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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: )
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 (
...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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[Kou shrugs a little as well, and settles back against the bench.]
So...? Will you tell me more about this brand deal?
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Yes. Hopefully it will not be too difficult to follow. I'm unused to explaining it to, well, anyone.
[ As topics about her life go, it's a fairly innocent one. She can explain it without having to go into detail about a single death! That's, like, a rare and bloodless chapter in her life. ]
Our Brand, as we call it, refers to the symbol of Naga. [ Or Grima, she thinks, and doesn't say. ] For my family, it's indelibly fixed on the skin from birth. My eye is rather unique, admittedly. My father's is on his upper arm, and - his sister's on her forehead.
[ Lady Lissa's had never surfaced, she knows, but Owain's had. That's an unnecessary complication to throw into the conversation, though, and she sidesteps it as neatly as possible. ]
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But even so...]
Who's Naga...? [Or is it "what"?]
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[ There's a faint note in her voice, not unlike faraway awe - a quiet respect. When she needs strength, there's one place her prayers go to, regardless of what Naga is or isn't... ]
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[He supposes it makes sense. Gods, Divine Dragons...]
So... you're not just a common, everyday soldier, yeah?
[HIS RPGS TELL HIM SO. Nobody who's got a divine blessing is just a typical regular foot soldier.]
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brief
pause -
On someone else, it may seem a bit squirrelly? Huh. ]
No, I... I am.
[ She is! It wasn't like she had any special role among the Shepherds, and before - after, technically - that - she only led by necessity. None else left alive to do so. ]
Nothing I told you before is untrue, Kou. In my heart, I am a soldier. No more, no less.
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[He seems to have hit some sort of...sore spot?]
I'm not going to try to pry it out of you or anything. Just an observation, I'll leave it alone now.
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You've said nothing wrong.
... [ Mrrr. FINE.
She relents a tiny bit more. ]
My father held the title of Exalt, as did his sister before him, and their father before them. Elsewhere, my father would have been titled a king.
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Like.
For the record.]
Huh, seriously?
[He doesn't sound... too surprised though. He's pretty genre-savvy to this sort of thing.]
Gotcha... well. It's not a big deal, you know? I mean, if you don't want it to be. Soldier, or Exalt-to-be, or whatever, you're still Lucina to me. That's all you have to be in a place like this.
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Thank you, Kou. Myself is all I want to be.
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[He shrugs, nodding peacefully. She has a nice smile, so it's a much better look on her.]
Don't take it the wrong way, but rank and stuff like that doesn't mean much when we're here, so. Nothing to worry about as far as I'm concerned.
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And what of you, Kou? You've not said much about your world.
[ Oh. Oh! A bit excitedly, she babbles on - ]
Does your home have cars? Or - chocobos?
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[Not in anything but video games, anyway.]
Obviously it's pretty ordinary to me, but...
[He shrugs.]
No magic, no monsters, nothing like that. It's pretty peaceful. [Sans the world destroying nonsense they had to deal with.]
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It sounds lovely.
[ Something occuring to her, she adds - ]
Prior, you said that your world had been... changed somehow? [ And that it was no longer home, or - or something to that effect. ]
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[Kou's quiet for a moment, brow furrowing, before--]
I guess I should say my world didn't have any common magic or anything. Because there are these creatures... and if people make wishes, they can change reality, a little or a lot, depending on how powerful they are.
[... An awkward shrug.]
That happened back home for awhile--none of us knew we were living a lie until...really recently.
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[ And now he's here. Another change. How often can a single person endure the rug being pulled out from under them before they stop seeing the point in standing back up afterward? ]
Would you like to talk about what happened? I don't mind listening, if you wish to unburden yourself.
[ How dare she try to out-protag him! ]
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[Kou just shrugs a little, offering a rueful smile.]
I mean--I'm still kind of sorting it out in my head, if that makes sense, so... I don't think I'm ready to talk about it much yet. But...thanks. Really--I appreciate it.
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[ That's, uh, that's slightly hypocritical coming from Lucina, but whatever. ]
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... Yeah. I know. I appreciate it, honest.
You're a good friend, Lucina.