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Ask-FE-Brady
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[2014-04-20 04:00:43 +0000 UTC]
""I'm sentimental, okay?!""
(United States)
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Favourites: 100; Deviations: 0; Watchers: 53
Watching: 90; Pageviews: 5350; Comments Made: 343; Friends: 90
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# About me
Contrary to his noble heritage, Brady is portrayed as an individual who initially takes on the appearance of a knavish thug, complete with crude, unpolished mannerisms and a face transfixed in a menacing leer. This is, however, nothing more than a facade that Brady employs in order to mask the true vulnerability of his character, where he is, in a rather antithetical vein, excessively sentimental and emotional, prone to frequent bouts of crying fits; alongside being markedly sensitive, empathetic and finely attuned to the feelings of others. This fact may be gleaned from his supports with his father, where he dismissively establishes an exterior of emotionless apathy towards the notion of being forgotten the moment the Brady of the current timeline is conceived. Upon being informed that he will neither be forgotten nor allowed to disappear from his father's life, this shell of stoic steeliness shatters, causing him to, as is his usual custom, cry as he retracts his words.Brady's maintenance of such an exterior is one that he, through a conversation that he shares with Frederick in the second Future Past episode, reveals is done in revolt over his displeasure with his mother's dogged determination to impose her ideals of the perfect noble gentleman onto him. This thuggish exterior of his is one that is evidently done rather acutely and convincingly, as can be gleaned from his supports with the Avatar, whom he, in a manner reminiscent of a Yakuza or a Mafia henchman addressing his superiors, constantly refers to as "Boss".
Despite the acrimony that he harbours towards noble pursuits, Brady has been portrayed as being more than willing to undergo them in order to please his mother, whom he, though not referred to directly, loves more than any other entity in the world. Such a fact may be elucidated from his supports with Maribelle, where, in response to her immense displeasure with his crass speech patterns, Brady seeks out voluminous publications that pertain to the enhancement of the diction that is employed in one's speech. By their final support with each other, Brady reveals an astuteness in speaking in a refined, tactful and sophisticated manner, although he later reveals that his doing so is akin to him being suffocated and rendered incapable of breathing normally, whereupon he questions his mother's ability to tolerate speaking in such a polished manner.
ORIGINAL ACCOUNT:
Friends~
My dragon-kin comrade
A dark flier of the group
The friendly tactician
Ma's best friend and my good friend 'n
The exalt of my time
The dancer in our caravan
The womanizer of my time
A bit too cheerful girl
The frightening side of Norie
The... normal side of Noire
My dear Ma'
Owner of the S&B Club
Another... Severa? Ah, I've seen weirder
# Comments
Comments: 244
mamasboy.
This account's soo dead
check out my new one HERE!
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((PSSST BRADY MIGHT BE GETTINGS SOME COMPETITION FOR AVERSA
BECAUSE I NOW LIKE THE IDEA OF HER BEING WITH THE SCRUFFY MUNCHLAX AS WELL XD
Scruffy Munchlax is her full nickname for Stahl just btw---))
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(OH NOOO
Lol Brady cant keep up with floppin competition
Hes like "screw this" when it comes to competition)
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((pfft brady is still leagues ahead like Raven is a huge deciding factor and Stahl can't ride Raven yet))
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"H-happy V-valentine's day" She said while handing him a box of Chocolate.
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Brady's face glows a faint red, thankful, but at the same time embarrassed that he himself hadn't thought of anything to give, well, anyone. "Thank ya, Noire!" he thanks with a smile, taking the box from her gently. He then looks at the ground, turning his ankle and playing with the grass. "N-Noire, look, this is real nice 'n all, b-but..." He gulps. "I... ugh, I'm terrible; I didn't get'cha anythin'. Heck, I fergot it all and didn't get anyone anythin'!"
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Heart staff go!: yo want to be added to my friends list
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(Sure thing! I'd love to be considered your friend!!)
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(go comment on my page)
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(you better add me to you're Lissa person or perish to my staff)
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(AH! I wouldn't want that, now would I? Ta-da! You've been added! ^^)
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(tyilyverymuchbby)
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(You're so very welcome gurl!)
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((because suddenly starters refuse to happen... Hav this peice of tard))
Aversa seemed to leave camp around the same time of day almost everyday, and that time was approaching. When she left, her pegasus always came with her, which made it seem she went somewhere beyond walkings distance. Oh, there she was now, heading towards where the horses were... Was she still not on their side and sneaking out as a spy? It was a possibility.
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Brady, of course, has taken notice to her disappearances. He catches her nearly in the act at this moment, approaching her in a rather kind way. "Aversa!" the priest calls to her, "Hey Aversa? Where ya goin'?"
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She stops and turns to him, expression casual. "If Raven doesn't get her daily excersize, she get's into a mood. And well, you know how she can be normally." She's gone for longer then just giving her equine so needed excerise why is she lieing---
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"Well, I guess that does make sense," he says before adding, "but y'see, you end up gone too long to just be off "exercisin'," Aversa. I think we've all come curious 'bout yer whereabouts..."
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Her lips tighten into a line for a moment, busted. she contemplates for a moent, and seeing that noone else was looking, she gives in. "were you anyone else, i'd just tell you off, but i suppose it won't hurt anything as long as you keep your mouth shut about it."
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Brady tilts his head, giving a rather slow nod. "M'kay..." he replies in the same, molasses-kind of way, "...that is, dependin' on what this may be 'bout..."
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"only chance, take it or leave it."
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"I'll take it," quickly responds the boy, not sure how much he means it.
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Brady stares at the Pegasus wide-eyed. "Y'mean... get on top'a..." He points a shaky finger at the winged horse. "That?"
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"it ain't your first time now, is it?"
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"Right," answers the boy reluctantly, still eyeing the Pegasus, "Didn't mean I liked it neither."
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She hops on herself with ease. "Like i said, take it or leave it."
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With a reluctant sigh, Brady attempts at mounting the animal, soon getting there. "Okay," he speaks breathily, eyes big, staring at the ground, "Wh-... where we goin'?"
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She doesn't say anything as they lift off and begin swiftly flying eastwards.
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Jolting at the movement of her Pegasus, he quickly wraps his arms around Aversa's waist, not self-aware of his own actions.
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She chuckleslightly, not bothered by the action what-so-ever. With the speed they were at, whatever the destination was wouldn't take too long tor each...right?
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He tries to not look down, but can't help it, staring wide-eyed at the camp now behind them, with all the people turning from blobs into marks into specks. "S-so, when we gonna get there?" Brady asks, voice trembling.
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"It'll take longer since we'regoing slower so you don't fall off."
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Outofmemories: Thanks for the watch! ^^
"Brady!" The young tactician called out cheerfully as he approached the other. "How have you been?"
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(You are so very welcome!)
Brady watches as Morgan dashes toward him. "Ah, hey Morg!" he says with a genuine grin, "Ah've got'a say I'm doin' pretty good. Only got knocked up'a few times in battle. Well, less 'n usual."
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"Ha ha! That's great to hear!" Morgan replied with a smile. "Is Maribelle still making you say words correctly?" He asked, tilting his head a bit in curiosity.
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The priest gives a sigh, indicating what his following words are bound to be. "Yeah. She still gets on me 'bout that from time t'time. Tellin' me to articulate my words and whatnot, lift my pinkie when sippin' on tea, all that crap," he speaks in an irritated tone, flashing back to his rather strict mother, "Yup, she still gets on my nerves, but I love 'er." Brady catches himself in the act of spitting that out without thought, soon changing the subject, his ears reddening. "--Er, so what'a 'bout 'chu, Morgan? How's yer Ma and Ol' Man?"
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"Ah, I see..." He muttered, glancing down at the ground for a few seconds before looking back up. "Hm? Oh. They're both doing fine. But Mother seems a bit stressed out lately. Its probably because of the planning that she has to do." Morgan replied, sighing afterwards. "I just wish I could help her out, but I don't know how. Honestly, I'm one of the weakest guys in the camp."
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At Morgan's last few words he bursts into laughter, having to use the little tactician as a rest to balance him afterwards. "Oh-ho-ho, Morgan, you are funny... Now who's puttin' that crap in yer head? Yerself??"
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He blinked, wondering what was so funny. "Wellโฆ I guess so. But its the truth!"ย
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He lets out a stifled bit of laughter, calming and steadying himself, this time without his "armrest." "Look, Morgan, I know ya don't really feel... hm, confident in yerself, but it's one thing to do that, it's a whole 'nother thing to believe that yer the most WEAK." Brady tries to casually motion to himself, hoping to plant new ideas in the other's head.
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"I guess you're right... But still..." He muttered, rubbing the back of his head with a sigh. "Everyone else here is stronger than I am. And I'm not much of help."
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"Kid," he speaks in a gentle-like tone, "The only way to b'come strong'r is practicin'. You need practice is all! Plus, yer on yer way t'manhood! You've got time to build those muscles and fill yer brain with... knowledge, y'know?" Brady leans against his staff, letting out a little sigh. "I haven't got the build for actually fightin', but you... You have a future 'head of ya, Morg. Swear it."
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He blinked, then nodded his head with a slight smile. "Yeah... You're right about that. Thanks Brady."
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"No problema," he says, "I'm actually surprised I was the one doin' the liberatin'. Usually people are tryin' to life my spirits." Brady grins, bringing a hand to the blue-headed tactician to rustle his hair, chuckling to himself. "Yer a good kid, Morg. Tell Boss-Man and Mrs. Boss my hellos if ya can 'er remember, would ya?"
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Morgan chuckled softly as Brady rustled his hair. "I will! Say hello to Maribelle for me too!"
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"Right. I bett'r see 'er anyhow. She's probably wonderin' where I've gone." The priest looks off into the distance, where Maribelle's tent lay. "I'll have to talk to ya later, pal," Brady says, pacing toward his destination, "See ya, Big-Shot!"
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He nodded, waving his hand slightly as in a goodbye. "It was nice to talk with you Brady!" The young tactician called out, smiling.
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PRINCESS INCOMING *TACKLE*
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