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bravenewworld2015-10-11 12:00 am
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Entry tags:
- !plot,
- dragon age: isabela,
- dragon age: merrill,
- fate series: saber,
- fate series: waver velvet,
- final fantasy v: lenna tycoon,
- girl genius: gilgamesh wulfenbach,
- gundam wing: duo maxwell,
- love live!: honoka kousaka,
- magi labyrinth of magic: morgiana,
- original character: yuuna sugasawa,
- persona 4 arena: fuuka yamagishi,
- persona 4: chie satonaka,
- persona 4: rise kujikawa,
- persona 4: yosuke hanamura,
- persona 4: yukiko amagi,
- ressha sentai toqger: right,
- sailor moon: ami mizuno,
- sailor moon: haruka tenoh,
- sailor moon: minako aino,
- sailor moon: rei hino,
- tales of symphonia: raine sage
A Well Earned Celebration
[The battle was over and the god Reshiram defeated, driven away by the aid of Union and its allies. The city was safe, by and large, and as the news spread throughout the peoples of the tundra, they began streaming back into the settlement in droves. Dirty, ash-coated faces were filled with relief and gratitude when they saw that it wasn't just a rumor and that their home had indeed been spared. Not everyone was so lucky, but they'd weathered worse, of course. The people of Glacier endured, as they would always endure, and they were also a people that repaid their debts. And they most certainly all agreed that they owed their rescuers a debt.
So, as night fell after the battle, a great celebration was prepared in the center of Glacier. A wide square was cleared away in a matter of hours, and the people gathered what they could in a show of thanks. Tables of food, bonfires towering into the night sky to keep out the autumn chill, and throngs of cheering wellwishers lined the area. Warriors of glacier, men carrying swords and women all bearing axes offered enthusiastic handshakes and claps on the back. Music of all kinds was played, though tribal tunes full of horn and percussion, chanting and yodeling, and even some brass groups dominated the soundscape.
A platform for various elders was set up, and they offered speeches, of course...but those were somehow dwarfed by the presence of the divine beings that were waiting silently for the proceedings to end. Some of the gods that had come to the aid of the war parties had apparently decided to stay, though their reasons were as mysterious as they themselves. The humans would have their time, and the Servants would mingle freely throughout the evening.
Food, of course, is set out in piles. Meat, fish, arctic berries, and various pastries and the like line table after table. A smorgasbord of Glacier specialties, each with a new and unique flavor all their own, and some (such as the stew) possessing a smell that only a native could probably endure. Akutaq in particular seems to stand out among the worst offenders, but the Glacier natives seem rather fond of it, and offer it to their rescuers with great gusto.
And the rewards do not stop at simple meals. either. As the speeches begin to wind down, a woman some might find familiar walks up onto the stage carrying a singularly massive trunk and dropping it down onto the wood with a heavy thud.]
Southerners! You have done a great deed this day! We, the people of Glacier, would like to thank you and honor your sacrifice! Few would do as you have done, coming to the aide of strangers against the might of that dragon...and you have accomplished something we did not think possible. To that end, we would like to present you with the first of many gifts, a token of our gratitude and a promise that should you need it, we will come to your defense in a time of need!
[And then with a sharp kick, she cracks open the trunk and reveals a veritable treasure trove of three different stones to be distributed by her subordinates.]
Rest well, and enjoy the festivities! You are welcome here, for as long as you like! Eat, drink, and be merry within our halls!
So, as night fell after the battle, a great celebration was prepared in the center of Glacier. A wide square was cleared away in a matter of hours, and the people gathered what they could in a show of thanks. Tables of food, bonfires towering into the night sky to keep out the autumn chill, and throngs of cheering wellwishers lined the area. Warriors of glacier, men carrying swords and women all bearing axes offered enthusiastic handshakes and claps on the back. Music of all kinds was played, though tribal tunes full of horn and percussion, chanting and yodeling, and even some brass groups dominated the soundscape.
A platform for various elders was set up, and they offered speeches, of course...but those were somehow dwarfed by the presence of the divine beings that were waiting silently for the proceedings to end. Some of the gods that had come to the aid of the war parties had apparently decided to stay, though their reasons were as mysterious as they themselves. The humans would have their time, and the Servants would mingle freely throughout the evening.
Food, of course, is set out in piles. Meat, fish, arctic berries, and various pastries and the like line table after table. A smorgasbord of Glacier specialties, each with a new and unique flavor all their own, and some (such as the stew) possessing a smell that only a native could probably endure. Akutaq in particular seems to stand out among the worst offenders, but the Glacier natives seem rather fond of it, and offer it to their rescuers with great gusto.
And the rewards do not stop at simple meals. either. As the speeches begin to wind down, a woman some might find familiar walks up onto the stage carrying a singularly massive trunk and dropping it down onto the wood with a heavy thud.]
Southerners! You have done a great deed this day! We, the people of Glacier, would like to thank you and honor your sacrifice! Few would do as you have done, coming to the aide of strangers against the might of that dragon...and you have accomplished something we did not think possible. To that end, we would like to present you with the first of many gifts, a token of our gratitude and a promise that should you need it, we will come to your defense in a time of need!
[And then with a sharp kick, she cracks open the trunk and reveals a veritable treasure trove of three different stones to be distributed by her subordinates.]
Rest well, and enjoy the festivities! You are welcome here, for as long as you like! Eat, drink, and be merry within our halls!
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But not just any hat. This hat was four times larger than Gil's head. It was purple with red stripes, it had spikes AND wings sticking out of it, it had a torch on the top, and as a final detail, it had a plaque affixed to the front that read: "GILGAMESH WULFENBACH: SHMOTT GUY!"
Suffice to say, Gilgamesh looked like an absolute twit wearing it. But they had been SO INSISTENT that he have it, and every time he tried to take it off or "lose" it, someone ended up bringing it back to him. The smart guy couldn't be without his hat, after all.
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Which is why he nudges ol' Betsy over to Gil as soon as he spots him. "Hey, Gil! You..."
He looks at the hat, then at Gilgamesh, then back at the huge hat...
And proceeds to double over with laughter.
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Eventually, Right would finish laughing.
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"So, you're the new king of Glacier or what?"
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He made an ugly face. Or at least a slightly different ugly face from the one he was already making. "The bunch giving it to me were so reverential about the whole thing that I didn't think I could turn it down without causing a diplomatic incident."
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He then reads the words on his hat. "What's 'Schmott' for?"
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He took in Right's bandages with a look. "Are you sure you should be out celebrating right now?"
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[Yes, she is admiring it unironically.]
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IS SHE MOCKING ME I WILL DESTROY HER I WILL FIND HER HOME AND BOIL IT FOR A THOUSAND MISERABLE YEARS! THEY WILL SPEAK OF IT IN HUSHED WHISPERS FOR THE REST OF TIME!
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No, wait, I think that actually sounded pretty sincere. She doesn't LOOK like she's mocking me...
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[Handing hat to Merill. No doubt it will end up back on Gil's head soon enough, though.]
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[Gilgamesh away!
Thread not over, though, for now Merril is stuck with a hat that is very noticeable and has someone else's name on it.]
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Eventually, she just can't control herself anymore. She bursts out laughing.
"Gil! Holy flaming hells! Where did you get that hat?!"
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He scowled, "I think if I take it off for more than ten minutes I might cause a diplomatic incident."
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She shrugged in reply. "And it's not like you're going to be here forever. The hat looks a bit like a trophy, anyway."