AIN'T NO PARTY LIKE A FIRE EMBLEM PARTY

[solemnity]

[ so whatever you were doing, DROP IT. RIGHT NOW. IT DOESN'T MATTER IF YOU WERE IN THE MIDDLE OF SAVING YOUR CONTINENT OR WORLD, YOU AREN'T DOING IT NOW.

no, now you're going to chill in this pub and enjoy some ale and maybe get rowdy. have some fun, loosen up, make new friends. WHO KNOWS, maybe they've got some crazy tales of their own to tell. maybe you'll see faces you shouldn't be able to anymore! TIME SHENANIGANS, MAN, wibbly wobbly and all that jazz.

anyway, this dude is just going to chill in a corner with a pint that's barely started and a book in his lap, keeping an eye on the guys he has the misfortune of calling his army. or the army he advises, rather, since technically they're eliwood's army. whatever. he's keeping an eye on them like a good mother hen tactician should. otherwise, have your fun, he'll leave y'all to it. ]

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god i need to fix up my icons...

[angelfaced]

[A pub?? How did Nino end up here...

Let's blame Legault or someone, shall we?

In any case, guess who's looking around for any familiar face!]

[fala]

[Of course, this pub's hardly full of people only from Elibe. It's not just time shenanigans here!!

Someone from an entirely different continent? Why the hell not?

Which is how we end up with one (1) mage in a corner of his own.

...The odds of him finding someone he knows are slim, aren't they?]

[marquess]

[ SPEAKING OF ELIWOOD, he's here too!! and maybe had a couple pints already, if the flush on his face is anything to go by. at least it's not as dark as his hair yet. he's a little wobbly as he makes his way around the crowd, checking on his companions, smiling and laughing and fairly stable - up until he bumps into someone anyway. ]

Oh - m-my apologies! I didn't... see you there.

[ okay, maybe more than a couple. they said it was 'to get him to relax' and wouldn't take no for an answer, okay! ]

[nimblefingered]

[ MEANWHILE, IN A DARK CORNER OF THE BAR, there lurks an ostian spy/thief. and he loves everyone in this bar but he is totally going to take advantage of their varying states of drunkenness to sneak things from them. it's just a friendly prank this time around, but a thief can't resist a golden opportunity such as this. sticky fingers, they are itching.

so don't mind the dude in the red cloaked casually walking behind people. he totally isn't stealing stuff from them (or you). nope, not at all, who would you ever accuse him of such a terrible thing. ]

[thismustbelove]

[He's here, he's at least partially queer, and he's not paying for his beer! Or ale, rather, he's found some poor chap who had a nice pouch of coins just asking to be "borrowed"...the lovely thing about being Legualt is that he never gets caught, anyways, except for that one time he did and he ended up joining an army, but that's a long story!]

[redblade]

[Rutger is totally old enough to drink. When you have to deal with people like Clarine, it's almost necessary on a semi-regular basis. He's not exactly social, though, so he's sitting by himself in the corner. In the far corner. He'll shoot anyone who approaches one of his mean looks.]

[renewance]

[ who let her in

and who gave her alcohol

So here's Serra, sitting at the bar, giggling and hiccuping because she's partially tipsy (or maybe it's just her normal, natural drunkeness). Do you dare approach? ]

[loneflower]

[Alternatively, a... very tipsy, and entirely too cheerful, Sylvia is surveying the room with a critical eye. Hmmm...

Would this be a good place to attempt a performance? Drunk people love dancers, right??]

[fireshorts]

[WHOA OKAY

This isn't Begnion. Heck this doesn't even look like Tellius, not with the lack of, so what kind of nonsense is this? And why is everyone so, so... TALL? It's not fun, man. Tormod here is just gonna sit at the counter, hands on the stool and a sour look.

Tall, deceitful, inconsiderate jerks..]