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Once all these bears are put in headlocks and dispatched of appropriately, I will personally see to it that Ike doesn't lay a hand on a single ounce of the bear meat.
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On "Firewood"
Once all these bears are put in headlocks and dispatched of appropriately, I will personally see to it that Ike doesn't lay a hand on a single ounce of the bear meat.
Save Ike or Mist from certain death?
"This is not a choice I can make without knowing the specifics… and it would be a hard one even if I did know. I would do everything in my power to save both, even if it costs my life!"
Give up Ike and let him die or Have Greil back.
((ooc: Those aren’t really conflicting choices there, but I think I understand what you mean, anon))
"I could never turn my back on commander Ike. No matter how much I feel for Greil… and furthermore, what would I tell him if I couldn’t protect his son. as my duty commanded? He would surely hate me for choosing him instead of Ike."
Cat Got Your Tongue || Ike + Ranulf
Ranulf exhaled a deep breath, finding the change of scenery to be beyond relaxing. Having not been in Gallia for almost 6 months since he received the news about Sharrmir had almost made him forget the scent of summer air and the feeling the cool breeze, absent for the Gallian jungle and forests. The air was dry, but in a pleasant way that made the laguz want to lay down and roll around in the grassy plains if no one else was around. "May how good it feels to be back..." he said in a low, soft tone and a grin on his face.
If anything else, it was rather nice to be able to walk through the country without a hood covering his ears. Almost everyone would recognize him as the laguz who was in charge of Crimea's recovery movement back when the Mad King's War had ended. However, Ranulf wasn't here on business for Gallia or Crimea. He was here to simply visit his old friend, Ike and the rest of the Greil Mercenaries.
Ranulf walked past the front gates, smiling at Boyd as he entered. "It's been a while. Its Ike around?" he said with a cheerful smile.
Boyd seemed to be caught off guard, almost like he didn't recognize the laugz until he shook his head and pointed to their main building. "Yeah! He should be in there!" he said, happier now. "He'll be happy to know you're here!"
"Thank you," he said with a nod.
"Soren!" The large male smiled and placed a hand on his hips. "I can't believe your back so early! I thought you might me out studying more before coming back to us~!" It was obvious that Ike was ecstatic to see his friend again.
He returned the jovial welcome with reservation, standing still with his arms on his sides, one arm clipping a tome toward him, and the rest of him seemed to be as still. The only noteworthy detail from his reaction was a small smile from slightly upturned lips. For Soren’s usual disposition, it was a large, glaring change that was both rare and real.
"I might be taking another leave of absence," Soren admitted. It took him much longer to review on his galdr than he anticipated and failed to meet the quota he had set for himself."But that won’t be happening anytime soon. For now, I am here, ready to return to my duties immediately."
[text] I can’t feel my legs
[text] are you okay sir Ike?
[text] should i go find mist?
[text] I don’t know what to do
[13:07] Hm? What are you talking about? Is something wrong?
[text] Accident? How is that an accident?
[text] I told you already! I was practicing Rexflame a little too close to the some of the tents. How was I supposed to know that Elwind would make it worse?