Syrrus
Wishful bard
{For myself and Sovereign}
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Syrrus
Wishful bard
Lucina had seen one before, it was a long time ago indeed. Long before Grima had returned to her world and it caused her eyes to widen. It was a tier in time and a small feeling hit her that something on the other side needed her help. Obviously that meant leaving her new friends and her family behind, it was a hard decision to make but not impossible which was why she started to sprint.
Lucina's feet moved quickly over the ground, the tall grass bowed before her due to the winds following up from behind, it was just like back then - when the world had ended. She pulled her sword, not certain what she would see on the other side as she leaped off the cliffs and reached out for the swirly portal of blackness before her. Holding Falchion, ready for anything.
What she didn't expect however was to kick a man in the face as he emerged on the other side, nor had she thought the first thing she would slice upon was a strange lantern of a sort, hanging from the roof, causing the familiar sound of glass shattering to occur. She had leaped with such speed that there was nothing stopping her, she had expected to end up on a field just like the one in her own time, not a room and therefore the wall was the first thing to stop her from flying further, when it usually was her own feet deciding when to stop.
Slamming her head into the wall did hurt indeed, a paint she hadn't felt since she was a toddler learning how to walk. It wasn't as strong as a blow from a sword, hammer or axe however, so she quickly got back to her senses, this time lowering her sword in confusion, staring at the man who she had accidently kneed in the face.
Lucina's feet moved quickly over the ground, the tall grass bowed before her due to the winds following up from behind, it was just like back then - when the world had ended. She pulled her sword, not certain what she would see on the other side as she leaped off the cliffs and reached out for the swirly portal of blackness before her. Holding Falchion, ready for anything.
What she didn't expect however was to kick a man in the face as he emerged on the other side, nor had she thought the first thing she would slice upon was a strange lantern of a sort, hanging from the roof, causing the familiar sound of glass shattering to occur. She had leaped with such speed that there was nothing stopping her, she had expected to end up on a field just like the one in her own time, not a room and therefore the wall was the first thing to stop her from flying further, when it usually was her own feet deciding when to stop.
Slamming her head into the wall did hurt indeed, a paint she hadn't felt since she was a toddler learning how to walk. It wasn't as strong as a blow from a sword, hammer or axe however, so she quickly got back to her senses, this time lowering her sword in confusion, staring at the man who she had accidently kneed in the face.
Sovereign
We Glorious Fallen
Miles got very little enjoyment out of civilian life. He did not need a job, given that he paid no taxes --a benefit of being a decorated war hero-- and he owned his apartment, thanks to the military. A job might have been a good idea just to pass the time, but his marketable skills didn't extend beyond the art of war and tactics. Sure he could learn just about any skill, but he needed to do the job for that to be effective. It was a classic issue of having no job experience, and thus not being able to get one. Without the motivation of needing any more money, he didn't really scramble to find a job that would take him.
And so his day was filled with the same routine: get up, work out, shower, play games --gun range on the weekends. As today was (supposed to) be a normal day, he sat on the couch with his 3DS plugging away at his newest Fire Emblem campaign. The tactician grew fairly capable over the course of his time playing the game, more than most in any case. With a monotonous sort of efficiency, he played and played. It wasn't until about two in the morning that his entire world flipped upon its head.
It started with a painful, unexpected boot square to the face. If he didn't know any better he'd say his nose broke in that moment, but thankfully it did not. As he fell back, the light shattered above his head as whatever divine intervention flew into his living room destroyed it utterly. A dull thump sounded just a split second before Miles himself hit the ground. Left staring at the ceiling and covered in class and destroyed light fixture, he wondered just how far his bad luck had to be pushed to reach a new level.
Random interloper kicking him in the face, in the middle of his own home, in the dead of night? That seemed to be the next level of bad luck. Could it get any worse? He should have known better than to ask that question.
And so his day was filled with the same routine: get up, work out, shower, play games --gun range on the weekends. As today was (supposed to) be a normal day, he sat on the couch with his 3DS plugging away at his newest Fire Emblem campaign. The tactician grew fairly capable over the course of his time playing the game, more than most in any case. With a monotonous sort of efficiency, he played and played. It wasn't until about two in the morning that his entire world flipped upon its head.
It started with a painful, unexpected boot square to the face. If he didn't know any better he'd say his nose broke in that moment, but thankfully it did not. As he fell back, the light shattered above his head as whatever divine intervention flew into his living room destroyed it utterly. A dull thump sounded just a split second before Miles himself hit the ground. Left staring at the ceiling and covered in class and destroyed light fixture, he wondered just how far his bad luck had to be pushed to reach a new level.
Random interloper kicking him in the face, in the middle of his own home, in the dead of night? That seemed to be the next level of bad luck. Could it get any worse? He should have known better than to ask that question.
Syrrus
Wishful bard
The first question Lucina had was one she decided to say out loud, trying her hardest not to let her curiosity get the better of her. She did not wish to learn too much of this timeline if she didn't need to be there. "Where am I and who might you be?" She still held her sword, making sure to keep it close, in case the man she had kicked in the face was going to attack her, something she indeed was prepare to handle would it happen.
It however didn't take long until she heard the familiar sound of the portal and someone shouting her name. The next thing Lucina knew was Cordelia flying out of a tiny device that seemed to have fallen upon the floor, luckily Cordelia, who was a lot more graceful than any woman Lucina knew, didn't went flying through the room in the same fashion as she had done but instead ended up landing on top of the male figure in a sitting position with her knees against his throat.
Lucina hadn't expect the Pegasus knight to follow her, and therefore half expected her Pegasus to do the same, seeing as the winged horse never left it's mistress side. However, nothing seemed to happen for several minutes and Cordelia was too busy staring down at the stranger than to look around too much. Luckily.
"Cordelia, you didn't have to follow me. You might never be able to return." Lucina said with care and worry, however the Pegasus knight seemed to care very little about traveling through time as she looked upon the 'Princess' with very stubborn eyes. "Neither would you, and we both know your father would hate to lose you. Who's this?" Cordelia pointed a slender finger at the man who still lay beneath her. It wasn't too comfortable for Cordelia, but it meant that she knew where he was.
It however didn't take long until she heard the familiar sound of the portal and someone shouting her name. The next thing Lucina knew was Cordelia flying out of a tiny device that seemed to have fallen upon the floor, luckily Cordelia, who was a lot more graceful than any woman Lucina knew, didn't went flying through the room in the same fashion as she had done but instead ended up landing on top of the male figure in a sitting position with her knees against his throat.
Lucina hadn't expect the Pegasus knight to follow her, and therefore half expected her Pegasus to do the same, seeing as the winged horse never left it's mistress side. However, nothing seemed to happen for several minutes and Cordelia was too busy staring down at the stranger than to look around too much. Luckily.
"Cordelia, you didn't have to follow me. You might never be able to return." Lucina said with care and worry, however the Pegasus knight seemed to care very little about traveling through time as she looked upon the 'Princess' with very stubborn eyes. "Neither would you, and we both know your father would hate to lose you. Who's this?" Cordelia pointed a slender finger at the man who still lay beneath her. It wasn't too comfortable for Cordelia, but it meant that she knew where he was.
Sovereign
We Glorious Fallen
That voice sounded awfully familiar, maddeningly familiar in fact. Miles got up the energy to sit up strait, and shards of glass and fixture slid off of his shirt and clattered to the ground. He groaned loudly and rubbed the back of his neck, and then his face. No blood from his nose --probably not broken, but maybe a black eye.
"This is Seattle and I'm Mi--ACK!" The ex-soldier found himself cut off by another impact, followed by a yelp as the hit caused the glass he'd just removed from his chest to dig into his back. He squirmed beneath the armored female, whom he in his panic still managed to recognize as Cordelia. gargling sounds bubbled up from his throat as her knees threatened to choke him out. As it was he considered the possibility that he'd just suffered a psychotic breakdown.
Had he finally snapped? Surely characters from a video game could not be real --not here anyway. Then again, he was laying in a pile of broken glass, with a possibly black eye, while choking under the knee of a Pegasus knight. If this did in fact turn out to be a delusion, it was a damn good one. The thought that he could have wrecked his own apartment in a blackout and choked himself with a belt crossed his mind. A very good delusion indeed.
"Air. AIR." Miles gasped as his almost completely pinched off windpipe struggled to get oxygen. As much as he liked the idea of getting to the bottom of this, he really didn't want to suffocate before he could explore the possibilities. Cordelia weighed heavily on his still semi-fresh wounds from the war. Bullets and shrapnel aren't exactly the quickest things to heal, nor are the surgical wounds to repair them. "Move. Please."
"This is Seattle and I'm Mi--ACK!" The ex-soldier found himself cut off by another impact, followed by a yelp as the hit caused the glass he'd just removed from his chest to dig into his back. He squirmed beneath the armored female, whom he in his panic still managed to recognize as Cordelia. gargling sounds bubbled up from his throat as her knees threatened to choke him out. As it was he considered the possibility that he'd just suffered a psychotic breakdown.
Had he finally snapped? Surely characters from a video game could not be real --not here anyway. Then again, he was laying in a pile of broken glass, with a possibly black eye, while choking under the knee of a Pegasus knight. If this did in fact turn out to be a delusion, it was a damn good one. The thought that he could have wrecked his own apartment in a blackout and choked himself with a belt crossed his mind. A very good delusion indeed.
"Air. AIR." Miles gasped as his almost completely pinched off windpipe struggled to get oxygen. As much as he liked the idea of getting to the bottom of this, he really didn't want to suffocate before he could explore the possibilities. Cordelia weighed heavily on his still semi-fresh wounds from the war. Bullets and shrapnel aren't exactly the quickest things to heal, nor are the surgical wounds to repair them. "Move. Please."
Syrrus
Wishful bard
"If you need air you shouldn't be able to waist some talking--", "Cordelia!", "Alright, alright..." Cordelia moved away from the man, trying her best not to cause any further damage as she moved her strong legs and moved up on her feet, still standing close to the stranger, leaning against her weapon, a long and pearly white lance. If she had too she would be close enough to be able to stab the man with her very high and very sharp heels. Poor thing didn't even seem to be strong enough to handle a girl like herself, of course Cordelia had no clue of where they had ended up and did not know that video-game physics is quite different for what one would call real-life.
"Where are we?" Cordelia asked, looking around herself and getting more and more confused for every item she noticed. Nothing in this room made any sense, except the sofa. "The land of Seattle." Lucina responded, with a low and thoughtful voice. Something didn't seem to be right, this didn't look at all like Ylisse. "..Se-whatle?" Cordelia continued, frowning slightly and peered down at the man laying below her. What was those cloths he was wearing? It clearly didn't look like any fashion she had heard of.
"It doesn't look like Ylisse.." Lucina mumbled as she walked across the room, stepping over the male laying on the floor so she could get to the window. What she saw outside was almost giving her a heart attack, nothing out there made any sense either. What was those strange beetles that was running around after each other with the speed of a dragon?! "Lucina! Step away from the window, you don't know what's out there!" Cordelia shouted as she hurried after her to pull her away from the walls. Little did she know that the strange crackling noise that occurred below her left foot was her breaking the screen of what seemed to be this world portal to their home world, stopping the appearance of King Chrome just in time.
"Where are we?" Cordelia asked, looking around herself and getting more and more confused for every item she noticed. Nothing in this room made any sense, except the sofa. "The land of Seattle." Lucina responded, with a low and thoughtful voice. Something didn't seem to be right, this didn't look at all like Ylisse. "..Se-whatle?" Cordelia continued, frowning slightly and peered down at the man laying below her. What was those cloths he was wearing? It clearly didn't look like any fashion she had heard of.
"It doesn't look like Ylisse.." Lucina mumbled as she walked across the room, stepping over the male laying on the floor so she could get to the window. What she saw outside was almost giving her a heart attack, nothing out there made any sense either. What was those strange beetles that was running around after each other with the speed of a dragon?! "Lucina! Step away from the window, you don't know what's out there!" Cordelia shouted as she hurried after her to pull her away from the walls. Little did she know that the strange crackling noise that occurred below her left foot was her breaking the screen of what seemed to be this world portal to their home world, stopping the appearance of King Chrome just in time.
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Sovereign
We Glorious Fallen
Miles could feel his still semi-fresh surgical scars throbbing in pain from the pressure of the woman's weight, but fought to ignore it. The blood tricking down his back from the broken glass made for a different story, but one he couldn't worry about at the moment. As far as he could tell, either his psyche just snapped and fabricated the most elaborate delusion he could imagine, or some high profile scientists were very, very wrong about their universal theories and absolute constants.
Rolling to his side, he got up to all fours before bringing in his knee to a genuflect. The wounds protested, but he forced away their screaming pains and used his knee to push himself back up to his feet. Light fixture destroyed, drywall cracked, glass everywhere, television fallen off the stand, and Cordelia's heel digging through the screen of his 3DS. Wonderful. Miles rubbed his temples to stave off the coming headache.
"This is not the land of Seattle," he corrected, exasperated and trying to get his mind wrapped around all of this. "It's the city of Seattle, in the country called The United States of America. Nothing here is going to look familiar to you, because either you're a delusion, or you've very, very far from home," he explained, reaching his hand behind his back to try and dig out a piece of glass that stuck there. The shard stck in his back proved very stubborn, refusing to be removed.
"Here, in this place," he said between grunts as he pried glass out of his back, "you are just characters in a franchise of entertainment we call video games. The technology here is more advanced than where you come from by a significant amount, but we don't have magic." Miles finally managed to pry one of the pieces of glass out of his back, and let it clatter to the floor.
Rolling to his side, he got up to all fours before bringing in his knee to a genuflect. The wounds protested, but he forced away their screaming pains and used his knee to push himself back up to his feet. Light fixture destroyed, drywall cracked, glass everywhere, television fallen off the stand, and Cordelia's heel digging through the screen of his 3DS. Wonderful. Miles rubbed his temples to stave off the coming headache.
"This is not the land of Seattle," he corrected, exasperated and trying to get his mind wrapped around all of this. "It's the city of Seattle, in the country called The United States of America. Nothing here is going to look familiar to you, because either you're a delusion, or you've very, very far from home," he explained, reaching his hand behind his back to try and dig out a piece of glass that stuck there. The shard stck in his back proved very stubborn, refusing to be removed.
"Here, in this place," he said between grunts as he pried glass out of his back, "you are just characters in a franchise of entertainment we call video games. The technology here is more advanced than where you come from by a significant amount, but we don't have magic." Miles finally managed to pry one of the pieces of glass out of his back, and let it clatter to the floor.
Syrrus
Wishful bard
Cordelia who usually was very quick to learn, no matter the subject, still looked rather baffles at the man before her, as soon as she managed to pull the Princess away from the walls, you could never be too sure about highly skilled dark mages after all. "That's a very complicated and never mind long name for a country. It sounds like you made it up." She would have folded her arms, if she didn't have to keep such a tight grip of her lance. "Your language seems unnecessarily long too, you can just call it a game - not that I am certain what a video is, and I guarantee you, we are no mare characters."
Lucina however was trying to wrap her head around the whole 'State of America' business instead of arguing with the slightly broken man about what words he needed and didn't need to use. Perhaps this was what that strange portal in the south of Ylissia had the ability to do, to travel not only through time but through worlds. It surely made a lot more sense. It would also explain the strange lanterns and giant bugs out on the street. This was not their home world. "Perhaps we are." Lucina said, thoughtfully catching Cordelia off guard. The princess walked forward towards the man but instead of addressing him she went down on her knees and looked at the strange little device she had seen Cordelia appear from. "This is your strange portal? It is awfully small... How would someone use it-" She interrupted herself and quickly got up on her feet staring intensely into the eyes of the stranger. "Anna! There has to be a sister to Anna here somewhere, if you have a version of the portal. Where is she? I need to speak with her."
Lucina however was trying to wrap her head around the whole 'State of America' business instead of arguing with the slightly broken man about what words he needed and didn't need to use. Perhaps this was what that strange portal in the south of Ylissia had the ability to do, to travel not only through time but through worlds. It surely made a lot more sense. It would also explain the strange lanterns and giant bugs out on the street. This was not their home world. "Perhaps we are." Lucina said, thoughtfully catching Cordelia off guard. The princess walked forward towards the man but instead of addressing him she went down on her knees and looked at the strange little device she had seen Cordelia appear from. "This is your strange portal? It is awfully small... How would someone use it-" She interrupted herself and quickly got up on her feet staring intensely into the eyes of the stranger. "Anna! There has to be a sister to Anna here somewhere, if you have a version of the portal. Where is she? I need to speak with her."
Sovereign
We Glorious Fallen
Miles gave the Pegasus knight a deadpan look. "Look here," he started, crossing his arms. "You showed up in my home and trashed my living room, and you're accusing me of being a liar? How does that even make sense?" Miles rubbed his forehead with his palm. Well, they certainly stayed true to character despite denying they were. At least that gave him an idea.
The ex-soldier moved over to his end table and plucked the Fire Emblem: Awakening case off of the tabletop and tossed it to Cordelia, who he knew would catch it with those reflexes of her. "That is what you are here. A game as you so bluntly put it. We know nothing of portals and have no Anna here for you to meet up with. Now this is weird, but I doubt it is the only incident like it." Miles started to stroke his chin, thinking about the predicament and the logic of it all. If he'd lost his mind, there was nothing he could do about that --he needed to go on the assumption this was actually happening until proven otherwise.
"Isolated incidents like this don't happen. If it's happened here, it has to have happened elsewhere too," he explained, not exactly caring whether or not they even paid him any attention. Without a puzzle to work on, or a unit to manage, this predicament felt like a dilemma worth solving --something to get his brain back into use. Funny, he sounded an awful lot like a tactician in that moment. "The questions to answer are who is coming here, and where. Another good question is if they're only coming from your world, or others. A blend of magic and technology can be dangerous --the two don't always mesh well."
Pacing carefully around the broken glass, Miles all but forgot that Cordelia and Lucina were even there. Mostly, he just thought out loud and wore a thoughtful expression.
The ex-soldier moved over to his end table and plucked the Fire Emblem: Awakening case off of the tabletop and tossed it to Cordelia, who he knew would catch it with those reflexes of her. "That is what you are here. A game as you so bluntly put it. We know nothing of portals and have no Anna here for you to meet up with. Now this is weird, but I doubt it is the only incident like it." Miles started to stroke his chin, thinking about the predicament and the logic of it all. If he'd lost his mind, there was nothing he could do about that --he needed to go on the assumption this was actually happening until proven otherwise.
"Isolated incidents like this don't happen. If it's happened here, it has to have happened elsewhere too," he explained, not exactly caring whether or not they even paid him any attention. Without a puzzle to work on, or a unit to manage, this predicament felt like a dilemma worth solving --something to get his brain back into use. Funny, he sounded an awful lot like a tactician in that moment. "The questions to answer are who is coming here, and where. Another good question is if they're only coming from your world, or others. A blend of magic and technology can be dangerous --the two don't always mesh well."
Pacing carefully around the broken glass, Miles all but forgot that Cordelia and Lucina were even there. Mostly, he just thought out loud and wore a thoughtful expression.
Syrrus
Wishful bard
Cordelia caught the game case with ease and looked down upon it. To her it just looked like a badly painted painting and a tiny one at that. To try and make her understand that she was nothing but a game character would probably prove impossible. She was as real as she felt and her universe was as real as she felt it to be. She turned the case over, reading the print on the back with a raised eyebrow. She wasn't a mage, she figured asking Henry or even Tharja about the possibility of their universe being a game for another, however, they weren't around to answer her question.
Lucina was frowning slightly, something didn't seem right. She walked up to her friend and took the case from her to study it herself. A portal only opened when there was a danger that needed to be prevented, when someone needed their help, not just on random. Something was terribly wrong, or something was completely right. Perhaps this world, universe or time; whichever it was, was in trouble. "No matter the reason, something isn't quite right. Unless you are a mage and have the ability to summon creatures from far off worlds. If that is the case this is a kidnapping and I won't stand for it. Though your reaction is far from one I've seen in a mage so that is not a logical solution."
Lucina placed her sword back where it belonged, by her side, and continued to look around the room. "I would imagine that you and your planet is in grave danger."
Cordelia was pondering over something completely different and snapped her fingers, pointing at the man. "You sound a lot like Robin, and to be honest he was just as strange and confusing. Perhaps he's from this world?"
Lucina was frowning slightly, something didn't seem right. She walked up to her friend and took the case from her to study it herself. A portal only opened when there was a danger that needed to be prevented, when someone needed their help, not just on random. Something was terribly wrong, or something was completely right. Perhaps this world, universe or time; whichever it was, was in trouble. "No matter the reason, something isn't quite right. Unless you are a mage and have the ability to summon creatures from far off worlds. If that is the case this is a kidnapping and I won't stand for it. Though your reaction is far from one I've seen in a mage so that is not a logical solution."
Lucina placed her sword back where it belonged, by her side, and continued to look around the room. "I would imagine that you and your planet is in grave danger."
Cordelia was pondering over something completely different and snapped her fingers, pointing at the man. "You sound a lot like Robin, and to be honest he was just as strange and confusing. Perhaps he's from this world?"
Sovereign
We Glorious Fallen
Miles resisted the urge to scoff. "Grave danger. The world here is always in grave danger; global warming, nuclear war, some meteor crashing into us, getting melted by the sun. I'm sure that you guys showing up just marks the beginning of a whole new slue of disastrous events," he explained, finally uncrossing his arms. "But look, you're here and as far as I can see you're stuck. So just calm down, and try to settle in. I have to clean up so just... don't break anything else."
The ex-soldier ran a hand through his hair and went into the kitchen to grab a broom and a dustpan. First, he reached into the cupboard above the microwave and pulled out a garbage back so he actually had something to put the destroyed pieces into. Retrieving the bright yellow broom and the dull gray plastic dustpan, he returned to the living room and started sweeping all the broken parts and pieces into a pile. It took a good ten minutes to get all of them, but eventually he swept them all into the pan, and then into the bag. The larger pieces he just picked up by hand and tossed them in the bag with a loud crack or thunk. Typing off the bag, he set it aside with the broken television at the edge of the room.
"Now, what i can tell you is that people are panicky. If they don't understand what's going on they'll freak out and everything will be worse." He said after a long bout of being silent. "Which means we have to keep you both under wraps. You may not think about it this way, but because of that game," he said, pointing to the Fire Emblem case," you are fairly well known. At first you might be passable, but under scrutiny things might get weird. The moment people realize that beings from other worlds are crossing over into this one on an unknown scale, there will be panic."
He described the worst-case scenario of course, but as the old saying went 'hope for the best and prepare for the worst.'
The ex-soldier ran a hand through his hair and went into the kitchen to grab a broom and a dustpan. First, he reached into the cupboard above the microwave and pulled out a garbage back so he actually had something to put the destroyed pieces into. Retrieving the bright yellow broom and the dull gray plastic dustpan, he returned to the living room and started sweeping all the broken parts and pieces into a pile. It took a good ten minutes to get all of them, but eventually he swept them all into the pan, and then into the bag. The larger pieces he just picked up by hand and tossed them in the bag with a loud crack or thunk. Typing off the bag, he set it aside with the broken television at the edge of the room.
"Now, what i can tell you is that people are panicky. If they don't understand what's going on they'll freak out and everything will be worse." He said after a long bout of being silent. "Which means we have to keep you both under wraps. You may not think about it this way, but because of that game," he said, pointing to the Fire Emblem case," you are fairly well known. At first you might be passable, but under scrutiny things might get weird. The moment people realize that beings from other worlds are crossing over into this one on an unknown scale, there will be panic."
He described the worst-case scenario of course, but as the old saying went 'hope for the best and prepare for the worst.'
Syrrus
Wishful bard
Lucina had been watching on as the man was cleaning while Cordelia of course decided to help him out as much as she possibly could. As she always did.
The things that the man said sure sounded like a disaster, the world seemed to be ending in a different fashion from what she was used to. It didn't sound like there was anything they could do about it though, which was why she started to ponder over other reasons to why they were there. Perhaps there was something bigger happening from somewhere else. It annoyed her slightly that Cordelia was more concerned with helping the stranger than actually worry about what was going on.
It was then Lucina stood up, rather suddenly. "Oh dear." Cordelia looked at her, confused. "What is wrong?" Cordelia asked carefully, as she walked up to her friend who quickly hurried towards the nearby door, she had to get out of there and quick. "There is some people who wouldn't take ending up her well... We need to find her before she puts a curse on everyone." She opened the door and started to frown. It was a closet, why did all the doors look the same in this place?
The things that the man said sure sounded like a disaster, the world seemed to be ending in a different fashion from what she was used to. It didn't sound like there was anything they could do about it though, which was why she started to ponder over other reasons to why they were there. Perhaps there was something bigger happening from somewhere else. It annoyed her slightly that Cordelia was more concerned with helping the stranger than actually worry about what was going on.
It was then Lucina stood up, rather suddenly. "Oh dear." Cordelia looked at her, confused. "What is wrong?" Cordelia asked carefully, as she walked up to her friend who quickly hurried towards the nearby door, she had to get out of there and quick. "There is some people who wouldn't take ending up her well... We need to find her before she puts a curse on everyone." She opened the door and started to frown. It was a closet, why did all the doors look the same in this place?
Sovereign
We Glorious Fallen
Cordelia helped to clean up, at least that was something --for all the crap she gave him, she seemed quick to make herself useful in getting things back in order. Lucina however seemed obsessed with the idea that something needed to be going wrong somewhere. Well, there were plenty of things going on just about everywhere --the whole world was practically coming apart, but that is how it always had been. Nothing different about the earth in a constant state of potential doom.
Suddenly, Lucina seemed intent on getting out of the apartment. "Hold on, wait wait wait," Miles said quickly, holding his hands up in front of him. "First off, going out there dressed as you are is going to draw a ton of attention. Secondly, you have no idea where you're going, how to get there, or what to do with just about anything in this world. How about we plan this out first, eh?" The tactician didn't like to do just about anything without a plan.
The gashes in his back finally dried, the blood soaked up into his shirt. Well, so much for this shirt, but he could worry about that later. Wait, that reminded him. "And before anyone goes anywhere, I need someone to check and see if there is anymore glass embedded in my back. I'd get it myself but that's not exactly possible," he added, dragging a hand down his face. Of all the people to pop out of a Fire Emblem game, he had to get two of the most serious to drop into his apartment, wreck the place, and expect to go gallivanting off. Why couldn't it have been Sumia or Lissa? Someone who actually would bother to be nice? Eh, he really couldn't blame Cordelia or Lucina, Miles not exactly believe himself to be the most likable sort.
Suddenly, Lucina seemed intent on getting out of the apartment. "Hold on, wait wait wait," Miles said quickly, holding his hands up in front of him. "First off, going out there dressed as you are is going to draw a ton of attention. Secondly, you have no idea where you're going, how to get there, or what to do with just about anything in this world. How about we plan this out first, eh?" The tactician didn't like to do just about anything without a plan.
The gashes in his back finally dried, the blood soaked up into his shirt. Well, so much for this shirt, but he could worry about that later. Wait, that reminded him. "And before anyone goes anywhere, I need someone to check and see if there is anymore glass embedded in my back. I'd get it myself but that's not exactly possible," he added, dragging a hand down his face. Of all the people to pop out of a Fire Emblem game, he had to get two of the most serious to drop into his apartment, wreck the place, and expect to go gallivanting off. Why couldn't it have been Sumia or Lissa? Someone who actually would bother to be nice? Eh, he really couldn't blame Cordelia or Lucina, Miles not exactly believe himself to be the most likable sort.
Syrrus
Wishful bard
" You don't understand." Lucina said as Cordelia removed her gloves, she seemed to be the only one qualified to do any glass pickings as Lucina's fingers could be rather clumsy. "Get that shirt off then so I can start." Cordelia said, letting Lucina deal with all the worrying, after all Cordelia was far too collected to worry about much.
"If Tharja is out there she will be hurting people just because she is confused, she's a very unstable person and her curses is nothing to sniff at. She will bring down this entire city, given enough panic." Lucina said, waving a arm up and down. She was clearly stressed. She knew they had to find Henry too, but at least he was a lot more stable and wouldn't walk around killing people out of panic, he would probably just annoy them until he had to fight them.
Lucina didn't worry too much about the other's however. Panne would take care of herself, trying hard to protect herself and find her friends. Lissa would probably be safe, as long as who ever owned the portal she had gone through was kind enough. To be honest most people would do fine, in one way or Another.
"If Tharja is out there she will be hurting people just because she is confused, she's a very unstable person and her curses is nothing to sniff at. She will bring down this entire city, given enough panic." Lucina said, waving a arm up and down. She was clearly stressed. She knew they had to find Henry too, but at least he was a lot more stable and wouldn't walk around killing people out of panic, he would probably just annoy them until he had to fight them.
Lucina didn't worry too much about the other's however. Panne would take care of herself, trying hard to protect herself and find her friends. Lissa would probably be safe, as long as who ever owned the portal she had gone through was kind enough. To be honest most people would do fine, in one way or Another.
Sovereign
We Glorious Fallen
Miles pulled off his bloody shirt and tossed it atop the garbage bag. Fresh surgical stitches marred his physique, and a more than one or two. At least four large gashes and three bullet wounds pockmarked his chest and shoulders. Normally, the ex-soldier might feel self-conscious about them to ridiculous levels, but the throbbing of the glass shards in his back spurred him to swallow his anxiety and have them removed.
"Alright, get them out please," he asked gently this time, his usual demeanor prevailing over the frustration of a world turned atop its head. Eyes spoke the truth of nearly any soul, and Miles' eyes told of gentle thoughts and a fierce heart; charismatic in his bright moments, when he is needed and required to act, but humble and perhaps even insecure in calmer times. A dual nature to be sure, but not such a bad one to have. The life of a warrior can be hardening, but to be so in only select facets? Rare. Valuable.
"We'll find Tharja, if she is even around here. However, the two of you stick out like sore thumbs. You need different clothes, and if you're caught carrying those weapons around people will stop you and see what's so suspicious," he explained. "You have no identification information, and getting caught with weapons would be bad news. I have some spare clothes, they may not fit perfectly, but they will probably work." Miles hoped they'd agree, trying to shepherd the Shepherds would not work well in his favor. What could he really do? Force them to stop? Yeah, because that always made for good working relationships.
"Just, trust me alright? I'm not trying to mess you up. But if you want to find Tharja before she causes havoc, then you will need me to get you around in this place."
"Alright, get them out please," he asked gently this time, his usual demeanor prevailing over the frustration of a world turned atop its head. Eyes spoke the truth of nearly any soul, and Miles' eyes told of gentle thoughts and a fierce heart; charismatic in his bright moments, when he is needed and required to act, but humble and perhaps even insecure in calmer times. A dual nature to be sure, but not such a bad one to have. The life of a warrior can be hardening, but to be so in only select facets? Rare. Valuable.
"We'll find Tharja, if she is even around here. However, the two of you stick out like sore thumbs. You need different clothes, and if you're caught carrying those weapons around people will stop you and see what's so suspicious," he explained. "You have no identification information, and getting caught with weapons would be bad news. I have some spare clothes, they may not fit perfectly, but they will probably work." Miles hoped they'd agree, trying to shepherd the Shepherds would not work well in his favor. What could he really do? Force them to stop? Yeah, because that always made for good working relationships.
"Just, trust me alright? I'm not trying to mess you up. But if you want to find Tharja before she causes havoc, then you will need me to get you around in this place."
Syrrus
Wishful bard
He was a warrior, the wars told them both that, something neither of them and suspected. Lucina however didn't seem to happy with the idea of leaving her sword behind, it was her father's and it mattered a lot to her. What would happen to it would someone find it? She didn't know how open to strangers his home was, maybe it was like a inn! She decided against her mad thoughts however and carefully unsheathed the blade to place it down upon the sofa. It would at least be safe there. Cordelia didn't seem to mind either way.
The Pegasus Knight had started to pick at the glass in the man's back, some of it was easier to remove than others, some was tucked in underneath the skin. Luckily Cordelia didn't have a weak stomach, if she had this had been awfully difficult. She wouldn't argue with the man either, even though the wounds he had clearly stated that he wasn't very good in battle but that he had great will, and a poor healer.
"Too bad Lissa isn't here, this would have been a lot easier if she was." Cordelia said, smiling slightly as she looked around for somewhere to clean the blood off her hands, seeing as she now was done with all the glass, holding it in one of her hands so the man who clearly didn't know how to take care of himself wouldn't step on it.
The Pegasus Knight had started to pick at the glass in the man's back, some of it was easier to remove than others, some was tucked in underneath the skin. Luckily Cordelia didn't have a weak stomach, if she had this had been awfully difficult. She wouldn't argue with the man either, even though the wounds he had clearly stated that he wasn't very good in battle but that he had great will, and a poor healer.
"Too bad Lissa isn't here, this would have been a lot easier if she was." Cordelia said, smiling slightly as she looked around for somewhere to clean the blood off her hands, seeing as she now was done with all the glass, holding it in one of her hands so the man who clearly didn't know how to take care of himself wouldn't step on it.
Sovereign
We Glorious Fallen
Judgement seemed to flow off of Cordelia in waves, a subtle but noticeable thing. As an officer in any army, you learn to pick up the undertones people talk with. A phrase that doesn't even refer to you can be the biggest sleight ever cast against your name, or it could be nothing at all. Tone, pace, volume, all of it meant something. "Magic doesn't exist here," he reminded the Pegasus knight. "There are only conventional doctors and medical supplies. Those who could survive from a wound where you are from, could not have a prayer of surviving in this place."
"In such a case, it is fair to wonder if magic will work here at all. Perhaps it may, but in diminished form --or maybe it will work just fine. I'm not sure. What I do know, is that if by some unimaginably horrible turn of events we encounter firearms in this bizarre turn of events, it's going to be bad," he sighed, his gut feeling telling him that they were likely not going to take him seriously. The muscle in his back ached from the glass as Cordelia wiggled the deeper pieces out.
When finally she finished, Miles headed into his bedroom for a moment to get what he needed. Grabbing his phone, wallet, and keys off of the dresser, he pulled a handgun and an underarm holster for it out of the top drawer --along with a new shirt. Slipping on the shirt, he strapped the holster on over it and stepped back into the living room. "Whichever one of you wants a change of clothes first, come here," he said, looking back and forth between Cordelia and Lucina until one of them came.
"In such a case, it is fair to wonder if magic will work here at all. Perhaps it may, but in diminished form --or maybe it will work just fine. I'm not sure. What I do know, is that if by some unimaginably horrible turn of events we encounter firearms in this bizarre turn of events, it's going to be bad," he sighed, his gut feeling telling him that they were likely not going to take him seriously. The muscle in his back ached from the glass as Cordelia wiggled the deeper pieces out.
When finally she finished, Miles headed into his bedroom for a moment to get what he needed. Grabbing his phone, wallet, and keys off of the dresser, he pulled a handgun and an underarm holster for it out of the top drawer --along with a new shirt. Slipping on the shirt, he strapped the holster on over it and stepped back into the living room. "Whichever one of you wants a change of clothes first, come here," he said, looking back and forth between Cordelia and Lucina until one of them came.
Syrrus
Wishful bard
Lucina decided not to question him, in fact she decided it was best to stay as quiet as possible. Would her more dangerous companions be close by she'd be able to hear them clearly through the walls, she was certain of it. Of course, Cordelia who had the habit of wanting to know everything no matter what it meant to know it, decided to question him. "Does people come through to your world every day then? You seem to be able to put an awful amount of logic into out types of Magic, logic we don't have in our world because I do not recognize it." Magic was one of the strongest powers to have, if you used them right. Of course everything could be cut down with a sword sooner or later if a person only knew how.
Neither of them saw any faults in the attire of which they were wearing. Both girls took a quick look at themselves, by looking down and around, wondering why in the world they were in need of a change in the first place, the one that figure she indeed was wearing a bit too little, seeing how cold the air was in comparison to the fields of Ylisse, Cordelia decided to follow Miles. Better she than the Princess if this was some sort of trick.
Neither of them saw any faults in the attire of which they were wearing. Both girls took a quick look at themselves, by looking down and around, wondering why in the world they were in need of a change in the first place, the one that figure she indeed was wearing a bit too little, seeing how cold the air was in comparison to the fields of Ylisse, Cordelia decided to follow Miles. Better she than the Princess if this was some sort of trick.
Sovereign
We Glorious Fallen
"No, as far as I am aware this has never happened. However, this could very well be a paranoid delusion or psychotic break, and I might be imagining all of this," he explained as he pulled some fresh clothes from his drawers. The clothes belonged to his ex-girlfriend, which shared the same size and body type of Cordelia it appeared. Lucina would have to wear some of his old clothes, or maybe some of his ex's gym clothes --either way, he figured he could find her something. "But if either of those things are true, I can't do anything about it, so I mind as well go with it." Miles shrugged it off.
"Here," he said, holding out the clothes when he entered the room. "These should fit. You can change in the bathroom while I look for something Lucina can wear," the tactician explained. "Oh yeah, bathroom is the next door over that way," he added, pointing to the right of the current room. The clothes he picked were nothing extravagant, just simple casual clothes.
Sure enough, after enough digging he found some of his old girlfriend's exercise clothes --some loose jogging pants and a large-ish shirt. It would have to do the trick.
"Lucina, I have a change of clothes for you, too. I know it may seem odd, but minimizing risk is priority over all else," he explained. It's not that he expected them to be recognized, even in 'costume', but Miles was prone to bad luck. With that in mind, just about anything could happen that would ruin his day, and possibly endanger the girls. They could handle themselves, absolutely --but in an unfamiliar world with unfamiliar tech and no law authority or ID? It could get messy very quick if things went south.
"Here," he said, holding out the clothes when he entered the room. "These should fit. You can change in the bathroom while I look for something Lucina can wear," the tactician explained. "Oh yeah, bathroom is the next door over that way," he added, pointing to the right of the current room. The clothes he picked were nothing extravagant, just simple casual clothes.
Sure enough, after enough digging he found some of his old girlfriend's exercise clothes --some loose jogging pants and a large-ish shirt. It would have to do the trick.
"Lucina, I have a change of clothes for you, too. I know it may seem odd, but minimizing risk is priority over all else," he explained. It's not that he expected them to be recognized, even in 'costume', but Miles was prone to bad luck. With that in mind, just about anything could happen that would ruin his day, and possibly endanger the girls. They could handle themselves, absolutely --but in an unfamiliar world with unfamiliar tech and no law authority or ID? It could get messy very quick if things went south.
Syrrus
Wishful bard
Cordelia wasn't too happy with what the man had give n her, looking down at the cloths which she was holding in her hands. Her armor was sculpted to make her look more impressive than she actually was, perhaps she could come up with an idea to keep herself from showing her real curves.
Entering the Bathroom, she started to undress, not understanding what was wrong with the skirt she was already wearing, she kept it on with tights underneath to keep the cold chills off her bones. It wasn't as cold as some places in her own world, but cold enough to make a skirt feel a bit brisk in comparison. She kept her chest plate on, even if she removed the shoulder pads and her high heels. Pulling the shirt he had given her over the suit of armor, hiding it completely, still keeping the purpose off it visible. Good.
Lucina was less happy with was what happening, figuring she couldn't keep her sword with her. She cared little of her own cloths, they were just cloth after all but her sword was a family heirloom, something she wouldn't want to lose. She took the cloths in hands, saying nothing and entering the bathroom just as Cordelia left it with hands on her hips.
"Your fashion is too strange for my taste, and I am usually not fussy when it comes down to it." She said, frowning slightly. She felt strange wearing the things that clearly wasn't meant for the man in front of her. Why did he have female cloths in his home? Perhaps it was a inn, like her and Lucina had thought from the beginning. Or he was married.
Entering the Bathroom, she started to undress, not understanding what was wrong with the skirt she was already wearing, she kept it on with tights underneath to keep the cold chills off her bones. It wasn't as cold as some places in her own world, but cold enough to make a skirt feel a bit brisk in comparison. She kept her chest plate on, even if she removed the shoulder pads and her high heels. Pulling the shirt he had given her over the suit of armor, hiding it completely, still keeping the purpose off it visible. Good.
Lucina was less happy with was what happening, figuring she couldn't keep her sword with her. She cared little of her own cloths, they were just cloth after all but her sword was a family heirloom, something she wouldn't want to lose. She took the cloths in hands, saying nothing and entering the bathroom just as Cordelia left it with hands on her hips.
"Your fashion is too strange for my taste, and I am usually not fussy when it comes down to it." She said, frowning slightly. She felt strange wearing the things that clearly wasn't meant for the man in front of her. Why did he have female cloths in his home? Perhaps it was a inn, like her and Lucina had thought from the beginning. Or he was married.
Sovereign
We Glorious Fallen
Miles checked his pockets to make sure he had everything he needed to go out. What a stroke of interesting luck. Usually, in order to keep a positive attitude, Miles refereed to all of his bad luck as 'interesting' luck instead. The ex-soldier would be lying to himself if he said he thought it was going well, though. Already they seemed to think of him as some paranoid kook and possibly a threat. The worst part came from the fact that nothing he could say would convince them otherwise, he just had to show them.
"Nothing here is going to seem normal, Cordelia. This world is very different --sorry," he said, rubbing his eyes again. Fatigue settled into the pits of his bones, but years in the military kept it from keeping him down. Miles was young and spry enough to operate on little sleep for a few more years at the very least. Seeing Cordelia in his ex's clothing made him visibly uncomfortable, he didn't really think that they'd stir too many memories. Unfortunatley, he was wrong.
The tactician turned away from her and instead went to the kitchen to draw a glass of water from the tap. Lana --his most recent girlfriend-- left him in a particularly showy fashion. She didn't exactly expect him home from his tour of duty for quite some time, so when they discharged him for his injuries to come home, he intended for it to be a surprise.
The surprise was on him.
Miles came home to Lana with another man in his own bed. Needless to say, he felt a swirl of negative emotion and kicked them both out. There could be no salvaging that relationship; but what cut him the deepest, was her complete and utter lack of remorse, and the smirk she walked away with. She got what she wanted, he lost all he really had. She got caught, but who really lost? Miles.
Patiently, Miles waited in the kitchen for Lucina to finish changing. One sip after the next, he drained the glass while trying --and failing-- to forget about the past.
"Nothing here is going to seem normal, Cordelia. This world is very different --sorry," he said, rubbing his eyes again. Fatigue settled into the pits of his bones, but years in the military kept it from keeping him down. Miles was young and spry enough to operate on little sleep for a few more years at the very least. Seeing Cordelia in his ex's clothing made him visibly uncomfortable, he didn't really think that they'd stir too many memories. Unfortunatley, he was wrong.
The tactician turned away from her and instead went to the kitchen to draw a glass of water from the tap. Lana --his most recent girlfriend-- left him in a particularly showy fashion. She didn't exactly expect him home from his tour of duty for quite some time, so when they discharged him for his injuries to come home, he intended for it to be a surprise.
The surprise was on him.
Miles came home to Lana with another man in his own bed. Needless to say, he felt a swirl of negative emotion and kicked them both out. There could be no salvaging that relationship; but what cut him the deepest, was her complete and utter lack of remorse, and the smirk she walked away with. She got what she wanted, he lost all he really had. She got caught, but who really lost? Miles.
Patiently, Miles waited in the kitchen for Lucina to finish changing. One sip after the next, he drained the glass while trying --and failing-- to forget about the past.
Syrrus
Wishful bard
Lucina stepped out from the bathroom, at least she decided to keep her belt, mainly so the trousers wouldn't fall down, but also to make the shirt look more like a tunic than a balloon. Something she thought wasn't too much to ask, she generally didn't try to make a fuss, she often didn't even consider it. They where there for a reason and she was going to figure out why and not let any of these strange inconveniences get to her. "I would recommend going to either a tall hill, old ruin, mountain or building. Tharja like standing high up when she's cursing people. Makes her feel less short."
The fact that Tharja could feel bad about anything that had something to do with her figure made no sense to any of the girls in the Knights. She had a body to die for and her legs was the longest part of her. She still managed to complain in silence, chancing her appearance with magic or simply to feel bad about what she looked like. Cordelia was good at feeling self pity too, but at least she had a reason, in comparison to miss madwoman. If it wasn't for her stalk-ish personality, Tharja would easily be the girl every man wanted to marry.
Cordelia was waiting in silence, trying to decide where to hide Lucina's sword and her lance. If this indeed was a inn, anyone could steal them at any time. Strangely enough Lucina had a plan. The shirt she wore was far too big as it was, so she managed with ease to carry her sword on her back, like always but underneath the shirt. Looking a little odd, maybe, but nothing her long hair couldn't conceal. It was better than leaving her family heirloom in the hands of strangers.
The fact that Tharja could feel bad about anything that had something to do with her figure made no sense to any of the girls in the Knights. She had a body to die for and her legs was the longest part of her. She still managed to complain in silence, chancing her appearance with magic or simply to feel bad about what she looked like. Cordelia was good at feeling self pity too, but at least she had a reason, in comparison to miss madwoman. If it wasn't for her stalk-ish personality, Tharja would easily be the girl every man wanted to marry.
Cordelia was waiting in silence, trying to decide where to hide Lucina's sword and her lance. If this indeed was a inn, anyone could steal them at any time. Strangely enough Lucina had a plan. The shirt she wore was far too big as it was, so she managed with ease to carry her sword on her back, like always but underneath the shirt. Looking a little odd, maybe, but nothing her long hair couldn't conceal. It was better than leaving her family heirloom in the hands of strangers.
Sovereign
We Glorious Fallen
Finding the bottom of his glass a few minutes later, Miles rinsed it out and placed it back where he found it in the cupboard. He needed to face them again sometime, better to just rip it off like an old band-aid. Going back into the living room, he resisted the urge to sigh --no, he outright swallowed his sigh to make sure the opportunity didn't even present itself. They looked goofy, not suspicious but definitely goofy. The hard lines of an armored breastplate didn't exactly conceal beneath the soft contours of a tee shirt, and the lump on Lucina's back either indicated sudden cancer or a concealed weapon --Miles had a hunch which it was.
Either way, they could pass on the streets without too many strange glances now which is all he wanted in the first place. "Come on," he said, directing them toward the door and out into the hall. Closing it behind them, he slid the key into the lock and clicked it closed. All the while he considered Lucina's words about where Tharja might be. Hopefully somewhere in the city, but someplace tall and ruinous? There weren't really too many places that looked like ruins in the city --a few abandoned buildings maybe, but none so high as to overlook the whole landscape.
It hit him a moment later, just as they were headed down the stairs; the skyscraper on 5th and Hurtle Ave. It looked like a ruin because it was in the process of being built --half walls, exposed girders everywhere. On top of that, it was one of the tallest buildings in the city --at least it was going to be. "I think I know where she might be," he said suddenly, turning around while on the stairs to face the girls. "There is a building about ten blocks from here, very tall and looks like a ruin. That's my best guess. None of the surrounding hills are tall enough, and the mountains are too distant," he explained.
Turning back down the stairs, he led them to the ground floor, and out onto the street.
Either way, they could pass on the streets without too many strange glances now which is all he wanted in the first place. "Come on," he said, directing them toward the door and out into the hall. Closing it behind them, he slid the key into the lock and clicked it closed. All the while he considered Lucina's words about where Tharja might be. Hopefully somewhere in the city, but someplace tall and ruinous? There weren't really too many places that looked like ruins in the city --a few abandoned buildings maybe, but none so high as to overlook the whole landscape.
It hit him a moment later, just as they were headed down the stairs; the skyscraper on 5th and Hurtle Ave. It looked like a ruin because it was in the process of being built --half walls, exposed girders everywhere. On top of that, it was one of the tallest buildings in the city --at least it was going to be. "I think I know where she might be," he said suddenly, turning around while on the stairs to face the girls. "There is a building about ten blocks from here, very tall and looks like a ruin. That's my best guess. None of the surrounding hills are tall enough, and the mountains are too distant," he explained.
Turning back down the stairs, he led them to the ground floor, and out onto the street.
Syrrus
Wishful bard
And boy was he right. The wokrmen who had done their very best to continue their work load that very day had either fallen to the ground, aching all over without the possibility to even shout for help, not even mumble, while some of them had wobbled away, throwing up like a teenager after their first New Years eve party. All this had been caused by a strange looking woman, who was standing on a beam, high in the air with a book planted against her chest, her nails digging in to it. She looked terrified, her face covered in shadows due to her long fringe handing down over her eyes.
"Get away from me..." She mumbled, however it didn't seem to be what people were doing, in fact they were getting closer. Out of curiosity. It almost seemed as if they thought this was some kind of theater or magic show. She was not a simple stage act! Roaring like a dragon in the sky she threw another spell, flourishing her cape as she spun around. Throwing anyone on that very street backwards. This was strange, her wind magic usually managed even to get the strongest soldier in the heaviest armor to fly far far away. These people were merely throw backwards, some into walls, lanternposts and fences placed behind them and other simply back and down, landing on their backs just a feet from where they had been standing.
"Get away from me!!"
They exited what Lucina and Cordelia figured was the biggest inn they had ever seen, not prepared for what the life on the street was going to show them. Strange looking people, a lot of them in fact, were walking like a bunch of sheep but without a Sheppard, towards the same direction, some would wander off, some just looked confused as if they didn't even know where they were going and some look threatening. Cordelia had never seen these many people, not even in the capital of Ylissie. Lucina had never seen these many people, no matter where. It shocked them almost as much as the strange large bugs moving around in lines, some people stepped into them and some got out, they beeped and were awfully loud to be bugs.
Something broke the chaotic nothingness, a scream which was using a voice they very well remembered. "Tharja!" Both of them shouted in surprise.
"Get away from me..." She mumbled, however it didn't seem to be what people were doing, in fact they were getting closer. Out of curiosity. It almost seemed as if they thought this was some kind of theater or magic show. She was not a simple stage act! Roaring like a dragon in the sky she threw another spell, flourishing her cape as she spun around. Throwing anyone on that very street backwards. This was strange, her wind magic usually managed even to get the strongest soldier in the heaviest armor to fly far far away. These people were merely throw backwards, some into walls, lanternposts and fences placed behind them and other simply back and down, landing on their backs just a feet from where they had been standing.
"Get away from me!!"
They exited what Lucina and Cordelia figured was the biggest inn they had ever seen, not prepared for what the life on the street was going to show them. Strange looking people, a lot of them in fact, were walking like a bunch of sheep but without a Sheppard, towards the same direction, some would wander off, some just looked confused as if they didn't even know where they were going and some look threatening. Cordelia had never seen these many people, not even in the capital of Ylissie. Lucina had never seen these many people, no matter where. It shocked them almost as much as the strange large bugs moving around in lines, some people stepped into them and some got out, they beeped and were awfully loud to be bugs.
Something broke the chaotic nothingness, a scream which was using a voice they very well remembered. "Tharja!" Both of them shouted in surprise.
Sovereign
We Glorious Fallen
Miles stepped out onto he street and took a look around, nothing particularly out of the ordinary just yet. he scanned the faces of the crowd, looking from one to the next; none of them seemed to pay him or his 'party' any kind of attention. A few passing glances of indifference towards the trio, and then onward they went. Something did catch his eye though --in a world of pattern, those that broke it stood out. On the roof across the street, on a lower building, a photographer took pictures from a camera on a bi-pod. Curious, he didn't have any rain gear set up and the lighting on that side of the street was rather poor for photography.
The scream captured his attention though, and both Lucina and Cordelia seemed convinced; Tharja was over in the building somewhere --the one he'd predicted. "Come on, we have to go, right now," he said, forcing his way through the throngs of pedestrians. Speed was priority, and as such the tactician crossed the roads quickly timing his speed in between blocks so that by the time he arrived at the crosswalk he could jog to the far side. It took much less time than he expected to reach his destination.
Sure enough, atop one of the high steel girders stood a familiar figure --dark and brooding as always. "You guys are going to have to talk her down from there," he said, turning to Lucina and Cordelia. Miles could not do it, she didn't know him and would likely cast something his way if he even tried. At this rate the girls might even have trouble talking her down given they didn't exactly look like themselves either. What Miles did know is that if this kept becoming a greater spectacle, more people would show up and there actually would be an investigation. That is not something that would bode well for them.
Then there was the question of the unprepared, apparently poor photographer. Something about the man just bothered him, why had he been there with such nice equipment but such a novice setup? It could have been general paranoia, but Miles' mind just couldn't let it go; something else was amiss.
The scream captured his attention though, and both Lucina and Cordelia seemed convinced; Tharja was over in the building somewhere --the one he'd predicted. "Come on, we have to go, right now," he said, forcing his way through the throngs of pedestrians. Speed was priority, and as such the tactician crossed the roads quickly timing his speed in between blocks so that by the time he arrived at the crosswalk he could jog to the far side. It took much less time than he expected to reach his destination.
Sure enough, atop one of the high steel girders stood a familiar figure --dark and brooding as always. "You guys are going to have to talk her down from there," he said, turning to Lucina and Cordelia. Miles could not do it, she didn't know him and would likely cast something his way if he even tried. At this rate the girls might even have trouble talking her down given they didn't exactly look like themselves either. What Miles did know is that if this kept becoming a greater spectacle, more people would show up and there actually would be an investigation. That is not something that would bode well for them.
Then there was the question of the unprepared, apparently poor photographer. Something about the man just bothered him, why had he been there with such nice equipment but such a novice setup? It could have been general paranoia, but Miles' mind just couldn't let it go; something else was amiss.
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