#USER. old-scalebag

[urvanswrath]

Another day, another job to fulfill. 

Greil isn’t quite used to tasks as mundane as going on a shopping trip on behalf of the Officer’s Academy yet. Although, when the pay is decent enough, he puts himself up to the task. The list he’s given is such: tableware, table decor, and candlelights for tables…

Guess this is merc work nowadays.

When he stops by the store written on the note, he tries to find the nearest shelves where they keep the tablecloths to check if the make is indeed what the academy's looking for. Greil’s more used to shopping in the outdoor markets, but he figures to search on his own before asking any shophands for assistance. 

As he ventures out of the glassware section and towards the fabrics, he sees that his path is blocked by a man who’s even larger than he is, mulling over something. If it weren’t for the two other people browsing behind Greil, he would’ve just left this area and headed for another. He’s not really in a hurry. And so, he waits.

And waits…

Until the lack of movement from the other man makes him raise his brow. “... Excuse me–”

“Are you the Dheginsea? Oh… I can’t believe I ran into you here! I’m your biggest fan!”

It seems on the opposite side of the man in his way is a boy about Ike’s age, full of enthusiasm and awe. Apparently, that gargantuan man’s name is Dheginsea. Greil sees a sliver of the boy’s head peek towards his direction, and mistakenly–Greil will soon come to find out–makes eye contact with the admirer. “I-Is that your friend? Wow…” The boy stutters. 

“You're mistaken, boy–”

“I hope it isn’t too much for me to ask, but I would LOVE to accompany you two for a bit! Just to see what strong guys get up to! I’ll even help you shop! I insist!”

Greil sighs through his nose. He could use the help, and this lad probably means well, so, maybe he could entertain this for a bit...

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no this isn't dilf city go away

PEARLESCENT ⟋ greil + dheginsea.

[egittae]

Once a proper safe and quiet place had been secured, Lambert sat down on a box and leaned back against the rocky wall so as to keep his back straight. As much as his crest did everything in its power to keep him alive and conscious, it did so by sacrificing some of his physical integrity in the process- always a price to pay for power, which Lambert understands, hence why he avoided perceiving the general soreness in his body as injuries to be cured.

They were not. They couldn’t be regularly healed, either. It was just how he was, how his body was made to work. “I may first explain to you about crests. It is the least that I can do for you, as you saved our lives from that disaster of a battle. I do find it curious however that the Church did not tell you much about it, but alas.” A soft sigh left his lips, the exhale slow and calculated so as to not offend sore muscles.

“I shall spare you from a long history lesson, but crests were blessings given to specific individuals centuries ago, by the Goddess. They are boons that grant the user all sorts of exceptional power, which varies from crest to crest, and unlike magic affinity which is connected to the individual’s aura, the crest is in their blood and can be passed down to their offspring. It is not a guarantee, but a crested parent has high chances of producing a crested child.” A brief pause as he rubbed a thumb over bandaged knuckles. “This is important, because those blessed individuals from centuries ago were the starting point for Fódlan’s major noble houses. The Kingdom’s royal family, the ruling houses of the Alliance, the imperial family, all of them are descendants of those few blessed individuals from the days of old. Not all nobles possess crests, but the large majority of crested individuals are of noble background.”

“It is power, as well as social status. But its handling differs largely between nations, you see. The country I hail from, Faerghus, only values crests for their strength and nothing more. Frivolous things such as social standing and flaunting of status are deemed foolish and unimportant.” His eyes then met Dheginsea’s once more. “But in many places within the Alliance, and within the Empire of Adrestia, crests are a social boon. To each their own.”

Another sigh through a held back wince, as the professor adjusted his position. “Where I am trying to get, is-”

“...the display you saw from me came from a crest. I possess a major strain, meaning it is much more concentrated than most.” It leads to much more power- but the drawbacks are proportional. “All crests behave differently. Some grant the user heightened magic affinity, others possess enhanced healing prowess, and so on. Mine grants me strength, plain and simple. True, raw, abnormal strength. Indeed, a regular man in my position would have died long before you had gotten the chance to take us away from that battlefield, but the crest pushed through any and all limits in my body to ensure my survival.”

He gestures to the state of his sore body. “Hence why.” After a brief pause, his eyebrows fell into a slight frown. “...considering all that crests represent, both the good and the bed, I am sure you are able to guess why it is that I wish to keep mine a secret.”

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Continuation from here. spoilers from both games beware