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[K'pandolu likes boats- she grew up with traders coming every so often, and her family certainly fished enough for her to be familiar with the waters.

She's seated out on the deck, carefully out of the way, when she becomes aware of someone else. She doesn't bother with much more than turning enough to catch a glimpse out of the corner of her eye, not too worried about whoever it is, one ear flicking.]

If we cast a line out here, do you think we'd catch anything interesting?

Well, I've never been one for fishing... but we are quite far from land, are we not?
[ So... that means that fish who are scared from people would come out here? Right? He's going to move closer to K'pandolu, though, sitting nearby. On the ground, of course. ]

True! And there have been tales of stranger fish being caught on the seas, lately…

[One ear twists back, as she considers her companion. He looks so familiar- but no. How could that be…?]

Ah, but then there's the matter of bait… I don't suppose you have any on you? [he said he wasn't much for fishing, so probably not. But anything to keep her stomach from feeling like it's falling in.]

What sort of bait would fish use? I've got some spare meat - my dear brother tried cooking again recently.
[ and emm is not a good cook yet. It's edible, but not the best for Spoken. He himself really is clueless about fish, though - and simply starts to ruffle though his bags, quietly smiling to himself.

And if he is to be recognized, he seems oblivious. Mostly because he's gotten used to the stares - but used to people passing him off as another. Mostly for the white eyes. ]

[she tilts her head to the side for a moment, considering.]

Some of them might take that- we can but try it and see! If you're willing to spare it, of course.

[she reaches for her rod, still watching.]

Your brother? Is he older, or younger?

Well, the one I speak of is younger - but I've also an older.

[ He shrugs a little, getting the meat out of his pack and offers it with a familiar smile. He then speaks again, a slight chuckle in his voice. ]

I'm glad that Emmy didn't come on this trip, though - I wonder if airsickness is connected to seasickness?

[Emmy- a nickname, surely. And an older brother… Her hand tightens on the rod.]

Do you have a nickname for him, as well?

[she frowns at the question, but in a simply puzzled sort of way.]

I've no idea, I fear. Though it seems as though they would be, being both related to travelling… Perhaps a chirugeon might know?

It's been a while since I've been able to go to a chirugeon! And I doubt they'd... well, that's a long story.
[ He says, with a bit of a chuckle. But he tilts his head. No, he isn't hiding who he is. ]
No - Artoriel doesn't take well to nicknames. I used to call him Tori as a child, but... well, it never stuck!

We're still a long way from shore.

[her voice is mild, but she fumbles attaching the meat to the hook a few times before finally pushing it on. It's one thing to be the one who's apparently come back to the dead, and another to be the one discovering that. Can she be blamed for wanting to be sure?]

Hm. No, it doesn't quite fit him, does it? Perhaps I might use Riel next I see him.

[she casts, and looks towards him more fully, smiling if still a little cautious.]

Perhaps! But he'd probably scoff at that and claim that 'a true Fortemps needs no nickname'.

[ He was so quiet as he talked, though. Was this another Warrior of Light? Was he meant to know them, instead of who he died for (the one his mind seemed to block out - was this them)? Looking away a little, he sighed a little. And then he spoke again.

Lying shouldn't suit a hero, but he didn't wish to try and explain alternate worlds for now. It was... tiring. ]

...The very smile I knew suited you.

That is what private spaces are for, are they not?

[she's going to give it a go anyway.

She's not aware of the thoughts going through his mind- there's enough in her own to be starting on. She presses her lips together on hearing those words, hands shaking and ears dropping. She wants to keep it up, but-]

… It is you. I… how?

[she looks at him imploringly, wanting to understand.]

[ He's had to answer so many adventurers who've asked the same question. They see him, cry, and he makes up another excuse.

It didn't fully kill him. He had been reborn as an Adventurer. He was just... alive.

But he was tired of the lies. So, he simply says, offering out a hand... ]

I was revived with the blood of dragons, specially made to turn me to a new Elder.

[she fusses with the rod for a moment, to make sure she won't accidentally hook anything on the deck before reaching out.]

A lord among wyrms? Why?

[she shakes herself after a moment, tail flicking.]

… If you'd rather not say- what do you mean to do now?

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[If there was one thing Aymeric was getting better at was being able to sneak out of the Dusk Vigil without notice. He really has to thank Borelisblade somehow for the secret passages but he just hopes he can get back there before the owner gets back. Dressed in simple adventuring garb, Aymeric found himself getting on a decent sized boat and for once since finding himself in this world, being able to breathe without having to worry about what has changed.

But for now, he's content with taking in the sea air as he leans against the rail and watches the horizon. And no, he hasn't realized that someone else is on this boat ride as well.]

[ Alas, it seems that the one person you didn't want here... is here. Haurchefant smells him, quite honestly. What a bother. He knew that if they were together, well. His heretic friend would probably become quite grumpy.

So, he approaches from behind, his fanged dragon-esque grin covering his face. ] And how did you get here, friend?

[Normally he'd be there to greet his friend warmly but this version...something seemed 'off' about him. Aymeric couldn't let the pit in his stomach grow when he hears him speak up, his mind ringing warning bells at the mention of 'friend'. Something dangerous and he must take precautions lest he do something much worse.]

The front door was open.

[Then he turns to face Haurchefant, looking just as pleasant but feeling like the ship may swallow him whole. Just his luck huh.]

[ Aww, don't be like that. He's just a dear guardian and knight. He's fine. He's always fine. Tilting his head, though, he laughs. ]

And here I thought I'd forgotten something.

[ Don't worry. He's not going to hurt you. Instead, he places his hands on his dear Aymeric - placing them on his shoulders. ]

You should get back - but the boat won't be back there for some time, shall it? As long as you do return, though - this land is dangerous, not just Ishgard.

[Truly, he just doesn't want the little dragon to get blamed for his deeds. So telling a white lie seems to be the best for them and it works.]

I have no intention on going back on my word; on both matters.

[Just as he said on his first day in this world when the dragon was healing him up, he would help him get rid of Ixion by fighting alongside him and stay with him until the deed was done.]

[ Either it works, or Haurchefant is good at masking his emotions.

Haurchefant was never good at masking his emotions. This was one of the most known things of this dear knight. He gives a smile, though - before looking out to the sea. ]

You just desired to see more?

[ It might be nice to let him out. But not take his eyes off him. This world was one of darkness and crazy. He needed to protect him from getting cursed by Ramza or Miscarlet or anybody. ]

[He nods. Besides, he never was going to leave for good until Ixion was gone. Aymeric had always planned on coming back to the fortress but being stuck there just made him feel more like a prisoner. He's a soldier after all.]

Aye, I do. I know you worry since this world is not like mine own but we both know it isn't good to just do nothing while your friend does all the work.

[ They're both soldiers, of a type. But he gives a little laugh. ]

But this job is not one for you. I doubt you'll be able to even speak to whom I'm visiting - a friend who may be able to make us both stronger.

[Mayhap another dragon? But the words are what gets him: make us both stronger. Has he...?]

Stronger? How so?

Well - I was going to ask him for more of his poisons. You know, to see if they could distract the Ward. If they could destroy House Haillenarte, they could at least put them to sleep for a while.

[ He says, as if this is casual. A pause, before: ]

Have you ever considered drinking Dragons' Blood? It can be reversed.

[ .........haurche ]

[Oh, so it would be for weapons. That...actually sounds like a good idea. Obviously this person would know more about the weaknesses of the Ward members. But then he has to go and mention drinking dragon's blood.]

I'm sorry but...did you just suggest I drink dragon's blood?

[W H Y?]

[ He gives a look - as if that reaction was unexpected. ]

Elezen bodies are weak - they're much easier to pierce. If you're going to keep sneaking out, I need to protect you more!