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[sullenstallion]

Name: dylas
Date: June 2nd
Format: voice

Hey.

[That’s it. One word. Dylas’ voice is low, like usual, but there’s something unsteady about it. Maybe it’s nerves from using the pocketwatch, a device he’s still not used to, or...well.]

I know people have been...changing. It’s, uh. Not great. But...do the changes hurt for anyone else? There’s this spot on... my friend’s arm that’s all grey, and it hasn’t stopped hurting ever since it showed up. Does anyone else have that?

I’m asking for my friend.

[He’s not asking for a friend.]

[OOC; Dylas is infected by the Cwyld after an encounter with some Shades. He’s been hiding it under his clothes, but now his arm is hurting real bad.]

Comments

[haillenarte]

I... I see...

[it's occurred to francel a few times as well that the coven might stand to gain something from promoting bonds among the otherworlder populace. what that something might be, however, isn't anything he's managed to figure out. it's certainly true that he and aymeric might have played into someone's nefarious hands.

dylas's problem, however, seems to be an excess of pride — one which francel isn't fool enough to confront head on.]

I suppose it is the impetus of any government to encourage peace among those it governs. Do you think the system is designed to discourage us from seeking a way home, or something else?

[sullenstallion]

[Pride. Stubbornness. Fear of intimacy. Fear of self. Dylas has a lot going on, and he's happy to keep it all to himself.]

What? No, I don't...why would they discourage us from getting home? The people are already annoyed that they're being displaced so there's room for us here. If that keeps happening, they're just going to get even more pissed off.

[That doesn't make sense to him.]

[haillenarte]

[not the sort of man who believes in conspiracies, then, francel concludes solemnly. dylas must just be very prideful and a little grumpy. and possibly misanthropic.

which is endearing in its own way. there is a hint of his smile in his voice when he speaks again.]

Of course. You're right. Well, in any case, will you let me know if the pain in your arm worsens? Consider it the nosy curiosity of a concerned stranger.

[sullenstallion]

[Only a little. He wants to fit in, but...closing himself off? That's easier.]

Curiosity, huh. I can't see why you'd possibly want to know that for any reason other than being nosy.

[But. He kind of wants to talk to this guy again.]

I'm Dylas.

[haillenarte]

[the sentiment is reciprocated.]

Dylas, then. You may call me Francel — Francel de Haillenarte.

[he got him to admit it...!!!]

I hope you feel better, Dylas.

[sullenstallion]

Huh. You some kind of noble or something?

[That's one fancy-ass last name. It's enough to pique Dylas' curiosity. Are obnoxiously eloquent surnames a noble thing in other worlds, too?]

I'll be fine. I can handle whatever this is.