"Lyn!" called Kent. He went up to Lyn and took her playfully by the ear.
"Ouch! Watch the earring, you're gonna rip it outta my ear!" winced Lyn.
"Sorry, Milady," blushed Kent. "The same little featherhead! Ah, sorry, again! I don't mean it personally! Ugh... Suppose, now, that I borrowed fifty... pounds? Let's make that gold instead, ok? Fifty gold today, and you spent it all in the Christmas week, and then... Wait, that's not enough. How about fifty hundred? Ok, and you spent it all in the Christmas week, and then on New Year's Eve a slate fell on my head and killed me, and-"
Lyn placed her hands over Kent's mouth. "Oh! Don't say such horrid things."
"He'd never get killed by a slate," laughed Sain, who then flinched from his injuries. "He's too focused on duty. Wait... never mind, he'd be so focused on duty that he might not see the slate falling towards him."
"Gee, thanks a lot," grumbled Kent.
"No problemo!" Sain crawled away and Serra went to heal him, much to his luck.
Kent walked around Lyn in a lawyer-like fashion with his finger to his chin. "Still, suppose that happened,-" he stopped in front of her and asked "-what then?"
"If that were to happen, I don't suppose I should care whether I owed money or not," Lyn answered apathetically. She shrugged her shoulders and began to walk away from Kent.
"Yes, but what about the people who had lent it?" Kent walked up to Lyn and placed his hands on her shoulders. Sain began to chuckle and Kent gave him a threatening glare.
"They? Who would bother about them? I should not know who they were," she answered back.
"That is like a woman!" Kent yelled.
"Before you two continue, I have some information about this play!" called Canas.
"What is it?" they asked in unison.
Canas adjusted his monocle in a nerdy-scholar manner and cleared his throat. "I've heard that Torvald's use of the nicknames 'little lark', etc., were used because the animals that he called Nora had little brains. This implies that Torvald is suggesting that Nora has a little brain, thus degrading her intellectual..."
"ARE YOU CALLING ME STUPID?" Lyn roared with rage at both the shaman and cavalier.
"N-n-no! I'd never say such-" stammered Kent.
"B-b-but it's a meta-" Canas also stammered in unison.
Lyn unsheathed the Mani Katti and attack both men. In her newfound rage, she got a Critical Hit on both men. Everyone else looked on with fear and Marth mumbled under her breath "Whoa, Lyn just went crazy on them!" The two men collapsed onto the ground, covered in bumps, bruises, cuts, and fractures. Canas had a black eye over the one eye that usually has the monocle.
"NEXT PERSON WHO CALLS ME STUPID, I WILL KILL YOU!" screamed Lyn.
"...!" Everyone was too afraid to answer her properly.
"Ow... Don't kill the messenger..." gasped Canas.
"Ugh... Since our Torvald's near death..." started Marth. She adjusted her nerdy glasses and said happily in singsong "Who wants to play as Torvald?" Insert the big emoticon from Gaia Online.
Everyone screamed in fear and tried to runaway, as if they'd just listened to the punk band Malice of Forethought. Of course, the band doesn't suck like they've said they did. Actually, the band doesn't go insane and attack people calling them 'little lark', etc. like Lyn does. That must mean only one thing: it's that time of the month for the Sacaen/Lycian noble. Insert the big emoticon from Gaia Online again.
"Rath," called Marth. She gave him the gesture for "Come here". Of course, it's not that gesture, or else she would be giving him the international gesture for "Get your worthless butt over here now, you nomadic savage!" instead.
"..." he answered.
"You could be Torvald, since you're also Sacaen like Lyn."
"?" he exclaimed. He looked over to Guy, then back to her.
"Well, you and Lyn were close, so I figured..."
"!" he yelled at the evil tactician.
"Don't be shy! Act your heart out!" Marth nudged him towards the stage with the textbook in hand.
"..." he said to himself sadly.
"My period had so much fun with this, especially when my teacher read Torvald's part. Great acting!"
"..." Rath sighed depressingly.
Luckily for Rath, Kent recovered from his injuries. Thank Priscilla, because she's not demonic like Serra.
"!" Rath whooped with sheer joy. He patted the evil tactician on the shoulder a few times and went back to his spot to resume watching the play.
Kent hobbled towards Lyn and gingerly picked up the blue textbook. He scanned the piece to find where he left off at. The Lycian cleared his throat and said, "But seriously, Lyn, you know what I think about that. No debt, no borrowing. There can be no freedom or beauty about a home life that depends on borrowing and debt. We two have kept bravely on the straight road so far, and we will go on the same way for the short time longer that there need be any struggle."
"As you please, Kent," replied Lyn as she moved over to a dilapidated "stove" whilst sharpening her Mani Katti.
"Ugh… Try not to slaughter Torvald, ok?" Marth asked meekly.
"If he doesn't call me those nicknames again," Lyn replied.
"But I'm sorry, milady! I did not mean them personally!" implored Kent.
He read ahead and gasped in horror. Marth looked over his shoulder and began to chuckle while trying to hum the funeral march. Apparently, it seems like Kent will be driven to an early grave. He has found… another humiliating nickname for our Nora!
"Why must I suffer through this?" he sobbed.
"Because our class read this and I thought that it'd be fun for us to do," replied Marth.
"Have you ever lost a Torvald because of this?"
"Nope, not at all."
Kent sighed depressingly and decided to read it aloud. "Lyn, please don't kill me for this line. Please! Ahem! Come, come, my little…skylark—" He read the nickname as if it were a horribly offensive racial slur that he didn't want to utter.
Lyn quickly turned around with her Mani Katti in her hands, ready to kill him. Kent turned white as he quickly read the rest of his lines.
"—must not droop her wings. What is this! Is my little squirrel out of temper? Lyn, what do you think I have got here? PLEASE DON'T KILL ME, PLEASE! O SAINT ELIMINE, DO NOT LET LYN KILL ME!"
"I am… NOT a (expletive) skylark!" shrilled Lyn. She picked up her book and read her lines. "Money!" she answered coolly.
"There you are. Do you think I don't know what a lot is wanted for housekeeping at Christmastime?" said Kent. He had given her all his money in a futile effort to appease the human time-bomb that's just waiting to explode.
"Ten shillings—a pound—two pounds! Thank you, thank you, Torvald; that will keep me going for a long time," mused Lyn. She whispered in his ear " 450,986 gold is enough to keep me from decapitating you for calling me these names… for now." The last part was said in a malicious tone.
"Let's hope so…" he mumbled. "Indeed it must," he said aloud.
"Yes, yes, it will. But come here and let me show you what I have bought. And all so cheap! Look, here is a new suit for Nino, and a sword; and a horse and a trumpet for Ninian; and a doll and dolly's bedstead for Serra, they are very plain, but anyway she will soon break them in pieces. And here are dress-lengths and handkerchiefs for the maids; old Lucius ought really to have something better." When Lyn opened the presents, though, she discovered that they were filled with odd contraptions. They were all items from Marth's time.
"And what is in this parcel?" asked Kent as he shook one that contained a video tape of the old Super Mario cartoons.
Lyn placed two of the items she was examining quizzically (a Spice Girls CD and a Tamagotchi) down onto the table and ran to Kent. "No, no! You mustn't see that until this evening."
"Very well. But now tell me, you extravagant little person, what would you like for yourself?" Kent braced himself for the possibility of Lyn killing him on the spot for that name.
"For myself? Oh, I am sure I don't want anything." Lyn went back to examining the Tamagotchi, curious about what it was.
"Yes, but you must. Tell me something reasonable that you would particularly like to have."
Lyn paused a bit, then said slowly, "No, I really can't think of anything—unless, Kent—"
"Well?" he grunted.
Lyn was playing with his coat buttons and without giving him any eye contact. Kent tensed up as Lyn was doing this because he's not used to Lyn acting so… flirtatious (as he would call this behavior). "If you really want to give me something, you might—you might—"
"W-well, o-out w-with i-it!" stammered Kent as his face was turning as red as his hair.
Lyn showed him the Tamagotchi and said, "This! I'd like to keep this Tama-whatchyamacallit! It's so intriguing!"
Kent and everyone else was floored with disbelief.
"You might give me money, Kent," read Lyn. "Only just as much as you can afford; and then one of these days I will buy something with it."
Before Kent could say anything, stupid Bartre had to add in his two cents.
"Yeah, you stupid lark! Get lots of money because he's loaded with gold!"
Lyn's eye and mouth twitched as the first sentence sunk in quicker than Hector being tossed into a deep lake. She unsheathed her sword and chased the imbecile around the stage, screaming out expletives and death threats. To make things worse for Bartre, he's an axe user who doesn't have the swordreaver in his possession.
Pitiful fool.
