Oh. This one.
Robin sat across from a formal, well-dressed young woman, grinning like a madman.
"Is there any particular reason you summoned me down here, or did you just want to 'catch up,' as you would call it?" Maribelle asked.
Robin's grin broke with a fit of laughter, which confused the girl even more.
"Am I missing something here?" She asked, annoyed.
Robin managed to compose himself.
"Sorry about that." He said. "You are so fired."
"...WHAT?!" Maribelle exclaimed. "Explain yourself at once!"
"Alright." Robin said. "Let's start with the things I do like about you. Or, to be more realistic, the thing. I appreciate the fact that you ride a horse. I think it's smart, since you can easily travel around the battlefield, healing people and stuff. So, you know, I dig it."
"...What does this have to do with ditches?" She asked.
"Anyway, first question here: What in Naga's name is a Trobadour?"
"I-I don't have to answer that!" Maribelle exclaimed.
"I see." Robin said. "I expected that, but not with the hostility. I took the liberty of looking up what it means." Robin pulled out a scroll. "Apparently, it is a ' composer and performer of Old Occitan lyric poetry during the High Middle Ages."
"What in the world is an Old Occitan?" She asked.
"I figured you would know, since you named yourself that. I just copied this off of an encyclopedia." Robin admitted. "Going by that definition, you are in no means a Trobadour. For one thing, that's the masculine definition, so you would actually be referred to as…" Robin looked at the sheet again. "...a 'trobairitz. Shit, that's even harder to pronounce."
"I highly doubt that my title is a plausible reason for letting me go." Maribelle commented.
"Well, there's also the fact that you are useless in battle." Robin commented. "We already had Lissa, so why would be need you? I mean, aside from your horse. Like I told the good princess, we have plenty of healers on the team that can also kick a good amount of ass. Anna, Rickon, stupid, sexy Libra…" Robin muttered before zoning off. "...Where was I?"
"You were telling me off for being unable to participate in combat." Maribelle replied.
"Oh, right. Want to know a fun fact? When we saved you from Gangrel-"
"Why is that deplorable man even in our army?" Maribelle interrupted.
"You know, I've been asking Chrom the same question ever since we recruited him." Robin commented. "He kept saying stuff about 'giving him a second chance' and 'him wanting to help us.' I swear to Naga, somebody could get membership to the Shepherds for helping an old lady cross the street."
"So what are you saying about my imprisonment at the Mad King's hands?" Maribelle asked.
"Well, as I was saying, when we rescued you, I kinda assumed you were just some civilian we had to save. I didn't realize that you were actually going to join us. I honestly thought you were a groupie for the first few weeks you were with us."
Maribelle huffed. "I understand when I'm not wanted somewhere. I'll just go back to my noble lifestyle, without any worries in the world."
"I can respect that." Robin said.
"You shall not be invited to any gatherings I hold. If you are, I implore you to keep in mind that it is a formal invitation, and not anything out of friendship."
Robin smirked at her as she walked out of his office. "Aw, I'm starting to get the feeling you like me!"
I honestly thought this would be me venting about Maribelle's character, but I actully managed to keep the low blows in check. I realize I haven't really wrote any of the Shepherds out of character that much. I know for a fact, not to give any spoilers, Gaius is going to be a bit...extreme.
Next time: Ricken