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Chosen, huh? Rylan was surprised that the boy took so easily to this role that had been thrust upon him, but maybe that was because he himself tended to be kind of a flake. Gods knew that Rylan would never accept having his future plotted out for him. It was definitely part of the reason he had left home--traveling was just so much more freeing than having to deal with duties as a young nobleman. His eyes widened slightly at the hint of snark that leaked into Jacob's speech, and there was a moment of silence before he let out a laugh. Straightening up, the man rubbed at the back of his neck and grinned at the tactician. "Yeah, yeah. Jacob, was it?" Although he was young, Rylan had to admit that he admired his determination. Having to find a way to "end this war" was definitely a vague mission, but on that note...hey, sounded like fun to him. He didn't usually travel with a lot of people, so he was sure it'd be a new and interesting experience for him. "Well, I suppose if you don't mind me tagging along, I don't mind offering you my service." Taking a step back with a cheeky grin, he gave an perfectly poised, flourishing bow. You could thank all those damn etiquette lessons for that. "My sword is yours, Champion."

TVtropes is the most addicting thing on earth. I find that I have trouble tearing myself away from it sometimes... Tossed up a post, but I'm going out now. Have a nice day, everyone!

_The Champion of Naga?_ Interest piqued, he was suddenly much more compliant with following her than he had been previously. Was the Champion here? Now? ...Had he been among that group fighting? Now that he realized who this "Champion" that the girl had been talking about was referring to, he couldn't deny that he was curious. He had heard little snippets about the individual on his travels, and the prospect of meeting them and seeing what kind of person they were wasn't an opportunity he really wanted to pass down. That being said... As they neared the group, Rylan's voice dropped to an almost inaudible mutter as he stared at the back of the girl's head. "I hope you don't ask him for his eyes. _Please don't ask him for his eyes._" Anything else he wanted to say was cut short as she finally released his hand and greeted the unusual ragtag group that had gathered. Looking between all of them, his gaze immediately flickered back to shoot a dull look at Marianne's head when she introduced him as her henchman. "_Rylan_," He corrected, his tone dry, "My name is Rylan. And I'm not her henchman--we just met like five minutes ago." Attention falling onto Jacob then, the corner of his mouth pulled upwards in a lopsided smile at the teen's words. "I am indeed a mercenary. I can't deny that I'm in need of a job right now, though I admit to being a little picky about my employers." Pulling off his gorey glove--_thank you for that, Marianne, truly_--he tossed it to the side before moving to stand right in front of the tactician. Leaning forward, he met the younger man's gaze with his own, lips curved into a smile and arms crossed over his chest. "I just want to know, what is it that you hope to achieve, o' Champion of Naga? Perhaps this is rather rude of me to say, I'd only be happy to lend you my sword if I feel your mission lines up with my own interests as well. I have my own set of morals I abide to, after all."

> ...Henry's disarming happiness (Although he prefers to disarm people by removing their arms)... I may have giggled more than I should have. Ah, bless Henry. :'D What a wonderful character.

> I can do pretty much anything. Medieval-fantasy would be just fine. -Smiles- I also like doing fanfic style roleplays (like you wanted to do with Fire Emblem), though, it can be difficult if I'm unfamiliar with something. That makes sense! C: It definitely is tough trying to get into a particular RP if you're unfamiliar with the characters/settings! PM me and we can figure something out, I'm sure? > Hey hey, a fellow Fire Emblem fan! Are you still available for a 1x1? I'd love to work out something Fire Emblem-related with you. Ahh, more Fire Emblem fans! I am most def still available for 1x1s! ( ouo)/ Shall we chat over PM?

"Wha--_oh gods, why are you going to help her_?" Yeees. Interaction is always fun...especially with a big, ragtag group.

"...Is that how it wor--I mean, no! No. _No. What are you even going to do with all those?_" B) Very true @ recruitment. AND YEAH, so long as she leaves the living's eyes in place... ...Though I suppose enemy units are up for debate.

Rylan says _what_. _Now you wait here, you eyeball plucking girl--_ B(

I love Marianne :'DD /sheds a tear ...also it's 4:30am and instead of sleeping, I was tagging WHOOPS. Well, I got a post up! And nooow it's time for bed. :'DD

...Well then. _Well then_. This girl was certainly...quirky. While he considered himself someone who was rarely unnerved, the smile on Rylan's face was definitely more strained looking than usual. Still, his eyes narrowed with interest upon seeing the dark wisps that curled around her fingers, head tilting slightly to the side. A dark mage, was it? That seemed oddly...fitting. Dark magic and dark in mind, right? The young lady certainly seemed to be a somewhat morbid individual. After all, it wasn't everyday that he watched someone pluck out a dead man's eye and hold it up to him. Staring at the object that seemed to be leering right back at him, the myrmidon gave a little shrug of his shoulders. "I...suppose that he has--er, had?--quite a pretty eye color." Too bad it was no longer in his eyesocket, but in the pocket of a strange girl. He'd probably be rolling in his grave had he had one. "_Champion_? What are you talking about?" Rylan's eyes widened in confusion, though a quick glance to the side revealed that the fight that had broken out had already ended. He hadn't even noticed, what with his odd company monopolizing most of his attention. Opening his mouth to deny that he had come here to meet up with anyone, the words abruptly died on his lips as soon as the girl's hand--the one he knew to have been holding that gross eyeball--slid into one of his gloved ones. ...Alright. Well, he supposed that he wasn't...entirely attached to these gloves anyways. No big deal. He would just...burn...them when the next opportunity arose. Finding himself trailing behind her despite having no desire to follow after her, Rylan's free hand came up to touch the corner of his eye when she referred to their mismatched color. "...Yeah, about that. I don't intend on kicking the bucket anytime soon, but if I do, I'd reeeeally appreciate if you left my eyes in my corpse, thanks." There was a beat, and then, "Where in gods name are you dragging me off to anyways?" It wasn't like he had anything important to do, but going off with a corpse-looting stranger to find this "Champion" had definitely not been on his checklist today.