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"How would you feel about teaching some recruits to shoot?" the kid-turned- commander had asked.

Python raises an eyebrow. “What recruits?” he asks, clearly skeptical. He’s fletching a pile of arrows big enough to impress even Forsyth- it’s tedious, but at least it keeps his fingers moving enough not to freeze in place like the rest of him feels like it has. Besides, he has a feeling he’ll need them sooner than he’d like. “We’re in the ass end of Rigel, we ain’t had a new recruit in a month.”

Alm doesn’t argue that, so he must mean something else, and Python guesses, “You just mean people who don’t know how to use one?“ He considers for a moment, before shrugging. “Guess so, why not? Can’t promise I’d be much of a teacher, though.” It’s not exactly as though anyone has ever asked to learn much of anything from him- lazy ol’ Python doesn’t come off like he has much to offer. And he’d never had an archery teacher to begin with- among the other work of a carpenter, his father had made bows, but had little interest in using them. So he’d just picked one up when he was old enough to draw it and struggled until he figured out a serviceable way to use it. It was likely the most time he’d spent working on perfecting anything in his life, but it still wasn’t technically “correct.” He’d spent much of his time in the Deliverance waiting in dread for some puffed-up noble sharpshooter to mock or try to fix his form, but luckily he’d managed to stay largely beneath their notice.

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Alfonse had taken Sharena and The Summoner’s advice and started to talk to more of the heroes here. Sure, he wouldn’t befriend them like his innocent sister but he did want to appease his friends. So thus he figured to start talking to people that were a bit like him. 

He had seen a few lords and princes around and thought that he could speak with them but they had their own lives and their own friends. He didn’t want to barge in on others. He did have some common sense. Taking a step into the training ground area, he looked around at all the heroes who were training with dummies or sparring each other. 

There were some heroes who were doing weapon maintenance even. Maybe Folkvangr could use some tune ups and a bit of sharpening. He made his way over to the whetstones and drew his sword. Sometimes the sharpening of his sword gave him peace and he could be one with his thoughts.

He took a glance over and saw a familiar green haired hero. Alm was his name and it looked like he was also maintaining his sword.

From Herb Ask Meme.

Standing before the aged, carved stone that made up the statues of the saints, a small smile graced Seteth’s lips in response to the question. His answer was an easy one, practically reflexive now. Typically, he was not one to humor others by answering questions outside the realm of his occupation, but tickled by the question, he decided to provide an answer.

“I suppose just this once, I will humor you with an answer,” He replied, crossing his arms as the smile faded, “my life has consisted of countless encounters. The sheer volume of faces I have met has made it impossible for me to recall every name. However, if I were to narrow down my sources of inspiration to a single entity, my answer is simple. I have always held a certain fondness for Saint Cethleann.”

Turning towards the statue before him, Seteth’s staunch features softened.

♣ Tell a serious lie to someone they cared about

The young Fraldarius chuckled low. He didn’t lie often. He was so blunt and straightforward it gave most of his peers whiplash. Maybe when he was young, he told many little white lies. But as he grew older, the reality became harsher. Serious lies wouldn’t help anyone in this world.

From Three Houses Meme.

“Dream…career?” Leanne repeated, searching the other man’s eyes for confirmation that she had comprehended the question correctly. When she was certain that was in fact the case, she wrung her hands together thoughtfully in her lap. It was not the answer that was difficult for her to fathom, but instead the words themselves, and how she must phrase them to respond appropriately. After an awkward minute of silence, she raised her head, a motivated look in her eyes as she spoke.