All are playthings of Fate until they bond together
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All are playthings of Fate until they bond together
Annika: Hey, me and some friends were going to head downtown and see if there was anything we could buy for Taren. She seems a bit stressed out.
Annika: Well, I thought that maybe you could come with us?
Simon: Why? What benefits would I reap by waltzing around with ditzy young girls and shopping?
Annika: If we find the right present, we could really get Taren’s spirits up.
Simon: So what? Who cares how she feels?
Annika: She’s our friend.
Simon: She’s YOUR friend. Not mine. You go buy her a present on your own accord. I have no interest in expending my time for a stranger’s well-being.
Annika: Simon, she isn’t a stranger.
Simon: I don’t expect you socialites to understand my reasoning for declining your offer, but my decision isn’t changing anytime soon.
Annika: Whatever. But I’m not letting you off the hook next time.
Simon: Right, like you can tell me to do anything.
Annika: Taren wants me to tell you you’re a huge jerk.
Simon: Oh. Alright.
Annika: That's it? You don't even look the slightest bit bothered.
Simon: That is because I'm not.
Annika: So is this what you do all day? Read?
Simon: Is it any of your business?
Annika: What's the book about? Who wrote it?
Simon: Give it back! You and your grimy paws shouldn't be on my book!
Annika: This is-
Simon: It's mine, that's what it is!
Annika: Simon, I-
Simon: I don't care what you think about what I read, I don't care what you think about what I do, and I don't care about you, so buzz off!
Annika: Fine. But don't expect me to apologize.
Simon: I don't. I expect you to leave.
Simon: Ahhhg... oww.
Simon: Don't touch me! Stop that!
Annika: How did you get all the way out here?
Annika: You're so far from camp. What happened?
Simon: I don't know.
Annika: Did it have to do with that book?
Annika: You're lying.
Simon: I am not.
Annika: Simon, my mother wrote that book. And the curses in it aren't safe. They are only to be used with years of magic experience. You aren't even old enough to do basic spells in there.
Simon: Ugh. Why don't you leave me alone?
Annika: It was supposed to help you stop fainting, wasn't it?
Simon: How do you know about that?
Annika: ...Your sister told me about it. She said you get tired in high altitudes and that you can't do much physical labor without passing out, that-
Simon: I- it isn't- rrggh! So what if I was up here to try and get rid of it! It isn't like it worked! Here I was thinking for once things would go my way and I could be normal! And here you are looking at me like I'm a diseased puppy or something, I don't need your pity!
Annika: It's okay to admit you're upset-
Simon: I don't have time for this! I'm going back down to camp alone! I'll just put one foot here, and then the other one- there.
Annika: Let me just be your crutch, until we get to camp.
Simon: I can manage, cleric.
Simon: ...Fine. If you must. But I don't want anyone seeing me with you, we separate as soon as we get close.
Annika: I'll drop you off, then. Literally.
Simon: Don't drop me. That isn't funny.
Annika: I want you to be more careful.
Taren: Oh. Where is this coming from?
Annika: Taren, I want you to be more careful because I don't think you realize how much you mean to me.
Taren: Of course I do, Annika, but you can patch me up if I get too hurt, right?
Annika: If that was always the case, then there would be no death on the battlefield. But there is.
Taren: Why are you so tense?
Annika: Because you don't listen to me!
Taren: Annika, calm down-
Annika: Don't tell me to calm down! You took a hit and you shrugged it off without getting me to help!
Taren: That's what this is about? Annika, if I go to you every time I get a scratch, I'll never get anywhere on the battlefield, I'll be next to you like a forlorn puppy.
Annika: It wasn't a scratch, and what's so wrong with being closer to my side?
Taren: We'll talk about this later. Right now, I need to- be anywhere else doing anything else.
Annika: We'd better talk about this later!
Annika: You ready to talk now?
Taren: Now that you're not freaking out, I am perfectly okay with talking to you.
Annika: I'm sorry, it's just, we were the only girls our age in Hawkinson. I grew up with you, and I don't want you to... die.
Taren: I won't. I told you that I won't.
Annika: That doesn't mean anything and you know it.
Taren: So then what do you want from me?
Annika: I want you to take this more seriously! I know you, so I can tell you from experience that you have a problem with comprehending the gravity of a situation.
Annika: You don't get serious when everything around you does. Almost never is there a time where you understand that something could go wrong and most likely will. You just make dumb promises you might not be able to keep.
Taren: Maybe you are taking things too seriously.
Annika: You can't take war too seriously, Taren.
Taren: I can be serious. I've been serious.
Annika: I know, serious isn't the word I'm looking for. It's more like you're reckless. And that scares me.
Taren: You know what? I don't need you to lecture me.
Annika: That isn't what this is?
Taren: Sure sounds like it.
Annika: I'm sorry.
Taren: No, you shouldn't be sorry, cuz' I'm sorry.
Annika: You are?
Taren: I am totally sorry. I don't think enough about the consequences of my actions in combat. It's always the last thing on my mind. The first thing on my mind is keeping everyone I care about safe. That's always first.
Annika: I know. And that's why I had to apologize. I keep saying I know you, and I do, but that's why I should have realized you keep strict priorities. You've always considered me more important than you, but to me- it's just the opposite. So don't get yourself killed. Please.
Taren: I won't. I really won't. I pro-
Annika: Just don't do it.
Annika: And one more thing.
Annika: Your braids are messy. Let me fix it, it's been bothering me since this morning.
Taren: Sure, mom.
Annika: Hardy har har.
The spotlight for this week is on Annika, the healer with passion and fire! Her character description is as follows:
A healer whose mother is from a foreign land, she is outgoing and compassionate. She sometimes can get caught up in the heat of battle, and will say or do things that are out of her character. She has a secret temper, but tries to remain calm through prayers to the goddess Ancia, who she partially was named after.
Annika is the army's only cleric, which would be an issue if you didn't receive Schall, a troubadour you recruit only a chapter ahead of Annika, and Harley, who is recruited in Chapter 9. As a cleric, Annika has no means to defend herself, and she has fragile defensive stats, along with low HP. She also has serious competition as a healer, as Harley and Schall can both counterattack and absorb damage better than Annika. However, Annika has a few advantages over them:
Quick Note: I will post three other unit spotlights very soon, possibly all today, but normally, Unit Spotlight will be weekly. The three protagonists should have spotlight pages, so I'm going to get on that.
I am a recent high school grad who really should have better things to do. I have a passion for world building, video games (especially FE), and writing. I also enjoy music, doodling, and avoiding socializing :\