[OPEN] everything is terrible

[alphinerd]

Who: Alphinaud and YOU!
What: Alphinaud is out and about exploring his new surroundings.
When: Some early September afternoon
Where: The village
Warnings: SPOILERS FOR STORMBLOOD and also for Aymeric's junk, you have been warned

[What little Alphinaud had seen of the castle certainly seemed... impressive might be a word for it, though that spoke a bit too much of appreciation for his liking. Intimidating might be the better word usage, considering that in the bell or two he'd spent walking around trying to adjust to that setting, he'd seen far more phalluses than he'd truly been prepared for, even with his limited knowledge of the place. He'd been shown to his quarters, had sorted through the wardrobe - mostly full of things he had no desire to put on his person - and after his brief look-about, he'd had enough of decidedly lewd things for the day.

Thus, he had headed out into the village, in hopes that there might be a bit less blatant pornography, and a few friendly faces besides. Hopefully not too friendly, of course, but anyone willing to talk about something that wasn't related to intercourse would be a godsend.

Of course, he wouldn't be so lucky with the blatant pornography. Not when the fountain in the square has a statue of the Mistress bathing, of all things, upon it. Which leaves him - quite literally - running into someone when he's unable to tear his eyes away.]

Oh! My apologies, I didn't--

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[alphinerd]

[Horrified, moreso than terrified. Who would choose such a theme for decorating? It seems a bit much.]

Ah, y-yes, I... My apologies. I am still gaining my bearings here, and I was not exactly expecting to see a... statue such as this.

[maledictus_semper]

That's quite alright. Quite a daunting place this, isn't it? I know it took me a while to get used to the Mistress and her land of lewdness.

[He offered the young boy a warm smile and noticed just how young he was. What was he? Eighteen? If that. How young did the Mistress want her playthings?]

Ardyn Izunia.

[He held his hand out to shake.]

[alphinerd]

I'm afraid I may never get used to this sort of thing. If so, it will take quite a long time.

[The man seems kind, though, and he offers a smile in return. And his hand, too, once a handshake is offered. His grip is firm, but not strong.]

Alphinaud Leveilleur. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

[maledictus_semper]

I'm still getting used to it myself as it stands. The level of sexual activity is quite....shocking considering the antiquity of the world we live in. It seems some people have no shame whatsoever, whilst I like to try and keep my dignity intact.

[Whatever is left of that.]

You have quite the name, Alphinaud. What do you do for a living back home might I ask?

[alphinerd]

I cannot imagine that there is any difficulty with population in this place... Save, perhaps, for too big a population. But I can respect a man that tries to maintain dignity in the face of such depravity.

[The question causes him to tilt his head - he's no stranger to his name being thought a mouthful, though the reaction is more recognition of his grandfather than anything.]

I deal in diplomatic relations and tactics. And yourself?

[maledictus_semper]

I'm the Chancellor of a place known as Niflheim back home in Eos. A great empire forged on technology, power and a huge army waiting to follow orders. A shame I might not see it again.

[Ah, those Magitek troopers.]

Which position did the Mistress seek to place you in? I'm an Apprentice.

[alphinerd]

... technology?

[For a brief moment, he looks surprised. A Garlean? But he doesn't possess the third eye that Garleans do, nor does he have the pale hair that they all seem to have. Perhaps it is only a similarity, then... but an eerie one.]

I am also an Apprentice. It is good to meet another in the same position.

[maledictus_semper]

Yes, powerful technology combining magic with science. It really is wonderful.

[Some see it as an abomination making humans into cloned soldiers.]

We are of the same cloth it seems. The Mistress does love to....dress us in these delightful rags. Back home I prefer to walk around in many layers of luxurious fabrics.

[Hobo fashion, actually. Just ask Noctis or Ignis, they'd soon tell you.]

[alphinerd]

A nation exists in my world, as well, where technology reigns. Garlemald does not sound familiar to you, does it?

[It's worth a shot. If it sounds familiar, he may need to be more cautious, but hopefully it is all coincidence.]

So long as it is comfortable and relatively modest, that is good enough for me. The majority of our wardrobe options seemed... lacking, to say the least, but full glad am I that we do have options.