wyrmscaled.

haha. we were hoping for happy memories? i’m here to ruin that just a little! here’s a starter call for dreamscape for phares from dragalia lost! this will be capped at three. 

unfortunately this guy doesn’t have too many happy memories - so this’ll be a bit heavier on his part! however, i will throw the very few bittersweet / happy memories he has out there! 

examples are below the cut for references to child death, terminal illness, and possession!

thin ,   pale  hand  shifts  to  join          his  other  one  over  at  the  table  in  which  porcelain  cups  of  tea  laid  still .   both  young  -  appearing  men  were  too  lost  in  conversation   &   whispers  to  care  for  any  more  refreshments ,   though  it  was  a  nice  change  having  another  join  him  for  tea  in  the  cold  afternoon .   phares  was  proving  to  be  a  wonderful  companion ,   the  frenchman  finding  enjoyment  in  having  him  over .  

      ❝   is that so ?   having tea   &   chatting were the basis of all things considered fun when i was younger .   ❞     although  former  earl  already  looked  youthful ,   centuries  of  experience  rolled  casually  off  the  tongue .     ❝   although it’s was so often littered with pleasantries   &   easily misconstrued words ,   i can imagine how one would find it rather blasé .   ❞

       the  count  would  admit   :   ever  since  vibrant  cerulean  had  landed  on  phares ,   curiosity  had  maimed  him .   nearly  the  very  same  kind  which  had  prompted  joseph  to  invite  strangers  to  be  subjects  of  his  photography .   THE  EYES .   frankly  speaking ,   joseph  desaulniers  liked  the  look  in  their  eyes .

       ❝   …   mon cher ,   practice some amour  -  propre .   ❞     an  unfaltering  smile  finds  the  warm  teacup  pressed  to  it ,   sipping  down  the  red  tea  as  he  takes  pause  to  lighten  up  his  words .     ❝   everybody has stories to tell ,   feelings   &   thoughts   &   memories all shaping us into unique forms   ;   i’m curious why you think the way you do .   chérie ,   do you believe you have nothing of value to say ?   ❞

       another  pause ,   then  a  chuckle .     ❝   do not be tense .   i simply love to learn about the lives of others .   will you not tell me why you mostly stuck to yourself before i approached ?   ❞

“Oh, yes, yes. My childhood,” or part of it, regardless. “...was quite the same. One of my sisters always did adore her tea parties, and I was a regular attendee.”  Their brothers were oft too busy, swinging around wooden swords in the courtyard in attempts to prove themselves to one another, and to themselves. And around that time...the twins were much too young, and Beren had already been hidden away from the world. So it was usually just himself, Chelle, and one of her many finely made plush toys. Father would join from time to time, or the boys after their training...

So long did Phares ache for their genuine company again. It was well over a decade before he received it, all in thanks to Xenos. Though it was him to thank as well, that Phares even sat here today.

“It’s just been awhile since I was in the right mind to enjoy this sort of thing. Much too busy with experiments. But your words do hold some truth, given that my sister did end up becoming a master at gathering information. Espionage is her specialty.” 

It was quiet, and peaceful...quite honestly, the exact sort of day Phares needed. They had spent much time in this strange new city just exploring and familiarizing themself with the world at large that they had hardly taken the time to just sit down and relax. Thankfully - he had found just the thing to do that!

As much as the prince loved reading, nothing calmed the nerves like a little gardening. Small, ceramic pots for a few medicinal herbs and other various little sprouts. For as much as Uranus’ mana did to aid in his survival, it could not cover all the grounds. The pain wrought by the white scales protruding from his skin was up to him to soothe.

Well, and they couldn’t deny that a few of these plants were just for personal experiments or for tea blends. Had to have a bit of fun between everything!

...or at least, he was hoping to have a bit of fun. It didn’t quite seem like things would be that way, given the basketball now currently resting over the remains of at least two of his plants, just as he finished potting them.

canon questionnaire ( accepting! )

What made you pick up this character?

Well, before I brought Phares to Isola I was writing Euden - their younger brother and the game's protagonist instead! This was mostly just because...well, Phares' "alive" status was kinda up in the air during that timeframe lmao. But genuinely - Phares has been my favorite Dragalia Lost character since he was revealed in Ch. 8 of the campaign! While the "Phares" shown then and the Phares in the current canon are actually two entirely different people - the real Phares grew way more on me than the individual who was in control of his body we met originally. Once Phares got the confirmation of being alive and no longer possessed? Well. That's all it took for me to pick him up here.

11. Are there some things you dislike about how the show/series/etc. portray the character you have picked up? If so, what?

staring out the sole window in the room – too small to fit through, even if it weren’t locked -, his ears twitch at the sound of the other’s question.

“this crap?” carelessly tossing the item he’d been examining back onto the table, he eyes the rest disdainfully, “nothing.” the technology is clearly modern, but he’s never come across any of these tools – well, except one.

“that thing though,” he gestures to the light the man is currently holding, “that’s a uv light.” the blue-purple glow is familiar to him, frequent greenhouse visitor that he is; some plants are too sensitive to be subjected to temperature regulatory magic, so the school makes use of uv rays for the particular fussy ones.

that doesn’t explain the glowing handprint, though.

“you tried looking for more of those?” he asks, after a moment spent examining the print in silence. “whatever left that s’bound to leave more.”  

A UV light...strange. Phares couldn’t recall a single moment where he had heard the term, but he stored it away in his mind for later use. After they got out of this situation - whatever it was - he’d have to go and buy his own to run some experiments, test it out some. The differences between a UV and a normal light...

Ah. That wasn’t important right now. What was important was looking around for more of these handprints, or anything else that might show up under the purple light of the device he held.

“I’ll see about looking for more now...though I do have to say it’s odd for us to be thrown in this situation without much forewarning. Especially regarding all the tools they provided for us. Were they hoping we’d know how to use them in advance?”

Even in an experiment of the unknown, you’d think you’d get a little guidance, if nothing else. At least how to turn all of these things on - maybe he could figure out the rest from there, given time.

Originally, Nick Valentine is quite good with cases like these but it’s time for Piper to shine in the investigatives. Common corpses are pretty common that a murder case can be quite everywhere if this was her world.

She began to identify the way of how the corpse was shot, finding out if it was gunpowder, radioactive or from an energy laser weaponry. The reporter-detective had to use her knowledge from her world to solve this problem out along with Phares. It reminds her of something from her world when she was tagged along, hunting down Kellogg. “It sounded like an indirect murder. Either this one got in the gunman’s way or some kind of a mystery vendetta.” Piper did started to take notes on everything seen today. “Rare chance could be both.” She added.

“I’d like to hear your ideas in this but that will do.” She closes her notes and her eyes on the man.

“Oh my, with a wound like that I’m not sure I’d call it an indirect murder...” 

Though more importantly, what was a gunman? What was a gun, even? Some strange weapon of this world is what it sounded like, and he could use context clues throughout their conversation to figure out the rest. A mercenary is what he would compare it to in his mind, for now.

“I haven’t thought of a motive as much as I have the cause of death itself, but it’s obvious that their body has been rather mutilated by a weapon that’s caused multiple puncture wounds across their body. Some of them go straight through but others...well, my bet is that they’re still lodged in there.”

Digging one out could lead to more answers...but as willing as Phares was to get his hands dirty and dig them right into the wounds, he wasn’t sure if the others here would take so kindly to it. They were being rather cautious about not disturbing the crime scene after all. 

@stormlashed​

Aw, crap. Here we go again.  Really, they’d JUST adjusted to the strange place of Spirale. Like, literally just gotten used to it. So, one could imagine Moon’s shock when she walked down the street only to reach the end of it and suddenly be in an unfamiliar field.

 Huh?  …What?

Moon looked left and right, furrowing their brow as they tried to spot something familiar. No dice, huh…? They gave a silent groan and started trudging through the field to find more people. God forbid they stay in one universe for more than a week, right?   Suddenly, the ground shook beneath them. She stuck out her arms for balance, trying not to fall, and inevitably failing. As she fell back on her keister, she was suddenly greeted by a large beast that looked something an Aurorus- only much bigger and rougher looking!   Unbeknowst to Moon, this was a brontosaurus, walking over her with little a care in the world. Not wanting to be stepped on by the inattentive creature, they rolled out of the way and ducked for cover, staring with wide eyes as they noticed the many large, frightening (and sort of cool?) creatures that seemed to occupy this new and strange area. Certain nothing was looking her way now, she clutched her Rowlett to her chest and slid down behind her cover, Moon gave a heavy sigh.

 She wasn’t ALONE here, right?!

Strange. In all his years of research and travel, Phares had never heard of any dragons appearing like this.

Perhaps they should be holding a level of caution in traveling around all these creatures - not all of them seemed friendly, they could tell from just a glance - but curiosity killed the cat and he was more than willing to lay his head on the chopping block in the pursuit of knowledge.

...to a degree.

...okay, to a strong degree. But only because he had promised Leonidas and Chelle that he would be more cautious when it came to his health and survival, mind you!

“If only I had my journal on me, this experience would be so much more thrilling,” They mused aloud with a sigh, resting their head against their hand as they watched some of the larger dragons(?) walk across a field in a herd. Though that alone confirmed they probably weren’t dragons; they didn’t usually travel in groups.

But more importantly than that realization was the fact that he could see another person sitting in the field that had held the strange creatures moving along. They slumped further to the ground after the herd had moved out of their way, like a sense of relief had washed over them. Had they been hiding? 

Phares carefully made his way over, a smile on his face as he approached the teenager and offered them a hand so they could stand.

Swiveling in his chair, Phares couldn’t help but twirl the hologram star-map around in his hands for a moment longer before settling it down on the table, allowing it to project perfectly the surroundings of their not-so-humble ship.

Space. A frontier they never truly believed they’d get to explore - the final frontier, some may say! - but here they were. Their latest expedition on this ship lead to both he and the others aboard the vessel to discovering locations for not just one, but potentially multiple new planets. Unexplored planets, just waiting to be documented and researched...! 

It was practically a dream come true. 

“What do you think we’ll find here, hm?” They asked, turning to one of the other explorers traveling with them. “New species, intelligent life, new plant life...well, all of it is very much possible...so I suppose a better question would be to ask what you’re most excited to find?”

He couldn’t possibly pin down one answer himself, curiosity was always a vice of his, but should he get an answer from someone else...that could narrow their field of research to one specific topic.

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