32nd ♫ | find a mechanist, a mechanism, working one-by-one

[mytarget]

OC VOICETEST FOR EIRLYS

Eirlys is a traveling magic-user (a Wizard if we're going to be Technical About D&D) with amnesia and absolutely no memory of her past or uh, much of anything in the way of knowledge about her identity. She's currently out on the hunt for information about herself, but is prone to getting sidetracked because by god, is she a meddler. Cliffnotes/quick overview for meme purposes below:

Eirlys IS:

• Somewhere in her amiguously early-to-mid 20's with a very slim build, standing at about 5'4''. Her skin is extremely pale and her hair is long and white, though it's pinned in a bun at the back of her head with one long piece at the front hanging loose. She's kind of Stunningly Pretty, but in a slightly uncomfortably and off kind of way.
  
• Dressed in mostly in whites and blueish grays and armed with a small dagger and a rapier.
  
• A level 7 Transmutation Wizard, so she's like, pretty okay at magic but not like, The Best
  
• Kind of a squishy wizard, and much, much lighter than she should be, even for her size
  
• Hailing from a D&D game, so her experiences of tech and culture are influenced by that general fantasy time period
  
• Book smart, educated and well-spoken, despite her lack of memories
  
• Well-meaning and unable to keep her nose out of trouble if she thinks she can help
  
• Very formal and slightly stilted , even though by god is she trying her best


Eirlys IS NOT:

• Familiar with modern day culture or technology
  
• Genuinely cruel, actively malicious or mean-spirited to the average person
  
• Very good at social situations -- she isn't antisocial or unsociable but she isn't very good at being friendly or warm
  
• Particularly chatty, but she'll hold up her end of a conversation
  
• Strictly speaking, human
  
• But don't worry about that
  
• :)

Like my usual CMOs, I'm totally happy to roll with assumed CR, AUs, setting transplants, BASICALLY ANYTHING YA LITTLE HEART MAY DESIRE, I'M HERE TO GET ON WITH IT

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Comments

[bolderfell]

Hey, so like. What does she have on her worth stealing

Do I roll an investigation check for that or what

[canescent]

Wow... You nat20'd what are the chances

it's basically just money, her weapons, her spellbook and spell components, and a scholar's pack which just has some books and ink and quills cause she's a NEEEEEEEERRRRD

weirdly she doesn't seem to have any food or food adjacent supplies with her?? It's probably fine

[bolderfell]

[It's totally fine and normal. Like, whatever. She's found her way to town, probably she's going to eat at an inn or something. Travel long enough, and you learn to travel light. If you have to.

Point is, colors like those don't stay fresh and clean like that, unless they're:
1. New, which would indicate money,
2. Very carefully cleaned, which would also indicate money and the fussiness that comes with certain types of money, or
3. Magic, or something. Which is also money.

So Therion's been surreptitiously watching this dainty-looking girl for some time now. She kind of looks like she's never even been outside. The translucence of her skin, her off mannerisms--they all speak of not having been touched in any way by the filth of the world.

So. Money, money, money. Only the rich can afford to wall themselves in like that. And, even better, she should be an easy mark.

But he must have miscalculated or something, because when Therion "accidentally" bumps into her turning a corner, the rough impact knocks her further away than expected. She's lighter than he thought. Instead of snatching what seems like a book, he catches her arm instead and helps hold her up.

Quick. Think of something.]

...Sorry.

[He lets go and steps back.]

You okay?

[canescent]

[ It probably doesn't help that Eirlys herself doesn't seem to be paying much attention to where she walks. Despite being a relatively new face in town, she doesn't take much, if any, interest in her surroundings, like a newcomer to a new town might do. Her focus seems to be elsewhere, so when the two of them collide, she's truly taken off guard.

Her stumbling is about as inelegant as you'd expect and when Therion catches her arm (and her skin, even through the fabric of her sleeve, is unsettlingly cold), she looks – not quite upset, but the otherwise smooth lines of her face crease into a frown.

But then she straightens up, and doesn't bother brushing herself down – she just lets her hands dangle by her sides as she sort of... stares him down. ]

... Yes, I'm uninjured. [ She still? Hasn't broken eye contact with him? Eirlys please ] Was I in the way?

[bolderfell]

[Therion blinks once, and in the space of that blink, he makes a rapid series of recalculations. Stealing from her's a no-go, not with her looking at his face more than half a second. Maybe stealing from this town is out. It takes no time at all to chuck those plans out the window, but this doesn't all have to be for nothing.

He crosses his arms so they're tucked invisibly beneath his shawl, shrugs big, and shakes his head.

Why was her arm so cold?]

Eh. I should've been paying more attention.

[He means that, sincerely. She's odder than expected, and this could either be very good or very bad for someone in his profession. He shifts back, more out of the way, so that if she follows, neither of them will be further jostled by foot traffic.]

Pardon my saying, but you're not from around here, are you?

[canescent]

[ A shake of the head. ]

No, this area isn't at all familiar to me.

[ Which doesn't necessarily mean she isn't from here but – well, that's a much more complicated answer than he probably wanted, so she decides not to give it. For all intents and purposes, it's the truth. ]

I'm simply traveling. Taking stock of the local history as best I can.

[bolderfell]

The local history.

[That's not a common phrase. The local color, sure, or the local wares, but what kind of person goes digging for history?]

So you're some kind of scholar?

[canescent]

Yes. I'm fascinated by history. I've been traveling as much as I can to absorb as much of it as possible.

[ Even with her tone as flat as it generally seems to be, these words still seem a bit rehearsed. At the very least, they're a rote explanation, even if there's apparently nothing shady about it. ]

Do you happen to be from this region?

[bolderfell]

[Scholars are weird like that.]

Can't say I am. I know it well enough, though.

[Scholars... also know a lot more than they think they do, sometimes. Wouldn't be the first time he got a lead off a bookworm.]

Looking for anything in particular?

sincere apologies if i typo, my gf's dnd character is named eirlyss

[chosenofwater]

[So of course someone else screwed up their perception roll and so of COURSE they got besieged by monsters. Jaida grits her teeth as the last of them are dispatched, breathing heavy.]

Shit shit shit, Eirlys, you okay?

[She's hurrying to your side, frantically checking for any wounds. Need some healing?]

lil blanket cw for some blood and injury talk

[canescent]

I've been injured, but it's not anything to be overly worried about.

[ ... so she says, and so you'd think, just looking at her expression and taking in her general lack of concern. But there's a bloody and painful looking bite on her shoulder that she's covering with her hand to keep it from bleeding too much so uh, maybe don't take her at her word. ]

Are you quite well, Jaida?

continued blanket cw for blood/injury talk

[chosenofwater]

[Jaida sputters for a moment on seeing the wound, throwing her hands up into the air.]

Nothing t'be - augh, why are you always like this?! Hold still...

[Despite the frustration, she's careful as she gingerly moves Eirlys's hand away. Ugh, the wound looks awful - the bite looks pretty deep and the blood hasn't slowed down much. Jaida is used to such things - being a Cleric means you see all sorts of wounds - so while she doesn't flinch, she knows she has to heal it soon.

With a few words under her breath and a movement of her hands, her palm glows with the familiar divine energy of a Cure Wounds spell. She nods in satisfaction as the magic takes hold, the wound closing up. Frowning at the torn clothing, she taps it, fixing it up with a Mending.]

Can't really fix up the blood, sorry. But - you better?

[Quietly, Jaida's re-assessing her own magic reserves. She's mostly tapped for the day, maybe only has energy for one more fairly simple spell. The bite has her worried though, the locals said something about some monsters being poisonous...]

continued blanket cw for blood/injury talk but probably the last of it

[canescent]

[ Eirlys' lips pull a little thinner and her eyes crinkle just a little at the corners – even calling it a microexpression is probably overstating things a bit, but it's as close as she gets to giving a smile, usually. Jaida wears her heart so proudly on her sleeve and it always gives her a sort of faint, tickly feeling of amusement to see it, even in a situation like this.

She's a good patient, even if she's not particularly good at the "owning up to an injury" part, sitting quietly and patiently for Jaida to be done with her work. When prompted, she stretches her arm out slowly, flexing her fingers to feel the pull of each muscle and tendon – but there's no pain anymore, just the discomfort of rapidly cooling blood sticky on her clothes and against her skin. ]

Yes – you've done a very clean job of it. There's no more pain.

[ As if to prove it, she reaches out and sets her hand on Jaida's shoulder, then repeats herself: ]

Are you quite well?

[ Don't think she hasn't noticed that you're out of breath. ]

tfw you have to figure out how to explain game mechanics and spells in a narrative sense

[chosenofwater]

[Jaida's more distracted by the blotch, quietly making sure the stain isn't growing. And, well. it was such a nice outfit to stain! But she's a cleric, not a wizard, the best she can do is fix up some wear and tear. Vaguely she remembers an old wizard from home who always could fix up dirt and stains and even bad smells with a couple words - it'd always fascinated her, but wizards never gave up their secrets, so it'd just remain a mystery, even if it would be really useful and -

- oh, right, Eirlys had asked a question, hadn't she?]

More or less?

[A shrug. Look, she's a cast-y cleric, not a fight-y one. Any damage she got isn't enough to worry about for the moment.]

There's something I wanna check though, the villagers said something about poison in the area...

[This is an absolutely stupid move and she knows it, but she uses the last of her magic for the day to cast Detect Poison and Disease. Any poisons, poisonous creatures or diseases within 30 feet of her or were the villagers just full of shit?]

Jamjar First Impressions?

[in4apounding]

[How had she gotten here? She didn't know, no one really did. Not even the nice people that had greeted her and explained the situation. People just woke up here, they said. Waking up itself was still a new, disorienting experience for Penny, nevermind suddenly being in a brand new place.]

[Buuuut, it WAS a new place, and if she was looking for a way home she might as well also look around in general, right? Everything was entirely unfamiliar here-]

Miss Winter?!

[-mostly. Maybe?]

[canescent]

[ Eirlys is... taking things in stride. Which is how she handles most things, but she's especially Staying In Her Lane now. She's not exactly happy to be here, but she's long since accepted there's not really anything she can do about it and she's decided keeping herself safe and comfortable is the priority.

She's been keeping to herself and not really making any acquaintances here – which is why it's a surprise when an unfamiliar girl calls out to her with such, well, familiarity. Eirlys stops sharply and gives her a once-over. ]

I beg your pardon.

[ I promise she isn't mad penny her face is just kind of Like That ]

[in4apounding]

...Oh. I'm sorry. You look- very much like someone I know.

[Even that greeting and expression are worryingly similar to Specialist Schnee, honestly.]

[...is there another, long lost Schnee sister, is that's what's happening here.]

[Because that would be exactly like her romantic dramas, and she's not sure how to deal with that.]

You're not from Remnant, are you?

[canescent]

[ Eirlys opens her mouth to say no, intending to end the conversation there and continue on her way. But something gives her pause. This girl seems so certain that she recognizes her and though she doesn't seem like a familiar face, Eirlys knows perfectly well she can't use that as a barometer for whether or not she should know someone. ]

Who is this woman you say I resemble?

[ Answering a question with a question is kind of suspicious, but she can't help it. She has to ask. ]

[onyxpected]

[hello, friend. There is another waifish girl, not entirely human, over here! but this one has vast superhuman magic powers. On the other hand, she might break in half if the wind blows too hard. So, you know.

She's walking up to Eirlys, looking around in confusion.]

... Where... is this?

[canescent]

[ Eirlyss gives her a once over before letting out a barely audible little huff of breath. It's sort of hard to tell exactly what it's supposed to express. ]

... Would you mind being more specific?

[ She's not being difficult, she just wants to make sure this girl gets the answer she actually wants to whatever question she's asking. ]

[onyxpected]

I don't... know where this is. At all.

[canescent]

Then how precisely did you arrive here? Have you any memory of that at all?

[ She's working up to a point. I promise. ]

[sinfulsheep]

[A slightly inhuman white-haired wizard? Pax could be forgiven for wondering if maybe this girl was another student of his Master. But how to broach the subject? Vast libraries of magical knowledge were pretty easy to hide in, and he would be doing a good job is not for his fluffy almost kirin-like tail twitching behind a bookshelf as he ponders his approach.

Look, Stealth is not an Intelligence skill.]

[canescent]

[ For quite a while, Eirlys gives the impression of not even being aware of his presence. She's quite absorbed by the books and not particularly inclined to distraction. But then, quite suddenly and without looking up from her book, she speaks – ]

If my being here is at all a problem, I can take my leave.

[ She doesn't sound particularly bothered about it, either way. ]

[sinfulsheep]

[The tuft of fur on his tail puffs up like a cat's and vanishes for a moment. Only for the young man to peek out- he's clearly not human. In fact if not for his pale coloring he might look a bit like a tiefling with his curled ram horns and hooves.]

Of course not, darling. I wouldn't want to stop anyone from gaining knowledge...

[canescent]

[ She looks up from her book at last, only long enough to see who it is she's speaking with and then once she's satisfied, her attention goes back to the page. ]

Then may I ask why you've seen fit to interrupt me?

[ Going by the words alone, you'd expect her to sound sharp or even accusatory – but something about her flat, calm tone just steals any bite they might have had. She really is just posing a question. ]

[sinfulsheep]

Hmmhmm~ Well... I am also looking for some specific knowledge, and I've heard you might be just the person to ask.

[canescent]

[ That seems finally get her attention. She closes the book over her finger to mark her place and turns around. ]

Then I suppose I don't have much choice but to help. What are you seeking?

[sinfulsheep]

You are a fellow student of the arcane, correct? Could you tell me who your master is or was?

[canescent]

No.

[ She says it quite calmly and off-handedly, despite what an absolutely shut-down of an answer that was.

In her defense, though, it's the truth: she can't tell him who her master was. It's not like Eirlys herself knows. ]

Will that be all?