[ While Lucina has seen her share of festive gatherings - first, as a crown princess, expectant of tribute; and then, whisked through the Outrealms like a thread through the eye of a needle, finding the bizarre and the delightful - a casino is entirely new to her. Even more oddly, she's dressed for it, her bright blue hair clashing in spectacular fashion with the mustard tint of her dress, and the shoes downright nonsensical. At some point, she's noted Falchion's absence, and kicks herself for the belated response time (not at all blaming the misleading dream she's in). Finding her blade is top priority. Of course.
Except not everyone agrees, do they? She's a pretty young woman, richly dressed and alone, in an underground casino. It takes all of ten seconds before a man with a smart suit and a smug jawline steps in front of her. ]
You look like you will bring me good fortune. Stay by my side, tonight. Be my good luck charm.
Thank you, but I'm afraid I have pressing matters to attend to. [ like finding her lost fucking sword help ] Please, excuse me.
[ He won't be having it, but who will Firo defend - the man with the ticket who is simply trying to make a new friend, or the unfriendly looking probable gatecrasher who is willing to come to blows if her search - for weapons, might I add - is interrupted? ]
dreamscape.
Except not everyone agrees, do they? She's a pretty young woman, richly dressed and alone, in an underground casino. It takes all of ten seconds before a man with a smart suit and a smug jawline steps in front of her. ]
You look like you will bring me good fortune. Stay by my side, tonight. Be my good luck charm.
Thank you, but I'm afraid I have pressing matters to attend to. [ like finding her lost fucking sword help ] Please, excuse me.
[ He won't be having it, but who will Firo defend - the man with the ticket who is simply trying to make a new friend, or the unfriendly looking probable gatecrasher who is willing to come to blows if her search - for weapons, might I add - is interrupted? ]