isleofavalon | Toward Better Tidings

❦ WHO: Regis Lucis Caelum & Whomever else.
❦ WHAT: Quests, Father & Son fishing trip, and possibly more.
❦ WHEN: Throughout the month of December.
❦ WHERE: Various locations.
❦ WARNINGS: PG-13, Mentions of FFXV spoilers

❦Snow Villas.

There.

[He mutters to himself as he looks over his handiwork.]

That should be big enough.

[Regis doesn't particularly share much fondness for arts or crafts but once he heard that the fairies were in need of some assistance, he didn't hesitate to help. While others are building snowmen and the likes for their diminutive guests, Regis is here forming these sparkling translucent ice bubbles upon the branches of nearby trees. He figures that the fairies would appreciate these spacious bubbles, especially since he made sure to make the inside hollow enough for the creatures to enter. While he's uncertain whether or not the fairies will use them, Regis can't help but admit that these lovely bubbles do add a hint of charm to icy landscape.

It's just a damn shame it's so cold out today. Regis can barely feel his fingers anymore despite his gloves. The winters in Avalon seem harsher than that of Lucis.]

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❦Who is Jack Bredbeddle?

[Now this is a curious matter, one that Regis isn't very enthused about. There's a young man venturing through town leaving chaos in his wake. He goes by the name of Jack Bredbeddle and judging from what the locals claim, there's more than one of him. News about this fiendish man reached Regis's ears shortly after returning from the woods. While this was surely a bounty meant for more experienced hunters, Regis couldn't help but take it in hopes of figuring out the mystery that is Jack Bredbeddle.

That's why he's holed up at a local tavern keeping an eye out for the wanted man. It's been a long time since Regis visited a bar like this. While he was never much of a drinker in his youth, Regis used to visit such places when he was on the road. Clarus and others would always find an excuse to pay Lestallum a visit, especially during the hazy summers. That was long before Regis became king and long before he lost his stomach for alcohol.

Nursing a glass of water as he waits for the man to appear, Regis pauses briefly once he spots someone fitting Jack's description lingering at the bar. It looked just like the man upon the wanted poster, except for his eyes. There were black as night with a tinge of red. Regis discreetly glances down at the image on his phone, his brow knitting a little confusion as he peeks over at the man.

Somethings not right here but Regis can't place his finger on it.]

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❦Ice Fishing.

[Fishing is something that Regis used to enjoy in leisure. Unlike his son who swears to be the 'God of Fishing", Regis is average at best. He can catch your occasional trout and seabass with relative ease but as for the more exotic fish, poor Regis never had much luck. However, he never allowed that to deter him in the past. For him, it's the tranquility that comes with this hobby that attracts him more than the promise of a free lunch. Even so, Regis cannot help but feel a bit frustrated that he hasn't been able to get a single bite today.

While the lake here isn't completely frozen as of yet, Regis couldn't help but lament his decision to come out here in the blistering cold to relive the days of his youth. It's cold out, even colder by the lake. There's not a single soul within miles. All that's here is the icy blue skies above and the snowy landscape around him. Regis sticks out like a sore thumb among all this white frost, his dark silhouette noticeable in the pale light.]

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❦Wildcard.

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[Alec is more or less freshly arrived and looks like death only barely warmed over. Though he is wearing three scarves and a large coat he is quite obviously freezing and doesn't look like he's gotten much sleep.

He has no idea what in the world is going on and half doesn't want to believe what is going on, so for now he stands on the sidelines and watches the man form ice bubbles out of fuck all and wondering where the hell his life went wrong.

He'll come bother in a moment, unless addressed first, he just has to take a moment to wrap his mind around it. ]

[To be fair, Regis was in a similar predicament a few weeks ago. He arrived here just moments after his death. It took him a few days to adjust and even now, he still struggles to do so. That's why he gives the gaunt-looking man a slight nod when he sees him. To say the least, he's sympathetic towards all the new arrivals here.]

You look as if you've seen better days.

[While he doesn't expect an answer, Regis hopes he can get the poor man to speak. After all, it would be rather awkward if he decided to cling to his silence.]

[a rough laugh that turns into a bit of a cough. But after it he looks faintly amused]

No.

[a beat]

Maybe too long ago to count.

[but forget that. He folds his arms tightly for warmth and blinks red lined eyes]

Fairies? Really? Is there some LSD in the water or are ...are we all really here?

[It's that hint of disbelief that causes Regis to smirk somewhat. While he cannot help but pity this poor man, he honestly can't stop himself from chuckling once he hears the comment.]

I can assure you, we're really here and these fairies are as real as you and I.

[The old king states with a faint smile.]

Tell me, are such wonders truly so uncommon?

Mmphm. [he sucks in a breath and clears his throat]

I would have said no. Where I'm from, it's fantasy. The people who say they see fairies are usually a few short of a dozen. Now I don't know.

[he rubs his arms]

Did you come in knowing that...bubble thing?

Not quite.

[Regis says as he creates another one of those bubbles out of ice. The tips of his fingers glow with a bright blue light as he touches the pointy end of a nearby branch. The light suddenly transforms into a drop of water that keeps expanding until it becomes a translucent sphere. It's a fairly simple spell judging from the looks of it but a rather wasteful display of power despite Regis's altruistic goals.]

While I'm no stranger to magic, the sorcery of this realm differs greatly from my own.

[He admits with a hint of discontent in his tone.]

There's still much I need to learn.

That's beautiful. [he can appreciate artistry when he sees it] Terrifying but beautiful.

[a pause and then]

Aren't you ever afraid of it? What it can do? What others can do? These are things that...people are just not meant to deal with.

Am I afraid of it? [The question causes Regis to pause but only for a moment.] Yes, I suppose I am.

[He answers truthfully as he creates another ice bubble within the palm of his gloved hands.]

It's logical to be somewhat afraid, isn't it?

[Just as he says that the icy bubble within his palm is suddenly engulfed in bright red flames. It will take a while before Regis has full mastery over the elements but he's doing rather well for himself.]

However, I refuse to let that fear hinder me.

Edited 2020-12-11 17:54 (UTC)

[he yelps at the fire and hurridly scoops up snow to douse it but it doesn't seem to matter. Was it part of his magical ability?

Christ, he felt like he was in some children's fantasy.]

Right... not letting it hinder you. Good idea... [he dropped the snow and rubbed his hands together and looked around]

How... do you manage not to feel like an idiot for trying then... [this wasn't directed at him but he wouldn't mind an answer]

[The fright within the other's eyes causes Regis to pause but he doesn't laugh. He realizes that to the uninitiated that this form of magic looks quite bizarre. The comely gent before him is as mundane as they come. Just the average bloke struggling to accept the impossible. It humors Regis a bit. However, he cannot help but feel a bit apologetic for startling him.]

Fear not, I'm not on fire. [He states just seconds before quelling the flames with just a snap of his fingers.] Or rather I was but I was in no danger.

[He gives them a sympathetic glance at the next question, a little unsure how to answer.]

Trust me, you're no idiot. It takes a while to grow accustomed to the magic here.

Mmphm.

[he looks around and then, feeling like an idiot, holds out his hand, palm up, towards the treeline]

Come on then. I won't hurt you.

[he's speaking to something above, though it might be hard to see. After a moment there is a flutter and a fat white snow bird comes to land in his palm, fluffing up and looking wary.

Alec is just going to have a moment and try to hide it. He's blinking a bit and swallowing convulsively. Then with a wry smirk and a rough voice]

Don't worry, I'm not going to break out in song.

[Regis cannot help but arch his brow once the little snowbird suddenly plops down within the man's hands. It seems that the gentleman before him can communicate with the animals of this realm. While Regis doesn't know much about this odd practice, he's rather curious about it. After all, he hasn't met very many who can.]

Is that your familiar?

[He questions quietly as if not to disturb the little bird. The poor thing looks as if it's ready to bolt within a moment's notice.]

If not, then are you...some sort of beastmaster?

I don't think I have one. [or he hasn't seen it. He strokes the bird's side with his thumb. It slowly relaxes, poofing and flattening a bit so it looks a bit like a feathery snowball with eyes.]

I've no idea. It's just something I felt I could do. It's--an odd sort of certainty isn't it?

[A thoughtful hum escapes Regis as he watches the man soothe the snowbird. While he's rather invested in learning elemental magic, Regis read a few chapters in regards to the other denominations of magic. Animal empathy and animal telepathy seem to fall under the umbrella of animal magic. While there are other forms of animal magic out there, Regis doesn't quite understand how one's affinity with animals could act as a magical skill within its own. It's something that most would only hear about in fairytales and yet here they are.]

That it is. [He admits with a chuckle as he watches with intrigue.] In all truth, I don't see how such a skill would be advantageous in combat unless you could possibly enthrall larger beasts.

[That's food for thought. Is this man able to enthrall a wolf or a bear? Regis somewhat wants to test that theory.]

Have you tried to summon your familiar? Perhaps they could offer some insight here.

Combat. [he makes a face] Does everything have to be solved by fighting? [it was probably best he not get involved in combat since he might not even survive it even if he didn't-- what did they do here? Get stabbed by swords? Christ]

Summon it... how would I even do that? Dance naked under the moon? [it's a joke, sort of. he doesn't want to know if it's real]

Toward Better Tidings

Snow Villas

alec's expression is an entire mood

most of them are tbh Alec is the 2020 experience

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