[open] hydaelyn's house for wayward souls

[exarchal]

Who: Anyone!
When: All of November.
Where: The Haven, at the "classy" grade house maintained by some people from the FFXIV cast.
What: It's mingle time. Drop by for a visit, make your own toplevel, maybe ask who that weird old guy sleeping in the yard is. (It's probably crystal grandpa.)
Warnings: Mind FFXIV spoiler warnings in threads!

[ Located past the fanciest manor houses is something a little more modest. The most prominent thing one would notice about it is the front yard, which someone obviously spends some time in, though the cutting of certain bushes is a little close to amateur. More importantly, it looks a little messy but very inviting, and there's almost always the smell of something warm and delicious coming from inside the house. The lush and flowering garden in the back has a recently-scrubbed fountain and running water, as well as a near-permanent host of small birds. Is it magic? Probably. Most of the flowers are roses, though, which are a bit hardier than your usual flowers.

The interior is just as cozy, with a fire in the hearth that's almost always going, and plenty of books loaned or purchased from shops. Furnishings are occasionally sparse but the kitchen is fully-stocked, as is the family room where most people spend their time. The dining table exists and it's nothing fancy, but there's almost always a smorgasbord of fruit and other snacks left out for visitors.

New this month are tiny sigils drawn in faintly glowing paint along the windows and doors. Teleportation wards are in place, as well as soundproofing for each bedroom (ahem), so anyone teleporting directly inside the house will find themselves repelled.

There is a spare housekey under the mat, though, if someone gets locked out. ]

Comments

[unsundered]

I wouldn't call it concern, exactly....

[And he hadn't intended it to come across as such. Though once Mira points it out, he has to pause to consider it more thoroughly.]

Well, think of how it would reflect on myself, were you to collapse under some trivial affair, simply because you felt determined to make everything a trial. [A slightly wry smile.] You destroyed an entity channeling the full breadth of the Underworld. Someone with a not-insignificant mastery of the arcane. Someone with near infinite experience in ripping apart people not all that different from yourself.

[He still wanted Zodiark to be revived, his people restored, Elidibus to find some way to turn everything around. Simultaneously, he realized he'd be a bit disappointed should the Warrior fail, after committing so much.]

No. You have to live. I'll be most offended otherwise.

[inlikethebrume]

[Her lips form a small grin as she looks at him, dead straight in those damn golden eyes of his.]

I told you before: I'm not one looking to seek death for myself. I have a long way to go before then, things to learn and see with my own eyes. I am far from done on this path.

[Deep and meaningful conversations within ruined greenery? Sounds like normal.]

I suppose I am...simply used to matters being hard.

[unsundered]

[That earns a small, amused sound from him, not quite a chuckle. Matching her gaze steadily, Emet-Selch leans slightly closer to her as he speaks.]

That you have. And while I expect you to put in whatever effort is required...

[His tone abruptly shifts, to something much more serious, with a peculiar intensity. Threatening, almost. A moment much closer to his real self, without flippancy or pretension.]

--You're not allowed to burn out too soon either.

[...And then he shrugs, sitting back into the grass and scattered shrub, drifting into a lighter demeanor.]

Not that you've shown any signs of it thus far, but nonetheless. This world is a taxing place for us all, and our star is no less demanding.

[inlikethebrume]

[She's a little surprised to see him lean a bit closer to her, knowing at least around their house, there's the sense of respecting the personal space. But when he speaks to her and how she hears him talk, something in her mind is trying to parse what exactly is going on. His tone may sound dangerous but his words are...mindful?

Did he just threaten her to take care of herself?

That is the most bizarre thing Mira has come across and the thought still remains even as Emet-Selch goes into a lighter tone. She'll never truly understand ascians or perhaps that was a trait exclusive to him. Weirdo.]

I...I can understand your point. So does that mean I need to take up some sort of hobby now? Since apparently working too much may cause some to not do so well?

[Halone help her, she can hear Tala harp on her to take breaks or do something fun. What is fun?]

[unsundered]

[It was probably more of a him thing than an Ascian thing. His brethren tended to stick towards the 'threatening', in the more traditional sense.

But he's fairly languid now, casual. Mira's question gets a small wave in her direction.]

If you like. Do take care not to turn it into its own form of work.

[What is fun, indeed. Emet-Selch wasn't exactly the person to go to for ideas there. Unless excessive sleeping was a hobby, he didn't have any.]

[inlikethebrume]

[You confuse her sometimes, Emet. Like seriously.]

Easier spoken. It feels as if I am not working on something, I am sleeping.

[What she did after saving the world: went home and took a long nap. Do books count but also she does those involving work too so scratch that. It's to the point where thinking about it makes her lie back onto the ground, looking up at the sky and going 'what do I even do'. A new feeling for the Warrior of Light and Darkness but look, free time is new to her.]

How in the hells does anyone even start looking? Or must I go into the entertainment district and find everything and grab any and all kinds of information to research it?

[Yes, she is asking him because he's there and brought it up. He gets to deal with it.]

[unsundered]

Hm, I'm not unfamiliar with the feeling.

[Though he was not nearly as energetic as most of his kind, Emet-Selch was efficient. His schemes worked, and then he rested, until the next time his presence was necessary. And that was all he did: plot and administer and sleep.

When Mira stretches back along the ground, he leans over her slightly to observe her better.]

And well, it's a place to start. Has the word 'entertaining' in it already.

[inlikethebrume]

[Just as long as he doesn't fall over, she's not gonna care. How do people really go looking for stuff to do anyway?]

The feeling is...a new one to take in, I'm afraid. But better that than be bored.

[Seriously, no one should mess with that like at all.]

I suppose it cannot hurt and I can go without studying for a bell or two.