[OPEN] May Catch-All

[haveaflare]

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)

Comments

[haveaflare]

[small>If the light in Dion's eyes as he notes what Faulkner is holding is any indication, he certainly wouldn't mind a book about the world in which he's found himself.

That being said, he shakes his head.]

Histories of this land may be a suitable place to begin, but otherwise no. I've no idea.

[withermarked]

That's somewhere to start. I've found a few things on that, not as many as I'd like I'll admit. This one's more about the places than the history, but... seems interesting so far.

[And he'll hold out the one he was looking at, with a little shrug.]

[haveaflare]

All places have a history. I assume one shall beget the other.

[He takes the offered book, flipping it open in the hopes of finding a summary or introduction from the author.]

Have you been searching for this information long?

[withermarked]

More just lately. I was... rather preoccupied when I got here, truth be told. I've never been to another world before.

[He was also preoccupied with a lot of other things. But now he's trying to pull himself together and learn as much as he can.]

[haveaflare]

Nor have I, which is why I've elected to start small. There are others from my realm present. It...softens the blow somewhat, I believe.

[He looks back to Faulker.]

Are you alone in this place?

[withermarked]

Yes.

[ He answers simply. Of course, he was largely accustomed to feeling alone at home, too. There's a second where it seems like that's the whole answer, before he goes on. ]

I have yet to meet anyone else from my world, or even from any world that sounds terribly similar to my own. How many folks are there, from yours?

[ He sounds more idly curious than anything. He'd like to understand how this all works, why some people come here together. But a part of him is just as glad no one who knows him is here. ]

[haveaflare]

[He blinks at the question, pausing to count. There was Cid, Benedikta, Joshua, himself, Jill, and Midadol.]

Six, myself included. [As Clive had not yet returned. He would make the seventh.] Eight if a fine hound and a faithful steed are included. [Cannot forget Torgal and Ambrosia.]

What makes your world so dissimilar?

[withermarked]

[ That's interesting actually. The other people's he's talked to about the fact they share worlds haven't been in groups that large. ]

A lot of things, if I'm truthful. No one seems like they recognise the places, the history, anythin' I'm used to.

[ And he's noticed that some others seem to share that kind of similarity, even if they don't share all the details. ]

But... largely the presence of gods. They're not unheard of everywhere, it would seem, but they at least don't sound much the same.