[ it's true, sylvain is the sort to hobble off the battlefield held together by sheer obstinance and the medieval equivalent of duct tape. it's not like he's always had healers and vulneraries to rely on, either, but he's always been reckless.
anywho, ] Aww, don't be like that.
[ says one jokester to another. as far as sylvain is concerned, everything is fine...! just peachy. he can't wait to get back and scrub all this blood off him.
he arches a brow at the mention of the brother. that's a rather roundabout way of wording things. callisto's a crown prince, so it wouldn't be unheard of for there to be feuding within the family. (ha, wouldn't sylvain know about that.) ]
...'Suppose'? You mean, you actually taught yourself?
[ they are alive, so callisto would say it's a success.
or well, as alive as one can be in hell. that said, he seems to ponder on sylvain's words. he puts a slightly bloodied hand to his chin as he shifts his weight as he inspects the blade in his hand before he (thankfully) put it back to where he strapped it to on his back. ] Something like that.
You learn a lot when you're at war. I did have a formal instructor when I was younger, though. I assume that's on course with most people's education. [ a pause as he looks between the rock that is now... just resting on the side of the man it's cracked the skull of... ]
sylvain gestures for them to proceed down the hallway, though he'll first find another makeshift weapon for himself—a metal bar from an abandoned and especially dilapidated cell door. ]
...The same for me. I learned spearwork as a kid, then had to put it into practice when the actual fighting broke out.
[ he doesn't mention anything about his own brother, which is perhaps unfair... but at least he doesn't pry into callisto's history, either. ]
Unfortunately, this doesn't make for much of a lance.
[ cries his canon is embarrassing that's why.... this is all i have to work with.
when he sees sylvain pick up the metal bar, he seems to nod in comprehension. he doubts it's anything like a spear, but well... longer than a rock??? more shaped? overall, it felt like an easier weapon to wield, if just— ] As long as it's one less stone you have to risk it all for... I'd say, it's a reliable enough weapon.
[ with that said, it's hard not to envision sylvain wielding a spear once he said so. he did seem quite muscular from what he could see. a solid build, which he only seems to confirm anew, and whether his lack of disclosure is unfair, perhaps, but callisto wasn't one to take direct offense to it.
while he tended to be relatively open with his past with the right people (meaning, anyone who doesn't have the intention to kill him), he doesn't necessarily expect others to be as forthcoming. ] Then, I suppose the guards here are in luck to have two warmongers in their midst. [ he's not serious, obviously... but it's nice to have someone who has come up from something similar. ]
sylvain laughs and shakes his head. i've used this line so many times but i'm gonna use it again: ]
I'm a lover, not a fighter.
[ he hopes callisto doesn't get the wrong idea that he somehow enjoys all this. he may have the exterior of a jock but he's very much a nerd inside. that being said, ] But I'll fight when I need to.
[ someone who'll go against his own nature for the sake of necessity... he wonders if callisto is like that, too. for how easily he takes to bloodshed, he doesn't give off the vibes of someone doing it purely for the fun of it. (or does he???)
not to mention, this is the second time they've found themselves mired in precarious circumstances together; whether sylvain likes it or not, he already trusts him. ]
but, that said, he does smile at that statement. he supposed that's anyone. it's the circumstances that probably led most to a life of violence and/or war. even with his own reputation and penchant to default to cutting someone open before asking questions— he supposed there were simpler times. times where he might have not known about others ill intentions towards him. but, fortunately, that was neither here nor there. ]
How reliable. [ his expression remains rather light, as he follows along with sylvain, especially as he urges them forward. ]
I guess, you're just going to have to show me the power of being a "lover" first hand. [ maybe slightly teasing as he carries onwards with his semi-newfound (mostly just reunited with) companion. ]
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anywho, ] Aww, don't be like that.
[ says one jokester to another. as far as sylvain is concerned, everything is fine...! just peachy. he can't wait to get back and scrub all this blood off him.
he arches a brow at the mention of the brother. that's a rather roundabout way of wording things. callisto's a crown prince, so it wouldn't be unheard of for there to be feuding within the family. (ha, wouldn't sylvain know about that.) ]
...'Suppose'? You mean, you actually taught yourself?
[ as in, self-defense? ]
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or well, as alive as one can be in hell. that said, he seems to ponder on sylvain's words. he puts a slightly bloodied hand to his chin as he shifts his weight as he inspects the blade in his hand before he (thankfully) put it back to where he strapped it to on his back. ] Something like that.
You learn a lot when you're at war. I did have a formal instructor when I was younger, though. I assume that's on course with most people's education. [ a pause as he looks between the rock that is now... just resting on the side of the man it's cracked the skull of... ]
You?
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sylvain gestures for them to proceed down the hallway, though he'll first find another makeshift weapon for himself—a metal bar from an abandoned and especially dilapidated cell door. ]
...The same for me. I learned spearwork as a kid, then had to put it into practice when the actual fighting broke out.
[ he doesn't mention anything about his own brother, which is perhaps unfair... but at least he doesn't pry into callisto's history, either. ]
Unfortunately, this doesn't make for much of a lance.
[ he brandishes the aforementioned metal pole. ]
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when he sees sylvain pick up the metal bar, he seems to nod in comprehension. he doubts it's anything like a spear, but well... longer than a rock??? more shaped? overall, it felt like an easier weapon to wield, if just— ] As long as it's one less stone you have to risk it all for... I'd say, it's a reliable enough weapon.
[ with that said, it's hard not to envision sylvain wielding a spear once he said so. he did seem quite muscular from what he could see. a solid build, which he only seems to confirm anew, and whether his lack of disclosure is unfair, perhaps, but callisto wasn't one to take direct offense to it.
while he tended to be relatively open with his past with the right people (meaning, anyone who doesn't have the intention to kill him), he doesn't necessarily expect others to be as forthcoming. ] Then, I suppose the guards here are in luck to have two warmongers in their midst. [ he's not serious, obviously... but it's nice to have someone who has come up from something similar. ]
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sylvain laughs and shakes his head. i've used this line so many times but i'm gonna use it again: ]
I'm a lover, not a fighter.
[ he hopes callisto doesn't get the wrong idea that he somehow enjoys all this. he may have the exterior of a jock but he's very much a nerd inside. that being said, ] But I'll fight when I need to.
[ someone who'll go against his own nature for the sake of necessity... he wonders if callisto is like that, too. for how easily he takes to bloodshed, he doesn't give off the vibes of someone doing it purely for the fun of it. (or does he???)
not to mention, this is the second time they've found themselves mired in precarious circumstances together; whether sylvain likes it or not, he already trusts him. ]
...C'mon, let's get going.
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but, that said, he does smile at that statement. he supposed that's anyone. it's the circumstances that probably led most to a life of violence and/or war. even with his own reputation and penchant to default to cutting someone open before asking questions— he supposed there were simpler times. times where he might have not known about others ill intentions towards him. but, fortunately, that was neither here nor there. ]
How reliable. [ his expression remains rather light, as he follows along with sylvain, especially as he urges them forward. ]
I guess, you're just going to have to show me the power of being a "lover" first hand. [ maybe slightly teasing as he carries onwards with his semi-newfound (mostly just reunited with) companion. ]