All are playthings of Fate until they bond together
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All are playthings of Fate until they bond together
Ramona: What are you reading?
Simon: Huh- oh. It's nothing.
Ramona: ...You think I won't get it or something?
Simon: I know you won't get it.
Ramona: Just let me see it.
Simon: I'm telling you that you won't understand-
Simon: Ramona, give me my book back.
Ramona: You said I won't get it, but this makes total sense!
Simon: Oh yeah? What does it say?
Ramona: It says- uh...
Simon: You don't know. And why don't you know? Because I said you wouldn't.
Ramona: That isn't why, it's because I don't waste my time with my head in a book.
Simon: I have not wasted any time, this information is valuable.
Ramona: Bullcrap. What could you possibly learn from reading that would be of more importance than training your bod-
Simon: You know I can't do that!
Ramona: It isn't that you can't-
Simon: Go away.
Ramona: Simon, that isn't what I meant.
Simon: I don't care what you were trying to say. Leave.
Ramona: Fine. Fine, whatever. You're still a big softie who can't handle tough truth, and I guess I'm still a hardheaded idiot with a huge mouth, right? Why am I even bothering to talk to you?
Simon: We both know the answer to that.
Ramona: You think you know everything. But you don't. And the day you realize that, I'd love to see the look on your face.
Simon: I already told you to leave.
Simon: Ramona, I'm here to demand you tell me what you did with my satchel.
Ramona: There was nothing good in there, dunno' why you need it back.
Simon: The contents of that bag are important to me.
Ramona: They're in that trunk over there.
Simon: The locked one?
Ramona: I'll unlock it in a sec.
Simon: Why not now? You obviously aren't busy.
Ramona: I am busy.
Simon: Doing what?
Ramona: Getting on your nerves.
Simon: What is your problem?
Ramona: Tell you what, I'll open that trunk right now if you honestly say straight to my face what you think of me.
Simon: What I think of you? You really want to go there right now?
Simon: I think you're selfish. I think you're brash and immature and ignorant and aggravating. You're violent, rude, dirty, and most of all, you're unable to understand me in any fashion because you're too busy pushing your meathead training methods on me even though they won't work! I am not you, and you can't make me you!
Ramona: ...Time to hold my end of the bargain.
Simon: That... that's it?
Simon: You aren't going to fire back at me?
Ramona: No. I'm not.
Ramona: Here's your stuff.
Simon: I wanted to- to apologize.
Ramona: Oh really? What for?
Simon: You asked what I thought of you, and in that moment all I could think of was how you got me so angry.
Ramona: That's what I wanted. You don't seem to remember how much I've done for you. You said I'm selfish. You don't know that I gave up a lot of my childhood to keep you from dealing with the crap I had to deal with. So I'm immature. I didn't have the free time to learn how to read, I was busy keeping the both of us alive. I'm ignorant. I needed you to hear yourself in the quiet, y'know?
Simon: It doesn't have to be like it was. We're in a better place now. You don't have to feel like it's your job to keep me alive-
Ramona: It will always be my job, Simon. Always. If you ever died, I would never forgive myself, and you're stupid for thinking otherwise.
Ramona: You aren't a child. I know. You are able to keep yourself safe, but what you don't seem to realize is that your stubbornness doesn't make you any less frail.
Simon: I don't like it this way. It isn't right that you won't just separate yourself from me. You need your own life.
Ramona: I chose this. It doesn't matter how much of a pain in the butt you are, I'm sticking with you until the very end.
Simon: ...Alright. It's your decision to make.
Ramona: Now how about you try to join me in training for a little bit?
Simon: Are you sure I won't slow you down?
Ramona: It doesn't matter. Just tag along, will you?
Ramona: Awesome. Now, I want you to start with some breathing exercises-
After a lengthy hiatus due to... ahem... technical difficulties (silently shakes fist at the universe for terrible luck), I have gotten my computer back and can now resume work on this blog! I was pleasantly surprised to find that this site was still visited often by older readers and newer ones, which is a fantastic self-esteem boost that I really needed :)
Please note that Unit Spotlights will still be weekly and on Friday, but I have owed this one since the Friday before last Friday... yikes.
Now, without further ado, Simon, the frail and snarky dark mage.
A bitter and irritable boy, he is vastly more intelligent than most. He is arrogant, though, and he is known to nag those who don't do things his way, which he's convinced is the best way. He scolds his sister frequently for being so "ignorant" to the things she could learn. he finds comfort in books, he has a distaste for other people, and is not one to waste time.
Simon is the only dark mage until you recruit Kimmel. Even when you do recruit Kimmel, the only reason you should bench Simon is if the RNG has treated him with cruelty or you find Kimmel's superior strength and defenses more valuable than Simon's high attack power and adequate speed. The pros of using Simon are as follows:
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.
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 :\