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 ]

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Comments

q5

[loverboi]

[ diplomatea has kind of become lance's go-to spot for chilling out. tea is good (and is also supposed to hydrate one's skin, which lance is desperately trying to do these days) and allura works here, so of course he's going to be a regular here.

he walks in, turns left, and directly in front of him is a familiar face with red hair. and those eyes are the eyes of a man who was ready to kill him if he'd done anything to hurt bernie, he's 100% sure of that.

his eyes immediately go wide and he freezes up. hoooo boy. under his breath, he utters: ]

Quiznak.

New Moon

[bergamotrose]

[Whether Sylvain was aware of it or not, Lorenz had been keeping track of him throughout the day. The heightened sense of vibrating energy that emanated from Sylvain's part of their bond left a palpable discomfort in the back of his mind, tightening the muscles in his shoulders and causing his fingers to tremble with no apparent cause at inopportune times. Discreetly asking for time off work, Lorenz took to the streets-- tailing Sylvain as best as he was able to with the added factors of both their Bond and the physical changes that had been brought upon him in recent weeks.

Even with the hooves and cane, however, he liked to think of himself as reasonably stealthy. Stalking Claude for all of those years had it's own benefits.]

...I might have a steady income now, but I don't make enough to pay for all these repairs.

[Lorenz said after a while, catching Sylvain as he was walking passed his hiding spot behind a wall.]

We need to have you find a way to control yourself, Sylvain. This can be dangerous.

q2 ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

[mirrortide]

And "This" would be...?

[Because Lapis isn't someone who'd shove things into her body willy-nilly. Generally speaking, she doesn't even eat, let alone drink if she can get away with it. Which means she's already looking unsure as hell, arms crossed as she eyes the potion warily.]

new moon

[callmeven]

[ventus hated this time of the month. the moon hanging in the sky above him felt like a heavy weight over him, draining him of energy until he was left feeling more monster than human. it was the worst part, not feeling completely in control of himself but he'd tough it out like he did every month before now. surely this would be the same.

yet his growing fatigue didn't stop his body from wanting to wander and pace around the city, tired but infected with a wanderlust that overpowered his usual hesitation to being alone outside now. two months since being kidnapped and it felt some of the scars still hadn't healed completely.

when he's walking down one of the side streets, distracted and not completely minding himself, his shoe hits a stray piece of broken street and he stumbles forward into syvlain's back. what hits him first isn't the horror that he bumped into someone, but the wave of heat that seems to come off sylvain.]

O-Oh-!

The Cursed One

[seemstressed]

Hm?

_{[It's after class and Tataru's carrying a few books in her arms that she's planning on reading when she gets the chance when Sylvain calls out to her. It's hard not to be curious of the vile he seems to be holding but she has no reason to believe it's anything insidious. After all, Sylvain has been rather charming and genuinely good natured. The liquid that's kept sealed away could, quite literally, be anything. Taking a few steps toward him she shoots him a smile and inquisitive look.]}

Is it a perfume you've made?

_{[What else could it be?]}