[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)

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[haveaflare]

[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?

[serendipitously]

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.

[haveaflare]

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.

[serendipitously]

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?

[haveaflare]

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.

[serendipitously]

[ A light burst of laughter comes out of her at that and she shakes her head. ]

No, need to worry about me being squeamish. Not in the slightest. [ With a roll of her shoulders she makes a 'hm' sound, contemplating, before giving a single nod. ]

Why not? I have nothing more pressing to attend to at right now.

[haveaflare]

Good, for the dead deserve their rest, regardless of who they were in life.

[He nods.]

The paladins keep a pier on the western dock for transport during missions. I shall meet you in half an hour, after I retrieve my weapon.

[OOC: We can skip ahead to them arriving at the island if you want!]

[serendipitously]

[ For the majority of the journey there she stays relatively quiet. Though she doesn't try to hide that she is trying to get a better feel for her new companion by watching him. When the make it to the island she takes a brief look around, scanning with her power first before turning to him. ]

What an interesting place.

[haveaflare]

[What she likely gets from him during their voyage to this island is a fierce determination. It's like a wall, but instead of protecting him from things without, it seems to be fencing in quite a bit, though bits seem to peek through to spite his forward gaze as real as it was metaphorical: a sense of being cast adrift, an uncertainty regarding where to step, and a deep, bone-gnawing grief that seems to keep his jaw set in a fierce line. It is loss, both potent and recent, and one he seems to be fighting through on force of will alone.

That and aiding anyone he can. That seems to help.

He remains at the fore most of their journey, eyes on the horizon as the island and its admittedly vast and vaulted compound comes into view. It looks almost idyllic from without, nestled among a forest of dense trees, hardly a place plagued by the undead, but the doors yet remain closed. Inside will likely be another matter.]

Interesting? How so, beyond its beauty? [Which is surprising.]

[serendipitously]

[ While she doesn't mean to pry she can't precisely help it at times, particularly when someone gives off such melancholy. In a sad way it almost calls to her as something related. Which isn't really a wonderful thing to think on too long.

So she doesn't.

Instead she casts a quick glance to him and then to the door, a brief flicker of uneasiness crossing over her face as she reaches out inside to feel what they might expect upon opening it. There's a swell there, the familiar feeling of death that causes her to pull back, purple butterfly forming over her eyes for just a moment. ]

Beautiful but deadly. Funny how often that's the case, isn't it? [ She gestures forward ] I get the impression you're eager to get started so, shall we?