#seascrapes

I feel like there’s probably always some part of me in my characters, even when they’re quite different than me. Kestrel is fairly different from me in most aspects. But something I think we share is a desire to learn new things. Even if it’s not necessarily going to be useful later up, just learning and experiencing new things is a goal. I think we also both have a tendency to let ourselves get talked into things. That’s maybe something to get better at lol. Let share my tendency to be a bit overwhelmed in social crowds, and just kind of retreat when that happens. 

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

The time grows late, the candle’s flame grows low, the household falls hushed. Hands lay intertwined,soft breaths intermingle, and tails lay interwoven, close in comfort. Cae lies facing her husband, studying his features as he shares with her his thoughts, hopes, dreams... secrets. 

The call of duty, jobs, adventure... life, calls them apart almost as much as they are together. A rare night in a shared bed is a blessing, one they both appreciate. When the night falls, and darkness overtakes the world, this time is theirs.

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

This seemingly innocent question strikes lancing pain into Cae’s chest... her heart... her soul. She looks at the life around her, the family she’s found, her husband, her friends, her clinic, her home. She is happy, she is loved. And yet...

The cage... built of guilt and missing memories, rattles loudly. A sound only she can hear. In the cage is darkness.. and with in the darkness swirls the missing memories and guilt of her parents and the events of the calamity that lead to them missing, both in memory and in life.

The choices she made, the paths she took, the lack of reasoning and loss they resulted in.  She has found freedom in her life, except for the cage weighing her down. 

If she had the option to go back in time... she knows she could unlock the cage, knows she could find answers in the dark and shine a light on the heavy questions that plague her late at night. Yet... at what cost? Is the cost this life? This love? This family? She is happy... but does she deserve that happiness? If the answers at that bottom of the box show that not all is right in the world... then perhaps she shouldn’t have what she has today. 

Serella and Aymeric have 3 places they can both agree on are special places for them, outside of their respective homes: 

1. Zenith. Even before I had written, “I will not ask (and neither should You,)” I knew that Zenith, and by proxy, the Churning Mists, would be a place of some significance for them. Hard for it not to, considering he directly references it when he admits to wanting to adventure. Zenith is, well, the zenith of their mutual pining. It’s the place where, after everything that had come before it, it was about as much as either of them could take, not saying anything about that growing, budding something between them they didn’t want to name yet. Eventually, when they get to have their first adventure, it was going to be the last stop in their adventure before going home. It’s where they go first, on the adventure they take as their honeymoon, whenever the heck they get married.

2. The orphanage in Foundation. Aside from monetary contributions the both of them make toward it- as well as donations of food, blankets, clothes, and toys, in Serella’s case- they both take time when they can to read to the children. They had both actually done it apart from one another, and found out on accident that the other was also doing it. It’s something of a loving competition now, to see which one of them tells stories the best. Serella is unendingly envious of Aymeric’s ability to put on all the voices and really get into telling the stories...but she tells the better stories, so it all balances out :p

3. The airship landing in the Pillars. It’s a place in a permanent state of transience, of coming and going, and the two of them are more aware of that than most. Aymeric likes seeing Serella off when he can- and if he happens to know what ship she’ll be getting off on, he’ll go out of his way to make sure he’s there to greet her home. With Vardr, if he can manage it, because her dog is perpetually in competition with him for who misses her more.

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🎶 hmm not rly! i used to listen to a couple of the slower agent fresco songs but now I just listen to whatever isn’t distracting while writing! and also isn't distracting from the tone, too. usually that ends up being nils frahm or max ritcher, tho lately ive been too sleepy from them

👿 For Nolanel, that’s def his anger, intolerance, tendency to fret, and whenever his brain just Doesn’t Work. They’re the type of things that would ruin his life p easily if he wasn’t aware of them and actively tried to overcome them; still he’s ostracized plenty of people, temporarily or not, by antagonizing them bc of his own issues. A lot of the time that’s his inability to express himself in a proper way. His concern comes out as petulant or angry, or an annoyance he doesn’t complain about can become something he explodes over in the wrong moment (see: body-checking Max when she stepped too close, and chucking a mug at Xan when she insulted Elliot). Now he’s banned from the Bell HQ and also his ankle is broken so that’s fun!

DETERMINATION : Which emotion motivates your character to do what they do?

If you were to ask Cyril, he would say he is not motivated by any particular emotion, but instead is simply a businessman motivated by profit and logistics. And while he does indeed take into account the aforementioned regularly, that is hardly his primary, personal motivation.

As an individual, in truth he is motivated strongly - if not entirely - by his nigh insurmountable greed. Once he has made a decision, there is often nothing that can be done to dissuade him until he gets whatever it may be that he wants.

Along with being selfish, entitled, and avaricious - Cyril also loves the thrill of what he does. Particularly now that he’s older and wiser, able to enter dangerous situations with confidence and sometimes cockiness, he adores the adventure and chaos that can happen in his line of work. He genuinely loves to terrify and frighten, loves the adrenaline of the chase, or the excitement of the stalk. And then of course he is known to be an exceptionally cruel and horridly sadistic captor, should one have the misfortune of coming under his control - but that is no secret, nor is it something he’s shy about.

Though he absolutely takes his trade very seriously, and handles the details with a certain poise and professionalism, he deep down has a childish streak in him, and sometimes treats his job like more of a game, as if it’s all for his personal entertainment. Which, to some small extent and in certain scenarios, I suppose it is.

Though, of course, there’s a fine line between enjoyable chaos and truly dangerous chaos. It stops being enjoyable for Cyril when either he or his crew are in too much danger, as well as when the risk of him losing whatever it is he wants becomes too great.

And then, perhaps predictably, he hates to lose.

7. What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling? 

Piers, ships, bells. Rothe worked as a longshoreman on Vesper’s docks.  The chime of in and outgoing ships can still be heard on the upper decks, but the Bismarck kitchen drowns them out until late in the evening. Going from vastly working on Ul’dah’s trade fleet to seeing ships from around Hydaelyn is grounding, to say the least!

B) What inspired you to create them?

I wanted to give the game another go so I made Rothe! We upgraded to PS4 when HW released so not dealing with PS3′s lag was, uh, a big motivational factor to try again. I initially was just going for a hotheaded pugilist but then he turned into a pigheaded culinarian lmao,

“I’ve heard of Valentione’s Day! It is a western tradition that I absolutely adore! Who wouldn’t want a day to surprise their loved ones!”

Ever since Nabi learned of it, she relished in the opportunity to put hearts here and there on their loved one’s belongings as a surprise. As a child, these gestures of affection were lavished onto her mother and her adoptive Hingan aunt and uncle, all of whom were confounded but no less amused. They would come home to find small hearts cut from origami paper with little bird figurines.

More recently, she has tried her hand in baking Anchor something appropriate for the occasion, a cake decorated with real flowers and such, even if he isn’t much for celebrating holidays. He has scoffed at (but still enjoyed) his last nameday cake, so Nabi is confident she will get him to enjoy more confectionery creations!