#he uh...

[sssssnakes-and-ssssseekers]

That is certainly one way of looking at events, Commander

[glasspostings]

*gestures vaguely in wilbur’s direction*

he uh..

He ok?

[djbop]

The Rift Warden ummm...

[gallantgautier]

⚔️ "C'mon, Sylvain! Show me what you got!"

Oh no. Oh no, Sylvain was not prepared for this. He’s only wearing shorts! He’s vastly unprotected! Not to mention unarmed. But Sharena looks so sweet and determined and he just doesn’t have the heart to let her down.

So, he reaches out for something, anything, to use as a weapon. His hand closes around an odd texture, springy yet firm, will probably do for a spar, though he doesn’t really look at it as he charges to meet her.

His mistake. And no doubt it will cost him.

“Come at me!” Sylvain yells back in challenge, grinning, as he gives his weapon a great swing, aiming for Sharena’s shoulder.

And watches in confused horror as he sees the long red thing bend and wobble through the air. He almost drops it, would have if he weren’t squeezing on one end so hard to try and figure out what it is. In the end, it ends up harmlessly tapping Sharena’s shoulder with a light fwap noise.

“...Uh...”

[rise-above-the-grave]

That awkward moment when you create a character that you absolutely adore. And then you realize you have to kill them.

CURSE YOU REDHORN INCIDENT. SERIOUSLY I HATE YOU SO MUCH.