[open & closed]

[quaestionespatris]

WHO: Tavi "Rutyer", Byerly Rutyer, and you! yes, even you!
WHAT: various open and closed starters for this guy, who definitely isn't an Altus mage! definitely probably.
WHEN: the very end of last month throughout the current month.
WHERE: the Gallows, unless otherwise specified.
NOTES: none currently, will update as needed.

i. settling in (closed to Byerly)

The guest quarters--or wherever it is that Byerly has decided to stash him while he conducts his clandestine investigation into his father's whereabouts--isn't much to write home about, but given Tavi has been alternating between sleeping rough and in stables or garden shacks care of the very meagre good will of strangers for the last few days, he is not about to complain. The bed is clean, and it looks like he has a secure enough space to stash his few belongings; in short, it could be much worse.

He hovers by the bed, twisting the worn old shoulder strap of his satchel between his fingers, then turns to look back at Byerly with that gleam of genuine gratitude shining in his eyes. "I really can't thank you enough," he tells him, not for the first time, and tries to still his fidgeting fingers. "I really ought to do something to repay you--or just, something to make myself useful while I'm here."

ii. exploring (open to all)

Tavi has had his fill of Kirkwall after his misadventure in Lowtown, and if the sideways glances he keeps catching from other members of Riftwatch are anything to judge by, he's going to have to work on his cover if he actually expects to fool people in the Gallows into thinking he is who he says he is, too. He stands out not quite like a sore thumb, but even after his years spent in Hunter Fell, there's no mistaking that accent for anything other than Tevene. And a posh one at that.

He tries his best to make up for it; if you encounter him in the library while trying to fetch a book down from a particularly high shelf, he's quite eager to pull up a stepping stool and climb up to fetch it down for you. Are you juggling an armful of boxes, books, or paperwork while simultaneously trying to nudge a closed door open with your foot? Suddenly there's a very earnest, smiling young man holding the door open for you and offering to help carry your burden to wherever it is you're going. Also, if you're a particularly sporty gentleman inclined towards taking your shirt off while exercising or going through sword forms on the training grounds, it is entirely possible that he ends up forgetting what he was doing, and trips over his own feet while admiring your shredded physique technique, of course.

iii. wildcard

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Comments

[cozen]

"Who's Flint? The Cannibal Captain? Scourge of the northern seas?"

If he meant to make fun of Octavius, he would moderate a little more. Pull his level of shock back into something a touch subtler. But this is a joke he intends for the young man to be in on, not the butt of.

He lolls his head to look up at Byerly.

"Maybe he is not as fearsome as he's led us to believe."

[bouchonne]

"Imagine," says Byerly, his playfulness easy and open, "if all this time, he's just been a particularly effective actor, at the head of a comedy troupe, who managed to steal a boat." And then he purses his lips. "That would make an excellent farce, actually. We should write it down."

Then, more directly to Octavius - "He's the head of our forces division. No love lost towards Tevinters, to say the least."

[quaestionespatris]

"Clearly not," Tavi replies nervously. He's not entirely clear on how the logistics there are meant to work, coming clean to one division leader while obfuscating the truth from another, who hates Tevinter. Maybe some of his unease shows in his expression for a moment while his eyes continue to shift uncertainly from Byerly to Bastien and then back again. He's naive, not stupid, and hardly unaware of the many different ways the rug could be pulled out from beneath his feet in this situation.

Still, he's come this far; time to put on a brave face about it. In this case, it's a smile he hopes is convincing, and he pushes himself back up to his feet. "Well, should I go speak to her now? The Scoutmaster, I mean." Look at him, being proactive.

[cozen]

Bastien hums, shrugs. Now is as good as any time. Or perhaps better; Yseult loves to know things, and to know them as quickly as possible, without any gap of time when she might judge people for choosing not to tell them to her.

But, "Would you like something to eat first?"

[bouchonne]

“How homey,” Byerly says, grinning at Bastien. But then, to Octavius, Byerly gives a little arch of his eyebrow. “We don’t have anything elegant, but probably better than the rot you’ve had on the road.”