((ooc: I have Fai AU'd as a Seeker, still fleshing out all the details. There's a post on his journal with what I have so far, I'd be completely up for suggestions and whatnot. Also he's a complete dork, so. I'm sorry. Or maybe I'm not.))
II - Treasure Hunting
[There's no mark of identification on the tall, skinny man who's currently sitting back against the trunk of a nearby tree with a wooden lockbox cracked open in front of him. There's a patch over his left eye, but he carries no visible weapons. If anything, his silk shirt and embroidered boots mark him as an Orlesian, although when he speaks there's only the faintest trace of an Orlesian accent. He's very pretty, with golden blond hair tied back in a low, loose ponytail.
And he's giggling. There's a letter in his gloved hands, and he's giggling.]
Oh dear sweet Andraste, I don't think that's even possible....
V - At the tavern
[What do you call a pretty man with an eyepatch, a tricorn hat with a feather, buckled boots, a snazzy frock coat, and the biggest, cheeriest grin you've ever seen as he's strolling into the local tavern? A pirate. A fop? Really out of place.All of the above. Maybe just call him Fai.
As if he doesn't have a care in the world, he saunters right up to the bar, rests his elbows on the bar and his chin in his hands, and bats the eyelashes of his one good eye at the bartender. The bartender patently ignores him--until the pretty man slaps enough coin on the bar to buy a round of drinks for the entire tavern. Which is what he promptly does.
What is a pirate/fop/whatever-the-hell-he-is doing out here in the Hinterlands? Who knows. Maybe ask him, since he just bought you a drink?]
V - Tree climbing
[Or more appropriately--tree falling.
The blond man working his way up the tree just ahead is skinny and graceful, and looks as though he's having no trouble scaling what should be an easy tree to climb. There are plenty of branches. There's not even a bear chasing him up said tree. Except just as his foot goes to press against a particular branch he hesitates, catching sight of something. Maybe you? Either way, he's coming right back down the tree now. In a big hurry.
Are you close enough to try to catch him, or are you going to get squished? Or maybe just stand back and laugh?]
Fai D. Flourite | Tsubasa Chronicle | AU'd
II - Treasure Hunting
[There's no mark of identification on the tall, skinny man who's currently sitting back against the trunk of a nearby tree with a wooden lockbox cracked open in front of him. There's a patch over his left eye, but he carries no visible weapons. If anything, his silk shirt and embroidered boots mark him as an Orlesian, although when he speaks there's only the faintest trace of an Orlesian accent. He's very pretty, with golden blond hair tied back in a low, loose ponytail.
And he's giggling. There's a letter in his gloved hands, and he's giggling.]
Oh dear sweet Andraste, I don't think that's even possible....
V - At the tavern
[What do you call a pretty man with an eyepatch, a tricorn hat with a feather, buckled boots, a snazzy frock coat, and the biggest, cheeriest grin you've ever seen as he's strolling into the local tavern? A pirate. A fop? Really out of place.
All of the above.Maybe just call him Fai.As if he doesn't have a care in the world, he saunters right up to the bar, rests his elbows on the bar and his chin in his hands, and bats the eyelashes of his one good eye at the bartender. The bartender patently ignores him--until the pretty man slaps enough coin on the bar to buy a round of drinks for the entire tavern. Which is what he promptly does.
What is a pirate/fop/whatever-the-hell-he-is doing out here in the Hinterlands? Who knows. Maybe ask him, since he just bought you a drink?]
V - Tree climbing
[Or more appropriately--tree falling.
The blond man working his way up the tree just ahead is skinny and graceful, and looks as though he's having no trouble scaling what should be an easy tree to climb. There are plenty of branches. There's not even a bear chasing him up said tree. Except just as his foot goes to press against a particular branch he hesitates, catching sight of something. Maybe you? Either way, he's coming right back down the tree now. In a big hurry.
Are you close enough to try to catch him, or are you going to get squished? Or maybe just stand back and laugh?]