Cherche

Role play blog for Cherche from Fire Emblem Awakening!!

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Not-doing-too-good sentence starters

“Whoa, are you okay?”

“You took that hit pretty hard…”

“Don’t stand up yet.”

“That definitely looks broken…”

“Walk it off.”

“How are you feeling?”

“When was the last time you slept?”

“You look like shit.”

“Have you been eating enough?”

“Here, let me help you.”

“Why are you limping?”

“You’re really pale…”

“Did you just go throw up?”

“Why aren’t you eating?”

“______? You’re bleeding…really bad.”

“That looks infected.”

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?!”

“I told you you’d get sick.”

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Wake up–you were hyperventilating, are you okay?”

“It was just a dream, you’re alright.”

“Look at me–you’re safe.”

“Take a deep breath.”

“Are you bleeding?!”

“How’d you get a bruise like that?”

“What happened?”

“Let me help you!”

“Can you hear me?”

“You hit your head pretty hard.”

“Don’t move.”

“I know it hurts, I’m sorry.”

“Breathe.”

[tiuanarui-deactivated20190611]

The first and last time I ever produce decent fredcher art again.

[isofgregor]

It’s freezing out here!

[isofgregor]

“There there, is all right,” he told her softly while putting his arm behind her back and patting her shoulders in a reassuring manner. “You are safe, is just bad dream,” Gregor reassured his friend. He comforted her while she wept and after a few moments when he was confident that she was feeling calm again, he gently let her go and sat down next to her on the ground.  As he plopped down beside her, the pair remained silent for awhile; each lost in their own thoughts.  Minerva seemed to be stirring, no doubt sensing Cherche’s unease.

“Oy, nightmares are being the worst,” he said after a moment or two, eager to break the temporary silence that had befallen them. “Gregor used to be having bad ones too,” he recalled. “Back when Gregor was little boy, bad dreams came a lot.” He leaned his head back against the wall and looked at the moon, which was just visible through one of the many cracks in the ceiling. “But, do you know what Mama is saying to Gregor when that is happen?”

In his best impression of his mother, he wagged his finger at Cherche and recited a line in his native tongue that will forever be burned into his mind. “This means dont dream your life, but must be living your dream. Best dreams are happening when are being awake,” he explained to his younger friend hoping that the wisdom was not lost in translation. “Now if you are wanting to tell Gregor of dream, Gregor will listen. But if not, then will talk of other things. Things that will take Cherche’s mind off of bad dream.”

[tacticstarfall]

Cherche nodded, wiping her tears at his reassuring words. “I really don’t want to think of it. Can you tell me more about your childhood? More stories?” She asked.

Just when Cherche was going to get comfortable, she realized that Gregor looked exhausted.

“You know what? You just go to sleep. You’re exhausted and I think your watch is over. I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

[isofgregor]

It’s freezing out here!

[isofgregor]

After a bit of persuading, Gregor was able to convince Cherche to get some sleep. His young companion curled up next to Minerva and was asleep in a matter of minutes. After doing one more check of the perimeter to make sure that all the entrances were secure, Gregor sat down and propped himself up against a wall not far from his two partners. 

Since the fire was out, Gregor didn’t have much to do with his hands. Normally in this situation, he would toss kindling into the flames, sharpen his sword, clean his equipment, anything to keep his mind busy.  But when a single beam of moonlight is all you have to help you see and you don’t want to wake up your friends, your options for entertainment are somewhat limited.

So the old mercenary decided to pass the time retelling a few stories in his own head. In his mind he regaled an imaginary audience with the tales of bravery and heroism that he was raised on as a child. Tales of daring adventure, of knights and heroes, of dragons and wizards, and of princesses and maidens fair. Some of the stories he remembered verbatim, and would tell them the same way his father presented them to him and his brother as children. Others he had to take a few creative liberties with.

Gregor wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but he felt his eyes getting heavy. He figured he should probably wake Cherche up soon so that they had at least one person keeping watch, but seeing her fast asleep kept changing his mind. 5 more minutes became 10, then 15, then 30, then a whole hour. After awhile the old mercenary couldn’t fight it for long. He leaned his head forward ever so slightly, and against his own will, nodded off slightly.

But soon, he awoke with a start! A scream! From Cherche? Gods, where they under attack? He immediately sprung to his feet and drew his sword. He cursed in his native tongue and tried to spot their attacker as adrenaline rushed through his veins. But after a few intense seconds, the sellsword soon realized that there was no danger. He sheathed his sword and wiped the sweat from his brow. But he could still hear Cherche. She was breathing heavy and had a look of dread on her face.

“Cherche, Cherche! What is wrong?” He asked his friend, “Everything is safe, no danger! Tell Gregor what is being wrong.” 

[cherryhairedcherche]

Cherche had been alone in her dream. It was dark, but a light in the distance was her destination. When she finally came upon it, it was a village. Burning. Angry. She had been the 'rider of the winged devil' who killed everyone. Minerva? No. She would never!!

Then she ran from them. They hunted her and Minerva. She had been powerless and watched Minerva fall. In battle, all her allies fell and she was the last one to be killed. Once she realized she was awake and it was a nightmare, relief flooded over her. Her eyes focused on the male.

"Gregor..." she breathed out. "You're alive!" She engulfed him into a hug. It was uncharacteristic for her to have nightmares, hug people, or cry, but here she was doing all three.

She clung to him tightly and sobbed into his front.

"I'm a grown woman... and I'm crying over a silly nightmare..." she mused bitterly. She was still crying.

[isofgregor]

It’s freezing out here!

[isofgregor]

Gregor just caught a glimpse of Cherche’s fingers losing their grip on the cup before heard the small thing bounce. Much to his surprise, there had been enough liquid left in it to douse the already dying flames of the fire. Cherche apologized immediately and suggested that the two of them start eating. Gregor nodded in agreement.  The two ate mostly in silence, quietly gnawing on the meager rations that they were given.  That is, until a thought occurred to Gregor that he felt the need to share.

“You know, if Gregor was younger man, would have given up on job long time ago,” he shared with his red haired friend. “Job like this would cost many gold for mercenary to do. But Gregor is not like this anymore. Gregor is doing for greater good,” he added with a bit of personal pride. “Am glad to see that Cherche is doing this too.” 

The sound of wolves howling outside completely derailed the mercenary’s train of thought. “The hour of the wolf is upon us. Come, Cherche must be sleeping now. Gregor will take first watch while Cherche rests.”

[cherryhairedcherche]

Afted she ate she looked at him. "Are you sure?" She asked before curling up to Minerva. "Wake me up if you get tired. Minerva could always take watch as well if you want," she spoke. Then she began her attempt to sleep.

She fell asleep after a while, but her sleep wasn't good quality. She kept waking up and tossing and turning before she woke up from a nightmare, screaming.

Immediately Minerva was awake and looking around. Cherche barely had nightmares.

[isofgregor]

It’s freezing out here!

[isofgregor]

“When Gregor was younger man, would say many different things,” he said while taking a sip of his tea. “Women, wine, weapons, all things that mercenary like Gregor could be possibly hoping for. But now? Gregor is wanting something different,” he said while carefully rubbing his thumb and forefinger over the wolf pendant that Olivia gave him.

“Like Cherche, Gregor is too wanting home,” he told his younger friend. “Gregor has been sellsword for many years now. Has traveled world, killed many badguy, even help slay evil dragon! Not that there is anything wrong with dragon,” he added as an afterthought to Minerva, just in case she may take offense to the comment. “But Gregor is thinking that time may be coming to be making with the settling down. Get wife, have kid, and maybe complain of young people things,” he added with a laugh.

“Ah but this is plan for later yes?” he assured both himself and Cherche after a moment or two of daydreaming. “Gregor may be older than most of shepherds, but is not old grandpappy that is needing cane to walk around. Gregor can still be making with the fighting!” He added with a confident smile.  

[cherryhairedcherche]

She chuckled. "A family would be nice, but Minerva scares off anyone who could be a possibility for me. She's usually right but-- oh!" She had dropped her cup, spilling it onto the little fire they had left and putting it out.

"I'm so sorry!" She said. "The fires ruined. There's no way we're getting that back. I guess we can eat the food since it's fully cooked..." Cherche shivered and pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders.

[cherryhairedcherche]

She sighed a long and reluctant sigh. Gaius was beneficial to her, yes, but the nicknames he called Minerva! She could handle the ones for her, but the ones for her wyvern friend? They didn't please the girl in the slightest bit.

"Stop calling her a lizard. She's a wyvern!" Cherche let her annoyance get in the way, but she slowly calmed down as to not cause more trouble to them. "Okay. I think I may have heard a few Risen. Something of the like. I just want to be wary, it's starting to get foggy."

It made the scene look like that of a nightmare, and even scarier with the potential enemy. To add, usually Cherche was above fog... And in clouds Minerva could see. She wasn't used to this type of fighting weather.

"Gaius," she said as she came to a halt. "I can't see very well in this. I trust you have better vision in this type of weather. I heard the noises from--"

She stopped short when her limited gaze fell on a risen.

"Right there."

[cherryhairedcherche]

Cherche was still looking around, for anywhere other than where they were. But really, it's not like she could choose the terrain they were lost in. She slowly took a seat on a nearby log, Minerva nearby.

But when she heard the noises she had to go. She promised to protect him... She couldn't just stand around. But why hadn't she told him? To keep him safe perhaps, or just because she felt it was dangerous.

When Gaius called out, she stopped and turned around to face him, looking a big guilty.

"I know, I know. Gaius, please, I heard some noises. I'm armed and I promised to protect you, okay? You can come along in case there's lots of trouble but... I don't want you hurt. Nor do I want Minerva hurt. And I know I promised. And I intend to keep my promises. But I'm sure it's nothing."

[cherryhairedcherche]

"I'm not too fond of your sweets so don't worry," Cherche commented looking around. It had become darker from the rain and she could barely see his face.

Despite the noise from the storm, the girl heard something unnatural.

"Gaius, wait here with Minerva. I'm going to go scope something out. I'll leave you with my hammer."

Cherche grabbed her hammer and took off.

[tantivy-blog1]

[ here it is, here is the starter call!!!! ]

[tantivy-blog1]

❛          why should the world be over-wise,          in counting all our tears and sighs?          NAY, let them only see us, while

                               we wear the mask.      

                                                                           ❜  

[cherryhairedcherche]

"Well, there is one, I just don't know it from the ground. If the weather were better and Minerva could fly, I could tell you exactly where to go. However we are at a disadvantage now." Cherche sighed. She felt bad for what she caused, now being stuck in the awful weather.

"I have my axe and my hammer, of course," she replied, making sure they were still at her side. She sat down on a fallen log, Minerva sitting near by. "I'm sorry we are stuck here."7

Unlike Gaius, the girl had no cover from the rain, save for Minerva, who didn't take to the weather kindly.

"While this is a nice space, Minervykins doesn't fit so well. I think we should look for another place, this time with no water leaking in whatsoever."

The female wrung out her hair, which was soaking wet. Her clothes were wet too, and even any bit of wind caused her to shudder in the cold.

[cherryhairedcherche]

For @sugarybandit Lighting cracked across the dark, cloud ridden sky. Thunder cracked and shook the ground below. Rain pelted down. Strong winds blew and bent trees. During this, the shepherds were having a battle against some pesky risen. Robin had instructed Cherche and Gaius to pair up. Then, clouds were just starting to cover up the sun's rays, the wind being a familiar breeze. Cherche had flew Minerva pretty far from the group, taking care of any reinforcements. The battlefield was now eerily dead in their area save for the storm, and Minerva had to touch down. The weather was not in Minerva's favor. As Cherche dismounted, she alerted Gaius to their situation. Lost in the middle of a storm. "Gaius, I'm afraid we have to find somewhere to hide out. It's not save for Minerva and I have not a clue where we..." Her words were cut short by lighting striking nearby, which pulled a strained cry from a startled Minerva. "...are."

[mss-mahogany]

Reblog if your muse would risk their life to save a loved one

[roaming-ranger-deactivated20180]

“Just looking around i guess.” He told her. “I travel a lot, follow things that look interesting. And you two certainly fit that.” He smiles. “I’m Venix.”

[cherryhairedcherche]

Cherche didn’t know whether to be insulted or flattered by his comment. “Ah, Venix,” she repeated with a nod. “I’m Cherche. As aforementioned, this is Minerva.”

[roaming-ranger-deactivated20180]

Venix meant it as a compliment, but he wasn’t always good with words. “Good to meet both of you then.” he told her. “What brings you out this way if I can ask.”

[cherryhairedcherche]

"I was flying Minerva and she required a break so we landed here. Which reminds me, is it dangerous here?"

[isofgregor]

It’s freezing out here!

[cherryhairedcherche]

Cherche was clumsily preparing food and chuckled at his joke about the bear meat. “We don’t have bear meat in our rations, so we are either extremely lucky or unlucky. She was starting on the tea when she felt something land near her. She picked them up: an old pair of worn gloves. They were warm, having just been worn by Gregor. “I couldn’t possibly–”

But he was right, she did loan him he’d scarf and he’d fingers were pretty bad. So she did the next best thing: smiled and thanked him.

Cherche smiled and listened as he poured out his feelings for his homeland. “It does sound like a very nice place, I hope I can visit sometime. And as for Rosanne, it’s a very pretty place. Many elegant buildings, beautiful gardens, breathtaking sights… Even the people are wonderful. The food is good too, I think you’d quite enjoy it. Speaking of, here’s some tea.”

She carefully held out her hands to him, cradling a small wood cup filled with warm tea. It wasn’t boiling hot, it was toasty enough to keep you warm but cool enough to drink right away. “I hope it tastes okay.”

[isofgregor]

As soon as Gregor took the tea from Cherche, his hands instantly felt a bit warmer. Without giving it a second thought he raised the cup to his lips and took a small swig. The tea tasted lukewarm and a little bitter, but it was the warmest thing coming into his system right now. He was greatly appreciative. 

“Thank you, is very good,” he told her after taking a second sip. “Although Maribelle would probably say that is for dogs,” he joked while adding a chuckle. “Ah but Gregor is loving this. Is very warm,” he said while pulling the cup closer to his chest, hoping to absorb some of the heat. “Is reminding Gregor of favorite tea from home. We call this caravan tea,” he explained, hoping that he got the translation right.

“You know, Gregor has heard that in certain parts of Plegia, they are having drink called coffee. Is black drink that come from ground up black beans. Very hot…and very bitter,” he added while sticking his tongue out. “Gregor has tried once. Taste like mud. But drink is considered fancy. If you are fancy pants rich man, then you drink this to show off how much gold you are having.” He made a slight groan. “Gregor will never understand rich people.” It was at this point that a thought had occurred to the mercenary. 

“If Cherche is having giant pile of money, what would she spend it on, Gregor is wondering,” he asked aloud.

[cherryhairedcherche]

Cherche took a sip of her tea and grimaced. It didn't taste that good. "I'm sorry Gregor, it tastes horrid. Better than nothing I suppose. Do you need me to heat it up more?" She asked, placing the water back over the fire and poking at the food cooking. When he asked the next question, she was surprised.

"A giant pile of money..." Cherche wondered as she sipped at her tea. "A house for me and Minerva to live in so she doesn't have to stay outside. Maybe appease to a mate for Minerva. I would probably have money left over... Which I'd save." She nodded when she finished, and she finished her tea as well. "And you?"