Mareuer Catch-All [Open]

[crestfallenfor]

Who: Sylvain and YOU
When: All throughout Mareuer
Where: Y'know, just. Around.
What: Quest prompts, mostly, but this is a general March catch-all!
Warnings: None yet, but will edit to add if necessary.

[ Q1 | Quail of the Sea ]

[War has a way of keeping you away from the simpler things in life. The important, day to day things that keep a society running. Which is why, when a quest comes up for "strapping young folks" to go out on a fishing boat, to help out the locals, Sylvain actually jumps at the chance.

It's been years since he's done anything similar, since before going to Garreg Mach, when it was still important for Faerghus nobles to roll up their sleeves from time to time and help out with commoners' work during times of the year when there simply weren't enough people to do everything that needed to be done.

That said? He's pretty rusty, and things are just different enough in Aefenglom to trip him up a bit besides. At least he's not tangling up the nets, but he does look as though he might need a hand, from time to time. The other side of that coin, though, is that he does remember enough that if anyone else is struggling more than he is, he's competent enough to lend a hand.]

[ Q2 | L'Amourtentia | Possible NSFW ]

[Contrary to popular belief, there are many reasons why a serial flirt and philanderer might be interested in assisting with the manufacture of an aphrodisiac, aside from just the obvious.

(Well. In addition to the obvious, at any rate.)

In fact, this particular one was drawn more by the potion-making practice than by the effects of said potion, so to say he's taking the work seriously is actually a bit of an understatement. Afterwards, though, when the shopkeep slips samples to interested helpers? Sylvain examines the potion in the light, then appears to catch sight of someone - you! - through the vial and puts on a more characteristic, charming expression.]

So, up for trying this out?

[ooc: Feel free to hop in at any point in the prompt for a more sfw route, or take him up on his offer to hop right into nsfw options! He's bi as hell, so men and women are both fair game for the propositioning.]

[ Q5 | Research Request ]

[To anyone who knows Sylvain, the amount of research he's been doing since he arrived might have seemed odd at first, but is likely a normal sight at this point. It's still unsettling, to be without full use of his magic, but he's been steadily improving, little by little, every day. So when a request for research comes up, he's quick to take it. And why not? He's going through several books every day on his own, the least he can do is keep an eye out for the information the requester wanted.

That said? He hasn't had much luck on that front so far, which is why - no matter where he is at the moment, at the library, a bookshop, even Diplomatea, there will be four stacks of books by him. One he hasn't looked through yet, one without anything of value to him, one with potential for the quest, and the last for books he wants to read more deeply. It's a meticulous system... would be a shame if anything were to happen to it.]

[ New Moons | 24th-26th ]

[To say there was a lot of excitement going on over the course of the month was... a bit of an understatement. By all rights, Sylvain should be exhausted, but as the moons grow darker and darker in the sky each night, he grows more and more restless. His emotions hit higher highs and lower lows than he usually allows them to, and he seems to have endless energy for any number of pursuits. His home ends up utterly spotless. Several books get read cover to cover. He even goes out on the town, hitting up local bars and entertainment venues with some regularity. Sleep doesn't come easily, but neither does exhaustion.

It feels almost... normal, except for the odd happenings around him. Occasionally, a plume of flame will spark in his hand, persisting until he puts it out, or similar small flames will rise from the ground under his steps, flickering out moments later. His ambient body heat is running very high, to the point where skin-warmth can be felt through several layers and a several foot distance. Bugs may die if they come within a certain radius of him, and plants will wilt and wither from a similar distance, like his energy is sapping the life of small things around him.

Because, honestly, it is.

None of these magical side effects are constant, at least - coming and going without warning, but nor are they especially unobtrusive, either, and there's only so much apologizing can do when one burns a hand print onto a table or kills a prized houseplant from just walking by.]

[ Wildcard / 3 Places, 3 Happenings ]

[Want something else? Event prompts are here, or feel free to wildcard me with anything else! Also feel free to hit me up on my plotting post, through pm, or on plurk (subjuggul8ion) for a custom starter!]

Comments

[seemstressed]

<sub>[It's not that she's opposed (to a degree, yes, she is-) but more so she's genuinely surprised that he's, well, propositioning her earnestly. For as many people as she's had flirt with her since she arrived she's had twice as many mistake her age due to her height or be flat out confused as to what she is in the first place.

Being a Lalafell is suffering.]</sub>

The population here is unfamiliar with my race and as such people tend to mistake me for someone far less mature than I am.

_{[It's been getting on her nerves, in all honesty, not to mention embarrassing to admit. She begins to fiddle with her fingers absentmindedly.]}

I suppose I'm a little grateful you're an exception to the rule.

[crestfallenfor]

[Being a Lalafell sure sounds like suffering.]

Tataru... I'll be honest - even knowing that you are an adult of your race, your appearance would give me pause in a... situation like I've proposed, but...

[But she acts her age, and doesn't look any younger than he was when he first became... active. So it's complicated. Really complicated.]

How about I take you out for tea, instead, since the moment seems a bit lost?

[seemstressed]

<sub>[When he offers to take her out for tea instead she feels equal parts relieved as she suddenly does disappointed. Her fingers stop fidgeting, opting to curl around the edges of the sleeves of her tunic instead. Even if she wasn't the type for an adventurous romp by any means she was just lead on a bit, wasn't she? Does it sting? A bit and it shows on her face, an unfortunate side effect of her race's emotive nature.

But, it's fine. She doesn't need the validation of others to feel like she's entitled to the same treatment other ladies receive. It's just...nice sometimes. A bit of flirting (and a bit more - to an extent) is harmless fun, after all.]</sub>

...Only if you let me purchase vile off you. If you rather not share it with a lady like me I understand...but I rather you not get yourself into trouble now that I know what you're up to or have you go without your bonus.

[crestfallenfor]

[He did lead her on just a bit, there... and for once he kind of feels bad about it. Usually, when he leads someone on, he doesn't - because usually, he does it without intending to follow through. This time, he had, but then let himself think a little too hard about the implications, and about... well, everything.

So maybe his own thoughts had killed the mood for himself more than anything else. Not her fault, and he holds out the vial, offering it to her.]

Heh, just take it. Share it with someone who will treat you better than a jerk like me, alright? I don't need the bonus, anyway, it just would've been nice.

[seemstressed]

_{[Well this is a sudden shift in mood, isn't it? A far cry from the Sylvain she's been privy to thus far. He clearly feels bad but the extent to which he seems so...crestfallen? It's a bit unbalanced. Wordlessly she takes the vile from him, holding it in one of her palms, before she decides to reach out with her empty hand to cup his cheek. It's a sweet, tender little gesture, one she can actually manage since he's brought himself to her height. There's an apology but then there's beating one's self up needlessly.]}

Well this self-proclaimed 'jerk' still owes me his company, if he's still in the mood for tea that is.

_{[She gives his cheek a small pat before letting her hand slip away, the corners of her lips tugging upward into a smile.]}

It can be practice for Little Ladies' Day.