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I have no idea what i'm doing i have like................. ..... no muse for lucina
like i cant play her and its obvs by how wonky i play her that im like.. not interested. but uhhh I guess i'll try and play fe13 again later but I hate tht game with such a passion
Desertion [ Lucina/Azel ]
Though he was clearly breaking into someone’s garden, Azel had climbed over the fence and sat on the deserted swing. The house before him was clearly as deserted as the street outside it. The windows were boarded over, the chimney was smokeless. What was once a vegetable patch seemed to have turned into a small forest. Azel frowned, why? Where had the occupants gone?
He looked up when he suddenly heard a voice. A young woman had approached him. She was dressed bizarrely, almost outlandishly. She must not come from these parts, Azel concluded. Perhaps she was as confused as he. He cast his hood down so he could look at her better. She was being cautious, that was for sure.
"Yes m’am?" he inquired, wondering what she had to say.
The little boy wasn't as little as she thought. She thought he was a mere child, but he appeared older than what she thought he was, maybe around the same age as her herself, but she couldn't quite figure that out from just looking at him. She approached a little closer to get a better look at him, and definitely realized she thought wrong about him, although she wasn't as cautious as she first approached him, she was still a little wary as he wasn't exactly a child.
She thought on how to phrase her words, but there really wasn't much of a way to say them as in the end they all meant the same thing, all were the same question. The town was deserted, it seemed like life had long abandoned this place, it was distressing.. very.. eerily reminiscent to.. something she'd rather not state.
"Do you.. live here?" she started with, softly at first, "Where.. did everyone go?" she didn't want to force too many questions on him all at once, so those will suffice for now. Better to figure out why everyone was gone first, then why he was here later.
far from comfort [ Alvis/Lucina ]
Alvis took in the woman’s appearance quickly, indetectably. An odd sword at her side, and equally odd attire. She had a clearly noble manner of speaking and wore some manner of diadem — but what gentle woman would traipse about in the woods dressed like that? Another strange interloper in the woods? Or… perhaps he had intruded himself. These were not Belhalla’s woods, or any he knew.
Looking closer, he caught, at a glimpse, the different coloration in her eye. A mark of holy blood? She had some aura he recognized, something like his late wife and daughter’s. So much that it took him aback. Strange… this was all far too strange.
"Forgive me." He eased off on the tome, just a bit, quite conscious of that sword she carried despite her gesture. “I do not believe this is the same forest I began in. You simply startled me."
He bowed to the degree he guessed her crown signified. Perhaps she did not know he was an emperor — if not, he was surely far from his home.
Lucina quickly took note of the way red hair fell onto his shoulders, and how his attire was all black, gold lining the fabric, how he held himself and how he spoke. He seemed.. overly formal. He looked very familiar.. but, from where? She tried to locate a source in the back of her mind while she did the same for him, bowing in acknowledgment this time, as she struggled to recall the very familiar face before her.
She removed herself from being stationed directly in the bushes, dusting herself off lightly before standing up straight, eyes staying on his tome momentarily before drifting back to him.
"Do not apologize, I would have done the same in my position, it isn't very big of a deal." She commented curtly, smoothly. Her voice held no ulterior emotion aside from caution and formality, one would think she was just being courteous, but if you looked harder, she was being cautious with Alvis, remembering she seen this man's photo on one of Allium's Einherjar cards, Alvis.. was it?
She shook her head, a small smile on her face for her own thoughts confusing her, "My name is Lucina, I don't believe I remember these woods either," seeming as how they were in the same situation, she felt it safe enough to give her name, but not her title. "I believe we're in the same situation."
far from comfort [ Alvis/Lucina ]
Alvis, unlike many men of noble standing, did not care for hunting. His father had bedecked the halls of Castle Velthomer with the stuffed bodies of his conquests. Even when he’d been small, it had always made Alvis a little ill. He’d been glad to be rid of them. Now the very word “hunt" made him shudder, for reasons far more grotesque.
So it was that when he told the castle folk he was “hunting alone", what he really meant was that he was hiding. It was cowardly and frivolous, but venturing as far as he could into the woods with no accomplices, no party, no one but himself, was refreshing. He carried a tome on his person, half for protection — no one else might hope to rein in his son — and half to keep it from Manfroy’s hands. But other than that, he had nothing.
He ventured deeper than ever this time, his thoughts racing. It seemed the madness in the palace grew worse by the day, and he no longer had anyone, save his strangely displaced brother, to speak to. And Azel could not be burdened with all of this, no, there was no way—
Finally, Alvis realized that the woods looked… strange. Unfamiliar. Were these the same woods? The trees were of a type he did not quite recognize. The air smelled different, strange. And….
Behind him, he heard a rustle. He whirled to face it, gaze sharp, hands immediately snapping to the tome at his side.
"Who goes there?"
Lucina couldn't recall these woods. They were unrecognizable. She had no memory of this place.
The princess looked around, left to right. Great, she was lost in the woods, a woods she didn't know, with nothing more on her than coin, Falchion, and an elixir. There wasn't much one could do being lost in a wide forest. She put her hands on her hips and looked around again, trying to decide which path to take. Honestly, she couldn't remember where she even came from, and it was a little distressing.
Well, if I turn around and go backwards, maybe I'll come across something familiar, eventually. She thought, inhaling deeply, holding, and exhaling shortly after. Regaining her composure, she figured it'd be best to keep her head on her shoulders and try and get out of here before despairing on her lost location.
Turning around and walking the way she came, she felt the bark of the trees as she passed by, touching leaves that neared her as she went. Soon enough, she came across a clearing, shielding from foliage, but not invisible to spot.
Unsure of what laid ahead, Lucina took caution as she approached, but found it difficult to remain silent as she fumbled through a bush that made too much noise. Soon enough hearing a voice and a quick rustle of movement, Lucina looked up to spot a man, dressed oddly, with long, fiery hair. She raised her hands up in surrender as she seen him reach for something to defend himself, what looked like a tome.
"Peace.. I will cause you no harm." If you cause me none myself.
flowers and magic tricks; [ Anna/Lucina ]
Anna grinned at all the useless tricks, laughing along with the children. This guy was actually pretty good ~ he was pretty hilarious too. She glanced to the side and noticed Lucina standing there, not too far away. She slipped behind a couple people to stand next to her.
"Hey, I didn’t know you enjoyed these kinds of things," she whispered, smiling brightly.
Lucina aimlessly watched the magician, smiling at the atmosphere of the makeshift area, all the smiles got her mood up and she soon found her worries melting away. She hadn't noticed the movement in the crowd, and when a flash of red appeared near her rather abruptly, she flinched slightly, but calmed when she seen it was only Anna.
"I didn't either, I just came here to pass the time, and see what it was." she replied, her own smile couldn't be hidden.
flowers and magic tricks; [ Lucina-Lyon ]
Market places were good opportunities to find a dropped parcel or perhaps dodge through a busy crowd to swipe something teetering off the edge of a stall. However as he looked out for his next meal he noticed a large crowd crowded round some sort of booth. He moved closer and heard that there was going to be some sort of performance of tomeless magic going on. Lyon frowned. The only type of tomeless magic in existence was summoning and that was so spectacle anyone enjoyed.
Of course he had no money and could not pay at the booth, however the seating area wasn’t that heavily guarded. He managed to slip in at the back when no one was watching and stood there with an air of skepticism.
As soon as the show began it was quite clear that this supposed magician was no more than a jester. Still there was something quite amiable about the way he was managing to entertain so many children. Lyon decided to stay there for a short while. The market wasn’t going anywhere any time soon.
As the show started she stood still for quite a while, gazing upon the stage and a smile graced her lips as she heard laughter and silly antics go on upon the stage. It was apparently nothing more than just entertainment, silly little tricks anyone could learn by studying enough and spending time with the right jokester.
Lucina adjusted the crown on her head, stretching slightly halfway through the show. Upon stretching when she lowered her arms, she thought she saw a lot of purple from the corner of her eye, and she did. She looked into the direction of Lyon, and stared at him for a while. Lyon seemed in.. a little sorry state. From what she could see, he looked like he'd been though a little bit just from his face, his eyes looked tired, from her point of view.
She stared for only a little longer, but then turned her head back towards the act. She suspected such from this country, after losing it's king and everything going into a state of chaos. She couldn't deny she felt slightly sorry for the citizens, going through all that war hell and what not, but, pushing that to the back of her mind, she set her attention on the act to try and clear her mind of the doubt circling her head.
flowers and magic tricks; [ Ephraim | Lucina ]
A “magic show" was perhaps as far from Ephraim’s taste in entertainment as anything could be. Magic itself had never been comfortable for him, not even the friendlier light and anima, but since the war, his discomfort had grown into deep-set suspicion.
But the throngs of people gathered intrigued him for this particular show. He wasn’t quite sure where it was he’d ended up, but where there were people, there might be answers.
Hoping to be unobtrusive, he kept to the back of the audience. His regal cloak and gilted armor would still stand out no matter what he did, but he could at least make an effort to avoid too much attention.
A woman, perhaps a bit younger than he was but not by much, also stood near the back, wearing a crown of flowers and garb he didn’t recognize. Despite the odd choice of headwear, she carried an air of authority. She seemed the sort of woman who knew exactly what she wanted from life, and who wasn’t afraid to do what it took to reach out and take it. He was reminded, strangely, of his sister.
Careful not to seem too intent or intimidating, he approached her with care.
"Excuse me, miss — this may seem an odd question, but do you happen to know the name of this city?"
Lucina noticed something in the corner of her eye, some sort of fabric. She turned her head slightly more, only to come upon quite a regal man, not much older than she was. He had teal hair, from what she could make out, and seemed that of royalty, or, at the very least some form of military general. He was dressed rather oddly compared to what she's seen, but, not by too much of a long shot. His way of dressing himself seemed rather reminiscent to the olden days.. how curious.
She seemed a little surprised when she found him walking over to her, and in fact, looking back at her. However, she didn't seem the least bit intimidated, only a little surprised that he'd choose to come talk to her at a time like this, laughter and punchlines could be heard, so she didn't think this would be the best time right now for chit chat.
She smiled softly at him when he approached her, finally coming within speaking range. She didn't expect that king of question, and indeed it was odd, but she took it no more as him being a traveler that sought out refuge in this town.
"I don't recall the name, but.. somewhere near the border of Plegia, I believe. If you still need assistance, I'd be happy to help." She spoke in a soft voice, not to disturb the ongoing show.
flowers and magic tricks; [ Roy/Lucina ]
…..?
I don’t recognize this place at all.. Surely I was on the right track- Was I?
The red-head sighed a little, feeling a bit disoriented by all of this. The buildings and people, let alone the atmosphere itself felt very, very different. His eyes looked about for any sign of familiarity as he continued onward, but none appeared that way. However, sounds of a crowd could be heard up ahead. Was there some sort of event going on? Maybe Roy could find some sort of answer, though he didn’t want to attract much attention. His outfit stood out a lot compared to everyone else.
"A show?" He stood in the back of the audience, keeping some distance away from the crowd that were seated. What he saw was something he never exactly did before. The magician was using ‘magic’ without tomes of any sort- But it wasn’t any sort of elemental magic. Though hearing the children and mostly everyone else having a good time made Roy feel a bit happy.
During his watching of the various acts, he noticed a girl not too far from where he was standing. Dismissing the odd wearing of the flower crown she wore upon her head, Roy could sense this was no ordinary girl; She had the aura of authority around her, so asking this woman for information would for the best.
"Pardon me, Miss—" he spoke to the blue-haired woman in a tone enough for her to hear. “If you don’t mind, can you tell me the name of this place..?"
Watching the magician perform various acts around the children was amusing, he'd managed to pull flowers out of his 'wand' and release a dove from his hat, nothing extravagant, just enough to hear laughter and see smiles.
Lucina didn't quite understand the jokes, but ended up laughing at the punchline eventually when she got them. They were all the basic, childish ones, and apparently he was just a form of entertainment, I suppose that's why so many parents brought their children in. It escaped her at first that he was just a means of entertainment, but now she finally understood. Some part of her was actually happy she managed to convince herself to watch the show, it was amusing and refreshing, after all.
She heard clothes ruffling and footsteps walking towards her when the crowd quieted down, soon after, a light, but calm voice soon coming after. She turned her head to him, first taking in his strange garb, but dismissing it immediately. He must be one of those travelers, then. She had already suspected he'd ask her a question, but the name of the town was not what she was excpecting.
She tried to recall the name of the town, but she hadn't asked anyone in particular, all she knew was it was a convenient placement, somewhere near the edge of Plegia, something still alive.
"Ahh, I'm sorry but I don't recall the name of the town, but you are somewhere near the border of Plegia, does this answer your question? or.. would you like some more help?" She could see he generally looked out of place, so perhaps.. she should help.
Desertion [ Lucina/Azel ]
It might as well have been a mausoleum. Even the birds were forgetting to sing, the insects neglected to buzz and chirp. Azel drew the hood of his cloak over his head as he sat by the abandoned garden. He felt like he shouldn’t be here. There was something wrong here. It was a beautiful summer day yet there were no children playing. He was the only living soul visible for miles.
He jumped as the tinkling of a music box sounded from a house nearby before it was silenced quickly. Azel thought he heard crying but it too was silenced before he could comprehend its reason. He looked at the empty swing in the garden he sat beside. Where had everyone gone? How could such a beautiful day be spent in deathly silence?
Lucina couldn't help but feel a sinking suspicion in the back of her mind that this was somewhat reminiscent to the ruined future she had come from. All of the village was deserted, there was no one in sight. No matter how many times she called or screamed, nothing had happened, no one was around.
She let herself wander, being separated from her friends so now she looked for a way back to them. She had faintly heard the sound of a music box nearby, and then a cry. Shortly after she heard the rattling of chains and her hopes resurfaced. There was life after all! she ran as quickly as she could towards the source, coming across a swing set with a little boy sitting on it.
She approached him slowly, not to startle him. "Excuse me?" she called out as softly as she could, stopping in her tracks when she was a considerable distance away, she eyed him warily, but seeing as how he looked to be but a traveler, she didn't assume anything dangerous from him, but was cautious nonetheless.
aaaah.. i'm sorry for not getting back to any of you!
i'm a little busy right now and I don't have much of a muse to do much anymore, so you'll have to pardon the wait, please..
I'll get back to replies as soon as I can!
Doing something nice; [ Chambray/Lucina ]
Chambray didn’t bother looking over Lucina’s shoulder in fear, but he sensed….hesitation? It was unusual to sense such a thing around Lucina, as Chambray thought her to be the bravest of all.
Rising up to peek, he noticed the spider was coming, and fast. In a panic, the taguel pulled back, got on all fours, and transformed, pulling Lucina up by the scruff of her collar, he hastily tossed her on his back and made a run from the vile beast. With any luck it would be gone.
Finding a nice bug-free spot, Chambray gently tilted the princess off him and returned to human form, plopping on the grass and wiping his brow. “That was a close one, huh?" he smiled in relief. “I thouf it was gonna get us for sure!…So what did you need, Lucina?" he blinked, canting his head. Though she did show a weakness, the rabbit knew better than anyone how getting pried about it was annoying, so Chambray simply didn’t bring it up. After all, Lucina was still the bravest.
She shook her head and decided she'd just kill it. It was just a spider, wasn't like it was anything more than that. Sighing at her own foolishness, she was getting ready to walk and just squish it with her boot, but she heard.. a transformation behind her, sounded reminiscent to how the taguel take their form, and she was caught by surprise when something lifted her up by her collar and was thrown onto something rather huge and fluffy.
It took her a second or two to realize what happened, and when it did, she couldn't help but smile at him. She thought for sure he would have run away, but, being taken with him was an amusing surprise, still, she couldn't just let the spider roam around there and possibly crawl into someone else's tent..
Ah, it was too late, though. She was gently put down and she dusted herself off, pulling down her tunic slightly and adjusting her cape back to a comfortable position where it wouldn't bother her any. She watched him sit on the grass before looking around herself, seems like he took them a ways off... Perfect!
"We planned to spend the day together," she began, returning her gaze back to Chambray. "Did you forget already?"
flowers and magic tricks; [ open! ]
Ah, what was I suppose to get again? I should have brought a list with me.. what a fool I am for not having Azur write down what I needed! Ah well.. it'll come to me eventually. Now.. maybe a crown of Peonies would suit him? no.. I'll get him a crown of Hibiscus.. I think he told me that they meant Gentle? gentle would suit him more than bravery.. very well, Hibiscus it is! I surely do hope Azur likes them.. they arevery pretty...
Hm.. I believe I was also supposed to pick a few flowers for mother, but that can wait. I suppose I shall get her some daisies later. For now, I want to see the magic act that was set up not too far from here.. perhaps it'll be interesting?
Shaking off her thoughts, Lucina put the crown of Hibiscus flowers on her head so she wouldn't lose them, after all she did buy them for her little brother, so she didn't want to lose them. Walking away from the flower cart, only to return later, she made her way through the bustling crowd to the centerplace where the magic act would be held.
Apparently a magician of 'magical powers' without a tome had shown up and decided to put on a display for only a few coin. He got many watchers, a rows of seats had been set up for the audience as the closest near the magician had been filled with children and their accompanying parents.
Lucina chose somewhere near the back to stand, not feeling like sitting down, as she laced her fingers together behind her back as the magic act prepared to begin in a couple minutes. The rest of the audience filed in and found somewhere to sit as the booth to pay was closed as the session began, the red curtains opening and the magician starting off with squirting the children with water from his 'wand'. They laughed happily as the spirits of the crowd softened and soon turned into a joyous atmosphere. She smiled as the magician went on entertaining the audience, performing various acts.
bugs; [ Jerome/Lucina ]
Today was supposed to be calm. It was suppose to be a simple weapon check, to see if the stocks need to be restocked, polishing the weapons and sharpening them. So then why do I have a sinking suspicion it's not just Jerome and me alone in this room?
There's someone-- SOMETHING-- else in this room with us, and I can feel it.
I think I know what it is.
Lucina narrowed her eyes as she shakily reached for Falchion, glaring at the box that contained spare arrows for the archers. There was something that flew past her and landed behind that box, and she couldn't have seen what it was. She walked over cautiously with Falchion gripped tightly, her knuckles white.
Please don't let it be what I think it i--
A loud shriek could be heard from Lucina's position as she quickly dropped Falchion and ran away from the demon that escaped from hell. She ran through the weapons tent and practically tackled the wyvern rider that accompanied her, despising all bugs that flew. This wasn't the first time she'd been through something like this! and she knew that the only thing that would kill this DEVIL would be fire!
She practically ended up suffocating the poor wyvern rider as she glared at the bug that sat there silently mocking her on top of the inside of the tent. It was MOCKING her and she could feel it! if only she had Falchion to destroy that winged demon!
oh, please don't let father come in like last time!
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Doing something nice; [ Chambray/Lucina ]
The taguel turned over on his side on his bedding, grumbling to himself. Of course, he was bored out his mind, but he wasn’t about to be dragged into everyone’s hijinks that would undoubtedly end with him injured.
About to close his eyes and sleep, something huge and dark descended down inches away from his nose. Widening his eyes, he found it was a rather large spider. Chambray let out a shriek loud enough for the entire camp to hear, maybe even beyond that. The bunny scrambled up in record time and scooted out of his own tent.
“GYAAAAAAAAAAAH! GET IT AWAY GET IT AWAY THAT THING IS GONNA EAT MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” he whined.
It was not long after that Chambray spotted Lucina heading towards his tent. Not wasting any time or asking what she was doing heading to his tent, the taguel hid behind the princess fast. Lucina was the first person to gain Chambray’s trust and, he wasn’t sure, but friendship as well. If there was anyone who could count his life on, it would be the Ylissean princess. “H-Hey Lucina!” he chuckled nervously, still cringing behind her shoulder.
Lucina had barely any time to blink before she felt shaking hands grip her shoulders and a shaking body behind her. She blinked a few times trying to figure out what happened, but then it all connected together. Chambray was the one who screamed, and he .. must have been under attack! she quickly unsheathed Falchion, gripping the hilt with both hands as she positioned herself in a defensive stance, ready to defend the taguel as best as she could.
"What happened, what's in there?" she asked cautiously, looking over her shoulder slightly, determination in her eyes. Whatever was after Chambray wouldn't harm a single hair on him! she wouldn't let that happen!
Little did she know that it was a spider, she had assumed he was under attack by a brigand or an enemy, whatever it was. When the rather oversized spider crawled out of his tent, she felt the taguel hide behind her more, and she took a moment to actually figure out it was the spider he was afraid of. Well... it was rather large.. and.. heading straight towards them...
She didn't necessarily have to kill it.. did she? couldn't they just get her father or Owain even? i-it did look awfully fast.. perhaps th-they'll just leave it alone!
praying for serenity; [ Marth/Lucina ]
The cold floor feels hard against my knees, I chose to go without most of my armor in casual attire for today. There hasn't been many signs of distress around the outrealms lately during our shifting patrols, so it seemed like just donning Falchion would be good enough for now.
My eyes close easily, but, even so with my eyelids shut, my eyes blink regularly as the darkness is all I can see. My hands are intertwined together in front of my chest as I look up upon the colorful remembrance of grace, my lord, my savoir, my ancestor.. Hero-King Marth.
I can feel my eyes opening slowly as soon as light comes into view, first I see the stone wall that keeps the church held up, as my eyes travel further, the window sill comes into view first, then follows along the stained glass window, portraying my ancestor in all his glory. Although we've defeated Validar, and the peace seems to be restored.. temporarily, I know it won't last. I should be happy that we're almost near the end, that our troubles are coming to a close, soon with Grima in our sights.. but..
I can feel my eyes starting to tear up as I gaze upon him, he was through much worse than we were, yet I.. feel so exhausted, so worn and tried. I want everything to be over already, but, it's not and it won't be until our final battle. Everything has been truly trying for us, we've gone through so much; yet, our ancestor has been through much worse. If only I knew how he had so much willpower, so much.. so much courage and bravery, determination.. I.. believe I would feel much more safe consoling him. But-- it does me no good to whine about my problems, I can not give up. Not now. The world isn't saved yet, and I MUST pull through until it is!
The lord wipes her eyes as she unlaces her hands, making sure there was no trace of tears nor withering hope in her eyes. She gazed up at the stained glass of her ancestor once more, muttering a few words under her breath. 'Please, give me hope.. my ancestor, give me the will to keep fighting'. She stood up and took a few deep breaths before her determination returned. The flames of determination shown in her eyes, will not be drenched until Grima was defeated.
Picking up the sheathed Falchion from the ground and belting it around her waist again, the princess took a final breath before turning around to leave, not expecting anyone else to walk in anytime soon.
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