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vivalaThere’s a slight possibility you’ve seen them before- a very pretty blonde young man, or occasionally young woman, wandering around Elysium. Sometimes they’re spotted in Flotsam, but never in the Vault. They’re usually hanging out in bars and taverns, smiling and laughing a lot, but saying and drinking very little. At the beginning of Spring they start popping up a lot more frequently, and maybe you'll get the chance to have an actual conversation with them.
Music [Elysium]
Spring is well underway on the continent of Innistis, but there are a few places- particularly on the Northern side of the continent- where the new growth and the warmth are lagging behind, where snow still lurks in the shade, where the lion hasn’t fully turned into a lamb.
This spot is one of them, a glade that’s a good hike uphill from the city of Elysium. It’s more grey and brown than green, and Emery is seated on a rock that has enough sun to be relatively dry. In his hands, he’s holding a battered old lyre, upon which he is playing a pretty little tune.
When he’s done he stares down at his hands in thoughtful silence for several moments, before suddenly turning to look at you.
“That was lovely, wasn’t it?” he says, smiling.
Greens [Elysium]
If you’re not inclined to explore outside the city you still might encounter a certain cheery blonde girl walking around in a green cloak and carrying a tray full of tiny pots. Each pot is filled with soil, with tiny green plants sprouting out of them.
Catch her eye and she’ll approach you, holding the tray out for your inspection.
“Would you like to take one?”
Fists [Vindess]
With the town of Vindess under Imperial lockdown, tensions are running high. The stress has left the tempers of the citizens short, and the soldiers are quick to mete out punishment for any perceived infractions. It’s basically the perfect conditions for fights to break out- such as this one.
Honestly Emery’s not even sure how it started, but this is a pub. People have been drinking. Some people started arguing, the volume grew louder, and then suddenly fists started flying.
Emery is one of the few who isn’t throwing punches, and is instead doing his best to dodge and skedaddle around the edges of the fight. It’s not the fight itself that concerns him, honestly, but the prospect of the town guard showing up.
[[ooc: And our Apollo enters the scene, though he’s staying relatively incognito for the moment. This is mostly a casual introduction post, but is also meant to lead into a player plot where Emery’ll be recruiting some Corsairs to fight a monster. Subsequently the Vindess prompt is your best bet for getting on his radar for that, but it’s not necessary either.
As Apollo, Emery has a couple of abilities that might cause problems for your character, so please make sure to check his permissions post.]]
Music [Elysium]
Spring is well underway on the continent of Innistis, but there are a few places- particularly on the Northern side of the continent- where the new growth and the warmth are lagging behind, where snow still lurks in the shade, where the lion hasn’t fully turned into a lamb.
This spot is one of them, a glade that’s a good hike uphill from the city of Elysium. It’s more grey and brown than green, and Emery is seated on a rock that has enough sun to be relatively dry. In his hands, he’s holding a battered old lyre, upon which he is playing a pretty little tune.
When he’s done he stares down at his hands in thoughtful silence for several moments, before suddenly turning to look at you.
“That was lovely, wasn’t it?” he says, smiling.
Greens [Elysium]
If you’re not inclined to explore outside the city you still might encounter a certain cheery blonde girl walking around in a green cloak and carrying a tray full of tiny pots. Each pot is filled with soil, with tiny green plants sprouting out of them.
Catch her eye and she’ll approach you, holding the tray out for your inspection.
“Would you like to take one?”
Fists [Vindess]
With the town of Vindess under Imperial lockdown, tensions are running high. The stress has left the tempers of the citizens short, and the soldiers are quick to mete out punishment for any perceived infractions. It’s basically the perfect conditions for fights to break out- such as this one.
Honestly Emery’s not even sure how it started, but this is a pub. People have been drinking. Some people started arguing, the volume grew louder, and then suddenly fists started flying.
Emery is one of the few who isn’t throwing punches, and is instead doing his best to dodge and skedaddle around the edges of the fight. It’s not the fight itself that concerns him, honestly, but the prospect of the town guard showing up.
[[ooc: And our Apollo enters the scene, though he’s staying relatively incognito for the moment. This is mostly a casual introduction post, but is also meant to lead into a player plot where Emery’ll be recruiting some Corsairs to fight a monster. Subsequently the Vindess prompt is your best bet for getting on his radar for that, but it’s not necessary either.
As Apollo, Emery has a couple of abilities that might cause problems for your character, so please make sure to check his permissions post.]]
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Date: 2025-03-25 11:13 am (UTC)As for whether he's a hunter...he cocks his head to one side, thinking about it. He does hunt pretty regularly, so it's not a wrong assumption. Even if 'hunter' isn't necessarily how Link would describe himself.
He nods - in a vague, ambivalent way that seems to suggest, 'close enough'.
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Date: 2025-03-26 02:33 am (UTC)"Hm... Or perhaps secretly a lost prince?" Emery punctuates this by strumming a random chord. "Never fear, your secret is safe with me~"
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Date: 2025-03-26 09:08 am (UTC)Link was the guy who followed royalty around, stabbing things that dared to endanger her.
But he was also not the kind to refute other people's assumptions about him. Or talk about himself much at all, really.
"...You know songs about this place?" he asks instead.
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Date: 2025-03-26 11:21 am (UTC)Anyway, music. Emery glances around the glade. "By 'this place' do you mean this particular patch of woods?" he asks, dubious if there are any songs whatsoever devoted to such a humble location. "Because the answer is no. I actually don't know very many songs." The lyre itself knows way more than Emery does- he doesn't even know the song they just played!
"But if you have any requests I can give them a shot."
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Date: 2025-03-26 11:42 am (UTC)No song about the area? No mystery for him to solve, no musical puzzle? This bard isn't like Kass at all.
So now Emery just gets a little shrug. That was Link's request; he doesn't have any others.
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Date: 2025-03-26 12:08 pm (UTC)He looks down at his lyre and holds it up- as if addressing the instrument instead of Link- and says "It seems like the sort of thing I ought to know how to do."
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Date: 2025-03-26 12:13 pm (UTC)"...Can it have a puzzle?"
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Date: 2025-03-26 12:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-03-26 12:21 pm (UTC)"Kass's songs were clues," he says.
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Date: 2025-03-26 12:28 pm (UTC)"Kass?" That's not a name Emery's familiar with. "Were they a performer at your court?"
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Date: 2025-03-26 12:31 pm (UTC)"He's a Rito bard," he says. "He travels."
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Date: 2025-03-26 12:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-03-27 01:54 am (UTC)"He plays the accordion."
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Date: 2025-03-28 07:42 am (UTC)"I'm not sure how well I can mimic an accordion's sound, but I'll do my best."
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Date: 2025-03-28 08:38 am (UTC)Alas, the Imperial word for 'lyre' isn't one Link's learned yet. But hopefully Emery still gets the gist.
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Date: 2025-03-28 09:05 am (UTC)(Sadly, the
Old EnglishImperial words for lyre and liar are not homophones, so any possibility of pun-based misunderstandings is nil.)"I'm glad you approve, your highness~"
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Date: 2025-03-28 11:16 pm (UTC)Because you know, he does have a name. And come to think of it, he doesn't get know the bard's yet either, does he?
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Date: 2025-03-29 06:11 pm (UTC)(Not-Prince Link will have to, alas, say something if he wants Emery to volunteer a name.)
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Date: 2025-03-30 02:59 am (UTC)Instead, he will just stare at Emery. Expectantly. He doesn't even address the inappropriate title of 'Prince'. He just stands there, and waits.
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Date: 2025-03-30 12:46 pm (UTC)Emery holds up the lyre. "Care for another song?"
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Date: 2025-03-31 01:59 am (UTC)Instead, he just finds himself a little patch of grass in front of Emery, and sits down on it, legs crossed. Then nods his head.
Yes, he would like another song.
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Date: 2025-04-05 10:06 pm (UTC)The first few notes are awkward, tentative- Emery plucks at a few strings seemingly at random, but soon enough his gaze goes distant and the notes begin to coalesce into a proper melody. By that point, it's more that the lyre is playing him than the other way around, but it's a willing, cooperative process. Not that Link is likely to discern it from Emery's motions and expressions, as he simply looks absorbed in what he's doing.
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Date: 2025-04-06 12:34 am (UTC)Regardless, Link makes for an attentive audience; he watches silently and with intense focus. And when the music ends, he claps.