Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Monty Python characters or Fire Emblem
characters. Get it? If you don't, you are a moron. Go away and die in a
fire. Good day to you.
Other note type crap things: Wow, I'm actually writing a fic! Amazing. I can feel the seismic activity now. Don't waste your time by sending me "constructively criticizing" reviews. A good review would be nice though.
"I am Kent! King of the Lycians! Whose castle is this?"
"Wha? This is just a model! I'm only a plastic figurine!" Sain dances atop the castle. Lucius comes out from behind the set, wearing a black beret and a gold monocle.
"Stop it-..." Lucius suddenly stopped talking as Canas glared down at his miniscule figure.
"That's my trademark, fruitcake." He said in a low, dangerous voice. Lucius turns up his noise and adjusts the eye- piece.
"Remember the triangle, my dear Canas." He flashes his spellbook and strolls onto the set. Lucius carefully climbs up the ladder and raises and eyebrow at Sain. He plants his hands on his hips. "Sain! Quit screwing around!"
As Sain begins to protest, Canas stands in the shadows, cursing the producers of FE. Jaffar appears beside him, as vague and uninviting as ever.
"..." Jaffar was silent.
Canas smirked. "Dude! You sounded just like Rath!" He shoved his arm playfully. Jaffar said nothing, only glaring straight ahead of him. Suddenly, he turned, hearing something, faintly sounding like singing. It grew louder, so much that Canas also turned in that direction. A group of shamans passed by, Nosferatsu books in hand. They sing/chant in perfect unison.
"Eie Jesu domina, eie equis requiem..." They follow up each chant by thwacking the books on their foreheads. Lucius nodded his head approvingly, and spoke to Canas and Jaffar, a bit frazzled from all the climbing.
"Shamans... we hired them for the show. Fabulous, aren't they?" He said, grinning jovially.
"Indeed. A bit stereotypical though..." Canas commented, resenting the mindless, drone-like shamans fading into the distance.
"Mmm..." Lucius said distractedly. He then walked off, ready to begin the next scene.
Other note type crap things: Wow, I'm actually writing a fic! Amazing. I can feel the seismic activity now. Don't waste your time by sending me "constructively criticizing" reviews. A good review would be nice though.
"I am Kent! King of the Lycians! Whose castle is this?"
"Wha? This is just a model! I'm only a plastic figurine!" Sain dances atop the castle. Lucius comes out from behind the set, wearing a black beret and a gold monocle.
"Stop it-..." Lucius suddenly stopped talking as Canas glared down at his miniscule figure.
"That's my trademark, fruitcake." He said in a low, dangerous voice. Lucius turns up his noise and adjusts the eye- piece.
"Remember the triangle, my dear Canas." He flashes his spellbook and strolls onto the set. Lucius carefully climbs up the ladder and raises and eyebrow at Sain. He plants his hands on his hips. "Sain! Quit screwing around!"
As Sain begins to protest, Canas stands in the shadows, cursing the producers of FE. Jaffar appears beside him, as vague and uninviting as ever.
"..." Jaffar was silent.
Canas smirked. "Dude! You sounded just like Rath!" He shoved his arm playfully. Jaffar said nothing, only glaring straight ahead of him. Suddenly, he turned, hearing something, faintly sounding like singing. It grew louder, so much that Canas also turned in that direction. A group of shamans passed by, Nosferatsu books in hand. They sing/chant in perfect unison.
"Eie Jesu domina, eie equis requiem..." They follow up each chant by thwacking the books on their foreheads. Lucius nodded his head approvingly, and spoke to Canas and Jaffar, a bit frazzled from all the climbing.
"Shamans... we hired them for the show. Fabulous, aren't they?" He said, grinning jovially.
"Indeed. A bit stereotypical though..." Canas commented, resenting the mindless, drone-like shamans fading into the distance.
"Mmm..." Lucius said distractedly. He then walked off, ready to begin the next scene.