tongue like an arrowhead.

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quick links

notes on shinon

notes on me

shinon's stat page

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be buddies with shinon!

surely you will not regret being buddies with shinon.

here are a few thread ideas:

it is presently summertime in fodlan! shinon... grew up in frigid daein, and despises any temperature above sixty degrees. help this rugged northerner beat the heat in whatever way you can think of! throw him into a pool! make him a fancy vacation drink! hell, teach him to noodle for catfish! or, if you're healing-inclined... help him deal with an apocalyptic sunburn.

one of shinon's lesser-known talents is that he plays the lute--and with a reasonable amount of skill. teach him a song from your homeland, if you know one, or sing along, or just enjoy a tune.

shinon doesn't hold with all this religion stuff. goddess-botherers, all of them. still, as a contractor with the knights of seiros, he's expected to hold his tongue and at least try to make a show of reverence. at least, while he's on duty... catch shinon saying something blasphemous in a pub. catch shinon doing a little bit of provocative vandalism. catch shinon hating the church... and do with that information what you will.

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comrades and cytotoxins

cont. from here

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It's a joke, and Shinon laughs--a sharpened, huffing breath, but laughter nonetheless.

Soren's wit is... not unwelcome. A familiar sting, like whiskey in the throat. It brings to mind those long, companionable evenings in the mess at Greil's Retreat, the hearth that blazed there.

The years between the wars were good ones. Still, though peace has come again to Tellius, that camaraderie...

Shinon had thought it lost forever.

A sudden clearing of the throat. The night is young, and Shinon hasn't drunk enough to be this sentimental.

He cuts a vulpine smile.

"Explaining," drawls Shinon, as though pronouncing a roll of the eyes. "You wish. Call me crooked, but y'won't catch me robbing no cradles."

It's really more a jab at himself. A little olive branch, perhaps.

Besides. Soren's the same way. Crooked as a cat with a broken tail. Shinon saw the way he'd go star-eyed. mooning over Ike.

No accounting for taste. But it's not his business, really. Just... a little secret shared.

Sort of like a kiss under the mistletoe.

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[ instruct ] — "absolutely not." edain huffs, placing her hands on her hips as she pointedly stands in front of him before he can lift himself off his designated cot in the infirmary. "i just healed you. nothing good will come out of going right back to normal like nothing happened right away." her gaze narrows down at him. "you are going to rest here for the next few hours. i'll make it the whole day if you try to get up like that again."

His head pounds. He's tacky with sweat, he's bone-chilled and bone-weary and bone-aching.

All he wants is quiet. Privacy, and dim, and a goddamn drink.

But the lady--blueblooded lady, from the sterling straightness of her spine--she won't have it.

She's a silver dagger, elegant, and yet she scolds like any... any decent mother in the world.

Shinon... bites his lip, settles his ramshackle body back against the thin mattress.

He huffs, stares daggers back at her. These ones, though, aren't silver. Good solid workaday iron.

"I respect that," he mutters, as though he hates himself for it. "Wake me up when my sentence is done."

[byubles]

‘TIS THE SEASON.

send 🎄for our muses to get caught under the mistletoe !!

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[ dry ]  my muse drying yours off with a towel after a [rainstorm]. 

The weather has turned. Sai can smell the incoming storm rake across the air and he knows that he must soon prepare towels for those incoming. Puffy, freshly-laundered cloths line the wooden backs of chairs and sit across the stretches of desks; at the starting crack of thunder, Sai sweeps into action.

"You there!" he calls to a passing staff member. "Please, take this towel and dry off anyone caught in the storm. Ah, and distribute these extras to anyone else!" He sweeps around, meeting another group of unoccupied individuals. "It would be a great help if you could assist. Thank you!"

It is not long before students and staff flock beneath stone awnings, sopping wet and perturbed at the racket. Sai quickly visits whomever he can, offering a helping hand---so his encounter with a man of red hair goes no differently. Arms lift up, seeking to wipe at some of the rainwater around his shoulders and head. "Allow me to dry you off, sir," he offers with warmth. "There is plenty of tea and hot water inside should you like it."

Shinon scowls, wringing wretched rain-water from his hair. And then--hell--he's set upon by this... this guy. He's built like an avenging angel, but from the look of him, he's swapped out all his righteous violence for cotton-wool.

He's wielding a towel like a flaming sword, and before Shinon can blink or cuss or cut his eye, the man has trapped him in it. He dabs at Shinon's brow, and it's...

The towel is warm.

Shinon fights down the urge to snipe at the big bastard. To tongue-lash him, or take a deep pull from his flask, or... smile.

Instead, when the towel draws away, Shinon half-laughs. "Buy a man dinner first, will you?"

It's a joke. He thinks. He doesn't know if it'll land.

A sigh, soaked through to the skin. "Tea sounds alright."

And he turns, to go find it, and then...

Turns back. His mouth is a tight, thin line.

"Thanks."

[fletching-scar]

a lot of you were gay in the garfield dark ride

shinon and ophelia

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a tad suggestive, under the cut to be safe.

@umbralward

Dusk creeps into the alley like a witch, chilling the half-dried, tacky sweat on Shinon's naked thighs. He scowls, shivers, swears under his breath. Hauls his smalls and trousers into place, fusses with his shirttails.

The brick is cold and moss-bound. It prickles at his back.

Sharply, Shinon sighs. It wasn't worth it. Wasn't worth the sweet-talk, wasn't worth the risk of getting caught. Wasn't worth the drink he bought the guy, shit, he could have drank that coin himself.

Would have had a better time of it.

Brusquely, Shinon smooths his rumpled shirt. Glances about.

The alleyway's a dead end. Only one way out, and the guy's ambling that direction, not a care in the fucking world, whistling.

If they both leave the same way... well, it'd be glaringly obvious. Shinon doesn't fancy another indecency charge.

Doesn't fancy much of anything, after that. Maybe a fight, or a drink, or another way out.

Benightedly, Shinon paces the choke of the alley. And for once--for once in his forsaken life--he gets a fucking break.

There's a trellis up the wall, snarled in the withered husks of ivy. A trellis, and beside it, a shattered-out second-floor window.

Shinon doesn't even stop to think if it's a bad idea. Indecency fines are getting steep. He clambers up the blasted thing, almost dies a couple times, and scuttles through the window.

Cuts his palm on the ancient glass. Stumbles to the shrieking, creaking floor. If he wasn't disheveled before, he is bleeding and swearing and drowning in dust.

He really, really hates that guy.

[devotedecay]

❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . 

feel free to edit or elaborate as you please .   ( add  ‘ reverse ‘  to your message if you’d like to see how my muse would perform the action ) . otherwise , send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to   …

[ lit ]  your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine . 

[ order ]  your muse ordering for mine at a restaurant or bar .

[ guide ]  your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them .

[ pay ]  your muse paying for mine at a store , bar , restaurant , etc . ( you can specify where or for what . )

[ open ]  your muse opening a door for mine .

[ dry ]  your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc . 

[ instruct ]  your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do . 

[ groom ]  your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc . 

[ direct ]  your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .

[ disagree ]  your muse sternly telling mine  ‘ no ‘ .

[ rest ]  your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder / s .

[ clean ]  your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek , forehead , etc .   feel free to specify what and how . 

[ answer ]  your muse answering a question meant for mine . 

[ coat ]   your muse holds mine’s coat out for them while they put it on .

[ pilot ]  your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them . 

[ stare ]  your muse staring mine down . 

[ placement ]  your muse telling mine to sit down .

[ teach ]  your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .  

[ patience ]  your muse telling mine to be patient .

[ tears ]  your muse wiping away mine’s tears .

[ swat ]  your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .  

[ jewelry  ]  your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings . 

[ enough ]  your muse commanding mine to stop talking . 

[ retrieve ]  your muse requesting or ordering mine to retrieve them something .

[ invite ]  your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap .

[ lean ]  your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while they’re sitting or laying together . 

[ calm ]   your muse telling mine to  ‘ just breathe ‘ .

[ scold ]  your muse scolding mine for something .

[ comfort ]  your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .

[ approval ]  your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made .

[ beckon ]  your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking . 

[ laces ]  your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .

[ stay ]  your muse telling mine to stay in the car . 

[ defend ]  your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them . 

[ feed ]  your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .

[ volume ]  your muse demanding mine speak louder .

[ read ]  your muse reading something to mine .

[ refill ]  your muse refilling mine’s glass for them . 

[ possessive ]  your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other . 

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your character in five quotes

( repost, don't reblog. )

“A single arrow, right between the eyes? Who else could make a shot like that? No one, that’s who!”

To the Greil Mercenaries, Path of Radiance ch. 2

Shinon's entrance is brash and dashing--with astonishing deftness, he rescues the better part of the company from a hostage negotiation that's careening toward failure. It's intensely cool--and were it any less so, nobody would grant Shinon any credence whatsoever. They'd write him off as a bastard with nothing to offer.

But Shinon isn't just a bastard. He's a bastard with the skills to pay the bills--and this scene is our bombastic introduction to this. Here we see, with efficiency and style, the line that Shinon walks.

"What do you care, you snotty whelp?! It's none of yer business! AND another thing! About the command of the company. If you refuse to give it up…at least change the name! Yer NOT…Commander Greil! Just because you're his son…That doesn't…give you the right…to use his name…"

To Ike, Path of Radiance ch. 23

This is the first time we see Shinon crack. He's been angry, he's been hateful, but we've never seen him like this: sodden with drink, unable to stifle his grief. And this grief... is not only for the loss of Greil. Here, we come to understand why Shinon hates Ike so completely--because Ike was brought up well. Because Ike's father cared for him, and afforded him opportunities in life.

Shinon doesn't say all this, but it's implicit--and it fills in our picture of the man. We understand why Shinon is such a bitterly posturing bastard: because he never had someone like Greil.

Shinon so doggedly insists upon his own superiority because he's always had to prove himself: because he's always had to make it on his own.

"You know, I’m not very sentimental. My mother never hugged me."

To Sanaki, Radiant Dawn A-Support

Here, Shinon says the quiet part out loud: to the thirteen-year-old, orphaned empress of Begnion, during a desperate battle for the fate of all life on the continent. His ability to read the room is truly legendary.

But it reinforces my point. Shinon is really just a streamlined, stripped-down killing machine fueled by the purest of unresolved childhood trauma.

"But, Caineghis, I gotta say, you are one bad laguz. In a good way! Hang in there."

To Caineghis, Radiant Dawn A-Support

The support system in Radiant Dawn is godawful, so not a lot of people know that this conversation even exists. But to me, it speaks volumes. Along with the line to Sanaki, it serves as a quiet, fumbling resolution to Shinon's arc: here, at the very end, Shinon is able to extend himself to others.

Moreover, these are people from groups that Shinon has been amply shown to despise: royalty and a laguz. And he's still here, awkwardly rubbing shoulders with them! He's laying aside his devil-may-care persona, and is legitimately trying with another person--and not even Gatrie, Rhys, or Rolf.

This is what Shinon is capable of, in the end. And it sucks that, because of the way the game is structured, a lot of people don't see that.

"If you want to pay me back, then be better than me! Doesn’t matter if it’s at using a bow or making one. Just do it better. Then I can point at you and tell people “That’s the best student I ever had.”"

To Rolf, Radiant Dawn Endgame

Throughout both games, Shinon has been... gruffly supportive of Rolf. He clearly cares for the kid, but can't express it with anything other than tough love and begrudging affection.

But here--again, at the very end--Shinon is able to tell Rolf why he's doing all this. Why he's trained him, why he cares so damn much.

And again, it goes back to the wound at the crux of Shinon's persona: simply put, his mother never hugged him. Shinon wants to give some lonely kid a better chance than he had, so the future can be just a little less bitter. Shinon has always been redeemed through his love for Rolf, and here, he can finally fully inhabit that sentiment.

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i could never place the stars at night above you

shinon & greil's reunion | title from here

[urvanswrath]

Today’s mission ended up taking more time and energy than Greil expected. Since moving here, he’d always try to keep himself to a loosely scheduled curfew so that he wouldn’t end up overworking himself, intentional or not. Whether this self-imposed routine worked all the time was… debatable… He’d spent so much time walking from place to place that all he wants now is to find a nice spot with some good food.

He doesn’t really pay attention to the finer details of his surroundings besides the path ahead. But as he turns around a corner, a shocking wave of familiarity takes over when he spots a man ambling about on his lonesome. 

That long red hair put into a ponytail, and that style of attire… Is it really him? It can’t be a lookalike, right?

Whatever form of exhaustion that’d manifested in Greil had now been overtaken by his growing curiosity and a twinge of hope. If he doesn’t ask now, then it’ll gnaw at him for the rest of the evening.

“... Shinon? Is that you?” Not even the possibility that he might be disappointing himself by being mistaken can stop him from simply calling out the man’s name. 

All the Mercenaries he’d met so far were all big strokes of luck. There’s no way he’d meet yet another one of them all the way out here... but if someone like the Black Knight could show up, and even Elena, then he supposes anything can come true.

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The curse has scarcely lifted from his lips--a fledgling thing, overcome by the long-lost timbre of a long-loved rasp...!

... Shinon? Is that you?

Shinon stops. He snaps like a bowstring, turns about-face with a sharp recoiling force.

It used to happen like this, in the wars. The bark of some command, the cut of some officer's chest--they would remind him. Outline the empty space where Greil was always meant to be.

And Shinon would choke, and blink harshly, and remember Greil is gone. The reverie would fade, and Shinon would reach for his flask.

So that's what Shinon does, here and now, facing down this twilit apparition. He chokes. He blinks.

The ghost of Greil holds fast. He is whole and hale and perfect, not a smile line or thin scar out of place. He looks warm, as if Shinon would ever be given leave to touch.

Maybe he can't help it. Maybe he's tired, weary in the years he's been without his mentor. Maybe he needs this, to hound away the specter of Greil's ashen, bloodstained face that wretched night.

Maybe--fuck maybe. Shinon has never cared to deny himself an impulse, a desire, a sudden coruscating want.

He finds footing, and crosses the chasm between them.

He lays his trembling hand on Greil's great stalwart shoulder.

A sharp intake of breath.

He's warm.

"Oh," breathes Shinon, reverent and ruined. "Of all the... Fuckin'..."

He stammers. Shivers.

"Captain..."

[fletching-scar]

i could never place the stars at night above you

shinon & greil's reunion | title from here

[fletching-scar]

Shinon's captain now is an inglorious man, short-statured and mealy-voiced. A man with a face like cold porridge, he achieved his petty position through the uninspiring means of hard work with the head down.

His gaze is dully skeptical; it falls on Shinon like a gutted fish. At muster, Shinon mutters obscenity, if only to see what will happen.

Nothing. No bluster, no bloviating authority, no sign that the man's got his blood up. For Shinon's sort, he won't spare the arch of a brow.

That was hours ago, and Shinon still seethes with it. White-bread bastard, weak in the jaw, placid like souring milk...

Shinon will fight for him. The steady pay's enough for that. But the great jumped-up clod's not worth dying for.

Not worth living for.

The sun sets. Shinon kicks at cobbles, snarls into the collar of his cloak. The streets of Garreg Mach town are ancient; there is no reason in them. No tavern with cheap enough whiskey, at least not that Shinon can find.

What's the point, then? A little stack of coin each week, a barracks roof over the head? Predictable meals... and what else? A soulless superior, a cause worth less than the parchment they scribbled it on.

No greater purpose. No guiding star.

As ever, as always, no Greil.

The twilight bleeds chill like a corpse. It settles into Shinon's fingertips.

"Fucksake," he spits, as though it will help anything.

@urvanswrath

[fletching-scar]

thread with shinon!

achieve the dubious honor of acquaintanceship with my slimy man.

non-mission tasks

being the freshest face contracting with the knights (and having run his mouth at a superior officer), shinon has been subject to a period of hazing... which includes work in the kitchens. lacking in skill and motivation, and with a surfeit of indignation, will shinon survive his own personal kitchen nightmare? (+sword)

bastion of rationality that shinon is, he refuses to believe in ghosts. what he does believe in, however, are old houses full of unguarded antiques. the name 'lily bolden' means nothing to shinon... but that won't stop him from fencing all her stuff. who's with him... or against him? (+authority)

other

having just arrived in fodlan, shinon is scrambling to catch on to the customs of this new land. one of these is the rite of the garland moon--giving wreathes of flowers to the object of one's affections. shinon hasn't got any affections (that he's willing to admit to), but he has got the dexterity required to make and sell the garlands. come buy a sweet memento from the sourest bastard alive--or, if you're an entrepreneur yourself, see if you can convince him to cut you in.

shinon will happily begrudgingly offer archery lessons to anyone who asks him nicely enough (if you're willing to accept the fact that i know nothing about archery and will be blatantly faking it.)

open invitation for your muse to encounter shinon in a tavern. whether you're after a drinking companion, a game of skill or chance, a listening ear, a fight, or anything else... shinon will be there.

[licehn]

PERFECT TEATIME?

A popular pastime in Garreg Mach is sharing tea and sweets with someone you wish to get closer to. Tables set up a short walk away from the student dormitories, semi-hidden away in picturesque little scenes, it's easy to while away the time with a bit of conversation on the side. However, beware. Just as it's easy to bond with someone, it's just as easy to make things awkward... 

A group of students organize a little blind meet-and-greet, ushering all participants to assigned tables, preparing all the drink and food you might require. The stage is set, so get talking! Send a numbered prompt from the list below to have your muse initiate a conversation with someone. For an extra bit of fun to simulate the game, randomize three numbers to send and bold the one your muse actually chooses. 

A new gambit...‎ ‎ 

A place you'd like to visit...‎ ‎ 

A strong battalion...‎ ‎ 

A word of advice...‎ ‎ 

Children at the market...‎ ‎ 

Close calls...‎ ‎ 

Cooking mishaps...‎ ‎ 

Equipment upkeep...‎ ‎ 

Evaluating allies...‎ ‎ 

Exploring the monastery...‎ ‎ 

Fódlan's future...‎ ‎ 

I'm counting on you...‎ ‎ 

Mighty weapons...‎ ‎ 

Monastery rules...‎ ‎ 

Monastery security...‎ ‎ 

Our first meeting...‎ ‎ 

Overcoming weaknesses...‎ ‎ 

Past laughs...‎ ‎ 

Potential training partners...‎ ‎ 

Reliable allies...‎ ‎ 

School days...‎ ‎ 

Someone you look up to...‎ ‎ 

Sturdy weapons...‎ ‎ 

Tell me about yourself...‎ ‎ 

Thanks for everything...‎ ‎ 

The ideal professor...‎ ‎ 

The last battle...‎ ‎ 

The library's collection...‎ ‎ 

The view from the bridge...‎ ‎ 

Things that bother you...‎ ‎ 

Working hours for guards...‎ ‎ 

Working together...‎ ‎ 

You seem well...‎ ‎ 

You're doing great work...‎ ‎ 

Your ambitions...‎ ‎ 

A dinner invitation...‎ ‎ 

Capable comrades...‎ ‎ 

Favorite sweets...‎ ‎ 

Food in the dining hall...‎ ‎ 

Garden mishaps...‎ ‎ 

Gifts you'd like to receive...‎ ‎ 

Shareable snacks...‎ ‎ 

Perfect recipes...‎ ‎ 

The ideal relationship...‎ ‎ 

Strange fish in the pond...‎ ‎ 

The existence of crests...‎ ‎ 

Cats...‎ ‎ 

Classes you might enjoy...‎ ‎ 

Plans for the future...‎ ‎ 

The opera...‎ ‎ 

Books you've read recently...‎ ‎ 

Cute monks...‎ ‎ 

Dining partners...‎ ‎ 

Fashion...‎ ‎ 

First crushes...‎ ‎ 

Guessing someone's age...‎ ‎ 

Heart-racing memories...‎ ‎ 

Hopes for your future...‎ ‎ 

I heard some gossip...‎ ‎ 

Relaxing at the sauna...‎ ‎ 

The courtyard couple...‎ ‎ 

Things you find romantic...‎ ‎ 

You seem different...‎ ‎ 

Dreamy knights...‎ ‎ 

Wildcard! Make up your own prompt.‎ ‎ 

[fletching-scar]

the bitch is back!

i have returned, and i dragged my hideous blorbo back with me. here are a few notes on shinon's comeback of the year (?).

i have reset shinon's memories and interactions. i shook that man's brain like an etch-a-sketch and everything that's ever happened to him in toa is a plain white void now. i greatly enjoyed his first go-round, but i feel like i've grown as a roleplayer since then and want a fresh start.

as such, please proceed as though shinon has never been at the monastery before.

the graveyard lives forever in my heart.

additionally, i've changed shinon's backstory significantly. while previously, i was playing him as if he was never re-recruited in ch. 18 of por, i am now assuming that he was re-recruited and went through the rest of por and rd with the greil mercenaries.

this change means that shinon will be disposed to act friendly-ish with other greil mercs, as well as his tellius comrades. he's less likely to pointlessly antagonize strangers, and he is in the process of reckoning with his prejudices toward beastfolk. his demeanor has softened somewhat, he's more self-aware, and he probably smells a bit better.

thank you for taking the time to understand my changes. i have big plans for shinon and i hope we can all have fun pointing and laughing at him together. i love this soggy bastard and i love the toa community.

[fletching-scar]

take a letter

[fletching-scar]

starter for @thelightofcreation Shinon stumbles around Garreg Mach like a starving ghost. He skulks through the Knights' mandatory drilling, he debrides his wounds with whiskey in the night. It goes on for days.

Sometimes, he swears he can still feel the warmth of Greil's body on his brow, on the heels of his hands. He doesn't know whether to cling to it or--or what. Expel it from himself. Exorcise this ancient, festering ache.

We all learned to get on without you. The words are seared into him like a thief's brand: livid, ugly, blistering.

He wishes, desperately hungover, that he could just put it all back in the bottle. Seal the lid with wax, and dash the damn thing off the mountainside.

He knows, as his exhausted hand drags down his pale and sweat-slick face, that this is impossible.

There's no place worth running to. Not anymore.

The way out is through.

Shinon sits on this, a while. A few more desperate days of nothing doing.

He thinks the last person he ever apologized to was his sister, half a damn lifetime ago.

He knows it might probably be worth it. Like it was then.

But he'll be damned if he says it to Greil's fucking face.

And that's what leads Shinon here, to the slightly finer corner of the town. What keeps this bit of parchment in his fist, puts his head on a swivel, looking frantically for someone he might ask for a few splotches of ink.

[fletching-scar]

plotting call 6/25

i offer u the dubious honor of threading with shinon!

firstly, shinon is unaffiliated, and i'd be happy to thread with anyone who's interested in something from the mission board.

secondly, shinon is most interested in the non-mission task surrounding the book 'regarding knights and chivalry.' after his big l during the ball, he's interested in advice about how to win love... but it might end up being a wild goose chase. (lance +1)

the non-mission task about perpetual stew is also interesting for shinon, since i think that's similar to the stuff he grew up eating. play this prompt out with him if you want to see him rant about Those Damn Rich People and their elitism.

thirdly, here are a couple of other ideas for hanging out with nonnie!

shinon will begrudgingly (happily) offer informal archery lessons to students and other folk around the monastery, if you ask him nicely.

i'm interested in integrating real-life games into rp, and i'd like to frame this as 'come gamble with shinon!' we can further discuss how we would include games like blackjack or some game of chance, etc, but i think it might be fun. come fleece shinon out of all his money.

shinon is illiterate. however, the need has arisen for him to swallow his pride and write a note of apology to greil. would some kind soul assist him in this effort?

[fletching-scar]

activity check - may 25

passed!

+1 skill pt

bow b -> b 1/2

classes mastered

fighter (claim pending)