[If there is one thing Ravus wants absolutely nothing to do with, it's rings with mysterious powers. And yet, as his terrible fortune would have it, a sales representative descends upon him, all smiles despite his tall, severe appearance. (Maybe she thought he was in need of the ring because of his imposing appearance.) So she takes his right hand, instead of his prosthetic left hand, shoving the ring on his little finger with a chirpy, 'Please try our new product!'. A flash of panic jolts through him and he jerks his hand away with a fearful expression. Immediately he tries to tear it off, but to no avail.]
What is this?! [He snaps at her, but the rep is already descending on other unwilling 'customers', while Ravus finds the ring compelling him to head outside and into the crowd. He doubts this is as dangerous as the Ring of the Lucii, but he's not about to take any chances, so he's still wrenching desperately at his finger.] No-- I must get this off--
[Do you help? Or maybe you're unfortunate enough to have a matching ring? Maybe you should just keep walking in the other direction, given how angry and agitated he's getting.]
( Prompt E - 2 )
[One misfortune tends to beget another. So it is with Lord Ravus Nox Fleuret, Supreme Commander of the Niflheim imperial army, meeting the dignified and not at all humiliating fate of being dumped into a sewer. His long, trailing white robe is already soiled around his ankles, he imagines beyond all rescue, and his armoured greaves and sabatons likely aren't faring much better. Still, there's no point in complaining about it when all he can do is try to get out as quickly as possible.
The more he stews silently on his feelings of resentment and frustration, though, the more cloying the smell seems to become, and the harder it is to move. He grips the wall with his clawed magitek hand, as if dragging himself along might actually be effective.
He turns to the person accompanying him, making an expression of disgust at the worsening smell.]
It is impossible to go through this way. We must turn back at once. [... Little does Ravus realise he's causing the problem, here.]
( Prompt B )
[By now Ravus has swallowed his pride enough to at least look at the task board, even if he balks at the idea of taking on menial jobs or, equally unappealing, becoming a sellsword for hire. Yet his skills as a warrior are truly his best, so he finds himself scanning the monster hunt postings with curiosity.]
So, this land is blighted with such creatures as well. But what of daemons...?
( Prompt G )
[Wildcard it up! Feel free to PM me if you want to discuss any specific ideas; I'm game for anything.]
Ravus Nox Fleuret | Final Fantasy XV
[If there is one thing Ravus wants absolutely nothing to do with, it's rings with mysterious powers. And yet, as his terrible fortune would have it, a sales representative descends upon him, all smiles despite his tall, severe appearance. (Maybe she thought he was in need of the ring because of his imposing appearance.) So she takes his right hand, instead of his prosthetic left hand, shoving the ring on his little finger with a chirpy, 'Please try our new product!'. A flash of panic jolts through him and he jerks his hand away with a fearful expression. Immediately he tries to tear it off, but to no avail.]
What is this?! [He snaps at her, but the rep is already descending on other unwilling 'customers', while Ravus finds the ring compelling him to head outside and into the crowd. He doubts this is as dangerous as the Ring of the Lucii, but he's not about to take any chances, so he's still wrenching desperately at his finger.] No-- I must get this off--
[Do you help? Or maybe you're unfortunate enough to have a matching ring? Maybe you should just keep walking in the other direction, given how angry and agitated he's getting.]
( Prompt E - 2 )
[One misfortune tends to beget another. So it is with Lord Ravus Nox Fleuret, Supreme Commander of the Niflheim imperial army, meeting the dignified and not at all humiliating fate of being dumped into a sewer. His long, trailing white robe is already soiled around his ankles, he imagines beyond all rescue, and his armoured greaves and sabatons likely aren't faring much better. Still, there's no point in complaining about it when all he can do is try to get out as quickly as possible.
The more he stews silently on his feelings of resentment and frustration, though, the more cloying the smell seems to become, and the harder it is to move. He grips the wall with his clawed magitek hand, as if dragging himself along might actually be effective.
He turns to the person accompanying him, making an expression of disgust at the worsening smell.]
It is impossible to go through this way. We must turn back at once. [... Little does Ravus realise he's causing the problem, here.]
( Prompt B )
[By now Ravus has swallowed his pride enough to at least look at the task board, even if he balks at the idea of taking on menial jobs or, equally unappealing, becoming a sellsword for hire. Yet his skills as a warrior are truly his best, so he finds himself scanning the monster hunt postings with curiosity.]
So, this land is blighted with such creatures as well. But what of daemons...?
( Prompt G )
[Wildcard it up! Feel free to PM me if you want to discuss any specific ideas; I'm game for anything.]