"No one can stop me now!"

it seemed like forever since the tactician had made her way out into the open air; she had been inside the libraries and in her apartment for what seemed to be an entire month studying up on where in the world she had been sent to. she didn’t learn much, however— she was in Citta Alveare, also known as the Hive City, which was controlled by scientists whom, in turn, controlled the citizens to their will. from the events that had taken place, the scientists were not a friendly and the woman wanted to make it her duty to save both her family and her friends.

she had spent enough time in her apartment and, to be brutally honest, she hated being there— she would always take her books and leave the apartment. either sit outside the door or outside altogether, preferably within the sixth sector. the bright green foliage and sunshine reminded her somewhat of home. she missed ylisse. she missed the kingdom and the friends she had made there. she missed living with her family, being with her husband and children. as robin exited the complex, she inhaled a deep breath of fresh air, exhaling finally with a smile before tucking her tome within her massive coat.

"I wonder what I should do."

When he looked at how long he had spent in Hive City, it was truly kind of a blur on his first day here. His family was here with him, and it was just.. he truly did want to go back to Ylisse. But the comfort he had here combined with many other aspects made him wonder.. would he truly get to go back? These thoughts flooded his head, but upon seeing his wife, they quickly went. 

" Perhaps we could find something to do, together? "

It was a very simple arrangement; a small cafe, not too conspicuous nor extravagant and the time little past noon, at one particular table set outside. Hardly unusual. In one seat was the Noxian General, his normal set of armor replaced with clothing of black and red (you can’t expect him to forgo the colors so easily), and his axe resting on the side of his chair, for self-defense only. These were not odd circumstances by any means, and Darius often did such things in previous situations as well.

So why did he feel so hesitant?

The obvious answer was the person he was dealing with here, the father of his lover and apparently quite the fighter himself, Chrom. He was a man who held a huge influence over Lucina’s life, and such was actually due quite a bit of thanks in that aspect. He imagined he was just as vigilant a warrior as she was, perhaps moreso considering his age. All in all, someone Darius could respect.

And yet, Darius felt as though he would regret this meeting. It was something embedded in his mind above all; this man couldn’t be trusted. Darius had dealt with his fair share of fathers in his time, but the one he never got the chance to know was his own, left orphaned at a young age along with Draven. Then there was the incident with LIa-

No. There was nothing to gain from remembering that. 

He took a drink of his coffee to try and calm his nerves a bit, a short sigh passing through his lips as he lowered it back down to the table .He was biased against this man already and he knew it. He needed to try and keep an open mind about this, whether he wanted to or not. He couldn’t let his old feelings ruin this meeting, if not for himself than Lucina.

Wait. Who was this approaching the table? A young man with blue hair? How very odd. Was he looking for something?

After following a brief set of instructions as to where the meet up would be, Chrom would look for any signs of a man named Darius to be sitting about. Well, there were many men sitting by themselves, some of which seemed to have grey, brimmed hats and wearing shorts with winged horses on them. Curious attire. 

His attention, however, would be whisked away by a relatively.. gruff looking man. Nothing he hadn't seen before, if anything he as more tame than most. But still, he wondered why his attention would be caught by him. Regardless, ignoring him would be quite rude. 

" Not at the moment I can think of, don't worry. I'm simply here to wait for someone for a meet up. If you don't mind, I'd like to go back to my waiting."

well now, people here sure got jumpy over the idea of this strange ‘valentines day.’ her companions and family back in ylisse never celebrated a festival such as this before. she overheard a few people speaking of things such as ‘valentines’ as well as chocolate, roses, and an abundance of extra cheesy romantic things. 

perhaps her husband or children would know something about this unique day, but, for the most part, she hasn’t seen any of them.

" Actually, from the hearings of this place, I seem to have a general idea of this Valentine's Day." 

Approaching his tactical wife from behind, a gloved hand would reach for her shoulder and lightly tap it where the Ylissean crown prince would stand, a hand behind his back. He's suddenly bring it forward, presenting his wife an exotic bouquet of this city's finest flowers.

By sheer coincidence Diana had come across a man who seemed to be engaged in a spot of solo swordplay. This was the first time she’d seen someone in this city swinging a weapon around, which made her want to observe the man further. He was certainly a skilled warrior. There was little wasted movement and he swung his sword with such precision. Although he could do without the tumbling and crashing into trees. Diana couldn’t help but laugh. Thinking the man might be in need of her aid Diana approached the tree and with her enhanced strength, ripped the hollow trunk clean in half to free the man from it’s hold.

It would literally happen in a flash when Chrom could feel the wind against his face. He wasn't sure what exactly happened, but based on the voice talking to him now, the woman before him had actually ripped the tree in half, thus freeing him. He would find himself in some relative disbelief that someone that strong, to do such a feat with her bare hands actually existed. After regaining his composure, he'd nod his head at the woman before him. 

" I could say the same for your strength. Never have I seen a man or woman that could accomplish such a feat. It's truly quite impressive. " 

Although he had to admit that he was a bit embarrassed to have succumb to a piece of litter that caused his accident. As a crown prince, it was just very unseemly to trip and fall like that. Thank the gods no one he knew saw.. the barracks would be in an uproar for quite some time as the crown prince was brought down by a mighty banana peel. 

The voice came from the swordless swordswoman with a long ponytail. Though her stomach was completely revealed, she wasn’t affected by the cold whether. Even if she did not have her power as a Saint, Kanzaki was still formidable enough to withstand a bit of winter cold. 

The young woman had been watching for quite a bit after while strolling through the park. Being one to wield a sword herself, Kanzaki couldn’t help but watch as the older warrior trained by himself. She couldn’t help but feel a bit of sadness over no longer having her Shichiten Shichitou. 

Though after seeing the humiliating finish, the Magician was taken out of her short fantasy. She walked a long up to the man with a solemn and cool expression

"However, I cannot deny your great skill as a swordsman"

By sheer luck of the draw, by flailing his hand a little bit, would feel the hand of the person near him. Upon realizing this, he'd flinch a bit before suddenly taking her hand tightly, pressing his other against the base of the tree. 

After look at the sky a bit, she resumed her wandering, trying to find something she had yet to do. Then something came to mind. It had been a long time since she had done two things. One was playing the piano while the other, was a prank. Of course, there had been dares coming around on occasion on Sundays, but she felt the need to actively do something of her own free will to entertain herself. Just as long as she didn’t hurt anyone too badly.

Taking a look left and right as she reached the parks, she soon found her target. It was a tall male, whose deep blue hair, oddly enough, reminded her of someone she had spoken to not too long ago. A friend of hers. But what really caught her eye, as he felt into what would seem to be someone else’s prank, was the sword he carried. Senida would know that sword anywhere, having been the target of it before by a different wielder. Taking steps toward the man, she picked up the banana peal, frowning at it before throwing it into the trashcan. Looking back at the head that was stuck in the trunk of a tree, her frown had turned into a concerned smile.

Unfortunately for her, all that could be made out was just a series of mumbles and stuff. Absolutely untranslatable. Needless to say, the flailing of his arms served to prove a good indication that he was completely ready to be saved, so he'd extend his arms out and open up his palms.