#akyoubas

“Woaah!   So   you   MADE   all   this?”   the   duck   questioned,   holding   up   one   of   the   inventions   just   resting   around.   Impressive.   This   kid   seemed   a   lot   SMARTER   than,   Huey,   his   older   brother.   He   wondered,   would   they   be   interested   in   an   ADVENTURE?   The   young   duck   glanced   at   the   gadget   within   his   hands   at   all   angles,   trying   to   figure   exactly   how   it   worked.   

“You.” Llednar unsheathes his blade -- fingers clutch tightly to the hilt of his sword, fiercely gripping as his knuckles whiten in rage.

He points the knightsword at Marche with a fury in his eyes. Tch. No wonder he hadn’t trusted the invitation. This was, after all, the person he was made to destroy.

And yet... something differs here. Something is off. This isn’t Ivalice, after all -- At least, not the Ivalice he knows. The reason he’d been late -- he was a sore thumb in a town like this, wielding a large weapon around -- he didn’t look right here.

The cold winter air feels so wrong on his skin -- snow, gently falling onto his fingers and the blade that he points at his foe. But as he shakes, is it his anger--? Or is it the cold causing him to tremble?

“What have you done?” Whatever was going on here -- it was clear the reason he’d ended up here was the foe in front of him.

          ❛  what the hell are you staring at  ,  huh  ?   thinkin’ about us makin’ out in an alleyway  ?  ❜