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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[savingthefuture]

[It hardly makes sense, but she's never been as picky as Laurent when it comes to these things. Feelings are...unpredictable. And it's not as though she suddenly went from hating him to loving him, they'd always been friends. Even back then he'd be kind of a pain in the butt and she'd get annoyed with him. And then she'd feel bad because he would get upset...she does know how shy and fragile he can be underneath that smile.

She knows the real him. She knows he means well, he's not being a womanizer on purpose, he's just...well, it's his way of coping, right? Always smiling, always playing the dandy so they won't worry. Not that it always worked, she'd still worry about him anyway because she knows him.

So she accepts his invitation for tea this evening. She kind of wants to talk to him about this.]

[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.]

[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?]

[vapidfloozy]

[He's seen Lucina in more casual clothes than her usual before, but not like this. Inigo brightens at the sight, a big smile spreading across his face.

All right, be suave! Be the ladykiller you are!

He holds out the flower.]

Wow, Lucina! You really do clean up well!

[...WAIT NO THAT'S TERRIBLE]

I - I mean! You look great!

[savingthefuture]

[By now she's used to him enough that she doesn't even blink at these little gaffes. Plus, she never claimed to be good at romance either.]

Thank you, Inigo. You look nice yourself. [she accepts the flower, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear with her free hand]