eternal flame

in order to rise from its own ashes, a phoenix must first burn. affiliated roleplaying blog for joshua rosfield from final fantasy xvi. rooming in apartment 303.

[flamesire]

joshua rosfield, archduke prince of rosaria.

28 years old, he/him pronouns, dominant of the phoenix eikon.

secondborn son of archduke elwin rosfield, chosen by the phoenix, future archduke of rosaria. from an early age, the world has rested on joshua's shoulders. forced to inherit a throne he thought himself unworthy of along with poor health, it was always his destiny to try to live up to the expectations thrust upon him by those around him. despite his kind and docile nature, he never shies away from what he considers to be his duty. he was thought to have perished during the night of flames at the hand of ifrit, but miraculously survived.

an affiliated roleplaying blog for joshua rosfield of final fantasy xvi. a walking spoiler due to the nature of his character, written by sey. ( art by suyu, commissioned by me! do not use or repost! )

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[netherseas]

❍ It was a phenomenon that had only started happening after her curse had been lifted. Animals had always taken a certain interest in her, but had been wary of the stench of death that had followed her. Ever since? Well, perhaps she smelled nice to the animals? She wasn't certain.

"I suppose I am. I wonder if they can sense my divinity? Though I'm not certain why that would attract them." Regardless, holding a bunny to her chest, she would not protest. "Did you need something from me? Would one of these animals happen to be your pet?"

Hopefully not the bunny. They had bonded.

[flamesire]

"You may rest easy, I have no intention of attempting to steal any of your companions, even my dearest friend seems to have taken a liking to you." He speaks of the small red bird that had perched on her shoulder. "It isn't often she shows an interest, but you appear to have charmed her."

"I was only passing by and wished to check in on everyone, but I see that there is no need to worry with you watching over them all presently. Though I do wonder…when you speak of divinity, what exactly that entails. My lady, I hope you do not mind my asking, but are you a Goddess?"

[madeupxmemory]

Namine stands there, her legs shaking, as she gets her breathing under control. She brings her hands down. "I-it seems so." Namine says softly.

She nods. "And you're... Joshua...?" Nami asks timidly. The blonde does reach over to turn off the faucet. Better not waste water on something she isn't doing right now.

[flamesire]

"That's right," He adds, "And you needn't be afraid." Though he realizes that's much easier said than done after saying it. It's been so long since he's needed to talk to people, let alone a roommate, and it seemed he wasn't making a very good first impression to start. "I do not wish to do anything but get to know you, but that hasn't gone over well thus far…" Nervous laughter follows. They weren't very far in, but still.

"--Are you often here by yourself?"

[glowing-starlight]

My pretty 🔥🐦

[flamesire]

"Someone's popular, I see." If the small herd of animals gathering around her were any indication. It wasn't often he saw so many forest creatures drawn to a single person, but it could only ever be a good sign. "--Apologies, I hope I'm not disturbing."

somewhere near the eternal tree, ophiucus. ( @netherseas )

[madeupxmemory]

She definitely is lost in thought, because, when Joshua speaks, Naminé jumps. A strangled scream leaves the blonde, her hands flying up to cover her head.

"P-please don't-" she says, before it registers that she isn't back in the Inn. The sink is running, her ruined dress is soaking, and the person that snuck up on her is one of her roommates.

Cautiously, she lowers her hands, though now she's shaking. "W-well... uh..." Naminé stutters. How can she tell this person she only knows how to hand-wash her dress? Or that she thinks the machines would ruin her dress?

[flamesire]

Her scream startles him enough to back off; a few hurried paces back to give her some space. "Apologies! Didn't mean to frighten you," Arms raised half in surrender, half in making sure she knows he isn't a threat to her.

"...Let's forget about the dress for now, shall we?" Wouldn't want to make her more nervous and uncomfortable than she already was. "It seems we've been missing each other, seeing as this is the first time I am seeing your face...you must be Naminé."

[hyposelenias]

WHEN HE SPEAKS TO HER, she finally turns her head from the door. still, there is a sense of uncertainty about it, especially as she notices the offered hand, one she doesn't take immediately... until she realizes that he was waiting for her to take it. it's a little awkward still, but she steps away from the initial path, allowing some people who had been swerving around her to enter. ❝ I... wasn't sure if I was allowed to go in like the rest, ❞ she admits, having been trying to gauge the situation at hand.

❝ Together? ❞ she tilts her head a little, turning toward the sound of people heading in and then back toward the young man. she thinks on it, all before nodding. it would be better than entering alone, especially since she can't see a familiar face at all entering or exiting. ❝ ... alright. Let us enter together. I've never been to a festival hosted in this manner before. ❞

[flamesire]

Though there's some understandable hesitation on her part, he's glad that she decides to trust him, even if only a little bit. Joshua handles her gently, leading her inside the venue at a slow but steady pace. "Festival? I suppose it's a festival of sorts, but this is more of a ball than anything else." A touch less fancy than those that he had been subjected to previously, but still one, all the same. "A gathering of people to dance, drink, and otherwise be merry."

They finally step into the main ballroom, which is a little bit of a sensory overload. The prince looks toward her, taking care to make sure she's kept steady through the noise. "Admittedly, it can be a bit intimidating if you come alone. Have you any companions to speak of who may be attending as well?"

[madeupxmemory]

@flamesire | Post-Rooted, Inside Apartment 303

Namine isn't sure if her roommates are home right now - the main areas have sounded... quiet. Now would be the best time to leave her room.

Quietly, on bare feet, the Memory Witch wandered out of her room with a spare bedsheet carefully wrapped and tied around her like a dress. It was not the best, but it worked. She is grateful that she's learned this from Kairi.

Her ruined white dress is held in her hands, and she's putting it in the sink. She doesn't know what she's doing, but she has to figure something out. This was her only set of clothes...

She's not aware of one of her roommates entering the kitchen area as she's running the water. Namine is too in her own thoughts.

[flamesire]

Truthfully, Joshua hadn't been the best roommate, never finding the right time to introduce himself to the third person occupying the apartment. The sound of someone trying to be quiet, however, has him sit up at attention immediately. Lauma had no reason to sneak around, nor did their other occupant, as far as he knew. Joshua's door creaks open, rounds the corner, and conjures a small fireball into his hand, just in case. As he peaks around the corner into the kitchen, he breathes a sigh of relief at the young girl standing over the sink, clearly lost in thought.

Thankfully, it was nothing after all. He does, however, make the unfortunate mistake of sneaking up behind her just as quietly, peering over her shoulder once he's in range to do so. "Is that…a dress?" he says, an eyebrow raised.

"I believe we do have what's called a washing machine…would that not be a better option?"

[hyposelenias]

SHE'S SIMPLY STANDING THERE QUIETLY, looking at the door that leads into the lively festivities with a curious, yet almost shy, demeanor. it's almost as if she's hesitant to enter, uncertain about everything. she feels a little sorry and somewhat helpless when she finally notices she's blocking the way of someone getting ready to head inside...

❝ I... ❞ she isn't quite sure what to say, standing their a little awkwardly now.

[flamesire]

She was, quite clearly, in some sort of distress. Frozen at the doorway, uncertainty all too apparent as she stands in the doorway. Fortunately for her, Joshua can never look the other way when there's someone in need. "Is there something the matter, my lady?" he says, offering his hand to at least try to lead her out of the way of others.

"I'm not fond of crowds either. What say we step inside together?"

[ocenon]

@flamesire

For some time, Richard finds himself wandering up and down the hallways of the Tempus Museum, seemingly drawn to it by its lavish and opulent façade. He's happy to aimlessly wander the halls, taking in each exhibit and art piece as he progresses with no true goal in mind to reach.

Which makes it a little confusing where, inexplicably, he ends up turning into the lobby. The first two times were simply written off as pure coincidences, but after making a conscious effort to at least try going in different directions, but always ending up at the same entrance.

"...strange. It doesn't seem like magecraft, at least," he mumbles to himself, staring back down the hallway like he's trying to figure out how it works.

[flamesire]

"Not magecraft," he adds, hopefully alleviating some confusion. Joshua sidles up beside him, arms folded behind his back. "Most find that this museum leads them exactly where they need to be." Whether that was good or bad was left entirely up to the individual themselves. It was easy to become lost or wander aimlessly.

There is always that question that lingers in the air, regarding the paintings that hang on the walls. One, as it so happens, depicts a grand castle town. Perhaps, he figures, that this is as good an excuse as any to begin a well-needed explanation. "Rosalith Castle makes its grand appearance, as if on cue--" He turns on his heel, walking just a few feet away to stand next to the painting.

"My home, you understand," A smile. "Small glimpses into our lives before we were brought here. Fascinating, don't you agree?"

[crescentscion]

"When it said 'sand-sledding', I didn't think it would include this!"

her words have to be shouted over the roar of the sandstorm behind them, though the roar came not from the weather phenomenon but the face within the sand itself. it's something lauma would expect to occur within the deserts of sumeru and not in this city. then again, it's been full of surprises since her arrival so why should this be any different? even so, it wasn't how she planned this outing to go. it was meant to be a mostly peaceful one, a chance for her to better get to know her roommate.

but chaos can bond people just as well.

" Fortunately, we seem to have a lead–ah– " lauma withdraws her hand from one of joshua's shoulders, firing a dendro-infused bolt towards a pop up wooden cut-out meant to impede them. it shatters into tiny pieces as the scion hums in satisfaction.

@flamesire - SLEDDING AWAY FROM MUMMY

[flamesire]

"Not to worry, Lady Lauma, I have it under control--" He tries to say, only to be interrupted by the barrage of obstacles that are dispatched just as quickly as they are summoned. It's thanks to Lauma's quick reaction that they've managed to get as far ahead as they have, but the sandstorm looms in the background. Joshua's hands grip the sleigh's reins, urging it forward.

Down the hill, they continue, sand stretching as far as the eye can see. The wooden cut-outs are easily taken care of, but it's the endless amount of them that were proving to be trouble. "Not the best way for getting to know someone, I wager!" It's hard to hear each other over the rumble of the storm, but he's trying to be a good sport.

"But quite the unforgettable experience regardless!" A ball of fire erupts from his palm as yet another obstacle is downed, though it leaves the sleigh unsteady. "Apologies, perhaps I stick to steering?"

[daxned]

Dam-bi's never been good at functions like this, so she stands by the near walls and people-watches. At least her dress is cute!

[flamesire]

"Forgive me for making an assumption, my lady, but it does appear you seem to not be enjoying yourself. Would you care to dance?"

[supremestance]

❝ Is that so... a shame that a timely craft as thread and needle has been degraded to such levels as mediocracy. It has been some time since I have woven something. In truth, I am rather selective of who it is adorns my garments, but if it has come so far as this... ❞ she pauses, thinking a little. ❝ Would you be willing to be a test of sorts for a garment I have in mind? I am lacking in aid since my arrival, so there is none to don them unless asked to of another. ❞

[flamesire]

The question gives him a moment of pause. Advice was one thing, actually wearing specially crafted clothing? Well, he wasn't so sure... "I'm not entirely sure I'd be any good at it..." He'd never modelled, even privately. But he's also never turned down anyone--especially a lady--asking for help in earnest, either.

"Does lack of experience change your mind on the matter, perhaps?" He'd just like to make sure before agreeing to anything, lest he waste her time...

[supremestance]

❝ Halloween... this is a festival I've never had the pleasure hearing of prior. But they say there will be costumes? I wonder how well they're put together on a tailoring standpoint. Perhaps... ❞

[flamesire]

"I regret to inform you that most are all very...cheaply made and mass produced, my lady. We could do with someone who puts much more care and skill into their craft."

[edgedwing]

"Neither! You don't have to apologize for something so trivial..."

[flamesire]

"As you say...but you seemed upset." Were kids always this difficult? Sheesh. "Well, let us try this again then: in place of an apology, I shall give you my name instead. I am Joshua."

"Hopefully that makes things less...tense."

[edgedwing]

Sephiroth looked at the man and actually dared to puff his cheeks at him with a pout.

"Apology not accepted!" He crossed his arms and turned away from him.

[flamesire]

"And are you always this unforgiving toward people? Or is this simply my privilege?"

[edgedwing]

"I'm not some fickle child!" Sephiroth looked even more offended. "There are many other mint things that can be compared!"

If anything, this just completely put Sephiroth off from ever trying chocolate mint ice cream.

[flamesire]

"Have it your way, then." He won't bother arguing about whether or not he's fickle. Real sees real, after all. Well, in their case, fickle sees fickle.

"Apologies if my tastes unsettled you at any point. At the very least, you know what it is you never want to try, hm?"