Did you want to wake up after being struck from behind on an airship? Arms tied, being kept imprisoned? Still being in imperial robes, the ones he had been wearing before?
Whoops. because, well, That's where he is. Luckily, Krile isn't there, she's safe-- but there's a Garlean sitting by him, guarding him. Daggers which are-- wait, they're his. She's holding his, and reading a Garlean history book - before noticing he's awake. ]
[Well- he didn't particularly want to be struck, but- this is where he is. He wriggles, trying to get out- at least Krile got away, but- where is he going?
He glances at the Garlean- surprisingly familiar, and frowns for a moment before smoothing it out, head tilted.]
I've woken in worse positions. Though this is… unusual.
...It's simply precautions, or so I've been told. You've gotten some rather nasty injuries which will be sorted out once we return home.
[ She says so casually, placing her book down before looking at him. Clearly a pureblooded Garlean, with the third eye and all. And yet... she looks familiar. ]
[ Urianger Augurelt had been captured by the Empire. The Archon had held hope he would survive. But he had not given word, and the Empire was clear on what they'd do to him. Whoever gave him over was now a full citizen of the Empire, and Urianger...
...he was likely dead. And so, he was the first to be mourned, but then Balamut was unleashed.
It had been a secret of the Grand Companies what happened with the White Raven once the Warrior of Lights - and Cid - went to fight them. Hidden from everybody, Nael had been captured and interrogated for a full moon. And yet... they had recently sent Immortal Flames to retrieve Thancred, or any Archon who could come aid.
For Nael was seemingly tempered. Thancred, being known to the Ul'dahn elite, was the one they thought could get though to the captured Imperial. They'd considered asking those of the Path of the Twelve, but the Archon were more knowledgable. However, they'd of course listen to Thancred if he asked for any echo bearers to be present - because they had a theory. Nael... may be tempered, and so, he should be dealt with by those who know more about it.
But now... there Nael is, sitting there. Arms and legs tied to a chair. A glare in that glance. What will you do? ]
[They'd known it was a danger. And Urianger was the perfect man to draw attention as a prophet…. All the same, it hurts, and Thancred missed the other man.
Still- they've had to deal with this- Bahamut, and the Umbral Era now of them-
And this. Most of the Echo-bearers he knows of are… vanished, but he's asked…. And here they are. Here van Darnus is, and he stares for a moment.]
You survived. What was your plan? Did you mean to become this?
[ It hurt more when Moenbryda had rushed to the Archons, even though they had no body. Even more to mourn.
But for the now, van Darnus looked up to him - a little shock in those eyes that betrayed any look a Garlean had ever given an Archon. ]
...Things are not as they seem for anybody, savage.
[ He could say he was who he was, the soul inside. But it would not be believed. The technique he used was forbidden for a reason - much like techniques the Shadowless Paragon could do. ]
[ The world had ended. The world had ended, and Fordola had refused to go back to Garlemald. And so, she had nearly been hunted down. Nearly killed, before everything ended.
Existing felt so strange now, her body didn't feel like it truly existed. She didn't have a shape. In fact, she looked more like a moving shadow, burning brightly. Deep green eyes the only sign she wasn't just a beast - she was herself. Though there were rumours around the world between worlds that this beast... well, it had begun to consume things. Objects for now, ones which were Ala Mhigan. It kept trying to bundle them up, and they glitched and joined into the being. (Turning up later, mangled.)
Which might be a little scary, because it's just locked eyes onto Yda. Began to move towards her. ]
[ It stops, looking to her. It stops, staring at her, eyes flickering. And then a voice comes out - but it barely sounds together. More like static. More like... well. The sound of text writing was in the voice. ]
[ It was not often that Lord Zenos called for somebody.
Less so for a Sas. But he had lead Prastha sas Aelius off to a room - far from people. He was turned, as he waited for the Miqo'te to speak. But... Prastha would notice something else in the room. A smell, one of Darkness. ]
[Prastha is- well. He's usually worried, though most of the time it's not quite as intense as this. And then- that smell…? What's Darkness doing here…?
Still.
It becomes clear Zenos is waiting for him, and he clears his throat, hands at his sides, tail flicking.]
[ Deep in the tower, where no others can roam, Bolormaa has set up crystals around the floating souls. Those of her home. Her eyes closed, Bolormaa prayed. ]
Brother... dearest brother, Thancred. Please, I summon you - to protect me. I need you.
[ Light glowed. Bolormaa was not often one to Summon, but here she was, using her powers. The sort which would bring a Warrior to the Conflict. ]
[He feels it, in the midst of dreams- and looks up, the dream around him blurring.]
Bolormaa?
[Thoughts of the waking world stir and he takes a step forward- clumsily at first, but he begins to focus. He needs to reach her- to protect- trying to push himself forward, to her. However he can. Even if his hand as he reaches- isn't quite a hand.]
[ Poor Bolormaa had been asleep for a while, after she was shocked and horrified by the death of her sister.
But that was to end, as she sat up in bed. However, confusion covered her face, in these comfortable robes. Her tail stilled, her expression concerned, she began to brush at her scales a little. ]
[It's all been worrying, and G'raha's spent as much time watching over Bolormaa, and trying to ensure that she's comfortable.
He leans forward, ears immediately up.] Bolormaa! You're awake…. How are you feeling? [he's noticed her confusion- but maybe since she's been asleep this long.]
[ It was nice, having found a place to live with Thancred. And Bolormaa, and Minfilia, and Lahabrea. Outside of time, being able to pick up things from all time. Including cellphones, including powerful magics.
Including this strange app that promised to make you the perfect person for your love. Love? Urianger liked to think he loved Thancred. And so, he'd opened it. But what did Thancred love? Now that was hard to understand, for a Siren. Luckily, there were presets... and one seemed to be one labelled with many bird titles.
When Thancred returned from his duties as a Guardian of the Light, he'd find there was a note and signs for him - Urianger had left them before he pressed apply changes.
In the room, though? There was a quite fluffy Ixal, with a long snake-like tail. Eyes full of lust, and the phone left there, so Thancred could play with him more... ]
[Thancred lets out a curious sound when he finds the first note, picking it up and reading it. Trying something out-? Urianger has seemed interested in what they've found, and he's hoped it'll help Urianger. This, though- this he's still surprised to see, keeping the phone with him as he approaches Urianger.]
Well. This is certainly a welcome home. Just for me, hm?
[ Often, on the First, there were underground lands safe from the eternal Light. They were often safe from Sin Eaters... or, so it was thought, so it was where people tended to tend to themselves and sleep.
Sorry, G'raha, but there's a strange Sin Eater sitting in your bathtub. Just as you were running it, as well! This one looks like a mix of a dragon and a bug, with twelve wings - even if some of them look shriveled, hurt. Wide blue eyes stared, as she began to splash in the water, tail wagging like some sort of dog. While most Sin Eaters were golden or white, this one was pink with blue beads in her golden hair.
But still. Why. Why were they looking him over, the crystal which consumed his flesh, a gleam in her eyes. Not averting her gaze at anything... lewd. ]
[Well. He can definitely be embarrassed enough, flushing a deep red. Though of course, there’s the practical thing here, and he steps closer. Not going back, just in case... but this doesn’t seem dangerous. And those colours... that’s different. He can’t help wondering.]
How did you get here...? I only turned for a moment!
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Hey, Thancred.
Did you want to wake up after being struck from behind on an airship? Arms tied, being kept imprisoned? Still being in imperial robes, the ones he had been wearing before?
Whoops. because, well, That's where he is. Luckily, Krile isn't there, she's safe-- but there's a Garlean sitting by him, guarding him. Daggers which are-- wait, they're his. She's holding his, and reading a Garlean history book - before noticing he's awake. ]
...You can wake in that state?
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He glances at the Garlean- surprisingly familiar, and frowns for a moment before smoothing it out, head tilted.]
I've woken in worse positions. Though this is… unusual.
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[ She says so casually, placing her book down before looking at him. Clearly a pureblooded Garlean, with the third eye and all. And yet... she looks familiar. ]
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[for the both of them? He glances at the book, and then over her.]
Back to Garlemald, I take it?
wrong account!! >>
all good! <3 imagines belias that cute…
belias being soft and fluffy..... someday.........
someday!!
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...he was likely dead. And so, he was the first to be mourned, but then Balamut was unleashed.
It had been a secret of the Grand Companies what happened with the White Raven once the Warrior of Lights - and Cid - went to fight them. Hidden from everybody, Nael had been captured and interrogated for a full moon. And yet... they had recently sent Immortal Flames to retrieve Thancred, or any Archon who could come aid.
For Nael was seemingly tempered. Thancred, being known to the Ul'dahn elite, was the one they thought could get though to the captured Imperial. They'd considered asking those of the Path of the Twelve, but the Archon were more knowledgable. However, they'd of course listen to Thancred if he asked for any echo bearers to be present - because they had a theory. Nael... may be tempered, and so, he should be dealt with by those who know more about it.
But now... there Nael is, sitting there. Arms and legs tied to a chair. A glare in that glance. What will you do? ]
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Still- they've had to deal with this- Bahamut, and the Umbral Era now of them-
And this. Most of the Echo-bearers he knows of are… vanished, but he's asked…. And here they are. Here van Darnus is, and he stares for a moment.]
You survived. What was your plan? Did you mean to become this?
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But for the now, van Darnus looked up to him - a little shock in those eyes that betrayed any look a Garlean had ever given an Archon. ]
...Things are not as they seem for anybody, savage.
[ He could say he was who he was, the soul inside. But it would not be believed. The technique he used was forbidden for a reason - much like techniques the Shadowless Paragon could do. ]
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Existing felt so strange now, her body didn't feel like it truly existed. She didn't have a shape. In fact, she looked more like a moving shadow, burning brightly. Deep green eyes the only sign she wasn't just a beast - she was herself. Though there were rumours around the world between worlds that this beast... well, it had begun to consume things. Objects for now, ones which were Ala Mhigan. It kept trying to bundle them up, and they glitched and joined into the being. (Turning up later, mangled.)
Which might be a little scary, because it's just locked eyes onto Yda. Began to move towards her. ]
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But maybe there's hope- if it's taken to things of Ala Mhigo, maybe she can appeal to it a little.]
Hey. Can you talk? Are you looking for something?
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...Home...?
[ She was straining to talk. ]
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Less so for a Sas. But he had lead Prastha sas Aelius off to a room - far from people. He was turned, as he waited for the Miqo'te to speak. But... Prastha would notice something else in the room. A smell, one of Darkness. ]
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Still.
It becomes clear Zenos is waiting for him, and he clears his throat, hands at his sides, tail flicking.]
My Lord? What did you wish to speak of?
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...Your position.
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Brother... dearest brother, Thancred. Please, I summon you - to protect me. I need you.
[ Light glowed. Bolormaa was not often one to Summon, but here she was, using her powers. The sort which would bring a Warrior to the Conflict. ]
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Bolormaa?
[Thoughts of the waking world stir and he takes a step forward- clumsily at first, but he begins to focus. He needs to reach her- to protect- trying to push himself forward, to her. However he can. Even if his hand as he reaches- isn't quite a hand.]
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Bolormaa hears his voice, though, and she suddenly looks at him. He is smaller then her, but...!! Her tears don't cease. ]
B-Brother...!!
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But that was to end, as she sat up in bed. However, confusion covered her face, in these comfortable robes. Her tail stilled, her expression concerned, she began to brush at her scales a little. ]
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He leans forward, ears immediately up.] Bolormaa! You're awake…. How are you feeling? [he's noticed her confusion- but maybe since she's been asleep this long.]
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...I am fine.
[ No excitement in her voice, no seeming excited, just a simple reply. And then, she broke his heart in a single sentence: ]
Who are you?
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Including this strange app that promised to make you the perfect person for your love. Love? Urianger liked to think he loved Thancred. And so, he'd opened it. But what did Thancred love? Now that was hard to understand, for a Siren. Luckily, there were presets... and one seemed to be one labelled with many bird titles.
When Thancred returned from his duties as a Guardian of the Light, he'd find there was a note and signs for him - Urianger had left them before he pressed apply changes.
In the room, though? There was a quite fluffy Ixal, with a long snake-like tail. Eyes full of lust, and the phone left there, so Thancred could play with him more... ]
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Well. This is certainly a welcome home. Just for me, hm?
[He grins, reaching out to touch Urianger.]
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You deserve it~
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Sorry, G'raha, but there's a strange Sin Eater sitting in your bathtub. Just as you were running it, as well! This one looks like a mix of a dragon and a bug, with twelve wings - even if some of them look shriveled, hurt. Wide blue eyes stared, as she began to splash in the water, tail wagging like some sort of dog. While most Sin Eaters were golden or white, this one was pink with blue beads in her golden hair.
But still. Why. Why were they looking him over, the crystal which consumed his flesh, a gleam in her eyes. Not averting her gaze at anything... lewd. ]
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How did you get here...? I only turned for a moment!
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And then she spoke, the voice of an adult woman. ]
...Looking for... food.
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