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  1. #191
    Charles might have thought that Angelica's criteria alone were off. It probably would seem that way since one other person also had those qualifications and a few more. Even so, that didn't change the fact that she thought he'd make an effective leader. Or rather, that he was chosen by people as their leader all the time, and that the role suited him. The fact that he had the presence of mind to doubt himself in any situation was one of the things that made it possible to appreciate him as a person. Surety was good, but having second thoughts was at least good in making sure one didn't do anything they couldn't undo. As that brief thought crossed her mind she was brought back to her thoughts about Jeanne. She'd died but people often came back from the dead. She wondered if that girl had simply decided she no longer wanted to visit anymore.

    That rather sad thought aside, there was something more immediately pressing. The catch that Charles was seemingly struggling with was one which Angelica watched with wide eyes. What kind of monstrous creature would it be. Some leviathan style fish monstrous and huge? No. No it wasn't. It was a tiny fish that looked like it was more suited to an aquarium than out in the wild. Seeing that and hearing the utterance of the lack of coolness, Angelica could do nothing but laugh. "Hehehehahaha~" she had a thorough giggle at Charles expense. "It's alright, Charlie. Maybe you should keep it in a little bowl. It's cute at least... and if it's rare it's still worth picking up," she said even though the lad was probably not at all interested in having his ego put back together by someone who'd so recently been laughing at him. It was no matter. It was still a good time. She'd sip from her new mug in the meantime and wait for her next bite.

  2. #192
    A certain amount of disappointment was apparently fated to follow Charlemagne when fishing. This was far from the first time he'd experienced a fight that had to be something massive, only for it to be that exact fish. In fact, the first time he went fishing in this very lake, the same thing happened. "It's a curse. I'm cursed. This is the only fish I'll ever catch. I'd take a carp over this. I'd take a turtle over this. This is the worst thing possible," he rambled. Angelica claimed it would be alright, though only after laughing at his expense.

    "Yeah, cool, it's all going to be fine. Let's laugh at old Charlie and act like his luck isn't somewhere down a thousand kilometer pit," he said in a huff. Even with that, he only really seemed upset at the fish itself. Well, he supposed it wouldn't be a bad little pet. Charlemagne himself didn't have use for it, but... "I'd be a bad fish owner too. Here," he said while tearing off a section of the bait net, tying it off around the new catch and connected it to the pier. That little runt could sit there and breathe as it wished. "You can keep it when we go back. I might have a bowl in the cabin big enough to fill with water and fit it. Since this is a date and all, treat it like a festival plushie," he said, temporarily forgetting that this world may or may not have such a thing.

  3. #193
    Apparently, Charles was in the middle of an existential crisis. He made the claim that he always caught this 'Dawncatcher' fish. He claimed he would take a carp over it, or even a turtle. Turtles weren't fish though so that was a bit extreme. Her laughing at his initial distaste didn't seem to help him much at all either. "It's a fish. It's cute, and maybe this breed is attracted to your mana or something. It's really nothing to be upset about..." she murmured. She was trying to get her laughter and giggles under control. But it was almost harder to do so, when his feelings seemed to be in such disarray over the types of fish he caught. He claimed to have luck that was deep within a pit, "Again, it might not be about luck Charlie, I'm pretty sure you have better luck than I do," she said doing her best to comfort the man.

    Ah, but he was already pretty far down the proverbial pit. Now he was making the claim that he'd be a bad fish owner as well. He claimed because of this she could keep it, and he went about making it possible for that little fish to live for the duration they were outside together. "Aww, I can have it? For real?!" she seemed to be very excited. Oh, maybe she'd make a pond for it. Something cute, at the bottom of a river or waterfall or something. She wasn't sure what kind of water feature she'd be going for just yet. Wait, he'd mentioned something strange, "What sort of festival, and what is a plushie?" she asked this bit of conversation was a bit strange. But given her context clues she assumed that plushies were some sort of gift. Eventually, that derpy fish on the end of her line, seemed to be swimming a bit faster, in some sort of panic and she was unsure why, but still held onto her rod just the same.

  4. #194
    "... Cute?" Charlemagne may have been able to accept the alleged cuteness of that fish... once upon a time. Now, he could only see it as a mark of unrivaled failure in the sport of fishing. If it was actually attracted to his mana, that made things even worse. Actually, that may have been the likelier reason. Angelica was right; his luck was statistically higher than hers by... a full rank, if he recalled. It didn't make sense for a stroke of off luck to apply multiple times while producing the same result each time. "I was right. I'm cursed by this damn fish," he declared.

    Oh well; he had little choice but to move on. He didn't care to keep the fish, knowing his personal chances of catching another... and another... and another. Angelica, however, seemed to enjoy its look enough that he was satisfied with the idea of her keeping it. "Yeah, have it. I definitely don't want it!" he said, completely disregarding the thought of keeping it himself. Beyond everything else, he understood these kinds of things to be typical of dates and the like─ especially in the case of visiting a festival. Ah, but Angelica didn't know about festival customs where he'd come from, did she? She obviously didn't know about plushies and whatnot. "Oh, right. Where I come from, there's a thing called plushies. They're like... these things designed to look like animals and stuff, but they're uh..." He paused, needing a moment or three to consider an explanation. "Like pillows? They're stuffed animals usually. They don't have to be animals per se, but they are more often than not. It can be any sort of festival with games. That's what you'll see on a normal 'festival date' where I'm from. Guy plays game, guy wins prize for girl, yadda yadda."

  5. #195
    There was a question on the table, apparently Charles questioned the cuteness of the fish he'd gotten. "Yes, cute. It's got nice coloring and it's small. Cute is the perfect descriptor." she said seemingly pelased by her assignment of the word to this particular creature. Of course, most things would become clearer over time, and in the case of this particular fish apparently Charles thought he was cursed. Angelica couldn't help but chuckle once more as her gaze shifted towards that fish at the of her line still swimming in circles but somehow seeming more panicked by the second. "We'd know if you were cursed. You aren't cursed Charles, maybe it really is a good thing and we just don't know it yet?~" she questioned in an almost teasing manner. Of course, she didn't really understand why he was so stressed about this fish, but she'd never completed an activty that should have been random and had it turn out one way every time.

    Whatever the case, it seemed she would be keeping this fish as the emphasis of Charles' words implied he didn't want it at all. There was a smug look crossing Angelica's face at a time like this. Regardless of what Charles thought, she was deifnitely winning this exchange. "Okay. I will accept it!" she said as if it'd been offered as tribute. That didn't matter either. What did matter was plushies, and their description which was initially horrifying. "So a plushie is like a cute pillow that is sometimes shaped like an animal. And you can win them at festivals..." she said seeming to take that news in stride. "But why don't the girls win their own plushies, they don't sound like the sort of things that should be hard for a girl to win on her own?" she asked. It seemed there were still a few nuances that Angelica didn't understand.

  6. #196
    "If you say so," said Charles, who could not see that repulsive creature as anything resembling cute. If Angelica believed it was though, then it was all the better that she kept it in her care. He didn't mind one way or another. As long as he could get rid of it, Charlemagne had no concerns. Actually, Angelica owning the Dawncatcher may even make his view of it less terrible. That wouldn't be so bad, he thought. Moving on, he wasn't cursed according to Angelica. He supposed there was a very, very low chance of any actual curse affecting him, though the thought lingered regardless. It was hard to accept anything else as an idea.

    Angelica accepted his offering of a single, terrible fish. Well... as long as she was happy with it, he was happy to consider it a gift. It wasn't the first souvenir he'd ever given the Holy Princess, but as part of a date, he supposed it was an... acceptable thing to offer. As for festivals and plushies, it seemed Angelica had a few concerns about at least the latter. Charlemagne knew festivals weren't exactly uncommon even in this world, but the little games and prizes went beyond her understanding... at least in terms of guys winning them for girls. "Well... it's not like it's physically impossible for girls or anything," he began to explain. "It's just that guys are usually the ones trying to impress. The guy wins a prize for the girl he's out with, and maybe she'll like him or something. Honestly, it just became a tradition at some point, so if you're a guy who doesn't do it, you're seen as not even trying. I think it's not so bad at its base though," the male concluded. Just then, he finally picked up his second mug of beer and began to drink, if only to keep himself from rambling without rhyme or reason.

  7. #197
    Charles couldn't currently find the fish who plagued him cute. This was understandable. That being said, Angelica thought it was one of the more adorable creatures she'd seen. And found herself easily looking forward to doting upon it. Both as a creature in its own right, and as a gift given to her by Charles. He was one who was pretty fond bringing her souvenirs and though this was the first she'd received in quite a while, she considered it a bit special because they were on a more official date. That seemed to be the right reaction, in her own mind at least.

    Regardless, she drank her beer, and heard out Charles. What he was speaking on, was the matter concerning prizes won at festivals. While he spoke, her gaze shifted from the open waters and the rather fast circularly swimming bait fish, towards Charles instead. His claims in this moment was that such prizes were won to give to the women to impress them. They weren't incapable of winning them on merit. It was instead one of those strange traditions that grew into normalcy. "Guys win small cute items to give to girls, to impress them. Seems a bit on the animal side of behavior but I don't think it's bad either," she said. In her head, she equated that sort of behavior to a predatory animal bringing a kill to its supposed mate. When giving it thought, such a thing was at least cute if you didn't think about it too much. An oppressive shadow was starting to become visible on the surface of the water. It'd been quite a few minutes since the last catch and now there was some oppression which that one fish swam in a circle on top of. Poor thing, perhaps if it wasn't so badly injured it wouldn't have still been here.

  8. #198
    The understanding of traditional date practices came with greater ease than Charlemagne expected. Truly, he thought there would be a great deal more explaining to do, if only because it hardly made sense as a custom even to some who practiced it. The way people adapted was at times a bit... odd to onlookers. As a product of the environment, Charlemagne fell into the more ignorant group of individuals. "I think animal is a little harsh, but yeah, I guess it's a bit like peacocks and stuff..." he said whilst rubbing the back of his neck.

    There was something occurring out in the lake, and Charlemagne took notice for a very wrong reason. Luckily for him, it wasn't something randomly perverted this time. No, he actually had something on his line. There was a quick bite, but by the time he pulled the rod even a little bit, he came to realize his bait and hook were both completely gone. Sitting there with an empty line, he seemed almost concerned. "Um... that's different─" he said, looking toward Angelica's line afterwards.

  9. #199
    According to Charles the comparison to animals was a bit harsh. Angelica gave that a bit of thought and decided the comparison to animals likely would hurt a few feelings, even if it was the truth of the matter. Ah, she'd keep it in mind not to make such comparisons, even when they fit to avoid upsetting anyone particularly distressed. Though, it was acknowledged by Charles as being behavior similar to that of peacocks. "The birds with the really big feathers? So, yes..." she said while taking another sip of beer. Her forefinger resting against a now throbbing vein at the top of her forehead. Humans were so very difficult. Knowing they were essentially showing off to impress their opposite sex potential partner but not wanting it to be said so obviously was kind of backwards.

    But the backwardness of human interaction wasn't something to worry about right now. Soon enough there was a problem which was noted by Charles as different. His line had been taken quickly and had both hook and bait snatched as if by thief beneath the waters surface. Of course, Angelica immediately noticed the looming shadow beneath that little fish which was panicking beyond its proper belief and she was watching. "UHOH!" she seemed surprised as she watched a great fish open its jaws above the water, in an attempt to snatch up the injured fish she'd left out. Even so, she was now on the ready. "Uh... this doesn't seem like it's going to be normal Chuck!" she exclaimed. Yeah, this was going to require a great struggle.

  10. #200
    "Yeah, the butt-fan bird. Actually, peacocking became a thing that was said a lot... about that kind of behavior," Charlemagne admitted. It wasn't like Angelica was wrong in her comparison. Humanity on the whole, however, tended to take offense to being reduced to animals, despite any stark similarities. Even with that being the case, much of the world he came from believed humans evolved from primates, while others thought they descended from fish. There was a lack of consistency no matter what viewpoint one was hearing. . .

    Oh well; there were more pressing matters to be concerned about... like the sudden loss of a hook, and the looming threat against Angelica's previous catch. Indeed, this wasn't going to be normal. There were only a few creatures that could cast a shadow like that in this lake, and all of them were considered legendary catches. Which one they would be seeing was a mystery, however Charlemagne had faith that the truth would soon be known. "Normal is for losers! This is gonna be so cool; bring 'em in!" he encouraged, sitting in a forward-leaned position with beer pouring into his face.

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