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metamorphosis2012-01-29 09:43 pm
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2012-01-29 09:43 pm
Entry tags:
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Title: we're not lost!
Characters: Spada Belforma (Protector), Luca Milda (Landsknecht), Iria Animi (Alchemist), Ange Serena (Medic)
Rating: G
33/365. etrian odyssey au fic.
“Do you even know where we're going?” The complaint's from the back, and Spada turns with a small frown to their alchemist, Iria; she frowns right back and puts her hands on her hips. Most of the party's stopped as well, with only the half-trained landsknecht they picked up a few days ago at the inn going on for a ways until he realizes no one else is with him and shuffles back to the group, stopping short of Spada. Spada glances at him and nods to Iria, holding out his hand.
“Yeah, 'course I do. Luca, gimme that map you've been chartin'.”
Luca hesitates, clutching the rolled up chart tightly, and shakes his head a little.
“U-Um, I'm not... I'm not sure it's a good idea to, um... look at it --”
“Dammit, man, just give it to me!”
Luca places it in Spada's hand and with a flourish the latter opens it –
and groans at the rough markings and messy, smudged lines.
“Did you even try on this? You're not useful for anythin', are you?”
Luca shrinks away and murmurs an apology, tears welling up at the edges of his eyes. Iria cocks her hip and rolls her eyes, while Ange (a beautiful young medic who had offered her services to the guild) moves to comfort the tearful landsknecht.
“So I'm right when I say you've seriously got no idea where we are or where we're going, right?”
“I do, we just ain't got a reliable map thanks to Luca over here. The next stairs down should be down this path and on the first right.”
He's right, of course; you don't go exploring down these mazes by yourself for nothing and not remember the easy exits. It's suffering to be with a new group (to make a guild, be the leader, recruit stupid kids who should've never left their mother, or hotblooded chicks with a fancy for destruction, or cold-hearted old men who are business and business alone, or church ladies with fine healing talents and finer body types, or young girls who are optimistic enough to spirit any party) but they'll make a fine exploration company yet.
Characters: Spada Belforma (Protector), Luca Milda (Landsknecht), Iria Animi (Alchemist), Ange Serena (Medic)
Rating: G
33/365. etrian odyssey au fic.
“Do you even know where we're going?” The complaint's from the back, and Spada turns with a small frown to their alchemist, Iria; she frowns right back and puts her hands on her hips. Most of the party's stopped as well, with only the half-trained landsknecht they picked up a few days ago at the inn going on for a ways until he realizes no one else is with him and shuffles back to the group, stopping short of Spada. Spada glances at him and nods to Iria, holding out his hand.
“Yeah, 'course I do. Luca, gimme that map you've been chartin'.”
Luca hesitates, clutching the rolled up chart tightly, and shakes his head a little.
“U-Um, I'm not... I'm not sure it's a good idea to, um... look at it --”
“Dammit, man, just give it to me!”
Luca places it in Spada's hand and with a flourish the latter opens it –
and groans at the rough markings and messy, smudged lines.
“Did you even try on this? You're not useful for anythin', are you?”
Luca shrinks away and murmurs an apology, tears welling up at the edges of his eyes. Iria cocks her hip and rolls her eyes, while Ange (a beautiful young medic who had offered her services to the guild) moves to comfort the tearful landsknecht.
“So I'm right when I say you've seriously got no idea where we are or where we're going, right?”
“I do, we just ain't got a reliable map thanks to Luca over here. The next stairs down should be down this path and on the first right.”
He's right, of course; you don't go exploring down these mazes by yourself for nothing and not remember the easy exits. It's suffering to be with a new group (to make a guild, be the leader, recruit stupid kids who should've never left their mother, or hotblooded chicks with a fancy for destruction, or cold-hearted old men who are business and business alone, or church ladies with fine healing talents and finer body types, or young girls who are optimistic enough to spirit any party) but they'll make a fine exploration company yet.