(cw: tentacle monsters, potential oviposition, dubious consent, altered states, diamond suit effects, out of body experiences, ghostly pranks)
[ Sylvain's never been a fan of ghosts. Not that he was a superstitious sort - he wasn't, at all, even though Faerghus was a country rife with tall tales of all flavors. But something about the dead still moving about, watching and wailing from the shadows, all of it gave him the creeps. He didn't want to have to think about the possibility of still being stuck here after death - not that he was really sure he believed in alternate destinations, either. That was all far too philosophical for him and he had way too many other things to obsess over, thanks.
He'd had more than one encounter with the lonely ghost in the halls now, and despite the fact that he'd been okay to roll with most things presented to him here in the resort, kissing that mouth? Was not going to be one of them. Which the lonely ghost seems to have taken personally (because of course) and now made a point of hunting Sylvain down anytime he had to pass through or traverse what they saw as "their" territory.
Which meant Sylvain was taking a lot of meandering detours and occasionally getting lost in his efforts to avoid a literal face-sucking. Unfortunately that ended up herding him into a far different sort of corridor, one that was slick and damp and dripping and he doesn't get very far into it when tentacles dart out of the shadows from above, wrapping around his limbs and torso and yanking him off his feet to dangle in the air. His yelp is loud and startled, likely heard in nearby corridors, should anyone be wandering nearby. And he's at a distinct disadvantage from the start, considering the monster above is quick and determined, pinning his limbs and rendering him immobile in a matter of a moments.
Perhaps you're one to wander by during this ordeal - to help, in whatever way you deem most appropriate, or perhaps lured into the same trap. Or perhaps you're there in the aftermath when the House decides to have it's own little fun and Sylvain is pushed out of his own exhausted body to wander these halls as a ghost himself. Something he likes a little better than being chased by one, at least. And since he seems to be stuck like this for the moment - at least until the tentacle monster releases his body - he might as well have a little fun with it, right?
So his ghostly self will be wandering the halls, looking for familiar faces and unsuspecting strangers alike. Always one for a bit of playful mischief, he might lurk in the vicinity of his target, popping out to surprise at an opportune moment, or perhaps haunting objects nearby. He'll reveal himself if caught, of course, but until then, he probably has a little too much fun adding to the spooky atmosphere of the resort at present. ]
+ B. Going Bump in the Night (monster transformations, monster hunting)
[ It was almost impossible to avoid the main lobby on a good day, but Sylvain finds himself drawn back more than once by the bright serenity of the full moon there, caught up in a kind of dazed rapture by it, despite the itch it stirs under his skin. He manages to drag himself away each time, but he does find his feet guiding him there more often then not to gaze up at it. Even if it's not real (he thinks? there's no real sky, so it can't be. right?), its still mesmerizing in its own way, and there's no harm in a bit of moongazing, right?
At least, there isn't, until the effects of the moon kick in, and his time under that gentle moonlight starts to take effect. It seems to go in waves, and none of them the same. There might be a monster transformation taking hold for a while - his body seems to cycle through several of them, he realizes, as time passes. A werewolf, huge and hulking and covered in thick reddish-brown fur. A dragon, scales as red as his hair and warmed by his affinity for fire, though he wanders about on two legs instead of four - a scattering of bright red scales still give him away, as do the serpentine golden eyes that are ever-watchful of those around him, assessing his prey. A fox shifter, halfway caught between man and beast with vibrant red fur and a full tail and ears atop his head, quick and clever and graceful. A demon, perhaps an incubus or succubus version of the creature, hungry and hunting for its next meal, luring unsuspecting targets in with their own desires turned against them.
When he's not held in the sway of the moonlight, caught up in the feral nature of one of the monsters, he's hunting other monsters down, doing his best to capture or herd them towards the Vale. He knows just how dangerous some of them can be - is one of them for some of the time, after all. And while he tries to get himself to the Vale anytime he feels that itch under his skin pick up once more, he's not always successful. Assuming it might be the same for many of the others, he lends a hand to try and keep the resort as safe as possible right now. And hey, he happens to make great bait when needed, even if he's not nearly so easy to catch as some monsters might assume. But if he can lure them into a false sense of superiority? He knows how to use that against them, too. ]
[ He's no stranger to the Smoked Egg, having visited the Lounge now on many occasions - especially because it's the portal down to the Naked Yolk, but also just for the relaxation of the place itself. He should have known there would be predators lurking here, as well. The change in appearance is enough of a surprise upon stepping in, but the smoke - and what lurks within it - are sure to snare his senses in quick order.
Rarely one to resist invitations to hedonism and pleasure, Sylvain won't take much coaxing to join in the fun - even without the extra "help" of the smoke affecting him. And there's little fear of vampires in him anyway, not after his previous encounters with both Reign and Midnight in his time here. And should one seek to "Sire" him, he might be open to the idea, with a little coaxing.
And if he does, he takes to the nature of being a vampire easily and swiftly. Slipping into the role of charming and confident predator isn't exactly an unfamiliar one to him, and he'll more than happily turn those charms on unsuspecting prey who wander into the lounge, or perhaps just too close to his general vicinity. He knows exactly how thrilling it can be to flirt with danger. ]
+ D. Wildcard and Other Options
(( I'm happy to play around with some of the other options listed in the TDM as well. He'd definitely be interested in the Rookery and what could be found there, for one. His kinklist can be found over here. As for the monster and vampire prompts, I'm happy for him to play either the predator or prey role, whatever you're feeling. Also open to other monsters not listed as well, these were just the first few that came to mind. If you have questions or ideas about anything, or just aren't sure about something, feel free to reach out to me via DM or at chaneystarr. ))
Sylvain Gautier | FE3H | 7♦️ | Current
+ A. Watch Your Step (tentacle monsters, ghosts)
[ Sylvain's never been a fan of ghosts. Not that he was a superstitious sort - he wasn't, at all, even though Faerghus was a country rife with tall tales of all flavors. But something about the dead still moving about, watching and wailing from the shadows, all of it gave him the creeps. He didn't want to have to think about the possibility of still being stuck here after death - not that he was really sure he believed in alternate destinations, either. That was all far too philosophical for him and he had way too many other things to obsess over, thanks.
He'd had more than one encounter with the lonely ghost in the halls now, and despite the fact that he'd been okay to roll with most things presented to him here in the resort, kissing that mouth? Was not going to be one of them. Which the lonely ghost seems to have taken personally (because of course) and now made a point of hunting Sylvain down anytime he had to pass through or traverse what they saw as "their" territory.
Which meant Sylvain was taking a lot of meandering detours and occasionally getting lost in his efforts to avoid a literal face-sucking. Unfortunately that ended up herding him into a far different sort of corridor, one that was slick and damp and dripping and he doesn't get very far into it when tentacles dart out of the shadows from above, wrapping around his limbs and torso and yanking him off his feet to dangle in the air. His yelp is loud and startled, likely heard in nearby corridors, should anyone be wandering nearby. And he's at a distinct disadvantage from the start, considering the monster above is quick and determined, pinning his limbs and rendering him immobile in a matter of a moments.
Perhaps you're one to wander by during this ordeal - to help, in whatever way you deem most appropriate, or perhaps lured into the same trap. Or perhaps you're there in the aftermath when the House decides to have it's own little fun and Sylvain is pushed out of his own exhausted body to wander these halls as a ghost himself. Something he likes a little better than being chased by one, at least. And since he seems to be stuck like this for the moment - at least until the tentacle monster releases his body - he might as well have a little fun with it, right?
So his ghostly self will be wandering the halls, looking for familiar faces and unsuspecting strangers alike. Always one for a bit of playful mischief, he might lurk in the vicinity of his target, popping out to surprise at an opportune moment, or perhaps haunting objects nearby. He'll reveal himself if caught, of course, but until then, he probably has a little too much fun adding to the spooky atmosphere of the resort at present. ]
+ B. Going Bump in the Night (monster transformations, monster hunting)
[ It was almost impossible to avoid the main lobby on a good day, but Sylvain finds himself drawn back more than once by the bright serenity of the full moon there, caught up in a kind of dazed rapture by it, despite the itch it stirs under his skin. He manages to drag himself away each time, but he does find his feet guiding him there more often then not to gaze up at it. Even if it's not real (he thinks? there's no real sky, so it can't be. right?), its still mesmerizing in its own way, and there's no harm in a bit of moongazing, right?
At least, there isn't, until the effects of the moon kick in, and his time under that gentle moonlight starts to take effect. It seems to go in waves, and none of them the same. There might be a monster transformation taking hold for a while - his body seems to cycle through several of them, he realizes, as time passes. A werewolf, huge and hulking and covered in thick reddish-brown fur. A dragon, scales as red as his hair and warmed by his affinity for fire, though he wanders about on two legs instead of four - a scattering of bright red scales still give him away, as do the serpentine golden eyes that are ever-watchful of those around him, assessing his prey. A fox shifter, halfway caught between man and beast with vibrant red fur and a full tail and ears atop his head, quick and clever and graceful. A demon, perhaps an incubus or succubus version of the creature, hungry and hunting for its next meal, luring unsuspecting targets in with their own desires turned against them.
When he's not held in the sway of the moonlight, caught up in the feral nature of one of the monsters, he's hunting other monsters down, doing his best to capture or herd them towards the Vale. He knows just how dangerous some of them can be - is one of them for some of the time, after all. And while he tries to get himself to the Vale anytime he feels that itch under his skin pick up once more, he's not always successful. Assuming it might be the same for many of the others, he lends a hand to try and keep the resort as safe as possible right now. And hey, he happens to make great bait when needed, even if he's not nearly so easy to catch as some monsters might assume. But if he can lure them into a false sense of superiority? He knows how to use that against them, too. ]
+ C. Take a Bite (vampires)
[ He's no stranger to the Smoked Egg, having visited the Lounge now on many occasions - especially because it's the portal down to the Naked Yolk, but also just for the relaxation of the place itself. He should have known there would be predators lurking here, as well. The change in appearance is enough of a surprise upon stepping in, but the smoke - and what lurks within it - are sure to snare his senses in quick order.
Rarely one to resist invitations to hedonism and pleasure, Sylvain won't take much coaxing to join in the fun - even without the extra "help" of the smoke affecting him. And there's little fear of vampires in him anyway, not after his previous encounters with both Reign and Midnight in his time here. And should one seek to "Sire" him, he might be open to the idea, with a little coaxing.
And if he does, he takes to the nature of being a vampire easily and swiftly. Slipping into the role of charming and confident predator isn't exactly an unfamiliar one to him, and he'll more than happily turn those charms on unsuspecting prey who wander into the lounge, or perhaps just too close to his general vicinity. He knows exactly how thrilling it can be to flirt with danger. ]
+ D. Wildcard and Other Options