agentlelog | open | like a B- for effort

Who: ya boy emil and you
When: now, later, etc
Where: queen's residence, around town, a farm somewhere
What: some influence jobs and a general prompt
Warnings: he may cry eventually

loren's lament

[Let the record show: Emil and any kind of paperwork have never gotten along swimmingly. He barely scraped through school and has a personal vendetta against reading for work, so this? This is honestly his worst idea to date, letting himself get roped into reading for work!!! for this Loren person. What's in it for him, he mumbles mostly to himself, but he's still doing it.

Like, not very well. But he's sitting behind a messy stack of papers, now mumbling mostly to himself about how "sort by severity" is completely subjective? For example, he has no vested interest in the rippling effects of recent upheavals on local businesses, but apparently a lot of people do! Wow! Amazing!

For the third time in an hour, he sighs loudly. Hi, you're here, so please give his woes your attention.]

This is dreadful. Does he really read all of these when no one else is here?

[Who READS??]

shock it 2 me

[The only reason Emil is even trying to help with the livestock problem is because... well. Honestly, it's because the thought of sad farm animals made him deeply upset and he was compelled to come help. What this means for the job, however, is that an overly-emotional tiny dude has become attached to at least one farm animal (like, a cute baby goat, probably) in between complaining about how the animals seem to want to follow him around and chew on various bits of his clothing.

And then, tragedy of tragedies, his favorite baby goat goes missing and he is deeply distraught. Now, at last, he is inspired to take action.

Of course, he's terrible at Craft, so his misguided attempts to do anything resembling an electric fence keep ending with him giving himself a huge dose of static electricity. Is nothing easy?]

stylish yet irresponsible use of stipend

[Or: who blew their whole stipend on clothes instead of budgeting for food? This guy. On the one hand, he can dress like a local on a whim now! That's exciting! The clothes aren't incredibly great, but they're not terrible. He's managing.

He's also incredibly hungry, which is starting to get embarrassing hours and hours after breakfast. Please feed him, or at least humor him when he very abruptly begins a Casual Conversation (hint: he's bad at this one):]

How do people get jobs here? Just wondering.

misc

[hello what do you want to do? i'm probably on board with it. you can send me a pm or pp to jojoveller with ideas or just tag wildly!! dark knights is the only job emil won't do... and for my own sake i'd like to limit job threads to 2 per job so i can handle them!! thank you

feel free to find him being terrible at magic practice or whining about morning training, etc, i am really open.]

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A good plan. [Jonathan smiles faintly, pleased that Emil is willing to learn and keep learning at least. While he mightn't have plans he does seem willing to try different things.]

You can always find me in my room of an evening or around the residence of a night if you have time to learn. We're all busy enough that I'll let you find me when you have free time.

But I am usually... unavailable during the day. [WHO KNOWS WHY]

[Gee, how mysterious... night is when he sleeps and complains about the day's events, so who knows when he'll actually be available (read: remember).]

Hmm, okay. I'll just walk up and down the halls until I find you.

[This isn't sarcasm. ...This mostly isn't sarcasm.]

You could stop by my room in the evening. [Jonathan points out, raising an eyebrow at the sarcasm, such as it is.]

I will always be there as the sun sets.

Alright, but I don't know which one that is.

[He could just ask... he's not asking. This is kind of asking.]

[Very well. Jonathan crowds a little too close to Emil and takes his hand, producing a pen and writing a room number on the back of Emil's hand.]

No excuses now.

Uh— [Whoa, hello!! That's his hand! He doesn't pull it away, but he does stand there looking shocked and confused.] What?

[He looks down at the back of his hand. Ah?]

I don't know what just happened. Okay?

[He looks equally confused, although it has more to do with Emil's apparent confusion about how room numbers work and why he was given one than anything else.]

That is my room number. So you know which one it is.

[So help him if Emil says he won't remember that much...]

Yes, but... [How to word this delicately? He wonders.] This is my hand.

I'm just saying, maybe a note would have worked just as well. This looks stupid!

Concerned that you'll forget? Very well.

[Reaching out, Jonathan grips Emil's chin and lifts it to lean in and lock gazes with him. Fayura had made it clear the extent he is allowed to use his mental abilities, but he's felt the brush of other minds against his and is fairly certain that this is acceptable.

So Emil will feel Jonathan's mind brush against his, getting a feel for him and making reaching out again to the young man much easier in the future. And easier for Emil to do the same in return. Now when Jonathan continues, it's directly to his mind instead of words.]

Now you can reach me anywhere you wish.

That's not at all what I meant— [he says, continuing to speak even when his chin is grabbed, looking all the more ridiculous for it. This is... uncomfortable? Maybe the brush of minds is common in this place but Emil doesn't enjoy it. The bulk of his experience with anything entering his mind has been things that want to control and murder him, after all, and that really sets the mood for every other subsequent mental interaction!

So he does his best to ignore it as often has he can; there's a trick to silencing those Jewels of lesser rank, but he doesn't know it— not that it would help him here, anyway.

Not that he says- or thinks- any of this, either; maybe the vaguest feeling of discomfort comes through that connection, but since he hasn't figured out anything like putting up "walls," he does the next best thing and lifts a hand to quite literally push Jonathan's face away from his. Hi, no thank you, goodbye!!]

Edited (this friggin icon) 2019-03-19 02:04 (UTC)

[The shove away is perhaps the least of what he deserves for that trick, not to mention a far better reaction that what he might have gotten from others if he'd done the same, so Jonathan doesn't resist it. He lets go with a rumbling chuckle of amusement.]

If I'd given you paper you would say you might lose it, asking wasn't something you wished to do, you didn't want to wander around lost... how else would you have taken the information?

[Now he's being laughed at!! This experience just keeps getting better and better. Emil huffs, irritable, and takes a step back like that will shield his mind from whatever else happens.]

Maybe not everything is about you and your stupid room! Do you think it's the end of the world if I don't show up? Honestly!

Not in the slightest, but I must point out that you were the one who kept arguing that I couldn't expect you to be able to remember details or find it yourself.

[He gives Emil a faintly amused smile.]

If you weren't interested in learning and were simply trying to get out of it, I would say you could simply tell me as much.

[This?? Is rude????]

You— I don't care about your stupid first aid, just stay out of my head! I'm telling you that right now!

Jonathan's jaw tightens in irritation but, with some difficulty, he reins in his pride and the urge to argue the point and simply inclines his head in silent acceptance.]

Very well. I apologise for the intrusion.

[Emil huffs, irritable, like Jonathan giving him that look is just asking for another outburst. He's not wrong! He will be tattling to Lalli about this. Of course.]

Whatever. I don't want to keep talking about it.

[Talk about why he's uncomfortable? Perish the thought.]

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