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❝ Whatever happens tomorrow you must promise me one thing. That you will stay who you are. Not a perfect soldier, but a good man. ❞ (Captain America: The First Avenger)

“I don’t know much about bein’ at war, but I’ve been through enough battles to think I’ve got a good idea of what it’s like,” Rick nodded, playing around with the tightness of his holster. Once he was satisfied with it’s placement and durability, he quit adjusting it. He turned his head to the blue-haired male, who had been listening to his words. “It ain’t easy.”

The sheriff slid his BB gun into the holster carefully, then changed his gaze to his hands. They were rough, calloused and covered in scars; it said a thousand words about Rick and his history. “I respect that you’ve come out of war as a nice guy. Not as a perfect soldier, but as a good man,” he said, looking up at Marth. He wished he could say the same about others. “That’s an important thing to hang on to.”

heroantics

War. It was a topic that he'd known for quite sometime. Since the days of his youth, when there had been issues within his kingdom and the tiara upon his head had been passed down to him, he'd seen it before his very being. Quarrels were always a common issue, especially in the past, and the idea of man fighting man rather than taking his hand for peace so that all people could live in bliss, the solution always came to fighting. To slaying. To killing and destroying all those who didn't agree with a certain carriage upon life's ride. He, personally, had hands of his own stained with blood. Not so much with regret, but with pity. Pity that he had to draw a blade out in order to gain respect, to take back what was his and to save his kingdom.

Apparently, so did this man who was speaking to him. Though he wasn't the most intuitive person, not like some of his other comrades had been, by the way Rick looked upon the harshness of his flesh, his fingers, there was something going on. Something hidden in thought that was to be mulled over time and time again. It would be because of this observation the core of his eyes would actually meet the gaze given to him. And it would be out of respect he would flip his vision downwards ever so slightly.

❝ Do you not believe you are a good man as well? ❞

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❝ Lu–! ❞

An exclamation is uttered yet soon cut off as the Manakete realizes her mistake, gloved hands covering her mouth for a moment. Though this clearly isn’t Lucina, the young teen can see why she had made such a glaring mistake. From afar, their similarities are undeniable… From the colour of their hair right down to their similar attire.

❝ I… Sorry; I thought you were someone else… But are you alright? It’s not really safe to be out and about right now… ❞

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Curious eyes trail themselves to the wistful sound of youth seeking his attention. He's calm, collected as his chin lifts and the leveling of his gaze falls upon her face. Immediately, he can tell she is in some relation to a manakete. With the length of her ears, the childish structure of her features, it's almost a wonderment to him if she is actually princess Tiki. Though luckily to his prevention of embarrassment, he knows, deep down, that she is not.

Still, he does manage to press his lips up in a slight presentation of what is a dim smile. She is a child, it would only be in his nature to show kindness. ❝ Yes, I’m fair enough. There seems to be chaos among these streets and you should not be out here as well. Mayhaps it would be wise for the both of us to escort ourselves somewhere safer. But I must ask, if it isn’t too rude. Are you a Manakete? ❞

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♞ … … … His efforts to aid the people of this city fell so terribly short of what they needed in wake of this disaster. Seated on a pile of rubble, mere feet away from the small flock of people he’d managed to save and patch up over the last few days, the blond rested. Fatigue oozed from every pore, and ragged eyes shone duly with exhaustion. Yet at the sight of an approaching stranger, he rose to his feet without hesitation and started towards them in hurried step.

❝ You are not hurt, are you? ❞ He called out, assuming they were merely a victim of this tragedy and not a newcomer to this broken city. Coming to a halt in front of them, he added with curt nod, ❝ I’ve established what I could of a refuge for the wounded and the homeless. You are safe here. I will make sure of it. ❞

heroantics

Eyelashes lift as lids turn themselves up, surveying the rugged, masculine face of a helpful civilian. It would be a fib to say he wasn’t used to townspeople seeking to aid him or his army. Back in the grace of his homeland, there had been many who had sought to be by his side, to do what was right and to even offer their assistance in any way possible. Here, however? He didn’t expect anything other than to be ignored. To be invisible in the gaze of those who inhabited what was left of the collision with an unfortunate disaster. When it was he was spoken to, he happened to give his full attention. His full being into heeding what was being offered.

Truth be told, he was not injured. Though unsettled and unsure about himself, there was not a scrape nor a scratch upon his body. Regardless, that did not stop him from checking over his form and even going as far as lifting his cape to further ensure he was unharmed. When cleared by his double check, only then did he turn his head forward once more, soft voice laced with a breathy, quiet and reclusive response, ❝ No. I am unscathed. ❞ Shortly after, a step would be taken to come closer to the other, though hinted with caution. ❝ Why are you offering your help so leisurely, if I might ask, sire? ❞

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And so it would be that the prince stumbled across a kingdom, or in this case, a city, filled with dread, despair. Thrice the whim of destruction was never a good number in the eyes of benevolence, and it would seem that the heart within his chest could harbor nothing more but worry. Fear. As blue eyes tread along the patterns of flames licking the skies and the flesh of buildings burning beneath them, he could do no more but glance around. To look for someone, anyone. An heir to greatness he was, but only with the falchion and his people guided by his hand. Without the pair? He was but a mere villager with a tiara upon his head.