aymeric de borel (
peacetalks) wrote2021-08-21 01:46 am
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[post-heart rate - visitors in ishgard]


[welcome to the holy see of ishgard.
the sky is overcast, as it always is, and there's a light flurry of snow covering everything. people walk about in heavy furs, breath fogging in the air. the streets are grey cobblestone, and tall and imposing stone buildings loom amidst wooden structures--some still in the midst of repair, although for the most part the structural damage from the end of the dragonsong war has been mitigated. the spires of a massive cathedral can be seen in the distance, towards the center of the city.
statues, too, are found in every square; the most prominent amongst them of a commanding-looking woman bearing a spear and a shield. people murmur quick prayers to her as they pass her by. "thank the fury," they say, as they mill about. there are some soldiers around wearing thick chainmail, though no one looks especially on edge. in fact, despite the chill in the air and the greyness of the sky, people look... normal. it's fair to say that the majority of them are elezen, tall individuals with pointed ears, though there are a few who look more "human". and once in a while, you might even see a young dragon flitting about.
the aetheryte plaza, where there stands a large glowing blue crystal, is most likely near where you ended up. with a bit of asking around, you can learn of a few choice locations--the forgotten knight, a prominent tavern known for their hot mulled cider; the brume, a collection of dwellings where the lower class tend to congregate; the skysteel manufactory, a workshop which develops constructs and other magitek; the chocobo stables; and the congregation of our knights most heavenly, aka the headquarters of the temple knights. you can go further into the city too, though it's probably pretty obvious where you'd find info about aymeric around here...]

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which is for the best, since whatever it was in heartrate that kept Break's damaged body from shaking itself to pieces is officially NO LONGER WORKING. when the portal closes, he sags against Aymeric, worn around the edges immediately.]
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Kevin--
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[oh his throat and lungs don't like the cold. he snaps his mouth shut, shaking his head and leaning against him, trying to head off the inevitable coughing.]
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but he has to act, so he quickly sheds his cloak and wraps it around break for warmth]
Forgive me the indignity.
[and he picks him up, gently as he can, and moves. it's a bit of scene, the lord commander running through the streets carrying someone, and hushed and worried whispers follow them. before long they're inside, a wave of warmth running over them from a nearby hearth, and aymeric is barking orders at people]
Summon the chirugeon, have a room prepared. There is no time to waste. Lucia, with me.
[a woman's voice responds--"yes, my lord" and then they're moving again, up stairs]
Hold on, Kevin, pray hold on as much as you can--!
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-t's all right... Love you.
[enjoy that, Lucia.]
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And I you. Tell me, what can I do?
[there's movement in the room, people murmuring--and soon there's a heavy warm blanket covering break's body, though aymeric doesn't let go of him for a second]
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She looks around the plaza for a moment, taking in the sights and adjusting to the sudden extreme chill, before heading straight to the temple knights in search of Aymeric.]
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one of the knights stationed near the front stops selena. "state your business, madam."]
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Good day. I'm Ser Selena Evan, I'm looking for Ser Aymeric.
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he's interrupted by the woman in armor standing not far behind him, who stops what she's doing to listen. "hold there. what did you say your name was?" she sets down the papers she was examining and approaches. she's easily as tall as aymeric, unusual for a human, with white hair parted to one side and a circlet over her forehead.]
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Hello. It's Selena Evan, did he mention me? If he's busy, I'm fine to wait, I simply promised him I'd visit when I had the chance.
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I AM A FREAKING GENIUS!!!!!
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THIS IS THE FURY'S HOUSE, SON, SHOW SOME RESPECT]
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[Roy cringes, about to make his leave, but-- um. Actually, he has to ask. Though his voice is attempting to sound hushed this time.]
Um, does anyone know where to find Aymeric de Borel? Lord Commander of the knights?
This is Ishgard, right??
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a little girl in one of the pews looks amused at all of this and leans over to whisper: "the lord commander's in foundation. you're in the pillars." her mother shushes her.]
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[Shoots the nice little girl a quick smile and a whispered thanks before zooming off.
...
Except, he doesn't know where the pillars are in relation to foundation. There's not exactly handy maps posted everywhere, right? Maybe he'll just wander the halls until he finds a knight standing guard or something who can give him directions. Or better yet, lead him there?]
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Do my ears deceive me?!
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[The tea had arrived by that time, and Roy was warming himself up with a cup - which he raises in a playful little toast]
Guess who made it for teatime??
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[Delicately places the tea down and stands up from the table, arms spread]
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but that’s still a guy popping into the courtyard with a giant struggling grouper under one arm and a crate of tropical fruit under another arm.
it doesn’t take him too long to find where the knights are, because he will just ask literally anyone who makes eye contact: Which way is the Lord Commander?]
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"state your business."]
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I am Moon. Your Lord Aymeric should be expecting me. Tell him that I am arrived and would see him.
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the guard is abruptly interrupted by a woman approaching in full plate armor. she's as tall as aymeric is, making her not that much shorter than moon, though she clearly isn't elezen. her white hair is parted to one side, and she's wearing a circlet and a stern expression.
"hold there. what did you say your name was?"]
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his tone is a measure more polite for the woman though and he repeats himself without complaint, nodding to her apparent rank.]
I am the Lord of Oceans, Moon.
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