Random Scenario Thing

[forblaze]

0 × Recruitment. I want you(!) to join our army! Remember to always give in to whatever ridiculous demands they want. Alternatively, they've just joined the army and you're trying to make a good first impression. 1 × Shopping. It's your duty to make sure the army stays supplied some how so make sure you pick the best weapons and sell what you need to get the funds. Wait, no! You can't sell that! It has sentimental value! 2 × Watch duty. Morning, day, evening, and night; someone has to keep a look out around camp! You wouldn't want any brigands or monsters to sneak into camp and cause trouble. 3 × Training. Wake up, wake up, rise and shine, daisies. Lesson one: A soldier must have discipline and what better way to prove that than by waking up before sunrise for some intense exercise? 4 × Healing tent. You used to be a great soldier until you took an arrow to the knee. Injuries are bound to happen on the battle field so you might as well get used to finding the healing tent now. 5 × Benched. You haven't been benched! You're just… holding down the fort while everyone else goes off to fight. 6 × Romance. Is now really the time for a confession? Did you even realize you were in love? Chat it up and get those A/S supports going. 7 × Restoration. The war is over and as much as you want to relax, there's still a lot of work that needs to be done. 8. × Desert level. The sun is blazing, the sand is hot, it's hard to get around, and did you just trip on some buried treasure or run into a mirage village's wall? 9× RNG. Shenanigans.

Comments

[twitchery]

Gods. It's Inigo! [He's even horrified at the thought. (Especially, unbeknownst to both of them, the tent on fire actually was Inigo's fault due to a botched romantic candlelight dinner attempt.)]

[geronimoe]

...Right. [Way to go, Flower Man.] But even so, why look to me? What can I possibly know about repairing a marriage proposal?

[twitchery]

[To be fair it probably was something like this and he just went out to get some roasts and the like. ...maybe.] Well. I know manaketes aren't wyverns but I thought maybe you might know something? Look, I didn't have anyone else to ask. Lucina's busy, Inigo's Inigo, Brady would just start bawling, and we haven't found Cynthia yet.

screw game mechanics's turn rules

[taketotheskies]

Don't get me wrong, your song's always useful to us. But after you sing, you need to get out of there and wait in the back.

If we're talking FE10 Canto it works

[aria_ardeinae]

I know that, I've heard it time and time again! Believe me, I'm well aware of my damnable fragility. [ No he isn't. ]

[ A guilty look at Tibarn's wound. ] If I'd been the one to take that hit, I wouldn't be in a state to sit up and joke about it, that's for sure.

oh good :3

[taketotheskies]

Sometimes it sure doesn't seem like it. [puts a hand on Reyson's shoulder] No, you wouldn't. And I'd be really mad at myself, so it's probably a good thing I'm the one who took it.

continuity set \o/

[aria_ardeinae]

[ Isn't it supposed to be the injured party being comforted? Reyson leans into Tibarn all the same. ]

I still don't like seeing you bleed, not on my account.

[cornwell]

( He supposes even an Ostian thief has his uses in this army. )

If you want to demonstrate then you can keep watching.

( And stop talking, to be honest. )

[10000g]

( Don't look like that. It's for the better. His father travels through time only to find out his orphaned son is a talentless fool? He's spent too much time with his grandmother and not enough with his parents. And then he laughs. Yeah, go ahead and--... laugh?

He looks stunned by the news. He can't imagine grandmother being okay with that all. Even more, he's surprised to hear praise from him. It isn't something he gets very often and quite honestly, he doesn't know how to react so he focuses on something that isn't him. )

Mother was a sage?

[amplify]

— Ah, Robin said that he'd rather me on standby. Today's battlefield was on an open field with many enemy fliers, so…

[ she trails; she could see where he was coming from, but she wasn't necessarily happy with the outcome. still, it was a conversation not of high priority because —

… thanks, henry, for distracting her from what's important!! no but, it was her fault as well and she scrambles over with a first aid kit. ]

That's, aside from the point! [ even her words are managing to stumble along with her actions… she swears on her life that she's dancer. ] And, an axe?! Gods, Henry, that could be serious!

[ could be, because, again, who knew with him. at any rate please don't mind her incessant hovering. ] Could you take off your robe and raise your shirt? There's a healer, I think, that should be free soon that I could run for…

[amplify]

… Nothing at all. [ Her smile, while uncertain, is earnest. Her feelings are laid bare and she'll admit: ] It's simply a feeling.

[ She threads her hands behind her back, trying her best not to fidget in her spot. Her words are already soft as was, but that went especially so in their current situation. ]

That's why, if you tell me that you're all right once more, I'll believe in you. [ Olivia turns, to meet his gaze. ] Will you grant me this selfish request? … You're just as important to me as your father, which is why I must be certain.

[florete]

[ The fact is hard to accept to Mist, but she knows that was probably even harder, for Ike. Sure she had her own responsibilities, but none of it even compared to what he had to shoulder on top of their father's death.

Which is why that night, Mist shows up beside him — bowl of warm soup in hand. ]

Brother, you should at least eat something. [ She starts off quietly, holding out the bowl in front of him. ] … I'm not the only one that notices when you're away from the table.

[ In fact, everyone did; Ike's appetite was nothing short of legendary throughout the mercenaries, after all. … There was just some sort of general consensus to leave the two siblings as they were, until they recovered, or unless they stepped forward of their own volition. ]

[inhisfootsteps]

[Ike's head snaps up, he was starting to nod off when her voice "woke" him. He smells the food and his stomach growls loudly; it's a rare occasion where Ike isn't hungry, but that night his nerves were too bad for him to even think about food.]

Thanks, Mist. [he takes the bowl, sipping slowly, just to get a little warmth in him.] Sorry I worried you. Or anyone else.

Pelleas

[iwasnevertheirking]

[florete]

[ There's a small smile when accepts her offering, and she'll lean against his side soon after as an action of assurance. He wasn't alone; they still had each other and everyone else — Soren, Boyd, Oscar, Rolf, Titania, Rhys… that realisation was what personally kept her, going, and that wasn't even close to mentioning everyone.

Gatrie and Shinon's departures certainly didn't help, but she had to remind herself not to lose sight of those who were still around. There's a part of her too, that remains hopeful — that they'd one day return. ]

There's no reason for you to be sorry. [ Her eyes close, taking in the sound of the soft breeze. Along with her brother's heartbeat (reassurance that he really was there), it's soothing. ] But… I'm sorry too.

Inigo ❤ ota

[vapidfloozy]

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[vapidfloozy]

[Yaaawn. Watch duty. So boring, but so vital. Luckily for everyone Inigo, watch duty has a double function! You know. Watching-the-ladies duty. It's a hard job, but someone's got to do it.

Of course, it'll go easier if he has a wingman. Wingwoman. Whatever.]

Hey, Cynthia. Do you see that exquisite blonde over there?

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[vapidfloozy]

[Hey, someone's gotta buy the potatoes and armor fastenings or whatever. And what's more fun than shopping with friends?

A lot of things. Probably everything.]

I'm certain we could get an excellent price for that sword of yours, Owain.

[heybabe]

[ ...Simply a feeling, huh? Well, he can't really fault her for that, mother's intuition is something he just' can't defeat as it is. Then again, it's just that he's weak to girls whenever they drop their voice to a soft whisper and stares at him like that. Especially his own mother.

What? NO. He isn't attracted to his mother like that. It's just that it's kind of hard to lie when she stares at him the way she's doing right now, even as a child.

It worked way too well, and maybe that's why he's more afraid of soft women that hid a tempered steel beneath their kindness compared to those who are brash on the outside. ]

...I've been thinking, lately.

[ The conversation he had in the hot springs outrealm with Robin, for one. He knows that the man will welcome him whenever he has the inclination to visit, and of course, his own mother will say the same thing should he confront her about it. ]

About a lot of things.

[ But it doesn't feel right, the Inigo of this world has not even been born yet, and what if people started questioning about his resemblance when the kid has grown up? He didn't want to put unnecessary pressure to his family because of this. As much as he loved both his father and mother, he had to consider their unborn's child's life too.

Man, the other guys might smack his head for overthinking it, but he can't help it. For as cheerful as Inigo tends to look outside, he's a worrywart first and foremost. ]

[heybabe]

[ A grimace crossed over his face. Well, it was worth a shot. Now that he's lied down on the cot, there's nary a thing he could do than prepare for the incoming pain that's going to come when help arrives. It's not that he's not used to it, in fact it's the opposite. But that doesn't mean that he doesn't cry out whenever something is pulled out of him, or maybe when someone applies medicine to his newly-formed scar (that made him scream like a girl once, never again.).

Still, with Gerome in charge of the first-aid, he's not expecting much. Gerome's... not exactly the most gentle person of the army. But hey, at least it's... not... Henry... ]

Hah, great, and I just bought them from the passing by leatherworker...

[ There's a hissing sound he made as he cut off his chuckle from the pain that appeared as his chest heaved.

Or he might be over reacting, but who ever knows with him? ]

5! How's that bench, Inigo

[elucidatus]

[It's yet another battle for the Shepherds. This time, Laurent was left behind to watch the back lines with the others. He's mostly fine with the decision, as Robin's strategies were almost sound, but he was restless.

And so he walked from tent to tent, taking stock of the inventory they have--again--in case they need to bring out their spare weapons or their stocked up medicines. In fact, he would be more than happy to help find something for a soldier in the convoy. Otherwise, he would be leading people to where ever they need.

His physical skills were poor and he's not even an expert at magic like his mother. All he can offer was his mind and his sharp eyes to go with his average magic.

Laurent was over at the convoy again, when he noticed another soldier's approach. He turned and see it's just--]

...Inigo? Do you require something?

[geronimoe]

[Suave as hell.

But Owain is getting the flattest look right now.]

You surmised that just because I am learned in wyvern care, I would be more qualified to speak with Nah's parents. [You can't see his glare behind his mask, but can you feel it, Owain. Can you feel his contempt.]

Go find one of the elders in the camp. Your mother, for example. Leave me out of this.

[geronimoe]

[("Never again" are you sure, Inigo.) Gerome isn't gentle, but he knows how to treat wounds? If Inigo stays still, this won't hurt as much. If. Gerome spares a glance for that hiss, but otherwise works at peeling off his shoe.]

With the sort of wound you have, you may not need shoes for some time regardless.

[Thankfully, it comes off without a hitch. (Gross, btw. Feet are gross.) He'll get to work at the bandages.]

You were careless on the battlefield. I saw the whole thing. What had you lose focus at such a dire time?

[scholastic]

[He's cheerful enough about it, nodding simply.]

Indeed she is. Quite the talented sage as well; I've always admired the aesthetics of her spellcasting, something Elder magic simply cannot quite compare to.

[.................wait.]

You... you didn't know?

[They... how were they not around enough for him to find out that his mother is a sage? That doesn't--

Well, it does make sense. But not in ways that Canas would like to consider.]

[fightingpigtails]

[Well, even if she's more about training and learning how to be a hero, Cynthia isn't the kind to always sneer at girly things. One of her biggest heroes is her super feminine mother, and she wants to get her something cute as thanks for all she's done for her!

So she does her best to hide her child-like amazement at all the pretty things on display, trying to find something that will fit her mom. That cute necklace over here? Maybe the hairpin over there...?]