[CLOSED] Surely, we will meet;
Characters: Luke fon Fabre & Delita Heiral [indennizzo & peasant_king]
Content: Annoyed and frustrated over everything that's been happening in the past few months, Luke decides to go and vent his frustrations somewhere and meets a certain someone...
Setting: The Victoria II's training room.
Time: Post-Rockgala, sometime late in the evening.
Warnings: Bratty nobles, beginnings of manipulation, creepiness and Master Badtouch. Yeah, we're going there.
Frustrated was really just one of the words that could be used to describe Luke fon Fabre right now. Other words were annoyed, irritated, bitchy, pissed off and simply enraged... well, you get the message. It was easy to the say that the redhead was most definitely not in the best of moods right now. What with this that and everything else and him being so kept in the dark; it just didn't please the Erealian one bit in the least.
Twack. First that kidnap attempt that landed him onto Reial.
Twack. Next was the Montague crashing into the Badlands and taking so long before they were finally rescued.
Twack. Then there was the whole bullshit with Asch and him not telling at all just why did they look so alike.
Twack. And now there were Yetified Chocobo Eaters attacking the ship earlier. And the whole thing with Doma.
Just... what the hell was going on around here nowadays?
Frustrated, the noble save the training dummy in front of him one last smack with the wooden sword he had in had before the weapon slipped from his grasp and clattered nosily onto the floor. Luke simply felt like shouting and screaming his head out there and then, the overwhelming amount of emotions stirring within him simply too much to bear. But he couldn't do that, since it was improper - not to mention nobody would be pleased at all. So all that the boy could do was to vent out his anger with the dummy before him, and now that that was done he didn't know what else to do. It was all just so... so...
The teenager gave out a shout as he swung his fist towards a nearby wall, the metal vibrating with the impact of the punch. Luke panted heavily, his head bowed down as he stared at the floor beneath him, wondering now what the hell was going to happen in the near future. At the rate things were going, he didn't like this one bit at all.
Content: Annoyed and frustrated over everything that's been happening in the past few months, Luke decides to go and vent his frustrations somewhere and meets a certain someone...
Setting: The Victoria II's training room.
Time: Post-Rockgala, sometime late in the evening.
Warnings: Bratty nobles, beginnings of manipulation, creepiness and Master Badtouch. Yeah, we're going there.
Frustrated was really just one of the words that could be used to describe Luke fon Fabre right now. Other words were annoyed, irritated, bitchy, pissed off and simply enraged... well, you get the message. It was easy to the say that the redhead was most definitely not in the best of moods right now. What with this that and everything else and him being so kept in the dark; it just didn't please the Erealian one bit in the least.
Twack. First that kidnap attempt that landed him onto Reial.
Twack. Next was the Montague crashing into the Badlands and taking so long before they were finally rescued.
Twack. Then there was the whole bullshit with Asch and him not telling at all just why did they look so alike.
Twack. And now there were Yetified Chocobo Eaters attacking the ship earlier. And the whole thing with Doma.
Just... what the hell was going on around here nowadays?
Frustrated, the noble save the training dummy in front of him one last smack with the wooden sword he had in had before the weapon slipped from his grasp and clattered nosily onto the floor. Luke simply felt like shouting and screaming his head out there and then, the overwhelming amount of emotions stirring within him simply too much to bear. But he couldn't do that, since it was improper - not to mention nobody would be pleased at all. So all that the boy could do was to vent out his anger with the dummy before him, and now that that was done he didn't know what else to do. It was all just so... so...
The teenager gave out a shout as he swung his fist towards a nearby wall, the metal vibrating with the impact of the punch. Luke panted heavily, his head bowed down as he stared at the floor beneath him, wondering now what the hell was going to happen in the near future. At the rate things were going, he didn't like this one bit at all.