[ dextera has been on top of things in terms of preparing alenroux. as a tier 2 member of the faction, he was given authority, and he took to it well—which is why it’s perhaps surprising for anyone who has only seen him standing straight and tall and guiding soldiers to now be meek and a little… in the way, honestly, compared to how effective everyone else is at setting up.
he quietly excuses himself and decides instead to help the only way he knows how: digging in the dirt at the edge of the camp. it’s not even clear what he’s looking for, if anything, but every now and then he looks longingly a bit further in the woods. maybe you’d like to go on an adventure with him?
the other things do, however, catch his interest. most of these party games he’s never participated in and he takes a little while to observe and understand exactly what they’re doing, but he’s quietly enthused at the prospect of playing along.
for arm-wrestling, he takes a seat and rolls up his sleeve. his hands are gross, sorry, covered in god-knows-what, and even he seems to realize it because he quickly wipes his palm off on his shirt. look, it’s fine.
for the three-legged race, this is something he seems to really want to try, but his lack of voice means it’s a bit harder to speak up and find a partner. communion isn’t mean to be used for something like this, after all, in a group where no one can immediately see the source of it—so, regardless of whether or not he knows you, he places his hand on your shoulder to get your attention.
you wouldn’t disappoint this sad face, would you? ]
III. sunbeam sharing
[ dextera has been enjoying hearing about everyone’s worlds. those who are brave enough to share, he takes their memories like his own—though not without a bit of jealousy. for the most part, he enjoys hearing what everyone else is fighting for.
when it comes to him, whether someone asks him or the gaze just naturally falls on him, he hesitates. ]
…
[ the iliachtida is warm in his hand, glinting in the light of the fire. there are details he doesn’t want to share, things he profoundly doesn’t want anyone to know, but he also doesn’t want to keep secrets.
for those who care to listen, gathered around the bonfire, dextera makes a quiet impression with communion. he’s relaying the image he sees in the bead, of a young woman with short red hair and a green dress, floating—literally floating—above a pool of green water, endlessly in circles.
“stupid,” she mumbles to herself, “stupid— augh! idiot! it’s not like I even want to see him!”
dextera flushes red and ends the image there, as his actual memories of her get mixed into the gaze into the sunbeam. ]
…she isn’t always that mean.
IV. wildcard!
( does your character need a meri peptalk? does someone need to tell dextera to take a shower? if there’s anything else you wanna do, just lmk and we can work something out! )
dextera • exalt
[ dextera has been on top of things in terms of preparing alenroux. as a tier 2 member of the faction, he was given authority, and he took to it well—which is why it’s perhaps surprising for anyone who has only seen him standing straight and tall and guiding soldiers to now be meek and a little… in the way, honestly, compared to how effective everyone else is at setting up.
he quietly excuses himself and decides instead to help the only way he knows how: digging in the dirt at the edge of the camp. it’s not even clear what he’s looking for, if anything, but every now and then he looks longingly a bit further in the woods. maybe you’d like to go on an adventure with him?
or maybe you just want to watch this grown man now carrying a gun the size of his torso play in the mud, whatever. that’s fine too. ]
[ he is not sparring.
the other things do, however, catch his interest. most of these party games he’s never participated in and he takes a little while to observe and understand exactly what they’re doing, but he’s quietly enthused at the prospect of playing along.
you wouldn’t disappoint this sad face, would you? ]
[ dextera has been enjoying hearing about everyone’s worlds. those who are brave enough to share, he takes their memories like his own—though not without a bit of jealousy. for the most part, he enjoys hearing what everyone else is fighting for.
when it comes to him, whether someone asks him or the gaze just naturally falls on him, he hesitates. ]
…
[ the iliachtida is warm in his hand, glinting in the light of the fire. there are details he doesn’t want to share, things he profoundly doesn’t want anyone to know, but he also doesn’t want to keep secrets.
for those who care to listen, gathered around the bonfire, dextera makes a quiet impression with communion. he’s relaying the image he sees in the bead, of a young woman with short red hair and a green dress, floating—literally floating—above a pool of green water, endlessly in circles.
“stupid,” she mumbles to herself, “stupid— augh! idiot! it’s not like I even want to see him!”
dextera flushes red and ends the image there, as his actual memories of her get mixed into the gaze into the sunbeam. ]
…she isn’t always that mean.
( does your character need a meri peptalk? does someone need to tell dextera to take a shower? if there’s anything else you wanna do, just lmk and we can work something out! )