Spectacled Spectator

"A boy who was sent to Selphia from the royal capital. It seems he comes from a noble family and is well-versed in the duties of a prince. He's good at negotiation, and is always busy maintaining trade relations within the town. Perhaps unexpectedly, he's also a huge fan of anything cute." - RF4 Booklet

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Dylas had to pause a moment while pulling on his gauntlets, looking over his shoulder towards Arthur,” …remind me why we’re going out hunting at night? Something important you need from a monster?”

Arthur twirled the silver staff he was carrying around his hand before catching it dexterously. “Rush order. I would put in a request tonight, but I doubt anyone would get to it in time...” He smiled apologetically. “Thank you for accompanying me. I hope the mansion hasn’t got anything that ah...bothers you?”

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Spectre || Arthur + Frey

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Footsteps.

Ghosts didn’t have footsteps, did they? Frey couldn’t quite remember. Most of them didn’t have legs, but in all the books, people heard creepy footsteps in haunted houses. 

Thinking over this, the princess had become engrossed in her thoughts— causing her to not notice that someone had approached her.

< “…May I help you, Frey?”  >

Frey jumped. She was not afraid of ghosts, of course, but the sudden calling of her name had startled her. Scrabbling up to her feet, the princess turned to look at the one who had called her.

“A-arthur’s ghost? You came?”

Wow. So it really did work if the person was dead asleep. Perhaps the princess should write this finding down later?

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Arthur couldn’t help but jolt a little when Frey jumped. Her sudden movement had startled him, especially considering now that he was closer, he could see that she was doing something...rather strange with a circle drawn in chalk and...was that a pair of glasses?

“...Ghost?”

The qualifier registered to him after a moment and he stared at Frey, lips pursed. “...Frey, I’m still alive. You do know that...correct?”

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Health Concerns || Dylas & Arthur

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Beads of sweat ran down his face at the mere questions Arthur was asking him. Why would he ask? He clearly knew how awkward Dylas felt most of the time around everyone, even if they tolerated his ‘temper’ at best. Was it all to figure out something he didn’t even know?

He turned his head away before he could answer, seeing Arthur looking at him and making that ‘impression’ of Doug didn’t help him any,” J-Just fine..“ Though, he wasn’t going to mention that he had recently went to the Water Ruins and was found there by Frey, nope. Nor mention of the wooly that seemed to have adopted Dylas. “Other than short shit giving me trouble, everythings been fine.”

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Dylas’s reaction did not deter him one bit. Arthur was used to Dylas acting that way--he tended to when he got embarrassed. In a way, it was rather endearing. Arthur could always tell how Dylas was feeling when he acted like this, despite his usual stoic demeanor.

“I see.” Arthur tilted his head to the side, partially in an attempt to catch Dylas’s hidden facial expressions again. “Beyond him... Is everything going all right with people in town? Or outside of town? I do hope you’re, ah, reaching out and whatnot.” There it was. His primary worry for the other man. Usually when he did see Dylas around town, the other man was fishing. Which was fine, of course, but Arthur hoped he would become more comfortable with others eventually.

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RQ: Fall Cleaning |►| Forte + Arthur

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       As soon as she had heard news of the request sent out by Arthur, there was no hesitation in Forte’s actions. Dropping her patrol duties for the day to assist the merchant ( in her mind, the prince ), the knight had quickly packed what few items she believed she’d need before she rushed out of town. Unfortunately, because of where he and his colleagues were currently located, it took her several hours to reach, even with very few breaks to catch her breath.

       It wasn’t long after that when she finally spotted the man she’d been searching for and relief washed over her. However, the relief was short-lived. As per his request had stated, there were Hover Warriors roaming all around far ahead— far too many for her liking. Due to the attack patterns of these machines, this would prove to no doubt be a challenge. Good call on her side to bring a light shield along for once— she’d need it.

       "Sir Arthur!" the knight called out, rushing up to Arthur. Unfortunately, she was still out of breath from all the running she had to do. Halting herself once she reached him, Forte took a moment to catch her breath. Her hands on her knees and bent over slightly, she inhaled and exhaled deeply a few times. Taking in one last deep breath, she immediately straightened out her back and body, put her feet together and rested her hand on the hilt of her sword, her armor clanking as she did.

       "I heard of your request… seeking assistance and I’ve… come to lend my sword,” she began, her expression serious, voice composed and slightly shaky from nearly being out of breath. ”What is the situation thus far?”

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The traveling merchants had been diverted for the most part. Arthur had to clear the area of other merchants before leaving up signs asking upcoming people passing by that the roads were closed for maintenance. 

It wasn’t exactly a lie. The hover warriors were making a complete mess of the pathways, leaving rocks and boulders everywhere. It was going to be a mess to clean up--but that was later and also something Frey and Lest could handle.

Calming down the remaining merchants was turning out to be harder than he thought it would be. Arthur had to explain to a fussy book dealer that, no, as long as he stayed out of the way of the hover warriors until they were cleared out, there would be no damage to his rare misprint books. Yes, he had to wait until then. Arthur was in the middle of explaining that no, this was not normal for the area and it would be a safe passageway for merchants again soon when Forte arrived.

"Goodness, are you all right?" He asked as she bent over to catch her breath. He only put in the request a couple of hours ago and didn’t expect anyone to come for another few--she must have seen it immediately and came running. “Ah--don’t worry about that for now. Please, take a moment.” He insisted, holding up a hand to reassure her.

He cleared his throat before answering her question. “There are signs up diverting people who come this way and I’ve helped the merchants leave.” The fussy book dealer behind him scoffed. Arthur smiled as he corrected himself, but it was tested. “...I’ve helped most of the merchants here leave. I’m assuming some of them have accidentally fallen from the Floating Empire, because they don’t seem to be attacking with a purpose. There is quite a lot of them though.”

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Passive Pastimes | Leon + Arthur

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"Oh, you’ll find out soon enough. Got to have some mystery to it — keep you reeled in,"he replied a manner that suggested there was a possibility of antics up ahead. Leon knew that for many, fishing wasn’t particularly exciting. But perhaps this trip with the new company would prove to be interesting, despite the fact his outward appearance seemed to prove … otherwise.

As there was still some distance to Dragon Lake, the former Guardian decided it was a good chance to strike up a conversation.

"So! Tell me more about your undying loyalty to glasses. How did it spring up? When did you realize it was at the point of no return?"

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"...Was that a pun?" Arthur asked, an eyebrow raised. His gaze was searching as the other connotation registered. “Or a promise?” He knew of Leon’s...reputation, though he normally wasn’t on the other side of it considering most of their interactions had something to do with translations and work.

Which is why, despite jokingly bringing it up himself, the question Leon asked caught him off-guard.

“Ah. I started my collection when I was very young. It started from a gift and simply grew from there.” Suddenly eager to steer the conversation, he drew upon his neutral smile. “And you? How did fishing become a hobby of yours?”

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Health Concerns || Dylas & Arthur

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Arthur’s words still didn’t make Dylas feel at ease one bit, clearly the blond was hiding something from the man. But he wasn’t going to push it, not today, at least. The question he did get back, however, the taller man looked like a deer in headlights, unsure what he could tell him.

“W…Well…” He took a moment to take a deep breath, trying to keep himself calm and collective. No good for pony boy. “A-alright I guess…been catching some good fish lately. One of the customers we had complimented me outside of work the other day, s-saying I’ve improved. T..training is good..nothing else to say.”

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Arthur couldn’t help but feel relieved that Dylas didn’t ask any further questions. It was true that he wasn’t feeling tired despite his lack of an appetite, but it was also true that he was neglecting seeing Jones for a routine check-up. And he would have been adverse to lie, had Dylas asked.

His sense of relief dissipated into curiosity as Dylas’s demeanor changed and he answered the question. Arthur nodded slowly as Dylas spoke.

“Ah, I see... It sounds like you’re doing well. That’s a relief to hear. But ah...how are you doing with the others in town, if you don’t mind me asking? It doesn’t have to be with--you know--” He (poorly) faked a small scowl and gestured at his hair in an impression that he was sure clearly represented Doug (which was not clear at all) “--but just in general.”

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Spectre || Arthur + Frey

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At the dead of midnight, draw a circle in chalk and place an item important to the deceased in the center, before calling out their name thrice. This was a ritual to call ghosts. Or at least, that was what Frey had been told. And Frey— well, let’s just say the princess was gullible. So obviously, she wanted to try it out. …The problem here was that she didn’t know any dead people. Dead asleep is close, right? Or at least, that was the conclusion Frey had come to, leading to her borrowing a pair of shiny spectacles and a large piece of chalk. “Arthur—” A burst of chilled wind came, blowing the princess’ hair and causing her to shiver a little. Raising her head to look at the sky, Frey blinked a few times. Since when had it been a full moon? Shaking it off, the girl continues her chant. “Arthur, Arthur!” Call the deceased’s name thrice, and they shall appear.

To be fair, he made an effort to sleep. But despite getting everything done, his sleep schedule had adjusted itself to...well, nonexistence. After failing to fall asleep for a couple of hours, he decided to try and relax by taking a walk. And it was a relaxing walk up, until he heard his name.

“...”

As he looked around for the source of the voice, he spotted Frey. It was hard to miss her, considering she was the only one out this late at night in the middle of the town square. That would explain why he heard his name...but why would Frey be talking about him in the middle of the night?

Arthur approached her slowly, the wind covering the sound of his footsteps. He blinked a few times in confusion as Frey called his name again. Twice. Now he had to say something.

“...May I help you, Frey?” 

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Health Concerns || Dylas & Arthur

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Something just felt off with what he said, since that wasn’t a good thing to have a small appetite. “..You alright Arthur?“ He was hoping that he wasn’t getting sick then again, when was the last time that Arthur had a check up? Or even really ate all that much?

Clearly Dylas was concerned, always seeing Arthur work himself to near exhaustion at times. This was no different,” I..I’m just asking i-if you’re alright. You’ve been working a tad harder than normal..”

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Arthur should have known to expect that kind of response. It did look a little extreme from the outside, he supposed... but it made sense to him and he didn’t feel like he was getting very tired.

“Perfectly fine, I assure you. The work is very rewarding, I hardly feel tired.” He smiled. “Although, I must thank you for your concern. I really do appreciate it, especially coming from you.” Something changed in his expression as he spoke those words and he tilted his head as he looked over Dylas. “Say...how are you, outside of the restaurant work?”

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Health Concerns || Dylas & Arthur

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Dylas nodded his head and walked over, letting him take the platter from him. “Nah, its nothing. It was either me or Porco to bring it and well…hes been getting desperate lately. Managed to barely get this away from him, of all things.“ Turning his attention to where the platter from lunch was, he walked over to pick it up, realizing it was…barely touched.

Those copper eyes looked over at the plate he soon picked up and turned his attention back to Arthur, a hint of worry growing within his face,” …you barely touched your food from earlier. Something wrong with it?” He knew how Arthur got busy many times and sometimes forgot to eat but, this, this was something that Dylas had made earlier.

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Arthur nodded in understanding as Dylas describe Porcoline’s...habits. “Well. I wish you the best of luck keeping that in ah...check.” He smiled and set the platter down next to his, admittedly, neglected lunch plate. Arthur didn’t think much of it until Dylas spoke up again.

“Hmm? Ah, no! It was perfect. I ate as much as I could handle at the moment,” Arthur admitted, casting a guilty glance at the new plate that he doubted that he could finish. “But no, nothing wrong with it at all. I just wasn’t that hungry...”

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Health Concerns || Dylas & Arthur

It was Dylas’ turn to bring Arthur food, since Porco was busy cooking. Or was this a ploy to get the waiter off the chef’s back? Anyway, he made his way over to the door that led into Arthur’s studies, carrying a tray with many plates of food. One main dish while a side dish was added and a bit of dessert, along with a cup of tea for the prince.

Seemed simple enough for him.

“Hey, Arthur..” He muttered as he opened the door and walked inside, looking for the blond in particular,” Got your dinner here..better eat up before Porco gets after you.”

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He heard the sound of heavy footsteps before he saw the door opening in his peripheral--as fought back a sigh in relief when the familiar tall figure of Dylas stood at his doorway instead of Porcoline. 

Arthur couldn’t help but let out a slight chuckle at the food Dylas was carrying. It seemed like an awful lot for him...and an awful lot to be able to wrestle away from Porcoline.

“Ah, thank you Dylas,” Arthur said amicably, rising from his seat to take the platter from the other man’s hands. “I’m sorry that I forgot to pick this up myself. I’m sure it’s an inconvenience...”

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Would you ever consider leaving Selphia if you were requested to by your family?

“…”

“Consider, yes.”

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Have you ever considered murdering someone?

“…Still no. Although you are making me wonder how I, ah...appear to others.”

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Have you ever considered murdering someone?

“…No.”

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Let’s play “yes” or “no.” You ask me questions on anonymous or not, and I can only answer YES or NO.

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Lumi crept carefully into Arthur's study. She gently set a small yellow box with white ribbon labeled, 'To Arthur' on the desk. When opened the box would contain an assortment of turnip shaped chocolates and a note which read: "Don't work too hard! Taking a break once and a while is good for you! Happy Valentines Day! -Lumi"

Arthur carried the mysterious basket of turnips from his doorstep back into his office and blinked in confusion when he noticed a box on his desk. Really, he had looked away for just one moment…

Setting down the basket of turnips, he opened the box and laughed at the turnip shaped chocolates inside. Really, the traditional Valentines Day required hearts, but he wasn’t about to complain.

After reading the card, he glanced around looking for the florist and shook his head, a bemused smile on his face. How she escaped his notice, he didn’t know, but he was thankful for the gift.

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spiritsofmist​

[Knock-knock. On the front porch, there was a basket of turnips and a Valentine’s Day card in the center. As for the person who left it there… they escaped without a trace.]

[Arthur answers the knock on the door and glances around in bewilderment when no one is waiting outside.] …Hmm. That’s strange.

[Thinking the sudden disappearance to be some kind of prank, he moves to shut the door before noticing the basket on the floor.]

Mist, hmm…? [Though he can’t recall anyone by the name, he smiles. After all, he does like turnips.]

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*Bounces up and down excitedly at the offer* Yeah! An adventure! What do you hafta pick up, Glasses Man?

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[Smiling.] Just a few things that were delivered to the general store by accident. Most merchants are still used to shipping most of their products there, I suppose. It's nothing too exciting, but I'll buy you some candy if you'd like.