Outsiders: Fire Emblem

A continue from before.

It's exceptionally dark right now. That's normal when your eyes are closed and you're sleeping, you think, but you can't be sleeping. You're consciously thinking. And it doesn't feel like your eyes are closed. You reach out in front of you, and you note both the rush of air all around your body and how clearly you can see your hand, almost as though it's the middle of the day.

You decide to try blinking, and as you do, you see a large red light flash to your right. Looking over, you see an eye, larger than your body, staring you down. Normally, you'd try to scream and kill it with lightning, but you feel at peace with it. Looking closer, you can see an odd color glowing among all the red. Blue? Green? Teal? You can't seem to decide.

You feel movement around your arms, and looking at them you can see that you're naked, and that there are grey tendrils of two different shades pulling on each one. The tugging intensifies, and looking forward you can see the shadows spreading out from the center point. No... they're splitting, you think as the shades start changing. On the right, the darkness seems to take a lighter shade of grey, and on the left, a shade of red. An eye emerges on the left side, a stark contrast to the other, with teal for most of the eye, and red in the center.

A third eye opens at the center point, forming from the shadows left behind the others. It takes on a brilliant gold color, with purple irises. Looking at the three, they take concrete forms, as dragons, though unlike any you'd seen, even in your dreams. All of them had four thick limbs, and large wings hugged around their entire bodies. You begin to reach out, with the intent of touching one...

You awake to the sound of a floorboard creaking. Looking up, you see the vague outline of a figure, and a soft smile seems to appear on its lips before it fades entirely. Jean walks in, holding up a pair of dresses. "Adena, I'm sorry to wake you, but I was researching the contest and the trends around here and I've narrowed your wardrobe down to these two dresses. Care to choose one?"

One of the dresses would be rather form-fitting, and has a steely color to it so that it almost shines. It comes with two wrist warmers. The other is more formal, with large, poofy shoulders, and a deep red color. It seems he intends for you to wear a tiara with it. "Where'd you get this stuff?"

"They gave us a budget to work with for your clothes when I signed you up. I used it to obtain these. Preference?"

"What time is it?"

"Eight. Preference?"

"You're a madman. I'll figure it out later. I'm hungry right now."

"Of course. Be sure to make a decision before going on stage, however."

After eating breakfast, you're told that the contests will begin soon. You can't understand why these people insist on waking so early, but you go anyway to make sure Guillame and Hei'yu don't fail completely. Or at least so you can watch them do it.

It seems they intend to do all of the contests in the arena. Who would want to eat here? It reeks of blood, you think. The Feroxi are likely used to it. A large, jolly man stands on top of a table, opposite the contestants, who are all positioned at different tables in a semi-circle. "Looks like we've got a good crowd today, folks! Contestants, you will be partaking in two different cooking challenges. First, you will cook in order to please me! We've got a wide variety of ingredients here for you to use, so it's your choice what dish I'll eat! Try to not kill me with your dish! Secondly, you will be doing a speed cooking contest! You will make cakes, as quickly as possible! You're each being given several stoves, and multiple large fires and Fire tomes to use for cooking! You'll be given ten minutes for each contest, and two minutes to consider what to make, starting... NOW!"

Over to your right, you hear Guillame loudly announce "I'ma make some quesadillas, motherf***er!"

Hei'yu is stationed right in front of you, and turns to you. "What do you think I should make, Adena?"

You're about to answer, when the man sitting next to you says "Feed him the blood of hiss enemiess." He wears a large hooded cloak, and has pale skin for a Feroxi. Still dark, but it looks to be an unhealthy skin tone. You're not sure whether he has a lisp, or if he's hissing when he talks. Hei'yu looks back at you, straight in the eyes, and you tell her...

A) To listen to Mr. Creepy. He sounds like he knows what he's talking about. You'd certainly enjoy feasting on the blood of your enemies.

B) Quesadillas. You're not sure what they are, but they sound good.

C) Cake. She's already going to be making it soon, so why not get used to it?

D) Write-in option. You are supposed to be a tactician, after all.

You also decide to go with...

1) The slim dress. Sex appeal should work. Sex appeal always works.

2) The formal dress. Red should appeal to the Feroxi bloodlust.

3) Write-in option. You are supposed to be a tactician, after all.
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I should mention that on GameFAQs somebody suggested having Hei'yu cook steak.
And I don't think you guys have seen the imgur album with the character sprites. It serves as our barracks. Here: imgur.com/a/tocHW#0

D1 wins (with steak. A good try, since this is Ferox, check GameFAQs if you don't believe me, Fen-Fen posted a vote there, overriding the one here).

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"Make steak. Straightforward, and it should appeal to Feroxi tastes, I think."



"Okay, I'll trust you." Turning around, she began gathering the supplies. "Let's see, here's the beef... And I should probably include some spices, maybe ginger, some salt... Oh, I need to marinate the meat. This wine should work fine, though I'll have to use a lot to speed up the process..."



Meanwhile, near the other end of the arena, you could hear Guillame yelling. "Where's, the BEEF?!"



"R-right here, sir-"



"B****, nobody cares about the beef! You don't put beef on a f***ing quesadilla! Get me some tomatoes, I'm gonna have to home-make some f***ing salsa!"



Sighing, you feel like it's pointless for you to be here. You consider falling asleep, but then you remember the odd fellow to your right, and decide to wait it out. You actually find watching Guillame amusing though, so it's not all bad.



He started by making his "salsa," which seemed to be some odd sort of vegetable sauce. Then he customized some flour, first making it flat, then cutting it into circles and lightly cooking it. While it was cooking with the chicken and the cheese (which seemed odd) he actually took the time to clean a plate all while singing some tune. "Yo no soy marinero!!" It was surprisingly catchy, and some of the crowd even joined in after getting used to what he was saying.



The announcer rang the bell, and greedily ran to Hei'yu's table first. "Hoho, some nice steak, ehhh? Let's seeeeee." He cut off the slightest bits from different parts, the edge, the center, and a point in-between, and slowly chewed on them in turn. "Hmmmmmm. Impressive. Good texture, even cook, and the spices are diced small enough to add to the flavor but not be apparent when you chew... Excellent. Ninety-four out of a hundred."



The optimizer inside you was displeased with not getting a perfect score, but as you heard the other scores, your hopes rose. A seventy, a sixty-four, an eighty-two...

But your jaw dropped as he got halfway through, where somebody had elected to make a sandwich. They got a ninety-six, thanks to some sauce they used. Your hopes felt dashed, but you remembered Guillame. The man got to Guillame, the last one, the only one left who had a chance of beating the sandwich. "Why the hell did you clean the plate? And how do I eat this?"



"It wasn't sparkly enough. Sparkles make things taste better. And you can do it however you like. Just be careful if you pick it up, the cheese might goo out. And if it does, I can't guarantee you'll survive." You felt your hopes fade again.



"Hm." The man picked it up, sniffed it, and then inspected the salsa where it could be seen in the quesadilla. "Hmmm... GMMPH!!" He noisily bit out a large portion of it, and the crowd nearby audibly gasped. He began spinning around as he chewed, and you could see from this distance that his eyes were bugging out. "What is this?! This! This intense feeling?! What is this?! The wonderful test the heat of the sauce provides! The gooeyness of the cheese, mingling with the crunch of the bread wrap!"



"Actually, it's a tortilla."



"What is this?! Full one hundred for you sir! Full one hundred!"



"Yay."



The crowd clamored for Guillame's recipe as the next challenge began. Guillame used his Fire tome to attempt to cook the cakes, and it worked for the most part. Hei'yu, on the other hand, went for the straight forward approach, using the multiple stoves, and after having filled them with as many cakes as she could, she started open fires to try to cook the cakes, turning them for maximum effect. This challenge ended simply, with Guillame tying with Hei'yu, and one person making one more cake than either of them, but his poor score in the first contest enabled Guillame to win the overall contest regardless.



Next was eating, and ham-and-cheese sandwiches were the food of choice. It was disgusting to watch for the most part. Hei'yu, unconcerned with the taste, simply shoveled food down, undeterred by the mediocre taste like the rest of the contestants. You almost thought less of her as a lady, but she was quite neat about it. Guillame on the other hand, refused to eat for the first of the five minutes, choosing instead to perform an encore of his song with the crowd. After the minute, he turned around and began swallowing the food whole, sandwich after sandwich. You couldn't help but be impressed by it. He wasn't fast enough, however, and was stopped when he was just twenty sandwiches away from Hei'yu's sixty. He still managed to beat every other contestant though, and the announcer nearly gave him the win because of his song.



Next were the arena matches. You were worried at first, since Guillame had just eaten an awful lot, but he seemed fine. His first match was straightforward, against a mage. He simply charged forward, outrunning the Elthunder strikes, and smashed the man's face with his Elfire tome. He wasn' t allowed to kill anyone in the tourney, but he followed this rule, to your surprise.



His next match was more complex, but still easy. He had taken the mage's Elthunder tome, and it proved to be effective against his opponent, a knight. The man struck out first, and Guillame hit him with the Elthunder tome, though it didn't seem particularly effective, and seemingly hit him out of nowhere. The second time he cast, the man raised his shield above his head to prepare himself, but was hit nonetheless, again, seemingly out of nowhere. Guillame began hitting him more and more often, using the attack to stun the man out of his attacks, until the knight finally collapsed. Leaning down, you could barely hear Guillame say "You know how Elfire tome works? It quickly heats the air around the target, causing it to combust. I did that same kind of thing, but I had to abuse the static cling in your clothes, and the natural magnetic properties of your armor. You are, the weakest link. Goodbye."



His next two fights were similar, with a mercenary and a fighter. On his final, fifth fight, however, he was placed up against a general, and the no-killing rule was lifted. "Haha! Come at me, boy! You will find me much more resilient to magic than those who came before!" You could see the talisman around his neck from here, and you scowled. You nearly jumped out of your seat when Guillame leaned up against the wall and spoke to you.



"Hey, Ade-de. Lemme have that black tome. I need it. Pretty please with sugar on your lips?" He twisted his hips around to narrowly avoid his opponent's silver lance piercing into the wall, and kicked the man in the face, sending him reeling, all the while looking you straight in your eyes. "No rush, take your time answering, I've got time."



A) Don't give him the book. You don't know what it does, but you feel like it's almost guaranteed to not end well, and Guillame seems like one of the last people to trust.



B) Give him the book. What's the worst that could happen? For some reason, you trust Guillame.



C) Write-in option. You are supposed to be a tactician, after all.

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Oh f***, there's no D. Does that mean we're screwed?

C, we give the book but use tactical threats to get the point across.

If he ruins the book or tries to keep it for himself after the battle we gut him like a fish.

C3Y.

We do option B, but dance seductively and erotically while strip teasing.


*sees all eyes on him* I'm innocent, I swear!

Here's Chrizzel's C, if you guys wanted to know about it.
You guys are all going this direction, aren't you?

I will go C the one with the whips and 1 and Y