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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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[bleps]

[Timelines are for squares anyway. They’ve just rewound the flowchart a little.]

Not at all. Here. Let me show you — it wasn’t very difficult at all.

[Which is a strange thing to say, isn’t it? It’s not like Connor is reaching into his pocket to hand her the watch, but rather he turns and moves to a small, walk-in pantry connected to the kitchen.

Within, there’s a large bag of rice. Connor bends down, and casually sticks his... hand in it. A bit of rustling and he plucks out Lucina’s watch with the soft rustling noise of shifting, well, rice.

Turning to face her, watch held out:]

Here you are.

[HIGH TECH SOLUTIONS FROM A HIGH TECH ANDROID]

[rightfully]

[ Well, then. ]

...

[ She takes the watch from him, gingerly slipping it back into place on her wrist and fixing the buckle. It is just as cumbersome as she remembers it being and the urge to take it back off itches at her tremendously for a few seconds. Perhaps if she wore any jewelry ever (other than the diadem) she might be better equipped for this. ]

I don't quite understand.

[ those are pretty much her buzzwords around you though connor ]

You used rice to correct the damage?

[bleps]

[He nods, closing the pantry door behind him as he steps out.]

You watch was waterlogged, wasn't it? Turn it on, and see if it works.

[And regardless of if she does or doesn't, Connor continues.]

Rice absorbs moisture with startling efficiency. Even from the interior of electronics that might otherwise be considered a lost cause. I left it in there for a day or two; a simple enough of a solution. Your watch is dry, now. Completely. It's functional again -- or it was the last I checked.

[rightfully]

[ Connor, do you seriously think she knows how to turn her watch on? Quite absently, she half-listens to what he says while just... prodding with fierce determination at every little switch and cranny of the stupid thing.

She isn't even looking at him.

This rudeness! ]

[bleps]

[Connor assumed that in the interim between her arrival and... now, she might've been able to figure out how to at least turn her watch on and off.

Assumptions sure are fallacy around this place.]

...Ah, here, let me see.

[He gestures at her wrist and, if she allows it, he'll gently reach over and turn it on for her. Purposefully slow, so that she has time to observe and learn.]

[rightfully]

[ At this point, she's accepted it is easier to simply give her hand and not concern herself too much with an ineptitude that dissolves grain by grain rather than at any reasonable pace. At least the music playing app doesn't randomly start shouting song lyrics at her anymore. In fact, it's seemed to have disappeared altogether.

Lucina holds her wrist out, patiently letting him fiddle as he will, watching intently. ]

I have successfully gotten it to light up - ah, turn on - once before.

[ Victory??? ]

[bleps]

That’s great, Lucina.

[From anyone else, that would’ve sounded patronizing. But Connor means it, ready to applaud any progress she makes, quite sincere in his praise. What might be easy for him may not necessarily be for her — he won’t be so quick to assume otherwise.]

It’s this one, specifically, to turn it on. [He shows her, tapping at the watch to indicate where he means.] The same to turn it off, though I wouldn’t recommend doing so if you wish to keep in touch with all of us.

[rightfully]

[ His praise doesn't feel patronizing at all! On the contrary, she feels quite gratified and her expression brightens considerably. That isn't to say she's any less attentive, because that time she turned it on was likely just a happy accident, and she mirrors his indicated gestures. Tap tap! ]

I understand it must be kept on.

[ She peers down it at for another moment... It lights up! By that we mean, it's on. She successfully turned on her watch. She is ready for the big time. ]

I only wish it weren't so fragile. A device that ceases to function in water can't be very practical.

[ In short, never give her an iPhone. ]

[bleps]

Electronics are difficult like that. You would think that Astoria's magic would at least provide more ample protection against everyday accidents.

[But apparently not.

However, Connor's glad to see her getting a hang of the watch. Turning it on and off is a big step; the only step, really. As long as it's on, features can be figured out through trial and error -- and that's only if she doesn't bother asking for help.

He is curious about something, though.]

How did it fall into the water to start with?

[rightfully]

[ Wincing, Lucina answers honestly - ]

It was my own fault. I was wearing it when cleaning dishes.

[ It's clear she's embarrassed... But not enough to skirt the truth. That would be quite ignoble! ]

I didn't realise it would take damage from my doing so.

[bleps]

I see.

[It's obvious she's embarrassed, but Connor thinks it's a mistake anyone could've made.]

I'm sorry, I should've told you the limits of your watch when we had first met. Expecting you to be aware when you have no frame of reference was thoughtless of me.

[rightfully]

Well, it's hardly your fault! There's only so much control you have over someone else's actions.

[ Despite the bluntness of her words, her tone is goodnatured, with a smile to carry them through-out. ]

This lesson may have been hard learned - but I certainly won't forget it.