There’s at least one blue haired figure staggering around the halls of the airship, trying to get his bearings. He does not have motion sickness, thank you very much. He’s just a bit… wobbly on his feet. And constantly bumping into walls as the ship sways underneath him.
Still, give a man credit for trying and being very stubborn at figuring out where he is. And grumbling under his breath.
“This is- this is ridiculous, it’s just a ship. I’ve been on ships before-”
He cuts off once he throws open a door… and potentially wrenches it off its hinges to reach the passenger deck. He almost falls over, but this time it’s from the sight before him.
“…Oh.” Chrom manages, trying to get his legs to stand straight with mixed results. Oddly enough, he doesn’t seem to be THAT scared of the height, with how he’s staring down at the landscape. Just the novelty of being thousands of feet in the air.
“This… looks nothing like Ylisse.” He deflates a little as he says that, a lot of the fight and willpower going out of him just like that. It leaves him off guard; once a stray breeze rocks the ship, and he stumbles, likely straight into anyone else on the deck.
D. is for Damage-Inducing Training
Some things don’t change, as it turns out. Chrom all but jumps at the first opportunity to start training and swinging a sword at things. (Actually, there might be a little bit of literal jumping once he notices a striking similarity with the paladin class, and quiet admonishment to stay behind the line until the demonstration is over.)
And to be fair, he looks quite at home with the new outfit… though he appears to have removed one sleeve for some reason. Maybe it’s just to better swing a sword, which he’s doing with gusto. THIS is clearly something he knows-
And is maybe a little overconfident with, due to one of his swings going wide. And chopping an arm off a training dummy. And then smashing a hole into the wall behind it. Oddly enough the sword stays intact, even if there’s a sizable gap/new window space in the bricks now.
…Just. Don’t look at it. Don’t look at the hole in the wall. Maybe people will think it was there already?
F. is for Freaking Out Over Horsebirds.
Given how much property damage debt he’s managed to build up in just a few hours/days, maybe it’s not that surprising that Chrom has accepted a brief quest. And it sounds fairly simple; go to a chocobo stable, and give the mounts some exercise. He DID list his qualifications as being a decent rider.
No one told him that chocobos have a habit of nibbling on people with pokey hair, however. Or the whole ‘giant bird’ thing. Maybe it was just taken as a given.
“Right…” Chrom mutters, sizing up the big yellow bird in front of him, trying to push back against the beak. The chocobo however just continues nibbling with a good natured coo as Chrom struggles to put the saddle on the thing. “It can’t be that different from a horse, right? Right.”
He finally gets the straps in order, and distracts the bird long enough with some greens landed from the stable master. It gives him room to climb into the saddle. And do it well enough! He actually feels like a proper rider now. Just one whose hair has also turned into a bird’s nest, and who looks like he’s already done hours of riding instead of a few minutes.
Chrom | Fire Emblem: Awakening | OTA
There’s at least one blue haired figure staggering around the halls of the airship, trying to get his bearings. He does not have motion sickness, thank you very much. He’s just a bit… wobbly on his feet. And constantly bumping into walls as the ship sways underneath him.
Still, give a man credit for trying and being very stubborn at figuring out where he is. And grumbling under his breath.
“This is- this is ridiculous, it’s just a ship. I’ve been on ships before-”
He cuts off once he throws open a door… and potentially wrenches it off its hinges to reach the passenger deck. He almost falls over, but this time it’s from the sight before him.
“…Oh.” Chrom manages, trying to get his legs to stand straight with mixed results. Oddly enough, he doesn’t seem to be THAT scared of the height, with how he’s staring down at the landscape. Just the novelty of being thousands of feet in the air.
“This… looks nothing like Ylisse.” He deflates a little as he says that, a lot of the fight and willpower going out of him just like that. It leaves him off guard; once a stray breeze rocks the ship, and he stumbles, likely straight into anyone else on the deck.
D. is for Damage-Inducing Training
Some things don’t change, as it turns out. Chrom all but jumps at the first opportunity to start training and swinging a sword at things. (Actually, there might be a little bit of literal jumping once he notices a striking similarity with the paladin class, and quiet admonishment to stay behind the line until the demonstration is over.)
And to be fair, he looks quite at home with the new outfit… though he appears to have removed one sleeve for some reason. Maybe it’s just to better swing a sword, which he’s doing with gusto. THIS is clearly something he knows-
And is maybe a little overconfident with, due to one of his swings going wide. And chopping an arm off a training dummy. And then smashing a hole into the wall behind it. Oddly enough the sword stays intact, even if there’s a sizable gap/new window space in the bricks now.
…Just. Don’t look at it. Don’t look at the hole in the wall. Maybe people will think it was there already?
F. is for Freaking Out Over Horsebirds.
Given how much property damage debt he’s managed to build up in just a few hours/days, maybe it’s not that surprising that Chrom has accepted a brief quest. And it sounds fairly simple; go to a chocobo stable, and give the mounts some exercise. He DID list his qualifications as being a decent rider.
No one told him that chocobos have a habit of nibbling on people with pokey hair, however. Or the whole ‘giant bird’ thing. Maybe it was just taken as a given.
“Right…” Chrom mutters, sizing up the big yellow bird in front of him, trying to push back against the beak. The chocobo however just continues nibbling with a good natured coo as Chrom struggles to put the saddle on the thing. “It can’t be that different from a horse, right? Right.”
He finally gets the straps in order, and distracts the bird long enough with some greens landed from the stable master. It gives him room to climb into the saddle. And do it well enough! He actually feels like a proper rider now. Just one whose hair has also turned into a bird’s nest, and who looks like he’s already done hours of riding instead of a few minutes.