[After the event demonstration at the Gourmand Guild, Dylas is...extremely unbothered. He looks a little bored if anything. He drums his fingers against the seat in front of him during the entire performance, the tip of his serpentine tail twitching in anticipation of that feast before.
When all is said and done, he exhales and heads back to the table for some food. He helps himself to a large helping of fish, a little helping of everything else. What can he say? He has a voreacious appetite. A few of the gourmands nearby seem a little impressed—or scared. Whatever.]
This is the best guild yet.
[He says to no one in particular.]
ii. the sleep of the dead
[In stark contrast to the Gourmand guild, Dylas is too bored to function during the Necromancer Guild displays. There are two important things going on, though. First, he notices how the locals seem to avoid the building. That's nice. Second, it's so cold inside that he finds a couch in the lobby and...sleeps through the entire thing.
And when Dylas lays around on the couch, he really lays around it. He hangs off one of the arms, his tail coiled around the rest of the couch, going over, under. He's making himself so comfortable that he starts to drool and speak in his sleep.]
Fish bastard...is too loud...
[If you wait around, he might say even more! Or you might catch him signing with the Necromancer's Guild before the airship leaves. He's not particularly interested, but it's quiet here. He'd like to come back.]
iii. kupo? more like kunope
[It's the city of Arito. People to and fro are venting about this and that, but in a quiet corner of the city there's relative silence, a peace to be found. But as your character approaches an intersection, they hear several loud Moogles yelp and 'kupo' in distress before running out into the street.
If they round the corner to see what the fuss is, they'll find Dylas in mid-yawn, his snake fangs extended. When he finishes yawning, he goes back to trying to rest on the bench, forgetting to retract his fangs. They jut out over his bottom lip instead.
When he notices someone coming, he turns to them. Look,]
Dylas | OTA
[After the event demonstration at the Gourmand Guild, Dylas is...extremely unbothered. He looks a little bored if anything. He drums his fingers against the seat in front of him during the entire performance, the tip of his serpentine tail twitching in anticipation of that feast before.
When all is said and done, he exhales and heads back to the table for some food. He helps himself to a large helping of fish, a little helping of everything else. What can he say? He has a voreacious appetite. A few of the gourmands nearby seem a little impressed—or scared. Whatever.]
This is the best guild yet.
[He says to no one in particular.]
ii. the sleep of the dead
[In stark contrast to the Gourmand guild, Dylas is too bored to function during the Necromancer Guild displays. There are two important things going on, though. First, he notices how the locals seem to avoid the building. That's nice. Second, it's so cold inside that he finds a couch in the lobby and...sleeps through the entire thing.
And when Dylas lays around on the couch, he really lays around it. He hangs off one of the arms, his tail coiled around the rest of the couch, going over, under. He's making himself so comfortable that he starts to drool and speak in his sleep.]
Fish bastard...is too loud...
[If you wait around, he might say even more! Or you might catch him signing with the Necromancer's Guild before the airship leaves. He's not particularly interested, but it's quiet here. He'd like to come back.]
iii. kupo? more like kunope
[It's the city of Arito. People to and fro are venting about this and that, but in a quiet corner of the city there's relative silence, a peace to be found. But as your character approaches an intersection, they hear several loud Moogles yelp and 'kupo' in distress before running out into the street.
If they round the corner to see what the fuss is, they'll find Dylas in mid-yawn, his snake fangs extended. When he finishes yawning, he goes back to trying to rest on the bench, forgetting to retract his fangs. They jut out over his bottom lip instead.
When he notices someone coming, he turns to them. Look,]
It wasn't me.
[It probably was, though.]