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Joshua, what is the meaning of this? |
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Oh, these swords aren't mine. Well, except Old Iron here. I offered to clean
everyone's swords. |
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That is NOT what I was referring to, Joshua. |
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What is the problem, then? |
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Look around you! Her Highness has been very gracious in granting you a palace
chamber, and you let it get like this! The state of this room is appalling! |
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What do you mean? There's no dust or rats or anything. |
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Oh sweet Medea! Where are your boots? Here on the nightstand? Where's your armor?
Hung up? No! It's thrown on the reading table. |
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You mean I can't temporarily put them there? |
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Of course not! Where did you grow up? Don't answer that. I don't want to know. |
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Soooo... you want armor and clothes in the closet instead? |
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Yes, it would make my job easier. Wait, isn't that Princess Krista's sword? |
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Yes, it's seen some heavy use. I offered to sharpen it and clean it up. A few
knicks in it too. A little light for my liking, but it's a good blade. Well
balanced. |
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You are something else. Your room is worse than a rat's nest, but you keep your
weapons and armor well-maintained. |
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If you don't maintain your weapons, they'll fail you when you need them most. |
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All of that is well and good, but could you please maintain your chambers
better? |
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Sure, I can do that. |
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Thank you! Oh, next time you want to sneak out to the tavern, I can get you out
without Forrest knowing. Bye! |
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(Felicity leaves the scene.) |
That woman is something else. Reminds me of one of my aunts. |
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B Support |
Alright, just a little grime off the blade here, anddddd.... Done! Can't
say I remember anyone using this axe before. I wonder who it belongs to? |
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(Felicity enters the scene.) |
Ah, there you are, Joshua. Have you seen my- Aha! I had a feeling my axe
was with you. |
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Wait, you're saying this is yours? I never expected you to know how to use
martial weapons. Especially not axes. |
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Oh? And why not? |
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I figured you'd prefer to be on the sidelines. Provide support from a
distance with that magic-y stuff you do. |
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You aren't wrong, per se. I do not put myself in the line of fire if I can
help it. But having a Plan B can be useful just in case something goes
wrong. |
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Makes sense to me. Still, if you miss, it'll be costly. Re-orienting
yourself after a whiff takes time. |
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Oh, I'm well aware. But you know I can be light on my feet. |
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Yeah, but you can't depend on that all the time. |
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It's never failed me yet. |
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Still pretty reckless. |
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Well, if you think that, how about a quick spar? I'll show you that my
reflexes are more reliable than you think. I'll help you sneak out to the
tavern again if you win. |
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Hah! Sure thing, Felicity. Let's go! |
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A Support |
Joshua, can't you move quietly? The idea was to sneak through the servants'
halls. That means NO noise. |
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I'm trying Felicity, but these halls are a little small and narrow. |
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That's because we don't hire lumbering, mountain men as maids. |
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(The two run into a maid.) |
Eep! |
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Oh, am I in your way Miss Felicity? |
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Yes, you are. |
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My apologies. |
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(The maid begins to walk off but turns back.) |
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(The maid leaves the scene.) |
Ugh!! |
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You okay? Stubbed your toe or something? |
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No, I am NOT okay, Joshua! You did see her, right? |
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Yes, what of it? |
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She will think I'm sneaking a secret lover into or from my quarters! That
floozy hypocrite! |
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So? Who cares? I don't see how what she thinks matters. It's not going to
affect your standing with the princess or her parents. |
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It's the principle, Joshua! I don't want unneeded attention or people
talking about me. Staring at me... |
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Fuck 'em! |
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Pardon? |
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Fuck 'em. Who gives a shit? It's none of her business or her damn place to
back-talk someone as hard-working as you. |
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At least someone realizes I work hard around here. |
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You clearly work your ass off. If she gives you hell, tell her to fuck off.
Tell her where she can take her bitch ass. |
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Hee-hee. You sure you're not related to Her Highness? |
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I'm sure. |
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Anyway, here's the back door. Have fun at the tavern. |
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Why don't you come too this time? I think you need to unwind a little. |
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I really shouldn't, though. |
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You really want to deal with the other servants now? |
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You know what, alright. It's been a millenia since I've taken it
easy. F-Figuratively speaking, of course. Haha... |
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Hm? |
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Let's go. |
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(Felicity leaves the scene.) |
Huh, wonder what that was about? |
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What are you waiting for, Joshua? Come on! |
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Right behind you! |
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