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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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[p_mortem]

[ Minato, on the other hand, requires somebody to fight on his behalf. He should have stepped away further, but that was his mistake and he pays for it with a sharp shooting pain in his upper arm that belatedly registers as him being cut as he tried to pull out of the way.

The surprise is enough to keep him from yelling out, and instead of retreating like any rational person would, he instead circles around the other side of the training dummy and aims a punch at its back.

With his bare fists and poor, inexperienced form... He isn't fighting on Lucina's behalf; he's fighting for his own and they can double-team this. ]

[rightfully]

[ He doesn't know that the sword is as dull as a smooth stone in the dummy's hands, but that may not make a difference - it'll still hurt if it hits him in, say, the stomach or the face. If it snagged on the fabric of his arm, who knows what damage could be done. Lucina sees it glance off that very spot and her eyes widen, half-alert, half-apologetic, but there's no time to do anything about it.

Double-teaming is fine! Lucina makes sure to keep the dummy's attention on her so he doesn't take any more blows; her next stab is more assured, shivving the jerk in the face. ]

[p_mortem]

[ He thinks he'd rather get nicked with a very sharp blade, than to be pummeled with a blunt object and have the bruise to show for it for the next month and a half. Either way! It sucks! He's not used to fighting in close combat, the rare moment that he goes in with a sword or an ax being followed up by immediately moving back and regaining his distance, but in this case, there's little choice.

Lucina stabs the thing in the face and even if the dummy can't feel pain, that can't be something easily ignored, so Minato stays behind it and makes a grab for the dummy's wrist. If he can pry the sword away, good— if he can just still the wrist long enough for Lucina to knock it out or slice through its arm, that's just as well. ]

[rightfully]

[ The dummy is - well, it's a dummy - and it isn't expecting to be double-teamed like this... especially by two reasonably unarmed individuals! (By most standards, fighting with a kitchen knife against wood can be considered synonymous with being unarmed - even in Lucina's hands.) So, Minato's gambit works even better than he expected, the wrist bending in response to his pull, fake fingers loosening around the hilt. It, uh, it doesn't seem to have noticed?

...

Largely because it is too busy answering Lucina's stab with an barehanded chop toward her throat. She deflects, but only just in time.

She would ask how Minato is doing but she doesn't want to draw their opponent's attention to his presence. ]

[p_mortem]

[ Good- Minato takes the advantage and pulls the sword free, falling back into a stance that feels much more natural to him than raised fists: sword at his side, flashing forward to slice through the dummy's neck and end the battle once and for—-

that was the plan, anyways, but it's like hitting a hitting a sack of rice with a baseball bat and he doesn't have enough force behind his swing to follow all the way through, elbow bent awkwardly and him forced to retreat a step or two so he doesn't completely twist his arm.

Lucina!! Your sword is defective. ]

[rightfully]

[ It's only partially defective!! >:(

But since he's been able to disarm the dummy properly, Lucina steps back from the fight. It's no longer important. She can walk away now, as soon as Falchion is back in her hand, and meets Minato's eyes to let him know he can do the same. ]

Let's leave off. It will not attack if we simply walk away.

[p_mortem]

[ If something is even partially defective, it's defective, okay.

Walking away from a fight that he has an upper hand in isn't something that comes easily to Minato, but he watches Lucina withdraw and he mirrors he backwards step. ]

Here's hoping it doesn't pull out of the ground... [ Sure, it won't attack, but only because that post keeps it stuck in place and unable to reach them. Good enough for him, though; he holds the sword out, hilt to her. ]

Trade you for the knife.