All are playthings of Fate until they bond together
The blog of an idealistic FE fan
All are playthings of Fate until they bond together
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
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 :\