oddsandends | 102nd ♫ | sell your soul to the devil on the street corner

Name: Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd | Champion of the Dead
Age: 17 | Species: Human | Occupation: Crown prince of the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus
Likes: Combat, high-quality weapons, strength training, going for long rides, physically laborious work
Dislikes: Delicate work, fragile objects, scorching heat, selfish people
Traits: Attentive, kind, unstable, violent
Trivia: Dimitri's favorite training exercise is lifting boulders while running up mountains

[Dimitri is a good boy! He's friendly and easy to get along with for most anyone in the game, and like his profile suggests he's very attentive and kind, always looking out for others and trying to help.

But during trials he can get rather... intense. He tears into culprits with shocking aggression and has likely had to be held back from attacking someone. Even if powers are off he's still stupidly strong and goddess help you if powers are ON. As the weeks go on without escape he gets more and more... touchy. Mumbling to himself and partaking in more and more risk-taking behaviors...]

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[ The others try and tell her it isn't wise for her to be alone after the trial they've just had. And really, Yuri understands where they're coming from. She's still feeling shaken up and her stomach is still churning with the aftermath of anxiety and maybe it's better for her to be around people right now – but it's precisely because it was a trial like that that she can't bear to look any of them in the face.

It hadn't been quite close enough that a vote had been called – but close to it. Evidence planted carefully in all the right places, not overt enough to be suspicious but enough to nudge them in the right direction. If she hadn't been the one on the wrong side of the frame job, she might have been able to appreciate how well it'd been constructed.

It's not really a surprise to her, then, who the real culprit turns out to be. Only an expert storyteller like Camellia could set up something like that. And as frightening as it'd been to see Dimitri truly come unravelled as he had at the trial – as frightened as she knows she should be, still – there'd been something about him having it out with the Imaginier in her defence that was...

Well. Having some time to herself isn't the only reason she'd broken away from the others. She finds him in the garden, where the others aren't likely to come look for them immediately and feels her heart stutter in her throat a bit. She can't tell if it's fear or something else. ]

D–Dimitri...? [ Her voice cracks a bit. ] Ah, if– if you wanted to be alone, I can...

[He looks up from what he had been doing with a slightly glassy look to his eyes, dirt and mud up to his elbows. What he had been doing was... gardening? Or likely had been an attempt when he started that devolved into mindless digging and pulling. Enough that he has a sizable hole and quite a few plants up by the roots around him. The memorial flowers at least are completely untouched]

Yuri... f-forgive me, I did not expect- ['anyone to want to see me'] - company. Forgive my appearance...

N–no, you don't have to apologize... w–with things as they are, I don't think any of us are looking our best.

[ She crosses the garden, intending to make her way to his side, but stops a few feet away looking uncertain. ]

I... I came to speak to you but– I'm sorry if you wanted to be alone...! I–I can wait until tomorrow...

No, it's fine. I don't mind. I just... needed a moment to clear my head.

... Mm. I understand.

[ She finally closes the rest of the space between them, stooping down to settle herself at his side. It feels oddly presumptuous for her to come this close, but she doesn't want anyone else to overhear what she has to say. ]

After what happened at the trial, I... really couldn't stand to be around anyone. At least for the moment.

[he knocks his gauntlets against the ground, trying to get some of the dirt and grass off... It's not working well]

I do not blame you. I... should apologize to them for my behavior, but... I find I can not make myself feel sorry just yet.

[ She'd had her gaze on his hands at first, but as he speaks her eyes drift up to his face. It's a little bit hard to believe that after how meticulously she'd been set up that anyone would defend her – or more that Dimitri of all people would defend her so vehemently. So viciously.

She wonders if it feels the same for him as it does for her, when she lets some small ugliness show. She wonders if he feels the same sort of fear. ]

I'm... grateful, you know.

[ The words tumble out of her mouth without any finesse or overthinking – she forces them out before she can second guess them, because she needs him to know. ]

That– that you spoke up, at the trial. I really didn't know what to do, I was so afraid that they would vote for me and I–

[ Her face flushes and she has to slump forward and hide her painfully red face in her hands. ]

N–nobody has ever... gotten angry... on my behalf.

No one...?

[that's hard for him to believe, but he has no reason to think she's lying]

There is no need to thank me. We are friends, right?

... and I will admit I was a bit frustrated that they were falling for such an obvious trap.

[ but the frame job had been so meticulous. How...?

[ Her expression turns a little complicated – it's a rueful, frustrated sort of smile that looks out of place on her face. But at the same time, it looks like the sort of expression she's resigned herself to wearing. ]

I don't... blame them for believing it. I–I mean... everyone knows what a strange person I am. And it's not as though they have any reason to really trust me. So... in a situation like this, with someone like me around and seeming like the obvious culprit... I can understand why they might jump to that.

[ She says it like it's something she's justifying to herself – maybe this is how she'll go back out and face them all without a grudge against anyone but herself. ]

No-!

[he moves like he was about to grasp her shoulders, only to remember his flithy gauntlets. So instead he starts removing them as he talks, snapping one of the leather straps in his frustration. Under them are simple riding gloves ]

She handed them a story on a silver platter and they were so starved for a quick resolution that they never checked for poison or rot. That is their cowardice and nothing more.

And regardless, if you DID kill it would not be-

[he suddenly realize what he is about to say and covers his mouth in horror]

F-forgive me Yuri, that is... that is NOT a proper thing to speculate!

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[ when this all began — all of them pulled from places utterly unlike each other, trapped in a mansion beyond any reasonable size, told the situation by their mysterious captor — Rudbeckia had looked at her fellow captives, and she had chosen Dimitri as a safe bet. he's around the same age as her; he's from a fantasy world, and one with a social hierarchy just like hers; he's someone who is kind, but also strong and trained in combat. it's the perfect combination. if she can just get close to him, she thinks, whether that's as a friend or a sister, a budding infatuation or a pitiable fool, then he's someone who she can count on to protect her in this place.

that's what she thought, at first. she wasn't entirely wrong. but after a few weeks of peace, the first murder happened at last, and Ruby's hopes for a dashing hero went up in smoke. Dimitri — snapped. it wasn't the cold and domineering violence that she's accustomed to, either; he turned from a puppy into a feral dog. he is definitely not a safe bet. ]

Dimitri—! Look, look what I made you!

[ but still, here she is, almost a week after the illusion of peace broke, bringing him an armful of daisy chains and flower crowns.

it's a sunk cost fallacy. she's already hitched her survival to him. what does it matter if she has to learn to manage somebody's unpredictable temper yet again? just think of it like Izek, she tells herself. just be the same harmless, dumb princess as always, and drop to your knees in a split second if you have to. just make him like you. ]

Aren't they pretty? I'm so glad the Lord of the Manor opened up the courtyard!

Rudbeckia...

[he attempts to smile when he sees her approuch, completely clueless to her darker thoughts. Now that his cover was blown it was easier to see the cracks in the mask: how glassy his eyes were. How tightlipped his smiles were so he wouldn't show too many teeth. It wasn't fake, exactly. He wasn't hiding some darker, crueler expression. More there was nothing there at all, but he wished so deeply to have something to show that he tried, regardless.]

They're lovely.

[He reaches out as if to accept them... then pulls back, looking shamed.]

Ah... I'm sorry. I am not good with delicate things. I fear I may tear them on accident.

[ seeing him withdraw so timidly makes her smile soften, warmer. that's what is on her face, though; more importantly, it settles her nerves just a little. even if there is a frightening beast somewhere in there, he's still not quite like Izek, is he? and he's not at all like Cesare, who would never shy away from having power over her. she can't bet her survival on Dimitri's shame alone, but it means that it isn't hopeless. if she's something lovely and delicate like those flowers, he'll be afraid to touch her, too. ]

Hmm— Is that so? [ she steps closer to follow that retreating hand. ] Then I'll just have to do it like this!

[ on the tips of her toes, she reaches up to put one of the daisy chains around Dimitri's neck. very nearly chest-to-chest, her arms go around him, her fingers brushing along his shoulders as she adjusts the necklace to her liking. a stupidly fearless little lark playing games with a lion. ]

[he goes stiff, as if frightened to death of her... but when the necklace settles his fear and tension bloom into a true smile]

I must look quite silly.

[ Well, the fact that the two of them had been brought straight into this hell is something that one another had to contend with. But, even with the circumstances, Felix still acted as he normally would towards the prince.

Everyone more or less can see how their interactions went. Some even wondered if they were rivals or enemies, especially in a place like this. Though, Felix honestly still sought out Dimitri's company on more than one occasion. Whatever the case, he does manage to get it together to work with him during trials, actually scowling and glaring down at people if anyone does happen to consider Dimitri suspicious. When he speaks up about it he's insulting him in the same breath he expresses his doubts, much to the annoyance of literally almost everyone in the room.

Then, the third trial rolls around, and someone brings up the fact that dark hairs have been found on the scene, as well as directing their suspicion Felix's way. Which makes him cross his arms. ]

Don't be stupid. I'm not so careless to leave strands of my hair at the scene of a crime. Do you sincerely believe me to be that idiotic?

[ They keep pressing, to the point the he slams his hand on the podium. Hard. ]

You can waste your damn time on this stupidity, or you can actually work on solving the case. Or maybe, you actually want to die a dog's death...

[ ...yeah, this seems to not be doing him any favors. Whether or not he's actually innocent. ]

[the bickering goes on for awhile longer, but the sound of creaking metal finally gets someone's attention. Dimitri is gripping his podium in a death grip, his gauntlets deforming slightly and the clawed tips scrapping actual furrows in the metal.]

Enough. That is ENOUGH!!

[he bellows exactly like the beast that Felix always claimed he is, though under the rage is the royal force of command. The king he might have been if fate had been kinder to his mind.

He pants like a dog, as if managing to gather his thoughts and not just crushing the skulls of all those before him in his hands was literally exhausting him]

The length... it is wrong. Check, you will see I am right.

[as if he knew the exact length of Felix's hair even after two years of estrangement and the swordsman's habit of never having it down. He sounds completely sure.]

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[ It's enough to even make Felix tense with the volume, even if by now he has seen the other at his worst. The others watch with hawk eyes, but when Dimitri makes the comment that he does, the man who had thrown the accusation towards Felix seems to go quiet as well.

There's even a tense silence where the man comes closer, and tells Felix to let down his hair to be sure. ]

You can see it just well enough. It's not that damn hard to compare even with my hair up. Unless you've gone blind.

[ So, there is a comparison done as he is. It looks like the hairs just barely stop short of matching Felix's hair length, even if his hair color seems to be a match. ]

We still haven't figured out what was going on with that girl. She fought back, but she was easily overpowered, and her throat slit—

[ But, the man doesn't seem satisfied. Instead, he turns to Dimitri, and asks the blond if 'He's really willing to risk the lives of everyone here when it's clear that someone he knows has had a hand in the murder. Do you really have that amount of blind faith in him...or maybe you're working with him?'

The man is prodding, trying to get some kind of reaction. ]

...Shut your damn mouth! You already saw that the length didn't match, and it'd be obvious if the boar was involved. How long do you intend to draw this idiocy out?

[And Dimitri knows, knows, that if it was torn out or sliced it being shorter and still Felix's was completely possible. That Felix could over power someone even stronger than him with his skill alone, and always had a blade. A throat slice was not his usual means, but it was not outside his ability.

But there is one thing a Kingdom man has and values above all else, and that Dimitri holds to his heart: loyalty. Devotion. Felix may no longer see him as a friend or even a worthy leader. But he would still fight for him, and so Dimitri will always do the same]

It's as Felix says, I had nothing to do with it. I... am incapable of such a delicate murder. But I have complete faith in Felix- if you intend to execute him you shall have to kill us both.

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[ It's complicated. Felix has placed up walls based upon what he has seen back during that maiden battle. But, even so, he can't truly refute deep down in his heart that Dimitri is important to him, and there is a loyalty and devotion that will not be truly shaken. He'll deny it, lash out hurtfully, perhaps cruelly at times in order to deny it...but it's the truth and it's his actions which speak louder than words. And even in his words that fact can be found easily enough.

It's why it becomes difficult whenever someone has accused the blond of such things. Still, he pauses at what Dimitri says, just like how everyone else does. Some of the caring ones appear uneasy at the thought.

The accusing man's expression shifts in a blink it and miss it, his expression smooths out. He states, 'I suppose I can't stop you from doing something so reckless. But, I will at least table this for now; there are other aspects of the case to sift through, after all.'

Felix just sneers as the man turns to a woman beside him. ]

Or you can simply shove it, on account of insisting on such idiocy. If I had killed someone, I can tell you right now that you'd be the one whose throat I'd have slit.

[ Steadfastly ignoring the fallout from that shitty comment, Felix's attention for a moment is solely on Dimitri, for the most part. It's more than a glance, sort of. ]

Hmph. I won't protest against even a boar prince's belief in me. But, where does that complete faith come from?

[Parker Rochford has been suspicious of Dimitri since day one.

While the others had been so charmed by the fact that they had a prince amongst their ranks, Parker had rolled her eyes. There was a time, seemingly long ago, but in reality less than a year ago, when she would have been the same. Maybe she’d have vied for his attention, flirted a little, dolled up nice for him. George would have understood. Hell, George would have done the same, if he were here. But that’s the thing. He wasn’t. Henry Tudor had taken him from her, and she’d learned the hard way: noble princes and kings were capable of awful things. Even if their crown was one from prom.

So while Dimitri’s darker nature may have been a surprise to her peers, it wasn’t to Parker. She didn’t react to it— just went on the same as she always was with him—- she was self-assured, firm, and did not flinch. She smiled her beauty queen smiles. She countered his points when they were wrong, and any time he seemed too close to flying off the edge, her fingers twitched to her skirt. To the knife she had precariously strapped to herself.

Parker Rochford knew how to deal with boys like him. If it came down to it? She was ready to put him down. Just like she’d been ready to put Henry down.

It didn’t come to that, thankfully. There were others that had been able to hold him back, and prevented a murder pile up in the middle of a trial. But Parker had been ready, and it had come close. She couldn’t deny that, even now, that they were safe. Not even when she was doing what she did best: organizing the after party, paying careful attention to decor and diet restrictions.

Still. There’s a discomfort that stirs in her stomach, as she reflects and makes sure that there are vegetables on the table. Despite all of the danger and darkness that she felt behind him, he didn’t actually have a kill count here. That set him aside from Henry. Maybe he actually still had a chance.

And when he doesn’t show up? She doesn’t trust any of the others. She goes to find him. When she does, she greets him with a hand on her hip, and the same intense stare that terrified every cheerleader at Lancaster High.]

Are you seriously going to try and sit out what is about to be the best event this place has ever seen?

[Parker Rochford is very skilled at throwing funerals.]

[He looks up, looking quite pathetic.]

Ah, Parker... I'm sorry. I... am not sure anyone would want me there, and I do not want to make anyone uncomfortable.

[It’s hard to think of him as a Henry when he looks that pathetic. It was much easier in the trial room, when he’d taken on the same viciousness she’d seen in Henry’s eyes, after the explosion.

It helps, actually. She doesn’t have to flinch away from him. She can continue straight on course, her hand on her hip, and her tone firm.]

It’s a whole lot more uncomfortable to have you sulking out here on your own, doing who knows what.

... I... I had not considered that. I can not blame them for thinking I am up to some kind of misdeeds.

...Look. I don't know if it helps, but-- [She moves her hand from her hip, but it's just so she can cross her arms, and look away.]

People would think whatever they wanted about you anyway, even if you didn't go all kill bill sirens during the trial. That's what they do.

102nd ♫ | sell your soul to the devil on the street corner

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd | Fire Emblem

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4. Trial;

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and after the party it’s the AFTERPARTY

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