Washing up on shore coughing and choking on seawater was not on Felix's list of things he ever wanted to do. And he has no idea how it happened; last he checked, they won at Derdriu, and he doesn't remember any foes shoving him into the bay or anything. And this place is definitely not Derdriu.
And now there's an automaton trying to drag him off somewhere, and whether this is some kind of strange Imperial trick or not, he's not going.
When the thing gets just a little too insistent, he draws a blade and gives it a murderous glare. "Let go of me, or I'll slice off your head."
Anyone else around who knows more about what's going on here might want to tell Felix before he ends up getting himself into trouble...
I. Beach Episode, 'Felix Hates This' Edition
Felix thought his arrival here in this unknown place was bad, but worse than that is this: a beach party.
He looks extremely out of place here, still fully dressed in his traveling clothes from home, regardless of the fact that they were made for Faerghus' wintry climate, or that they and his hair and everything else are covered in sand. He refuses to take off a single article of clothing or piece of armor, largely because those automata really wanted him to for some reason. Why everyone else here has actually stripped off most of their clothes and seems to be fine with that, he has no idea. (It's probably because it's hot under the sun and they want to avoid being sweaty, overheating messes like he currently is, but he's ignoring that.)
And now he just wants something to eat, but the automata keep insisting on something called "credits," which he doesn't have. He tried pulling a weapon on one of them and intimidating it into giving him food, but it just offered him a dildo to fight with instead, and he was so confused and weirded out that he just...walked away.
But he does eventually find something he can teach people to do at the beach! Slicing watermelon. With a sword. While the fruit is flying through the air. ...look, he doesn't have a lot to work with, here.
If anyone approaches him, he'll scowl at them and hand them one of his spare swords, hilt-first, with a watermelon in his other hand. "Break it and I break your arm."
II. Sand Sport
At least there's one thing here Felix knows how to do. He has no intention of participating, mostly because those who do are apparently required to wear what basically amounts to the skimpiest smallclothes known to humanity, but a robot challenged him...so he told it that if it could find him a worthy opponent, and if it gave him something to wear that wasn't absolutely awful...he'd consider it. (Then he had a ten minute argument with it over whether the bathing suits it tried to give him were acceptable.)
Eventually, it convinces him to put on a swimsuit that's not too ridiculous and get into the ring with someone it claims is a worthy opponent. Felix studies them, trying to determine whether or not this will be a waste of his time.
II-a. Consequences
Felix is from the northeast of the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus. The northernmost country on the continent. Widely known for its harsh winters and spring blizzards. He's marched all over Fodlan during the war--he's even been to the Valley of Torment dressed in full swordmaster armor--but he's never exposed himself to the sun for this long before.
And guess what he's never heard of before? Sunscreen.
Ah, but fortunately, there happens to be a robot nearby offering some soothing lotion to help ease the pain of sunburn, for those who pay attention to anything the robots say (so, not Felix). Perfect for rubbing all over someone else's almost-naked body when they've had too much sun, says the robot!
Feel free to find an extremely grumpy, lobster-red Felix eating lunch under a large, communal beach umbrella, sitting on a towel and trying very hard not to move too much. He might appreciate some help with the lotion he doesn't know about. Maybe. Even if he complains about it.
Felix Fraldarius | Fire Emblem: Three Houses
Washing up on shore coughing and choking on seawater was not on Felix's list of things he ever wanted to do. And he has no idea how it happened; last he checked, they won at Derdriu, and he doesn't remember any foes shoving him into the bay or anything. And this place is definitely not Derdriu.
And now there's an automaton trying to drag him off somewhere, and whether this is some kind of strange Imperial trick or not, he's not going.
When the thing gets just a little too insistent, he draws a blade and gives it a murderous glare. "Let go of me, or I'll slice off your head."
Anyone else around who knows more about what's going on here might want to tell Felix before he ends up getting himself into trouble...
I. Beach Episode, 'Felix Hates This' Edition
Felix thought his arrival here in this unknown place was bad, but worse than that is this: a beach party.
He looks extremely out of place here, still fully dressed in his traveling clothes from home, regardless of the fact that they were made for Faerghus' wintry climate, or that they and his hair and everything else are covered in sand. He refuses to take off a single article of clothing or piece of armor, largely because those automata really wanted him to for some reason. Why everyone else here has actually stripped off most of their clothes and seems to be fine with that, he has no idea. (It's probably because it's hot under the sun and they want to avoid being sweaty, overheating messes like he currently is, but he's ignoring that.)
And now he just wants something to eat, but the automata keep insisting on something called "credits," which he doesn't have. He tried pulling a weapon on one of them and intimidating it into giving him food, but it just offered him a dildo to fight with instead, and he was so confused and weirded out that he just...walked away.
But he does eventually find something he can teach people to do at the beach! Slicing watermelon. With a sword. While the fruit is flying through the air. ...look, he doesn't have a lot to work with, here.
If anyone approaches him, he'll scowl at them and hand them one of his spare swords, hilt-first, with a watermelon in his other hand. "Break it and I break your arm."
II. Sand Sport
At least there's one thing here Felix knows how to do. He has no intention of participating, mostly because those who do are apparently required to wear what basically amounts to the skimpiest smallclothes known to humanity, but a robot challenged him...so he told it that if it could find him a worthy opponent, and if it gave him something to wear that wasn't absolutely awful...he'd consider it. (Then he had a ten minute argument with it over whether the bathing suits it tried to give him were acceptable.)
Eventually, it convinces him to put on a swimsuit that's not too ridiculous and get into the ring with someone it claims is a worthy opponent. Felix studies them, trying to determine whether or not this will be a waste of his time.
II-a. Consequences
Felix is from the northeast of the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus. The northernmost country on the continent. Widely known for its harsh winters and spring blizzards. He's marched all over Fodlan during the war--he's even been to the Valley of Torment dressed in full swordmaster armor--but he's never exposed himself to the sun for this long before.
And guess what he's never heard of before? Sunscreen.
Ah, but fortunately, there happens to be a robot nearby offering some soothing lotion to help ease the pain of sunburn, for those who pay attention to anything the robots say (so, not Felix). Perfect for rubbing all over someone else's almost-naked body when they've had too much sun, says the robot!
Feel free to find an extremely grumpy, lobster-red Felix eating lunch under a large, communal beach umbrella, sitting on a towel and trying very hard not to move too much. He might appreciate some help with the lotion he doesn't know about. Maybe. Even if he complains about it.