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[ Th'ancred had heard of the Make it Rain event, and had decided... well, he'd look cute in some of those clothes. And the bar there was good - and his daugher had gone, as well.

Perhaps he wanted to simply relax. The Scions were at rest - as far as they could be. They were preparing to see what the Source would bring - since it seemed to be a calm similar to periods of large activity.

But, for now, Th'ancred sat at the edge of the airship there, legs danging over. He could have teleported - he'd never been cursed by Flow - but he still wanted to feel the air against him. Sometimes he wondered if death was even a concept here. No, they'd be there soon, and he could gamble his heart away. (Maybe see if Alisaie would come home. She'd been set up there for days.) ]

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Uh, mostly dogs and cats. And some lizards. The cats were smaller then here, though. [ wait no she shouldn't speak like he's dumb. ] We didn't even have magic. Except for a weird murderous cult, but that's besides the point.

Wildlife less… likely to kill you, then. [he- looks a little amused.] Regular sized cats, rather than fat cats? [because retainers only seem to bring the latter home.] Murderous- with magic? You weren't involved with them, I hope. […how else would she know, though…?]

Nah, nice and thin. But those guys you call kittens? Usually the biggest they'd get.

...And, yeeeeah. Kept wanting to steal the Gran Grimoire. [ An artifact which even exists in Eorzea - a forbidden book, said to reshape worlds. And she brings it up so casually. ] That's why-- that's how I got involved in all of this. One of them wanted to steal my translations. And, about five years back? Or... well, more like six now. They murdered my mentor.

[ Moenbryda goes from sounding sad to mad - a soft puff of flames coming out, before she tries to stop another - a little smoke coming from her. Being a dragon was weird. ]

The biggest? Really? [he sounds so incredulous. how.]

That- I thought no one could touch it. […he heard a vague whisper and got next to nowhere, so. he sounds amazed.] But you've been working on it? Twelve… I'm sorry.

[he might… just try to shift her a little bit away from the books. But- he strokes her back, trying to be reassuring, strange as it feels to do so right now.]

[ She's giving such a laugh at you, Thancred, about that. Before purring into the rub. ]

Really? Because Louisoix kept it with him a lot of the time. In a bag, but still. ...But, uh, thanks. I... was targetted because we were close. And the translation, of course. Which I've got with me, we just can't get to it right now.

[rude but no he grins, a little lopsided.]

Hm… Well- I suppose that's another difference. Though maybe some of the others might know something more… [he shifts more to trying to cuddle her, now.] It wasn't… it's not easy. [a grimace.] That… makes sense. But you're safe enough here, aren't you?

Let me guess - nobody really talks about it? Or thinks it exists?
[ But she gulps down a soft sob, as she climbs into his arms. Damnit, she should be comforting somebody new stuck here, even if he has the same charming face as Thancred Waters, famous celebrity.. ]
Yeah, I am. Unless those weird cultists find their way here - y'know, those Ascian.

That… would be about the size of it, yes.

[she is of a cuddling size, though!

He shakes his head- hoping, but- and cuddles closer.]

… I'd hope they wouldn't have a way between worlds, but… I'd hope they wouldn't be the same ones here, at least. [there's. some mental cursing going on now.]

[ There's a bit of a chuckle in her throat. ]

Who knows? They might be the exact same. I mean, we've both come from other worlds. Not that I'd want that - they're creeps.

[still a big dragon chuckle from a very small one.]

We did, that's true. Still- no, I wouldn't want that either. [he chuckles a little, himself] I'd use something stronger- but that's accurate.

Let me guess, that guy Lahabrea fucked with you as well? Not just the Thancred from my world.

[he grimaces.]

Is it so much to ask for that one of us wasn't?

I've got a theory about that. [ She says - wiggling a little. ] We're all from different worlds, right? But something has to make us the same person.

Right. [he nods, letting his hold fall loose so she can move how she likes.] The core of yourself, essentially. It stands to reason.

[ But she wiggles out of his wings - to grab another of her books before flopping back, comfy. ]

And maybe - just maybe - these cores keep going though similar events.

[very cute. He nods, with a hum.]

As if it were some sort of loop? Or… something else?

Yeah, a loop. Events might change a bit, but there's things which always need to happen.

Why else would those Ascian kill a defenseless old man?

Defenceless… gods. I thought… surely it couldn't be worse, but…

[he shakes his head.]

I have to wonder why.

That's one of the things I hope to find out, with this group.
[ She admits, giving a soft little blep to him. ]
Why us, of all people?

[he nods- oh cute that's cute who would have thought]

Maybe we'll find something. Though I wonder- perhaps because some of us chose to involve ourselves with the fate of the world…?

But did we choose, or is it fate we get involved in this?

...Not that I wanna think we're not in control.

Nor do I. Though if it's happening this widely… Something bigger seems likely to be at play.

...Maybe the gods? If we did share souls or something, then maybe some sort of higher god keeps us doing the same things.

[ But her head flicks a little. There's another presence in the room. (because of course miscarlet would come for this sort of conversation, all invisible and stuff.) ]

Maybe… Something above the Twelve, you think? But if so, then why the same things…?

[his attention flickers a little, and he brings a hand up to scritch. should he be worried?]

I 'unno. Still not done the research, it's pretty complex. I mean - infinite worlds? As long as you guys keep coming, though, it'll be easier.

[ And then the others' voice echoes though - still sounding just like he did before, poor Miscarlet. Moenbryda tenses more. ]

To find a perfect timeline. To play with the variables. That is why we are but toys.

[ But that, too, is a guess from the invisible Miscarlet. ]

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