Noudenet wants to go to Eureka so badly. So badly. All these new voidsent, all this aether fuckery... Honestly since he winds up in Idyllshire eventually (post reactor of course) I might just let him. He deserves something exciting in his life.
The stare fixated on him was unnerving, an intelligence that far exceeded his own-an insane idea. Frighteningly so, that he would even ask the unwilling captive his opinion.
It was not like he could move or do much else for that matter. The question was still incredulous.
“I’m sorry, are you asking me?” His voice tilts a higher pitch in his disbelief. “What? I don’t know, a rabbit? A fawn? Halone forefend, even a fish is better than what you’ve come up with.”
Francel did not even understand what this ward mage was even trying to accomplish, not completely that is. But the truth of the matter was if Ser Noudenet was hellsbent on trying to shove creatures in his body, he’d rather eat dirt to speed up the process than anything else.
“Gils would make it terribly difficult to breathe...” Noudenet would muse out loud as he set the cat food down on the desk behind him and places a cover over it - all without breaking his gaze. Francel’s tone is intriguing and, were he an expert at picking such things apart like Ser Charibert, he might have picked up the different emotions within.
A rabbit.. that might be the most likely. He was entirely uncertain on how to procure a living fawn but a rabbit might do the trick.
“This would be so much easier if I simply killed you, but then voidsent truly would be my only option... ah, that would be horrible too. Oh, I know!” Gloved hands clapped together and he grinned at his own idea. It was a much better idea than a pesky rabbit that would gnaw at things. “How about a dog? A puppy! Far more obedient than a gaelikitten and without the difficulty of feeding a herbivore. A human with the traits of a canine... hmm, would that include the loyalty? Oh, there are a lot of factors to test...!”
There's just two medium sized boxes of chocolates being left on Noudenet's workspace with a note of 'Please do not eat them all in one sitting. -Charibert' As for once it seems the Inquisitor feels giving of more than just snark this particular Valentione's.
A surprise gift of chocolate left on his desk - two whole boxes, even - is entirely unexpected for the ward mage. He’s not used to receiving many gifts (every so often he’ll receive a ‘token’ card when a fan writes something out for every member of the ward) but a quick peak at the card and he understands, if only slightly.
He would have to be careful to not eat it all at once then: not only would he likely make himself sick doing so, there was less chance of him getting gifts in the future if he acted that irresponsibly. Noudenet removed the lid from one box and picked a chocolate to pop into his mouth, wondering then if he should find a way to say thanks. Did he need to give a gift back? What would be a good gift?
Ah, Charibert was rather fond of things like makeup, right? Well then he’d work something out. Taking a second chocolate he then closed the box and moved both boxes aside, turning to pluck various books from his shelf. He had just the idea now!
like having someone touch your hand with the tips of their fingers shouldn’t feel like So Much it shouldn’t feel like your whole body is going into anaphylactic shock but here we are. here we are.
"I would think the ability to drop a meteor on your head would negate any contract. Now if you would, lest more people discover I am not wearing pants."
Honestly, Francel did not need to hear what it was; as soon as the can lid was pulled back, he could smell the pungent chicken liver and other by meat meals used in it.
His nose scrunches in mild distress, the corners of his mouth tug downwards in a small frown.
“I mean. Not willingly so. You can try and force that down my throat but I will wretch it back up, and most definitely all over you.” There was little else he could do after all, only mouth off smartly.
The sigh Noudenet gives is one of a rather dejected individual as he slumps down backwards in the chair before him, one arm draped over the back of the seat as he stares down at the other elezen. There’s a clear hint of disappointment in his gaze and bare feet tap against the ground restlessly.
“So it hasn’t taken yet?” He pouts and squints as he leans forward in his seat. Was a Gaelikitten just not potent enough to cause a transformation? Did he need more of them? Or were they perhaps not true voidsent? So many questions and he truly did not want to mess this up by killing the poor man by accident.
He props an elbow up on the chair back and rests his hand against his chin, tired green eyes never once leaving Francel. “Hm... I guess we can try something else. Is there any particular animal you’re quite fond of? So long as it’s in budget I can probably make it work. Maybe it’ll work better if it’s something you like rather than my own preference.”
“Ser Noudenet de Jaimberd the Wise of the Heaven’s Ward”
What do your friends call you?
“Hmm...”
What is your favorite animal?
He laughs and sits back in his chair with a smile. “Do voidsent count? Then perhaps I’d have to say the not-so-noble deepeye. I’ve heard there’s a species called Fopper that I would like to see someday. Outside that, I suppose the lanner. They’re massive birds and ... they’re so free. And beautiful...”
Where were you born?
“Ishgard.”
Do you have children?
“I have sworn an oath to never sire children during my time in the ward. You might count Mono and Dio as my children or as my pets, it is rather ambiguous due to their young age.”
Is there a person/people you love?
“I... ahhhh...”
He grows quiet, shaking his head slowly.
“...No... not... in a romantic sense.”
What is your favorite color?
“I like the blue of the ward robes, it holds many meanings for me.”
What is your full occupation?
“Healer and head researcher within the Ward.”
Are you good at physical fighting?
“Not one bit. I’m quite... uhm, I’m rather poor at physical combat.”
Which form are you best at?
Slight nervous laughter.
What about magic?
“I excel at all sorts of aetherical pursuits, from healing to destructive magic.”
Which type are you best at?
“Destructive magic. My favorite is an enhanced version of stone magic calls forth meteors. Wiping out an entire flight of Dravanians is but a simple feat for me.”
Craftsmanship?
“I have some skill in alchemy and am rather proficient in making various potions and poisons.”
Any other skills?
“…hmm hmm, it would not do to talk about that.”
Are you an only child?
“I am the youngest of several siblings. The youngest and the most unwanted.”
Where do you see yourself in five years?
“Serving His Eminence still. Ah, unless I have already transcended this mortal existence by that point. Hmm~.”
Have you ever almost died?
He just laughs again. Dryly.
Do you have a secret, not just a secret, but like a really big secret, hardly anyone knows?
“If I told you then , as cliche as it sounds, I would not allow you to leave here alive.”
Salty or sweet?
“Sweet. Most certainly sweet.”
Do you like yourself?
“Some days, certainly.”
Do you believe in the Twelve?
“I do, although I am not certain if they are gods, legends or eikons.”
Are you religious?
“To a small extent. It seems foolish to entrust one’s fate entirely to a higher power.”
Do you carry prejudice with you?
“I only carry prejudice towards the willfully ignorant and neglectful. Useless , all of them.”
What do you consider entertainment?
“Hahahaha...”
Favorite drink?
“Coffee, preferably black. Dark.”
Do you have any family traditions?
“My family does have some level of traditions but I do not honor them. They are all utterly detestable. It is best their traditions go forgotten.”
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