noble lineage

[ a part of citta alveare ] ;

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brady uvu✿

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A Tearful Reunion? {Closed;Brady

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He scoffs at the other’s pathetic attempt to convince him that the cat from before was just minding his own business. “Oh puh-lease, Brady, you had your back turned to it! How could you have possibly known what that was trying to do?” Owain finds himself regressing back to his ‘normal people’ dialect, and still scoffs as he pulls the other up from the snowy field. Retracting his hand back, he folds his arms across his chest and shivers upon the mention of the chilly weather as though he forgot for just a moment in the heat of the moment.

"Huh! You’re a lucky one, at least you've got those long sleeves of yours." He frowns, pouts even, at his lack of proper clothing. Finding means of gaining currency around this city in order to purchase better articles to face these weathers was somewhat challenging. Back in their own world, they would somehow find risen who carried a few monies with them; even the living people they had eventually cut down (which is something Owain isn't particularly proud of) carried some on them that they were allowed to take. The problem with here is that there are no risen, and taking money from others is considered a “crime”!

"Well, I’m not really familiar with this one part of the city and I think there’s still some things called power outages which isn't that good for us, buuuuuuuuut I’m sure we can rough it out or something! You’re a tough kid, Brady!! Or at least you look like one." A small laugh sounds as he begins to look around, his eyes finding a shack-like structure tucked inside an alleyway. "I think we could rest up there! It’s not much, but it looks warmer than outside. We can even do what Noire and I did and make a fire if need be."

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  † "Give it a break! It's just a darn cat." He lets out a huff of annoyance and turns aside, mostly because he has no other comeback. Ever since childhood, Owain had always been good at these sorts of things, and Brady, not very. In the end, it was just who Owain was, and would always be: flamboyant and talkative.

"Well..."  Amber hues fall over Owain's choice of clothing, comparing it to his. While it was no thick priest's robe, and fell short when it came to the forearms, what of it came in contact with his skin seemed padded with enough material to keep him warm enough. But, he assumed, things weren't always the way they seemed — the yellow outfit could be thinner than he expected. "Your odd myrmidon get-up ain't half-bad, either, with all of that wool paddin' inside. I thought clothing like that was supposed to keep ya warm," he comments, inspecting it thoughtfully.

"What kind of nonsense is that? Power outages?" Squinting, he tilts his head to the side, confused by the foreign term. His first day in the city wasn't turning out so dandy, with these haphazard weather conditions. He lifts his staff from the snowy ground, leaving a small, six-inch hole in the ground. "Huh, I guess I am tough— h-hey!" The small ego that inflates quickly finds itself deflating back again. "Don't go blurtin' that kind of information out loud!" Despite how he protests, however, laughing and joking like this, especially with a friend, is a welcome reprieve.

He follows Owain's gaze and finds himself staring at the shack-like structure that the blond had indicated. Though tinier in size than he would have liked, the freeze would not permit for the either of them to search further. He nods, in understanding, and the more he looks at the shed, the less shabby it looked. "Looks like it'll have to do for now. I don't suppose you've got any tea or anythin' warm, right...?"

[severaly]

✿-✿-✿ crowns.

Wandering around sector five would bring her to learn various new things, being called over to a shop with a very young shopkeeper. She was given directions in order to make a crown, a crown that was made by the use of flowers. Even though she had protested, the female wanted nothing to do with it because it seemed like something dumb people would do to pass their time. In order for the female to agree had the shopkeeper spoke up that it was free and Severa wouldn’t have to pay a thing! Just seeing that she was happy was more than payment. With an exchange like that, it only brought the female to scowl but she had indulged in creating what was needed.

Of course, as she did this, she wasn’t the best. Breaking the stems and even allowing petals to fall from the flowers once they got in her grasp. Surely she was growing fed up by the minute and even the owner tried to sympathize with Severa, mentioning that she should take her time but the mercenary wanted this over and done with. As time went on, as she had finally made the object that was to be prized, it looked horrible. It was more stem than a flower crown, but the vendor had patted Severa on her back but her complaints didn’t get her anywhere.

Though in the end, the owner had requested that Severa do something for her, it wasn’t anything major but a way to spread the upcoming cheer around. All it was were to take various flowers and make crowns to give other people, simple as that. It wasn’t even anything she wanted to do but with a roll of her eyes had she decided to do it but for only a bit. Hearing that she could come back to the small shop to gain more flowers had she stood right beside the shop since, who would stress themselves going far away somewhere to give a random person a crown.

As she tampered with making another one, it wasn’t as good like the other’s she made (if one could even say they were good), she frowned and closed her eyes so hard. Slowly becoming much more impatient to get this done. Not even looking to see who she was able to speak to had she held out one of the flower crowns that she made, a few petals missing but it seemed alright to say the least.

"Here! Take this, I don’t even want it anymore, ugh."

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  † "Se-Severa?!"

A flower crown is thrusted hastily into his grasp by the redhead before he has time to beg her pardon. Gently does the object rest in his hands as he examines it with a watchful eye, frowning in disapproval. The messy handiwork, the occasional petal missing (which one would usually not notice), all of these factors contributed to the unkempt way that this crown appeared, causing him a great deal of grief. The original intent of why the flower crown had been given to him was instantly forgotten, as he set upon fretting over its imperfections, instead. 

"What's the meanin' of this?" He holds the gift in his hands, giving the woven basket of crowns another glance, and his eyes widen considerably, alarmed to see that there were many, many more where the first one had come from. His lips turn downwards in a disapproving frown, scoffing angrily on the poor state of the flowers, at the lackluster way they remain after Severa had handled them, and he nearly throws it onto the ground; instead, he leans on his staff, planted vertically against the ground. "Look, if you're gonna go destroy flowers and go sewin' 'em together, you should at least do it right!" His voice cracks at the end, but he tries to ignore that it ever happened.

"Ma always did say that everyone should learn the basics of common etiquette. Dunno if flower-crown makin' is one of them, but it's gotta be." He shrugs, slightly apologetic for his previous outburst, deciding to change the topic of conversation before she grew too irate, since it wouldn't be in his best interest to anger her now, especially in a city which he knew little about. "Why did ya have to go and make all of these, anyway?"

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A Tearful Reunion? {Closed;Brady

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"… You’re crying already?" Is the first thing to escape his lips as he shrugs when Brady continues to scold him for his oh-so awful actions. "I can’t even say that’s a new record since I've seen you cry before I even get here." Owain shakes his head at the thought, rolling off the healer’s body into the patch of snow beside him after he stops flailing about. Though, when he hears of the other’s interest in his heroic tales of super awesomeness, pride swells up in his chest and he shoots right up with a huge grin gracing his features.

"Aha! So you've found interest in my journeys as a lone wolf prowling about this foreign land, have ye? Well, it all happened just very recently in fact, about a week or two ago.." He begins, his gaze sliding towards the side, looking over the snow covered scenery. “I came across Noire and Inigo buried deep within a prison of frozen water, so of course I helped them! It was… quite the adventure.” His lips fold into a thin line as he picks himself off the ground and brushes the snow off of his person.

Holding out his hand for Brady to grab and pull himself up, his typical smile returns as he speaks of the happenings today. "And then today, I just saved your life! That creature over yonder may have appeared as an ordinary cat to your simple mind, king of the salty seas, but I assure you that thing was ready to bury its horrible fangs deep into your skull."

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  † "Aw, quit it!" he retorts, furiously rubbing a sleeve at his eyes, and the pitch of his voice rises uncannily as he protests. There was no point in claiming he hadn't begun to cry, anyway, since Owain would just say otherwise until he cried some more. But he couldn't help it... the more he thought about the poor cat, trying to find warmth on this frozen ground, the more he felt his eyes water. And not just the cat, oh, but the flowers, too, the poor flowers, struggling to survive in this weather.

He isn't too interested in how Owain had met Noire and Inigo, more so than the fact that he'd met them at all. That meant they had to be here, right? Brady easily weaves through the theatrical jargon, and halfway through the story, he decides to sit up, resting his staff horizontally across his lap, the usual hunch in his back forming as he listens to the other finish up.

"Like I said, that cat wasn't doin' anything! It wasn't anything but a regular ol' alleycat, tryin' to survive out here, just like us." Despite his words, however, he still takes the hand that Owain offers him and hoists himself up, dusting any last, tiny bits of snow off of his robe in a similar fashion. Yet, if he truly thought about it, Owain probably knew more about this unfamiliar terrain than he did, but then again... the myrmidon did have a tendency to exaggerate things a bit. Once he uprights himself onto his two feet, his teeth instantly begin to chatter, and he glances around for other signs of life, rubbing his hands against his upper arms, to warm himself up. "Geez, ya think we could we get to someplace warmer than this, though? I'm freezin' out here!"

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A Tearful Reunion? {Closed;Brady

Owain has gotten tired of this daunting weather after the first hour or so of it occurring, so dealing with it for over a week has been incredibly rough on him. He has no idea how much longer this would last, and he can only hope it ends soon before it ends him (though he’d rather not think about that). Still, he was lucky enough to encounter and save some familiar faces he knew and find that another of his comrades had been brought to this city — that makes it quite a few, Lucina; Nah; Inigo; Cynthia; Gerome; Morgan; and now Noire. Who knows what other surprises this strange place would hit him with next?

But he barely has the time to think about that; he has to survive, after all, and sitting around thinking about his friends like that won’t get him anywhere. So as he treks around the vicinity of Sector 1, hoping to find anywhere to rest for the time being, something catches Owain's eye.

"Brady…?" He mutters this under his breath, unsure if that’s really the priest he knew and made fun of. But upon noticing the other’s rugged posture, his incredibly intimidating appearance, and the stave he carried around with him, the myrmidon decided, yeah, that’s him; better add him to the list, then. However, as he tried to call out to the healer, he notices a strange, feline creature nearing behind the other. It crouches, slowly a few meters behind him, almost coming in for the— ”Whoa, I shall save you!” Owain yells out, rushing over and tackling Brady into the ground for them to be enveloped in the snow and to confuse the creature.  Hopefully this causes the feline to somehow feel the need to just leave. "Try to focus, Brady!" He quietly whispers to him before jokingly adding, "This is the third time I saved a dear friend’s life, perchance I’m really cut out for this hero stuff, I daresay!"

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  † The misgivings that originate within him regarding this city soon die on his tongue, as he finds himself pinned against the snow, beneath Owain's lanky frame. He squints in surprise, as he glances up at the myrmidon's face, which is too close in proximity for comfort, to check that it really was him, and that he wasn't just seeing things that weren't really there. But secretly, Brady was more than relieved to see a familiar face here, even if it had greeted him by tackling him into the nearest snowdrift, nearly toppling his stave from his grip.

He turns his head fast enough to catch the cat leaping away, and upon realizing what had happened, his face twists into a scowl, although his attempts in shoving the over-excited Owain off of him are pitiful. "Gods, ya big, blabbermouthin' oaf!" He jabs his free hair into the air, pointing towards the exiting feline. "You scared the cat away! It was just struttin' around, mindin' its own beeswax, but then you had to..." And cue the sniffling, though if asked, he'd as easily blame it on the weather. "You had to go and yell like that!!"

But the rest of what Owain says piques his attention, so he decides to stop struggling and start listening, with the irritation on his face giving way to mild curiosity. "H-Huh, third time already? Whaddya mean by that...?"

[exaltlucina]

FE覚醒らくがき詰め by シジマ

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Yea, right right, I’d be proud of you too. I guess. WELL, in any case, glad we can meet in the middle and compromise my word choices here, which means I’ll gladly go back to doing just that.

Verily, I’d be more than willing to do so, comrade! In fact, we may even begin such a fine journey right this instant… If you’re not too busy or something. But I doubt you’re too busy anyway, good?

I trow Lucina and Inigo are still in the vicinity; of course so is the rest of my family… I’m sure your mother’s here too, perchance yonder. There’s quite a few of us here, I daresay, but only fate shall bring you and the others together, oh fiddlemeister!

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「 Thanks. It makes you just the tiniest bit easier to understand.    Nah, I ain't busy, really... so now's the best time for this tourin' stuff ya had in mind.    I'm glad I found myself a familiar face, though. Who knows what kinds of trouble I could've gotten myself into? I hate to admit it, but there's not much I can do with this wooden healin' stick... 'sides from jabbin' the enemy between the ribs and makin' a run for it.    Lucina, and Inigo, too... Damn...    Huh? What's with all this lofty sort of fate talk, you big-worded lump—?    Hey, hey, hold on! Why didn't ya speak up about Ma earlier?!    I've gotta go see her! Is she alright? Do you know where she's stayin'? 」

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So you’ve been hitting the book huh? Studying up on that vocabulary to make your mother proud, I see! Didn’t you also say my so-called fancy speech makes you wanna “slug me”?

Don’t worry about it, I can make it up to you later by showing you around or something. So, well a day! Looks like you’re gonna have to deal with my teasing for a bit longer.

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「 I did it once, just once! And I'll have you know, she was mighty proud of me.     Yeah, it kinda does, actually... But there's no point in sluggin' ya right now, especially when I could use some of your help. So I guess I'll have to tolerate all that thou and thee-in' of yours.     About that...     If you've got the time, I was wonderin' if you could show me around some day?      I ain't that dumb, you can show me the basics of where everything's at, and I'll be good to go.     Wouldn't want to take up too much of your time doin' old Brady a favor, right?     But where's the rest of us? Are they here, too? 」

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Ah yes how beith thou my good friend Perhaps your cheeks remain stain free now, but in a few moments or so I guarantee we’ll be swimming in the salty ocean known as Your Tears.

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「 Kinda confused, and a bit lost... Ma would've called it 'disoriented'.     You're lucky I can weasel my way through all that fancy talk.     Aw, gimme a break...     You ain't really gonna get started on all that right now, are ya?     I just got here! 」

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presider liked your post:twintailhealer replied to your post:Saber,…

doth my eyes deceive me or is that brady of the moistened eyes in the vicinity

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「 Your eyes are workin' juuust fine.     Brady here, yes. Moistened eyes, not quite! (Not yet!) 」

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