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picture_prompt_funTitle: Horse Power
A fill forpicture_prompt_fun and fffc advent calendars, day 20
At precisely 12.30pm, both sleighs rolled down the byway from Heimdallr to Trista, one powered by two fast, powerful Nord horses, the other by George's orbal bike. A large crowd of students from Thors Military Academy had gathered around the gate of Trista to watch either one pull in, whichever was first. They all had bets placed on the outcome, some of the stakes among the nobles being quite significant. Nothing like actual money, of course, as this was strictly forbidden: mostly it was meals, rare Blade cards, stupid forfeits of varying degrees of risk, stashes of what was definitely not alcohol as nobody would dare smuggle such a thing into the school, and absolutely no candid photographs of the girls' locker room, honest. Furthermore, the spreading rumour that Vincent Florald had offered himself as payment to any lady who won the bet against him was definitely unfounded, despite the number of female students suddenly trying to sabotage his luck or their own, depending on their opinion of the rakish fop. Towa was fairly sure that, by now, absolutely no part of this 'friendly' wager was not breaking school rules in some way, and that Crow and Angelica, who had initially organised the whole thing, were in on all the dodgy proceedings. However, if it got the question settled that had been the source of incessant screaming argument throughout all yesterday in the Engineering Building, Towa would turn a blind eye for now, provided nobody actually murdered anybody else.
Later that night, they were all yelling at each other about what would happen if they went up to three horses.
Fandom: The Legend of Heroes: Trails of Cold Steel
Characters: Towa, George, Crow, Angelica, Vincent Florald
Rating: PG-13/Gen
Tags: gambling
Words: 270
A fill for
picture_prompt_fun and fffc advent calendars, day 20At precisely 12.30pm, both sleighs rolled down the byway from Heimdallr to Trista, one powered by two fast, powerful Nord horses, the other by George's orbal bike. A large crowd of students from Thors Military Academy had gathered around the gate of Trista to watch either one pull in, whichever was first. They all had bets placed on the outcome, some of the stakes among the nobles being quite significant. Nothing like actual money, of course, as this was strictly forbidden: mostly it was meals, rare Blade cards, stupid forfeits of varying degrees of risk, stashes of what was definitely not alcohol as nobody would dare smuggle such a thing into the school, and absolutely no candid photographs of the girls' locker room, honest. Furthermore, the spreading rumour that Vincent Florald had offered himself as payment to any lady who won the bet against him was definitely unfounded, despite the number of female students suddenly trying to sabotage his luck or their own, depending on their opinion of the rakish fop. Towa was fairly sure that, by now, absolutely no part of this 'friendly' wager was not breaking school rules in some way, and that Crow and Angelica, who had initially organised the whole thing, were in on all the dodgy proceedings. However, if it got the question settled that had been the source of incessant screaming argument throughout all yesterday in the Engineering Building, Towa would turn a blind eye for now, provided nobody actually murdered anybody else.
Later that night, they were all yelling at each other about what would happen if they went up to three horses.
