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"'Ey Sev, long time no chat. What have you been up ta recently?" Brady said, taking a spot next to Severa, while trying to adjust his robes.
"B-Brady...?!" Severa looked at him surprised to see him up and about. "What.. how... I thought you were injured and couldn't move for... for months...!"
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"Morgan... C-Can I have the b-booty... I-I mean, It's just so Nice...." Brady asked with a blush on his face.
"B-Brady!?"
That was the last thing Morgan ever expected the gruff priest to say. She stared at him, like a deer caught be surprise, her mind spinning with confused thoughts and trying to register what he said. W-wait, why was he blushing!? Did he just say…?
"D-don’t joke with something like that!" she protested, her face going red enough to rival his. “If Maribelle caught you…"
"Hey Morgan." Brady said as he walked over to the girl, a slight scowl on his face. "You been alright during battle. I mean, If ya hurt, ya know you can rely on me, right?" Brady asked.
"You're the healer out of all of us. So we all gotta rely on your help Brady!" She said sweetly with a smile on her face.
Deck the Kids of Fire Emblem
Noire: Deck the halls with BLOOD AND THUNDER
Cynthia: WHOA WHOA WHOA whoa aaaaa whoa whoa wa waaaaa (Flailing about throwing tinsel everywhere)
Lucina: Tis the season to CHALLENGE MY FATE
Cynthia: Whoa whoa whoaaaa-- (falls off stairs while wrapped up in tinsel)
Inigo: Don me now our ga-- Gerome: Shut up
Fa la la la laaaaa la la la la~
Female Morgan: Toll the AMATEUR yultide carol (points at cynthia)
Fa la la la laaaaaa la la la la~
Brady: See the blazing and BRING THE PAIN
Fa la la la la~a la la la la~
Yarne: Strike the harp and YOU GO EXTINCT
Fa la la la la~a la la la la~
Owain: Follow me and BRACE YOURSELF
Fa la la la la~a la la la la~
Nah: While I tell of SQUASHING TIME
Fa la la la la~a la la la la~
Male Morgan: Fast away the GAME OVER passes
Fa la la la la~a la la la la~
Laurent: Hail the new and GET YEE HENCE
Fa la la la la~a la la la la~
Severa: Sing we joyus YOU'RE BORING ME
Fa la la la la~a la la la la~
Kjelle: Heedless of-- IT ENDS HERE
FA LA LA LA LAAAA LA LA-- Kjelle: Get back to work.
" 'Ey there Jerome." Brady said, his face in his normal brooding posture. He hadn't seen hide nor hair or the wyvern rider, and well... it kinda worried him. He didn't know whether or not the rider was alright physically, since the only thing Brady could do was mend wounds. "Where ya been hidin' lately?"
"Nowhere," he answered simply, not stopping to even glance at the other. He didn't often choose to forego training for a book, but now was one of those moments. He'd be damned if he let anyone pester him now.
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bradysgotpower has entered Unova
Red looks up at the newcomer
"....Who are you and where do you come from?"
Brady's Time.
bradysgotpower:
Brady looked out unto the battlefield. Seemed like everything was going according to what our fearless tactian had planned... some reinforcements earlier caused them minor problems, but thanks to Brady, everything began to look bright... wait. Brady looked out further to see an oncoming Squad of fliers... looks like Dracoknights... or... oh gods. Brady bursts out into a sprint. 'They're going for Morgan... her backs turned away oh god' Brady thought as he ran, pulling out a staff he recently obtained from the Tactican, telling him to make sure everyone stays safe. He kept running, but those Wyverns were faster, there was no way he'd make it and... well...
Brady sighed, and used all his strength to push himself forward, his face full of determination. He caught up to Morgan just before the Wyverns did, shoving her out of an incoming Spear, lodging itself into his arm. "Gah!" Brady cursed himself, pulling out the only staff he knew would save her, a warp staff. He held the staff up high, and watched as Morgan vanished, warping to the others. Brady smiled as the Dracoknights desended upon him.
"...At least you're safe... ya know... heh..." Brady turned to recieve a silver lance into his leg, causing him to waver a bit. "Damnit!" Brady took out an axe and swung it deep into the Wyvern's rider, killing him. "Take that you sonofa-" Another spear lodged itself into his arm, causing the axe to fly out of his hands. Brady glared at the rider, and then just gave a sullen look. He sighed, and turned his back towards the other two riders, just to see his friends... and her running back towards him, in a desperate attempt to rescue him. "...At least.... I was strong enough... to save yo-" Brady lurched forward and looked down to see the tip of a steel lance piercing his chest. His vision quickly began to blacken as he reached out towards his friends, and began to sputter up his blood. All that he could do was mouth the words he so much wanted to say. 'Thank....you.'
((BLUH, I dunno why Wyverns, dunno why I made him a War Monk, I DUNNO. :x But I liked this... i think... :P))
"BRADY NO!!!"
She shot up, her still-half-asleep body lurching at the sudden movement. An alarmed screech, the skitter of tiny claws, a crash. Morgan lay on the ground, tangled in blankets, drenched in cold sweat. Her arm hurt, having scraped the hard ground as she'd reached forward to grasp for the elusive dream-image of her friend.
A dream. A nightmare. But... not her memories. Not exactly. Her Brady had died differently. Still... Pulling her blankets around her small frame, Morgan buried her face into her knees and wept. Had this been how a Brady, from a different time, had died? Was she seeing small remnants of a doomed alternate version of Morgan's future? No answers, but somehow, the tactician didn't want to know.
In the solitary darkness, her tear-stained, quiet voice quavered.
"I'm sorry... I should have protected you..."
{{THE NOISE I MADE JUST NOW WAS NOT HUMAN OMG THANK BLESS BRADY-MUN THIS IS BEAUTIFUL AS;DLKGAJ;SDKFJAL;SKDFJ;ASLKDF;ALSKHD;F}}
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