isleofavalon | February open log

🧙 WHO: Emet-Selch and anyone
⚔️️ WHAT: Coming out of a sleep (canon update) and throwing himself into quests to distract himself from new memories
🕒 WHEN: Throughout February
🗺️ WHERE: See prompts
⚠️ WARNINGS:
- Possible sexual content in the arrow threads.
- Potential spoilers for Endwalker, let me know if you are fine with them or not.

1. G(lacial)-Warriors 🗡️ (Knight quest)

A quest is just what he needs to take his mind off the plethora of revelations to come from his day of forced slumber - and what better way than to go out and hit something until it falls to pieces? He takes his gunblade, his horse, and the provisions provided by Camelot to all knights embarking on this particular journey. In typical fashion, he does not bother to ask around and see if anyone would like to join him. No, he wants the time to himself to sort out his thoughts.

Yet nothing is ever that easy, is it? He's ambushed by one of the I.C.E. constructs as he nears the spot. His horse rears up in alarm, throwing him from the saddle before bolting into the trees. Emet-Selch lands with a painful thud into a bank of snow. Fortunately, the gunblade strapped to his back seems in order. Unfortunately, the ICE is advancing on him and he's having trouble getting out of the snow.

Help?

(ooc: Existing CR are free to assume they accompanied him from the start if they want.)

2. Serve, Save, Slave, Slay...Some Sushi 🗡️

The sushi monster is no easier to slay than the I.C.E. as Emet-Selch discovers much to his chagrin. What does a man have to do to get some relatively simple knight quests??

The...creature(?) fires a round of pellets at him which has him diving into a rolls to avoid. He comes up into a crouch just in time to parry one of the sharp green swords it wields, quickly getting his feet beneath him before the second can slice him in half. He's been at it for a few minutes by now, focus utterly consumed by the opponent before him. He's growing tired though and the thing still doesn't look like it plans to give up.

"Ridiculous thing," he seethes. "And me, reduced to using these inferior magicks... I should have asked Irhya for a greatsword instead of a gunblade."

He fires off a round and its ricochet echoes throughout the forest. Even if the sound doesn't draw attention, the eerie blue after-image of the shot is worth attention.

(ooc: Existing CR are free to assume they accompanied him from the start if they want.)

3. I See You, Opening! 🛡️

Well of course, Emet-Selch doesn't want anything to do with these tricksy arrows and their dubious effects. But other people may have no such qualms. Perhaps you want to see this sour-looking man pour his heart out to one of his associates. Or perhaps you want to make him suffer by tasting nothing but chocolate for two weeks. Anything goes. ~~Really. Anything.~~

If shooting: Please nominate which arrow you're shooting him with. I'm happy to write custom starters if you want.

If encountering him after he's been shot: Please nominate which effect you want for him. Again, I can write a custom starter if that's preferred.

4. Wildcard

If you have some ideas, feel free to send me a PM or leave a comment on the CR meme.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

As if the cold of the river wasn't bad enough, Emet-Selch straightens with a jolt. He whips around, instinctively covering himself. If it wasn't so cold, he'd be blushing.

"What in Zodiark's name are you doing here, Felih?!" he yells back indignantly. He waves one of his hands furiously. "Go away!"

"I got a message- no, that's not important, what's important is why are you in the river? It's freezing!" Felih asks, fluffed up and alarmed. "Get out before you get frostbitten!"

What are you even covering yourself for, Hades. Why this. Felih is so confused. He's seen you naked so many times.

"I am not just going away after finding you in icewater."

He scowls. "Garlean soldiers train their bodies to endure cold water so that they do not freeze up if they fall in. This is nothing compared to the northern mountains!"

He crouches a little lower in the water defiantly. He doesn't want Felih to see his little problem. Nope.

"Did you just- did you just go further into the water? Hades!" He swears, he feels like he's scolding a stubborn dog. "You have five minutes before I call Hythlodaeus to come help me drag you out of that river," he says, tail lashing, before he pushes back through the brush to where he'd left Zidane.

"And I'm telling you that this was standard training in Garlemald!" he yells after Felih.

Muttering to himself, he glances around to make sure no-one else is watching before whistling. His familiar immediately responds, sees his predicament, and gives an odd barking sort of laugh. He scowls.

"Get me a towel already, Nyx."

A smug swish of her tail before she turns to obey. By the time he starts climbing back out of the river, she has a towel in her mouth for him to take. Felih will no doubt be pleased to see the Ascian firmly wrapped in it when he returns.

Felih is still not impressed- if anything, he has more reasons to think of Garlemald as an icy hell. But he does take to warming Hades' clothes, making sure they'll be toasty and dry for when his mate finally comes out of the stream.

His ears perk up when he hears the man approaching, and he huffs softly before trotting to meet him, clothes in hand. "I don't care what torture they put you through in Garlemald," he murmurs, "I would rather not see you putting your body at risk like that."

He offers Hades the warm clothes, clearly antsy about the man being in nothing but a towel in the cold and snow. "And I know you're big, darling, but 'tis hardly something that all your layers of clothing wouldn't hide." He says it without any shame or hesitation whatsoever.

Even if he had been chilled climbing out of the water, his face still somehow manages to go bright red. He gathers the towel even more tightly around himself, eyes darting about in case anyone ELSE is watching.

"I'll thank you not to air such details out in public!" he growls. "And especially not where others can hear!"

A pointed glare to where Zidane surely is, behind the bushes.

Felih's lips quirk at the sight of his mate going red again, a soft purr starting in his chest.

"Then perhaps you should not do such reckless things in public, hm?" he chirps back, tail wiggling behind him mischievously even as he still offers Hades his clothes.

"Besides, he's already seen you in this predicament this entire time, so I doubt it's new information to him. And who else would be around in the cold and forest brush to overhear?"

He snatches his undergarments first, then pants then shirt, using a tree for support as he wriggles into everything. He tries his best to keep...himself out of view of Felih's probing gaze, but the towel keeps threatening to slip off his shoulders.

"You would be surprised," he says darkly. "And 'tis hardly my fault for being shot with that ridiculous arrow."

Felih giggles slightly as he witnesses his mate's attempts to keep himself covered. "Darling, is there much a point in hiding from me?" he chirps softly, now quite glad that he'd set to warming Hades' clothes during the wait. At least it means that he'll have toasty clothes to slip into now, to help him recover from the dip in freezing waters.

"And you were shot with an arrow, then... that would explain it," he muses, raising a brow. He remembers a point Zidane brought up, and then asks, "Love, if you're used to the cold, would such a dip into the river even assist with your 'little' problem?"

He shoots Felih a sullen look. "There is no mortal on the star completely immune to cold. It worked well enough."

He'll just stay at home until the effects wear off.

Felih just raises an eyebrow at him, but when his mate is finished redressing, he tries to tug him down into a soft kiss.

"You know I'm just worried, don't you?" he says much more softly, ears lowering almost apologetically for the teasing, as he pecks him again on the lips. "No matter the situation, I would rather you not submerge yourself in such freezing waters... especially not in this realm where so much seems to be unpredictable."

He sighs and looks away. "I appreciate your concern, but that cold river truly wasn't as cold as you think. This land only sees snow for a few months of the year; Garlemald by contrast only ever showed greenery for a single month."

Well. That comes as even more of a surprise.

"Wait, Garlemald saw greenery at all?" he asks, utterly flabberghasted. With the unbearable cold and the way folk talked about the clime, he had thought it never stopped snowing in that land.

He shakes his head. "Wait, that's not the point, I just... nn. Please, let's just go home and warm up properly? With a hot bath?"

More grumbling, but-- "Fine. If it will put you at ease."

Home, then. It's still strange to think that sometimes, but he could think of worse places to call such.

"It will," Felih responds, hands taking one of Hades' and giving it a firm squeeze. "Thank you," he murmurs next, tugging his beloved down to give him a quick peck on the lips. "And perhaps I can make us dinner afterwards? For all three of us?"

This kind of domestic comfort is something he can only indulge in these realms so far from home, where he is relieved of the burden of being a "hero." It's something he secretly relishes, even if it fills him with guilt. Still, he refuses to heed the guilt. Why shouldn't he love them? Why shouldn't he cherish them, and this opportunity, and this life- while he can?

This is something so painfully out of reach in his own realm. He won't squander this chance.

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