[it was definitely never supposed to come to this—even if stahn's known this whole time that things have been getting progressively worse.]
Why—why is it like this? [whether he's talking to himself or to dymlos, who is gripped firmly in his hand as they navigate the city... well, it's probably not important. it's upsetting, though stahn is steeled and ready to fight.
he doesn't really want to, and thanks to the bloody fingerprint mask, the flamines haven't been bothering him unless he strikes first. which he absolutely will, should he need to. he's ready to step in and help anyone in the path of the flamines, so call on him if necessary, cerealians.]
bonus;
[stahn doesn't usually take his gloves off in battle, but when he takes a break to stretch out and keep his hand from cramping up, it grazes one of the flamingos unwittingly. and then come time to fight again, two strange things happen.
in an attempt to cast a fireball, stones come from the ground instead—those who've seen leon in battle (or those fellow tales from another world) may recognize it as his grave arte. on the second try, when he tries to cast infernal torrent, a couple of toy hammers fall and hit his opponent. sure is leon's pow hammer arte.]
E-eh!? These are—! [at least stahn knows who they belong to.
alternatively, those who've had contact with stahn may find themselves suddenly able to hear a second voice while in stahn's presence, or that they can suddenly perform some pretty new abilities. huh. strange.]
wildcard;
[i'm always game for anything else, free free to throw a random prompt during all this or hit me up over at flowmotion!]
of course he did, because leon's a rudeass punk who thinks he can handle everything by himself, and that he's better off getting himself into trouble than just working together, even though time and time again, they've seen that splitting up in cerealia always ends up with one of them getting really hurt by it.
so naturally, stahn is pretty frantic in searching the area.]
Leon! Leeeeeoooon! Where are you!? [he's calling it out like it'll somehow help, but of course, he's also relying on dymlos to pick up on chaltier's voice if it's out of stahn's earshot.
they need so much help right now, but honestly... who doesn't at this point?]
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Why—why is it like this? [whether he's talking to himself or to dymlos, who is gripped firmly in his hand as they navigate the city... well, it's probably not important. it's upsetting, though stahn is steeled and ready to fight.
he doesn't really want to, and thanks to the bloody fingerprint mask, the flamines haven't been bothering him unless he strikes first. which he absolutely will, should he need to. he's ready to step in and help anyone in the path of the flamines, so call on him if necessary, cerealians.]
bonus;
in an attempt to cast a fireball, stones come from the ground instead—those who've seen leon in battle (or those fellow tales from another world) may recognize it as his grave arte. on the second try, when he tries to cast infernal torrent, a couple of toy hammers fall and hit his opponent. sure is leon's pow hammer arte.]
E-eh!? These are—! [at least stahn knows who they belong to.
alternatively, those who've had contact with stahn may find themselves suddenly able to hear a second voice while in stahn's presence, or that they can suddenly perform some pretty new abilities. huh. strange.]
wildcard;
phase iii-ish, closed to
of course he did, because leon's a rudeass punk who thinks he can handle everything by himself, and that he's better off getting himself into trouble than just working together, even though time and time again, they've seen that splitting up in cerealia always ends up with one of them getting really hurt by it.
so naturally, stahn is pretty frantic in searching the area.]
Leon! Leeeeeoooon! Where are you!? [he's calling it out like it'll somehow help, but of course, he's also relying on dymlos to pick up on chaltier's voice if it's out of stahn's earshot.
they need so much help right now, but honestly... who doesn't at this point?]