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Night Patrol||Dwyer & Oboro

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Feeling appalled, the urge to retaliate was strong. However, lashing out would be unnecessary and childish in his eyes. He took a deep breath before taking another sip of coffee. The warmth calmed his nerves a little, but still thought the other’s behavior was just silly. His tone was calm, but had a more stern edge,

“Why would I poison my coffee if I was going to drink it?”

Nohrian and lazy; were those really the most notable things about him? Lazy, he knew, but the Troubadour was slightly confused at the Nohrian bit. Yes, his father is Nohrian, but he himself is not. His only reaction to Oboro’s scrutinizing glance was a tired gaze followed by a long yawn and an audible grumble.

“I’d rather not fall asleep if I am to stay awake all night.” A pause, “If you wish to keep away from me, I suggest leaving now. I’m not going until I’ve finished this cup.”

He seemed more sour than before. The Lancer’s attitude seems to be rubbing off on him. Her sneer hadn’t intimidated him as much as her scowl. As the night pressed on, he grew too tired to care.

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“I didn’t say you poisoned it, but leaping to that conclusion’s only cementing the idea, to be honest~! And who’s to say you wouldn’t just do it to my cup and not yours. Jeez, don’t you read? That sort of stuff aaalways happens in stories. Leave it up to a Nohrian!”

Oboro still wasn’t entirely sure what this guy’s name even was-- Dwight or something? Some weird Nohrian name. What she did know was that his dad was from Nohr, which meant he in turn was also from there, which meant that no matter how pleasant he could be, she’d be in a terrible mood talking to him. Add in that she was tired and cranky and that he didn’t have a good attitude to begin with, and Oboro was certainly not on her best behavior.

“Hmph! Well, drink faster then. I’m not leaving until I finish my food, since I’ve actually been putting in hard work and I’m tired! ...Didn’t your delight of a father teach you that sort of thing?”

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do you have any favorite fashion styles?

“Well, certainly not Nohrian ones, that’s for sure, but those in Hoshido always dress quite nicely~! Especially for performers, they always have elaborate outfits I admire… and weddings! I like more fancy ceremonial things in comparison to the more… combat-focused looks people around here tend to demand.”

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I heard Oboro was shredded. That she had an 8-pack. Am I barking up the wrong tree?

“Certainly not~! I don’t show it off for just anyone, though... so you’ll have to leave things to your imagination!”

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r u nasty?

“Not as nasty as you~!”

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[eyeballs] What are your favourite traits about Lord Takumi and Hinata?

“Hm! Well, for Lord Takumi, I admire how cool and determined he is all the time. Like, you know, he’s very set in what he thinks. It’s so admirable~! Not to mention he’s got quite a sense of style!

As for Hinata... as ill-mannered as he can be sometimes, he’s very reliable. I’d trust no one else with a sword as much as him.”

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👀 what's your second biggest dream?

“Well, that’d mean I’d need to know my first biggest dream. On one hand, I... want to reopen my parents’ tailor shop one day. I suppose that’s the biggest, so the second biggest is to keep Lord Takumi safe as long as I can~! It’s only second by a teeny little bit. I’m not dissatisfied with my life now, so I’m happy to continue doing what I’m doing for the time being.”

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👀 if a homeless Nohrian child approached you, what would you do?

“What, you think I’m heartless or something? Look, I know what it’s like… to be homeless and all, and I don’t wish that on anyone, not even Nohrians. And besides, don’t they say goodness or evil is learned, not inherited? Thinking about it that way, children aren’t… as bad as full-grown Nohrian scum. 

So to answer your question, I’d try to get it help. I’m not qualified to raise a kid or anything, but there are people around who’d treat it right. Did you expect me to say that I’d leave it for dead? Hmph!”

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eyeballs + would you kiss a frog

“Who do you think I am? No way!”

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👀 You can undo (but not redo) one of your actions. Which?

“There’s nothing I could do that would change my past, so... some of the things I’ve said to Hinata in the past are, in hindsight, pretty mean. I guess I’d undo those... even if he doesn’t seem to care that much.”

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Send my muse “👀 + a question” and they’ll have to answer with 100% honesty.

No deleting questions, either!

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nice one lord takumi!

my favorite lord-retainer squad… i love them

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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!”

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“Small-boned? You mean... because you’re a kid? A face like that isn’t really helping your case much, to be honest.”

Usually Oboro’s shopping trips were pretty uneventful, or if a Nohrian just happened to walk in, full of hostility and her trying to beat a quick escape out of the store. She’s pleasantly surprised to find that this occasion was turning out much more thrilling than usual-- which isn’t promising for her personality, if it involved needling a kid about his terrible fashion choices. Still, sometimes you had to take the tough love approach, and she had offered to help. Even though he was Nohrian and everything! She figured she was being quite benevolent, actually.

As if she’d known he’d agree all along (and who wouldn’t, with such a paragon of style offering graciously to help) Oboro smiles only slightly ominously and clasps her hands together at Percy’s words.

“Excellent~! This should be loads of fun. Hmm... and before you call me ‘lady’ again, my name’s Oboro. Don’t forget it!”

It was hard remaining completely non-hostile when conversing with a Nohrian, but Oboro thought she was doing pretty well so far! Sure, her introduction was a little more forceful than needed, but hey. She tried, and that was what counted.

“Hmmm... well, first off, you need to pick better shades of color. I mean, the blue and red thing could work with your hair, if you were going for a primary-color look, buuuut the shades are just- bleh. Also, I’ll have you know all of this is much more comfortable than that... that... shorts armor thing you’re wearing. Whatever that is. It’s very airy, since most of it is pretty loose fabric!”

Yeah, I bet those sweet cutout tights are.

“Okay, here. I’ll let you have some input first. How’s about you pick one thing in here that you think you could probably wear, and then I’ll tell you if it’s a good choice or not! Just to get an idea of what I’m working with, ehe.”

She’s already helpfully set her expectations extremely low, so there’s not much room for disappointment... she hopes.

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“i can’t tell if it’s early in the night” - staring contest, mates of state

Oboro typically didn’t make it her business to wander around at night more than she had to for various reasons– most primarily the haunted look she takes on as she makes her way back to the castle. Her errand had ended, unfortunately, with a bandit encounter, and although she’d been able to clear it up alone, her insistence on going by herself had made it take much longer than she’d intended. 

Now her hair was a mess, her robe was torn and she was tired, she’d lost her delivery in the fight and to top it off, she had no idea what time it was. Certainly annoyingly early, or late, which made her even more antsy about walking home. And then, as if things couldn’t get any worse, she raises her gaze to see…

“Oh–! Lady Hinoka, excuse me…”

Hurriedly bringing the hand not holding her lance up to brush through her hair, Oboro tries (and fails) to shift her expression from the morose glare it took on at nighttime. 

“It’s a surprise to see you here. I was just heading back… Actually, if you don’t mind my asking… what are you doing out this early? There’s many bandits out if you’re going alone. Not to say you’re incapable, of course, but it is rather late and one should be sleeping…”

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She would have laughed at the tired retainer’s antics, had she not picked up on the quivering in her own hands. She paused on the path and turned her head slightly, pressing her hands against her thighs, as if to steady her own heart and calm her thoughts. She would have to choose her words carefully, the princess supposed - the last thing she wanted was Oboro contacting her own retainers, or said retainers being given a hard time by Ryoma for not doing their job.

But sneaking off on her own had been a difficult task, at least, and getting back was always much easier. The princess rubbed her neck in the moonlight. Lying, it seemed, would be the best course of action. “Eh-yeah, I guess.” She spoke a bit softer in the night, turning back towards the buildings that lay in the distance. “But we’ll be inside soon, and we’ll be out of the night soon enough.”

That seemed more a reassurance to herself than anything, and she resumed her path on the road, talking over her shoulder. “I’ll get some help in the morning to go track down those bandits, and you’d be welcome to join me, of course.” She offered, as they slowly reached a gate ahead. Her hands shook slightly again, and the princess caught it this time, taking a deep breath before entering the warrior compound. The woman seemed to turn a corner warily, as if expecting someone - or something, more like, to jump out of the shadows. Involuntarily, she hesitated, before pushing open the door to the medicine room.

“Come. There should be a vulenary or two lying around here.” And maybe something to help her sleep when she got home, if she was lucky. But with the princess’ luck as of late, she would probably end up having to whine to Azama, again.

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If Oboro is unsatisfied with Hinoka’s answer about her shaking hands, she doesn’t give much of an indication besides a slight frown. It would be out of line for her to be too nosy, of course, so she figures as long as they get inside soon she can just ignore it (and maybe mention something to Lord Takumi later, but no one had to know about that--).

“You’re quite right... perhaps I should start distributing you all some heavier clothes, hmm? All you of the royal family are so unconcerned with your own well-being-- tsk! Well, maybe not Lady Sakura, but the rest of you...” She sternly plants her hand on her hip for a moment before looking sheepish. “Erm, sorry if that’s out of line to point out, but really! You’ll all catch colds. And then your poor retainers will be worried sick-- hey, speaking of which... where are Azama and Setsuna? Just leaving you to wander at night when it’s cold?”

She allows herself a moment of pride to think that she’s a much more capable retainer than those two, but quashes it just as quickly. They probably worked hard in... some way. Or something. 

With an eye attuned to picking up on the slightest movement at night, and as one who could relate to being tense herself, Oboro gives Hinoka a very scrutinizing look as the princess hesitates in navigating the warrior compound. Sure, she herself was eyeing the dark shadows, but that was usual. She hadn’t known Hinoka to be anything but bold and fearless, even in the war. Still, she wasn’t sure if it was her place to mention anything. What if Hinoka got angry with her? She knew that she herself would be jumpy if someone pointed out her attitude at night. 

With a conflicted look on her face, Oboro trails Hinoka into the room, nodding slightly at her words. “I’m sure there’s one around here. I’ll take a look.” Turning around to dig through some of the boxes around, Oboro takes the opportunity to decide whether or not to speak up. In the end, she sits up with a half-used vulnerary in her hand and tugs at her messy hair. “...Pardon my asking, Lady Hinoka, but... I can’t help but wonder if you’re, uh, really alright? You seem...” she makes a vague gesture, “different, sort of.”

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Night Patrol||Dwyer & Oboro

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Dwyer had been pouring himself a cup of coffee when Oboro loudly clambered  to get herself some food. This concerned the Troubadour; he took a quick glance over his shoulder. Upon spotting the demon, he turned back to place the pot down. Feeling horror-struck, he cautiously made his way to the table, where he knew Oboro would be there moments later.

The face she made while violently digging for chopsticks, it frightened him. He had ignored her lack of manners. Fearing for his life, he’d rather not provoke her more than he already has. He never understood what he has done in the first place; he was only trying to keep himself from falling asleep, all while offering her a cup of coffee. Then again, he was well aware of Oboro’s prejudice towards Nohrians. Perhaps he should’ve kept his mouth shut?

The insult took him aback. He couldn’t prevent himself from saying,

“Poisoned? My coffee?”

Setting the cup next to the pot, Dwyer attempted to collect himself. Slumping into a chair, his pride sank a little. It was only for a brief moment before he took a sip of his coffee (he couldn’t let it go to waste).

“I really couldn’t care less about the way I look. I was just told to go on patrol tonight.”

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“Yes, your coffee. You’re a Nohrian and lazy to boot. It’s not like I can expect it to be palatable or safe to drink, even.”

Perhaps she was being a bit too nasty, but everything seemed to be going poorly for her tonight. The moon shining, being caught out while she tried to get a midnight snack, being caught out by a Nohrian no less-- knowing her luck, as soon as she stepped outside it’d start raining or something. Or bandits would invade the camp. Speaking of which-- she pokes at her rice grumpily and then gives Dwyer a suspicious look.

“If you were told to be on patrol, shouldn’t you, I don’t know... be on patrol? You’re not doing much to help redeem yourself as a Nohrian if you’re not helping defend us. Hmm... maybe I should report you...”

The prospect actually seems to brighten her up a bit, and she looks more perky as she shoves half a rice ball in her mouth and gives Dwyer an ominous grin. If she reported him, he’d get in trouble... or maybe even sent back to Nohr!

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Fashion Disaster | Closed for Oboro

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…Her day was already starting off poorly. 

Felicia could feel tears well up in her eyes as she looked at her dress– stains covered her uniform, and a hot shame covered her face. How…embarrassing. Bringing a tray of tea should have been a simple job for any other average maid– yet she somehow messed it up and managed to spill it all over herself while she was at it! At least there was no way it could get any worse–

Well, so she thought. Much to her dismay, the army’s lead fashion police just so happened to be passing by. 

“O-oh my…! I’m sorry…! I can…be with you soon– I’m not very presentable right now…!”

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Typically, when Oboro saw someone in the midst of a fashion disaster, her response would vary based on their allegiance. For example, a Hoshidan would maybe get a concealed laugh and an offer of help. A Nohrian would just get a rude laugh. Felicia was lucky, then, that Oboro didn’t find her that appalling. Sure, her face screws up darkly as she pauses in walking past the maid to eye the tea spilled on her dress, but she doesn’t laugh. Instead, she looks kinda constipated, like she’s stuck between two difficult decisions. 

In the end, she sighs, taking a step towards Felicia and twirling a hand through her hair.

“Oh, I can see that. I didn’t really need anything from you, to be honest... but it would be pretty heartless of me to leave someone with hot tea all over them. I can help you find a change of clothes if you come with me...”

She looks as if she’s using all of her willpower to say this and then give Felicia a strained smile, but at least her face isn’t as scary as it could be. Maybe it was because the maid was cute. Who knew?