Never fear- Gatrie's here!

[singleniceguy]

((WHOOPS GUESS WHO FORGOT ABOUT THIS HERE ACCOUNT. WELP TIME TO GO INDIE NOW))

[singleniceguy]

[He had a moment of visible defeat on his face but he regained himself quickly, his usual grin back on his face.] What a lucky fellow he is! [Though you should consider being with me, hmm… I bet he’s not as powerful and courageous as I!] What’s your name, cutie? 

[fervidxtactics]

Er—My name is Allium sir. I have to admit, I don’t really have people coming up to me and asking if I have a boyfriend as a first encounter…

[singleniceguy]

Really? Well even if they don't ask, it's on all of their minds, I'll bet! After all, you are a fine lady! Where are you from?~

[singleniceguy]

deadlyadept replied to your post: Oh. Youre here.

... Nothing. Not really. You busy?

Not too busy for my greatest pal! You got something in mind?

[singleniceguy]

Ahh- what a shame! [Why did he get that response so often? One of these days…] Hmm… alright, cutie, let’s talk about you! You got a boyfriend?

[fervidxtactics]

B-Boyfriend!? You’re kidding right! Er…—-I mean, I am seeing someone actually.

[singleniceguy]

[He had a moment of visible defeat on his face but he regained himself quickly, his usual grin back on his face.] What a lucky fellow he is! [Though you should consider being with me, hmm... I bet he's not as powerful and courageous as I!] What's your name, cutie? 

[fervidxtactics]

singleniceguy replied to your post: Hey there, young lady! I’d take your tactical advice any day.~

I’m the one and only great and powerful Gatrie! [Cough cough] Let us be companions, then! Your sweet wisdom would be a step up from our ol’ grump of a tactician, haha!

Gatrie? I don’t believe I’ve heard of you—W-Wait! We just met! Wouldn’t it make more sense to talk first before we establish a friendship?

[singleniceguy]

Ahh- what a shame! [Why did he get that response so often? One of these days...] Hmm... alright, cutie, let's talk about you! You got a boyfriend?

[singleniceguy]

Oh. You're here.

Hmm? Oh- Shinon! What’re you up to?

[armads]

[Gatrie-Hector]

Hector stood in front of the barn with an unenthusiastic look on his face: he didn’t seem too eager bout the whole thing, too. …Do I really have to get in this thing?

He glanced at the crumpled piece of parchment in his hand, and snorted. Well, he did think getting a job wouldn’t be a bad idea. Having some cash wouldn’t hurt at this time. I mean, there’s gotta be something I can do rather than spending all my time at the arena, right? And the notice he spotted on the wooden board didn’t seem so bad at first: he could still remember some parts of it. “We offer 500 pieces of gold to the kind soul who would get rid of the wild beasts hiding in our family barn”, it said. “We haven’t been there much lately, but we’ve heard strange noises coming from inside. Please, our cats like to hide in there and we’re very, very afraid something could’ve happened to them! Our cats are irreplaceably dear to us and please see that they are…” and on and on it went.

Honestly, Hector didn’t care much for the cats—what did that have to do with anything anyway…— but hey, at least he’d get to axe some fiend head and earn a little something for it.

What he did not expect was to find an unexpectedly quiet barn: it felt suspicious, but… Looks like I got an easier job than I thought. And without much further thought, he slammed the painted doors open.

“All right, time for some good ol’ thrashing—”

But he couldn’t miss the twenty—no, at least thirty yellow dots eyeballing at him from a corner in the darkness. Fifteen pairs of golden little orbs following his every movement.

“What the—”

And then it— Well, he wasn’t too sure of what happened next. All he knew for certain was that he heard a loud catlike cry and then an indefinite number of jumping balls of fur ran him over. The next thing he knew, he was lying on the ground outside the barn and had furry cats sitting and purring all over him, complete with tails wagging and hairs. He even had one sitting on his face.

“—Mmmpph!!” He sputtered, shoving the cat aside and trying to get the hairs out of his mouth and face: they were red hairs. Hector looked at the cat he just pushed away: it seemed like it had a sly smile on him. …It vaguely reminded him of Eliwood, for god knows what reason.

Then he realized—He was covered in cats! He tried to move, but almost fifteen large fat hairy balls of fur were weighing him down and… purring loudly.

“Dang… Look at what I got myself into—Hey! Get away from me, you little pieces of…” but the more he tried to shoo them away, the more the circled and piled up on him. “—Argh, not the—Quit with the tails, that tickles—Hey! Hey!! Not that way! Blasted cat…!”

In fact, while most of the felines had chosen to…err, get to know the axe lord, a couple were walking away towards the town’s marketplace: not that he cared about all those walking masses of coats, but he wasn’t sure the barn’s owners would be too pleased to hear about their cats gone missing.

“Hey! Hey!! Someone get the cat!!”

[singleniceguy]

Gatrie walked with a euphoric grin on his face as he headed on his way to a barn on a woman's directions. The pretty lass was fresh in his mind as were her words- "There's a creature in my barn, huge and terrifying, oh I think only a strong and manly knight like you could take care of it... would you?"

Alright, his memory may or may not have skewed the words around a bit, but it's what she was obviously thinking, right?

Either way, he had to essentially rescue a bunch of cats. It was anything but thrilling, border-lining on demeaning for a skillful knight such as he, but if it'd impress the lady, he'd do it happily.

The mentioned barn came into view and he had to stop himself from tripping as a red furball zipped between his feet. "Wha-" he blinked, looking ahead to an unlucky cat-covered man before realizing he'd probably been trying at the same task he was set on.

Turning around, he looked for the devious red trickster that had slipped between his feet earlier, spotting it sitting on a fence-post some feet away, its tail swishing back and forth. It was probably just watching the show. He'd get that one, but first he walked over to scoop up another white one that had been walking away leisurely. It looked up at him accusingly and mewed. "Yeah, sorry," he muttered.

Gatrie took another glance over to the red cat, but it hadn't moved any, so he headed over to the disgruntled blue-haired figure, setting the white cat down before finding a hand in the mass of felines, pulling him up in hopes to free him.

"Are you alright?"

[singleniceguy]

[Gatrie-Lucius]

[singleniceguy]

loyalmonkofetruria:

The wild-life was surprisingly noisy around here. Lucius carried on picking the blackberries off the bushes, ignoring the constant flapping of wings and the persistent ‘ka-kawwing’. It had occured to him that perhaps he was taking the crows’ food, however there were so many bushes he was sure he wasn’t going to take too much. The crows would still have plenty to eat and he’d have something too. It was mutually beneficial.

Lucius turned when he heard a voice shout out. Peering round the bush that he was currently occupied with he saw a tall blond man wielding a rather large lance. Lucius felt it best to announce his presence before he was skewered.

“I mean no harm sir,” he said, emerging from behind the bush, both hands raised slightly despite the fact one still held the now-blackberry filled pouch, “Please stay your weapon.”

He had been expecting the rustling to be the work of an animal or a bandit of some sort- certainly not a pretty girl- so when she stepped out he had to gape for a moment before he regained his wits and carefully brought back his weapon. "Ah- my apologies, I didn't see you there!" he chuckled a bit, bringing one of his hands up to rub the back of his neck in a bit of embarrassment.

Surely his actions must have impressed her though- his readiness to fight was nothing but masculine! No he shouldn't be embarrassed or ashamed at all. He mentally reassured himself of all of this and put on a charming smile. "Now, what's a pretty girl like you doing out here all alone? It can't be safe."

[singleniceguy]

In which Gatrie is not fond of birds [OPEN]

In most instances birds were nice little things- they went about their lives, singing their little song and keeping to their business as they should. They were respectable little fellows, the natural musicians of the world, he'd like to think. 

But then, there were crows. 

Loud, annoying, and, unfortunately, intelligent crows. 

It was in times like these where Gatrie remembered his distinct disliking of them as a startling "Ka-kaaw" echoed loudly through the air and awoke him. His hand instinctively moved to swat the air near him, inaudibly grumbling something in annoyance. He didn't move or get up quite yet, though, still trying to catch the coattails of his sleep to grab at the faint lingering of the dream that he had been very much enjoying. 

Instead, "Ka-kaaaaww."

Gatrie could have thrown something at the fiend, but being awoken by the annoying bird was probably for the better, he decided, and finally opened his eyes, only to realize he really wasn't sure where he was at. He blinked a few times, trying to make sense of the trees around him. Had he stumbled somewhere drunk again? He didn't think that was the case- usually in such instances he'd have a terrible headache to attest to his drinking habits, and he'd never drank so much as to have a total void of memory, usually just a foggy haze. Not to mention if drunkenness was really the answer, there'd probably be a disgruntled marksman not too far from here.

Well, he guess he could check for that one, at least. He rose to his feet, dusting his clothes, and realizing, to his dismay, he didn't have any of his armor nearby. Well, at least he wouldn't have to burden himself with it, but still, it was always better to have it on him.

There was a a dock not too far ahead, a fishing port, no doubt, and more trees behind him. It would probably be better to check the forest behind him first, so he began walking, looking around, and also up. (He doubted a drunk Shinon would ever manage to climb a tree, let alone have enough balance to sleep in one, but the archer was a man of many talents and he'd certainly surprised him in the past.) After a while, he came to terms with the fact that he'd probably not see a disgruntled Shinon no matter how far he headed, but before he turned to head back to the port, a reflection of light caught his eye, and he rushed over to find his greatlance tangled within the bushes.

How had that gotten there?

It was a familiarity though, and he was happy for it. 

His happy reunion was short-lived, however, when the rustling of a bush brought him back to reality, followed by a condescending "ka-kaaw" in the distance, as if saying hey pay attention you unobservant fool.

Fool he was not! (Or so he'd like to dream, ahem.) Maybe it was a bandit- or just some rabbit or something. "Who goes there?" he demanded.