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clonechildTimeline? What timeline? Okay, so I just wanted Khrynia to be in there. Also, the 'F is for fabulous' thing is totally stolen from TWEWY, but it sounds like something she'd say.
Fandom: The Last Remnant
Characters who are in it (even if not all of them get a speaking line): Irina, Emmy, Violet, Nora, Sheryl and Khrynia.
Word count: ~450 words
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They had set up camp as close to Koenigsdorf as they could, a sprawling mass of tents, cooking fires and sentries centred around the large wooden car that was used to cart the Gae Bolg around. Tents were generally shared between three people – baggage taking up all of the remaining room – and one of them was definitely filled with more than it could handle.
Irina wrapped her hands more securely around her mug when Sheryl and Khrynia pushed the loose flap that served as the entrance to the tent to the side and wormed their way in, jostling some people when they tried to sit down. Emmy had made the drinks, water and a bit of strong liquor mixed with ground scales from a monster they’d fought on the way to the Bases. It smelled and tasted delicious; sweet and with the slight tang of alcohol to sharpen it up. She’d have to be careful not to drink too much.
To her right, elbow pressed awkwardly to just above Irina’s knee, Emmy sat trading war stories with Violet and Nora, the Nightbloom sword in her hands as they admired the steel. To her left, Glenys was leaning over her shoulder to not be left out of the conversation, her chain mail leaving little imprints in Irina’s skin even through the thick fabric of her coat. Khrynia and Sheryl found themselves some room between and on the bags and blankets, Khrynia removing her hat lest she accidentally poke out someone’s eye.
Emmy paused in her retelling of the battles in Aveclyff to offer some of her mix to the new arrivals, both of whom accepted gratefully. Sheryl made little ooh’s and aah’s as she sipped it, Khrynia enthusiastically exclaiming that it definitely deserved an F.
‘An F?’ Emmy said amusedly, sliding her hands carefully over the blunt curve of the katana on her lap. ‘What’s the F for?’
‘Don’t you know? It’s for, like, fabulous! You should totally sell this stuff! You could, like, make millions! And then you could buy me more hats.’
Nora snickered. ‘Is that how it works? She works and you spend the money?’
‘Well, of course! I’m, like, way too awesome to spend my time working! You guys need me too much on the battlefield!’
Sheryl elbowed her, and from there the conversation derailed in how cute the assortment of shellfishes they’d seen had been, complete with rating for the sounds they made and how the sunlight had glinted off their carapaces.
Irina couldn’t help but smile as on her right the talk about battle formations and strategy started up again, and on her left the girls started an argument about a shellfish that had fallen into the water and whether or not that had been ‘totally cute’.
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Fandom: The Last Remnant
Characters who are in it (even if not all of them get a speaking line): Irina, Emmy, Violet, Nora, Sheryl and Khrynia.
Word count: ~450 words
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They had set up camp as close to Koenigsdorf as they could, a sprawling mass of tents, cooking fires and sentries centred around the large wooden car that was used to cart the Gae Bolg around. Tents were generally shared between three people – baggage taking up all of the remaining room – and one of them was definitely filled with more than it could handle.
Irina wrapped her hands more securely around her mug when Sheryl and Khrynia pushed the loose flap that served as the entrance to the tent to the side and wormed their way in, jostling some people when they tried to sit down. Emmy had made the drinks, water and a bit of strong liquor mixed with ground scales from a monster they’d fought on the way to the Bases. It smelled and tasted delicious; sweet and with the slight tang of alcohol to sharpen it up. She’d have to be careful not to drink too much.
To her right, elbow pressed awkwardly to just above Irina’s knee, Emmy sat trading war stories with Violet and Nora, the Nightbloom sword in her hands as they admired the steel. To her left, Glenys was leaning over her shoulder to not be left out of the conversation, her chain mail leaving little imprints in Irina’s skin even through the thick fabric of her coat. Khrynia and Sheryl found themselves some room between and on the bags and blankets, Khrynia removing her hat lest she accidentally poke out someone’s eye.
Emmy paused in her retelling of the battles in Aveclyff to offer some of her mix to the new arrivals, both of whom accepted gratefully. Sheryl made little ooh’s and aah’s as she sipped it, Khrynia enthusiastically exclaiming that it definitely deserved an F.
‘An F?’ Emmy said amusedly, sliding her hands carefully over the blunt curve of the katana on her lap. ‘What’s the F for?’
‘Don’t you know? It’s for, like, fabulous! You should totally sell this stuff! You could, like, make millions! And then you could buy me more hats.’
Nora snickered. ‘Is that how it works? She works and you spend the money?’
‘Well, of course! I’m, like, way too awesome to spend my time working! You guys need me too much on the battlefield!’
Sheryl elbowed her, and from there the conversation derailed in how cute the assortment of shellfishes they’d seen had been, complete with rating for the sounds they made and how the sunlight had glinted off their carapaces.
Irina couldn’t help but smile as on her right the talk about battle formations and strategy started up again, and on her left the girls started an argument about a shellfish that had fallen into the water and whether or not that had been ‘totally cute’.
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Date: 2010-05-06 01:07 am (UTC)...also? I am going to ship Sheryl/Khrynia forever now, I think.
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Date: 2010-05-06 09:31 am (UTC)They would make the most hilarious couple ever. I can never decide if I want Irina to hook up with them as well (mostly because she has a Weapon Art with Khrynia in the PC version) or if I ship her with Emmy.