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

[loverboi]

[ this is such a mess -- no, actually, lance is the mess. he's the entire mess, and he finally seems to calm down a little. he exhales and his shoulders drop a little before he puts his arms on the table and leans forward a little. ]

It's not you, I'm just not really into...you know. Casual bedroom stuff.

[ not like he's ever...done...bedroom stuff....before..... but it's that on top of all his insecurity issues, because ha ha oh boy! even if he were romantically involved with someone, he'd still feel just as nervous as he does now.

help. ]

[crestfallenfor]

[Sylvain is also a mess. He's just better at hiding that he's a mess... for better or worse.]

Yeah, I get it. Heh, I'd probably usually try changing your mind about that, but...

[But that slight overprotective impulse says no, honestly, so he'll back off... for the most part.]

Instead, I'll just let you know I'll be here if you do, alright?

[Still going to smile and wink at him, though.]

[loverboi]

Y--Yeah. Okay.

[ he'll...keep that in mind. for now though, this is fine. he leans back a little on his chair and takes in a deep breath, trying to get rid of the color in his cheeks. it's...not very successful. ]

You seriously meant all of that, though? You really weren't kidding?

[crestfallenfor]

Hm? Of course I did. I don't lie about things like that.

[Unless he's being sarcastic, which... is honestly pretty obvious, and usually not when he's coming on to someone.]

Why wouldn't I mean it?

[loverboi]

It's just...people just don't really say those kinds of things to me.

[ they usually don't think he's that great. but that's okay, because lance doesn't either. ]

That's all. I'm pretty flattered, though, heh.

[crestfallenfor]

Huh. That's a shame, they ought to.

[Sylvain doesn't think he's great either, so he gets it, but just because he gets it doesn't mean he's going to let it slide that easily.]

Just let me know if you need to hear it anytime, alright? I'll always mean it.

[loverboi]

Nah, it's whatever. I don't think I'd handle it well if they did, anyway. Just look how weird I was being just now...

[ he laughs a little sheepishly. god, he's embarrassing, isn't he. ]

Man, I was not expecting any of this to happen.