Catch-all: Bradley

[ercnerd]

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[ercnerd]

That's where you're from, isn't it?

[battling]

Yeah.

[PREENING.]

[ercnerd]

Fierce bandits, indeed.

What type of magic do you use, anyway?

[battling]

I use offensive magic. Y'know, makin' elements attack, making sure I always hit the target.

[ercnerd]

Do you use that gun of yours to channel it?

[battling]

Yeah. Don't need it for small magic, but if it comes to a fight I use it.

[ercnerd]

Can you fight in close quarters? It'll be difficult for us to spar if you don't have access to your basic skills.

[battling]

Not as well.

[ercnerd]

That means you can.

Can you wait long enough, or do you feel like hitting something these days?

[battling]

[If I had a stat sheet for him, the hand to hand would have +0.]

I got some patience.

[ercnerd]

[Be kind.]

. . . I suppose that's true. It's starting to feel crowded here, anyway.

[battling]

[he's doing his best(?)]

Ain't it? Little more lively for bein' dead.

[ercnerd]

As long as there's hope, we're not truly dead.

[battling]

He's still in Fall.

[lmfao]

[ercnerd]

. . . That kid must have it rough . . .

Week 6: Saturday

[ercnerd]

[Sieghart is still indoors, if only to put away the cup that Byleth brought during their watch. It hasn't been long since the trial's conclusion, and his thoughts—a brewing storm of rage—signal his presence long before he can be spotted beyond the walls.

I'll kill it. I'll kill it. I'll cut it down. I'll tear it apart.

In person, he seems to be simply finishing off the tea with an apathetic expression.]

[battling]

[The thoughts do not deter him, he just walks right in.]

The story?

[ercnerd]

[Bradley's entry breaks his train of thought as Sieghart looks over his shoulder.

Oh, was it aloud? I thought I was alone.]

How are the others doing?

[battling]

It's the thought share thing this week.

The kid from winter's gonna be fine... probably? So that's a plus.

[ercnerd]

. . . So I've heard.

The timing's good. If it works as intended, we don't have to worry about expulsion tomorrow.

[battling]

Yeah. We can just focus on gettin' outta here.

[ercnerd]

What's the first thing you're going to do once we're back?

[battling]

[Make sure Mandricardo's okay.]

Eat some fresh fried chicken.

[ercnerd]

Hmm . . . why not both?

[battling]

What?