#abittersoldier

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abittersoldier replied to your post: //imagine if Rosa made cooking tutorials though  ...

hint: the reason she knows this isn’t because SHE screwed up, it’s cause someone else did, and she still laughs at them

[wanderingmercenary]

@abittersoldier Lawyer AU, as promised. Got an iPad and a drawing pen for it since I can't afford a cintique tablet.

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👊 ((Whoever is fine. Rosa or Connor, whichever you find more hilarious and/or interesting))

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      “He wants a death wish.”      “That, he fucking does.”

     Both the knights looked up from the floor, each of them with a hand to their faces and smiles across their lips.

     “I remember one other occasion years ago, when Willard punched me just like this.” Rosaline hummed to herself, reaching across the counter for a half-empty bottle of wine. She weighed it in a hand, before grasping it by the neck and silently marveled at how cold it felt. A human’s neck would feel warmer in comparison.

     “You should’ve finished him off then,” Connor replied, getting off the stool he sat on before lifting it up. One swing, two. Yes, good enough for a makeshift weapon to beat a drunk up. “Now we got this to deal with.”

     “Square up, Willard.”

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Something about this man was... offputting. And while Xen couldn’t quite put his finger on why, all that mattered was the sharp gut feeling that his liege should absolutely not meet the man standing before him. 

It didn’t look as though Tobias had any business with Raza anyway -- thankfully -- unless he was hired under similar circumstances as Xen himself had been back in his mercenary days. No, he did try to make it his business to know who Raza would be seeing or requesting for, and he didn’t remember hearing anything that would seem related to the Outsider.

Perhaps it was just his nerves. He was getting pretty old, anyway.

Realising he was probably staring at the man, he figured he ought to speak before he ended up in a fight. Though he wouldn’t have really cared if that would’ve happened, there were a few people who were adamant in making sure he at least tried not to look for trouble. 

“Aye, don’t mind my staring. I try to keep a lookout for some of the people who come by here, but you don’t look as though you’re from around here.” A quick glance at Tobias was enough to make that much obvious. “I take it you’re from a faraway land looking for mercenary work?”

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【 ♕ 】         Fionn offered a kind smile towards Willard, though it was filled with a hidden playfulness. As it always was when she talked to him. ❝ The seas are kind, as always. Are you still scaring children with how angry you look constantly? ❞

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           ☙ - “Oh Willard my dear~ You know what time it is, do you not?”

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Continued from here! (x)

        For a moment, Camilla had considered to simply turn on her heels, and letting the mercernary prattle to no one and nothing. As far as the princess knew, she hadn't been in charge of taking in conscripts --that much was handled by the Nohrian Army itself. Even when she technically had the ability to recruit whomsoever she deemed worthy enough, hadn't there already been an official way to enlist? 

        ...Still, as content as she was to consider his boldness as a lack of cognitive skill, comprehension and basic tact, one couldn't also deny that he could be a sly fox leaping at the many prospects that came with war. For one, Nohr was in desperate need for numbers. Surely, their rank and file were no farmers with pitchforks, but one highly-trained soldier could only take so many with him. With rebellions sprouting all over the nation like weeds, and King Garon implementing executions by the hordes, the army needed practically every able pair of hands. That, and it wasn't the first time someone came up to her with promises of excellence. At least he had the sense to treat her like a warrior, and not like a frail damsel that needed protection --many other hopefuls have lost so much, thanks to that train of thought. 

       "You needn't put yourself on sale, soldier. Like everyone else, you only need to head over to the mess hall to officially enlist into the Army," She cooly said, assuming an air of indifference. "Any man can lay down their swords; Come to me again when you've earned enough merit for all to see."

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"Oh, you're a tiny little thing aren't you. You wouldn't happen to be Princess Elise of Nohr, would you not? I've heard-" the man let out a pained cough as he clutched a clearly limp and broken arm with his good hand.

       “Uh, yeah, that’s me!” Elise stared at the man, slightly dumbfounded, as his casual words contrasted so potently with his wounded condition. “Hey--let me help...” She stepped in as the man cut off, readying her staff. “Sooo, let’s get you fixed up, okay? Who are you, anyways?”