rafal dearly hopes he hasn't been responsible for ending another world. the darkness is frightening. and rafal is not one to be frightened. he's the one who gives nightmares and horrors to others. he's furious at the idea that someone would think to turn the tables on him.
that remaining thought is what he wakes up, enraged and frustrated. his fingers twitch for his axe or at least his dragonstone. ]
Where are my weapons?!
[ he snarls, tearing at the vines. ]
And why is the greenery accosting me?!
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[ once he's gotten the measure of this place, rafal settles in more pragmatically. he commits himself to performing good deeds, even if the banality of such deeds gnaw at him. he was a dragon, meant for greater things. not for this.
but that may be his father whispering in his ear, so rafal pushes it aside. he can do any task. he is determined. prepared. with that, he hefts his axe, ready to go monster hunting. he glances at his partner with a frown. ]
If you are weak, you should go with someone else.
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In any event, here's another username Minato doesn't recognize. He's started to keep track of them, given how there isn't anything better to do while bedbound. ]
Uh, this place has it out for you in particular? I came with my weapons and with a fortunate lack of immediate violence, but I couldn't tell you any rhyme or reason to any of this, [ a cheery voice rings out. A knife, deadly sharp and more ornate than any killing weapon has any right to be, cuts through the vines and deftly avoids scraping at Rafal's skin. ]
Do me a favour and stop wiggling. I'll have you outta there before you can say boo. [ As one particularly ornery vine is cut away, right across Rafal's vision, Claude's face bobs into sight. ]
[ rafal freezes for a moment because that is claude. not claude as a glowing spectre with his companions, just claude by himself. he rummages through his pockets for a moment. no, no bracelet.
his fingers clench around a dragonstone though and he relaxes a little. ]
Y'know, that's not the first thing a guy likes to hear about himself. I'm hardly aged, [ Claude fusses, dragging a gloved hand through his hair as he looks Rafal over, trying his damnedest to place where he knows him from. He's not Almyran, so that rules out most of his life. Maybe one of his old classmates at the Academy? Or some noble's son he was introduced to at some dinner, never to be seen again?
He doesn't much like being caught lacking, but he smiles through it anyway. ]
You'll have to forgive me. I can't seem to place your face.
Don't fear. I'm a swordswoman. [As much as part of her is saying that she's a respectable widow who lives to organize events and mind people's affairs, the feeling of the sword at her hip feels right--too right to ignore. As does the healing staff across her back.]
And if you are overconfident, then I definitely should go with you--you're sure to need a healer sooner rather than later.
That actually causes a break in her step. Dragons are legendary. Dragons are--dragons are gods. It's even thought by some scholars that the gods who blessed the Twelve Crusaders were dragons.]
--You're in a very good disguise, if that's true.
[THAT'S PROBABLY NOT THE CORRECT WAY TO ADDRESS A DRAGON, if he's not pulling her leg, but. Really. A dragon?]
[Tsuna, admittedly, doesn't look like much. He's kind of weedy, looks a little nervous, and seems to be wearing a pair of mittens. To be perfectly honest, he doesn't like this job very much, but it has to be done. It's about keeping people safe, after all.
[-and at that moment, comprehension dawns. Rafal can probably see it in the way that Maria's ears sort of prick up, and her tail (long and horse-like, because she comes from the planet of the furries, everyone has ears and a tail, if she discovers she's with a dragon she'll just relax because suddenly someone makes more sense than everyone else here) swishes. Swish!
This is probably the worst thing to do, but Maria laughs. Not in a bad way? Well, it might be in a bad way...not in a mean way. In a pleased way. And then she blushes, covering her mouth as if that can undo the laugh.]
Um. [Shit.] I'm so sorry! It's just that you...reminded me of someone I knew.
[ rafal doesn't look much like a dragon. save for perhaps, his red eyes, but that is not characteristic of dragons themselves. he makes a face at that laughter, but does not seem perturbed. ]
rafal | fire emblem engage
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The frog in the well knows nothing of the sea.
[Is it an insult at just rushing without knowing who he's fighting with or just being confusing? With Nanjo it might just be both.]
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I assume you are the frog.
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That remains to be seen, young man.
[He grasps the large sword with one hand.]
We can exchange pleasantries once our foes are defeated.
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That depends on the other person, doesn't it?
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Hence why I ask.
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Oh. Then maybe not.
Is that something important to you?
[ There's no use in dwelling on a past that can't be changed. ]
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Do me a favour and stop wiggling. I'll have you outta there before you can say boo. [ As one particularly ornery vine is cut away, right across Rafal's vision, Claude's face bobs into sight. ]
Theeeeere we go.
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his fingers clench around a dragonstone though and he relaxes a little. ]
You're . . . older.
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He doesn't much like being caught lacking, but he smiles through it anyway. ]
You'll have to forgive me. I can't seem to place your face.
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Ethlyn manages not to roll her eyes.]
Don't fear. I'm a swordswoman. [As much as part of her is saying that she's a respectable widow who lives to organize events and mind people's affairs, the feeling of the sword at her hip feels right--too right to ignore. As does the healing staff across her back.]
And if you are overconfident, then I definitely should go with you--you're sure to need a healer sooner rather than later.
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I am a dragon. My confidence is merited.
But I'm unpracticed in defending others.
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That actually causes a break in her step. Dragons are legendary. Dragons are--dragons are gods. It's even thought by some scholars that the gods who blessed the Twelve Crusaders were dragons.]
--You're in a very good disguise, if that's true.
[THAT'S PROBABLY NOT THE CORRECT WAY TO ADDRESS A DRAGON, if he's not pulling her leg, but. Really. A dragon?]
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itt: "YOU KIDS THESE DAYS AND YOUR WACKY GAME MECHANICS"
at least we have less incest
TOUCHE
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what matter is who are these people to forgive them
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Whom do you mean?
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He nods, trying to pull out a confident smile.]
I'll be fine, don't worry.
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I would hardly worry.
[ a brief pause. ]
I do hope you're not afraid of dragons.
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cw: mentions of death
cw: mentions of death
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end there?
sounds good
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This is probably the worst thing to do, but Maria laughs. Not in a bad way? Well, it might be in a bad way...not in a mean way. In a pleased way. And then she blushes, covering her mouth as if that can undo the laugh.]
Um. [Shit.] I'm so sorry! It's just that you...reminded me of someone I knew.
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And who would that be?
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"rehabilitation" is a joke
the guys running this show are fucking with us
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How so?
iii. un: barlupin
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I bet they'd be all for having some deep philosophical discussion about the nature of crimes and stuff like that.
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