Entering the inn is strange in and of itself. Odd torches, unique plants... and while the young man considers taking a few samples to study, he decides it's safer to investigate where he's ended up instead. He's already dug through the room empty room he found--only to be met with an even more unexpected twist.
The picture burns a hole through the front of his coat from where it's tucked into his sash. He'd never seen a Polaroid before, but it still feels so... familiar. It leaves a foul taste on his tongue.
Yet his expression is pleasant when he returns to the lobby. Even though he feels he might stand out more to the residents there than he intends thanks to his fairly 'outdated' clothing. His smile doesn't reach his green eyes, but he looks easy-going enough when he greets whoever's closet with a wave of a gloved hand.
"Hey there. Mind answering a few questions?"
➵ It's Alright.
"Are you alright?" Brows raise in slight concern when he happens upon someone. The various leaves and twigs scattering across the ground being committed to memory to the best of his ability--with no walls to follow and such thick trees, it's difficult to get a complete gauge of where he's ended up.
"Want to stick together? Two minds are better than one!" He doesn't mean that really, but it's still a nice thing to say, right? He's still open to ideas.
➵ I'll Take Care of You.
Normally, the Duke didn't mind a party. While he often found himself overdoing himself on the side of blending in, it felt better to stand on the outside to watch. People are different when they feel they should be celebrating...
Which, in nothing but the light of the bonfire, he feels relatively unsure of. He'd survived a few days, but was that truly a reason to celebrate when he had no idea where he'd be going or how to get back to a very pressing war that should be the height of his attention at the moment? A Sovereign Duke going missing would likely make the rest of his deerlings a touch jumpy. Yet as he holds a glass, he doesn't sip from it. Cautiously swirling it so he doesn't look too overly avoidant of it as he admires a carnivorous plant.
And to the first that will listen; "Do they throw these kinds of parties often?"
[ ooc: Prose preferred but not required! Tag in however you're comfortable and I will gladly match. Feel free to shoot a DM if you'd like to plot something specific! ]
Claude von Riegan ➵ Fire Emblem ➵ TDM (new!)
Entering the inn is strange in and of itself. Odd torches, unique plants... and while the young man considers taking a few samples to study, he decides it's safer to investigate where he's ended up instead. He's already dug through the room empty room he found--only to be met with an even more unexpected twist.
The picture burns a hole through the front of his coat from where it's tucked into his sash. He'd never seen a Polaroid before, but it still feels so... familiar. It leaves a foul taste on his tongue.
Yet his expression is pleasant when he returns to the lobby. Even though he feels he might stand out more to the residents there than he intends thanks to his fairly 'outdated' clothing. His smile doesn't reach his green eyes, but he looks easy-going enough when he greets whoever's closet with a wave of a gloved hand.
"Hey there. Mind answering a few questions?"
➵ It's Alright.
"Are you alright?" Brows raise in slight concern when he happens upon someone. The various leaves and twigs scattering across the ground being committed to memory to the best of his ability--with no walls to follow and such thick trees, it's difficult to get a complete gauge of where he's ended up.
"Want to stick together? Two minds are better than one!" He doesn't mean that really, but it's still a nice thing to say, right? He's still open to ideas.
➵ I'll Take Care of You.
Normally, the Duke didn't mind a party. While he often found himself overdoing himself on the side of blending in, it felt better to stand on the outside to watch. People are different when they feel they should be celebrating...
Which, in nothing but the light of the bonfire, he feels relatively unsure of. He'd survived a few days, but was that truly a reason to celebrate when he had no idea where he'd be going or how to get back to a very pressing war that should be the height of his attention at the moment? A Sovereign Duke going missing would likely make the rest of his deerlings a touch jumpy. Yet as he holds a glass, he doesn't sip from it. Cautiously swirling it so he doesn't look too overly avoidant of it as he admires a carnivorous plant.
And to the first that will listen; "Do they throw these kinds of parties often?"
[ ooc: Prose preferred but not required! Tag in however you're comfortable and I will gladly match. Feel free to shoot a DM if you'd like to plot something specific! ]