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[rightfully]

ᴡʜᴏ: Lucina! And you!
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: All around the Temple of Beginnings.
ᴡʜᴇɴ: Early October, pre-caves.
ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ: G - PG at most.
ᴡʜᴀᴛ: Whatever your heart desires. Also: prompts below the cut.


» ғɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ʀɪɴɢ.

[ Getting used to this new existence with its promise of effort - a home she hadn't exactly asked for, but wasn't complaining over - Lucina certainly can't allow her forms to slacken or her muscles to grow lazy with disuse. The two-handed sword is her weapon of choice, typically, although she has trained on other things (thank you, Fire Emblem Heroes)—today, Falchion is loyally in her hands.

...Metaphorically loyally. She still likes to believe her inherited sword is loyal to her, the way it picks and chooses among Naga's scions with a finesse that borders on cruel.

Why would that be in doubt?

Well, the training dummy has managed to disarm her and refuses to let go. Falchion protrudes from the left hand it mysteriously has, wooden fingers wrapped around the hilt.

She has been trying to get it to relinquish the blade for the past ten minutes. Kicking it does not work. Striking it in center mass does not work.

(Walking away will work, but that's not in Lucina's repetoire. Hopefully someone will suggest that to her.)

Maybe... maybe begging will work? ]

Please return Falchion to me.

[ Stony, smiling silence. Ridiculously, Lucina's voice cracks like a whip. ] It will not even work for you! [ Who would like to walk onto this mess? ]

» ᴋɪᴛᴄʜᴇɴs.

[ Fortunately, Lucina is at least somewhat familiar with rationing, although life here is hardly comparable to the ascetic necessity of her sundered future. She knows precisely how much a person can live on without losing too much muscle mass - getting to prepare her meals beyond that limitation is a luxury she's still growing used to. She has yet to eat the alloted breakfast portion in its entirety without saving a little over for lunch, but with all the sickness going around (and her own arguable bout, that she denies and affirms in turn—Lords Don't Get Sick, except when they do) she's put a little extra energy in ensuring people are fed.

This prompt will not be as long as the previous one.

As soon as someone enters, she smiles over at them from her position above an oven. A large pot bubbles placidly, efficiently stewed meats lending an edible aroma to the air. ]

Good day, friend. Would you care for some soup?

[ She... she doesn't really know how to make anything else. ]

» ᴡɪʟᴅᴄᴀʀᴅ.

( Anything else! Lucina can likely be found making herself useful in whatever degree, training in the fighting ring, or wandering the forest. If you'd like to plot something, feel free to hit me up via PM to this account, but I'm usually down for whatever. c: )

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kitchens

[fairysong]

[Once upon a time, Sheryl had to ration food, because she never knew when she'd be able to scrounge up her next meal. But after that, her life had been a glamorous one, a comfortable one. And even if the Macross Frontier had had to ration food near the end, it's not really a habit she's in.

Which, of course, would be a conversation for another day, because she's famished and coming in for an early breakfast, having not slept all that well.]

Soup?

...what kind of soup?

[rightfully]

Well... There are bits of meat and some steamed potato, so I suppose it's more of a stew.

[ She lifts up a ladle (that she had been holding this whole time! honest!) with its dipper filled near to the brim with hot, pleasant looking broth and a few ingredients floating within. She had been able to find some carrots as well, largely by holding them back from her own breakfast the last few days. ]

[fairysong]

[Stew. Just the name sounds so quaint. How long has it been since she's eaten something that could be properly termed a stew?

Well, she's hungry.] You know what? I'll give it a try, if you're offering.

I haven't seen you cook before. Special occasion?

[rightfully]

[ Sheryl is free to take a seat. Lucina will ladle out her bowl and bring it to her. Why a princess behaves like a servant sometimes is anyone's guess. ]

Something like that, yes.

[ To clarify, she adds -- ]

It took me a little while to adjust to being here. Back home, preparing meals is something we do in turns. I don't want to lose that habit merely because I am... elsewhere.

[fairysong]

[And take a seat she does, waiting for the bowl to be set in front of her.] Use it or lose it, right? It's never a bad idea to keep your skills honed.

Me, I can't cook for anything. I had a boy who did it for me.

[rightfully]

[ Uninvited, Lucina takes a seat across with her own bowl. Guess they're hanging out now. :D ]

A boy? ...A butler, you mean?

[fairysong]

[Congratulations, you've actually just made Sheryl laugh.] Wouldn't that have been nice! He'd cut a very smart figure in a suit like that, now that you mention it.

Not a butler, though. Just a boyfriend.

[rightfully]

[ What an embarrassing mistake... Lucina colours briefly, hectic slashes of pink left high up on her cheeks for a moment. A boyfriend, of course. ]

And he prepares meals for you? That sounds like someone worth holding onto.

[fairysong]

After we moved in together, he did! He's a grumpy flyboy with his head in the clouds, but he's a good cook. Sweet when you get to know him.

[She sounds a little wistful, talking about him.] Trust me, he is. I have good taste. So does he.

[But Alto's not here right now, so.]

[rightfully]

"Flyboy"?

[ That probably doesn't mean he rides wyverns, does it?

Regardless, she looks mildly fascinated by the topic at hand. Go ahead and tell her all about your relationship, Sheryl. ]

[fairysong]

[First of all, omg how do you get emotes in your post like that???

Second of all, it's only one half of her relationships, but she's not going to volunteer the whole trio thing just yet out of the blue. Lucina doesn't have to know that.

Sheryl idly pokes at her bowl of stew with a spoon.] Yes-- a pilot. Alto's loved flying since long before I ever met him. If I gave him the choice of dating his plane or dating me, I'm pretty sure I'd win, but it'd be close.

That's actually how we met; he and his classmates did acrobatics during one of my shows.

[rightfully]

[ The magic of img src! :D

And yeah, it's best that Sheryl be retiring with the precise details. It's no one else's business! Not to mention that it'll just confuse Lucina's poor, naive soul... ]

What drew you to him?

[fairysong]

[Oh yes that makes sense. I was wondering if it was a paid feature or something!] First of all, let's get this out of the way-- he's beautiful. I mean, gorgeous. The prettiest man I've ever met. No wonder he played all the women's parts when he was an actor.

[She's not shallow, but boy does that help.]

Second... he was really grumpy. Kind of a jerk at times, honestly. I know it sounds weird, but it was so refreshing to have someone treat me like they would anyone else for a change.

[She really does sound fond of it.]

[rightfully]

Despite your fame, he never stood on ceremony.

[ Lucina can certainly understand that. Her closest confidants back home had been the people who had dared be a little acerbic, a little blunt with her. On the other hand, Sheryl words it so distinctly, she has to follow up with - ]

He was never unduly cruel to you, I hope.

[ "Kind of a jerk" can account for any manner of sin. ]

[fairysong]

[That's a weird, formal way to put it, Sheryl thinks, but it's not wrong.

She nods.] Yes, that's right. I demanded he show me around his city, and he did, and it was... silly and normal, like two people our age should be doing. It was nice.

[Lucina's second comment earns a little chuckle.] And no, not at all. He was really quite a sweet person when you got to know him.

He did lose my grandmother's earring, but it wasn't really his fault.

[It exploded.]

[rightfully]

[ Earrings that explode. Well, why not. ]

From the way you speak of him, you must miss him a great deal.

[fairysong]

[It's not so much the earring that exploded, as the earring was left behind when he ejected from a fighter plane.

Which then exploded.] I suppose I do. I've only been here for a month or so, but it's pretty easy to miss a nice pair of strong arms around you at night.

[Bordering on TMI there, Sheryl. Which may or may not be intentional.]

[rightfully]

[ Lucina blinks... and, uh, looks entirely without personal context for this particular loss. Her own life hasn't exactly been rife with intimacy.

So, yes. The TMI definitely landed. Good job, Sheryl. ]

I suppose that would be, um, very lonesome.

[ Or... or something. ]

[fairysong]

[Look she comes from the future, where bisexual poly threesomes are totally cool, okay?

Sheryl does not look remotely sorry for that, by the way.] It's all right. I've gotten used to it~

How about you? Missing anyone from home yourself? Gorgeous young lady like you has to be the toast of the town, am I right?

[rightfully]

Oh, uh -

[ Some slight blushing? Yeah. Lucina colours visibly, her companionable smile turning a touch awkward at the implication. The answer to that, as Sheryl is about to find, is a resounding no. ]

Well, there were more important things to concern myself with... Soldiers have rules they must follow.

[ Not that that ever stopped a single Fire Emblem character, but for Lucina, it had been important. The world was - and is - more important than romance. ]

[fairysong]

[Well, that's interesting. Sheryl makes a note of that, whether to press harder or give Lucina a break. Getting reactions is fun, but this girl's been nothing but sweet to her.] A soldier's life, huh. Alto had that problem, too. "I'd like to make dinner tonight, but oh no, I just got the call, we need to be ready to fight."

And there I am left at home, alone and worried~ [And unsatisfied, but she'll avoid that particular TMI for the moment.]

[She'll push a little further.] But there's nobody you've even thought about? No guy you've had a crush on? [The tiniest of smirks.] Or girl? I don't judge~

[rightfully]

[ A small pause. The soup spoon clinks lightly against the edge of the bowl as she sets it down. For now, she looks significantly less flustered and significantly more - rueful, perhaps, or teetering a line between wistfulness and regrets. ]

I've known many kind, brave people in my life. There were a few I admired above all else, in - in the way you speak of.

[ For her, it's something that could have been - that circumstance denied her - that she gave up for the sake of everyone's future. Severa, with her sharpness that needed only a smile to soften it. Gerome, who had always kept his eyes right at her back, defending it. It's a lot of maybes that she's let go of.

It's fine. She's here, with a new mission. Another world to protect. That can be enough. ...Right? ]

It's been quite a while since I've seen anyone from home. Those feelings, when not given succor, fade with time.

[ Note that she hasn't addressed the possibility of crushing on anyone in Acata, though. ]

[fairysong]

[So she's at least thought about it, though Sheryl's not sure she'd really describe what she's talking about as "admiration." Still, it seems like the meaning was understood, if nothing else.

Though she does catch the little specification there, and pounces on it like a social lioness.]

That makes sense.

But if it's enough time for feelings to fade, it must be enough time for feelings to grow, right? I never specified feelings from back home~

[rightfully]

Oh, no. I -

[ A pause - as if she's distracted by her own thought. ]




No. There's no such individual.

[ Well, that was convincing. ]

[fairysong]

Uh-huh. [Look at the smile on her face. She's super convinced.] Well, if you say so, who am I to say otherwise~?

[Though the expression on her face really does say it all. She doesn't believe you for a second, Lucina.]