A Most Unlikely Hero, Vol. 6 Quotes

“Arty’s papa has a lot of wives!” Gabrielle announced. “I remember! He has eleven wives!” “That’s eight more than our father has,” Michelle mused before giggling. “Sounds like this King Pendragon must be quite the male specimen. Hue hue hue hue…” Ariel gave her sister an odd look. “The frack kind of laugh is that?”
― Brandon Varnell, A Most Unlikely Hero, Vol. 6

“You are awfully good at fighting for a barbarian,” Arthur complimented as he thrust out his hand once more. Alex dodged left, rotating his torso to evade the strike more fully. “And you’re awfully good at running your mouth for a prince.”
― Brandon Varnell, A Most Unlikely Hero, Vol. 6

“Gabrielle, my dear, my sweet, my flower, I, the King of Romance, have come for you!” The person who had appeared was wearing a white tuxedo that was different from everyone else’s plaid pants and blazer combination. He had bright blond hair that was slicked back. His eyes were blue. Gabrielle had seen him numerous times already, but she couldn’t for the life of her remember his name. The blond man walked up the stairs toward her, his hand extended in a grand gesture. “My love, you are the only one whose beauty can captivate me so. Please, allow me, the King of Love, the sweep you off your feet!” The blond knelt before Gabrielle and took her hand in his. He stared into her eyes. Why was he staring into her eyes so hard? It looked like he was trying to drill holes through her with his gaze. Creepy. Gabrielle responded to this man the same way she had done every time he appeared. “Who are you again?” The reaction around the room was instant. The whole class burst out laughing. Ryoko and Serah were the worst perpetrators, bent over the table and howling with laughter as they were, but even Kazekiri was snickering into her hand while trying to look stern. Gabrielle just smiled. She didn’t really know what was so funny. “W-why is it that you can never remember my name?” The blond cried out. “I’m Jameson de Truante, the most handsome man in this entire school. I am so handsome that people often call me the King of Good Looks.” “Hmm…” Gabrielle crossed her arms. That’s right. This boy was Jasmine’s older brother, wasn’t he? She remembered now. However… “I’m sorry, but you’re nowhere near as handsome as Alex.” “Hurk!” Jameson jerked backwards as though he’d been shot through the heart with something, though all this did was cause him to lose his balance. With a loud squawk that reminded her of an Angelisian parocetian (a lizard found on Angelisia that sounded like a parrot), he rolled down the stairs, bounced along the floor, and hit the stage with a harsh thud. And there he lay, insensate to the world around him. “Oh! That was rich!” Ryoko continued to laugh. “He keeps… keeps making passes at you… and you… you can’t even remember his name!! Bwa-ha-ha-ha!” “Serves the jerk right,” Serah added. Kazekiri sighed. “I normally would not approve of such behavior, but Jameson has always been a problem child, so I will let this slide once.” “Um, thank you?” Gabrielle said, not quite sure if she should be grateful or not. “Don’t worry,” Selene said upon seeing her confused look. “You might not understand right now, but you did a very good thing.” “Oh.” Gabrielle paused, and then beamed brightly at her friend. “Okay!” Class eventually settled down, though Jameson remained lying on the floor. Students chatted about this and that. Gabrielle engaged in her own conversation with her friends, discussing the possibility of going to sing karaoke this weekend. Of course, she invited Kazekiri to come as well, to which the young woman replied that she would think about it. Gabrielle hoped that meant she would come. It wasn’t long before the students were forced to settle down as their teacher came in and barked at them. Their homeroom teacher, a stern-looking man with neatly combed gray hair named Mr. Sanchez, took one look at Jameson, sighed, and then said, “Does anyone want to explain why Mr. Truante is lying unconscious on the floor?”
― Brandon Varnell, A Most Unlikely Hero, Vol. 6

“Gabrielle, my dear, my sweet, my flower, I, the King of Romance, have come for you!” The person who had appeared was wearing a white tuxedo that was different from everyone else’s plaid pants and blazer combination. He had bright blond hair that was slicked back. His eyes were blue. Gabrielle had seen him numerous times already, but she couldn’t for the life of her remember his name. The blond man walked up the stairs toward her, his hand extended in a grand gesture. “My love, you are the only one whose beauty can captivate me so. Please, allow me, the King of Love, the sweep you off your feet!” The blond knelt before Gabrielle and took her hand in his. He stared into her eyes. Why was he staring into her eyes so hard? It looked like he was trying to drill holes through her with his gaze. Creepy. Gabrielle responded to this man the same way she had done every time he appeared. “Who are you again?”
― Brandon Varnell, A Most Unlikely Hero, Vol. 6

“Greetings, Groom-to-Be!” Azazel boomed from the other side. Alex stared at Azazel for a full one second, and then he slammed the door shut.”
― Brandon Varnell, A Most Unlikely Hero, Vol. 6

“Making dinner was difficult that night. Ryoko was useless in the kitchen. She didn’t know a spatula from a fork, and to make matters worse, their hands were still stuck together, so Kazekiri was left with only one hand to do everything. Giving instructions to Ryoko didn’t work either. Kazekiri didn’t know if the girl was purposefully sabotaging her efforts, but after the wretched corruptor of order did the impossible and somehow lit water on fire, Kazekiri decided to do everything herself.”
― Brandon Varnell, A Most Unlikely Hero, Vol. 6

“Arthur’s hand trembled. Slowly, painfully, he pulled his hand from the door, trudged over to the desk, and sat back down with slumped shoulders. Being the crown prince really sucked balls.”
― Brandon Varnell, A Most Unlikely Hero, Vol. 6