AN: Alright Guys, this is a bunch of scenes with an update to the vote at the very end, and maybe a little more explanation.
Ricken and Donnel
Ricken: Sometimes I hate Donnel so much…
Noah: Donnel? Why would you hate Donnel?
Ricken: He is constantly saying my name!
Noah: Is that supposed to be a bad thing?
Ricken:It is the way he says it. Not the way you are supposed to.
Noah: I'm still not getting it, could you give me an example?
Ricken: Well I Ricken that the farming can wait until after the war is over.
Noah: He is saying rEckon. Not RIcken.
Ricken: Well that isn't my only gripe with him!
Noah: What else?
Ricken: That accent of his makes him sound ignorant.
Noah: Well that isn't really his fault.
Ricken: It is his fault that he doesn't try to get better!
Noah: Look, this conversation really isn't over, but I have something I really have to do.
*Scene change. Now talking to Donnel.*
Donnel: Whew wee. That Ricken feller really rubs me the wrong way.
Noah: Why?
Donnel: Well, I reckon it is the way he gripes all the time.
Noah: What sorts of things does he complain about?
Donnel: "I wish I were taller! Everybody really looks down on me because I am this size!" I reckon that I am a wee bit shorter than him, an' he still complains about his height!
Noah: That is a legitimate complaint.
Donnel: "Everybody looks down on me!" It isn't exactly all happiness an' roses o'er here either. People are always judgin' me for my accent… You donna see me constantly complainin' and gripin' all the time!
Noah: You really feel strongly about this.
Donnel: Darn tootin' I do! He should jus' understan' that he has a better time of it than most folks. "Regain his family's honor…" His family is a buncha nobles! He donna need no more honor!
Donnel: I donna believe…
Ricken: I can't believe…
Both: Just how much I hate him right now!
Ricken: All that talk about farming….blegh!
Donnel: He is always complainin'!
Ricken: I think it is time we had a chat…
Donnel: I reckon I better go talk to him…
To be continued… (Totally not setting up for a sequel. Totally.)
Erin's adventure:
Noah: LIBRA! WE NEED AN EXORCISM!
Libra: What is it?
Noah: She stumbled into the dark depths of Tumblr…
Libra: My third call today about this… *sigh* Come here Erin.
Erin: ...I didn't know...I didn't know...Grab the eye bleach, please...
Libra: Ask Inigo about that. I know nothing.
Erin: Okay...Inigo, where's the eye bleach?!
Inigo: Owain needed the last of it… he saw something truly horrifying… Old hubba naked.
Erin: ...I guess I'll just flop over and die then…
Gaius: I can be your eye bleach…. *wiggles eyebrows*
Erin: Normally, yes...but it was too mortifying...I feel like I'm gonna be sick...Or I'm just hungry...I DUNNO ANYMORE.
Libra: Side effect of being traumatized by tumblr.
Erin: Never go to #fireemblem….You stumble onto some creepy things.
Lissa: WHAT DID YOU SEE WHAT DID YOU SEE?
Erin: All the male Shepherds...stark naked...
Lissa: CAN I SEE?
Erin: N-no...I'm pretty sure I'd become food for that new recruit...The bear one.
Inigo: Was there a picture of all the Female ones too?
Erin: No. Otherwise I'd be much worse than right now….
Noah: Besides son! You don't need to see that!
Inigo: Dad! Stop hitting my back so hard!
Kellam: I don't need a picture.
Erin: We all know you are a creepy stalker. Get over yourself.
Meeting time:
Noah: We are now holding this meeting because I despise all of you.
Vaike: How could you hate Teach?
Miriel: This rendezvous is highly illogical.
Virion: Please explain this poorly judged attack.
Noah: I will. First Vaike.
Vaike: What?
Noah: I get it, you are a fucking idiot. Do you have to talk in the third person? It makes you sound like a jackass, not stupid.
Vaike: Hey! Teach isn't stupid!
Noah: There are so many more ways of sounding stupid without being a jackass! Look at Forrest Gump!
Vaike: Who?
Noah: Earth pop culture. He sounds stupid, but not like an arrogant asshole.
Vaike: Then why isn't Gregor here?
Noah: He is. We are all Gregor.
Vaike: Huh?
Noah: Now Miriel.
Miriel: Yes?
Noah: You sound like Sherlock and Stephen Hawking had an unholy love child, and gave it a dictionary as its only birthday present.
Miriel: That accusation is highly illogical.
Noah: I Don't care, it is true. Why the fuck do you talk like a three year old college professor?
Mirel: It undoubtedly fashions my image as one of greater intelligence.
Noah: It makes you sound like a pretentious bitch, not smart.
Mirel: Fascinating... This merits further study.
Vaike: Speaking of bitches, why isn't Maribelle here?
Noah: I tried, but I murdered her on the way.
Everyone else: 0.0
Noah: Don't even pretend like you even care, we all hated her.
Virion: I quite liked Maribelle.
Noah: Don't even get me started on YOU Edgeworth!
Virion: Edgeworth- W-what?
Noah: Everything you say has to sound like Robert Frost shit it out of your mouth.
Virion: What? Explain this attack on my way of speech good sir!
Noah: Perfect example. You sound like you an arrogant prick who could say his sentences in way less time if he would take the poet's ass out of his mouth.
Virion: w-what?
Noah: Just get out of my sight, all of you. This felt a lot like Decruited... And I feel refreshed for some reason.
Vote update with the family:
Noah: Is it strange that most people want me to still do SAO?
Inigo: Well you did kind of set it up to that Dad.
Olivia: A good portion also wants a happy ending for you Noah.
Noah: What a relief. Rose? Why don't you tell everyone what that entails?
*Rose appears in a flash of light.*
Rose: Well, the split for this alternate ending would happen in the middle of chapter 51. Everyone would be still alive, except Jean still has us all in the freeze spell. The story would then stretch until the end of the game, and possibly have an endgame as well. I don't deserve to come back to life, you can just leave me dead.
Noah: There you go. That is what would happen if it wasn't clear. Shoot me a PM if you still need more information.
Olivia: Ummm... What are these?
Noah: Oh, those are the other votes.
Rose: This person wants you to write your story anyway with your original idea.
Inigo: You mean the one where y-
*Inigo is mysteriously knocked out.*
Noah: We do not speak of that.
Olivia: What about these?
Noah: Oh! Those are some suggestions I got.
Rose: Crossovers?
Olivia: Sword Art Online and Naruto, Sword Art Online and Hellsing, or Sword Art Online and Berserk?
Rose: Have you ever even seen those other anime's?
Noah: No.
Olivia: So that is why the answer is...
Noah: No.
Rose: What is the official scores Dad?
Noah: Inigo! *kick* Tell them.
Inigo: Continue with stupid idea: 1
Rethink SAO plot then write it: 8
Random fanfiction of my choice: 0
Rewrite us: 2,765... I mean four.
Other suggestions: 3
Noah: Thank you son. That's it guys! No need for an ending AN. Buh bye!