...she broke them in half. But then she went out and found another set and broke those too but the third pair lasted and with some hard, and very, very, very careful work she managed to turn them into kind of a training sword and lance. Sort of. Close enough, probably.
It was two in the morning at that point and trying to do combat training in the common room would probably make her housemates mad at her, so she's relocated to the Promenade. Is it dark? Yes. Is it cold? Yes. Is Sophie actually very tired because it's three AM now? Yes.
But this is what she can do and it's what she's going to do.
Good decisions, Sophie makes them.
It might be a good idea for someone to check on her.
Wild Card
If there's another prompt you have an idea for, post it here and I'll run with it!
Starchime Library
As Sophie raises her head for another thump, Tyzias's hand darts towards her collar to restrain her. "This. Is. A. Fucking. Library," she hisses directly into her ear, the distinct insectile click underneath her words sounding very familiar indeed. "What the calamity do you think you're doing?"
time to ruin Tyzias' day
"S-sorry! I'm sorry!" She yelps, hearing the anger in the other person's voice. "I'm just...wait a second." She's...heard that voice before? She doesn't know the speaker terrifically well, but there's no mistaking that clicking noise...or, frankly the attitude.
Sophie turns around and her eyes go wide with recognition. It is her! Her mom's friend! Despite herself (Her mom's introduced them and all that but they've never really interacted all that much the few times Sophie's seen her when she came to visit), she breaks into a huge grin of relief.
"Miss Entykk!" She declares. "Oh wow, am I ever glad to see you!" If Miss Entykk is here, then that means that Wolfskin guy she hangs out with is probably around...and his weird Deeprealm-traveling ship. She's saved! No magic-learning at all!
"It's me, Miss Entykk, Sophie! Corrin's daughter, remember?" Then she blinks. "...Why do you look different?" She asks, probably entirely too loudly for Tyzias' liking. Wasn't she missing an eye or something?
*dial-up noises*
Fantastic.
Tyzias stares blankly at Sophie for a moment, calculating her options before settling on the only possibility left available to her: deny, deny, deny. Taking a slow sip of her mug, Tyzias smacks her lips and gives Sophie an annoyed glare. "Who the hell are you?"
no subject
One major difference however, is Sophie's complete lack of intuition; Corrin would have played along with Tyzias' denial even if she didn't know why. Sophie however, meets it with a look of bewilderment.
"Um...Sophie?" She offers again, trying to be helpful. "Sophie of Nohr? I mean, I know we never spent a huge amount of time together since you were always there to visit my mom, but she did introduce us. Wait, is that why you're here?" Her eyes widen in hope. "Oh gosh, she sent you to come get me, didn't she?" She pushes back her chair and starts to rise. "Thank the gods, I do not think I'm going to hack it here." She laughs nervously, since for some reason this situation still feels really tense for reasons she's not certain of! "Figures, right? You and my mom get sucked into another dimension it's to fight off some big dragon god and save reality, but it happens to me and I have to go to school. W-Well, no harm done, where's that ship of yours?" If it wasn't already apparent she's a nervous talker, it's certainly is now. And that she has an issue with volume when she's nervous.
It's true Tyzias doesn't look precisely the same as she did the last time she showed up to have tea with her mom, but this place is weird enough without having to worry about that. Right now, at least. She'll probably enquire about it on the ride back.
no subject
As Sophie rambles, Tyzias's eyes grow more and more blank as she sees the carefully-crafted life that she's built (and Sophie's vain hope of escape) collapsing down all around her. Taking a deep breath, Tyzias locks eyes with Sophie and deliberately says, "I have no idea what you're talking about. Did you get a head injury? Here, I'll take you to the nurse's. We'll teleport, that'll be a lot faster."
The troll claps her hand on Sophie's shoulder, preparing to Sunder her and Sophie to her dorm room.
*instant transmission pop*
Tyzias has a very firm grip on her shoulder and Sophie's smile suddenly looks a lot more manic as she tries to fight her panic at her imminent teleportation. "Oh no, really that's okay really you don't have to waitmyshoes-"
1/2
As soon as they arrive in Tyzias's dorm, the troll flashsteps to the door to do several locks. Some magical, some mechanical, most a mix of both... wow, she's really paranoid about her privacy. And for what, an extremely messy room? Books everywhere, dirty laundry instead of carpeting, notes taped to the wall and scattered across every available surface, a bunch of knickknacks, a training dummy, several throwing weapons of various kinds embedded in the back wall (are those bullet holes?), scorchmarks... okay, maybe Tyzias has good reason for this level of security.
With the final lock double-checked, Tyzias sighs, turns to Sophie, taps her glasses, and-
2/2
no subject
Tyzias' sudden change back into the older, battle-scarred version she remembers that used to pop in for tea and sparring with her mother catches Sophie off-guard, and she sort of collapses into a sitting position on the edge of Tyzias' bed. "You could have warned me you were about to do that!" She rubs her temples. "I'm stressed enough as it is."
She looks back up at the troll and she can see the irritation on her face. "So you did recognize me! Why didn't you just say so? What is going on Mrs. Entykk, are-" She looks concerned. "Are you in some kind of trouble?"
no subject
It turns out that Tyzias somehow managed to disguise her toothpick-chewing habit beneath the magic that she acquired from Ena's world, since the sliver of wood she's currently gnawing on is already showing signs of intense wear. Groaning, Tyzias pinches the bridge of her nose. "One, I'm not on the run or anything. It's just that if I go out looking like this, every idiot who wants something vaguely heroic done will mob me with their inane sidequests. I'm viewing this as a fucking vacation from hero'ing, it's the only way to stay sane.
"Which leads into two. I'm not here to pick you up and take you back to your mom's. I got abducted and lost basically all my powers, same as you. We're in this together."
no subject
But it all just means that what Tyzias is saying is true; her mother didn't send her. She might not even know Sophie is gone yet, because of Deeprealm time nonsense. She really is stuck here, probably for awhile and her expression falls. "Oh no." She frets. "I was really hoping...I don't know how to do this." Magic? School? Both? It's not like she's ever had much experience with either.
no subject
"I like helping people. Gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling inside my pumpbiscuit. But sometimes, I just need a fucking break from all of it."
As Sophie begins to fret, Tyzias begins digging around through her variety of inventory systems, muttering as she looks for something. After a few moments, she finds a battered composite notebook and hands it Sophie. "Here's everything I've found on how this world works, its history, its culture, and specifically the magic taught here at Diatu. Will this help?"
no subject
Which is when she drops the book into Sophie's lap. She picks it up and stares at it eagerly. "Oh yeah, definitely!" She says happily, her eyes lighting up almost exactly the same way as Tyzias used to see Corrin do the same. "Thank you so much, Miss Entykk, this is going to be so much help!" She looks up in relief, a tired smile across her face.
"I'm really glad you're here too. I don't feel so alone anymore. Do you, um, think we might be able to study together from time to time? No heroics involved, I promise!" She may be more her mother's friend at this point than Sophie's but she is a familiar face and knowing she's here makes this Diatu place feel a bit less alien and scary.
no subject
Tyzias crosses her arms, smiling down at Sophie. She knows that she's barely older than her, but damn if Tyzias doesn't want to ruffle her hair regardless. "Of course. Family's family, after all." What an interesting human concept, family. Tyzias has taken something of a shine to it. "Oh, right. One more thing."
The troll's smile becomes much more dangerous. "If you breathe a word about my past to anyone without my permission, you're really not going to like what happens next."
no subject
"Thank you so much!" Sophie replies with relief, hugging the book to her chest like it's a protective amulet. "You know, my mom says you're one of the best sparring partners she's ever had and the only other people she says that about are dad and Uncle Xander, so she's not just saying-"
But then Tyzias finishes talking and Sophie's smile goes just a bit frozen, and her eyes just a little glassy. "...Uh. R-right." Boy howdy she likes Miss Entykk, but...damn, she's scary. "No need to worry about me, my lips are sealed, 100%. Nobody will get a peep outta me about Vaikuntha." She sits there awkwardly for a second. "Well, um, I think I should probably...go to my room and look this over. Give it a gooooood long looksee." She starts to rise, but then decides to try and aim for some levity.
"So family's family...does that I mean I can call you "Auntie Tyzias"? She asks with a small, nervous-ish giggle.
end?
She somehow doubted that Sophie could keep a secret to save her life, but Tyzias had to trust the girl. Especially when she looked up at her with those adorable puppy-dog eyes. D'awwwww. Tyzias finally gives in to the temptation and ruffles Sophie's hair, smiling. "Of course, kid."