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Aug. 17th, 2020 at 10:00 PM
Who: Byleth Eisner and you
When: Throughout Aguril
Where: All over
What: Catchall! Event prompts for now, probably quest and general threads to come. Custom closed starters will go in the comments.
Warnings: None so far.
( ’cause she’s slain the gods before )
i. poppin’ parties
[ she’s never been much for large celebrations. when she’s enjoyed them in the past, it’s largely been because she was surrounded by friends. among a crowd of strangers, it’s far less appealing. given the heat, she’s dressed in a light blouse and dark trousers, that just-short-of-unruly dark blue hair swept back with a ribbon. on the bright side, she’s quite fond of the drink that was shoved into her hands on the sudden invitation. There are errands to get back to, things that need to be done… but that can wait.
byleth is mostly content to play the wallflower for the moment, glassy eyes scanning the crowd in vain hopes of seeing someone familiar—or at the very least, someone who seems equally out of place. ]
I haven’t known the locals to be this insistent before.
ii. say yes to the dress
[ oh, she’s not comfortable with this at all. for Reasons. even so, the designers seemed keen to have her help, so… she felt it was the least she could do. rookie mistake. she should have known better. at least the suit is nice. a black jacket and trousers, a red brocade waistcoat and a white shirt and cravat. still, her discomfort with the situation is plain to see, along with a clear reluctance to play along more than is necessary. maybe you’re the would-be “bride”? or just someone checking the situation out for a laugh?
please help. ]
iii. red string strung along
[ byleth has had this explained to her and finds it absurd at best. at worst, it’s almost insulting. she knows exactly whose heart is intertwined with her own, and from a quick conversation with a coven witch, it’s clear that the spell that caused this was… unreliable. still, she finds herself following the threads at multiple points that day, curious about who she might find on the other end, if nothing else. the slight scowl on her face only deepens as the day wears on, and if it weren’t for the patent ridiculousness of being led o’er hill and dale by a magic string, the sight of her stalking purposefully down the street while wearing a sword, pistol and dagger might send a slightly intimidating impression.
unless someone happened to catch her in a not-infrequent moment of distraction. like, for instance, crouching with an array of stray cats gathered around her, petting one while reaching into her satchel for treats. even so, after either a brief search or a longer, more annoying one, she’s reached the end of one of her strings! so, who should she find, but…? ]
iv. wildcard
[ honestly just do whatever. live your best life. lets talk options ]
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clockworkbrain or hexennacht#7576 if you want to discuss anything ]
When: Throughout Aguril
Where: All over
What: Catchall! Event prompts for now, probably quest and general threads to come. Custom closed starters will go in the comments.
Warnings: None so far.
( ’cause she’s slain the gods before )
i. poppin’ parties
[ she’s never been much for large celebrations. when she’s enjoyed them in the past, it’s largely been because she was surrounded by friends. among a crowd of strangers, it’s far less appealing. given the heat, she’s dressed in a light blouse and dark trousers, that just-short-of-unruly dark blue hair swept back with a ribbon. on the bright side, she’s quite fond of the drink that was shoved into her hands on the sudden invitation. There are errands to get back to, things that need to be done… but that can wait.
byleth is mostly content to play the wallflower for the moment, glassy eyes scanning the crowd in vain hopes of seeing someone familiar—or at the very least, someone who seems equally out of place. ]
I haven’t known the locals to be this insistent before.
ii. say yes to the dress
[ oh, she’s not comfortable with this at all. for Reasons. even so, the designers seemed keen to have her help, so… she felt it was the least she could do. rookie mistake. she should have known better. at least the suit is nice. a black jacket and trousers, a red brocade waistcoat and a white shirt and cravat. still, her discomfort with the situation is plain to see, along with a clear reluctance to play along more than is necessary. maybe you’re the would-be “bride”? or just someone checking the situation out for a laugh?
please help. ]
iii. red string strung along
[ byleth has had this explained to her and finds it absurd at best. at worst, it’s almost insulting. she knows exactly whose heart is intertwined with her own, and from a quick conversation with a coven witch, it’s clear that the spell that caused this was… unreliable. still, she finds herself following the threads at multiple points that day, curious about who she might find on the other end, if nothing else. the slight scowl on her face only deepens as the day wears on, and if it weren’t for the patent ridiculousness of being led o’er hill and dale by a magic string, the sight of her stalking purposefully down the street while wearing a sword, pistol and dagger might send a slightly intimidating impression.
unless someone happened to catch her in a not-infrequent moment of distraction. like, for instance, crouching with an array of stray cats gathered around her, petting one while reaching into her satchel for treats. even so, after either a brief search or a longer, more annoying one, she’s reached the end of one of her strings! so, who should she find, but…? ]
iv. wildcard
[ honestly just do whatever. live your best life. lets talk options ]
[ hit me up at
