quixotic heroism

"Back, evildoer!" closed percy rp blog affiliated with ferp

[bestpicklepals-blog]

He felt himself allow a small smile once he noticed the other’s more relaxed attitude. It would’ve made him feel almost guilty for accidentally seeing it.

“I promise– and I’m not one to go breaking my promises. I’m very honoured you’re trusting me with this then if it means so much…it’s…very nice being able to see your face.”

That felt as awkward as it sounded.

“…Mhmm, I do. I enjoy looking at the night sky, it’s very calming and…a sight many people take for granted, I find. But, if you’re looking for a snack I’m sorry if I’m distracting you…but you’re more than welcomed to stay with me and continue to watch the stars…together.”

[fortunaisms-blog]

"You better keep it! I'm countin' on you, bud!"

Despite his intense answer, Percy laughed, the ring of his voice more carefree than anything. Certainly, he did feel a bit anxious knowing his efforts to keep his secret to only his family had gone to waste and because of such a careless mistake, but there was something relaxing about knowing he could ease up on it as well. This presented an opportunity to not have to worry.

It was certainly... refreshing.

His expression fell to a more neutral state as he listened to Hisame's answer, and Percy's face broke out into a soft smile after a few minutes as he shook his head.

"No, you're not distracting me at all! ...Okay, maybe I am getting sidetracked, but I did stop myself to look at the sky! I can't blame you for something I did, can I?"

He hoped at the very least it would dismiss any concern Hisame had for taking up his time. Besides...

"I'd love to! If you'll have me."

He closed the distance a little bit between the two so that he may stand beside the samurai, though his eyes did quickly move to the sky again as he marveled at it. He let out a quiet, clean whistle.

"I'm sure we'll see a bunch of shooting stars tonight! I hope you've got a wish ready! Blink, and you’ll miss your chance."

[fortunaisms-blog]

HELLO... it’s been 500 years but i’m starting to kick out replies rn so if you wanted to drop a thread or something please tell me!! i know it’s been a while so i’m hitting the ones i’m p sure i’m continuing first

this also applies to my stahl and hayato blog!! apologies for not going in order but it’s been so long i’m unsure and i’d feel awkward replying to something someone would prefer me to not continue,

[hero-of-nohr]

That “us” thing was concerning.

“Um… I hate to burst your heroic bubble, Percy, but the pub doesn’t allow wyverns inside. No shirt, no shoes, no dragons, that kinda thing. I’m afraid we’ll have to leave Ace behind, or at least outside. Do you still want to go?”

[fortunaisms-blog]

Aaaand there was the rain on his little parade.

Of course, he could not be too surprised. After all, Ace was the reason he had suffered so much isolation in his Deeprealm considering most folks wouldn't want to go twenty feet near him out of fear, and he knew himself how ferocious his best friend could be towards people that weren't him. So much as one touch and you might as well be toast. At the same time, there was a reason he stuck with the wyvern so much, and this was meant to be a day that all three of them could try and bond.

"You're not saying this to ditch Ace, are you?"

The serious look on his face didn't last very long, for he didn't want to cause any unneeded negative energy, and he awkwardly tried to laugh his way out of his interrogation. 

"Alright, yeah, I want to go, but we can't stay too long then. Ace'll start getting jealous if we leave him alone for too long, and I don't want to tell him to turn around when he's right here."

[vorpalvictory-deactivated201701]

☔

“Quickly - get inside.”

Beruka doesn’t have the foggiest clue who this individual is or why he might have been out in the rain, but in any case, she ushers him inside and slams the door hard enough for it to rattle.

“There is no killer more rare and more lethal than a thunderbolt. If there is even a one percent chance that you could be struck by lightning, you must take it as an absolute certainty.”

[fortunaisms-blog]

Rain. It was pretty rare that the male would get swept away in it for once and actually have to feel the consequence. He couldn’t even recall the last time he had felt more than a sprinkle, and now his clothes felt uncomfortably heavy. His typical upbeat smile was gone as he felt more annoyed than anything, and he felt himself at least lucky that someone had offered him shelter.

"Thank you kindly, Miss!”

He greeted her politely, this being the first time the two had officially talked. He couldn’t ever recall even hearing this woman’s voice prior, though he was starting to get an idea of her character with how she acted after he followed her directions. He listened with mild curiosity, and he rose an eyebrow.

“Do you get struck by lightning a lot? I’ve seen it a gazillion times and it’s never hit me once!”

[sonofanohrian-blog]

Dwyer hadn’t really mused about the subject; Nohr had survived for so long for a reason, after all. He lazily gazed at the stalls, now wondering if there’s anything worth purchasing. It had been difficult to concentrate; the boy’s eyes were heavy. At this point, he didn’t care if he fell asleep slumped on his horse.

Percy’s lower tone kept him awake, catching his attention. Desperately attempting to rub the sleep from his eyes, he faced the younger boy. He felt even more sluggish than usual. All he did was give Percy an indifferent sort of look.

The sudden energy from the Rider jerked him awake; even his steed let out a short, surprised whinny. Dwyer massaged his temples; what was he going to do with him?

“Percy, it’s near midnight. I doubt Lord Corrin would appreciate us blundering in the Mess Hall at this hour.” He paused. He had to reassure the boy in some way, or he’ll never let him go. With a deep sigh, he sounded more gruff than he intended,

“We can work on it in the morning…” 

He knew he’ll regret saying that.

[fortunaisms-blog]

Hearing a reminder of the time, Percy had completely forgotten that the two were supposed to be getting some sleep. As mean as it was to think, the wyvern rider felt like Jakob's son being sluggish the next day probably would not be too out of the ordinary, but he still felt a little bad if he was going to be at fault for possibly ruining the other's tomorrow.

Besides, he himself would wake up bright and early in the morning, and if he wanted to seriously train, he couldn't be pulling an all-nighter as much as he wanted to for the sake of others. What if they needed him? What if he was given no work tomorrow because people were worried over him? He couldn't do anything but despair at the horror of that possibility.

❝ ...Fine, ❞ he caved in, though there was a bit of a whine to his voice. He crossed his arms and pouted, his discontent as clear as if he had worn it on his sleeve. ❝ Corrin wouldn't have to know though, you know! ❞

There was a certain thrill to the idea of doing something good even if— no, especially if there was a risk involved, but he had pulled Dwyer along enough. He repositioned his arms so his hands would rest on his hips confidently, and his lips curled up into a grin, even if it was a bit forced. He was beginning to feel the night time spell of exhaustion cast itself over him too, making him feel a bit weary even in the bustling underbelly of the city.

❝ Is it a promise? See you in the mess hall right after breakfast, no buts about it? ❞

[bestpicklepals-blog]

Whether it was for night duty or simple for pleasure, Hisame adored sitting outside, especially during starry nights where the sky was clear and visible. How on Earth could anyone resist such a beautiful sight when it was so close to their reach? He smiled to himself and fell deep into his own thoughts until the sound of a voice suddenly pulled him out of his trance.

“Hmm? Ah, yes it is, Percy. Have you also come to look at the stars tonight? It’s a beautiful night– perfect for stargazing.”

As he turned his head and looked up to face the young vigilante, Hisame noticed something…off. It was hard to make out at first due to the how dark it was despite the illumination coming from the stars and the moon, but after a couple of moments it hit him. Percy’s reaction only solidified it further. 

“…Well, I would tell you that I didn’t, but I’d rather not lie to you”

Okay.

“I’m sorry…but it’s fine– I won’t tell anyone I saw it, I promise.”

He placed a finger up to his lip, as if to single that his lips were sealed, and smiled. 

“You don’t have to hide your face if you want to relax– I’m not sure why you’re so bothered, but if you are I can keep looking away…but I don’t want to make you hold up your hands like this for this long– assuming you’ve come to join me.”

[fortunaisms-blog]

At least he was honest, he supposed.

Percy let out a sigh, dropping his arms to his sides. If he already saw his face, then there was really nothing more to lose by not hiding it around him. He had to admit that it probably would have been inconvenient to try and keep his hands up like that.

"You don't have to look away! Just keep your promise, and it'll all be hunky-dory! It's just... a hero's biggest secret is their identity, you know? And I've been wearing a mask for as long as I remember. Not just anybody gets to see it! Only Pop!"

He put on a smile again, and he allowed himself to become comfortable again. He gave a big nod, recalling Hisame's reply to his musings about the night sky that night.

"Well, I was going to try and get something to snack on so I could fall asleep easier, but the stars were so gosh darn pretty I couldn't help stopping to stare, heehee!"

His own eyes glittered as he looked back to up above. After a pause, he turned to the samurai and asked:

"Say, Hisame, do you stargaze a lot?"

[fortunaisms-blog]

i know i haven’t stated this publicly, but i’m not going to be very free on my ferp accounts since... well... this week i haven’t been very free at all due to a global competition i’m a part of! apologies, but any replies and starters will have to be taken care of when i’m back!

[fortunaisms-blog]

future son...

crises

[sonofanohrian-blog]

From the chatter, Dwyer couldn’t hear the hoof steps of his horse anymore. It went at a steady pace; Percy had been keeping up considerably. With the Wyvern at their tail, the Troubadour scanned the place; eyes quickly darting from one stall to the next. He then gazed back at the Rider, who had this glint in his eyes; he certainly was excited.

A small smile spread on his face. In a way, it was nice seeing Percy acting like his old self. The tension on their way there wasn’t exactly pleasant. Then again, Percy’s thirst for adventure and exploration quickly grew exhausting. His smile had fallen. He followed the boy’s gestures, but gave up around the halfway point. He was begging for release at this point. While the underground village was nice and all, it was late, and Dwyer wasn’t a night owl.

He then turned his attention to the few food stalls that stood with little selection. This came off as worrisome; there didn’t seem to be enough food to support an entire society.

“You’re right; Nohr doesn’t produce as much food as Hoshido, it seems.”

From the looks of things, he was surprised his father survived for so long.

[fortunaisms-blog]

The thought hadn't come to his mind to compare Hoshido and Nohr, but now that Dwyer had mentioned it, Percy couldn't help but dwell a little bit on the topic. The blond narrowed his eyes, staring at the small amount of food he could spot and keeping his gaze glued upon it, as his mind thought about the severe injustice that was happening to the Nohrian commonfolk.

"Dwyer," he started, his tone low and serious. "We can't let this go on!!"

Now that he had started, the energy came back into his voice and he was up at it, his words coming out in a blazing fury, the speed itself rapid and the wyvern rider's conviction clear through his delivery's power.

"We gotta find some way to pool food over here instead right?! Or... or... Oh! We could make a bunch of stuff and give it!"

He was already thinking about it, uncertain what the best course of action would be. He couldn't say he ever had been a genius at finding food, much less in creating a surplus of it, but he knew in the bottom of his heart that if he walked away and did absolutely nothing with the very real possibility of starvation hanging above these people's heads, he wouldn't catch any sleep in the near future.

[pullmydevilbringer-blog]

“Goodness I don’t even want to think about that. I wouldn’t be surprised if they did try to push it all off on Siegbert. And my poor cousin is too much of a sweetheart to resist. I will take on my fair share of responsibilities when the time comes.” There was no way he was going to make Siegbert rule by himself.

Forrest looked up from his fiddling with a scrap of fabric, worrying the fraying edges. He bent forward to look at the holes and tears, gently examining them with a finger. “These…a mix of simply sewing the tears together and patches would work. I believe I have fabric that will match the color, too. I can make it look almost brand new. But this is a learning experience for you so I’ll show you how to make them almost indiscernible.”

[fortunaisms-blog]

"Good, but feel free to push some stuff onto other people, alright? The country can't depend on just you two working yourselves to death!"

He considered asking more specifically to ask him for help maybe one day in the future, but he felt it wasn't his place to intervene after all. When it came to the time Siegbert would be the one to rule, Percy doubted he'd be allowed anywhere near royalty in terms of helping out unless he were to become a retainer himself. As wondrous as following his dad's footsteps sounded, he didn't know if that'd be his route at all.

The wyvern rider nodded as Forrest gave his analysis and verdict on his cape. "Oh man! You're magical!" His respect for the troubadour grew by the fact that the other seemed so prepared in this field.

"O-Of course..!!" He briefly forgot he had come here to be taught how to sew and mend, but now that he was reminded, his conviction returned and strongly. "I'm ready whenever you are, Teach..!!"

[lovelylancer-blog]

“Hm? I know plenty of heroic people who dress very sensibly. Fashionably, in fact! If anything, that makes them look more reliable than a mask would, since evildoers usually wear masks, right?”

She does look thoughtful at his words about typical Nohrian fashions, though. Usually Nohrians were so hard-headed and annoying they would never acknowledge that their terrible edgy armor was, well, terrible. And those wyvern rider hats with the puffballs on them? Not to mention the fact that half the outfits were pointlessly revealing– it was all, Oboro thought, just another reason why Nohr was the worst ever. But maybe this kid understood her suffering?

“Oh, well, perhaps you’re right in that regard. Usual Nohrian ensembles are awfully ugly. At least you’ve got color in your outfit, even if the choices in cuts and pieces are terrible, so you’re off to a better start than most~!”

She titters behind her hand before looking unimpressed again at the boy’s description of his mask. Gosh, how foolish! It was like he actually enjoyed those terrible accessories the store was always trying to pawn off.

“A sign of chivalry? I think there’s more important things! You know, being brave, not hiding behind a piece of fabric… standing up straight, dressing well, nobly helping others. That sort of thing! To be honest, the mask just makes you look like a child… which I guess you are.”

When Percy finally gives an indication of wanting to change up his style, it’s like Oboro had been waiting for this moment all along. In fact, she probably had. She prided herself on being able to pester people into dressing more fashionably, after all. Now looking very eager, she smiles and gestures at the more traditional Hoshidan clothing throughout the store.

“Things like this, of course~! Kimonos and hakama and stuff like that. You stick out like a sore thumb in that outfit, to be honest. Buuuuut, since I’ve got nothing planned for today… I’d be happy to help you pick something new to wear, kid!”

[fortunaisms-blog]

There was something that struck him more to his core than any of the woman's previous complaints about his attire, and it was the seemingly throw-away comment of the fact that his mask made him look more like a villain than the sidekick he was striving to appear as.

He mulled over that point, and he had to wonder if he truly was looking at this whole thing the wrong way? If his father had been in a closer vicinity, he might have asked for his counsel, but for now all he had was his own judgement and the remarks of a woman he saw but had never actually spoken with until just today.

"Hey! I'm not a child! I'm just... small-boned."

He pouted, not at all helping his counter. He really did wish he had spent more time in the deeprealms whenever this kind of topic popped up. Sure, he was glad he had left, but he felt like waiting for a growth spurt even if it was seeming to be late so that he could blend in better amongst his Nohrian peers would have been to his favor. Not to mention his height and facial features made it difficult for him to be taken seriously.

Still, the woman did have a point. He needed to work more on the other stuff too, though standing up straight and dressing well seemed less important to him. He couldn't imagine being very useful in combat if he was always concerned with his posture or looking nice. Perhaps that was a thing restricted to more formal gatherings off the Whitefield? Not that he assumed he'd be attending any of those much.

Percy followed Oboro's gesturing, caught off-guard a little by her attitude change. She said words he couldn't say he had ever heard of before but he assumed meant just foreign articles of clothing. He looked around the place, and then he tried to recall how much he had to spend personally before giving a nod.

"Alright! If you'll really help me, then I'll... uh... follow! Yeah!"

He took another glance around the shop, his enthusiasm dropping a bit as bemusement took its place.

"Just... I've never seen any of this sort of stuff before. And isn't it kinda... hard to move around in? It sure looks it!"

[oficetribes-deactivated20170330]

     “I hope they do too.”

     A relaxed tone. She was pleased by what she and the boy had produced during the time they had shared together, even though it was just a simple house dish. Oh well, all is well that ends well she guesses. Looking at the clock, she realizes that there was still a few minutes before dinner is served. This gives her the chance to talk with her assistant for a bit more. What was there to talk about though? Something that wouldn’t steer into some a sad situation.

     But first, congratulations are in order. It’s always good to make someone feel like they are a bit useful after every job “Your assistance is very well appreciated. You did a really good job despite being a bit unfamiliar to the practice.” Her smile came clear. She was proud. “Feel free to come by to assist me once again, but please have a break for now.” She turned to the pot. “I have to get this to the mess hall along with some bowls so that i’m able to start serving dinner.”

[fortunaisms-blog]

"They've gotta!"

His reply, despite the fact that he had been the first to vocalize any sort of wish for the army to enjoy this meal, was reassuring in its gusto. He had not hesitated when he had said it, for he truly believed that if Flora wished it, then it was best that it did actually happen. He viewed the maid to be the main contributor to the dish, its whole maker, and hearing her repeat his own statement strengthened his own hope.

"Gosh, I feel all buttered up now!" he grinned sheepishly. He didn't think there was any ulterior motive the other had for her kind words, but he nevertheless felt extremely flattered and proud of himself. Perhaps he should try new things like this more often? "You got it, Ma'am! You deserve a nice pat on the back and a break after all this too."

He started to head out with a hum, though he looked back one time to watch the maid resume his work. He stared a few moments, thankful for the little run-in before resuming his leave, hoping everything ran smoothly for the other.

[nohrfidelis]

Swift and Swifter Justice || Silas and Percy

[nohrfidelis]

The (rather poorly hidden) laughter that suddenly bubbled up from Percy took Silas off guard, and he blinked at him, surprised and curious. What had happened between the crime and the opening of the bag that made him so absolutely amused? Then a thought occurred to him: had Percy ever seen rice? 

“Have you ever seen it?” Silas asked, curious. “It’s a primarily Hoshidan food; they boil it to eat it, which makes it bigger and softer. Nothing like the grains you see there.” He cast a sheepish smile, having realized mid-sentence that if Percy had seen rice before… well, he would just have to deal with looking like an idiot. 

“Hmm…” In response to Percy’s not-quite-solid reply, the knight leaned down and waited for the bag to stop swinging; then, once it had, he gently placed his palm under the bag, raising the bottom slightly and watching how it moved. Like his newfound partner had said, it was slightly heavy, and based on the way the bag moved once sealed, it seemed pretty full. Nodding to himself, he stood back up. 

Upon hearing the boy’s decision, he smiled and nodded in consent. “That’s true,” he said, a slight laugh peppering his words (it was vaguely endearing, his enthusiasm for justice). “Plus there’s always a chance that when we turn in the thief, the victim will be there, too. Two birds with one stone, as they say. Even if we don’t find the victim along the way, at least we won’t have to drag that guy around.” A pause; his brows furrowed. How were they going to restrain him, though? …Was he going to have to carry him? With a resigned sigh, he looked back to Percy.

“Percy, could you do me a favor? Can you check the thief for any weapons? Take them away if you find any; I’m going to go see about buying some rope or something.” Even string would do, honestly, as long as the guy couldn’t use his hands to hurt Silas somehow if he woke up along the way. 

[fortunaisms-blog]

Percy shook his head. "Ace and I didn't eat much other than game back in our deeprealm, and I only see what shows up in the mess hall." Sure, Hoshidan meals came his way if only due to the fact that resources demanded so, but he had never dealt with rice personally, and he would never understand the fields if he ever glanced upon them. Variety was certainly not a thing he had been introduced to in his culinary life prior to being enlisted in the army.

"If it gets bigger, that must be super handy then, huh?" He thought more simplistically, simply thinking on the grounds that the rice somehow became more as if they were multiplying somehow. "Hoshidans... they must never grow hungry with this kinda stuff!"

The words that easily could have turned sour with contempt and jealousy were instead accompanied with legitimate wonder and intrigue. He looked back down at the bag he held in his hands as if it were magical, though he didn't dare to open it back up again.

Silas's evaluation and extension of his decision only built confidence within the blond. Hearing someone else support you definitely was welcome in any case, though he was extremely glad considering their current situation had to deal with thievery and justice.

"Oh, sure thing! You can count on me!" he beamed, proud to be trusted with any sort of job. He turned his attention immediately to the thief, and it didn't take long for him to find a bow on him. He checked just in case there was any dagger or smaller item, and in the midst of his investigation, he had looked up to see if Silas had come back. Until then, the wyvern rider decided it was best to stay low on the ground beside the unconscious man, crouching down. His eyes fell upon the bow he now held, and he spent his time studying it out of curiosity mostly, unsure how to even go about using it and puzzled by it entirely in comparison to the ease of using an axe or even a practice sword, and soon his thoughts got completely wrapped up in it.

[fortunaisms-blog]

@bestpicklepals

"Hisame, is that you?"

The words naturally fell off his lips, the thought barely crossing his mind before it was projected in any manner whatsoever. A glimpse of the samurai's back even if from a bit of a distance was enough to create a bit of curiosity, and once curiosity was born, action would soon follow.

The moon was high in the sky, and its being was surrounded by a series of dots that littered the sky. The night was so perfectly clear it seemed a little too fortunate, especially after a series of cloudy nights for the past week. Each and every little twinkle seemed brighter than could be, and it all provided a wondrous contrast to the sleepless night that the wyvern rider had been having.

Toss and turn, toss and turn. The restlessness created by a night where no dream would be gifted unto him was enough to convince himself to sneak out in the hopes to find something, though his initial intentions had been stopped by the spectacle that the heavens gave upon him with just the sight that hung above their heads.

"It sure is pretty tonight, huh?"

He couldn't help but at least comment on it as he took some steps closer to the other. What could have easily been interpreted as just small talk came in the form of genuine words. His eyes remained glued to the stars in wonderment, though he did eventually realize something.

"Gah-! You didn't see, did you? Please tell me you didn't!"

He changed his focus, recalling that he had walked out here right from bed, and he hadn't really put in any mind to get properly dressed out of his pajamas and most importantly of all: he had neglected to put on his mask. He hadn't expected to be out much and had even come out alone, not bothering to disturb Ace from his rest. At the very least, he prayed that some darkness of the night had hid his face from the other. Nevertheless, he raised his hands to cover what was normally masked, fanning out his fingers to at least allow him to see.

[fortunaisms-blog]

tfw ur hit by sudden exhaustion when you’ve slept like all day

percy to-do list:

silas ☆

flora ☆

oboro ☆

forrest ☆

hisame starter 

stahl to-do list:

cordelia ☆

frederick starter

if i’m missing anyone pls tell me cause i’m mostly working based on what was already in my drafts and memory

[sonofanohrian-blog]

Because Ace was so large, he trailed in the back, much to Dwyer’s misfortune. He could feel the large Wyvern’s warm breaths down his neck. This only made the Troubadour shudder; he didn’t dare speak up.

As the three of them (if one includes Ace) traveled further down the passageway, the echo of the horse’s hooves reverberated around the tunnel. Dwyer couldn’t take his eyes off the light; it was glowing brighter, but not enough to blind. He remained silent as the rest of them have. The only thing that had broken the silence briefly was a yawn that sounded from the Troubadour. Percy had been the first to speak up.

Turning his attention to the Rider, he removed his hand from the reins to rub the sleep in his eyes. Gripping the reins once again, the male turned over his shoulder. Attempting to look over the Wyvern, he noticed the ghost town was no longer in sight.

“Yeah; I can’t even see the entrance anymore.”

Dwyer wasn’t sure what to expect when they reach the end. He hadn’t been reading too deep into it unlike Percy. Nonetheless, the sudden gusto from the boy caught him by surprise.

“If you say so. Just don’t get reckless.”

His grasp around his Staff tightened. If Percy were to perish, he couldn’t live with himself. The three were nearing the end. Light had been pouring from what appeared to be an underground marketplace. Bustling with people and vendors laughing and selling; the sight had really caught Dwyer off guard. The crowd was a bit overwhelming; he’d never seen so many people in one place before.

“I think now we know where all the villagers went…”

[fortunaisms-blog]

If Ace was proving to be a bother to the troubadour, Percy certainly never noticed. In fact, he was glad to not be atop his steed, for whenever he looked over his shoulder and saw Ace and Dwyer in close proximity, it merely brought a smile to his face. To think he would see Ace near anybody but himself... It was a welcome sight, really! It only made the male so grateful for escaping his deeprealm, even if it was under some pretty problematic circumstances.

Dwyer's observation on the entrance, a thing that Percy had forgotten long ago, created alarm within the wyvern rider. He looked back into the distance. His attempts to spot their ticket into the tunnel ended up fruitless, and this proved to remain true no matter how much squinting he did under the false pretense that doing so would sharpen his vision and make him see for miles on end. Frankly, it only made the world blurry— talk about counter-productive.

He scrunched up his face in mild annoyance, looking back towards the direction they were all traveling. His expression naturally fell into a pout over his defeat at the hands of his limited scope. The matter's pettiness allowed for the male to carry on, for he forgot about it in no time at all.

"You worry too much, bud! I bet we won't even get a scratch on ourselves as long as Ace and I are here! Isn't that right, Ace?"

The statement was meant to be reassuring for the butler's son, but he couldn't help but have hoped it would work some magic onto himself as well. He felt more tension within himself, for he had never really been in any of these situations and he knew he had more to learn than from his hours on end of training day and night. The response he got from the dragon was the thing to help calm himself down, and he would have to give himself a reminder later to treat him to something nice. Perhaps he'd owe Dwyer something nice too. He can't imagine this was much fun for the guy.

He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he barely registered that they came to a place flooded with light— the polar opposite of the place above. It was only when Dwyer spoke up, acknowledging it, that he snapped out of his musings and his eyes grew wide at the sight before him.

"Woah! Would you look at that!"

The blond that had been so worried and prepared for a real fight just moments before was suddenly swept up in the marvel that was this underground society. The fact that there were all these people that set this all up and were laughing and so full of vitality and commotion overwhelmed him but most certainly in a way that charmed him for his eyes twinkled with excitement and his grin that worked its way onto his face was simply massive.

"Dwyer, I don't think I've seen this many people in one place in my whole LIFE! You can't stay atop all night, can you? Gee, there's just... so much to see and do here!" he exclaimed, his eyes darting all around. He pointed to various stalls, practically begging for the troubadour to follow where his own eyes looked. "Oh man, oh man, look, that vendor is selling jewelry, and that one is selling clothing and that one—"

He paused, his zeal calming down.

"There's not a whole lot of food, is there?"

There were food stalls he could see, but he had expected a lot more for certain. There wasn't much variety either in what was offered, and the prices seemed extraneously high— not that Percy would have known much, knowing only the prices of weaponry and salves really. There was a singular place selling flowers, and he imagined that would be the only one for the entire underground capitol.

[fortunaisms-blog]

forrest’s in-game changing height is honestly me