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[05 / 07 / 20] [Fire Emblem Heroes] Shadow Playground
Title: Shadow Playground
Day / Prompt: 07 / Fantasy and Reality Intermingled
Fandom: Fire Emblem Heroes
Character(s) / Pairing(s): The Summoner, Beruka, Clair
Rating / Warning(s): Mature / References to abuse.
Word Count: 1,210
Notes: ... that feeling when you try to write the evil Summoner, and he turns out to be a lazy asshole instead. Ah, well. Take lemons, make lemonade.
The day that the Summoner came to the World of Zenith was supposed to be a day of celebration, and, at first, he seemed to be the savior that Alfonse and Sharena had longed to see, but, as time passed, it became clear that he had interests apart from defeating Embla, interests that included the conquest of Askr – and that was only the very beginning of his reign of terror.
Now, the Summoner is aware that the royals of Askr and Embla are gathering forces to face down his Order of Heroes, and he is preparing to counter those moves, but he has discovered a most unexpected source of resistance ....
* * * *
"Grenouille."
The Summoner raised his head to see which of the Heroes had come to greet him. One of the Berukas. A mere three-star Beruka. Insignificant to him. "What did I tell you all about using my name? It's Grenouille-sama to you."
"Grenouille-sama." Hearing it made him smirk. "I have my report."
"And did you find anything?" He made a show of looking at his cuticles. "Any ... Orbs? I'm going to need Orbs if I'm going to summon anyone worthwhile."
"No, Grenouille-sama." She bowed her head and closed her eyes. "I await your punishment." No sign of fear, but every Beruka seemed to have that trait.
"Hmm." He considered the idea for a second, but – "Eh, there's no need for it today. I had the last one of you executed, and I don't need a new footstool." His feet rested on the back of one of his Clairs – another three-star. "You're dismissed. If I think of something appropriate, I'll come and find you."
She disappeared, and he reclined on the throne of Askr, resting his cheek on his fist and staring up at the ceiling. No Orbs. The supply had all but dried up, but he struggled to determine the reason for it. It had started around the time that the royal family of Askr escaped from him, and that had —
"Anna." The former Commander of the Order of Heroes continued to elude capture. "She was always the one who knew where to find them. Maybe she's the one hiding them?" He considered asking Clair her opinion, decided it would be a waste of his time. "Then it'll be that much more important to find her."
He already had the bulk of his forces laying siege to the borders of Embla, and he had patrols scouring all of the worlds he could reach, leaving him with very few options at his disposal, and that led him to fuming, so he rose from the throne, adjusted his hood, and told Clair, "Go. I don't care where." She complied, shakily pulling herself to her feet before limping down one of the corridors, bruised skin showing through rips and tears in her garb.
It had all been a game to Grenouille – the name came from one of his World of Warcraft characters, since he thought that "The Summoner Grenouille" sounded more intimidating than Summoner Dave or Summoner Jeff. He had been mindlessly playing Fire Emblem Heroes while waiting for a load of towels to dry at the laundromat, and then had been pulled into the game, finding himself in a world that seemed to offer unlimited possibility.
Except that Grenouille had no interest in Fire Emblem. He had been on the verge of deleting FEH from his smartphone, in fact. His first thought, after being brought to Zenith, had been regret that he had not been sucked into Fate / Grand Order instead, but he figured that he might as well make the most of the opportunity that had presented itself to him.
No Hero could refuse any order from the Summoner, and he took full advantage. At first, he did it where the royals could not see him, but, after a while, he stopped caring about that. He had more power than they did, so he could easily cast them aside if they decided to get in his way – at least, that had been his thought process before Alfonse, Sharena, and the others eluded him.
He was in unknown territory. Following the script of the game had been one thing, but the game had never accounted for the possibility of the Summoner turning on his charges. He was having to employ real strategy instead of applying video game logic, and it was making him struggle. It was work, and, if there was one thing in any universe that he hated, it was work.
Grenouille turned a corner and found himself on a rampart of the castle that had fallen into disrepair – his Heroes could fight, but architecture and civil engineering were beyond them, and the citizens of Askr had no interest in helping him. He watched his step, and he brooded. So much work.
"Find Anna, find Orbs, summon more Heroes, conquer Embla." He ticked the goals off his fingers. "Kill all the royals." That last one seemed difficult.
The night sky loomed above him, countless stars forming myriad constellations very different from those of Earth, and not a single one interested him. Below, the countryside spread in a panoply of forests and fields, keeps and villages, and he could not bring himself to care about any of them. He had no way back to his homeworld, and he was running out of ways to amuse himself.
"Hmph." He pondered possible distractions. He could always have his spare Heroes kill each other in the Arena, but that had started to bore him. Or he could order them to have sex with him, but even that had worn out its novelty, since no amount of ordering could make any of them do so with enthusiasm.
One thought lingered at the edge of his brain, though, one thought worth merit: He seemed to be stuck at the end of Book I, and that meant, somewhere in the universe, Surtr and the armies of Múspell were lurking, waiting to invade, and he knew that he stood no chance against them ... unless he could summon better Heroes, and that meant dealing with his current enemies first. But there had been no message from Gunnthrá, no Fjorm turning up on his doorstep, no rumors of unknown enemies active on the frontiers of Askr. The game seemed to be frozen in place, and he was unable to advance the plot.
"It's annoying." He thought about the harem he had waiting for him in his quarters upstairs. "Eh, if I can't get anything done about it tonight, I can always go up and ask Olivia to –" He thought about it for a second. "No, I made her dance herself half to death yesterday. Maybe one of the others."
He shuffled across the rampart, pondering one perversion or another to close out his evening. Thinking about strategy was exhausting, so he could only put so much energy towards it in a given day. Besides, even if FEH was not his game of choice, he was pretty sure he could exploit it easily enough to take care of Alfonse, Sharena, and Anna. They were just dumb characters in a dumb game. What could they possibly do to the all-powerful Summoner?
Especially if Surtr was not going to bother showing up ....
END.
Day / Prompt: 07 / Fantasy and Reality Intermingled
Fandom: Fire Emblem Heroes
Character(s) / Pairing(s): The Summoner, Beruka, Clair
Rating / Warning(s): Mature / References to abuse.
Word Count: 1,210
Notes: ... that feeling when you try to write the evil Summoner, and he turns out to be a lazy asshole instead. Ah, well. Take lemons, make lemonade.
Now, the Summoner is aware that the royals of Askr and Embla are gathering forces to face down his Order of Heroes, and he is preparing to counter those moves, but he has discovered a most unexpected source of resistance ....
* * * *
"Grenouille."
The Summoner raised his head to see which of the Heroes had come to greet him. One of the Berukas. A mere three-star Beruka. Insignificant to him. "What did I tell you all about using my name? It's Grenouille-sama to you."
"Grenouille-sama." Hearing it made him smirk. "I have my report."
"And did you find anything?" He made a show of looking at his cuticles. "Any ... Orbs? I'm going to need Orbs if I'm going to summon anyone worthwhile."
"No, Grenouille-sama." She bowed her head and closed her eyes. "I await your punishment." No sign of fear, but every Beruka seemed to have that trait.
"Hmm." He considered the idea for a second, but – "Eh, there's no need for it today. I had the last one of you executed, and I don't need a new footstool." His feet rested on the back of one of his Clairs – another three-star. "You're dismissed. If I think of something appropriate, I'll come and find you."
She disappeared, and he reclined on the throne of Askr, resting his cheek on his fist and staring up at the ceiling. No Orbs. The supply had all but dried up, but he struggled to determine the reason for it. It had started around the time that the royal family of Askr escaped from him, and that had —
"Anna." The former Commander of the Order of Heroes continued to elude capture. "She was always the one who knew where to find them. Maybe she's the one hiding them?" He considered asking Clair her opinion, decided it would be a waste of his time. "Then it'll be that much more important to find her."
He already had the bulk of his forces laying siege to the borders of Embla, and he had patrols scouring all of the worlds he could reach, leaving him with very few options at his disposal, and that led him to fuming, so he rose from the throne, adjusted his hood, and told Clair, "Go. I don't care where." She complied, shakily pulling herself to her feet before limping down one of the corridors, bruised skin showing through rips and tears in her garb.
It had all been a game to Grenouille – the name came from one of his World of Warcraft characters, since he thought that "The Summoner Grenouille" sounded more intimidating than Summoner Dave or Summoner Jeff. He had been mindlessly playing Fire Emblem Heroes while waiting for a load of towels to dry at the laundromat, and then had been pulled into the game, finding himself in a world that seemed to offer unlimited possibility.
Except that Grenouille had no interest in Fire Emblem. He had been on the verge of deleting FEH from his smartphone, in fact. His first thought, after being brought to Zenith, had been regret that he had not been sucked into Fate / Grand Order instead, but he figured that he might as well make the most of the opportunity that had presented itself to him.
No Hero could refuse any order from the Summoner, and he took full advantage. At first, he did it where the royals could not see him, but, after a while, he stopped caring about that. He had more power than they did, so he could easily cast them aside if they decided to get in his way – at least, that had been his thought process before Alfonse, Sharena, and the others eluded him.
He was in unknown territory. Following the script of the game had been one thing, but the game had never accounted for the possibility of the Summoner turning on his charges. He was having to employ real strategy instead of applying video game logic, and it was making him struggle. It was work, and, if there was one thing in any universe that he hated, it was work.
Grenouille turned a corner and found himself on a rampart of the castle that had fallen into disrepair – his Heroes could fight, but architecture and civil engineering were beyond them, and the citizens of Askr had no interest in helping him. He watched his step, and he brooded. So much work.
"Find Anna, find Orbs, summon more Heroes, conquer Embla." He ticked the goals off his fingers. "Kill all the royals." That last one seemed difficult.
The night sky loomed above him, countless stars forming myriad constellations very different from those of Earth, and not a single one interested him. Below, the countryside spread in a panoply of forests and fields, keeps and villages, and he could not bring himself to care about any of them. He had no way back to his homeworld, and he was running out of ways to amuse himself.
"Hmph." He pondered possible distractions. He could always have his spare Heroes kill each other in the Arena, but that had started to bore him. Or he could order them to have sex with him, but even that had worn out its novelty, since no amount of ordering could make any of them do so with enthusiasm.
One thought lingered at the edge of his brain, though, one thought worth merit: He seemed to be stuck at the end of Book I, and that meant, somewhere in the universe, Surtr and the armies of Múspell were lurking, waiting to invade, and he knew that he stood no chance against them ... unless he could summon better Heroes, and that meant dealing with his current enemies first. But there had been no message from Gunnthrá, no Fjorm turning up on his doorstep, no rumors of unknown enemies active on the frontiers of Askr. The game seemed to be frozen in place, and he was unable to advance the plot.
"It's annoying." He thought about the harem he had waiting for him in his quarters upstairs. "Eh, if I can't get anything done about it tonight, I can always go up and ask Olivia to –" He thought about it for a second. "No, I made her dance herself half to death yesterday. Maybe one of the others."
He shuffled across the rampart, pondering one perversion or another to close out his evening. Thinking about strategy was exhausting, so he could only put so much energy towards it in a given day. Besides, even if FEH was not his game of choice, he was pretty sure he could exploit it easily enough to take care of Alfonse, Sharena, and Anna. They were just dumb characters in a dumb game. What could they possibly do to the all-powerful Summoner?
Especially if Surtr was not going to bother showing up ....
END.