[With a crack of lightning and a loud clap of thunder a man dressed all in black steps into the pouring streets of this strange new world.
He is... most displeased, to say the least. His pale gaze looks over the unfamiliar landscape of this unfamiliar place, his lips a firm line, teetering on the cusp of a scowl. He has bypassed most of what was going on, ignoring the cake and eggs and whatever nonsense was displayed. He hasn't the time for it.
He has one goal in mind. And that is, of course, to find Lady Edelgard.
He moves to take a step out into this world, the heavy rain pelting down upon his dark attire. It's raining a lot. And he has no place to go nor anything to change into should he become soaked through, as he most likely will be if he doesn't turn back now. Now Hubert does scowl, turning on his heel to march back into the building, pushing open the doors as dramatically as he is able, never minding the stares of people he does not know and shaking off the rain that he did manage to collect during his brief steps outside.
Mayhaps he'll find someone that can point him in the correct direction.]
B - Raining Cats and Dogs
[Hubert stands, legs spread apart, and arms outstretched forward. Without hesitating or missing a beat the dark magician fires a ruin spell at the strange puddle. And then another at a different one. Purple and black glowing light sparks at his fingertips.
His gaze flickers about for more of these misshapen beasts emerging from the pools of water.
Another ruin spell to the right.
Hubert lets out an unhappy sigh, righting himself as things appear fine, for the moment.
Peaceful interactions? Not from Hubert von Vestra, I'm afraid.]
C - Seeing Pink
[Hubert brings a handkerchief up to his nose as the pollen from these blossoms may actually be killing him. A slow undignified death... (Another death, if memory serves.) But one can hardly be blamed... these vile flowers are simply everywhere.
As he brushes them off his heavy dark coat and cowl the little yellow pollen spots linger, providing no relief. Hubert lowers the cloth for a moment to press a gloved hand to his temple. His mind feels dull, not as sharp and refined as it needs to be. There's more to these flowers than meets the eye, he suspects. They are called love flowers, after all. Some sort of... aphrodisiac, if he had to guess. Peaceful interactions, they said. What a loathsome thing that needs to be done.
He will see what he can avoid before doing the necessary physical interactions to survive here.
Hubert brings the cloth back to his mouth as not one but several sneezes overtake him. Assuming the pollen doesn't impede on that plan first.]
D - Bring your own situation
(hit me up with an idea of your own. Hubert is here and cranky.)
Hubert von Vestra | Fire Emblem: Three Houses (Azure Moon route womp womp) | OTA
[With a crack of lightning and a loud clap of thunder a man dressed all in black steps into the pouring streets of this strange new world.
He is... most displeased, to say the least. His pale gaze looks over the unfamiliar landscape of this unfamiliar place, his lips a firm line, teetering on the cusp of a scowl. He has bypassed most of what was going on, ignoring the cake and eggs and whatever nonsense was displayed. He hasn't the time for it.
He has one goal in mind. And that is, of course, to find Lady Edelgard.
He moves to take a step out into this world, the heavy rain pelting down upon his dark attire. It's raining a lot. And he has no place to go nor anything to change into should he become soaked through, as he most likely will be if he doesn't turn back now. Now Hubert does scowl, turning on his heel to march back into the building, pushing open the doors as dramatically as he is able, never minding the stares of people he does not know and shaking off the rain that he did manage to collect during his brief steps outside.
Mayhaps he'll find someone that can point him in the correct direction.]
B - Raining Cats and Dogs
[Hubert stands, legs spread apart, and arms outstretched forward. Without hesitating or missing a beat the dark magician fires a ruin spell at the strange puddle. And then another at a different one. Purple and black glowing light sparks at his fingertips.
His gaze flickers about for more of these misshapen beasts emerging from the pools of water.
Another ruin spell to the right.
Hubert lets out an unhappy sigh, righting himself as things appear fine, for the moment.
Peaceful interactions? Not from Hubert von Vestra, I'm afraid.]
C - Seeing Pink
[Hubert brings a handkerchief up to his nose as the pollen from these blossoms may actually be killing him. A slow undignified death... (Another death, if memory serves.) But one can hardly be blamed... these vile flowers are simply everywhere.
As he brushes them off his heavy dark coat and cowl the little yellow pollen spots linger, providing no relief. Hubert lowers the cloth for a moment to press a gloved hand to his temple. His mind feels dull, not as sharp and refined as it needs to be. There's more to these flowers than meets the eye, he suspects. They are called love flowers, after all. Some sort of... aphrodisiac, if he had to guess. Peaceful interactions, they said. What a loathsome thing that needs to be done.
He will see what he can avoid before doing the necessary physical interactions to survive here.
Hubert brings the cloth back to his mouth as not one but several sneezes overtake him. Assuming the pollen doesn't impede on that plan first.]
D - Bring your own situation
(hit me up with an idea of your own. Hubert is here and cranky.)