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> > > > > > > Hey, don't knock Cordelia, she's likeable in her own ways. > > > > > > Psh. She's only good for her tsuntsun daughter. > > > > That's one reason, she's a redhead, which is another. > > Redheads are overrated. Raven hair master race. Pfah, to each their own I suppose. Even if they are wrong.

> > > Hey, don't knock Cordelia, she's likeable in her own ways. > > Psh. She's only good for her tsuntsun daughter. That's one reason, she's a redhead, which is another.

> > > Fire Emblem does not support polygamy, so it may never be! > > > > > > _The MU, Tharja, Lucina combo will never be realized._ > > > > No Cordelia in this mix? I'm disappointed. > > I would've, but she's obsessed with Chrom so I just left her in the scrap pile. > > Plus she's kinda boring. Hey, don't knock Cordelia, she's likeable in her own ways.

"Lad, I wasn't aiming to be terribly subtle. IF ye had mucked up a wee bit more, I was waitin' to step in to try and save yer sorry hide." Jerod smirked, arms crossing over his chest as Jacob dished out his 'punishment', and laughed at the final threat of a half cut pay and shrugged in a good natured way, conceding the point for now as he turned to walk away, a good natured tone of voice even after the threats and orders. "Aye lad, I hear ye loud and clear. I'll give ye this round Jacob." Watching him leave, Jerod turned to the knightess as she addressed him, still stuttering as ever. He frankly wasn't sure whether it was endearing or irritating. WEll, first off, he needed to cut that bowing and Sir stuff off at the pass as soon as possible. Her question on Marianne got a chuckle out of him, shrugging in a easy way, despite how awkward things had been when she was screaming to string him up from the top of the castle via his intestines. "Aye lass, an' two things. One, don't be usin' sir with me, just a merc meself. Second, no bowin' like that. Same reason as b'fore. Now, as fer the dark spell spitter, she's already threatened ta string me up by my innards fer all to see. At the top o' the castle. But I reckon she's jus' stark ravin' mad. An' the ol' laddie champion thinks this is done, I'll be talkin' to his grandmaster, he seems to have some good ideas." "Well lass, shall we? I reckon ye' should meet the lass sooner or later. A word o' warnin' though. Don' mention her bloody eyepatch, yea? She loses it if ye do." Jerod opened the throughway for Thalia, and would move off at a brisk pace, whether she followed or not was her perogative, he had a insane dark mage to find and hopefully not find another rage trigger for. He wasn't personally looking forward to heading back up north towards Feroxian lands, for his own reasons, but he wasn't bringing them up until they reared their ugly head, assuming they did. In the interim, though, to shake his thoughts, he yelled down the halls, seeing if he got a response. "Oi! Dark Spell Lass! Ye around 'ere at all?!"

> > > > I wonder if any dark mages maintain their sanity. > > > > > > But then that's no fun. > > > > Shuddap and be my waifu. > > Reverse waifu? By the time we reach TotallynotGrima I'll have all the male characters following Marianne >:) Jerod can't deny the possibility, but I figure he'll not hang around when he sees all the other guys flocking. Jerod is also being written for in a post now.

Alright folks, I'm back. Miss anything overly important, OOC wise?

> > > > "Lass, ye'll learn that, in due time, some lads just need a right solid blow to their bloody 'ead to get things straight, yea?" > > > > > > "........are you telling me to punch him, Sir Jerod? > > > > > > ... > > > > > > Can you teach me?" > > > > "Hah! Aye lass, I can teach ye a thing 'r two 'bout knockin' a feller flat on his arse! We'll need us a volunteer fer trainin', o' course..." > > Don't we have practice dummies for that kind of stuff? We do, but where's the fun in that? A practice dummy just sits there without reacting. Real practice gets her used to people trying to not get hit. > > He's from Ferox. The more violent she is, the more appealing she is. :P > > "Well I'm certainly not just going to sit there like a docile little lamb. >:C" > > > "Hah! Aye lass, I can teach ye a thing 'r two 'bout knockin' a feller flat on his arse! We'll need us a volunteer fer trainin', o' course..." > > "Excellent, that would be most appreciated! I...I'm ready to learn how to punch someone's lights out whenever the opportunity to practice arises!" > > (Are you sure you don't want to help and volunteer, Jacob? Are you _sure_?) "Aye lass, I'll be keepin' me eye out fer some volunteers. Try convincin' that champion o' naga to help ye out, just dun' tell him what ye' plannin!" And with that, I need to go for a few hours, but I'll be back to see what kind of trouble has gone on while I am otherwise unavailable.

> > "Lass, ye'll learn that, in due time, some lads just need a right solid blow to their bloody 'ead to get things straight, yea?" > > "........are you telling me to punch him, Sir Jerod? > > ... > > Can you teach me?" "Hah! Aye lass, I can teach ye a thing 'r two 'bout knockin' a feller flat on his arse! We'll need us a volunteer fer trainin', o' course..."

> "Sir Jerod! I...I would never do that to Sir Jacob!" > > ...She claims, after a long, long pause where she may or may not have considered it. "Lass, ye'll learn that, in due time, some lads just need a right solid blow to their bloody 'ead to get things straight, yea?" > > > > > where she's away from everyone else B( > > > > All he wants to do is love her! > > > > ... and her princess. > > > > ... and her sisters. > > > > ... at the same time, preferably. > > If it makes him feel better, he can certainly court Marianne. He'll just have to relinquish some body parts. And body functions. How come I have this feeling that, whoever ends up courting Marianne, is going to end up in a rather odd position of missing redundant (And not so redundant) body parts... > Your all going to mutiny and kill Jacob at some point... Also no dropping tacticians from the sky, Sumia no doubt tried that already. Jerod would never do that, he is having far too much fun poking constant fun at him.

> > "Lass, ye might be better off droppin the champion o' naga on 'im. Or a rucksack o' iron ingots." > > You probably shouldn't do that. He might confuse the champion for another girl if his picture is representative of how he looks. :P How all that works out, my friend, is none of my concern what so ever.