call me out - eorzea/CUTIE edition

[kururu]

c h a r a c t e r s
nero tol scaeva betterthangarlond	sasaxia saxia levinchild	ku lu minuet_of_rigor	faya rose falserose
Miscarlet arcaniststaff	'First Cycle' Urianger arcaniststaff	borealis shisnon borelisblade	th'ancred nuhn catcred
bahasaie corruptedcoil	alphinix turn12	francel 'rose bandit' fuckishgard	papayda papayda
emmanelle greystone paragon_bastard	haurchefant greystone shieldless	'ramza' scratched_disc	minfilia/cloud of light aethercrystals
j'rhoomale carha winddarkness	character journal	character journal	character journal

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[arcaniststaff]

[ It was a silly idea, really.

To try and meet with more who did not belong in this world - not just those who came to him. Perhaps then, he could get them to be understood. His quest had brought him here, however.

Holding a bouquet of flowers and approaching the last location an abnormality was sighted. Perhaps he could... woo them. In a way. (He wasn't romantic! No matter what he was told.) He only hoped he could find her quickly - question - then retreat to his garden paradise he'd grown in the Waking Sands. He, too, had grown these rare flowers. But for now, he was on the streets of Ul'dah, seeking one by the description he'd managed to pick up. (Which wasn't much.)

This wouldn't become more, now would it? ]

[ladycred]

[Thanaire can be found near the Adventurer's Guild, watching some of the Miq'ote dancers nearby. She wasn't supposed to be in this world, so she was trying to stay out of things as much as possible. She didn't know what was going on, but she couldn't really mess with the timeline of this world, especially considering she didn't know when this world was in her timeline. She may be from before... or after... and knowing too much.

So, she just sat, and watched. Maybe explored. But tried to avoid anyone who may be the Warrior of Light.]

[arcaniststaff]

[ His eyes focused on her straight away. One of those described by that strange grumpy dragon-esque lady, who almost looked like...

...No, it couldn't be her - couldn't be Alisaie. Just as this lady looked almost like his ally. (The one who seemed to be getting more and more wary, and was still mourning the death of the Warrior of Light. Mourning in a different way.)

He simply stood next to her, before speaking in a way more relaxed then she may know from the Urianger from her world. Confidence masking his nerves. ]

From many times, beings come and roam the lands.
Seeking salvation and purpose, in their own broken ways.

...Does it not remind you of the ballad of Answers?

[ladycred]

[She's surprised the voice, and glances over her shoulder. She wasn't expecting anyone to come and talk to her... trying to blend in and all. But she's surprised to see who she's talking to, instead of some random Ul'dan citizen.]

Urianger!

[arcaniststaff]

[ The very same.

His tone is quiet, however - reaching one of his hands to feel her neck. The one covered by black glove, to hide the voidy tentacle fingers he used.

...The tattoo was not false. So not simply a fangirl. ]

And you... a variation of Thancred, if I am not to assume too much.

[ He had wondered if the drunk rambling of his Thancred had been true - there being people who dressed and looked like him. And now he knew. ]

[ladycred]

[She should be surprised he's male... Everyone here is opposite of home. But the clothes were the same, and the attitude.

When he reached out to touch her tattoo, she leaned into it... Then paused, this wasn't the Urianger from home. Someone different. And she pulled away, no but careful to not look like a flinch.]

Thanaire Bladesong. I believe Thancred is this world's version of me.

[arcaniststaff]

[ He seems to give a small smile. ]

Then we are still allies, Thanaire. Here.

[ And he hands over the flowers. A gift, though his expression is still awkward. ]

I... am aware of oddities happening - though no other Scion is. I am ally to those who require assistance blending in, and crafting a new life.

[ Even if it risks his position more. Even if it hurts him so much to have to do. ]

for yukiko

[lightisnotgood]

[ Explore.

Explore.

Seek more.

And then explore some more.

Perhaps Albin should go and do some quests. Make time go forward, and the ballad of the Gods continue onwards. See how the world reacts with no Light to stop Leviathan. A flooded world would be one where his God were to fall, wouldn't it.

Or perhaps he should continue lazing around in Mor Dhona, sitting in Seventh Heaven. Not drinking, mind you. But mostly staring at people, seeing if they're abnormal (other then spending a lot of time staring at the Wandering Minstrel, sensing something else near them - though not known, it's also a hobby of the Glitchy Ramza to try and figure him out in a non-mean wa). If they look out of place, or feel wrong. From different worlds. He's always had a sense for it.

And if they are? Giving them a sneer, before speaking in his monotone voice. ]

By who's Light are you here?

[betweenlightanddark]

[No matter which Eorzea she was in, the Seventh Heaven was always a good spot to relax in. Borealis had some duties to attend to and Yukiko respected his choice to go alone. He may act like a child sometimes but she knew he's much stronger.

And so in waiting, she found herself back in Revenant's Toll, sitting in a bar sipping some warm tea until some guy addresses her strangly.]

I'm sorry but can you clarify that?

[lightisnotgood]

[ He looked to her - tilting his head a little. ]

By who's Light are you here? It is a simple question. For one not of this Star, that is.

There has to be a reason.

[ She does not feel like how one should. She felt so... wrong, from his special sight. Tainted by multiple Stars - worlds? But his voice remained monotone. Even if anger was rising in him. Why were so many foreigners pouring into his Star? ]

[betweenlightanddark]

[Wait so this guy can tell she isn't from this particular world? It wasn't like Yukiko to keep it a secret; how many knew she was in three worlds prior to this?]

No one's Light. I just fell in a wormhole and found myself here. What gets me is that you seem to figure that out very quickly.

[lightisnotgood]

...Then you are another abnormality. Such a pity - She does not deserve this stain.

[ She, in this case, being Hydaelyn that he holds so dear. Being an odd creation of Her - though not a conscious one. Though he made his way closer, sliding across the floor. To sneer over her, of course. ]

I am Albin Goodfellow, of this Star. It is my duty to find those of other Stars. What is a wormhole?

[betweenlightanddark]

For someone with the name Goodfellow, your attitude is horendous. And from what I've seen, being normal is overrated.

[Better her than Yua; the guy might end up on his back with how hard she would punch.]

A wormhole is like a portal between worlds. They like to appear at random and for your next question, no I cannot go through it again because it's not there anymore.

3.4 spoilers, actually playing the canon nerd. more shipping >3

[arcaniststaff]

[ Urianger was tired. He had done so much, knowing he would be seen as anything but trustworthy anymore.

But he had to. For if he could save those people, he had to.

But he'd not expected to be able to return to be alone. And as he stood to read - to seek more knowledge, for who knew how long he would be allowed to linger here? He could feel somebody else had entered - perhaps due to the wards he had put up, so that he would not be caught off guard by either Warrior of Light or Darkness. Putting down the book, he let out a sigh.

He had decided to linger in the garbs he had used when having to fight. Because he felt it comfortable, at least for now. (And, he had to wear something different as he left his normal garb to wash off some taint inflicted from his trip to tend to matters of Sophia. It was simply drying now, thankfully.) ]

...What may you need from I?

[ He said, eyes closed - before even knowing who it was. ]

[censorshipnutkin]

To talk. [Thancred's leaning against a wall nearby, just watching him.]

You've been isolating yourself as of late.

[arcaniststaff]

...That I have.

[ He said, his gaze moving slowly and steadily to the rogue. ] There is much to study still.

[censorshipnutkin]

Hmmm. I don't think that's it, Urianger. [He stands and walks closer, looking him in the eye.] What's really going on in that head of yours?

[arcaniststaff]

[ A flicker of sadness (or was it fear?) entered his eyes, before he masked it once more. ]

...I fear an answer to that would be something undesired.

[censorshipnutkin]

[He sighs before crossing his arms.]

Speak plain, Urianger. I'm here as a friend.

Come sass at a loser, Alisaie

[strawberryredgrave]

(Oh yes, it's this one, again. One who regularly proves that you don't need to be the smartest person to get the job done. Dante's known for his love of partying and drinking, often at the same time. It doesn't always work to his favor, but at least he's proven himself a capable adventurer, readily handling any quest thrown at him.

This time around, it's Dante himself who's been thrown around. Out of the Buscarron's Druthers once again, particularly into the flowing river outback. The bucket was always for breaking up fights, but this was his own way of telling Dante that he was cutting him off for the night.

The cold, rushing water helps to shake off some of his inebriation, at least. However, it wouldn't stop any onlookers from laughing at his expense or shaking his head at someone who proves to be both talented and stupid at the same time...)

dont mind if she does.

[corruptedcoil]

[ It wasn't often that Alisaie found herself in the Shroud. Something about it put her in a state of nerves. Perhaps it was because of the Elementals sensing Bahamut in her.

But she was here. Mostly to relax after another day of having to yell at people to follow their mechanics. (The car jokes made her pissed off. What was she, just a joke to them? The angriest healer after. Another.)

And then she saw the odd man. She'd heard of him before... but never seen him in person. A famous adventurer, the sort which might take her down.

A small snort escaped her lips, before she covered her mouth. (Can't talk can't harm these people.) She stood just outside the water, covering her dragon-esque parts in her Red Mage cloak. ]

[strawberryredgrave]

(He's busy trying to shake the water out of his hair when he hears that cute little laugh in the distance. Funny how there's always someone around to catch Dante when he's being an idiot...

His robes are still wet, but it's nothing he's all that concerned about. If nothing else, he's sober enough to tell the difference between the girl laughing at him and the table she's standing next to.)

Thank you, thank you. I'll be here all week.

(Now that he's back on his two feet, he can wobble over to where she is and instead lean against a tree for better footing. He's not completely sober yet.)

You believe this guy? Only ten shots in before he decides to cut me off. I'm...I'm plenty ready for my ninth glass.

[corruptedcoil]

[ ...The problem, for right now, is that she is still not sure if she can talk. So, her hands are moving. However, she is still muttering the words as shs signs. Mostly because she's still learning to sign. ]

I doubt you can comprehend how moronic you sound right now. Or read without going cross-eyed.

[ Otherwise, she'd write down her messages. No risk. But she is rather small - as big as her canon self. And eyes burning as brightly. ]

The choice of the owner is most likely to prevent any more damages. Many creatures come though here, after all.

[strawberryredgrave]

Hey, I didn't...I didn't break a thing. He probably broke something. Yeah, I think I fell on a potion or two...

(He's able to understand her just fine, apparently, even in his half drunk state. Dante takes a moment to rummage through his things and check for any broken potions and glass shards, but nope! Nothing of the sort.)

No wait, we're good. So...you just coming through too or are you doing a little...sightseeing?

(By which he means he's going full idiot and working his charms, flashing a smile even though his robes are still soaked.)

[corruptedcoil]

The only sight I need is Flax.

[ #crafterlyfe. ]

Not another drunkard thinking they can be friendly to I.

[ Her voice is raising, though, testing her limits. Curious to see how far she can go before tempering. It's what she likes to do to people who irritate her. But she is keeping an eye out to make sure nobody else is around...

...No, luckily, they're not being approached. Seems she was no longer being chased. ]