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[Fortuna was off-limits as far as vacations went. Aside from it being the source of some of Nero's worst memories, it was in utter disrepair, only accessible through small boats. London? Still intact, even aside from the catastrophes he and Lucina averted. There were plenty of boroughs that hadn't fallen prey to demons but he doubted small family parks wouldn't be interesting enough when it came to people that spent a great deal of their time in a breathtaking, gorgeous country-side and idyllic ivory castle.

Their introduction to his garage was anything but impressive, greeted by Nico who had thrown a demon's corpse on a tarp only to be caught hacking through it when everyone made their way through the portal. So, Lucina's family had been seated in various parts of the living room while Nero set about to making several pots of coffee. Coffee, breakfast, then plans for the day. That was what they agreed on.

Nico, washing her hands in the sink he used to wash vegetables, grinned at him cruelly as he set aside a lot of mugs and started ripping open packs of coffee grounds. He kept reminding himself that it was going to be one of the happiest days of his life just to know he had everything he needed to keep Ylisse and Earth connected on his own, guaranteeing he and Lucina would never lose one another that same way--but it fell short when Nico bumped his shoulder and chuckled to get him riled up.]


Good thing you got nothing but mugs instead of glassware like a normal fella.

Can it.

Pretty handy that you're gettin' paid in groceries too, huh?

Go to hell, Nico!

Date: 2023-12-23 06:17 pm (UTC)
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It's like a crystal ball, sort of? Or a one-way mirror, or...magic window? [the TV, that is. she's trying to find the best way to describe it to her very attentive father and mildly-attentive mother (Sully's thumbing through whatever periodical Nero had left on his coffee table).

in Lucina's defense, she had a lot more on her mind than trying to describe all the modern marvels of London when it came to bringing them here. for one thing, there had to be absolute certainty there'd be no getting stranded. they're the monarchs of a whole country! they have a three-year old daughter waiting for them!

that's why, amidst their toned-down attire (well, toned down for warrior monarchs), they have small crystals affixed to their belts that glow faintly. Miriel and Laurent did some quick tests, making Nero go back and forth through a portal on his own, to ensure they could maintain some kind of connection through magic that would at least let Ylisse know that their exalt was safe. like a beeper, but one-way.

"And it shows both current events and story entertainment," Chrom repeats, remembering Lucina sputtering it out first before getting lost in her tangle of explanations.]


Yes, exactly.

["How do you know which is which?"]

Ah, well...it...it's... [a little hard. Nero's had to affirm that there was no zombie outbreak more than once.

Nero's snapping at Nico startles her a little, prompting her to glance over to where they're working before quickly focusing back on her parents.]


It's all in the context. I think, were we native to this land and culture, it would make a lot more sense. Just the same as the things we're used to are.

Date: 2023-12-25 02:34 am (UTC)
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[five...hundred? Lucina's expression winces at the revelation, deciding to instead just...turn the TV off (she knows where the power button is, at least!) and usher her parents on in to sit.

to Nero's good fortune, Chrom ("Milk's fine, thank you.") doesn't notice the corny-yet-earnest fixings on his daughter's place.

to his misfortune, Sully ("Nah, I'm good.") does. she squints, quietly marking that down. This guy is so corny...]


Are you okay, Nico? [Lucina frowns in her direction upon seeing her little bit of distress.]

Date: 2024-01-02 01:25 am (UTC)
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[Lucina and Chrom appear to twitch in tandem when those two syllables hit, their eyes darting to Sully who, to her credit, seems barely phased in posture or expression.

"Watch it, bright eyes," she drawls blandly. "Until I see a proper ring on her finger, I'm nothing but 'ma'am' to you."

Lucina's mouth twitches as she tries to maintain an optimistic air.]


He's just being considerate... [in...in his way. Sully cocks an eyebrow, humming a bland 'mm-hmm' to that before taking the coffee served her. surly though she already is, she's also not the sunniest daisy in the morning...and the change of setting seems to only add onto that.

"We appreciate all the extra effort," Chrom adds on, nodding at Nero, a slight note of sympathy in his smile. he knows his bride, after all. "If we can pay it forward in some way appropriate for this land, please let us know."]

Date: 2024-01-04 01:11 am (UTC)
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["Devils and monsters are a hardship in this world too, then..." Chrom looks pensive while picking at the food. Lucina watches his demeanor a moment before adding a bit more context:] Grima holds no sway over this world, but another realm does encroach here to do harm. Nero and his peers are specially equipped to help protect people from them.

["That's why you looked the way you did blastin' in our castle?" Sully asks.]

Date: 2024-01-09 02:38 am (UTC)
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[Lucina frowns back at Nero, a touch puzzled. what was wrong with 'peers'?

...

except you don't call a parent a peer. hm. well. she can reflect on that one later, when she's not operating at 110% for her parents (parents, not peers. shoot...).

Sully watches the physical banter with a cloudy expression, diligently eating what was prepared for her (she's no ingrate!). Chrom looks similarly contemplative, but shades more transparent about it.

"Demons are that frequent...? Will your Falchion be enough?" he looks to Lucina, who perks up and nods quickly.]


Naga's power is a boon here, Father. I may not be fully experienced in the nature of them, but a holy blade will protect me just as much as Nero can.

Date: 2024-01-15 02:04 am (UTC)
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Ah, that-- [Lucina smiles bashfully. she forgot he recorded that...and the bit where she launched him into the side of a building. so while that's playing she's quick to comment:] N-nobody was inside that part of the shop! We checked afterward, nobody got hurt...

[honestly, the novelty of being able to watch a past moment with such chaotic clarity (and none of the tactile mess) is more on her parents' minds than property damage.

"Sages can't even relay visions out of their crystals this clear," Chrom remarks.]


No, but...most people here can't use magic, so it's...something of a give-and-take.

Date: 2024-01-16 09:33 pm (UTC)
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[the parents watch with interest, though their outward tells very. Chrom is more outwardly impressed by the technology itself, naturally charmed to see flashes of his daughter's happy, bashful expression when it's caught so candidly. Sully is more...well, she's looking a touch vexed the way she was when they first sat at table to figure out what the hell was even going on, back in Ylisse. there's a jealousy in seeing her in this way - absent of Sully's presence, like she so often was growing up - and it stings to think Lucina would rather be estranged than close-by anymore.

"So this is the kinda stuff you wanna do now...?" she mumbles aloud, her fork gently tapping on the cleaned-up plate before her. Lucina picks up on the pensiveness, her expression sobering a bit in light of it. she seems to retreat a little into herself, folding her hands under the table, and just quietly taking stock while Nero's still in show-and-tell mode.

there's things to be said about it, but she can't conjure up the proper words so quickly, though she's trying her best to string it together to speak to it.]

Date: 2024-02-09 02:00 am (UTC)
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[Nero takes the lead, leaving Lucina room to exhale...and quietly wonder at him with appreciation and love. usually, Nero's bragging about her embarrasses her and she hastens to quell it - it makes trying to carry on a conversation on even ground with strangers very difficult! but here, with her parents, whom she sees so far above her...this just helps her reach them a bit in a sense, doesn't it?

it's appreciated, Nero's adored...and Lucina has a chance to fit her own words into place in her head with less pressure to sputter out just on feeling alone. when there's a comfortable break after his remark, she nods a little, sitting up a little straighter.]


Before...I didn't have a say in the way my journey played out. War and calamity dictated my path. But, but that's not the case now. I always wanted to see Nero's world for myself, and...somehow, I can. And...I still want that. And thank goodness I have the skills to help the people here! They deserve the peace we fought so hard to get for Ylisse...

[Sully's expression remains rather unchanged, save for the way her eyes flit down to her plate in a display of contemplation. Chrom, though, smiles ruefully. Lucina recognizes the expression and feels compelled to press on:] I want to find my future this way, Father. Mother... [Sully glances back up at her prompting.] And...it's only easier to want, knowing I won't have to give either of you up to have it. And your trueborn daughter won't have to want for any of your attention.

[because whether they want to accept it or not, Lucina sees it as a sticking point. their timeline has their Lucina: she's nearing three years old, bears the same brand and color of hair, and...as she grows, the similarities will only grow...if Lucina stays.]

With the gateways between our worlds, I'll never be too far away...I'd never abandon you.

Date: 2024-02-19 11:59 am (UTC)
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[it's not their words alone, but the way in which they look to each other, strive to support each other while still trusting their own merits, that rings familiar to Chrom and Sully. one could easily bulldoze the other to assert their shared claims - they've each been known to do it in their earlier days together, feeling things out - but Lucina and Nero do not. it's like... well...

like they've known each other for a long time. understand each other. so despite the confusion that comes with Nero just seemingly coming out of nowhere from their perspectives, the proof is in the pudding, isn't it? pretending it's not at this point is just stubbornness.

"I believe you," Chrom assures, his smile gentle, one that turns a little sad when he looks to his daughter. "And if this is what your heart is telling you to do, I think you're right to do it."

"Better make that visiting a regular thing," Sully points out, still frowning, though there's a softness around her eyes. She doesn't like the very suggestion that Lucina may see herself as lesser, as excess baggage...and she's not a fan of having to share her with someone outside of her family. but this is part of growing up, isn't it? she had to do the same for her own family, to find her way to Chrom.

shoe's on the other foot. weird fit. but Sully isn't the sort to let that keep her from walking.

Lucina, for her part, looks heartened and relieved, shoulders rising with her breath. she nods, smiling over to Nero before focusing back on her parents.]


Naturally! There's so much I want to share - more than we can show you in one visit here!

Date: 2024-02-23 10:46 pm (UTC)
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What something did you plan, by the by?

[the question comes when Lucina joins Nero at his sink, bringing cleared plates to rinse; her parents are still at table with Nico, who is receiving some regard and curiosity for her tattoos.]

If it's at the mall, is it one of the clothing stores you had in mind?

Date: 2024-02-29 03:34 pm (UTC)
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[she pouts right back; two can play this game!]

So I don't get to help at all? That's not fair, either, you know.

Date: 2024-03-07 09:56 pm (UTC)
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Breakfast isn't weird. [she nudges him with an elbow, hands full of plates.] You're a fine host, give yourself some credit!

Date: 2024-03-15 12:10 am (UTC)
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[IGNORE ME ACCIDENTALLY HITTING SUBSCRIBE BECAUSE OF THE GODDAMN HOVER-OVER MENUS WHILE IM TRYING TO TAG AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA---]

You held it open very gallantly. [she's adamant about that, perhaps to a fault in her effort to reassure him.] As...gallantly as a portal can be held open? [squint.]

aaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaa

Date: 2024-03-15 01:05 am (UTC)
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A-- [she has to halt her forward momentum of positivity to actually think. what was the air guitar again?

well, it's something with arm-flapping, so she can just assume:]
I think the word you use here is cool, right?

Date: 2024-03-25 12:03 pm (UTC)
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[Lucina stifles a little giggle, smiling over her shoulder at the folks at the table.]

...Very well. [she looks back up at Nero once she's done wiping down the dish.] I'll let it be a surprise, then.

[once dishes are clean and put away, she meets her parents at the table, cheerful.]

There's still a lot about this world that's new and surprising for me, but Nero's very good at finding the nice and fascinating things... I'm a little more excited now...!

[no pressure or anything, Nero.]

Date: 2024-03-28 07:36 pm (UTC)
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It's actually smoother to ride than a horse! [she takes up the rear behind her parents as everyone is filed out to where the van awaits.

All closed-in like a carriage, huh, Sully remarks, tilting her head at it.]

Date: 2024-04-06 04:07 pm (UTC)
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[it's a moment for Lucina to check in with her parents on her level, her own nerves rather high as she worries over their opinions of it all. she wants them to not just like Nero, but love him! and appreciate his hard work, and trust that the world is as marvelous and worth staying in and protecting as Ylisse, and--

Lucina. Chrom puts a hand on her shoulder, smiling. Why are you fretting?

Yeah, you think our heads are gonna pop off or something?
Sully teases, crossing her leg once she's sat.]


Of...of course not. Forgive me, I only...I just hope you aren't overwhelmed...

[Sully tilts her head. You think this is more overwhelming than time traveling daughters or demon dragons?]

Right...
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[belts are buckled rather dubiously, because it seems strange to them to strap themselves to the chair - what if demons appear and they have to jump into action swiftly? and even Lucina's a wee bit hesitant given...well. she and Nero didn't oft belt up either, but she trusts his judgment on this - he's the ringleader! his world, his rules.

once they're situated (how nice to have space specifically for swords in this vehicle!), Lucina climbs into the passenger seat and clicks in, smiling over at Nero with a ready nod, the smile twitching when Sully points out that there's no TV-box in here for sounds to come out of, so where would the music be?]

Date: 2024-04-29 02:04 pm (UTC)
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[Lucina can't help but peer at Nero and his laser focus - something she hadn't seen since he first got her into this machine. he'd loosened up since, but the tenseness is back again, isn't it? he's trying very hard to do his best...

at the touch, she lay her hand atop his and smiles, hoping to reassure. she notices his effort!

for her parents' sake:]
It's a bit like festival traffic...only every day, it seems. But that means you can see what the shops look like! Instead of open-air markets and stalls, most businesses have their own buildings - just for selling wares, they have completely other buildings to live in elsewhere. That's how prosperous this city can be...

Date: 2024-06-09 08:12 pm (UTC)
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Only because you pointed out the collapsing rubble, otherwise it may have been a disaster.

[Sully and Chrom exchange a look because this kind of thing sounds almost like...them? but it's weird to hear that externally. were they this wound up and ready to throw down for each other as younger people?

(yes.)

there's a lot to take in all at once on top of that: traffic, wild architecture, peculiar fashions and vendors and patterns...Sully briefly shudders to see some garish patterns on display in a department store window, having flashbacks to the polka-dot disaster Lucina so earnestly offered her.

one thing Chrom notices suddenly: There's no guards? No soldiers...]

Date: 2024-06-13 12:42 pm (UTC)
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Ah, but those soldiers and guards, they can still go out and about as they please! If I remember right. [she glances to Nero for confirmation.] When they're not on duty, they just look like regular civilians.

[a far cry from off-duty Shepherds, who are always kitted out for a surprise situation to step into.]

I think that's something special. They can...separate from a role, be someone different for a time, if they want.

[something of a stretch for a land where titles and roles are identity-critical.]

Date: 2024-07-09 11:29 pm (UTC)
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[Lucina covers her smile with her free hand when she catches a bit of her mother trying to discreetly ask Chrom what a crew cut is. admittedly, she has no idea what he means either...it's just cute!

she squeezes at a couple of Nero's free fingers. as far as she can see, things are going well! she hopes it's enough to assuage his endless jitters for a while. if not...well... maybe she'll have to just step up more prominently! and surely that won't get weird or make things more harrowing for poor Nero out here in the big downtown.

glimpsing some of the more touristy parts of the area makes an idea strike, and she leans over to suggest:]
Some of those guards are mounted on horseback, right? We could see those today, too. [surely Sully would be endeared to that amidst all the alienness.]

Date: 2024-07-10 01:27 am (UTC)
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Oh!

[how nice! usually it's somewhere on a sidewalk or across multiple of those striped spaces...yards and yards away from anything.

or at the top of one of those cars-only buildings!

regardless, if Nero sees this as a win, so shall Lucina; she withdraws her hands to her belt before double-taking to be sure he's turning the whole machine off.]


Are we getting out here, then? [is it time to disentangle parents from their own safety restraints?]
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Hm-?

[she's half-out the door when he flags for her, prompting Lucina to lean back in. it takes a second for the question to register.

spicy food?]


Oh--well... [...

...

hang on. do they? she realizes she can't recall right away; for as close to near a shadow as she'd been to Chrom during the war years, she can't say she recalls any asks for a kick to a stew or him doubling over from too much seasoning...]


I don't think either of them are that picky, honestly. I imagine it would be fine?

[unless she's accidentally setting them up for pain. but that doesn't seem likely to her - they're great warriors! iron wills...iron stomachs?

she nods.]
Yes, I think spicy food is fine.

[and that's that! she hops out of the van and moves to pull open the rear door, finding seat belts unbuckled - just negotiating getting them free from being snagged on assorted belts or ornamentations. the trials of casually ornate styles of dress, truly.

with a laugh:]
Mother, wait! Don't just tear the belt off! Here, I'll help--

[with a bit of patience and some grumbling, the Exalt and Queen are freed from the van, able to shade their eyes and peer around the area, exchanging curious looks with the curious passers-by. clearly this must be some media stunt or promotion for a new theater production of some sort, right? anything for some free social media engagement these days...]
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Oh-- I forgot about that! Wasn't there a little...mountain sculpture in there? With all the fishing things? It was very elaborate. [and tacky as hell. Lucina loved it, obviously.

though thinking about that shop makes her think about the silly little fencing foils, which then makes her think about her and her parents' not-silly-at-all equipment...and it gives her a little startle and cause to ask in a whisper:]
Will there be trouble going in places armed? Now that there's more of us?

[it could set a bad example!

...but also she'd die before asking her parents to relinquish their weapons just to walk into a department store.]

Date: 2024-08-16 01:30 am (UTC)
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[though Lucina's eyes brighten with delight at the notion of new upgrades to the sculpture, she keeps mum on it as she hears her parents striding up beside them.

'We're gonna stick out like sore thumbs the whole time, huh?' Sully muses, hands on her hips as she looks around at the street.

'Unless we don the local style of attire,' Chrom says, gesturing toward some folks waiting at the crosswalk.

'I dunno...some of those shoes look impossible.'

Lucina stifles a want to laugh, hearing familiar tones to when she went shopping with her mother back in Ylisstol.]

Date: 2024-08-26 12:48 am (UTC)
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[Lucina is quick to jump in, lest the others be too reluctant to commit:] You should see! There's so much! And so different! It's not all tailor-made, instead made in immense bulk and in so many different colors and patterns.

[she'll squeeze in-between them and take a hand each to pull them along, following Nero.]

You can get things tailored, but that's not how most people do it here. People work around it themselves in different ways, and it can be so creative! [or so heinous. but she loves both outcomes, so it's hardly a bother.]

Date: 2024-09-29 02:48 am (UTC)
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[somehow, Chrom is able to find himself free of Lucina's clutches; she needs a free hand to grasp at a particularly egregious dress pattern while the other one hangs onto Sully to keep her upright in spite of psychic aesthetic damage. the exalt backsteps closer toward Nero, though his eyes remain on the girls.

"She's really taken to things here, hasn't she?" his tone is quiet, just for Nero's ears. "Delighting in it. Without treating herself like an imposition."

unlike back home, where that shadow of being a temporal stranger still looms behind her no matter how many times Chrom has tried to push it back, insistent on proving her worth and value in being there herself as she is.

"She's...happy, right?" and hopefully not apologetic about it, the way she sometimes was. she seems that way right now, a laugh in her voice as she reassures Sully that yes some of these come in just plain colors.]

Date: 2024-10-02 11:56 am (UTC)
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[in all fairness, all that timey-wimey shit really blurred the conception of parent and child in their respects; Chrom looks more like an older brother to her, given their narrow gap in age, and Sully more a friend than family at a glance. it'd probably be weird to any passers-by to hear Lucina utter 'mother' or 'father' at either of them, especially with her own casual sincerity and lack of awareness of optics about it.

that won't change how they've determined to see each other, though, and Chrom may still be raising a toddler in Ylisse, but he's linked that little life to the one he's watched scrape and salvage a future for herself in a time she wasn't born for.

hence part of his misgivings about losing her: she had worked so hard to save the echo of what she'd lost, but did she truly not feel like she belonged? was he not assuring enough? was he a bad father?

inklings of those troubles are interrupted by the offering, prompting a double-take before a mumbled thanks and acceptance. instead of eating it right away, Chrom just holds onto the piece, his eyes back on those girls he adores.

excited...for tomorrow. not dreading the next step in war or recovery. not skirting away from attention when the littler Lucina was up and attem.

"And she...knew about this place the whole time? Or at least back before Grima."

why could she not have fled here and spared herself the war in his own time?]

Date: 2024-10-09 11:16 pm (UTC)
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[it's a relief to hear there was some hope spot in those darker years; Chrom can't help but feel he owes Nero for that - being present for when he couldn't be. or at least, when future-past him couldn't.

...it's confusing.

"I don't think I've seen her this excited in such a long time. Even with the reconstruction efforts and the joy of being able to rehome people..."

obviously this is different: it's personal! it's a happiness just for her, not shared with anyone else - even herself.

Chrom, still not having done a damn thing with that stick of gum, smiles lopsidedly down at Nero - giving very much pleasant dog energy.

"And I owe that to you, it seems." not that Sully would ever cough that up so soon, so of course it's up to Chrom.]

not me losing this in my inbox 😭

Date: 2024-11-03 02:41 am (UTC)
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[automatically, as though pre-scripted: "Likewise, naturally."

Nero just narrowly evades one of those chummy, dadlike shoulder-thumps thanks to the girls returning - Lucina still bright-eyed but with a tinge of apology in her smile, Sully still...Sully. but her daughter's delight naturally softens her edges, even if she'll still puff right back up and prickle if she were to catch anyone look even remotely endeared by it right now.]


It's a little like before - when you showed me this place first? What'd you call it? "Choice paralysis," or something?

[Sully points out that she's not paralyzed, just...not interested in having to go through that whole fitting-room dance that is apparently the norm with this system. this is why tailors matter, people!]

nauuurrrrrrrr...i wish better days for u

Date: 2024-11-30 11:40 pm (UTC)
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[Sully says no just as Lucina says] Yes!

[she hands over a scarf with a garish patterning and color combination while Sully licks her tongue against her teeth.]

It's simple enough and easy to carry along with you back to Ylisse! Maybe it'll inspire artisans there.

[Sully prays not, but she nods anyway, accepting her fate.]

Date: 2024-12-01 09:33 pm (UTC)
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["Is the plan to saddle us up with a buncha stuff to haul back to Ylisse?" Sully asks, eyebrow cocked, her attention splitting between the transaction and Nero himself. what happened. where are the coins. how the fuck does this country work.

Lucina takes the now-bagged scarf, keen to carry it along lest it somehow get lost along the way.]


Only if you like them. [like this scarf!! obviously.] Only if...if they'll make you remember this place fondly.

[because she'd like that. she'd like them to walk away from this city, this world, and feel like she's chosen well. that they can trust her to have made the right call. their disapproval wouldn't make her change her mind, but...but having their approval and being able to go back and know that their daughter is fine is...it means a lot.

Chrom smiles affably, offsetting his wife's natural reservations. "I think it's worth looking around. We're at your mercy, after all."]

Date: 2024-12-05 02:03 am (UTC)
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[introducing these two to gun hunting might be the worst idea, but thankfully...this is London. that's not happening today. everyone can relax, no yees will be hawed.

Chrom offers a lighthearted concession: "It's not often we get to travel somewhere when it's not for diplomacy or to clear out bandits...so I guess we're just rusty in this regard."

"Who's rusty?!"
Sully scoffs, indignant, snatching the bagged item to carry herself, starting to stomp ahead to almost outpace Nero...before slowing so he can be first. she has no fucking idea where she's going, also she might walk into traffic if she does that.

Lucina smothers a laugh, having had to sidle up against Nero to get out of her mother's way, and is content to hang onto his arm for a bit longer while the pace is reset.]


A Shepherd's work is never done...except when they're suddenly on vacation? Or...or would it be better to call it a scouting mission? [her smile is a sheepish wince when Sully makes a face.] Right. Maybe that's patronizing...

Date: 2024-12-18 11:00 pm (UTC)
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[Lucina's smile softens, thinking briefly of some of the lengthy talk she and Nero shared getting each other up to speed on all that had changed since their link between mirrors had vanished. he downplayed the culture shock...except when it felt right to him to downplay himself with culture shock; Lucina imagines the truth lay somewhere in-between those two points, neither of which could refute how jarring going from one sense of space to another could be.

it's easier for her to think that now, having done so herself, naturally.

she's obliged to think on that only briefly because Sully remarking about all the "little blocks folks're touting" makes her double-take in confusion.]


Oh--the phones? It's like the one Nero has. Most people have them. [...] Ah...they're...probably taking pictures of us? Given your attire... [quickly:] But that's not strange! Even the local guards of this city get their pictures taken a lot! People like to do that. You needn't pay heed if you don't want to.

[speaking of pictures--]

Date: 2025-02-13 01:14 am (UTC)
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Wait, truly? [Lucina's eyes go big, turning her head to gaze up at him, as though he were the inventor of phones outright.] Do you think that kind of technology would, ah, play nice? With being so far away from...other technology?

...Could it be charged by magic spells?

[queue up the montages of Laurent exploding phones and toasters with lightning spells.]

Date: 2025-03-09 12:10 am (UTC)
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[Lucina nods, mouth twitching at a corner.] With...samples that nobody would feel bad about losing, yes. Yes, but--but if it can work... [she still seems quite jazzed about the prospects, unable to keep a straight face.] ...then the distance really wouldn't be so great after all. It'd be amazing.

[from separation of worlds between glass long ago to little devices that can be carried beyond a single room... would they really be so lucky? would she? Lucina can't help but feel like she's been pressing her luck with all these good things, but then...then she doesn't mind being proven wrong.

she means to say something more, but is stopped suddenly by a hand on her shoulder and Sully pokes her head between them.

"What's amazing? What're we standing around for?"]

Date: 2025-04-03 06:27 pm (UTC)
fauxmarth: (cool having an actual future is neat)
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[Sully: "You mean a bunch of old junk?"

Chrom: "Heirlooms?"

Lucina's mouth twitches on one end, letting herself be conveyed inside, keeping her arm looped through her mother's so she can't outright flinch away from Nero's unsolicited touch. Chrom follows behind dutifully, albeit distractedly (there's no sparring grounds or anything anywhere in this realm, huh? that's a shame, he thinks).

some minutes in the meandering of old phones and jewelry and tchotchkes:

Chrom: "This city certainly seems quite wealthy, to have such surplus..."

Sully: "That's a very nice way to say 'there's an awful lot of junk here.'" she picks up an old wired phone receiver...and lets it plunk back unceremoniously back onto its base. after a beat, she offers: "But the people aren't wanting for much. Which is a good sign. It's the kind of thing you hope for."

it's just a little boring for a knight - a similar issue she has with peacetime in Ylisse...but at least there, she gets to chase down and beat up ruffians and bandits, you know? being a well-behaved tourist is hard.

while trying on an old sunhat:]
The land isn't without it's troubles, but...yes. There are quite a lot of unique inventions and fashions, right? Imagine if our land's tailors and artisans had access to some of these wonderful patterns?

[Sully shudders.]

Date: 2025-04-09 10:18 pm (UTC)
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[Lucina blinks, then smiles, eyes crinkling with mirth, a fresh blush blossoming on her cheeks.] Hi. Dante's what, now?

[Sully squints, leaning a bit into frame to diffuse some of that dokidoki magic happening. Lucina, oblivious, just tilts her head a little to keep Nero in her sights.]

Date: 2025-04-14 07:52 pm (UTC)
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Oh! That! The one that makes music when he hits it. [yes, she remembers.

honestly, she thought it was just some kind of...technological training dummy, given the treatment. she never bothered to ask for clarity, given how swept up by the undertow of everything else at the time. but now is time to know better, especially in the company of her parents, so she makes a mental note to try and remember this for future.

having sensed a somewhat successful dissolution of overly schmaltzy atmosphere, Sully straightens up and makes like minding her business while pointedly not minding her business. contrast this to Chrom, who is in fact, minding his business, because he's trying to figure out what a rubick's cube is for. what do the different colors mean.

Lucina, scooting a bit past Sully, peers at the vinyl, then at Nero.]
Trish said you were keeping it? Or something else?

["Who's Trish?" Sully asks over her shoulder, suspicious. as if the number of women Nero knows by name is somehow evidence of foul play.]

Date: 2025-05-05 11:58 pm (UTC)
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[the parents (Sully had cleared her throat just enough to get Chrom's attention) exchange glances while Lucina blinks.]

Oh--well, alright. [not a musical training dummy. got it. she nods, then does a little double-take when she spies the sour look on Sully's face.

"Everything devils with your world?"]


Well, well, no, but there's a lot of overlap, clearly...

Date: 2025-05-06 11:35 pm (UTC)
fauxmarth: (wow rude)
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[Chrom looks briefly puzzled. a regular person? not a bandit or a pirate?

Sully stays squinting. not because she believes Nero's a philanderer, but because the idea that she thinks he's a philanderer ought to keep him on his toes and best behavior. let the kid squirm, you know?

Lucina picks up on that and tilts her head, giving Sully an entreating look. war is over, Mother! peace and love!

Sully grunts, rolls her eyes, and relents. the struggles of having a mother just a few years older than you...]


I, I've only spoken to her a couple times, myself. But she's not the surprise you had in mind, right?

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