Ike X Blake: Treasure


(Beacon Academy Cafeteria, everyone is helping themselves to their lunches, while Marth has once again appeared to have fallen asleep in his.)

Blake: So you're a member of the Greils huh?

Ike: Member is putting it lightly. Think of me as the head. Priam Artorias, my grandfather, banded together the best sellswords he could find on the Remnant. Given that he was always a family guy, the mercenaries stuck their necks out for each other more often than we'd anticipated. He rubs off quickly on anyone.

Blake: And that's why you keep to Marth's side, right?

Ike: That's is more or less it. Grandfather always put loyalty first. Sure, he thirsted for gold and glory just any other garden-variety merc, but when he sees his comrades hurt, he's always ready to jump at their defense. In our circle, trust earned you a shield for your back, rather than a blade to it.

Blake: Even if they were Faunus.

Ike: Yes, and in that sense, Marth reminds me so much of him. Ever since he arrived at Beacon, he wanted to make a following, and he's trying his best, even if he understands that he's not going to go a great distance what with his being so guarded and all.

Blake: He certainly has a number of things hidden up his sleeves (But I wouldn't worry too much about it.)

Ike: Don't worry about it's all...part of his ""master plan" as he puts it. Eir, Korinna, and I have been sworn not to disclose any piece of that information or else *jabs a finger to stomach*.

Blake: *chuckles* Really? (In hindsight, it's not much as a secret than it is suspense.)

Ike: Yes. Part of the many quirks on having him for a leader, but I do trust him, even if he has some…questionable approaches to maintaining relationships with peers who are leagues ahead of him in the maturity department, and yet, that same carefree, go-with-it attitude has won him treasure more priceless than all the Dust beneath Remnant.

Blake: Sounds like the premise for one hell of a story.

Ike: *laughs* In a way, it does.


...Did Blake just break the fourth wall? Hmmm. Maybe not. It was more like a gentle tap that just happened to leave a sizable crack in it.