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Faolan ([personal profile] reticence) wrote2015-02-18 02:52 pm
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FAOLAN

COURT Shardless; Seelie-sworn
TITLE Seelie Marshall's Hound
OCCUPATION Bodyguard, Assassin, Spy
ABLE TO FAST-TRAVEL
  • Teleportation between the gardens of Caer Glaem & Caer Scima
  • Teleportation in Dorchadas at night
  • Teleportation to Lancelot's side
  • Cleg
    RESIDENCE IN 2,701 Caer Glaem
    RESIDENCE IN 2,702 Caer Glaem
  • MAJOR EVENTS

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    PLANS
    - Keeping an eye on Lancelot both in Caer Glaem/the White Citadel and on his travels.
    - His mission for Lancelot to connect with all of the agents stationed in the cities closest to Caer Glaem.
    - Becoming Spymaster under the direction of the Seelie Marshall should said mission be fulfilled.
    - Watching over Bridei when Lancelot is not around and making sure that he is safe.
    - Possibly spreading more positive sentiments towards the Seelie court (or at least positive sentiments towards Lancelot) in the form of ballads.
    - Upholding his oaths to the best of his ability.

    SUMMARY OF KNOWN DETAILS
    TBA

    TIMELINE OF EVENTS

    SPRING IN 2,701 (Mar, Apr, May)
    • MARCH - Gwen is happy to see Faolan alive again. Faolan spends most of the month hiding from the cold under Lancelot's charmed blankets with Bridei, and feeling guilty he won't let him light a fire.
    • APRIL - Faolan starts to hear harp-playing everywhere, both in and out of his dreams, and his emotions go off of the charts. He resents harps, and he resents what they mean to him. He would never destroy an instrument in or out of his dreams however so he will be affected the whole month. There are significant interactions with Lancelot and Guinevere during this event.
    • MAY - Faolan accompanies Lancelot on the first of his many Public Relations trips, this time to Parrais.
    SUMMER IN 2,701 (Jun, Jul, Aug)
    • JUNE - As of the month before, the lockets and the fairy rings do not work, and as such, communication with agents stationed out in cities has become a challenge. Lancelot assigns Faolan the task of traveling to them and communicating in person, since it is easier for him to travel around than most others these days, being shardless. He starts out with Treun, where he participates in the Melee competition of the Tourney and is bested by Connor early in the running. Lancelot is there to soothe his bruised ego. Also at the Tourney he speaks to Aragorn, Lucrezia, and Natasha. He also meets with the agent in Treun before continuing on his mission south to Leathann, where there is no agent stationed, but he spends a while investigating in their stead.
    • JULY - From Leathann Faolan does a massive traveling loop back up to Parrais on his mission for Lancelot to meet with the agent stationed there. And from there he goes on to Doanna for the final stop in his journey, where he discovers that there is some unrest after the hangings that take place there. He speaks to Diarmuid and they exchange information, before he returns to Caer Glaem to share his findings with Lancelot. (All throughout the mission he has been checking in here and there, to let him know that he's alive, and because Bridei misses him.)
    • AUGUST -Faolan accompanies Lancelot to Leathann for more Public Relations on behalf of the Seelie court, and tries desperately not to be in the way during the Festival of Lights. While he's there, he takes some time to investigate this new Oracle (and possibly work on establishing a new agent in the city?).
    FALL IN 2,701 (Sept, Oct, Nov)
    • SEPTEMBER - Faolan returns with Lancelot to Parrais for more Public Relations touring.
    • OCTOBER - On the 25th of October, the Drabwurld celebrates Samhain once more. Faolan attends, and reminisces about last year with Lancelot. He spends less time brooding than he did last year, and even accepts a few dances, including one with Gwen.
    • NOVEMBER - Faolan spends much of the month on regular duties. When word of the escaped convicts from the prison colony in Leathann reaches Caer Glaem, it makes him uneasy - are any of these people a threat to Caer Glaem itself?
    WINTER IN 2,701/2,702 (Dec, Jan, Feb)
    • DECEMBER - Having won the Hunt last year, Lancelot will apparently get it into his mind that he doesn't need to take it seriously this year, thereby ending up getting himself cursed into becoming an animal this go around. An otter, to be exact. Faolan must then watch over him, Lady, and Bridei the three of them for the next few days until Lancelot is himself once more. Any gifts he receives for Yule he struggles to return in kind, even if his own gifts by comparison are likely not as fancy or expensive as those that are given to him.
    • JANUARY - Faolan accompanies Lancelot back to Treun once more for more Public Relations touring on behalf of the Seelie court. He checks in with the agent stationed there, and puts out feelers as to what might be going on with the Fortuna family, after the Governor was forced to abdicate his position. (The 26th marks Faolan's return from death, an event that is possibly worth celebrating?)
    • FEBRUARY - Faolan travels with Lancelot back to Leathann again for another Public Relations visit on behalf of the Seelie court. (If he has established an agent in Leathann at this point he will check in with them.) Also during this month, on the 14th, Bridei turns one year old.
    SPRING IN 2,702 (Mar, Apr)
    • MARCH - Faolan joins Lancelot and all others defending Caer Glaem by decapitating the skeletons of the risen dead, and is largely unsettled by their appearance.
    • APRIL - Fairies start to go missing from Caer Glaem, leaving everyday tasks unfinished. Faolan knows how to make do without them, although it is an inconvenience in certain aspects. This too is concerning, however, and he wonders what it could mean going forward...
    ( codes by whambam )

    knightscode: Noble by firelight (♠ 83)

    [personal profile] knightscode 2015-03-10 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
    Lancleot can hear the faint strains of music through the door, and although he knew Faolan had been given the harp it surprises him to hear it being played. It could be someone else, he thinks, although somehow he doubts Faoaln would be so bold as to invite a person into his room without so much as asking -- yet when he quietly pushes the door open and slides in there he is. Harp upon knee, animals in quiet attendance as he plays.

    More than that, Faolan is singing. He is singing well, in fact, something which surprises Lancelot -- Faolan had always seemed uncomfortable around music. Had always seemed to have distaste for it, for singing. Yet here he is, playing the harp and singing himself. Singing as if it is a thing he is no stranger to, as if it is a natural talent in fact. Lancelot dares not make a sound, dares not step forward even lest he stop so stay still he does. Still and quiet, back in the shadow of the doorway.

    The song itself is a charming one, a tale of a battle of some sort, yet the more it goes on the more Lancelot has an odd sense that the story it tells is oddly familiar. Very familiar, in fact -- and then -- then his suspicion is confirmed. A song of the battle they both fought in! He had no idea such things existed already, let alone one which had him in it, and Arturia? He had no idea many people even knew of what happened! Had it been so witnessed? Was the tale so widely spread?

    At least, he thinks, the song does not name him directly -- although he supposes there is an implication of sorts. That, and he supposes he should be grateful it does not slander him in some way. Faolan's fingers still finally, the last notes ringing through the air, and Lancelot smiles a little at the sentiment. It reminds him of what he has told Faolan himself many a time, and there is something pleasing about seeing it echoed so here.

    "I had no idea you sung," he says, breaking the silence, and Bridei and Lady are suddenly on their feet and scurrying toward him now they realise he is there.
    knightscode: As if I'd spike your drink (♠ 87)

    [personal profile] knightscode 2015-03-14 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
    Lancelot crouches down to greet Bridei and Lady, lets the little dragon crawl up onto his shoulder and makes a fuss of Lady as Faolan stutters. Eyes running over his expression, his surprise, the way he grips the harp so tight. He stays put a moment longer, soothing Lady and letting Bridei settle into his neck before he pushes up. Takes a careful step closer. His voice is low and reassuring, like Faolan is a startled horse about to take flight if he handles this wrong.

    "It's all right," he assures him, "I won't tell anyone, and I can assure you Bridei and Lady won't be spreading it around -- not even if they wanted to."

    He takes a careful step closer, turns a chair toward Faolan and eases into it -- lets Bridei continue to use him as a climbing frame contently, wings buffeting him every so often.

    "Breathe," he encourages softly, and flickers a tentative smile.
    knightscode: I'll live through this series right? (♠24)

    [personal profile] knightscode 2015-03-15 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
    "Long enough. I had no idea songs were being written about the battle already, I admit. I suppose I should be glad they are flattering."

    His smile flicks up further, warm and friendly as he gently detaches Bridei and sets him in his lap. Bridei immediately begins crawling again, stills after a moment as Lancelot holds him to his chest.

    "May I ask where you heard it?"

    So far as he knows Faolan has not had a chance to travel far since the battle, his wounds preventing him doing much at all, which makes Lancelot idly wonder if they're singing such songs around Caer Glaem herself. That would be... a little embarrassing, he thinks... Then again he supposes such things are good for morale.
    knightscode: Trust me I'm a knight (♠ 68)

    [personal profile] knightscode 2015-03-15 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
    They're not? For a moment Lancelot is confused -- after all, Faolan has just played such a song. Clearly they are being written. Yet he amends his answer, an original he says, and after a moment understanding dawns. Faolan is the one who wrote it. Faolan -- and a memory nags at him distantly. In amongst all the blood and terror of the nightmare they shared, Faolan's house -- or part of it. Tapestries on the wall, a harp propped against it by the fire. Once upon a time Faolan was a different person to the one wielding daggers and swearing oaths of fealty. Once upon a time Faolan was a romantic.

    Something about that warms Lancelot to know, makes Faolan more whole as a person. It feels like a missing piece of a puzzle he had not realised was incomplete.

    "Well," he begins, eyes dropping to Bridei in faint embarrassment. "Then I am more than flattered. It's very good."

    He feels like he should say more, but Faolan is so very nervous about it that Lancelot wonders if that would only cause him greater discomfort.
    knightscode: As if I'd spike your drink (♠ 87)

    [personal profile] knightscode 2015-03-15 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
    Lancelot hesitates a moment, gets up after a moment -- one hand around Bridei's middle under his front legs, holding him steady as he wiggles -- and drags his chair closer.

    "Would you like a drink?" he suggests, turning to his cabinet and pulling it open. "You look a little like you could use one." He glances back, flickers a sympathetic smile. "Forgive me if I have intruded in some way, Faolan, I did not mean to make you uncomfortable."

    Bridei wiggles again and Lancelot leans to set him down, lets him skitter back to beside Lady where he proceeds to climb onto her. She tolerates it with exaggerated doggy patience.
    knightscode: AND MORE TRAGIC (♠18)

    [personal profile] knightscode 2015-03-15 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
    "I admit, no. I did not know Maglor, particularly, other than when he spoke to me after..." He hesitates mid pour of the drink, tilts his head a little. "After what happened." Lancelot turns and paces over -- holds out one of the drinks to Faolan before sliding into a chair with his own. "Your private life is your own, Faolan. I admit I am curious, but you must not feel you owe it to me to share everything. You do not. I will think no more or less of you regardless of this, you are my friend and ally regardless."

    He reaches over after a moment to gently detach Bridei from Lady, to give her a moment of reprieve from his rougher affections. Bridei latches around Lancelot's wrist playfully and he lifts him clear, settles the little dragon back into his lap as he sips his drink.

    "Of course," he adds, setting the drink aside, "if you want to tell me do not let me stop you. I know little enough about music myself."
    knightscode: As if I'd spike your drink (♠ 87)

    [personal profile] knightscode 2015-03-21 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
    "A different trade?" he echoes quietly, smoothing Bridei's scales. "With music?"

    It's a gentle prompt, one to try and keep Faolan going since he seems inclined toward sharing. Lancelot fully stands by his words, that the man does not owe him as such, but if he wishes to share -- well, this other side of him... it does interest him. That he should have lead such a different life.

    "Before... what happened, with your family?"

    At least, he assumes that was a turning point -- a violent one at that.
    knightscode: Ah yes another terrible plan (♠22)

    [personal profile] knightscode 2015-03-26 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
    A bard. It makes sense, in truth. Many things suddenly make sense. His upset around hearing music, his withdrawal from busier parties where it is played, his own ability with the harp and with words regardless. It all makes sense but in a way it saddens Lancelot too, the way Faolan has rejected this part of himself.

    "You took to avoiding music," he prompts on, "to avoid the memories? It is not for lack of skill, I am sure. You still play beautifully."

    Yet Faolan has always been a little withdrawn. Perhaps the time for drawing attention to himself has simply passed.
    knightscode: AND MORE TRAGIC (♠18)

    [personal profile] knightscode 2015-03-31 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
    He hums in thought at that, lowers his eyes to Bridei and gently tries to still the little dragon as he wriggles once more.

    "You yearn for it," he repeats softly, "yet you deny yourself. It reminds you of the past. Yet... those memories, associations, will never fully leave you if you do not let yourself move on. If... the past, a past you do not wish, is the only memory you have a harp then of course a harp will make you recall it. If you want to enjoy it once more, then the only way is to do so. To make new memories, new associations, to live in the here and now -- not the past. Play here -- I will not begrudge you doing so. Play as much as you wish, Faolan, and perhaps one day... your confidence will return enough to play for others as you once did."
    knightscode: As if I'd spike your drink (♠ 87)

    [personal profile] knightscode 2015-04-05 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
    "I hardly think music a nuisance, nor do I hardly think you so. I welcome anything that brings you happiness, Faolan, and besides which -- the music is quite soothing. It certainly had Bridei enchanted, I am not so sure I have seen him sit that still in some time."

    Lancelot flickers a smile as he gently flips Bridei onto his back, tickles him a little as he squirms -- eyes flicking between the little creature in Faolan.

    "You are not only a bard and a bodyguard, Faolan, above both you are my friend. I keep you around as much for the latter as the former two."
    knightscode: Welp (♠36)

    [personal profile] knightscode 2015-04-09 09:13 am (UTC)(link)
    "So we will."

    His eyes drop again quickly as Bridei latches onto his fingers, free hand moving to tap his nose to make him let go before scooping up the little dragon -- pushing to his feet and crossing to gently place him in Faolan's arms.

    "This space is yours so much as it is mine, Faolan, and I am quite capable of sharing. Plenty of people pay for the privilege of having a bard play for them, if I am to get it for free who I am to argue?" Lancelot quirks a playful smile, reaching to gently run a finger over Bridei's forehead as he squirms to settle against Faolan's chest. "Unless you were planning to charge me, of course."
    knightscode: She is hot though right? (♠30)

    [personal profile] knightscode 2015-04-15 09:58 am (UTC)(link)
    "Ah, you wish to invite input? Well, if you are to take requests perhaps we should request something about my valiant friend here."

    Lancelot eases back into his chair now Bridei is settled with Faolan, holds out a hand to Lady as she pads closer to sit beside him and lean against his legs. His eyes drop down to the little dog, one hand rubbing at her chest and legs soothingly.

    "Lady Brave, honorary Knight of the Golden Cadre, guardian and heroine. If I am to have a song written about me I should think she well deserves her own."

    Lady makes a vague grumbling sound of assent, face resting against Lancelot's legs and eyes closed as she's fussed over. Yes, a song about her would be good she thinks. Lancelot's eyes lift back to Faolan and he smiles, something warm and playful.

    "I swear there will be no suffering on my part," he assures him more seriously.

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