[Askr. A realm eternally caught in some struggle or other, with foes everywhere they look. They require the aid of outside forces, in the form of "heroes" summoned from other worlds. A simple enough explanation that defies all logic, but Hubert can hardly deny that in this world, these are facts. More baffling still is that he's one of these "heroes" summoned to aid this world, when he's possibly the furthest thing from a "hero". His duty is ever to Lady Edelgard, and he is hardly a knight in shining armor.
Still, he isn't the only shady so-called "hero" in the ranks, so Hubert's given up on attempting to determine what qualities make for a "hero". After all, there are some truly villainous sorts drawn in from their worlds - some truly do extend their power to assist Askr in their struggles for their own reasons, while others laze about the castle doing... whatever it is they do in their downtime when they aren't being called on by Prince Alfonse and Anna to assist in battles.
The Summoner (an elusive person who has managed to evade Hubert's attempts to shadow them so far) has decided that the best way to introduce all new heroes to battle in this world is to pair them up with teams and send them out on missions. By repeatedly fighting with the same group of individuals, they'll be better prepared for tougher missions - something Hubert can see the logic in even if he still firmly believes that his place is not the front lines. He's a capable combatant, certainly, but he would be better used as a knife than an axe, so to speak.
Regardless, he finds himself paired with the same allies in smaller skirmishes repeatedly. Without Lady Edelgard to serve here, Hubert has found himself adrift; what exactly is it that he does without her presence? He's been assured repeatedly that she's safe back home (but how safe? how can she be safe when they're losing the war?) and that he'll be returned to the moment he was pulled when Askr has no more need of him. While he does doubt that, questioning it endlessly will get him nowhere, so Hubert's forced to accept it and attempt to do what he can for the cause here.
Of course, that's easier said than done. His attention is often split between his allies and enemies - after all, how can he truly trust these people when he's only known them for such a short time? Other times it's something else that distracts him - today, it was a sudden feeling of... familiarity, perhaps. Like he's done this exact same thing before. Like he's wielded his tome to blast an enemy that looks remarkably similar in an unfamiliar world almost just like this—
Losing his concentration on a battlefield is a death sentence. Hubert knows this, and it very nearly cost him his head today. Instead, he's yet again saved by the swordsman who seems to always be just out of sight - Lif. Hubert shakes off the momentary daze and finishes off the next enemy bearing down on them before silently chastising himself for allowing such a stupid, pointless thought to distract him.
It's only later at night after they've returned to the castle and after dinner and the usual post-battle report that Hubert seeks Lif out. At the very least he should thank the man for saving him, though this isn't the first time Lif's done so. It's truly quite pathetic that Hubert keeps finding himself caught off-guard so in this world; he certainly would have died today had it not been for Lif's interference. It's best to express his thanks even if Lif was just doing his job.
So where exactly is Lif at this time of night? Not that Hubert's opposed to searching every nook and cranny of the castle, but he suspects that the man isn't the sort to call it a night early.]
[If Gustav could see him awake right now, he's pretty sure his father would be scolding him for being up so late. A prince and soldier needs their rest in order to keep fighting at their best, and if they want to win this war against Hel, Alfonse can accept being at no less than his best.
It's a shame Gustav is dead and that their foe shows no signs of stopping in the slightest.
Alfonse paces the library, grabbing every tactical tome he can pour over to try and plan their next move. If he doesn't do something, Askr and Embla will fall; he knows that much. He can't afford a single second of idling, no matter how much Sharena insists he needs to rest in their father's stead, or any of the other heroes insist on such things. They've been backed into a corner--how exactly can you out maneuver an enemy who legitimately cannot die? That's been the question on Alfonse's increasingly frayed and stressed mind as he studies well into the night.
Even with Veronica looking into anything that the Embla family line could have used to try and ensure Hel won't be a problem, they still have to try and deal with her now. It could be worse; it could be so much worse, and Alfonse knows it. But they need to do something now, while there's still time.
He knows, better than anyone, that if worst comes to worst, they need to send the summoner and their heroes back. But at least for now, guilty as Alfonse feels for asking for every bit of help they can get, they have assistance. And Alfonse is ever thankful for it; despite his insistence on not getting close to heroes, not even he's immune to kinship. It at least helps that they have reliable people around, and his mind drifts to one of them as he pours over his studies.
He wonders if Hubert is out this late, and just what the other man would say if he saw him in here again. It almost makes Alfonse chuckle; it's not as though Hubert could judge, considering his own habits. But Hubert has been a stalwart ally for quite some time, and Alfonse has always appreciated having the rather cold and calculating man around. He's helped Alfonse with tactics several times throughout their battles, and his council has always helped the prince in his times of need. He may not know everything of Princess Edelgard other than what Hubert has told him, but he imagines that she appreciates him just as much, if not moreso.
...What he would do for a good cup of coffee right about now, he muses. He's letting himself drift off too much; back to tactical work. It's not like anyone else is awake at this hour.]
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Still, he isn't the only shady so-called "hero" in the ranks, so Hubert's given up on attempting to determine what qualities make for a "hero". After all, there are some truly villainous sorts drawn in from their worlds - some truly do extend their power to assist Askr in their struggles for their own reasons, while others laze about the castle doing... whatever it is they do in their downtime when they aren't being called on by Prince Alfonse and Anna to assist in battles.
The Summoner (an elusive person who has managed to evade Hubert's attempts to shadow them so far) has decided that the best way to introduce all new heroes to battle in this world is to pair them up with teams and send them out on missions. By repeatedly fighting with the same group of individuals, they'll be better prepared for tougher missions - something Hubert can see the logic in even if he still firmly believes that his place is not the front lines. He's a capable combatant, certainly, but he would be better used as a knife than an axe, so to speak.
Regardless, he finds himself paired with the same allies in smaller skirmishes repeatedly. Without Lady Edelgard to serve here, Hubert has found himself adrift; what exactly is it that he does without her presence? He's been assured repeatedly that she's safe back home (but how safe? how can she be safe when they're losing the war?) and that he'll be returned to the moment he was pulled when Askr has no more need of him. While he does doubt that, questioning it endlessly will get him nowhere, so Hubert's forced to accept it and attempt to do what he can for the cause here.
Of course, that's easier said than done. His attention is often split between his allies and enemies - after all, how can he truly trust these people when he's only known them for such a short time? Other times it's something else that distracts him - today, it was a sudden feeling of... familiarity, perhaps. Like he's done this exact same thing before. Like he's wielded his tome to blast an enemy that looks remarkably similar in an unfamiliar world almost just like this—
Losing his concentration on a battlefield is a death sentence. Hubert knows this, and it very nearly cost him his head today. Instead, he's yet again saved by the swordsman who seems to always be just out of sight - Lif. Hubert shakes off the momentary daze and finishes off the next enemy bearing down on them before silently chastising himself for allowing such a stupid, pointless thought to distract him.
It's only later at night after they've returned to the castle and after dinner and the usual post-battle report that Hubert seeks Lif out. At the very least he should thank the man for saving him, though this isn't the first time Lif's done so. It's truly quite pathetic that Hubert keeps finding himself caught off-guard so in this world; he certainly would have died today had it not been for Lif's interference. It's best to express his thanks even if Lif was just doing his job.
So where exactly is Lif at this time of night? Not that Hubert's opposed to searching every nook and cranny of the castle, but he suspects that the man isn't the sort to call it a night early.]
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It's a shame Gustav is dead and that their foe shows no signs of stopping in the slightest.
Alfonse paces the library, grabbing every tactical tome he can pour over to try and plan their next move. If he doesn't do something, Askr and Embla will fall; he knows that much. He can't afford a single second of idling, no matter how much Sharena insists he needs to rest in their father's stead, or any of the other heroes insist on such things. They've been backed into a corner--how exactly can you out maneuver an enemy who legitimately cannot die? That's been the question on Alfonse's increasingly frayed and stressed mind as he studies well into the night.
Even with Veronica looking into anything that the Embla family line could have used to try and ensure Hel won't be a problem, they still have to try and deal with her now. It could be worse; it could be so much worse, and Alfonse knows it. But they need to do something now, while there's still time.
He knows, better than anyone, that if worst comes to worst, they need to send the summoner and their heroes back. But at least for now, guilty as Alfonse feels for asking for every bit of help they can get, they have assistance. And Alfonse is ever thankful for it; despite his insistence on not getting close to heroes, not even he's immune to kinship. It at least helps that they have reliable people around, and his mind drifts to one of them as he pours over his studies.
He wonders if Hubert is out this late, and just what the other man would say if he saw him in here again. It almost makes Alfonse chuckle; it's not as though Hubert could judge, considering his own habits. But Hubert has been a stalwart ally for quite some time, and Alfonse has always appreciated having the rather cold and calculating man around. He's helped Alfonse with tactics several times throughout their battles, and his council has always helped the prince in his times of need. He may not know everything of Princess Edelgard other than what Hubert has told him, but he imagines that she appreciates him just as much, if not moreso.
...What he would do for a good cup of coffee right about now, he muses. He's letting himself drift off too much; back to tactical work. It's not like anyone else is awake at this hour.]
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