[ This is not what he signed up for when he went to sleep in his precious Stardust Town, but here he is... Scaling out of the well and trudging through this odd, partially colorless town with disinterest. If anything, he looks like a paranoid wet cat with the way droplets hang off of his pinned back ears. Brow furrowed, he's looking for anything that can shed light on his current location.
Of course, he gets distracted by a flower or two, but walks pass them until the monochrome group starts hurling their heinous words either about his person (eh), his weapons (mmm), or his strength based on his appearance (Oh No). Quatre doesn't respond at first, merely smiling like he's having a GREAT TIME. ]
Ah... [ The same smile stays on his lips as he laughs heartily as if finding what they say humorous. It isn't, but he's still trying to compartmentalize all of this. ] How odd. Even colorless flowers can talk?
[ Quatre nonchalantly unsheathes one of his massive daggers that hang on his back around the waist, letting the blade shine right in front of them. Insults are hushed as high-pitched screaming sounds the whole village. ]
I’ve never tried slicing flowers with my blades before. Would the saying be "losing your petals" instead of "losing your head" in this case? [ When a flower tries to answer— ] WHO SAID YOU COULD SPEAK?!
[ He is already in a bad mood. ]
iv. dead friends and fluffy friends
[ Desperate to head back home, he ends up exploring the forest only to find it unfavorable overall. The brush and branches don't bother him, but the memory that hits when he walks into the clearing and check out the flowers is distasteful. It's vivid—a child rests in his arms without a pulse as his twin kneels next to him, placing her hand on his shoulder. It isn't his child. They weren't even related... But the children in Stardust Town is part of his family.
This memory only reminds him of how weak he is. He needs more power to fend off anyone that tries to take advantage of them. For anyone present, he grits his teeth in silence. This is where he would say he'll kill every single member of the mafia, but: ]
I... Can't protect them here.
[ For anyone that comes after the memory, Quatre can be found hugging a wolf in his sleep. The animal may have acted weird at first, chewing on some leaves instead of eating protein, but accepted him wholly. So here they are. Sleepily, he mumbles a bit. ]
quatre, granblue fantasy