A true sunshine protagonist. Country bumpkin, slow on the uptake. Wants to be everyone's friend. Swordian Master of fire, incredibly hot-blooded. A GOOD BEAN. Please love him. He's my favorite and I am biased.
The original fabulous Tales science lady. Probably wants to dissect you pretty shamelessly. Loves and adores cute things. Inventor of the Swordians. Definitely the definition of Mad Scientist.
Sunny wingman. Super hot-blooded, but always means well. Believe in equality and good. Cooks a lot, sometimes well, others times not. Solves problems with his fists. It's pronounced "teatray."
Peepants nerdlord. Picky, fussy, and particular about things, stickler for order. Tendencies to tsun, because he's bad at showing his feelings. IS REALLY A HUGE NERD AND GOOBER, THOUGH.
The name of the game is: give me your Tales, and I'll give you mine! Leave a comment with your Tales character, calling out one of mine (with or without a prompt), or give me the option to choose who I want to toss back! Need ideas? Take some scenarios! Colors order my priority for playing them, other Tales from my muselist are welcome in small doses as well!
[one thing a person learns after living for millenia is that wonders never cease. their rarity decreases throughout the years, but they still do occur.
case in point: a woman teleporting herself smack dab in the of yggdrasill's throneroom.
it took them all off guard. one moment, kratos had been receiving instruction on what to do regarding lloyd and friends (who, much to yggdrasill's displeasure, had been rescued by the pesky renegades) and then the next, there she was. a strange woman in even stranger dress with an out of place mana signature...
and of course the lucky sap to keep watch over her ended up kratos himself. the reasoning? he was returning to his room, anyway, so why not interrogate her there while doing the work he already planned on doing. more likely, however, was that yggdrasill recognized a walking headache when he saw one and preferred to make his mentor suffer it as minor punishment for failing to take care of lloyd.
such is suffering a traitor endures. ah well. kratos remains as impassive as ever while entering his room. was he just as impassive and silent on the walk there? you betcha.]
This will be where you are to remain for the time being. As soon as I finish some paperwork, we will speak in depth about who you are and how you came to be here.
[of course, this isn't where harold had ever intended to show up.
call it a bit a of a technical difficulty; the trouble of using new lens technology meant to mimic a very separate lens ability entirely—the very same that reala and elraine both had.
(listen, sometimes being able to travel through time is a good thing? as long as she doesn't disrupt the actual natural course of history, it's fine.)
but despite her totally flawless genius, sometimes there are bumps in the road. mostly, this time had been through no fault of her own. the lens itself had been the problem here.... so instead of another time, it seems like it's another world entirely. not that she's completely figured that out yet.
but it's harold.
she will.
and she'll find a way out of this mess too.]
Right, right, right. I'm sure you're the only one here who has things to do and places to be, right? [she says it in a bit of a humming, sing-songy manner, though there's an obvious bite to it. she's a busy woman too, chop-chop, kratos!]
[he snorts softly while arching a brow. impressive that she remains so unfazed by her predicament. impressive but also not a personality he's in the mood to deal with right now.
hence why disinterest practically drips off his voice.]
More so than you presently do.
[temporary prisoners have far less on their plate than their captors.
and, as evidenced by the large stack of documents on his desk, a sizable amount of work awaits him. factor in his own personal 'work' aka doing things to betray his boss and former pupil and you have yourself one very busy angel indeed. yggdrasill likely hoped that giving him babysitting duty would prevent him from helping lloyd. good try, mithos, but it won't.]
You can either read whatever books you can understand or simply sit in silence while I write.
[either or suits him perfectly fine.
lots of books fill the bookcases around his room. most, however, contain ancient texts either in angelic or the ancient tongue. there ought to be a few in the modern tongue or she could look at whatever pictures the older one have. sitting in golden silence also remains an option.
whatever she chooses fails to be any concern of his so long as it involves that silence. kratos sits and begins to write while his mind focuses on what his own next move needs to be.]
My, my. So benevolent in your strictness! I'd almost think I wasn't a prisoner if you didn't tell me to keep quiet! ★
[but it seems she's at least amenable to actually listening to kratos.
to some extent.
she's still humming a bit as she reaching for a book that's written in angelic and.
well, she's actually reading it?
it's pretty clear that's she's focused on the words, and after a few moments, she gets up and goes prodding around to pick up two more books—one in the ancient tongue and another in the modern tongue.
...
yeah.
she's absolutely teaching herself two languages at once, murmuring notes to herself, before:]
Hey, grumpy guy! [he has a name, but whatever.] I want to take some notes and you probably don't want me to use your face for that, right?
[please give her something to write with and on. kratos, spare yourself.]
the face kratos makes at the nickname ought to convey his feelings on it well enough. at least her request isn't unreasonable. he opens up a drawer and digs around momentarily. but one thing first: correcting that distasteful nickname.
though something tells him the correction will end up in one ear and out the other.]
Kratos.
[ah paper. he'll hold it out for her to come take. she wanted it, she can come grab it.]
Here.
[he preemptively hands her a pen, too, before she suggests using his own blood.]
Also, you are more of a temporary guest for now. Once you've been thoroughly interrogated then I'll see about changing your status to that of prisoner.
[and getting her out of his hair. he's a busy traitor, he has things to do and places to be and people to confuse about his allegiance!]
Shouldn't you be worrying more about trying to change my status to "free woman?"
[listen, okay.
she's willing to take the paper and pen from him, and she really doesn't hesitate to start taking notes on the languages as she goes—yet somehow, she's also pretty good at keeping up this conversation.]
It's probably not going to work out if you try to imprison me, anyway. [harold, don't incriminate yourself?] Besides, that's a pret-ty big deal to make over a little mixup anyway!
[the dangerous thing about a woman like harold traveling is the fact that she's the sort to do what she wants, when she wants. there's little room for social convention.
she's the definition of marching to the beat of her own drum.
in how he dresses, how she thinks, and how she talks to anyone, harold is harold.
so when she sees what looks like some kind of robot machine-man on the street near an item shop? harold's pretty quick to approach.
[ And the dangerous thing about a robot like Kunzite is that he takes everything literally and cannot be made to do otherwise. So when Harold comes up to him and does what she do he just looks down at her with a slight tilt of his head. ]
Negative. My model was not meant to be deemed as 'strong;. As a Jack model my primary function is to do daily general functions for my master. If you are looking for a stronger one an Ace based mechanoid is better categorized as having a strong build.
[ Omg, I'm just going to slam a reply in here so I don't forget?!!!! We could do the escort quest for Elize? Elize who doesn't really need an escort, but has some escorts anyway BECAUSE SHE'S A TOKEN LOLI/much to her dismay. I'm saying this is post-X1 Elize because I don't feel like controlling Teepo. ]
i will grab her shoulders and guide her here, it's fine
[it's okay, elize. at least the escort are good, friendly people.
...or. well, one of them is.
but if nothing else, stahn is bright and full of smiles. he doesn't mind escorting someone where they need to go safely, especially not someone who he'd never want to see get hurt. he wouldn't underestimate her abilities, not when he's seen the destiny token loli be incredibly effective in battle.
but stahn is still a big brother at heart, so there's a protective streak in that way... as well as just generally wanting to keep other people safe from harm.]
I think we're all ready to go! [he'll exclaim brightly...
and then pause, canting his head to one side and asking.] What town are we going to again?
[....stahn....
he needs help too, apparently. just in a very, very different way.]
[ The more, the merrier? Elize enjoys company most times, but her tone sounds a touch irritated. By now, she knows the highroad to the city well. She's confident she would have made it back to Sharilton on her own, even when she no longer has Teepo by her side. It shouldn't have been necessary for Rowen and Driselle to seek out bodyguards for her.
She clutches onto her belongings, as well as her staff. ]
Umm... the two of you don't really have to come along.
[ Just saying!!!! Stahn doesn't seem too bad to be around. The other guy though... he seems kind of scary. ]
It's pretty dangerous out there, though, isn't it?
[it's really not that he's trying to undermine elize's ability to handle herself, either.
of course, the fact that elize is even annoyed by this at all goes right over his head. his words are of earnest concern, still said with a certain measure of brightness before he breaks out into a bright grin.]
I don't even think I'd want Leon to go on his own, and he's really strong! [naturally!! he will boast about his best friend's amazing strength to her. this way she will both know that she's going to be safe in their care and so that she knows leon will protect her too.
he may be kind of grumpy, but he's a good person and won't hurt her.
(and even if he did anything like that, stahn would scold him anyway. so.. it's fine? it's fine.)]
[Leon sure doesn't look any more willing to be nice about this... he looks around, arms crossed, brow furrowed.
He doesn't look all too impressed by the loli they're escorting, but it's okay, Elize, he doesn't look impressed by anyone. Not Stahn either, so it definitely isn't new.]
... Hmph. This is simply a matter of duty, so do not make this more difficult than it must be.
I'm not making anything difficult. We haven't started walking yet!
[ Okay, now her annoyance is more directed towards Leon.
Sorry, she just doesn't know Leon well enough to realize looking unimpressed is his default look. At least Stahn's upbeat attitude assures Elize that she's in good company. If it were only Leon on this job, then that would be a different story.
Yet she still has to ask: ]
Are the two of you really friends?
[ The answer is obvious (from Stahn, anyway), but she just has to... make sure...! ]
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[stahn's got no problems scolding him, at least. he'll probably reap the consequences of that pretty quickly, but it doesn't stop him from arguing anyway.
elize didn't do anything wrong, after all. so the scolding is there in part because there's no reason to act like elize is being difficult, and also so that elize knows that leon is the one being kind of petulant about this.
in his own way.
but her question as least comes with an easy answer.]
Mm, mm! We're best friends, we've been doing this for a long time! [he's so pleasant about it. even if leon's this way, stahn wouldn't choose anyone else to be his best friend, not ever.] Don't mind him too much, he's like this a lot!
So the two of you are friends. If you say so, Stahn.
[ But what did Leon just say?! Actually, no, Stahn's words are more believable to her. There's enough genuine friendliness and sunshine from Stahn, so obviously, she chooses to believe him. And it's probably no wonder how he can be so pleasant around him.
They really are friends. Even if Leon is no... Teepo. ...Teepo was happy, smiling, and so cute! ]
This way leads to Sharilton.
[ Elize starts walking, before she can hear any protest about not being friends. ]
[leon can be a huffy baby about it all he wants—but elize is probably right to disregard leon. it could just end up in needless, petty arguing, even if this is sure to make leon even grumpier. oops.]
Right, let's get going! I hope it's a pretty smooth trip...
[not too much danger, though that's probably inevitable at some point. either way? stahn's holding up a satchel and smiling.]
We've got a lot to eat though, if you get hungry! [he's got a mysterious food sack, honestly. full of goodies to eat when they feel the need.] Sharilton's a bit of a hike, right?
[ She quietly tags along as Leon takes the lead, until... Stahn holds up his satchel of goodies. Food, you say! ]
Oh!
[ Elize sounds delighted, suddenly more enthusiastic than her usual timid self. Perhaps the need to eat is... now? She is a tiny girl, but also a big eater. FEED HER. Her eyes light up at the thought of food. ]
What did you bring? There must be all kinds in that bag!
[leon needs to just cool his jets and accept that they are Friends, but stahn is pretty good at ignoring stuff like that.
you know, to focus on what's important.]
Mm, mm! We've got sandwiches and rice balls and... [time to look at what he's got in his food sack of tricks, because tales mechanics with food make a lot of sense.]
[He hears it but it's not!! Like he cares!! Or likes parfaits!! Shut up, Stahn.
Leon just huffs faintly under his breath and keeps on walking, because that's how Leon is. Stahn can make friends with Elize and be all buddy buddy--Leon will make sure no monsters pop up, because that's what he does.
[so what do we have here? why it's a pirate! no wait, it's a huge nerd who managed to stumble across an ancient, if elaborate looking cane in the dirt.
the smile on his face and the way his eyes have it lit up speaks volumes about how great a find it is. he kneels down and lifts it before gently brushing away residual dirt. truly an elaborate cane...
no.
no, elaborate cannot begin to describe it! the effort put into the engravements on the handle, the gentle touch and refining done to the body itself, the technique used in preserving the object to the point it can easily be put to use despite its age: to simply call it elaborate would be a disgrace! no... this... this is--]
Magnificent, simply magnificent!
[how it came to be here, out in the open, can only be surmised but one thing is for certain: the van eltia will be getting yet another treasure to add to its collection.]
[can the world handle this meeting of the nerds? let's find out.
eizen's good mood prevents him from giving a damn about hubert's commentary past the point that the kid's asking what this is. which eizen will be more than happy to elaborate on. grinning ear to ear like the overgrown kid that he is, the malak begins to explain.]
This cane. For whatever reason, it somehow ended up surfacing at this very location. Look at the gentle hand used to engrave the handle and then the way age has failed to deteriorate it much at all. Whoever crafted this possessed immense skill and this is a testament to their prowess.
[fanboying over a cane like the dork he is. but how can he not?? this cane is like the excaliber of canes. THE CANE OF CANES! so so wondrous to behold!!!]
[ah what cruel fate! why hath the universe deemed such a poor, kind soul as herself the victim of this most vile, most dreadful of an agony! alas! such must the most virtuous souls suffer!]
Miss Magilou, did you bring the grocery list they gave you!
[magilou's inner monolog getting so rudely interrupted by her slave falls under the oh so cruel umbrella! will this torment ever cease! first she, the innocent and pure maiden, was chosen-- NO BULLIED into picking up groceries and now this!!! what agony. she's a busy witch, far too busy to do this for others when they should be doing it for her!!]
Nope. They said grocery shopping, not grocery shopping with a list.
[and there's that ear piercing 'biieeenn!!', right on cue. any regrets about leaving it? nada. best way to never have to be the one to ever never never (double negative, kids, learn it, use it and love it) do it again is to royally mess it up. ah, the joys of playing the fool.]
[this would probably be all well and good... if tytree was actually paying attention.
but he's so hyper-focused on the ingredients he needs for his dinner. of course, he's also definitely picking up the wrong types of the right ingredients. and kind of just casually mumbling to himself as he crosses magilou and bienfu's paths without much thought.]
Should be everythin' I need I need for the vichyssoise. Ahh, it's gonna be great!
[magilou, with her incredible hearing and not at all eavesdropping, can't help but listen in to that ingredient list... her brows furrow a little while listening to what's going into this meal. what is he even...
oh. vichyssoise.
100... no, 1000 gald that whoever tries that ends up on a date with the toilet. a long date, too. dinner, dancing, long stroll on the beach while whispering sweet nothings to the other of how they will never be apart. how magical, if not nearly as magical as this guy's ingredient list.
a playful smirk crosses her lips as she folds her arms behind her head. in a sing-song voice, she speaks up more than loud enough for tytree to hear.]
Vichyssoise, vichyssoise, defiling you so horribly should be against the laws~ ♪
[okay, so it SHOULD be law but since they're already breaking cooking laws then might as well break some grammar ones, too.]
granted, tytree hasn't realized that the reason his vichyssoise is going to be a disaster is because of a couple of careless mistakes while doing the shopping. oregano instead of marjoram, green onions instead of leeks...
carelessness, really.
but when he hears magilou, his head cants to one side; he doesn't even realize it's supposed to be some kind of slight on him, either.]
[time for time time-space-dimensional shenanigans.
this isn't the ship either of them was looking for. or on, for that matter. because while senel was existing on the legacy, stahn had been on the lumina draconis, a much different kind of ship. you know, less of a giant country on water and more of a giant, tech-powered airship.
but a brilliant flash of light had overtaken everything, and when stahn could see again, he was on a much different ship. which is neither the draconis or the legacy, but the van eltia.
not that he knows that.
for a moment, he stands there, holding a rather large sword in front of him.]
E-ehhh? Dymlos, this isn't the Flying Dragon at all!? How did we get here!? [this guy and his large sword and larger mullet—he's loud and seemingly talking to his sword.
what a weirdo.
he hums a few times, shouts an:]
Okay, let's do it!
[...and then approaches senel, rip.]
Hey! [so friendly.] Um. [this is gonna sound stupid no matter how he slices it, and he doesn't even consider for a second that senel could be in the same weirdass situation as him.
he's not the sharpest took in the shed.] Do you know where we are?
[aside from on a ship.
nailed it, he's great at this, a hero and a protagonist. he's trying to do a good job here.]
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kratos & harold
case in point: a woman teleporting herself smack dab in the of yggdrasill's throneroom.
it took them all off guard. one moment, kratos had been receiving instruction on what to do regarding lloyd and friends (who, much to yggdrasill's displeasure, had been rescued by the pesky renegades) and then the next, there she was. a strange woman in even stranger dress with an out of place mana signature...
and of course the lucky sap to keep watch over her ended up kratos himself. the reasoning? he was returning to his room, anyway, so why not interrogate her there while doing the work he already planned on doing. more likely, however, was that yggdrasill recognized a walking headache when he saw one and preferred to make his mentor suffer it as minor punishment for failing to take care of lloyd.
such is suffering a traitor endures. ah well. kratos remains as impassive as ever while entering his room. was he just as impassive and silent on the walk there? you betcha.]
This will be where you are to remain for the time being. As soon as I finish some paperwork, we will speak in depth about who you are and how you came to be here.
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call it a bit a of a technical difficulty; the trouble of using new lens technology meant to mimic a very separate lens ability entirely—the very same that reala and elraine both had.
(listen, sometimes being able to travel through time is a good thing? as long as she doesn't disrupt the actual natural course of history, it's fine.)
but despite her totally flawless genius, sometimes there are bumps in the road. mostly, this time had been through no fault of her own. the lens itself had been the problem here.... so instead of another time, it seems like it's another world entirely. not that she's completely figured that out yet.
but it's harold.
she will.
and she'll find a way out of this mess too.]
Right, right, right. I'm sure you're the only one here who has things to do and places to be, right? [she says it in a bit of a humming, sing-songy manner, though there's an obvious bite to it. she's a busy woman too, chop-chop, kratos!]
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hence why disinterest practically drips off his voice.]
More so than you presently do.
[temporary prisoners have far less on their plate than their captors.
and, as evidenced by the large stack of documents on his desk, a sizable amount of work awaits him. factor in his own personal 'work' aka doing things to betray his boss and former pupil and you have yourself one very busy angel indeed. yggdrasill likely hoped that giving him babysitting duty would prevent him from helping lloyd. good try, mithos, but it won't.]
You can either read whatever books you can understand or simply sit in silence while I write.
[either or suits him perfectly fine.
lots of books fill the bookcases around his room. most, however, contain ancient texts either in angelic or the ancient tongue. there ought to be a few in the modern tongue or she could look at whatever pictures the older one have. sitting in golden silence also remains an option.
whatever she chooses fails to be any concern of his so long as it involves that silence. kratos sits and begins to write while his mind focuses on what his own next move needs to be.]
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[but it seems she's at least amenable to actually listening to kratos.
to some extent.
she's still humming a bit as she reaching for a book that's written in angelic and.
well, she's actually reading it?
it's pretty clear that's she's focused on the words, and after a few moments, she gets up and goes prodding around to pick up two more books—one in the ancient tongue and another in the modern tongue.
...
yeah.
she's absolutely teaching herself two languages at once, murmuring notes to herself, before:]
Hey, grumpy guy! [he has a name, but whatever.] I want to take some notes and you probably don't want me to use your face for that, right?
[please give her something to write with and on. kratos, spare yourself.]
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the face kratos makes at the nickname ought to convey his feelings on it well enough. at least her request isn't unreasonable. he opens up a drawer and digs around momentarily. but one thing first: correcting that distasteful nickname.
though something tells him the correction will end up in one ear and out the other.]
Kratos.
[ah paper. he'll hold it out for her to come take. she wanted it, she can come grab it.]
Here.
[he preemptively hands her a pen, too, before she suggests using his own blood.]
Also, you are more of a temporary guest for now. Once you've been thoroughly interrogated then I'll see about changing your status to that of prisoner.
[and getting her out of his hair. he's a busy traitor, he has things to do and places to be and people to confuse about his allegiance!]
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[listen, okay.
she's willing to take the paper and pen from him, and she really doesn't hesitate to start taking notes on the languages as she goes—yet somehow, she's also pretty good at keeping up this conversation.]
It's probably not going to work out if you try to imprison me, anyway. [harold, don't incriminate yourself?] Besides, that's a pret-ty big deal to make over a little mixup anyway!
Kunzite and whoever!?
just lmk if anything needs changing!
she's the definition of marching to the beat of her own drum.
in how he dresses, how she thinks, and how she talks to anyone, harold is harold.
so when she sees what looks like some kind of robot machine-man on the street near an item shop? harold's pretty quick to approach.
and rap on his chest with her knuckles.]
Ohohoho! What a strong build! ★
[yep, that's happening right now.]
no this is great!
Negative. My model was not meant to be deemed as 'strong;. As a Jack model my primary function is to do daily general functions for my master. If you are looking for a stronger one an Ace based mechanoid is better categorized as having a strong build.
[ Kunzite no... ]
excellent!
[still, her hands seem to be lingering, because she's a curious woman who can never quite find her thirst for science sated.
she's like that, and the fact that kunzite doesn't seem to have any opposition her prodding means she's going to. you know, keep prodding.]
Seems like a waste to me! With a build like this, you could be so much more useful than some kind of butler-bot. Especially with a few easy upgrades!
[she sounds so delighted at the thought, too. ideas. she's getting ideas in her head.]
Elize & Stahn (& we can prolly ask Cal if she wants to bring Leon LOL)
i will grab her shoulders and guide her here, it's fine
...or. well, one of them is.
but if nothing else, stahn is bright and full of smiles. he doesn't mind escorting someone where they need to go safely, especially not someone who he'd never want to see get hurt. he wouldn't underestimate her abilities, not when he's seen the destiny token loli be incredibly effective in battle.
but stahn is still a big brother at heart, so there's a protective streak in that way... as well as just generally wanting to keep other people safe from harm.]
I think we're all ready to go! [he'll exclaim brightly...
and then pause, canting his head to one side and asking.] What town are we going to again?
[....stahn....
he needs help too, apparently. just in a very, very different way.]
i've been guided
Leon is not.
He's quiet for a long moment, standoffish and off to the side, arms crossed.]
... Sharilton, Stahn. Pay attention to the task at hand.
[At least someone here does seem to know what he's doing, even if he's also an asshole dick about it.]
FINALLY re-directs myself back here...
[ The more, the merrier? Elize enjoys company most times, but her tone sounds a touch irritated. By now, she knows the highroad to the city well. She's confident she would have made it back to Sharilton on her own, even when she no longer has Teepo by her side. It shouldn't have been necessary for Rowen and Driselle to seek out bodyguards for her.
She clutches onto her belongings, as well as her staff. ]
Umm... the two of you don't really have to come along.
[ Just saying!!!! Stahn doesn't seem too bad to be around. The other guy though... he seems kind of scary. ]
we all need a map, apparently.
[it's really not that he's trying to undermine elize's ability to handle herself, either.
of course, the fact that elize is even annoyed by this at all goes right over his head. his words are of earnest concern, still said with a certain measure of brightness before he breaks out into a bright grin.]
I don't even think I'd want Leon to go on his own, and he's really strong! [naturally!! he will boast about his best friend's amazing strength to her. this way she will both know that she's going to be safe in their care and so that she knows leon will protect her too.
he may be kind of grumpy, but he's a good person and won't hurt her.
(and even if he did anything like that, stahn would scold him anyway. so.. it's fine? it's fine.)]
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He doesn't look all too impressed by the loli they're escorting, but it's okay, Elize, he doesn't look impressed by anyone. Not Stahn either, so it definitely isn't new.]
... Hmph. This is simply a matter of duty, so do not make this more difficult than it must be.
[Doing his job, that's all!!]
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[ Okay, now her annoyance is more directed towards Leon.
Sorry, she just doesn't know Leon well enough to realize looking unimpressed is his default look. At least Stahn's upbeat attitude assures Elize that she's in good company. If it were only Leon on this job, then that would be a different story.
Yet she still has to ask: ]
Are the two of you really friends?
[ The answer is obvious (from Stahn, anyway), but she just has to... make sure...! ]
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[stahn's got no problems scolding him, at least. he'll probably reap the consequences of that pretty quickly, but it doesn't stop him from arguing anyway.
elize didn't do anything wrong, after all. so the scolding is there in part because there's no reason to act like elize is being difficult, and also so that elize knows that leon is the one being kind of petulant about this.
in his own way.
but her question as least comes with an easy answer.]
Mm, mm! We're best friends, we've been doing this for a long time! [he's so pleasant about it. even if leon's this way, stahn wouldn't choose anyone else to be his best friend, not ever.] Don't mind him too much, he's like this a lot!
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We are not friends.
[Ah.
It's one of those situations.
And then he shoots Stahn a scowl for the scolding, though he's more focused on the mission than on Stahn's fussing.]
... Let's go. We do not have time to waste.
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[ Especially with Leon's scowling and all. ]
So the two of you are friends. If you say so, Stahn.
[ But what did Leon just say?! Actually, no, Stahn's words are more believable to her. There's enough genuine friendliness and sunshine from Stahn, so obviously, she chooses to believe him. And it's probably no wonder how he can be so pleasant around him.
They really are friends. Even if Leon is no... Teepo. ...Teepo was happy, smiling, and so cute! ]
This way leads to Sharilton.
[ Elize starts walking, before she can hear any protest about not being friends. ]
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Right, let's get going! I hope it's a pretty smooth trip...
[not too much danger, though that's probably inevitable at some point. either way? stahn's holding up a satchel and smiling.]
We've got a lot to eat though, if you get hungry! [he's got a mysterious food sack, honestly. full of goodies to eat when they feel the need.] Sharilton's a bit of a hike, right?
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He just scoffs, an irritated noise, and starts to walk, taking the lead.
Wow....what a social bodyguard...
(At least Stahn is here to accomplish that task.)]
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Oh!
[ Elize sounds delighted, suddenly more enthusiastic than her usual timid self. Perhaps the need to eat is... now? She is a tiny girl, but also a big eater. FEED HER. Her eyes light up at the thought of food. ]
What did you bring? There must be all kinds in that bag!
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you know, to focus on what's important.]
Mm, mm! We've got sandwiches and rice balls and... [time to look at what he's got in his food sack of tricks, because tales mechanics with food make a lot of sense.]
Parfaits, too!
[hear that, leon?]
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Leon just huffs faintly under his breath and keeps on walking, because that's how Leon is. Stahn can make friends with Elize and be all buddy buddy--Leon will make sure no monsters pop up, because that's what he does.
So shut up about the god damn parfaits.
It's not like
He wants any
Or anything!!!!]
eizen and whoever!
the smile on his face and the way his eyes have it lit up speaks volumes about how great a find it is. he kneels down and lifts it before gently brushing away residual dirt. truly an elaborate cane...
no.
no, elaborate cannot begin to describe it! the effort put into the engravements on the handle, the gentle touch and refining done to the body itself, the technique used in preserving the object to the point it can easily be put to use despite its age: to simply call it elaborate would be a disgrace! no... this... this is--]
Magnificent, simply magnificent!
[how it came to be here, out in the open, can only be surmised but one thing is for certain: the van eltia will be getting yet another treasure to add to its collection.]
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hubert, of course, it more interested in seeing what this... rather tall, ominous looking man is shouting about. should he be concerned?
probably.]
...Dare I ask what it is that is so magnificent that you're causing a ruckus? [it's not even that much of a ruckus, hubert, calm down.]
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eizen's good mood prevents him from giving a damn about hubert's commentary past the point that the kid's asking what this is. which eizen will be more than happy to elaborate on. grinning ear to ear like the overgrown kid that he is, the malak begins to explain.]
This cane. For whatever reason, it somehow ended up surfacing at this very location. Look at the gentle hand used to engrave the handle and then the way age has failed to deteriorate it much at all. Whoever crafted this possessed immense skill and this is a testament to their prowess.
[fanboying over a cane like the dork he is. but how can he not?? this cane is like the excaliber of canes. THE CANE OF CANES! so so wondrous to behold!!!]
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well, perhaps it could be something of some value, but hubert's not so sure he'd call that a real magnificent find.]
I see. The craftsmanship is rather fine.... I wonder just what it's doing all the way out here.
[he doesn't see anything significant about it, but it does seem like a strange place.]
magilou and anyone!
Miss Magilou, did you bring the grocery list they gave you!
[magilou's inner monolog getting so rudely interrupted by her slave falls under the oh so cruel umbrella! will this torment ever cease! first she, the innocent and pure maiden, was chosen-- NO BULLIED into picking up groceries and now this!!! what agony. she's a busy witch, far too busy to do this for others when they should be doing it for her!!]
Nope. They said grocery shopping, not grocery shopping with a list.
[and there's that ear piercing 'biieeenn!!', right on cue. any regrets about leaving it? nada. best way to never have to be the one to ever never never (double negative, kids, learn it, use it and love it) do it again is to royally mess it up. ah, the joys of playing the fool.]
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but he's so hyper-focused on the ingredients he needs for his dinner. of course, he's also definitely picking up the wrong types of the right ingredients. and kind of just casually mumbling to himself as he crosses magilou and bienfu's paths without much thought.]
Should be everythin' I need I need for the vichyssoise. Ahh, it's gonna be great!
[it's not. but that's fine.]
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oh. vichyssoise.
100... no, 1000 gald that whoever tries that ends up on a date with the toilet. a long date, too. dinner, dancing, long stroll on the beach while whispering sweet nothings to the other of how they will never be apart. how magical, if not nearly as magical as this guy's ingredient list.
a playful smirk crosses her lips as she folds her arms behind her head. in a sing-song voice, she speaks up more than loud enough for tytree to hear.]
Vichyssoise, vichyssoise, defiling you so horribly should be against the laws~ ♪
[okay, so it SHOULD be law but since they're already breaking cooking laws then might as well break some grammar ones, too.]
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though he's not really sure he gets it.
granted, tytree hasn't realized that the reason his vichyssoise is going to be a disaster is because of a couple of careless mistakes while doing the shopping. oregano instead of marjoram, green onions instead of leeks...
carelessness, really.
but when he hears magilou, his head cants to one side; he doesn't even realize it's supposed to be some kind of slight on him, either.]
Eh? What's wrong with vichyssoise? [????]
senel and anyone!!!
best boy it is, then, because i'm biased
this isn't the ship either of them was looking for. or on, for that matter. because while senel was existing on the legacy, stahn had been on the lumina draconis, a much different kind of ship. you know, less of a giant country on water and more of a giant, tech-powered airship.
but a brilliant flash of light had overtaken everything, and when stahn could see again, he was on a much different ship. which is neither the draconis or the legacy, but the van eltia.
not that he knows that.
for a moment, he stands there, holding a rather large sword in front of him.]
E-ehhh? Dymlos, this isn't the Flying Dragon at all!? How did we get here!? [this guy and his large sword and larger mullet—he's loud and seemingly talking to his sword.
what a weirdo.
he hums a few times, shouts an:]
Okay, let's do it!
[...and then approaches senel, rip.]
Hey! [so friendly.] Um. [this is gonna sound stupid no matter how he slices it, and he doesn't even consider for a second that senel could be in the same weirdass situation as him.
he's not the sharpest took in the shed.] Do you know where we are?
[aside from on a ship.
nailed it, he's great at this, a hero and a protagonist. he's trying to do a good job here.]