[This sure is happening. Hopping on a weird, hairy man's magical flying sled? Sure, okay. It gets him to Goldenrod at least, which had been his intention all along. And hey, it's a chance to play hero.
He hopes Santa doesn't mind as he changes into his armor. It isn't much, but if he needs to throw a punch or two, at least the metal gauntlets will help.
Initially, intends to stick close to his friends. Unfortunately, they all scatter as quickly as they'd landed. It's just as well, no one to hold him back when he gets a little reckless. As it is, he has only two notable Pokemon to fight with -- a "Jynx" and a "Zigzagoon." They look cool, but he isn't sure what he's going to be doing with them.
No matter, he throws himself into the fray, calling out moves that he thinks are legitimate, and throwing fists when they inevitably fail.]
B.
[Naturally, Sylvain had heard some of the gossip by now -- the Jenny's had been captured. The beautiful law enforcers needed help. And while Sylvain might have been a semi-taken man, he's also a chivalrous knight. So that means he's swooping in on every group, and ducking into each shop and alleyway with a first aid kit in hand.]
Any beautiful ladies in dire need of a knight in shining armor?
C.
[It doesn't exactly go well the entire time. Where Sylvain might have once been able to withstand a flock of poorly armed bandits, he now finds himself surrounded by a band of well coordinated Rockets with teams of fierce Pokemon. He doesn't have his horse, his lance, or even his crest to protect him.
It leaves him a mess. His nose is probably bleeding, his head is aching -- all from his own panic to get away from the strong fleet of Pokemon the Rockets brought, rather than from any physical fight -- but that doesn't keep him from grinning like a fool.]
That -- That all you got? [His fingers itch to a Pokeball, glancing at one of the growling creatures as he does.]
Sylvain Gautier | Fire Emblem: Three Houses | OTA
[This sure is happening. Hopping on a weird, hairy man's magical flying sled? Sure, okay. It gets him to Goldenrod at least, which had been his intention all along. And hey, it's a chance to play hero.
He hopes Santa doesn't mind as he changes into his armor. It isn't much, but if he needs to throw a punch or two, at least the metal gauntlets will help.
Initially, intends to stick close to his friends. Unfortunately, they all scatter as quickly as they'd landed. It's just as well, no one to hold him back when he gets a little reckless. As it is, he has only two notable Pokemon to fight with -- a "Jynx" and a "Zigzagoon." They look cool, but he isn't sure what he's going to be doing with them.
No matter, he throws himself into the fray, calling out moves that he thinks are legitimate, and throwing fists when they inevitably fail.]
B.
[Naturally, Sylvain had heard some of the gossip by now -- the Jenny's had been captured. The beautiful law enforcers needed help. And while Sylvain might have been a semi-taken man, he's also a chivalrous knight. So that means he's swooping in on every group, and ducking into each shop and alleyway with a first aid kit in hand.]
Any beautiful ladies in dire need of a knight in shining armor?
C.
[It doesn't exactly go well the entire time. Where Sylvain might have once been able to withstand a flock of poorly armed bandits, he now finds himself surrounded by a band of well coordinated Rockets with teams of fierce Pokemon. He doesn't have his horse, his lance, or even his crest to protect him.
It leaves him a mess. His nose is probably bleeding, his head is aching -- all from his own panic to get away from the strong fleet of Pokemon the Rockets brought, rather than from any physical fight -- but that doesn't keep him from grinning like a fool.]
That -- That all you got? [His fingers itch to a Pokeball, glancing at one of the growling creatures as he does.]
D.
[Wildcard. Hit me with anything else!]