[ pov: you're one of faerghus' top generals, you just won a war that spanned like five years, and you may or may not have killed some of your former classmates because of it and now you find yourself in a brand new world with no recollection of how you got there. like, sylvain vaguely recalls a dream? sort of. mostly he was just looking forward to getting a drink and sitting down to just chill for a while? maybe think about going back home to gautier? a bitch is tired, alright. but to say he expected to be whisked off to goddess knows where would be a lie.

so, here he is, still clad in his armor, kind of looking like he just walked off the battlefield, which... maybe. there's likely dried blood and other gross stuff on his armor but at least he doesn't look too badly injured? he takes a good moment just turning around in place, staring at his surroundings before he groans suddenly, shoulders slumping before he literally falls on one knee in the middle of the road. ]

Aw, man, you gotta be kidding me...

[ just a grown ass man being a big dramatic baby... nothing to see here, folks. ]

[ anyway, for the rest of the week, sylvain can be seen all around town picking up odd jobs here and there. maybe you're down in angel's share for a drink, or getting lunch at the good hunter—either way, sylvain will be there to take your order, sans armor and looking fresh with a charming smile in place, completely different to how he was when he first got here. ]

Hey, there! What can I get you today?

[ or alternatively, catch him outside town messing around with his powers. he has the anemo vision, and he's mostly just trying to see if he can airbend, testing to see how big of a rock he can throw around. actually, on second thought, maybe don't get any closer. ]

Oh—[ shit ] Get down!

[ so time loop stuff isn't something completely new to him? like, byleth used to do some wild shit back in the day that was equally as crazy, so the idea of a town stuck in a constant loop isn't so far fetched. sylvain is back at angel's share chatting up charles to ask for a job, just like he did the week before, except this time he's dragging someone else into it. maybe you're just there minding your own business, and suddenly there's this guy sidling up next to you. ]

Look, it's okay. I got you, Charles. [ sylvain is still talking to charles, but he's clearly pretending he knows you now, tossing a wink at you before he turns back to charles. ] You need a night off, no worries! My friend and I here, we'll give you a hand. Just leave it to us.

[ did he just get both of you employed? maybe so. you're welcome. ]

[ wildcard, u know what to do. if none of these work catch me on wooloos and i'll get something else up or just leave me whatever and i'll roll with it, i'm easy. ]