I. Be a Man (Or Woman) Hardass was a word Clarus commonly heard in reference to himself back home, and he suspected the same might be said of him here as well. The aged knight didn't care about words, or the complaints of those he forced awake at the crack of dawn to instruct and train by his side. They had their physical assets, that was true, but any other skills had been lost to them when the group had arrived in this strange new land. This meant they had to work hard to build themselves back up into capable warriors, for their own defense and the defense of others.
The words of the neighbors didn't bother him either. They could invest in ear plugs if the sound was a bother, but in his mind they didn't begin their routine until after dawn and therefore it was a perfectly acceptable time at which most of the world should already be stirring.
"Again," he barked, apparently displeased with the performance of his trainees. They wouldn't be alone in this, Clarus was training right by their side, or sparring against them if the situation called for it.
II. Cooking by the Book - ISO Ignis, OTA Having a privileged upbringing had its downsides. Clarus Amicitia, Shield of the King, was woefully bad at cooking. It wasn't that he didn't have a knack, it was that he'd never had to cook for himself. He'd always had servants, restaurants, or Weskham to take care of that task for him. Realizing this shortcoming he'd made certain his children had been trained in the culinary arts, however he'd never corrected the issue for himself. What was the point? He had doubted at the time that he would ever need the skill again. How wrong he had been.
"Theoretically speaking," he began slowly, staring down into the frying pan he was currently manning, "what would one do if they dropped a piece of shell in the egg?" His education was a work in progress now, to say the least.
III. No Wrong Kweh to Love a Chocobo In all honesty, Clarus was trying to lighten up. He was in a new situation being made to learn new skills and restart his life at a time when many would be considering retirement, but remaining tense and on edge 24/7 was doing nothing but raising his blood pressure. Many people took up a hobby when stressed, but most of Clarus's hobbies were also stress, such as reading up on the land, physical training, and trekking out to kill beasts for gil. He'd also been studying to join the police force, and that too was not stress-free. What he did find stress-relieving, though others probably wouldn't, was caring for his chocobo mount and that of the other inhabitants of the house.
"There, all preened," he murmured softly to one of the birds, Prompto's, thinking he was alone. There was an ease in his posture and a softness to his face that was all but extinct in any other setting, but here with the chocobos flourished as the birds did. His fingers gently scratched at the bumpy skin hidden beneath the feathers on either side of the mount's head, and the bird kweh'd in appreciation and attempted to preen the human's short-cropped hair in return.
no subject
Hardass was a word Clarus commonly heard in reference to himself back home, and he suspected the same might be said of him here as well. The aged knight didn't care about words, or the complaints of those he forced awake at the crack of dawn to instruct and train by his side. They had their physical assets, that was true, but any other skills had been lost to them when the group had arrived in this strange new land. This meant they had to work hard to build themselves back up into capable warriors, for their own defense and the defense of others.
The words of the neighbors didn't bother him either. They could invest in ear plugs if the sound was a bother, but in his mind they didn't begin their routine until after dawn and therefore it was a perfectly acceptable time at which most of the world should already be stirring.
"Again," he barked, apparently displeased with the performance of his trainees. They wouldn't be alone in this, Clarus was training right by their side, or sparring against them if the situation called for it.
II. Cooking by the Book - ISO Ignis, OTA
Having a privileged upbringing had its downsides. Clarus Amicitia, Shield of the King, was woefully bad at cooking. It wasn't that he didn't have a knack, it was that he'd never had to cook for himself. He'd always had servants, restaurants, or Weskham to take care of that task for him. Realizing this shortcoming he'd made certain his children had been trained in the culinary arts, however he'd never corrected the issue for himself. What was the point? He had doubted at the time that he would ever need the skill again. How wrong he had been.
"Theoretically speaking," he began slowly, staring down into the frying pan he was currently manning, "what would one do if they dropped a piece of shell in the egg?" His education was a work in progress now, to say the least.
III. No Wrong Kweh to Love a Chocobo
In all honesty, Clarus was trying to lighten up. He was in a new situation being made to learn new skills and restart his life at a time when many would be considering retirement, but remaining tense and on edge 24/7 was doing nothing but raising his blood pressure. Many people took up a hobby when stressed, but most of Clarus's hobbies were also stress, such as reading up on the land, physical training, and trekking out to kill beasts for gil. He'd also been studying to join the police force, and that too was not stress-free. What he did find stress-relieving, though others probably wouldn't, was caring for his chocobo mount and that of the other inhabitants of the house.
"There, all preened," he murmured softly to one of the birds, Prompto's, thinking he was alone. There was an ease in his posture and a softness to his face that was all but extinct in any other setting, but here with the chocobos flourished as the birds did. His fingers gently scratched at the bumpy skin hidden beneath the feathers on either side of the mount's head, and the bird kweh'd in appreciation and attempted to preen the human's short-cropped hair in return.
IV. Wildcard
Hit me with your best shot.