#baron fredrickson

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♡ + Aven-of-Astora

"I," Baron started. "Have no clue who this fellow is."

Regardless, he went off to hunt for Aven. Whoever or wherever he is.

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☭ ( Gough and Priscilla )

((*Cracks my fingers* Let’s go with Murdo for Gough, aaaaand because they have acquainted before, Baron and Priscilla.))

Murdo and Gough

Battle Intro:

“Whoa there big guy! You’re going to end up crushing me if you keep swatting your big meaty hands around like that! … I aught to teach you a lesson.”

Victory:

"Now, see? Just because you’re a giant doesn’t mean you can go around trying to squash people." Murdo grinned, tauntingly patting Gough’s helmet. Mainly around the sap-crusted visor. "Now, let’s get you patched up big guy."

Defeat:

"That… Th-That was a very bad idea! Alright, I yield! Just… Stop damnit!"

Requesting Assistance:

"Feel like using that bow of yours! Or better yet, just crush them already!"

Assisting Your Muse:

"C’mon big guy, I got your back. Just keep firing arrows."

Taunt:

Murdo simply held up his four-fingered hand. “How many fingers am I holdin’ up, big guy?”

Reacting to Taunt:

"I am sorry, do you want me to break that pretty big bow of yours? If not, then shut the fuck up!”

And now, for Baron and Priscilla.

Battle Intro:

"Hmph! And here I was, thinking that we where friends! You deities, you are all the same!" Baron spat, quickly drawing his long sword and taking his catalyst out. "Steel yourself, Priscilla. For I will not spare you!"

Victory:

"Hah… I’ll give you, one more chance at redemption, halfbreed." Baron huffed, sheathing his blade. Though, not before wiping the blood off on Priscilla’s tail. "Get out of my sights. I… I need a strong drink."

Defeat:

"Rgh…" Baron grunted as he tried getting to his feet, only to crumple down on one knee. "S-So that’s why you’re called ‘The Lifehunter’… Fitting."

Requesting Assistance:

"I’d appreciate it, if you would stop disappearing and help me! 

Assisting Your Muse:

"Do try and fend for yourself! I am only mortal! I can’t take a lot of punishment!"

Taunt:

"Come on, Half Breed! Show me what you got!”

Reacting to Taunt:

"Come on, you call that an insult! I’ve heard better insults from the Hollowed Undead!"

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Ghost, Shapeshifter, Mermaid, Witch

wHY

Ghost: Do you have any regrets?

Abigail didn’t exactly seem to change in terms of posture nor expression. However, if one where to look close enough, they would be able to see the grip upon her staff tighten to an extent, the sagged skin bunching together in folds.

"In my long life," She started. "I have done many things. Some things amazing, such as pursuing magicks to a powerful degree. Some things horrid, such as… Well, I have had to take a life many times. Of course, such things are to be expected."

"… However, there is something I regret deeply. Something that I will never be able to forgive myself for no matter how hard I try."

Shapeshifter: What would you change about yourself?

"Well…. That is an odd question." Valor said, idly scratching the back of his neck. "There is truly not much I can really change about mineself. I art stuck with what I have. There is nothing I can really change much even if I wished to. Purely because… Well…"

"I art happy with how I am the now."

"… Though to answer your question, if I had to chose… Possibly the colour of mine hair. Just to have a difference from the norm."

Mermaid: How far would you go to keep the one you love?

Baron merely folded his arms, a light grin upon his face. “Well, assuming you are talking about Terres… I would pretty much do anything for him. I honestly do mean everything. I would aide him in some of the tasks he performs for Covenants. I would certainly acquire humanity for him, should he need it.”

"…. As well as more personal things." The Undead Sorcerer merely flashed a quick grin. "Though I am certain that you would not be interested in such things~"

"Regardless, I’d do anything for Terres. Anything."

Witch: If you could change one thing about the world, what would it be?

"Well," Curtis started, rubbing his hands together. "You, have no idea how much I have been thinking about this. See, if The Resistance ever managed to triumph over The Government, which I hope to be soon, I would certainly propose a few things."

"Although I would very much like to find out more about the old world of ‘Magicks’ and ‘Dragons’, I think there are a few priorities that must be taken care of in order to benefit the survival of all that remains of the Farlands."

"So, if I could change anything…. First thing’s first, cure the Gas Lands of its toxicity. The Wastelands are not too bad. But the Gas Lands? That needs to be taken care of post haste."

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Terres appears with a flower; it was small, and a faded blue color. "Uhm... I found this, a-and thought maybe you'd like it, since there aren't many flowers left in Lordran." He sheepishly hands it to Baron, cheeks gaining a light pink hue. "I-I apologize, tis probably a bit... dumb."

Baron blinked a few times as he listened to Terres’ explanation, looking from the thief to the lightly coloured flower in his hands… It was, well…

For lack of better words, Baron was moved. To think, Terres went out of his way to find a flower in Lordran, known for its deadly lands. For him, of all people.

With a smile, Baron leaned in and pressed his lips to Terres’ own, taking the flower in the process. He allowed the kiss to linger for a while, before pulling back with a smile.

"Thanks, Terres… It… It means a lot."

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Why so serious?

"Eheheheh… Did I mention I wasn’t always so skilled with sorcery?" Baron asked as he tugged off the leather gauntlet upon his right hand. Flexing his fingers that where free of the tough leather, the Undead Sorcerer showed what appeared to be… Slightly purple marks, of sort. As if they resembled frost bite.

"I got this when I first attempted a Soul Spear…. It, uh… Ended pretty badly."

With a shrug, he fixed the gauntlet back on with a shrug. “But I am skilled with casting now. I’ll be fine.”

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"Baron, what... what's this thing?"

Baron blinked his eyes a few times. “Eh?”

It took him a moment to figure out what Terres was talking about. The dagger at his belt, surely. Taking a few moments to undo the leather strap which held it in place, Baron drew it from his belt.

"It’s a dagger. From a Magic Smith." 

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Oops! [ is this still a thing am i too late asdfgh ]

Not in the slightest!

8. Your character walking in on mine in a revealing costume.

…. wELP

"Ah, dearest!" Baron said, slowly walking over to Terres. The knight was clad in the dark blue robe of his Sorcerer’s cloak…

… And only that…

"I’ve been waiting for you, my dashing rogue~" Baron said with a light grin as he quickly wrapped his arms around the Thief’s neck. "I’ve been wanting to… Well, show you something, if you catch my drift~”

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◊ (Zero's on her way to steal yo men. :I)

(YOU ALREADY HAVE ENOUGH FOR YOUR HAREM ZERO)

"… She has a Harem, hmmmm?" Baron asked with a light grin. "Consider me sold."

(Now look what you did, Eury.)