(y/n): Do not call me a Lord/Lady, please. God only knows I would not do well as a Lord/Lady of Jugdral.
Eldigan: Yet you are the one who has summoned me here. Thus I swore to follow your commands.
(y/n): Only because I’m the tactician, Eldigan. But never mind that. What do you want?
Eldigan: I wish to duel with you.
(y/n): And as a great tactician, I must decline~!
Eldigan: Have you no honor then?
(y/n): I have brains. And they tell me that I cannot and will not defeat a knight of your caliber in combat. Especially if we’re using real weapons. I’d be more liable to cut my own head off.
Eldigan: I see. In that case, we shall only use training blades. But I wish to know the strength of my new master.
(y/n): You’re not going to let this one go, huh? Alright then. En garde, oh Lionheart!
[(y/n) and Eldigan have reached support rank C.]
(y/n): Gnnnnn… I’m still sore after that battle.
Eldigan: You’re not bad for someone who claims to be poor in battle, (y/n). Some more practice and you could be a fine swordsman.
(y/n): Thank you. But my world has different weapons to be taken into battle. If I tried to explain them, it’d sound like magic beyond your understanding.
Eldigan: I’ll take your word for it then. For me, I need only my trusty steed and Mystletainn at my side in battle.
(y/n): Mystletainn… a blade used by one of the twelve crusaders of your world, you’d told me.
Eldigan: Yes… and yet where they all worked together to defeat the Dark Dragon, Loptyr, we as their descendants are now cursed to war against each other.
(y/n): I take it a part of you is glad to be away from your world for now, knowing what you intend when you return.
Eldigan: I… suppose you are not wrong. But I would rather not think of it now.
(y/n): Of course. For now, let’s try this duel again, shall we?
Eldigan: Come at me with everything you have.
[(y/n) and Eldigan have reached support rank B.]
(y/n): You were holding back, weren’t you?
Eldigan: Not at all. You beat me soundly, fair and square.
(y/n): I don’t believe that at all. Part of it is because your chivalry betrays you. You get this nice little tell when you’re lying. Your hand always tightens around the hilt of Mystletainn.
(y/n): You’re thinking of the duty I summoned you away from, aren’t you?
Eldigan: Tell me, (y/n). If you were ordered to kill someone dear to you by your king… would you be able to do it? Could you bring yourself to end the life of someone you’d grown close to?
(y/n): I can’t say, Eldigan. For starters, there is no king in my homeland. We have a different idea in how to govern the people there. But if I were told to kill my friend, just on the spite of another… I don’t think I could do it. I would consider it cowardly.
Eldigan: I see… do not give me that look, (y/n). I expected such an answer. Lachesis told me herself not to listen to King Chagall’s madness. I think she too would see me as a coward.
(y/n): I sincerely doubt that. But you know there’s still time to do the right thing, yes?
Eldigan: … Maybe… I will consider your worlds, (y/n). Perhaps… Perhaps I am not as great a knight as I fancied myself as.
[(y/n) and Eldigan have reached support rank A.]
Eldigan: (y/n)… might I have a moment of your time?
(y/n): Of course, Eldigan. What’s up?
Eldigan: I have… contemplated your words about my situation. I swore to drive Sigurd from my homeland in Agustria, even if it meant taking his life, in the name of my own king. But from you… following your orders, I have seen only compassion from you. You care about the lives of your men. Not only that, but you go out of your way to make them comfortable, even those whom you are not as fond of.
(y/n): It’s only fair, yes? I expect all of you to risk your lives for me. Certainly I would like to think of myself as somebody who is more thankful for their service.
Eldigan: Not many in power from my world think the same. To them, we are tools to be used and nothing more. I too am a tool to be sent into the fray and discarded when I am broken. That is how King Chagall saw me and I accepted it… until you told me otherwise. (y/n), I ask of you… let me come with you to your world.
(y/n): Wha-?! Wh-Why? You would be shocked, potentially horrified… I mean it’s not as bad as a dark dragon flying rampant, sure, but it’d be so different.
Eldigan: I will adapt to it… All to be with the one I’ve come to love.
(y/n): Oh gosh… Eldigan, I… I mean I can’t say there aren’t feelings, but are you not married? What about Grahnye and Ares?
Eldigan: Who do you speak of? I know no such people.
(y/n): Are you-… oh… no, you’re not gripping Mystletainn’s hilt. I forget there are so many worlds, so many possibilities… I am sorry. It seems my common knowledge has failed me this time, Eldigan. If you’ll forgive me though… I can surely make it up to you.
Eldigan: I more then understand, my dear. You will be my lover and no one else, I assure you.
Eldigan: For you, I would cast aside the bonds of servitude that chained me to my liege and ride freely into your embrace. I love you and only you, my one true master.
“I feel bad for this Clockmaker I met once…You see, everyone thinks he’s me? And obviously, he’s not. I think he’s probably a good person. And, well. I most certainly am not.” –Ashmore “Ash” Takashi
“I can’t fight! I’m a Clockmaker! And not a very good one! The one clock I’m known for doesn’t even tick right! What good is a clock that doesn’t tick!”– Kenji “Taka” Takashi.
The first of many Book on Fire Art Project illustrations! Starting off with @ofpaintedflowers breathtaking take on Ashmore (left) and Taka (Right). There’s so much of their characters into these pictures, it’s amazing!
Ash is an (ex) assassin, who broke away after being accused of a murder he didn’t actually commit. He’s on the run, trying to find a safe place to be for him and his boyfriend, Ryn. He’s also trying to come to terms with the fact that his actions have never been justified, and that maybe, just maybe, everything he’s done so far is wrong. He, like Taka, is a fire elemental, and he uses chackra and fire as his main weapons.
Taka is the (as far as he’s aware) only survivor of the destruction of Siazia, a once-great school so prosperous that it was almost its own country. He is the holder of a mysterious artifact called the “Chaos Watch,” which only seems to work right before disaster hits. He has no weapon proficiency and it’s rumored that his fire is unable to burn people. Despite all that he’s been through, he tries his best to see the best in people. He’s also, technically, the main character of the novel.
They’re not twins. It’s something much worse than that.
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Normally I make separate posts for each cover I see, and I
expected this to be a short, snappy little Annabel Baldwin as Delphi post, but
there were so many covers yesterday, and so many of the main cast did
ridiculous, adorable, and hilarious things that I really just have to try and
write about everything and everyone. Welcome to the mega post. I hope it doesn’t disappoint.
Some people in our lives somehow mirror who we really are, and they are not mirroring the mask that we put on to meet and greet on a daily basis. For a man such as The Doctor, he has this kind of conscience now, asking the bigger questions of, “who am I really?”
We all arrive at that point in our lives, and whether we can really with rigorous honesty find answers that can sit well… There will be demons there that perhaps he hasn’t dealt with, or he’s repressed or he doesn’t feel good about.
Missy just blazes that light on all of the defects of his character. There’s that wonderful feeling you can’t bulls–t a bullsh–ter. It’s almost that type of relationship with them of a sibling, or any close friend of yours that knows who you really are at your core… And is able to turn up, and remind you who you really are behind that mask. Missy is his barometer conscience that turns up.
- Michelle Gomez about her character’s relationship with the Doctor. (from here)
Really reminds me of conversations I used to have about Ten’s line, “Wonder what I’d be, without you.”. I love this idea that the Master sort of works as a moral compass (or “barometer conscience” as Gomez puts it) for the Doctor, in how he should act (or rather, not act), because the Master is the perfect villain for the Doctor to be a hero for, and when he doesn’t have that, he tends to lose his way…