—Not that it matters. She's some goody two-shoes house leader who wants to prove herself, and he's just here for Zephia. Trying to compare their upbringings is laughable, because it doesn't matter. They aren't ever going to see eye-to-eye.]
So you've spent most of your life here? Why'd you end up in the Black Eagles? Sounds like you could've gone to any house.
I'm sorry, were you expecting an answer beyond that, because--]
Miss Rhea always gets the final say, one way or another. I don't mind it. It seemed like this class was the most interesting one, so it at least makes me happy that it worked out like this. It means I get to know you guys more!
It's really nice. Most other kids didn't want anything to do with me.
[Cover up, cover up, keep the story consistent. Better to let him think she came from nothing, right? And it's not entirely wrong; she and Cyril never really got along.]
[Alear's gaze averts briefly. If she's being honest, she doesn't really know why Cyril's so aggressive towards her...]
...I don't really know. Maybe they just all kind of thought less of me for it.
[Still, Alear smiles.]
It doesn't really matter now, when everyone's pretty nice here! It just means I've got the chance to show what I can do, and I don't want to fail you guys.
[Sheesh, so she isn't even off-putting in any tangible way like Griss is? Tough luck. Might make this whole leadership thing more of a pain in the ass for her than anyone's expecting. But that works in his favor anyway for their stupid little bet, so it's fine.]
Huh. Well, guess I'll wish you luck. 'Course, works out better for me if you do fail - so I'll be watchin' and seein' where you go.
[Alear seems to puff up just the slightest bit with pride, but as she looks down to the bruise she's given him...]
Well, good. Because I'm not gonna disappoint. Come on, though; we should go get that bruise looked at. We can't have one of our classes' best casters left with something like that.
[...Best?? Damn okay, butter him up, why don't you. The worst part is that it works, and he hates that it works. Is he really this starved for praise??]
It's just a bruise, it'll heal in... [he pauses, digging his fingers in again and earning another pleased hiss] less than a week. I'd give it four days, tops.
[Long enough to be felt, not long enough to be a liability.]
'Sides, no sense wasting anyone's healing magic on something like this. I like havin' a reminder of my loss, y'know.
[She said what she said!! She just hasn't gotten to know Griss enough to know she should maybe regret saying it. But he did do a good job in the battle, and people should always be praised for their hard work!
Still, uh, wait]
Griss, you shouldn't--
[Wait, hold on. Back up. Huh???]
...You do? Why? That just seems kind of counter-productive...?
[what, don't you want to make rhea die in real time???]
There is nothing fun about getting hurt in a fight! You could end up dying if you let yourself get too injured!
[You know what, no, talking about this is going to get us nowhere. Alear is going to try and grab at one of Griss' hands (because politeness is a virtue that Alear does not have--), and start to drag him elsewhere if he doesn't have anything to say about it--]
As your class leader, I cannot abide by such behaviors. We're going to Miss Manuela to get that healed.
Besides, I can heal! I am perfectly capable of tending to my own injuries! If it was gonna seriously put me in danger, I'd treat it enough that it wouldn't, it's not like I've gotta death wish!
[i mean the moment he nearly dies in combat it's all over and his kink will be fully unlocked,,, but it's fine,,, for now,,,]
[so i guess we know what's happening with our first bandit mission, huh.]
Will you please just give me less reason to worry, so I don't have to worry you?
[Alear is. Not good at this. It comes from a very sincere place of concern, but she's never been made to deal with such blatant stubbornness before, because she simply cannot wrap her head around this man and what he's thinking. If you have something wrong, treat it??? Even if you like pain for some reason???]
I don't like the idea that I hurt you, okay? I don't like the idea that something I did could be the reason something happens.
Think of Princess Edelgard's reputation! Or even Prince Hubert's feelings on the matter! They'd say all sorts of nasty things about her if they ever found out she was hurting you!
[Wriggling intensifies!! Ugh, this is gonna annoy Zephia if she hears about it, and she probably will hear about it given Manuela doesn't seem like the sort of person who can keep her mouth shut...]
Ugh, look. I'll heal it myself. I'll even let you look me over. That an acceptable compromise?
[Oh good, she let go. Now if only he was fast enough to get away... No, he knows that won't work. He's definitely not fast enough to outrun her, and even if he was, she'd likely just tattle on him and Zephia would make a face at him. He's supposed to be at least decently well-behaved here! Ugh. Fine.
Griss rolls his eyes and unbuttons the bottom of his uniform jacket, yanking up his undershirt high enough for Alear to see the forming bruise. It's a bright red right now, and if left alone would darken into a nasty purple. She can likely see a few matching red tattoos on his ribs from here as well.]
'Cause it is an inconvenience. But fine.
[He holds his free hand over the bruise and Faith magic knits the wounds. It takes a bit longer than it would for a stronger or more experienced mage like Manuela, but before long the skin settles back into its usual pale hue.]
[Alear does watch that with rapt attention--much like a kid at heart seeing how something is done alongside being a leader harping on her stupid underclassman. If she can even call him that, really, but Alear does seem to ease a bit at seeing him all better.]
Yeah, I am. It at least shows me that you can take care of yourself, even if you're stubborn and choose not to.
[Alear pauses a bit, though. Should she apologize at all...? She considers it for a moment, just...]
...Look, if you can at least take care of yourself before battle, you can get into whatever trouble you want. I've always been told that you need to take care of injuries before they become a problem, and while I don't really get it...
At least you're not doing permanent damage, this way.
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[Are these people to her what Zephia is to him?
—Not that it matters. She's some goody two-shoes house leader who wants to prove herself, and he's just here for Zephia. Trying to compare their upbringings is laughable, because it doesn't matter. They aren't ever going to see eye-to-eye.]
So you've spent most of your life here? Why'd you end up in the Black Eagles? Sounds like you could've gone to any house.
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[...
I'm sorry, were you expecting an answer beyond that, because--]
Miss Rhea always gets the final say, one way or another. I don't mind it. It seemed like this class was the most interesting one, so it at least makes me happy that it worked out like this. It means I get to know you guys more!
It's really nice. Most other kids didn't want anything to do with me.
[Cover up, cover up, keep the story consistent. Better to let him think she came from nothing, right? And it's not entirely wrong; she and Cyril never really got along.]
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Still nothing, he tells himself. Stop it.
(Maybe some part of him is desperate for someone to get it.)]
Why not? Bubbly person like you seems like she'd have a ton of friends. What are you doin' that's drivin' 'em away?
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...I don't really know. Maybe they just all kind of thought less of me for it.
[Still, Alear smiles.]
It doesn't really matter now, when everyone's pretty nice here! It just means I've got the chance to show what I can do, and I don't want to fail you guys.
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Huh. Well, guess I'll wish you luck. 'Course, works out better for me if you do fail - so I'll be watchin' and seein' where you go.
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You're starting to take this seriously, huh?
[Alear seems to puff up just the slightest bit with pride, but as she looks down to the bruise she's given him...]
Well, good. Because I'm not gonna disappoint. Come on, though; we should go get that bruise looked at. We can't have one of our classes' best casters left with something like that.
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It's just a bruise, it'll heal in... [he pauses, digging his fingers in again and earning another pleased hiss] less than a week. I'd give it four days, tops.
[Long enough to be felt, not long enough to be a liability.]
'Sides, no sense wasting anyone's healing magic on something like this. I like havin' a reminder of my loss, y'know.
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Still, uh, wait]
Griss, you shouldn't--
[Wait, hold on. Back up. Huh???]
...You do? Why? That just seems kind of counter-productive...?
[hm. why does she hear boss music.]
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'Cause it's fun? I like pain, and your tactics left me without a single bruise. Figured you might as well make up for it!
[i am so sorry. griss, however, is not.]
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...I'm sorry?
[DUDE. Hang on a second, Alear is trying to process this because she's pretty sure she's going to have some questions for Miss Rhea tonight--]
Why do you enjoy pain so much? Being in pain is a bad thing, last I checked?
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[DO NOT MAKE HIM EXPLAIN KINKS TO YOU, GIRL,,,]
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There is nothing fun about getting hurt in a fight! You could end up dying if you let yourself get too injured!
[You know what, no, talking about this is going to get us nowhere. Alear is going to try and grab at one of Griss' hands (because politeness is a virtue that Alear does not have--), and start to drag him elsewhere if he doesn't have anything to say about it--]
As your class leader, I cannot abide by such behaviors. We're going to Miss Manuela to get that healed.
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[Too late, his speed stat is not high enough to avoid this, he's been grabbed!!! His strength stat is also not high enough to wriggle free.]
Lemme go! C'mon, it's just a bruise, it's not gonna cause any problems! The hell's gotten into you!?
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[DO NOT MAKE HER CARRY YOU TO THE NURSE'S OFFICE, GRISS, SHE WILL!!!]
If you're not going to go yourself, it falls on me to get you to!
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[THIS IS NOT AS BIG A DEAL AS YOU'RE MAKING IT—]
Besides, I can heal! I am perfectly capable of tending to my own injuries! If it was gonna seriously put me in danger, I'd treat it enough that it wouldn't, it's not like I've gotta death wish!
[i mean the moment he nearly dies in combat it's all over and his kink will be fully unlocked,,, but it's fine,,, for now,,,]
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Will you please just give me less reason to worry, so I don't have to worry you?
[Alear is. Not good at this. It comes from a very sincere place of concern, but she's never been made to deal with such blatant stubbornness before, because she simply cannot wrap her head around this man and what he's thinking. If you have something wrong, treat it??? Even if you like pain for some reason???]
I don't like the idea that I hurt you, okay? I don't like the idea that something I did could be the reason something happens.
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So, what, it'd be fine if I asked Edelgard to beat me up?
[THAT IS NOT FINE FOR OTHER REASONS, DUMBASS]
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[WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS.]
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I mean yeah, but as long as his girlfriend's not hurt then is there really any room to complain?
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[come on, we're almost there...!]
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[Wriggling intensifies!! Ugh, this is gonna annoy Zephia if she hears about it, and she probably will hear about it given Manuela doesn't seem like the sort of person who can keep her mouth shut...]
Ugh, look. I'll heal it myself. I'll even let you look me over. That an acceptable compromise?
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[...This is fast getting nowhere, but Alear puffs her cheeks out a bit and she'll actually let him go, nodding her head.]
...Fine, yes. That's acceptable. You don't have to make it sound like such an inconvenience.
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Griss rolls his eyes and unbuttons the bottom of his uniform jacket, yanking up his undershirt high enough for Alear to see the forming bruise. It's a bright red right now, and if left alone would darken into a nasty purple. She can likely see a few matching red tattoos on his ribs from here as well.]
'Cause it is an inconvenience. But fine.
[He holds his free hand over the bruise and Faith magic knits the wounds. It takes a bit longer than it would for a stronger or more experienced mage like Manuela, but before long the skin settles back into its usual pale hue.]
There? See? No more bruisin'. You happy now?
[because he sure isn't!!!]
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Yeah, I am. It at least shows me that you can take care of yourself, even if you're stubborn and choose not to.
[Alear pauses a bit, though. Should she apologize at all...? She considers it for a moment, just...]
...Look, if you can at least take care of yourself before battle, you can get into whatever trouble you want. I've always been told that you need to take care of injuries before they become a problem, and while I don't really get it...
At least you're not doing permanent damage, this way.
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[Linhardt's definitely better at it, but Griss has had a fair bit of practice. Mostly on himself, but let's not talk about that—]
I'm not stupid enough to risk infection or debilitating injury. I ain't gonna cause problems for the Black Eagles with it. It's just for fun, yeah?
[He lowers his shirt, but doesn't bother buttoning the overcoat back up.]
But I'll take that compromise. I'll be fully healed before any battles we face. Good enough?
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