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.

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[redrobbinghood]

Now, I could, but I like to think of this as an opportunity for us to get to know each other better, milord. [Dazzling smile. Utter (faked) sincerity. Totally cheery.

Right. Moving on with a less saccharine tone.] We barely had a chance to speak since you joined the troop.

[vapidfloozy]

No earthly price? I don't know, I'd say... [He eyes Owain's precious partner fang.] Maybe 800 gold.

[Yeah, that sounds about right.]

Just think how many drinks that could buy for an evening out with a couple of lovely ladies! I'd even let you tag along, I guess.

[vapidfloozy]

[Of course it's a delight to take any fair maiden to tea... all right, well, truthfully it's a delight not to be slapped or turned down, but that's not the point. It would be nice no matter what, but with Lucina? That, Inigo never expected, which makes it all the more precious.

As a gentleman should (he's pretty sure) Inigo shows up at the entrance to Lucina's tent, ready to accompany her for a fine evening. He's not nervous, no, not at all. He only dropped the flower he brought about seven times, which means he isn't in the least nervous.]

Lucina? Are you ready?

[She might be more ready if he hadn't come fifteen minutes early, but that's beside the point.]

[vapidfloozy]

[Critical hit straight to the ego! 58 points of damage! Can Inigo shrug it off?

...sure. For now. Probably. He grins.]

So you've got an in with her! Great. Go over and talk me up a little, won't you? Tell her about my stunning good looks and smooth charm!

Re: 3

[theaxeffect]

[ And that's great. That's awesome. Vaike is flattered that Lon'qu's using the moves he personally taught Chrom (except not really). But is he as good as Chrom? Only one way to find out. ]

SNEAK ATTACK!

[ That, despite its name, wasn't very sneaky at all. ]

[theaxeffect]

[ The Vaike won't judge if his son decides to cry, but the healer's healed him up good and most of the damage was dealt on his sparse but sturdy armor. ]

Aw, ya ain't got to worry about it. [ He sits up, wincing a little, and stretches out his arms. ] Your mother knows her way 'round a staff.

[ He means heal staffs of course. Son, someday The Mighty Vaike will teach you about women and how to secretly watch them bathe, but now is not the time. ]

[geronimoe]

[The fork pauses in midair just before Gerome can take a bite.

He looks down at the slice. Thank gods he's wearing this mask. But all in all, the cake looks harmless enough. Good, even. But Owain really made this?

Regardless, Gerome would feel bad if he didn't eat it. He lowers the fork to speak.]

I... had no idea that you knew how to bake.

[geronimoe]

[Both Gerome and Minerva greet her with a gentle bow of their heads, Minerva with a short, low, but content rumbling and clicking in her throat. She's saying hello, but Gerome feels no need to translate.]

Certainly not. [Oops, he said that way too fast. He clears his throat.] I mean, no. In fact, the coordination between you and Minerva in our battles is striking. So I'm here to ask a favor.

[Playing a married couple, but Gerome still speaks to her like a diplomat. Super smooth. This is exactly how you pick up chicks.]

Re: 3

[leftinshame]

[Somehow, Vaike doesn't end up with his head on the ground. Somehow. Lon'qu whirls around and stays his hand just in time, giving the other man a dirty look.]

Didn't anyone ever teach you not to startle someone holding a sharp object.

[staymyswordhand]

I don't doubt Mother's incredible healing skills for one moment! But you were still quite reckless out there, as always. Why, I'm surprised Mother's not in tears by this point! [He knew that. He's not Inigo, for crying out loud!]

[savingthefuture]

Almost. [She fixes the hairpin Severa made her wear; Severa may not think much of Inigo but a date is a date in her book. So Lucina's actually wearing a skirt. Nothing super fancy, but not as gender-ambiguous as her usual outfit. She opens the flap of the tent and steps out slowly, her heart hammering in her chest. It's Inigo, why are you so anxious?]

[taketotheskies]

I got him good, didn't I? [laughs, running a hand through Reyson's long hair] Anyone who tries to hurt you has to answer to me. [Especially certain crows with stupid blue hair who keep betraying the party.]

[twitchery]

Where would you even get the ladies? [And if it's people they know couldn't they just do something else?]

[twitchery]

I didn't! I had my mom help me. [And there's a pause.] And she had some help...

[Yeah, the look on Laurent's mom's face before she ultimately stepped in is something he remembers. It is engraved upon his soul. Just her reaction upon seeing their culinary carnage.]

[aria_ardeinae]

[ He wouldn't take that kind of talk from anyone but Tibarn. ] As long as I stay by your side, you'll have plenty more of that to answer. [ Said half ruefully and half proudly - being such a frequent target must mean that his galdr's a serious threat to the other side. ]

[geronimoe]

[Ah. If Lissa and another adult had a hand in it, it should be fine, right....

But just in case. Gerome shakes his head, reaching for the other slice.]

Minerva cannot eat chocolate. [He pushes the plate back towards Owain.] You are free to consume this cake on her behalf.

[AKA if Gerome's going down then so are you.]

[twitchery]

...are you sure? [Suddenly he has less faith in his offering. Fortunately he managed to keep from recoiling in horror, but...less faith. Trusting his stomach to the cake seems perilous.

...as does waking Minerva, she seems asleep.

...crap.]

[geronimoe]

Completely.

[Don't think he doesn't see that hesitation. You dug this hole, Owain.]

[twitchery]

[Deep breath. Reaches for the cake. Takes it, hesitantly. Mutters something almost completely under his breath about heroes and challenges and not backing down from them. He's girding his loins, at least metaphorically because doing it literally would be weird right now.

And then a fork of cake is scooped up and he stares at it and sees within it his doom. It goes inside of his mouth.

He has a very weird expression upon taking a bite. He is unsure.]

[naw]

[oh Gerome, that's no way to speak to your pretend wife. the corners of Nah's mouth quirk up in a small, small, smile and she folds her hands behind her back.]

A favor, hm? I suppose I could spare a favor for my dear spouse. [and Minerva. fellow draco and whatnot.]

So what is it?

[geronimoe]

[...A blush rises up Gerome's neck. He swallows, as if that would bring the blush back down. My dear spouse. Ahem.]

Minerva is a formidable force in battle as is, but I am interested in seeing how a Manakete's fighting techniques may strengthen her abilities. Would you be alright with teaching us in an extra training session, perhaps?

[geronimoe]

[Gerome brings his fork back into his hand, the little bit of cake brought up to his mouth, but he's hesitating himself. Not just because of his skepticism either. Owain is making the most bizarre-looking face, just before he finally eats it.

Well. Bottoms up. Gerome steels himself and opens his mouth again before closing it around the bit of cake.]

not really good.

[heybabe]

[ Well, considering he had taken an arrow to the knee literally just the other day, all he's doing right now is just limping towards Laurent with a determined look on his face. Something that's... pretty uncommon outside of battles and the time he expresses his desire to court a girl (which is every so often, really.) Still, it looks like it's pretty serious. ]

Yeah, uh, have you seen one of my swords?

[ The worn one he rarely uses unless they're in a dire situation. ]

[heybabe]

[ Chalk it up to Robin's judgment, he's... not the one calling shots here after all. ]

Oh, if it isn't the Dark Hero. Your father put you in a time-out again? Or is it your sword hand causing problems this time?

[heybabe]

[ This is Inigo you're talking about, staying still is just as hard as Owain's sword-hand 'staying down'. Still, Gerome's work did leave him in silence as he's doing everything he can from grimacing in pain. It's going to make do until someone can get a staff over here, but... yeah, really, he doesn't need them. ]

Ah, you know me, I just happened to see a beautiful flower within the fields of battle~

[ ......He totally tripped because he saw a cute female general. ]