@bookoftriumph replied to your post “WHY IS THE FLOOR GLOWING”
Kliff: "Alm, that's like asking why a huge majority of things in this world are glowing. There is nothing unusual in this world anymore and a glowing floor shouldn't surprise us anymore." Kliff stop breaking the fourth wall.
“IT’S DIFFERENT, KLIFF.”
“THE FLOOR IS GLOWING LIKE RUNES READY TO ACTIVATE, IT’S A TRAP!”
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There are times where Conrad is himself, and times where he isn’t. Unfortunately for everyone near him right now, the poor prince has just faded into one of the latter times. While the summoner prevents him from attacking anyone, he’s not exactly pleasant to be around.
{CONRAD} ---- “Whatever could you possibly be bothering me about now? Speak now or incur Lord Duma’s wrath.”
And unfortunately for Kliff, he’s near Conrad during one of these times.
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As much as she was getting used to Yato- even if the grip was starting to feel natural in her grasp, that the balance was just a bit off compared to what she was used to -she had no shame in pursuing a few of the other weapons the order had to offer!
She grabbed a silver sword, striking a daring pose with a large grin. “Kliff! What do you think?”
“Are you a mage of sorts... you are holding a tome.”
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" ah. Sir Kliff. " There was a slight rise in his voice from pure surprise. A delight to see any of the many heroes brought in by the summoner even if it was not an area they would be seen normally. Alfonse smiled brightly as he slowly closed the distance, a hand flicking the cloak back over a shoulder.
" Is there anything you need ? If there is a problem you heroes face we are happy to assist. "
@bookoftriumph sent: to faye: 👀 + "Would it trouble you so much to maybe go..." he couldn't outright say date as he also didn't want to make his own feelings as obvious, "Go on... a stroll to an opera with me! There's an opera and we can hope no one tries to kill us on our way there!" Good job with your words, Kliff. ( 100% honesty. )
“ an opera...? ” faye blinks a few times, staring dumbly in reaction to kliff's proposal. it takes a few moments for the question to fully be processed by her, but when it does, she looks incredulously at him. “ wait, are we not even going to watch the opera?! gosh, i don't even know if either of us can afford a ticket! ”
but she looks down at her feet, twiddling her thumbs together.
“ well... even if i really would love to go see the show, i guess i won't say no to a stroll. even if you are asking about it really weirdly. ” she can’t help but grin as she says it, perhaps a bit at kliff’s expense. but in a moment, she is as fiery as she ever is: “ but we're NOT getting killed on it! i've been working hard to be just as tough as gray, you know! though what kind of route are you planning if you're expecting enemies to ambush us, huh? ”
bookoftriumph for Faye: Runs towards her with a 🌹. However... As he was running, he ended up tripping, and Gray and Tobin are totally not laughing at him somewhere within the distance now. While Kliff's face was now on the ground, he proceeds to hold up the now ruined rose anyways, feeling ashamed for tripping. "...I got this for you. I thought you liked flowers."
valentine’s day prompts
send 🌹 to give my muse a rose
“ kliff! ” faye calls out by instinct on seeing him stumble. it’s said too late though ( as if anything she could’ve said would’ve have prevented it ) and she winces at the sight. it turns to a clicking of the tongue and a shake of the head when she spots gray and tobin off in the distance. boys will be boys — especially them.
she disregards them after a quick glare and then turns her attention back to the mage, crouching down to better meet his gaze. the flower in his hand is crumpled, and one of the petals have fallen off. it reminds her a little of her own clumsy luck in love, and although it’s not perfect or whole anymore, she still reaches her hand out and takes the rose, holding it fast to her chest.
“ i do. i really, really do. ” she admits. “ they’re always really pretty. i’ve always wanted to be like one, you know. ”
her face is tender as she speaks, and after a few moments, she offers her other hand to kliff. “ come on, get up. i think i saw the other guys laughing at you. let’s beat it out of here before they get any funny ideas. ”
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she had set out on this war-torn path for two reasons: to chase away the fear that she might be condemned to loneliness and to protect the friends that she held dear even if she didn't always coat every word to them with sugar. kliff dying here, dying possibly for her...
oh, she was doing a terrible job at both of those reasons, wasn't she? her hand reaches out, pausing when she realized she was reaching for the wound. her eyes begin to water and she bites her lip to try and stop it from quivering.
not now. not now. she furrows her brow, trying her best to muster up a brave face and then reaches instead for his uninjured arm, dragging him to bound after her off the battlefield. “ f-fine! but don't you dare leave me for one second, buster! ”
