Kindness is Strategic and Necessary.

"Hello! You can call me Daedra. I serve under Chrom and the Shepherds as a tactician-in-training! Let's be friends and work together, all right?" [[RP blog for a Custom MU/Tactician from Fire Emblem Awakening // General OC blog. Other Media Verses Available!]]

[tactful-kind-daedra]

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[oneshotprince]

"Then, we'll do that. Pokemon are great subjects, even if wild ones can be a bit Skitty-ish," Trip noted.

Wait, would they know what Skitty is? ...

"Wary! I mean wary."

Was it getting late? He hadn't noticed, during all that time talking together, the sun had already been too low to cast light into the cave since he was led here, too, so he supposed it made sense...

Conkeldurr, feeling curious, also wandered to the mouth of the cave to figure out what time it was! Was it already night?

"... where will you rest? I--I do have a sleeping bag I can use, you know," he insisted, a bit worried he might be imposing.

[tactful-kind-daedra]

"They are, but they're also pretty receptive if you know how to approach them!"

Daedra seemingly missed his little word-play, merely assuming it as a mistake or perhaps a regional saying. There were many things that seemed to go over her heard like that, atleast since arriving.

"Though, perhaps it might be best to learn how to not draw their attention," she thought to suggest. "Afterall, the most natural pictures would be ones they're unaware of. I know a big thing for the Jubilife Settlement is capturing details and such of the Pokemon as they naturally are! The ones that choose to follow people -do- start acting different."

As the last bits of sunlight pulled back from the farther parts of the cave, Daedra wordlessly got to her feet and went about lighting a few strategically placed candles about the space. The cave was still warm from the day's heat, so a fire might not be needed like in the winter seasons.

Daedra only smiled again at his concern, once again waving it off before gesturing to a nice little alcove towards the side wall.

"Oh, I have a proper wooden framed bed right there~ I have a number of extra pillows and blankets for you to use. We can move the tic mattress more inside if you like. If you keep it there, you'll know right away when the sun comes up," she said in amused warning.

Not that it mattered in regard to herself, as she tended to be up that early normally.

[tactful-kind-daedra]

@aforgottenmercenary // continued:

"...No...Even if I try to, it'll pull me back in. I've been raised to be a killer, and I continue to be one."

"That's such a lousy excuse," Daedra tossed back, downright upset sounding. "It's terrible and easy and you know it!!"

She didn't know why, of all times, she was upset about it now. The redhead had heard it before: many times from many others in their proxy. Perhaps the constant battering of it finally made her hit the breaking point.

"If you're going to be so pig-headed and stubborn, then do so in the opposite direction! Maybe you will always have to fight--maybe so!! But--- you'll just roll over and accept your lot about?! When there's so much better in the world to have?!"

[tactful-kind-daedra]

@mhx-ver-ke // is a sad crockpot:

"...Do you hate it? Do you hate it like I do?"

She didn't reply initially, instead stepping closer to him from the side, as if to face him head on. She didn't. Still keeping off to the side of the blue reploid, she stooped herself a bit to drew her face close to him.

Ten loomed in as if she were going to make contact in some manner - the head, the cheek, somewhere.... but stopped. She watched him with her golden tinted gaze quietly. As if looking for something.

She always did strange things like that. Strange movements and unusual mannerisms that always hinted she was no robotic in any fashion.

"You had me fooled the first time," she remarked. "With your stoic expression and toneless words. Programmed - as you tried to deflect it as."

... A kiosk...

One could take her words as accusatory, but nothing in her voice reflected as such. No scorn to cast from her words. None.

"There is no choice afforded to you," she spoke up again. "In actuality, there is... but you won't consider to take the alternative. As the consequences of that are far worse than what you've actually chosen to do. .... I see, Maverick Hunter."

Ten offered nothing further, and proceeded back with her silent observation again. She hadn't directly replied to him, but she saw him. Though his metal plating and armors and sleek vehicles.

Ten saw him, and those bitter, biting claws that wracked at the walls of his most vulnerable parts. She was intimately familiar with such things.

Oh, indeed, she was familiar.

Her head jerked suddenly as if she made to move away. Her forehead bopped on the polished red gem set right above in his helmet as she drew back.

Had it been intentional, or a mere accidental contact?

[tactful-kind-daedra]

🪼 + { @mhx-ver-ke }

@mhx-ver-ke

Sopping Wet Scenarios:

[ 🪼 ] - sender finds receiver floating face down in the water

Well, this was embarrassing....

Ten was contemplating if it had been the right call to not engage in the spat earlier. If one could classify it as a 'spat'.

She'd adopted a bit of a habit to not involve herself directly when confronted with something 'out of her league'. And to her, two loud mouthed reploids looking for a bit of trouble were not league-qualifiers. If they were proper 'Mavericks' or not, she couldn't say... which is why she took the measure she did:

'Letting' herself drop into the waterway and let it take her elsewhere.

Did she need to remain face down in the relatively dirty street canal: no, but for her, it didn't matter which way she faced. She could breath fine either way, and truthfully, water was always a comforting place for her. Bobbed weightlessly or floating with deep currents; water was nature for someone like her.

Ten didn't get to ponder much longer, as something caught her attention. Picking up on noise and motion close by, she immediately jerked her body to right herself, setting her legs down into the water so she could raise her head up to see.

To an outsider, it might have looked liked she was the dead suddenly brought back to life!

[scrapmemes]

SOPPING WET SCENARIOS ( add + inv for the scenario to be inversed )

[ ☂️ ] - sender finds receiver without an umbrella and it's raining heavy

[ 🌂 ] - neither sender nor receiver are in possession of an umbrella and it's raining heavy

[ 🚪 ] - sender shows up at receiver's door soaking wet

[ 🏠 ] - both parties are stuck at either party's home due to a heavy storm

[ 🧽 ] - both parties have to clean up after a storm

[ 🔍 ] - sender finds the receiver trying to find something that has been lost in a body of water

[ 🚗 ] - sender finds the receiver and their vehicle impeded by heavy weather

[ 🏊‍♂️ ] - both parties go swimming

[ 🌊 ] - sender has to rescue receiver from almost drowning

[ 🚿 ] - sender walks in on receiver taking a shower

[ 🚽 ] - sender walks in on receiver taking a piss

[ 🏝 ] - both parties are stranded on an islet

[ 🪼 ] - sender finds receiver floating face down in the water

[darkraise]

What  a  sight!  Now  he  actually  had  to  hold  his  stomach?  or  whatever  fit  into  his  tiny  body  laughing  at  the  mad  scrambling  from  the  searing  demise  he'd  suddenly  conjured  before  this  poor  woman!  "PHHHTTT!!!  HIHIHIHI.  Okay,  okay  that  was  pretty  funny!  You  got  schmovement  like  a  Wimpod,  I  give  you  that!"  Still  no  intent  to  make  the  hole  to  hell  disappear,  however.  A  tear  was  wiped  and  the  heat  wafting  out  of  the  other  side  of  the  portal  was  almost  enough  to  evaporate  it  but  the  Pokémon  himself  seemed  completely  unaffected  by  it.

"Still  got  no  time  to  play  with  you  though!  If  you're  not  gonna  take  a  dip  in  the  spicy  soup  or  fork  over  some  valuables,  I  gotta  ask  you  to  leave  me  alone!  I'm  busy,  you  see!  Stealing  an  entire  cultural  heritage  site  isn't  easy  like  this!  Actually  it  really  sucks.  They  already  looted  this  place  anyway  and  I  have  no  idea  where  they  took  all  the  treasure...  "  Raum  lamented  the  lack  of  monetary  value  of  his  target  as  much  as  his  own  lack  of  power.  Nothing  he  could  feasibly  accomplish  here,  besides  yoinking  some  Goletts  as  workforce  maybe.  Would  they  even  mind?  They'd  probably  do  better  if  reprogrammed  to  be  some  killer-golems  instead  of  doing  whatever  they  were  doing  here.  If  it  was  guarding  treasure  they'd  already  failed  that  ANYWAY.

"...Like  back  in  the  day  I'd  just  go  WOAHHH  and  SWOOOSHH  and  the  whole  thing  would  be  like  FWOOP  and  gone  with  a  snip  of  my  fingers.  I  can't  be  expected  to  suck  up  this  entire  tower  like  this!  It's  gonna  be  like  one  of  those  brick-sets  for  kids  that  they  sell  overpriced  for  nostalgia  reasons!  I'm  not  gonna  put  this  together  one-by-one  elsewhere,  I  don't  have  the  patience  for  that!  Really,  it's  s  hard  to  whisk  away  a  whole  landscape!"  Despite  accomplishing  very  little  besides  complaining  to  Daedra  who  he  threatened  with  a  fiery  time,  he  just  didn't  shut  up.

[tactful-kind-daedra]

Despite her brain desperately trying to pull her eyes away from the fiery bottom of the ring, Daedra's vision was locked solid. Like a frightened deerling entrapped in the gaze of a famished serpent, she found herself unable to move. Only the occasional tremble.

The only thing that seemed to break the spell over her, was the sudden ruckus laughter of a mischief maker. Finally able to pull her eyes away, the blue orbs settled on the deceivingly innocent form of the ring bearer. They chuckled and chortled, almost rolling over themselves in gleeful laughter. Like a child so enthralled in amusement.

And there was that old saying: nothing more innocent and cruel than ---

Finished with their laughter, the strange being took a moment to openly complain of their 'woes'. Verbally.

Daedra no longer felt the need to stare at her one step from death below, and instead locked focus to what she could only guess as a Pokemon. Afterall, what other creature could be capable of such horrible wonders...

Still, no matter how childlike the being acted, Daedra really couldn't overlook its recent actions.

"A-Are you the one that made these portals?" she asked, noticeable quibble in her tone.

"Did you... did you do the same thing to those poor Goletts?!"

A bit more bite for that one, since it wasn't on her own behalf.

"How could you!!? They weren't hurting anyone!"

While many trainers might have considered the rocky ghost types a 'nuisance', all they mostly did was mostly lumber about. Many barely even engaged if you simple side-stepped them.

Even the 'rowdiest' of them didn't deserve to get dropped into a fire pit!!!

.........even if they were ghosts.

[mhx-ver-ke]

"Okay, I'm going."

Funny.

Her name is Ten, and his is X, practically matching up, which made him chuckle... well, if he could; mostly, it was the Zero program he'd put into his consciousness that was conveying it.

Still, he was glad someone like her was trying to look out for him, even when no one else decided to do it for him. Giving him a chance to be human.

"And Ten, please call me X. Mr. Kiosk is my uncle." ...Not it's not. Shut up, Zero.

[tactful-kind-daedra]

"Very well~" she agreed, ever so sweetly. "'X' it is, then. Since you asked so nicely."

Ten couldn't help but chortle at the exchange, but this sounded more genuine to an amused laugh. This reploid was still ripe for bullying, but she just didn't have the heart to be that mean about it.

"But remember--" she warned. "-that mantle is absolutely coming back if you start talking like him, again! Your dear 'uncle' would probably find it quite the honor."

Only just a little bit mean~ As a treat.

[tactful-kind-daedra]

Anger, lost, inspiration!

@oneshotprince

Childhood Memories Meme:

-( anger ) for my muse to discuss a memory from childhood that makes them mad

"You know.... I don't actually have too many memories of when I was mad." After a moment, Daedra thought to rephrase her answer. "Well, not quite that, I suppose. I know I did get angry from time to time, but I never liked how it made me feel. Plus, I was lucky to always have my friends or Pokemon to comfort me when I did. I suppose I just learned it wasn't worth it to stay angry, not when I could enjoy more pleasant feelings instead."

-( lost ) for my muse to talk about an item from childhood they wish they still had

"There used to be a concrete or ceramic statue on the side of my house that I liked to pretend was my friend when I was little. It was some kind of Pokemon, but I wasn't sure what kind. It didn't look like a Unovan one and it must have been there when the house was built, I imagine. I used to love petting it when I went by and I liked to talk to it before I got Lulu and Pendra. I still said hello to it even after but..... well, it suddenly disappeared after I went traveling with my friends. I came home for a check in visit and was heartbroken to see it gone. I assume someone took it, though I don't know the reason why. Maybe it even left on it's own since I was gone so long... if so, I hope it found someone else to keep it company."

-( inspiration ) for my muse to talk about someone they knew as a child who inspired them to be who they are, currently

"I still know them-- but my one traveling friend had always been a huge inspiration to me, ever since we were little kids. He lived next door to me and he had a lot of younger siblings; all sisters. He was a year or two older but he was never mean to me. In fact, he prompted me to do a lot of things I was too frightened to, assuming I'd get in trouble for it. I never did-- so he was right and probably why I always looked up to him for guidance. He was always that 'cool, level headed' and relaxed kind of person, though a lot of adults like to label him a 'trouble' or having a bad attitude. He wasn't any of those things, and he never let those opinions bother or change him. He always knew someone good and worthwhile. Though we've gone our separate ways as we became adults... I still imagine what he'd say or do in a situation. If that isn't inspiration, I don't know what is!"

[tactful-kind-daedra]

“ Can you stop pretending? ” The ram stomped her foot in protest of the gingers statements. "Either you have lost your mind to insanity or nothing. I refuse to deal with delusions….." { heeeeyyyy girl heyyyy~!}

@ask-the-havok-staff

"I'M HAVING A PERFECTLY REASONABLE REACTION!!!"

Perfectly reasonable as she cried and wailed and wallowed from her new faced predicament.

"EVERYONE IS JUST WALKING AROUND WITHOUT SHIRTS AND THEY'RE HUUUUUUUUGE!!! SOME ARE LACKING SKIN ON KEY PARTS OF THEIR BODIES!!!"

[mhx-ver-ke]

"That's....fair....so do I call you Miss Radio or Collect Caller? "

X tries to play this game of teasing, but it's as subtle as a brick hitting a wall.

He'll go along with it, mostly because it will be beneficial to have a Maverick Hunter alongside her, just in case the civilians get rowdy. He'll think of it as doing street patrol, if he's being a tour guide

[tactful-kind-daedra]

Ten makes a rather ungraceful snort at his attempts. Still, she appreciated he was trying. Honestly, she expected him not to be as receptive as he was; given his very serious demeanor of their first meaning.

"You can call me on the radio as you like, but I'm only the Collect Caller if you accept my charges," she replied with a playful grin.

Well, the only way he'd get the hang of the game was to be a good sport and have some practice~

"I think 'Ten' is an easy enough dial to reach me with, though."

As she seemingly got him wrangled to where she wanted, time to go for the kill. Ten set her hands on his back armor panels and encouragingly prompted him further and further towards the main entryway. She was pretty sure once he was out of the building, they'd be in the clear!

"Come on, come on!"

[mhx-ver-ke]

"But what if I get called in for a Maverick emergency?"

This boy has been too programmed on his work, that his social life seems to be nonexistent...but that's starting to change.

"Also, why do you keep calling me Mr. Kiosk?"

[tactful-kind-daedra]

"Just keep your comm-line open. Your good-looking Commander will be sure to keep you informed."

Simple.

"Plus, look at it this way: if something does happen, you're close on scene. How about that?"

Flawless logic~

"--and I'm just going to keep calling you that until you act otherwise~ It was the name I came to when you didn't give me yours initially."

Not that she had given him her name right away either.

[tactful-kind-daedra]

@mhx-ver-ke // is getting bullied:

"....I get days off?"

"I heard others talking about their days off in Hunter Base--"

She did not specify if they were human or reploid, but to her it didn't matter~

"So you're getting a day off~ C'mon, let's go! You can play a proper Kiosk and inform me of all the rules I'm breaking~ Come on!"

[velvet-voiced]

@tactful-kind-daedra from here.

"Hm. I don't hate that answer. I may hold you to it."

Spinel has already dealt with all the arrangements on his side. Commutation made with his team within Laqua itself, and an understanding reached for Exceed. While Laquium is important, the area was large and they needed to research it further.

The matter of stories, though...

"I'm afraid anything you see will be strictly for the company's knowledge only."

It's a fake sign of trust. Once her use is over, he planned to have Beheeyem erase her memories of the location. He would never take her word alone for something so important.

"At least that solves the concern of others believing you."

"If you're prepared, and if you agree to that...We may leave now."

[tactful-kind-daedra]

"Oh."

Her demeanor deflated slightly at that, but not terribly so. Daedra turned her eyes up with a small sigh, as if maybe in some part of her mind, she'd expected such a thing.

Perhaps it could have been seen as strange, given her general lackidaisy approach. However, Daedra was a very well-read person, and considering one of her passions was reading anything and everything, it did pop out from time to time.

"Oh, like a non-disclosure policy? I've heard and read about those, but I've never actually signed one before. Oh, was I supposed to, maybe?" she asked, almost painfully innocently. "I was a bit worried when I had my first job for Exceed I really didn't get to sign too many things."

"If there is a non-disclosure, would it be for a set time or indefinite? I've only heard of indefinite for very specific conditions."

[tactful-kind-daedra]

He sighs softly. "My apologies... My intention was not to make you uncomfortable, Miss Daedra." His voice turns soft, his gaze softening as well. "... There are forces in this world that... are best left to secret... is all I'll say... and yet..." He smiles weakly. "... I find I cannot leave you injured and bleeding." He observes the bruises themselves and he sighs deeply. "... What I proposed to use... Hmm..." He reaches into his bag and pulls out a folded leaf -- inside it looks like it contains something. "This... can soothe wounds and heal them to full in under a few days. It's... It is not something modern medicine can track." He shakily sighs. "I must ask... before I use it... do I have your discretion you won't breathe a word of this to anyone?" He searches her eyes with his own. "... It's not that it's a risk... as much as it would be annoying if people found out the truth of it." He continues to speak softly, shifting a bit. "... If you'd rather I not, then also speak your truth. I will put this away and we can forget as if it never existed."

"The injury isn't so bad," she tried to assure, casually swaying one of her hands back and forth.

Daedra was positive it wasn't broken. She didn't have experience with such troubles, but she knew they tended to be excruciating. One of those things that you generally 'knew' when it happened. She'd had painful tumbles long prior to this~

Regardless, the redhead offered no further objections. Help was help, and Kianga was a friend, so why should she turn his assitance away?

"I still don't understand," she admitted. "-but it's not that such a thing bothers me! There's lots of things I don't understand about the world. No one knows everything.... I can keep it a secret, if it's that important," she offered, honestly.

Daedra was a terrible liar, afterall. So it was just easier to always try and tell the truth.

"I won't tell anyone. Not that I would have anyone to tell, either."

[mhx-ver-ke]

Good info...and distraction too. Now he just needs to lure it close and trap Octorill. As he continues to blast out low-charged buster shots, he begins to pace over towards the beacon given to his helpful bystander, yet the moment he feared came to light.

Time Out

The White returns to the darker blue; his form ran out, and the slight lag he gets from exerting it was enough to get the charging Octorill the upper hand, slamming hard into X. He groaned, static erupting from the spot, taking some minor damage to one of the back vents. Thrusters down, the eventual E-tank will need to be used, but it was the momentum he needed to goad this Mav further.

X staggered to recover but rolled into a crouching shot, blasting him with another charge shot and moving into the main warehouse. No word from HQ on the Armor usage, so he's S.O.L. Fine.

"Alright, you asked for it now, creep!"

True to his words, his all-blue color shifted into a bright, flashy Yellow and Cream, firing out large electric darts into the octopus Mavrick and sending shocking currents through it.

He's gotta bring him closer to the trap, even if it means using himself as bait to get it done.

[tactful-kind-daedra]

With both reploids in the main work path of the dock, Ten had a perfect vantage of their confrontation from the bridge. There were so many alarms and warning messages popping up on various sections of the terminal, as clearly she was not fulfilling the designated tasks correctly. She did her best to not be distracted by them or any of the flashing lights and screen panels that were desperate for her attention.

All she cared to focus on now was making sure Kiosk didn't get bulldozed by the rampaging metal mollusk, or accidentally run over by a forklift...

Ten thought her eyes were playing tricks on her at first, as she could have sworn the initially meeting had her friendly reploid as mostly blue. She only vaguely noticed when she arrived that now he looked far more white, but then she was just able to catch his colors shift yet again. And here she thought the octopus reploid might be the one to have such an ability.

Sightseeing was short lived, as the octopus was giving his opponent of bit of a beating. It was so strange, seeing the multi armed reploid act no better than a crazed creature; more animal than a man-shaped machine. Once again, horribly familiar feelings settling in her chest, and having her hope this settling itself quickly.

Ten turned her gaze and noticed a sort of grid on one of the panels at her left. Based on what she could see from her view, it aligned perfectly with the conveyor belts and the pallets, clearly how the coordinators mostly worked the yard.... If so-

----

["Mind your feet! Keep off the floor paths if you can!"] her voice crackled in X's reciever.

Without warning, one of the belts behind Octorill suddenly reversed direction. The collection of pallets that had been set into place began to move along their track, hitting into others so that a wall began to form of various towers of crates. Another belt moved as more boxes swarmed in, once again the area filled with noise and confusion as an attempt to coral the raging Octorill.

Of course, storage crates would hardly hold back a powerful reploid for long, but if it made some safe distance for her new friend and bought him time...

["If you have to, pull back into the warehouse,"] Ten directed once again. ["I think I can shut the main doors to seal us in. Don't get yourself killed!"]

Ten wasn't sure if reploids could 'die' in that fashion, however, she didn't want to see him get battered and beaten up more than he had to. What was the point of duty if it just got you shattered to scrap....

[tactful-kind-daedra]

"REALLY---IN FRONT OF MY STEW?! YOU'RE GONNA DO THAT RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY STEW?!"