Aguril Catch-All Prompts (open and closed)

[silentsavant]

Who: Soren and the Aefengang (that's you guys....)
When: Anytime in Aguril
Where: your heart's desire.... or wherever the prompt designates
What: Open and closed prompts for events and quests and whatever strikes our mutual fancies. Prompts are in the comments.
Warnings: Minor blood. Mimes. Will add warnings as/if they come.

If you would like to plot a custom starter for your character, feel free to hit me up at wingything or my CR plotting meme comment! I absolutely love tailoring threads for just one character. Feel free to create your own starter in the comments below if there is something different you have in mind (wildcard option??).

➤ Red-String Strung Along. Soren and some poor shmuck (your character) discover that they are ~destined to be~ via the red string spell that went haywire. Original prompt can be found here.

➤ Match Made. Two prompt flavors: help Soren try to find mates for difficult customers, or get paired up with him for a complimentary date instead and see if you can get him to say yes. Quest page can be referenced here under the part-timer quest titled Match Made.

➤ Forget-Me-Nots. Two prompt flavors: Soren experiences pleasant memories while picking flowers, and then there's the option where one of those flower-loving foxes bites him, causing him to accidentally poke himself on the toxic thorns. Quest page can be referenced here.

Comments

[unsundered]

[That wobble was all the answer he needed, before Soren confirmed it further with words. So this was the man who'd caused Mettaton such distress, and with such indifference. And who was a (former) ally of the Exarch's, on top of that. Knowing things about himself that Emet-Selch hadn't told him. My... this dragon was making all the wrong choices. But frustratingly, there was little the Ascian could do about it. His pursuit of memory-altering magics had been coming up annoyingly futile.

But his gaze does chill that bit more in his regard, as though he were sizing Soren up and deciding how best to take him apart.

It was fortunate that the thread had already snapped. While Emet-Selch was certain he could've come up with an answer vague, misleading, and true (it was his specialty), being able to avoid much of it was a boon.

But he closes his eyes after a moment, and now waves him off with a hand. You're dismissed, Soren, how generous, be grateful.]

Oh, you're still nothing, I wouldn't get your hopes up. [Settling back once again, his tone is as languid and smug as ever.] But I've come across your name, I think. Nothing more.

[silentsavant]

[There's nothing absurd about that, nothing to challenge, and so there's nothing remarkable to say. The dragon's piercing red eyes bore into Emet-Selch's appraising gaze like an animal in an enclosure wary of the corners, one who has seen a hunter's knife and knows it could be sheathed.]

Very well. You have officially made my acquaintance, then. Have a good day.

[Back to flying it is, now with even more heebie jeebies this time.]