boxofkururu | call me out - eorzea/CUTIE edition

call me out - eorzea/CUTIE edition

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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[ 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? ]

[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.]

[ 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?

[ 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?

[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?

[ 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? ]

[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.

...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?

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.

[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!

I did not choose my name. It was one destined... for a Warrior of Light.

[ sneer sneer sneer ]

Can you not create another, though your... randomness? And take all your abnormalities with you? They disgust me. False Primals and Dragons, the dead walking... that is not what a Star should deal with.

[ 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. ]

[Oh great, this was someone who was a Warrior of Light but decided to do jackshit for it. Strange how Yukiko should feel sorry for him but in all honesty, it's his attitude that gets under her skin.]

That's awfully nice of you to assume that I can create one out of thin air. Sadly that isn't the case because I have no knowledge of the sort. And honestly, shouldn't you be working to help the realm instead of sitting on your lazy ass and complaining?

[ sort of, but also... different. ]

I am aiding the realm, in the way She asked me to. If not for me? Leviathan would have already arrived, time going forward. And with Indigo Lizeh, Warrior of Light for this Star, dead?

...That would be quite amusing.

[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.

[ 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. ]

[Slow clapping on her end. Wow, Yukiko learned quite a bit of Yua. Or maybe it was her time in Equestria when people shitposted on the scrolls.]

I'll believe it when I see it because from this alone? Shows me nothing. I've seen too many boys like yourself get confident, believing only they and their values matter while everyone else can burn...only to get burned themselves in the end.

As for how She asked you, I have to wonder if you truly talked to the Mother or maybe you're pulling smoke out of your butt. I knew a woman who kept saying she was doing her god's work, including the attempted slaughter of her own daughter, who was innocent of any wrongdoing.

[Gods poor Rielle still hurts her to this day but unlike her, Yukiko hoped her mother rots in the deepest pit in the darkest Hell.]

So forgive me for not bowing down and believing your story so easily.

[She takes them with a smile, setting them in her lap and motioning to the seat next to her.]

I met another Thancred. The Miqo'te one. Ran into each other in Limsa. It's just strange.

I can tell stories - of worlds devoured for losing their Warriors and not having one as I to prevent movement forward, but would you believe them? Stories of sacrificed men who could have been saved. Stories of monsters devouring Light.

[ He has such a low opinion of her that he doesn't believe her own stories. Though his eyes do turn to the minstrel for a little, as he rambles. ]

And She does not need to speak to I. My life proves enough - the balance destroyed, the Destined fallen. To believe that one could die to Nero tol Scaeva. That battle was one easily winnable.

The Mother cannot speak to you, her will tainted by so many outsiders. How can you claim I am not of Her will.

Him?

[ He's bumped into the catte as well. Though not his daughter - as these thoughts linger, he sits next to her. Gaze focused on examining this lady. ]

He is not of this world, either. It is strange... but also wonderful.

To see Moenbryda again... would that I would tolerate all the strangeness, to continue this happiness.

You'd be surprised...but your 'higher-than-thou' attitude is a big reason why I find it hard to believe you.

[She finishes her tea and sets some gil down on the table, a tip for the poor server. She can trust it not to be taken by some lowlife, right?]

But since you seem to not give a damn about anyone except your own ego, I rather head out. You kind of reek anyway; you have heard of a bathtub, right?

[He's annoying her honestly. Maybe Borealis was out looking for her and this idiot won't have the guts to follow. And besides, not like she doesn't have her Machinist crystal and gear on her or anything other than Dark Knight.]

[ As she moves, however, he gets out his staff. It's beautiful, made of pure crystal. It almost looks like... it's made of the Mothercrystal itself. ]

You are not leaving. Not until you are gone. Or should I go after the one who lingers on you?

...Not that the Sacrifice would fight back.

[ He can sense it. The lingering scent of one who should have died with his world. He hates failures. More then hating these intruders is hating intruders who should be dead. ]

[She can't help but side eye this snot nosed brat. It's one thing to boast but threatening a friend is beyond seething territory. And also....kind of amusing because she knows Borealis has gotten stronger but telling this asshole that? It does make her stop but Yukiko doesn't look back at him.]

So Her Champion is also a coward too? How pathetic. Instead of involving others, come after me if you want...that is if you have the balls to hit me.

I am no coward.

We are what worlds without Warriors need. Not that you would understand it.

[ And his staff crackles with what looks like pure white flames. Unlike a normal Black Mage. And then, he shoots out Flare.

But it smells of pure Light. And feels it too, if any was to strike Yukiko. ]

[Just because Yukiko's back is turned, does not mean she doesn't know what the hell is happening. Patchouli is a black mage and she knows full what crackling sounds mean, the woman dashing out of the way before switching from Dark Knight to Machinist. She only had one chance and with her musket loaded, Yukiko fires.

Not to kill the bastard but the bullet will manage to graze his cheek.]

So you do have guts. I'm impressed. You're lucky that I didn't aim for right between your eyes.

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