escordvi | [OPEN] May Catch-All

Who: Dion and you!
Status: Open
Where: Various locations
What: Open and Closed General and MANTA prompts
Warnings: None as of yet, will update as needed

Shellton | Eltrut | "Movable Type" Bookshop - OTA
[While there are many things to see and do throughout the wide world of Escordvi, Dion has started small and has started by taking time for leisure, something he rarely had time for in Valisthea, and so he was browsing shelves, surprisingly vast ones, in a bookshop off the main market. Mostly, the tall blond is keeping himself to the non-fiction section, amazed at the sheer number of titles spanning the shelves. It would seem printing was a thing here, as the typewriter which initiated him suggested, and he's rarely seen so many books collected in one place.

So much knowledge is collected here he hardly knows where to begin, and so he might turn to a fellow browser, leaning slightly so as to keep his voice low.]

Begging your pardon, of course, could you perchance suggest a title? I've no idea where to begin.

Eltrut | A Clearing Outside Shellton | OTA
[He's received a word of warning from Jill regarding the potential potency of Bahamut, which only serves to further reinforce the caution Benedikta instilled in him, and so in an effort to assure he's prepared to aid those here in whatever capacity he is able, Dion has found a suitable clearing outside the port in order to acclimate to the way his Aether pools in this place.

The prince is clad in his mithril armor for no other reason than it serves the purpose of protection and doesn't force him to spend doubloons he'd rather keep for food, and sets about moving through warm-up drills first: simple polearm forms designed to get his muscles loose and to work out the stiffness from his joints he always experiences in association with the Crystal's curse that's slowly turning all Bearers and Dominants to stone.

He'll welcome the company, and is more than game to spar with anyone looking to hone their skills or keep themselves sharp. He'll offer an amicable smile when he pauses in his rhythm, inclining his head.]

Well met. Are you looking to sharpen or observe?

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(OOC: feel free to throw whatever scene you'd like at me! If you'd like a specific prompt, feel free to drop me a line on plurk at

vikael or on discord at vikael, but I'm pretty flexible and can fall in with whatever you're feeling!

MANTA prompts are in their own thread below)

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[While Dion doesn't find himself particularly beholden to these Paladins, when he reads the description of this monastery where the dead were laid to rest had gone silent, he can't help but feel concerned. No matter who they were in life, they deserve the peace of an end.

And though they may have called him Bold, he doesn't fully trust his powers here, not yet, not with how strange his connection to Bahamut feels, and thus he's seeking a partner when he sees the woman beside him, also eying the bounty board.]

Greetings. Are you of a mind to work with a partner? If so, the monastery ought take priority, if you would join me?

[ What is she even doing here? That's a question Betsy's asking herself and one she doesn't quite have an answer to. Perhaps she's just here to try to get a feel for the differences between the two armada and what they do. Or perhaps it's even more abstract and pathetic than that: intel gathering is what she's used to--something to default to.

While the sudden voice doesn't particularly surprise her his question does. ]

Hm, you'd partner with someone you don't even have a name for?

[ Not that she's opposed to the idea of going along with this. Intel is what she's interested in and he's offering quite a lot of exposure. Still, it's curious for someone to so readily ask. Oddly trusting. Or maybe she's just disturbingly jaded. ]

Names aren't required for invitation, but they are a logical next step.

[They also aren't required to aid those in need, and could be shared on the road, but that was neither here nor there.

He's interested in learning more about this place, the others who were called here, herself included, and there are few better ways to take the measure of another other than combat, and he desperately needed the release after two weeks of idleness, trapped in his own thoughts.

Maybe he was a bit more trusting than he would normally have been, but desperation bred necessity. Besides, the dead deserved their rest regardless of who they may have been in life.]

I am Dion of House Lesage.

Names really should be. [ A requirement for an invitation. Though her own personal paranoia says that more than just a name should be given for that. But perhaps he's here alone, or has some sort of personal reason for seeking a stranger out for an adventure. ]

Elizabeth of House Braddock. [ There's an amused sort of quality to her voice, it's not often people introduce themselves in such a manner anymore. She moves a hand to her chin as she looks him over, tries to get some sort of read on him. ]

Have you been here long?

[He chuckles at that, nodding in agreement.] Perhaps they should, yes. Mayhap I'm overeager. There are those in need and I have the means to aid them.

[These are not his people, but he would help them all if he could.]

It is my pleasure, Elizabeth of House Braddock. [And there's a slight smile on his lips that suggests he's well-aware the formality isn't necessary or comfortable here and that he's sticking with it because of that.]

A month has not passed since my arrival, no. Is it so obvious?

Do you? Now I can't help but admit I'm a bit curious to what those means are.

[ Well, she could have helped it, but she didn't want to. Not when she actually found his statement oddly relatable. ]

Betsy will also do. If you'd like. [ But she waves a hand dismissively, as if to suggest she didn't care either way. Which isn't entirely true, but it's close enough to the truth, isn't it? ]

Or maybe it's just easy for another new arrival to see someone like themselves.

Do you require a report?

[It's asked lightly with the ghost of a smile. He has man skills at his disposal, to be honest, but he's willing to tell her of she desires.]

Very well, Betsy. You may call me Dion. [He thinks on that for a moment before nodding.] True enough. There is a certain...apprehension to all the strangeness.

If I do? [ He's met with the ghost of her own smile. It's meant as some semblance of teasing. ]

Or maybe it'd simply be more fun for you to show me.

[ There's no better way to get a feel for someone than seeing what they can do in action. At least in her opinion. ]

Dion it is then. So which are you interested in pursuing here?

then I shall endeavor to provide a detailed one. Otherwise, I'll trust in your skills of observation.

[Not that he had any knowledge of those. Still, of the missions available here, he was certain his skills would be better served handling an undead threat rather than disappearances, at least without a unit at his disposal.]

The mausoleum. I feel we may do the best work there, provided you aren't the squeamish type.

[OPEN] May Catch-All

The Tara-Tam Deepcroft - Psylocke

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