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@iuvenis-fratres
Snow is plenty fun to enjoy, huh..? Looks like upon the trip wipping off usual habits acquired, attempting to be accustomed with the frigid weather is troublesome.
"…"
Hunching down to gather snow between palms laced side by side, frail fingers prancing together in a curious motion to form a little snowball, happening to cast it on someone’s countenance randomly picked up.. That’s the rule of game, isn’t it?
Here she goes, hand storming off enough to gather forces went to tiny muscles unleashing the weapon which will strike the poor target.
Σ☸ Having traveled all this way from Lhant, Hubert was nothing but exhausted and extremely cold, he hated this insufferable weather and had high hopes this trip to end on a short note, so that he may return to the gleaming warmth of Strahta. (If he even is still in Ephinea.)
Before drained legs could drag along toward the inn where at least would be warm for a few minuets, a burst of cold irrupted on his back. Jolting forward he almost lost his footing but managed to maintain on his feet.
Turning his head so that a harsh gaze could be met with the perpetrator. Unfortunately it had been as he had expected, a child sat in plain view. If anything dealing with children wasn't a strong suit.
When Hubert walked over he made sure not to seem all that threatening, the last thing he wanted was to deal with a child, but having one crying at the same time is a lot worse.
"I'm not really sure it's such a great idea to be throwing balls of snow at someone you aren't acquainted.."
The voice caught the young mage attention “Wait a minute” she wrote something on her little notebook in her pocket and then looked at Hubert “Yes what I can do for you? Did the empire send you? Or are you lost”
Σ☸ How honestly embarrassing this was to admit, a Strahtan lieutenant ultimately lost, it irritated him to no absolute end but there was no helping a situation such as this with lies.
"Ah yes, it appears that I am rather lost. It would be most helpful if I could gain directions for Yu Liberte."
She let out a short sigh as she closed her eyes momentarily. If one person hadn’t heard of a dragon, no one had heard of a dragon. And Ba’ul was large—surely he’d have been seen.
"Technically he isn’t actually a dragon," she said, distracted from this person in strange clothing as she eyed the horizon. “I apologize if I’ve bothered you; but would you mind telling me where I may find another Krityan in this town, if you know?”
Perhaps one of her own accustomed to this place would be able to tell her where Ba’ul was. It wasn’t an exciting prospect, but if it would help, she’d do it.
Σ☸ "Technically? Either he is or he isn't." Hubert curtly snapped.
The lieutenant's brow fell, it seemed that each minuet things began to grow more and more fishy, until eventually it become much too uncomfortable.
A hand rose toward his face, as the index pushed dark frames so that they adjusted right upon his face. "Something about you seems, very wrong. I've never heard of Krytian, nor have I seen anyone even remotely close to looking as exotic as you do."
"It would be wise of you to explain your situation, or I do believe things could become quite dangerous."
She stood impatiently on the outskirts of a foreign town, tapping one finger on the base of her Nageeg. They told her Ba’ul was nowhere around, and that worried her. He was supposed to have come back by now.
Perhaps it was simply this strange place messing with her head. It’d been a while since she’d been in some place so unfamiliar, and even longer since she’d been on her own. She always had Ba’ul.
"Excuse me," she called to a passing stranger, a man with paler blue hair than her own. ”Have you seen a dragon around, perhaps?”
Σ☸ Hubert's attention had been immediately drawn toward the woman that now stood before him, but what azure hues now gazed upon had been far off from what was expected. this womans appearance was beyond anything he'd seen on both Fodra and Ephinea. Never before had he come across anyone quite like her. Somehow this uncertainty deeply concerned him-- just who was this oddity?
"A dragon you say? I'm afraid I've seen nothing of the sort, but why on earth would you be searching for such a beast?"
Perhaps she was some sort of strange mercenary with a rare disease that caused her ears to grow like that. Though of course such observations were rather rude, but if she came off as a threat he wouldn't hesitate to stop her, protecting the people of Strahta was an imperative duty.
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She is mumbling complicated formulas.
Σ☸ Remaining restrained for quite some time. Hubert did not see fit to bother her just yet, after all those formulas sounded as something 'out of this world' and whatever she had her mind wrapped around must be help at utmost importantance. As he waited for a pristine opportunity to call out, he couldn't help but gaze upon her and come to the conclusion that she already deeply reminded him of Pascal, and perhaps a bit of the younger researchers of Sable Izolle, (Surely if she had been then getting back on track will be a breeze).
Before allowing his thoughts to wonder too far on the subject, the ideal juncture had finally arrived the instant her mumbling ceased his lips parted calling forth."Excuse me." the lieutenants voice coming off as nothing but submissive, after all getting lost had been his own doing.
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iuvenis-fratres just disturbed your presence.
"Well, well. Look who we have here." Her voice sounded so cold as it ever would be. "It seems that fate just struck upon you…""
Σ☸ Shuffling backward the lieutenant elegantly formed a defensive position. His brow and azure orbs fell dangerous as the hues plastered themselves upon the emerald opposition. By short examination it was apparent this was not the same Emeraude as the group encountered in Zhonecage.
Immediately Hubert severed his dual blade so that both of his hands now held twin pistols, each cocked and ready to fire upon their target at the slightest strand of movement.
"Emeraude... but how can this be?"
we missed you babbu!!!! ;u;u;u;
!!! thank you!! I missed you guys too /v\
「みんなの好きなものを描いてみよう!」 / 「春雷@Ffcw主催」
ephineasflower said: aaaaa welcome back! ‘v’
thank you my dear!! i missed you all
omg i've been remaking icons cause my old ones disappeared but look at how cute friggin hubert is in that snow cloak //
hubert ozwell » opening sequence
source : 蝉島
{❇} W-well...I thought about it...well harder than i know i should, and i think i finally understood what you confessed to me back then...so Lil' Bro..no Hu...
{❇} Please take responsibility of me, nya~?
Σ☸—}} "---A-..ah.." It would seem his words were at a loss, his head had now shinned bright red, and the heat was getting to any thoughts that tried to muster.
"--O-of course P-pascal I'd gladly take responsibility of you for the rest of my life---...b-but I'm still not giving you a bath---"