[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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[dravanicide]

[Estinien nods, though it's a shallow one. He's certainly aware of his surroundings--he can't not be, but it doesn't change that lack of awareness isn't quite his issue.

He opens his mouth to say something--but a wholly familiar feeling rips through him like a jolt, and he praises Halone that he's facing Alphinaud. Because, in the next moment his curse is making an uninvited appearance in the form of a tail forming from seemingly no where.

Estinien holds still, hoping that the sounding thud against the counter, and the shake to his glass isn't all that obvious. The visual is hidden well enough behind him. For the time being, anyways.

Estinien stays silent though, because what does one say when a dragon tail just appears out of your ass? Or, rather, above it.]

[alphinerd]

[The nod is answer enough. Alphinaud knows that Estinien isn't wordy. But the moment he opens his mouth to bring up the fact that Yenh had told him about the curse, his ears pick up what he thinks to be a soft thud. His face pinches in a frown, and he peers at Estinien, not having seen the slight shake.]

Did you... hear something?

[Is Yenh here after all? Or had the sound come from outside?]

[dravanicide]

The wind.

[He says it quickly, holding himself unnaturally still. It's not that he's exactly embarrassed of this curse, it's more like... he's humiliated by it. Totally different.]

Do you wager you will learn aught of merit from being her apprentice?

[Totally moving on with topics, because he needs to keep Alphinaud engaged while he tries to figure out a way out of this situation.]

[alphinerd]

[The wind. Alphinaud is silent for a moment, peering at Estinien as if he doesn't quite believe him with such a quick response. But for now, he'll move on.]

I hope I can. I know not what information is stored within the castle, but as an apprentice, I am more likely to access that information than a guard or someone from the village.

[He hesitates a moment, then takes a long pull from his glass.]

... Yenh told me about what the Mistress did to you.

[dravanicide]

[Estinien makes no move as Alphinaud talks, save for a slight affirming nod that may leave one to question if he moved at all.

Until Alphinaud shares that zinger, and Estinien finds himself letting out an ill deliberate sigh. Of course she would. If anything, he owes her nothing for this little break in. The wine's barely enough for what damage she's caused with this.]

'Tis naught worth fretting. I am in control.

[alphinerd]

You may be in control, but that does not stop the fact that you blatantly threatened someone so dangerous!

[It's clear in his voice that he's worried. His voice is tight and ever so slightly gaining in pitch, and he eventually has to take a calming breath and an even more calming sip of wine.]

If she is capable of turning you into... into something like that, there is no telling what she is fully capable of. We must needs be cautious and treat our situation with a bit of finesse.