Noblesse Oblige [Znt/SI]
Dragonskyt
Ashen one, hearest thou my voice, still?
- Location
- Kiln of the First Flame
I'm honestly still waiting for the other shoe to drop.
This fic is much too... happy.
This fic is much too... happy.
- Location
- Leeds
Does this look like the face of a villain to you?
Of course not. If it did she'd never get away with it.
- Location
- Kyiv
With her charm and her bare hans.
Onmur
Archangel of Nutella.
Fixed.
- Location
- Elsewhere
How to deal with a strict parent: bring up an even worse possibility.
Her fluffy hens, you mean.
Heh, I got to remember my own pet chickens as well. Don't remember exactly what dish they end up into. though.
- Location
- italy
Or, what's worse, baby Louise does, and Karin has to find a way to tell a heartbroken five year old that no, Henny didn't go to a farm far far away...
- Pronouns
- she/her
Inb4 avian flu for the whole family.
DevilinDetail
Salty
I'm actually hoping this doesn't go the route of most Shade SIs, and gets played straight.
It has begun.
Retsof
I will keep you safe.
I'm just going to enjoy it and pretend I dont know Shades reputation. I like reading something fluffy for once.
I can see Cat coercing Karin into petting the hen. It would take awhile and she would never let Henry see her but she would eventually cave.
taovkool
Forever Gone
- Location
- The Library, Department of General Works
At first, I didn't know what you were talking about. Then I started reading a few chapters of Bond Breaker and.... yeah, I think I kinda get it.
Something horrible's about to happen. Hell, the tag didn't even try to hide it. It pretty clearly stated that shit's are about to happen. The only relevant questions are what kind of fuck up is about to happen, how many named characters we know are going to die and/or suffer an angsty existence because of it, and how much of that was Henry's fault.
Don't get distracted by the fluff. It's all only a matter of time.
Surprise! Henry's familiar is not Fury nor any other Chocobo.
It's Kalameet.
It's Kalameet.
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
I am honestly surprised nobody posted this since the 'Hugging Hen' thing.
You can feel the 'fluffy adorableness' from merely watching it.
You can feel the 'fluffy adorableness' from merely watching it.
Dragonskyt
Ashen one, hearest thou my voice, still?
- Location
- Kiln of the First Flame
- Location
- Mountains and rivers
Please, do not misuse quotation marks. The way you use them would make one think you're using scare quotes, but it's actually just emphasis.
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So why do you write angst so much? Making characters a gibbering wreck doesn't seem appealing, so I'm curious.
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- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Uh, didn't know that. Usually, I went with single quote because double quotes was for speech.
*The more you know*
As for Angst, wellllll...
Some people like comedy skits.
Some people like harems.
Some people like horrors.
I like the feeling of victory after hardships the likes of which would break lesser men, but do not break the heroes. I like the feeling of emerging from the deepest of darkness to scream at fate, to clutch the fires of retribution and victory and be able to stand proud upon the defeated corpses of trials and scream "I made it."
I like that feeling.
Thus, I wish to share that feeling.
I just realized that Karin wasn't crushing her book due to anger, rather she was trying her hardest to not squee out loud at how cute her daughter was being.
- Location
- Vestiges of Yesterday
Angst? No, this is nothing. You can say that after Bond Breaker Shade had lost his edge.
I regret nothing.
Edit. Is FF7 oficially on a backburner?
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- Location
- Mountains and rivers
Honestly, I'd be surprised if you did know. On forums, there's a surplus of people using single quotation marks despite BrE not being their primary style, so there's a natural impetus to use them. I think it has to do with using single quotation marks inside dialogue so people just used that everywhere (for most people).
I'm pretty sure I'm the only person here who reads about punctuation and grammar because I think it's fun.
I can recommend good resources for punctuation, if it comes up. Exhibit 1--the dialogue-ing.
Ah. I could never get through Bond Breaker, but I did notice that you always set up talking so as to remake protagonists into heroes a la Percy Jackson (what with your goals pretty much being stated as such and the reaction to female Shepard being... herself).
Chapter Eleven
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Chapter Eleven
I looked at the man in front of me as if he were an enemy, and then swallowed noisily. I nodded, and he did the same. The next second, I found myself disarmed. It had been quite fast, all things considered.
Being eleven meant that I could start not just with magic, but also with the basic training with a weapon worthy of a noble. That is to say, a wooden sword. "Again," the man said. "You must hold on to your weapon-not too tightly, or you'll grow tired, but not too loose, or you'll lose it, your grace." While magic training was pretty much limited in time depending on my Willpower reserves, there was nothing stating I couldn't practice sword-fighting until it was deemed appropriate for me to stop.
Considering my mother, appropriate meant a few hours every day, be it in the mornings and the afternoons, or the afternoons and the early hours of night. There were no excuses. I was to learn how to fight, and that would be it. I also was to learn how to fight on a saddle, and no excuses could be brought forth. If I was tired, then I just had to go to sleep earlier. Mother had decided that the best way to keep me away from Cattleya's pet hen was to keep me so busy I wouldn't be able to as much as move once I actually had free time.
Well played, mother. You won't be getting any mother of the year awards from me, but well done.
I grabbed my sword and resumed the stance I had been told to keep. I then began to lunge, only to end having the blows deflected, leaving me wide open for a riposte, "Too much strength," Lord Dujourn said while clicking his tongue against his teeth, shaking his head. "A rapier is not a scimitar, or a mace, your grace."
I would have loved to use a mace, and a shield, but that wasn't noble-like, so I was all out of shields, and maces. This didn't mean I couldn't have a staff. Only, there would be no shield associated with it.
I knew that one day, I'd have to merge the two. Thrusting with a rapier while chanting, trying to block blows, answer back, and at the same time throw spells from the tip of the sword-wand. Until then, it would be wooden rapiers with blunt tips.
Dinner was a quiet affair. Cattleya was in a bad mood, much to my surprise. Perhaps it was because mother hadn't yet allowed her to start magic, but she looked quite different from usual, the pout on her face clearly visible. Eleonore knew better than to ask at the dinner table, just like myself. While our parents didn't bother with it at first, it soon became clear as the course ended that they'd be inquiring in turn later.
Unfortunately for them, I got the head start. Twin-brother privileges and all of that tripe made it so that my room was quite near to Cattleya's, and so as I entered it half an hour after dinner, I was greeted with my sister's dog barking affectionately and waggling its tail in my direction. "Hello there, Bernard," I said as I rubbed the dog's head with a smile. Cattleya was looking at me from the bedside, her cat -Jean- meowing softly and flopping its ears around, swishing its tail back and forth. It was a striped cat, with quite the pedigree believing the man who had brought it.
In my opinion it was simply a cat like any others, but then again, I had always been more of a dog person myself. In a corner, Henny the Hen was resting atop her hay, having perhaps already laid an egg, or maybe having simply decided it would be better to get an early 'lights out'.
"Ah-Henry," Cattleya said with a small smile. "Do you need something?" she asked as she pushed a lock of her pink hair away from her face, her hands then nestling in her lap around the purring Jean.
"Not really," I answered as I sat down on the nearby chair, Bernard's head somewhat deciding that my lap would be the ideal place to stay and whine for more scratching. I obliged him, because he really was a good dog. "I just felt the negativity from the other side of the table, and you know how big our dining table is, Cattleya."
Cattleya smiled, "I don't understand what you're saying, brother."
"Is it...cramps?" I hazarded. "Like when Eleonore began having them, and then she was insufferable and tried to murder us for breathing too loud-"
"N-No," Cattleya said, shaking her head very quickly. "Brother-that's an uncouth thing to say, mother would be displeased-" she couldn't help but giggle, "I was just..." she looked at the cat in her hands, and then smiled gently. "I was just being a bit selfish."
I blinked, and inclined my head to the side as I furrowed my brows. "What is it about?"
"I asked mother if I could come to the princess' next birthday party," she said in a murmur, "But mother said no. She says I might end up sick, and it would be an imposition on her majesty if I had to be taken care of at the royal palace. It would be terrible to ruin the princess' birthday with my sickness, but...I have no one to write to while you and big sister do, and...and you're not always here, so I feel lonely-" Cattleya began to sniffle, and that was-that was the most heart wrenching sound I had ever heard.
There were three options in front of me, and all three seemed to hinge on protecting her smile.
"It's going to be all right," I said as I proceeded to stand up from my chair, place a knee on the side of the bed and then lunge to hug her tightly, my chin resting over her head as Jean took that as the cue to meow away. "I promise you, I'm going to convince mother-" I swallowed. "Perhaps I can convince father to convince mother," I amended quickly. "Now, now, no more tears-if it were a boy making you cry I'd be skewering him, but-I can't really skewer mother now." I patted the back of her head, "Please stop crying?" I pleaded once more, "pretty please with sugar on top?"
I hummed as I suddenly had a great idea. "We could invite people for our next birthday party?" I suggested. "I mean-mother never invites anyone, but maybe we can convince her-it would be pretty much the same, right?"
"Really?" Cattleya whispered, wiping her tears away as I nodded most firmly.
"Yes," I said. "I'll find a way. I just need to...well, play my cards," I smiled gently. "Don't worry, Cattleya. I'll get you some friends that you can write to. Even if I need to blackmail them, break their bones, or otherwise make them suffer the punishments of hell-"
Cattleya's eyes widened, "Brother-you can't do that!"
I sighed. "Fine! Not that," I said most amiably, before tousling her hair much to her pouting expression -if with far less pouting and far more annoyance involved. "But I'll get you a coming of age party that will net you a lot of friends, Cattleya. Why wouldn't it? You're the sweetest young lady there is," I smiled. "Just leave it to me." I moved back to the chair, and sat down on it with a grin. "Meanwhile...it's been a while, hasn't it? Where were we with the story of the Snake that Devoured the World?"
Cattleya hurriedly neared her bed desk, and pulled out a small parchment. I stared at it in surprise -had she been writing down a summary of the story? "The White Knight had been revealed as a female, and the sister of the Dark Snake," Cattleya said, "Thus she found herself faced with the dilemma of killing her brother, or trying to convince him to return to the light-" she swallowed nervously, "please tell me they'll make peace, brother-"
I smiled, but this time, mine was the smile of the shark that smelled blood.
"Who knows," I said with a sing-song quality to my voice. "But now I do remember. There they stood, the two of them-face to face upon the rooftop of the city's building, cracked tiles-"
Ten minutes, and Cattleya was asleep. Fifteen minutes, and I most resolutely marched to my doom in the name of Siscon-ship.
The door to my parents' rooms was somewhat of an impenetrable wall to my mind, the gates of Mordor, beyond which Sauron awaited.
Thus, I knocked.
I looked at the man in front of me as if he were an enemy, and then swallowed noisily. I nodded, and he did the same. The next second, I found myself disarmed. It had been quite fast, all things considered.
Being eleven meant that I could start not just with magic, but also with the basic training with a weapon worthy of a noble. That is to say, a wooden sword. "Again," the man said. "You must hold on to your weapon-not too tightly, or you'll grow tired, but not too loose, or you'll lose it, your grace." While magic training was pretty much limited in time depending on my Willpower reserves, there was nothing stating I couldn't practice sword-fighting until it was deemed appropriate for me to stop.
Considering my mother, appropriate meant a few hours every day, be it in the mornings and the afternoons, or the afternoons and the early hours of night. There were no excuses. I was to learn how to fight, and that would be it. I also was to learn how to fight on a saddle, and no excuses could be brought forth. If I was tired, then I just had to go to sleep earlier. Mother had decided that the best way to keep me away from Cattleya's pet hen was to keep me so busy I wouldn't be able to as much as move once I actually had free time.
Well played, mother. You won't be getting any mother of the year awards from me, but well done.
I grabbed my sword and resumed the stance I had been told to keep. I then began to lunge, only to end having the blows deflected, leaving me wide open for a riposte, "Too much strength," Lord Dujourn said while clicking his tongue against his teeth, shaking his head. "A rapier is not a scimitar, or a mace, your grace."
I would have loved to use a mace, and a shield, but that wasn't noble-like, so I was all out of shields, and maces. This didn't mean I couldn't have a staff. Only, there would be no shield associated with it.
I knew that one day, I'd have to merge the two. Thrusting with a rapier while chanting, trying to block blows, answer back, and at the same time throw spells from the tip of the sword-wand. Until then, it would be wooden rapiers with blunt tips.
Dinner was a quiet affair. Cattleya was in a bad mood, much to my surprise. Perhaps it was because mother hadn't yet allowed her to start magic, but she looked quite different from usual, the pout on her face clearly visible. Eleonore knew better than to ask at the dinner table, just like myself. While our parents didn't bother with it at first, it soon became clear as the course ended that they'd be inquiring in turn later.
Unfortunately for them, I got the head start. Twin-brother privileges and all of that tripe made it so that my room was quite near to Cattleya's, and so as I entered it half an hour after dinner, I was greeted with my sister's dog barking affectionately and waggling its tail in my direction. "Hello there, Bernard," I said as I rubbed the dog's head with a smile. Cattleya was looking at me from the bedside, her cat -Jean- meowing softly and flopping its ears around, swishing its tail back and forth. It was a striped cat, with quite the pedigree believing the man who had brought it.
In my opinion it was simply a cat like any others, but then again, I had always been more of a dog person myself. In a corner, Henny the Hen was resting atop her hay, having perhaps already laid an egg, or maybe having simply decided it would be better to get an early 'lights out'.
"Ah-Henry," Cattleya said with a small smile. "Do you need something?" she asked as she pushed a lock of her pink hair away from her face, her hands then nestling in her lap around the purring Jean.
"Not really," I answered as I sat down on the nearby chair, Bernard's head somewhat deciding that my lap would be the ideal place to stay and whine for more scratching. I obliged him, because he really was a good dog. "I just felt the negativity from the other side of the table, and you know how big our dining table is, Cattleya."
Cattleya smiled, "I don't understand what you're saying, brother."
"Is it...cramps?" I hazarded. "Like when Eleonore began having them, and then she was insufferable and tried to murder us for breathing too loud-"
"N-No," Cattleya said, shaking her head very quickly. "Brother-that's an uncouth thing to say, mother would be displeased-" she couldn't help but giggle, "I was just..." she looked at the cat in her hands, and then smiled gently. "I was just being a bit selfish."
I blinked, and inclined my head to the side as I furrowed my brows. "What is it about?"
"I asked mother if I could come to the princess' next birthday party," she said in a murmur, "But mother said no. She says I might end up sick, and it would be an imposition on her majesty if I had to be taken care of at the royal palace. It would be terrible to ruin the princess' birthday with my sickness, but...I have no one to write to while you and big sister do, and...and you're not always here, so I feel lonely-" Cattleya began to sniffle, and that was-that was the most heart wrenching sound I had ever heard.
There were three options in front of me, and all three seemed to hinge on protecting her smile.
"It's going to be all right," I said as I proceeded to stand up from my chair, place a knee on the side of the bed and then lunge to hug her tightly, my chin resting over her head as Jean took that as the cue to meow away. "I promise you, I'm going to convince mother-" I swallowed. "Perhaps I can convince father to convince mother," I amended quickly. "Now, now, no more tears-if it were a boy making you cry I'd be skewering him, but-I can't really skewer mother now." I patted the back of her head, "Please stop crying?" I pleaded once more, "pretty please with sugar on top?"
I hummed as I suddenly had a great idea. "We could invite people for our next birthday party?" I suggested. "I mean-mother never invites anyone, but maybe we can convince her-it would be pretty much the same, right?"
"Really?" Cattleya whispered, wiping her tears away as I nodded most firmly.
"Yes," I said. "I'll find a way. I just need to...well, play my cards," I smiled gently. "Don't worry, Cattleya. I'll get you some friends that you can write to. Even if I need to blackmail them, break their bones, or otherwise make them suffer the punishments of hell-"
Cattleya's eyes widened, "Brother-you can't do that!"
I sighed. "Fine! Not that," I said most amiably, before tousling her hair much to her pouting expression -if with far less pouting and far more annoyance involved. "But I'll get you a coming of age party that will net you a lot of friends, Cattleya. Why wouldn't it? You're the sweetest young lady there is," I smiled. "Just leave it to me." I moved back to the chair, and sat down on it with a grin. "Meanwhile...it's been a while, hasn't it? Where were we with the story of the Snake that Devoured the World?"
Cattleya hurriedly neared her bed desk, and pulled out a small parchment. I stared at it in surprise -had she been writing down a summary of the story? "The White Knight had been revealed as a female, and the sister of the Dark Snake," Cattleya said, "Thus she found herself faced with the dilemma of killing her brother, or trying to convince him to return to the light-" she swallowed nervously, "please tell me they'll make peace, brother-"
I smiled, but this time, mine was the smile of the shark that smelled blood.
"Who knows," I said with a sing-song quality to my voice. "But now I do remember. There they stood, the two of them-face to face upon the rooftop of the city's building, cracked tiles-"
Ten minutes, and Cattleya was asleep. Fifteen minutes, and I most resolutely marched to my doom in the name of Siscon-ship.
The door to my parents' rooms was somewhat of an impenetrable wall to my mind, the gates of Mordor, beyond which Sauron awaited.
Thus, I knocked.
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