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-
I had to take a brief leave because I've been helping with r/FE7, and I will probably be helping more often, so I will take advantage of today to make up for one of my missed days, but be aware my schedule will begin to become more erratic :\
Schall: Huh? Virgil, why aren’t you with Sylvain?
Virgil: It’s just that… I wanted to ask you why you’re so happy all the time.
Schall: Is that bad?
Virgil: It isn’t that it’s bad, it’s just confusing. You’re a trained knight, so why are you all... giggly?
Schall: Um- I dunno’-
Virgil: S-sorry, this was dumb…..
Schall: No, Virgil, it’s okay, I can- and he’s gone. Hmm...
Schall: Virgil, you ran off before I could answer your question!
Virgil: I think I might have a few ideas.
Schall: You do?
Virgil: Yes, and I’d like to run them by you to see which one is right.
Schall: I can just tell you.
Virgil: So, my first thought is you want to psych out your opponent.
Schall: Not really, my hair is enough to get the enemy to be laughing at me, to be honest. It’s funny, because-
Virgil: Two. You could be hiding something.
Schall: N-no, not at all! I pride myself on honesty, servitude, and kindness!
Virgil: Three. You don’t… enjoy killing people, do you?
Schall: Wh- what? No, I feel the exact opposite!
Virgil: So then what is it?
Schall: Because I get to do what I’ve dreamed of since I was a kid. I get to protect people. I’m wearing the armor I used to draw on parchment with sloppy pen marks, riding the horse that I raised from a foal, helping those who can’t protect themselves. I’m a knight, Virgil! Isn’t that worth smiling about?
Virgil: Four. You don’t understand how important being a knight actually is.
Schall: That isn’t right either.
Virgil: Schall, are you really that oblivious?
Schall: It isn’t like that-
Virgil: I thought that you were a role model. But you act like a child.
Schall: He’s gone again! And he’s going to leave the conversation like that?
Virgil: I… wish to apologize.
Schall: It’s fine, I forgive you.
Virgil: I understand that you care deeply about being a knight. It’s just that the way you described it made it sound… immature
Schall: I want to remain confident, and the best way to do that is to constantly remind myself why I’m here. I’m here because I have always wanted to help others, so that’s what I do.
Virgil: You’re so much better than me, aren’t you?
Virgil: I became a knight because I wanted people to be proud of me. It’s selfish, but my brother was the combat prodigy. Now he’s off with Alda doing who knows what. I wanted to be good at combat too, but I’m...not really well practiced in actual field combat.
Schall: But I’m not either. I’ve lived my whole life being told I was a magical prodigy. My parents were nobility, so they bought lots of books for me to read and a wonderful tutor. I was spoiled by my parents, but…
Schall: Well, it’s just that I never really put in a whole lot of work to get where I am. I’m just good at using staves. I’m good at light magic. Sometimes that puts a damper on my dream, y’know? It makes me feel like I didn’t earn the right to be here.
Virgil: I think the fact that you motivated yourself to this point with nothing but a dream counts for something.
Virgil: Yes. And I’m glad that you’re here. You’re an excellent knight. Even if you’re a bit- immature.
Schall: You are a good knight as well, Sir Virgil.
Virgil: Not yet I’m not. But… I will become stronger. I will surpass Liam! Thank you for encouraging me, Schall! Bye!
Schall: Oh- bye! ...Wait… who’s Liam?
I have recently become involved in a FE7 hack called r/FE7v2.5! It's a rom hack with reddit users putting in their characters as replacements for the originals! And I nabbed Sain, and replaced him with... SCHALL!! Yayyyyy!
So, we started working on supports recently, and I got one with the Kent substitue, HB (who is super meta), and I thought my readers might want a peek. Here is our support:
Schall: HB, do you remember the third day of our training?
HB: Yeah, why?
Schall: Because I was wondering... why did you decide to talk to me? Over everyone else?
HB: Well, why wouldn't I? Red knights and green knights are always friends, are they not?
Schall: What... what is that supposed to mean?
HB: Uh..good question. I'll try to explain later. Anyway, how's real combat holding up for you?
Schall: It's kind of overwhelming, even though I'm not really the one- wait...why can't you explain now?
HB: It's a very, very long story and we're kinda on a battlefield.
Schall: Well, I guess that makes sense, but then why are we having a conversation at all?
HB: I dunno, but you have been following me really closely for a while. Like, right next to me.
Schall: I- I did? It must have just been because you needed medical attention.
HB: I was fine, man. Most of the enemies are dead, anyway, and reinforcements aren't same tur-... ignore that last bit. Most of our enemies aren't very strong or quick, anyway.
Schall: Um... okay. So then I should probably just- go. Right? I'm not needed anymore.
HB: Wait, Schall- aaaand, he's gone. I suppose I should've explained myself better, but there's no real easy way to say ‘We're inside a video game’ without looking insane.
HB: Oh hey, Schall. I... have that explanation you asked for.
Schall: Alright. About the red and green knights, right?
HB: Yes. In many worlds and timelines, there exists a knight wearing red and a knight wearing green. Cain and Abel, Stahl and Sully, Oscar and Kieran, you get the picture.
Schall: I... I don't understand. Do we know them? Their names don't sound familiar.
HB: Well, yes and no. In a way, we are based off of them.
Schall: What do you mean, 'based off of them'? I'm not- I don't know who they are.
HB: ...Yeah, let's take this from a different angle. Do you ever notice how none of our soldiers ever stay dead? Like, they can be badly hurt, but even after getting caked in fire, they will always survive and be in fighting shape? That's because the world gets reset every time one of us dies. Or normally, at any rate.
Schall: Reset? What do you mean reset? What are you trying to tell me? Why are you being so weird?
HB: The world has been reset millions of times. A smaller reset when someone dies, and, when the players- to us, the gods, get bored- a larger reset, sending us back to the time we started to search for a girl on the plains.
Schall: The- the gods? Players? I still don't understand this reset thing. I don't know what you're saying, and I don't think I like it either. I don't want to talk about this anymore. Tell me when you're done with your conspiracies.
HB: I'm trying to explain, okay? It's just... I've never successfully explained this before. To anyone. Normally, I never bother.
Schall: I said I don't want to talk about it, HB!
HB: Please, Schall, c’mon, listen, I’m trying to make things easier for the both of us! We don’t exist for any reason but to serve a being we’ll never see! These battles are all we have, and what we do outside of them, it- it isn’t nearly as important as you think it is-
Schall: Stop! Just stop!
HB: Schall! Don't...shoot, he's gone again.
Schall: HB, I wanted to tell you that I didn't mean to get all flustered earlier.
It's just that I... I didn't know what you meant when you said those things. It's like you were telling me that what I was here for... like it was pointless. You know?
HB: Schall, I never meant you weren't important. Honestly man, I was mostly just joking around.
Schall: But all the talk of new worlds... and the- the people I didn't know. There are other people like us scattered who knows where, people above us that you described as all mighty, that they controlled our lives- that everything I did- it was all- that it was all... just... I don't know. I didn't want to be... useless.
HB: Look, Schall. Do you know how much any of that stuff is gonna be relevant to our struggles here?
HB: None. It won't
Schall: Tell me honestly. Don't pull the wool over my eyes here...am I really a pawn to these gods you talk about? Am I... just... a tool?
HB: Well... No. We are far more than tools, and anyone who says we are... isn't playing right.
HB: ...Just ignore it. What I mean is, we aren't paper cutouts or pawns. We're people.
Schall: ...Right. Right, of course. And this... what you were saying... it was just messing with me. Yeah. Right. Okay. I'm okay.
HB: Relax, Schall. Don't get so worked up over this, it’s nothing, really.
Schall: I'll... just stop asking then. Because you made it up. I'll just be seeing you, then, HB. Please don't scare me like that anymore.
HB: Alright. No more pranks. I promise.
Schall: Thank you. Now, to do my job. To help people. I'm helping. I'm real, and I'm helping.
HB: You guys know why I had to lie. Not everyone will understand this meta stuff. But, Schall'l bounce back. He always has.
Fun stuff, writing meta :P
Schall: Hello fellow wood enthusiast!
Hemn: Hello! Wait- what?
Schall: You’re a wood enthusiast, right?
Hemn: What’s a… enthusiast?
Schall: Someone who really likes a specific thing.
Hemn: Oh… no.
Schall: But you chop down trees right?
Hemn: I build things for people. I'm strong and they're weak, so they provide me shelter and sustenance, and I build things for them like little shacks and nice stables.
Schall: Do you do wood carving?
Hemn: Naw. I’d be no good at that. ‘Sides, that’s wasteful.
Schall: But I love wood carving! How is it wasteful?
Hemn: I think of every tree I cut down as a deal with nature. I kill a tree and plant a new one in its place. So I benefit from nature, and nature doesn’t suffer from me chopping a tree down. Also, I gotta’ get all the squirrellies and birds and the like down ‘fore I knock down their home. Then they’ll have an easier time finding a new place to stay and they don't get squashed.
Schall: Okay. But what does that have to do with wood carving?
Hemn: If you’re gonna’ take from nature, you have to use the things you get. Every part of it has to be used, and it all hasta’ be for important stuff. Not for making little- thingies with the wood, but like, things you need.
Hemn: The way I see it, it isn’t right to benefit from someone and then not return the favor. So when I cut down trees, I use the wood for something that matters. I hafta’ make sure that all the animals have new homes and that I’m not damaging any other trees when I knock down the one.
Schall: I guess that makes sense.
Hemn: Is that all you wanted to say to me?
Schall: Yeah, I think.
Hemn: Alright then. ‘Scuse me.
Schall: Of course.
Schall: Hemn, I was thinking about something you told me earlier.
Hemn: What, you didn't believe me the first time? I told ya' I have an extra little piece in my finger that lets me wiggle it 'round real weird. See?
Schall: N-no, not that. What you said about not returning a favor to someone.
Hemn: Oh. What about it?
Schall: It's just that... I have never thought of things that way. I've always let people use me, I thought it was the right thing to do.
Hemn: It's the right thing on your part. But they should be giving somethin' to you too. Do they give back to you?
Schall: Does supportive friendship count?
Schall: Then no.
Hemn: Again, I see true appreciation as nice returns. So if they don't give anything back to you, then they don't really feel grateful.
Schall: That isn't true.
Schall: I don't mind if no one gives something back to me, because I know that they appreciate me helping them.
Hemn: How do you know?
Schall: I just do. Y'know? I just do.
Hemn: I have lived my whole life working. Did you know that? I been on my lonesome since I was ten.
Schall: I had no idea.
Hemn: Well, I was. Anyway, when I was fourteen, there was this man who wanted me to build him a cottage right on the outside of this forest in Tryst. This guy told me he didn't have a house, so I thought I could give him this one without any charge. After all, I had recently gotten another huge job somewhere else, so it wasn't like I needed the man's food or shelter when I could just go to my other site. Makes sense, right?
Hemn: Well, this man did have another house. And you know how I found out?
Hemn: When I was done with his cottage, he told me thank you. Then, a few days later, he got stupid and left a lit candle in the house while he went off on an errand. The whole place burned to the ground. I saw the smoke rising from the forest and ran to the cottage. And when I found all of my hard work eaten by flames and smoke, I cried. I cried, and the owner found me crying, and he told me, 'relax, I have another one.'
Hemn: I have never felt angrier at anyone. He just didn't care about how much I put into making the very thing that was burning in front of me. He even lied to me so that he didn't have to pay for my services, because he knew that if he said he had a home, I wouldn't have helped him free of charge.
Schall: I'm sorry.
Hemn: I was lucky. The other job I was on, the rich guy who hired me recommended me to a blue blood in Kestra, and I got real close with one of her servants while I worked on a massive theatre with some of the duchess' other hands. I never did free labor again.
Schall: That's an awful story. But that doesn't change the fact that there are always people who need help and can't give back to you in any way but a gracious smile. And I'm okay with that.
Hemn: Fine. But don't be surprised when you get walked all over.
Schall: Is it true?
Hemn: Wh-where did you come from? And what're you so giddy about?
Schall: I heard that you were interested in helping me build a fence for the small village South of here. Is that true? Because you know it's for no charge, right?
Hemn: It is?
Schall: Oh. So you didn't know.
Hemn: Was this your idea?
Schall: I thought my skill in wood carving could be used for important things, like you said.
Hemn: Yeah, but you're not gettin' anything from doin' this.
Schall: I get experience. And I get the villagers a nice fence to keep their livestock.
Hemn: Experience, huh?
Schall: Yeah. And I don't think they're going to burn it down any time soon, either. The fence, I mean.
Hemn: I know.
Schall: So do you want to help us?
Hemn: I'll consider it.
Schall: I'll go tell the others-
Hemn: Wait, Schall.
Hemn: I wanted to thank you. I let somethin' bad that happened to me in the past get in the way of being a good person. But you- you didn't stop trying to get through to me. And you were a good friend to me, too.
Schall: ...You're welcome, Hemn.
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.
Karti: Yes, Sir Gill.
Gill: I wanted to reaffirm your willingness to fight.
Karti: By what do you mean?
Gill: I raised you. I can sense hesitation.
Karti: There is no hesitation.
Gill: If you want to talk about it-
Karti: I do not hesitate. I finish my opponents promptly and with precision.
Karti: I will dismiss myself.
Karti: Yes, Sir Gill.
Gill: I wanted to reaffirm-
Karti: I don't want to talk about this. I told you, there is no hesitation.
Gill: You are lying to me. You never lie to me.
Karti: I am not lying.
Gill: Karti, tell me what is bothering you.
Karti: It is nothing at all. I will be fine after some more time to myself.
Gill: But when you keep things to yourself, you boil in it. You never get better by sitting in your frustration. What is going on?
Karti: It is nothing. And as your comrade, I'm going to politely request that you cease your persistence.
Gill: And as your superior and your- your friend, I'm going to have to ask you to stop hiding things from me.
Karti: Are you going to order me?
Gill: That isn't what I meant at all.
Karti: Just stop prying.
Karti: Sir Gill.
Gill: Karti! Oh, um, I mean, good day, miss Karti.
Karti: I know you have been... concerned over my well-being. I apologize.
Gill: So what is the issue?
Karti: It is not an issue. It is a practice.
Gill: Elaborate, please.
Karti: I refuse to become a heartless murderer. My distance from my targets makes it easy for me to forget we're at war, because I don't see the life of my target leave their eyes, I can't imagine how fearful a novice feels after they kill. So I think before I fire each arrow. I think of the person I am about to dispatch. I think of their family, their friends, their allies and their loyalties. And then I shoot.
Gill: So it wasn't hesitation.
Karti: No. It is merely a flicker of my humanity speaking to me before I toss it aside and become the silver sniper everyone expects to see.
Gill: That is... quite noble.
Karti: It is not nobleness. It is decency, with which I will never part.
Gill: I am glad you are not in distress.
Karti: I am in distress. But I should be. All of us should be. War makes distress a necessity. Without distress, we become mechanical and cold. I won't let that happen. Now, may I be dismissed?
Gill: You may, Karti.
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.
Tyken: That will never work!
Taren: What will never work? You playing with nerd stuff?
Tyken: Taren, you wouldn't understand this.
Taren: Try me.
Tyken: There's this huge lightning storm coming soon, and I want to rout the electricity away from the camp. To do that, I need a tall, metal object, like a rod, but we'd have to somehow stack all the metal in camp to reach high enough, and even then, the lightning could end up striking a nearby tree instead, which could light on fire and fall over and crush one of the tents, maybe even the convoy, and I can't let that happen-
Taren: You're stressed.
Tyken: What does that have to do with anything?
Taren: I never see you stressed.
Tyken: That's nice, really fascinating that you would notice my aggravated behavior.
Taren: Why don't you just put a piece of metal on top of a tree?
Taren: Does that not work?
Tyken: I guess... it could? But what if it doesn't?!
Taren: We'll test it. When the storm comes, we know it'll go towards the highest target. We'll move our tents out of the way of the possibly toppling tree we put the rod on-
Tyken: And then we can find out the fate of the tree without any casualties or loss of resources!
Tyken: Taren, you're a genius!
Taren: I-I am?
Tyken: I have to go get everything ready. Thank you so much!
Taren: Wow. I guess I am.
Tyken: Taren, thanks to you, I've gotten to record valuable data.
Tyken: I'd love to see you try this puzzler next.
Taren: Snork! Hah, huh? Wha-
Tyken: See, look, there's this cavern nearby I wanted to check out because-
Taren: Is this a nerd thing? Because I'm not really a genius, you know that.
Tyken: Maybe you are and you just don't apply it.
Taren: Dude, I just don't think I was built for. I like chopping wood, beating up bandits, breaking things, not cavern exploration and tree-lightning rod-whatever it was we did.
Tyken: I knew you would do this.
Taren: Can I just sleep?
Tyken: You just restrain yourself. You keep yourself in this little bubble of your personality, you don't explore, you don't learn, you don't experience the new, you just loaf around in your own laziness and pretend like what you have now is good enough.
Taren: I'm good enough for myself, jerk. I don't have to constantly satisfy my need for inflating my ego by discovering things, I just exist.
Tyken: I didn't save the camp from being crushed by a tree to inflate my ego.
Taren: You're right, you didn't save the camp from being crushed by a tree. I did.
Tyken: Look, can you just come to the east of the forest after dark tomorrow? Please. I'll show you what it's like to see new things.
Taren: I won't like it-
Tyken: But will you go?
Taren: So what did you want to show me?
Tyken: The cavern here.
Tyken: The flowers here blow up.
Tyken: When they experience friction, they spread seeds by propulsing them into the air with a purple gas-like substance.
Tyken: Yeah, check it out.
Taren: ...Wow. That's awesome.
Tyken: But I don't know how the flower initiates the air burst. Like, what makes the mechanism in the flower work, I don't quite understand.
Taren: I suppose I could try and help.
Tyken: We'll work on it together.
Taren: Right. Now... um-
Tyken: What? Oh! Oh, I didn't-
Taren: You sprayed purple all over me.
Tyken: I can- hey!
Taren: Hah! Got you back!
Tyken: This means war, Taren!
Taren: Bring it! Ha ha ha!
Tenn: Get the spider off my bed!!
Taren: Spider? This again? Fine… got it. Why can’t you kill your own little spider?
Tenn: It was a big spider.
Taren: Tenn, you’re a big boy. You should be able to handle a bug.
Tenn: ...I know, but… they just… it was just…
Taren: That was sad. I’m a girl, y’know. I’m supposed to be the one who squeals at the bugs.
Tenn: ...Don’t tell anyone else, okay? A strong reputation like mine can’t be blackened simply because I squealed at a spider.
Taren: (Strong reputation?) Fine.
Tenn: It was a big spider.
Taren: There, 200 push-ups! What a nice morning workout.
Tenn: Taren! Why did you tell people?!
Taren: Because it was funny!
Tenn: I didn’t think it was funny, and I told you not to tell anyone!
Taren: Chill, dude, everyone’s afraid of something. We’re allowed to tease each other about it.
Tenn: What are you afraid of then, oh sister of mine?
Taren: Ha! Nothing! I was just trying to cheer you up.
Tenn: Well, it didn’t work.
Taren: It would’ve, if you hadn’t of asked anymore questions.
Tenn: I’ll find what you’re afraid of, Taren! You’ll rue the day you mocked me!
Taren: No I won’t!
Taren: Time for some training… hey... where’s my axe? My axe is gone! I loved that axe!
Tenn: Is that what you’re afraid of?! Losing your precious axe?
Taren: No, you idiot, but it would be wonderful if that didn’t happen. And you know what would make that easier?
Taren: Me having my axe! Where did you put it?!
Tenn: Are you scared you might not ever see it again?
Taren: Nope, because you’re going to tell me where it is! Speak before I make you a bend you into a big, ugly knot!
Tenn: Okay, okay, just lemme’ go! It’s in that chest over there.
Taren: That was stupid, Tenn.
Tenn: But there has to be something you’re afraid of.
Taren: Why does it matter!?
Tenn: Just…tell me, okay? You can tell me.
Taren: I... I’m afraid of losing my family. You guys are all I have left. My brothers, my friends who will never leave my side. If you or Tyken got hurt, I... don’t know what I’d do. I’m afraid of being powerless to help as my closest allies die right in front of me… there, is that what you wanted?
Tenn: Taren... I’m sorry.
Taren: Don’t be. I get it, it’s better to know that you’re allies aren’t invincible, so you know when to step in and help. And I shouldn’t have picked on you and betrayed your trust. Your fears are yours to own, and it isn’t anyone else's’ business unless you want it to be.
Tenn: Now, why do you like that axe so much?
Taren: I used it to chop firewood with dad. You don’t remember?
Tenn: No, I never did that because dad didn’t like me whining about splinters.
Tenn: Tyken! Brother of mine!
Tyken: Is there something you want?
Tenn: What? No, I-
Tyken: You want me to give you my rations at dinner-
Tyken: You want to borrow my practice wand to pick a knot out of your old headband again?
Tenn: I don't even wear that anymore, Taren does.
Tyken: So what is it then?
Tenn: Why are you so snappy today?
Tyken: Someone told me you thought I was no fun.
Tenn: Wha? I never- why would I-
Tyken: It's okay, because you're right. I'm not fun.
Tenn: Oh, good, because I totally did say that.
Tyken: I knew it!
Tenn: Great, I fell for that again! Now I'm going to have to figure out a way to make up for it, aren't I?
Tyken: Show me how to have fun.
Tenn: Seriously? It isn't really complicated.
Tyken: Well, I don't get it. Show me.
Tenn: Tomorrow. Today, I want you to help me carry Taren's practice supplies to the training grounds.
Tyken: What's all this stuff?
Tenn: That is a ball. For catch. That over there, is a dummy, for abusing, and all the way over there, is a hill, on which we will be rolling.
Tenn: Fun. Like you asked.
Tyken: Alright. So what do I do?
Tenn: Pick up the ball and throw it to me.
Tenn: Okay, try again, but this time, throw it about five times further.
Tyken: I can't.
Tenn: Um... let's try the dummy. Draw a face on it with this pen.
Tyken: I'll try.
Tenn: That's fine. Now, lean it up against that wall.
Tenn: Now shoot it with magic.
Tyken: But I drew a face on it...
Tenn: It's funny, c'mon.
Tyken: Let's try the other thing.
Tenn: Rolling down that hill?
Tyken: Yeah, and then I'm done for today.
Tenn: If you're up to it.
Tyken: I give up. I'm not fun. I'm the exact opposite, I'm completely boring. I didn't even have the guts to get my nice robes dirty rolling down the hill.
Tenn: But you did it once you changed.
Tyken: It wasn't fun, though.
Tenn: Let me try one more thing.
Tyken: There's nothing else you can do, Tenn. I'm doomed to be drab.
Tenn: Tell me what this is.
Tyken: That flower you have?
Tyken: Well... it's a flower.
Tenn: You know more about it than that, I'm you do.
Tyken: Well, it's called Shaverna's Clover, and when they're agitated, they glow in the dark.
Tenn Did you have fun telling me that interesting fact?
Tyken: I think a little.
Tenn: So that's how you have fun!
Tyken: Maybe you're right.
Tenn: What about this one?
Tyken: That's a heat fern. In hot temperatures, they produce more chlorophyll and become a deeper green.
Tenn: And this one?
Tyken: That mushroom is Tailtiu's Bane. They are great for medicine if you can pick them safely and dry them, but if they aren't dehydrated properly-
Tyken: Tenn, that mushroom is toxic on contact.
Tenn: Oh- well, glad we had this sibling bonding moment.
Tyken: Go see a medic.
Tenn: Right away.
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 :\