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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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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. ]

More hands to help, and- well- more points to charter. Isn't it?

[he smiles, for a moment- and then grimaces, why this.]

You have heard of knocking, haven't you? [he attempts to look in the direction of his voice- but invisibility doesn't help there.] Still- that's distressing. Beyond, even.

You'd not let me in if I'd knocked. [ He says, harshly, before laughing. ] We've never been cared for by the Gods. If they're not simply giving us weapons to experiment with, they're simply watching and laughing.

[ ...At least he decides to become visible, giving a deep smirk, now draped in an Ascian-like coat (he made it himself). Moenbryda nuzzles more into Thancred, anger in her tongue. ]

That's all fine and all, but me and Thancred were having our own talk.

[PROBABLY NOT but he just shrugs as best he can.] It would be polite, though. Is that something you've learned from experience?

[…why that. Thancred makes a face, and nuzzles her back.]

It's been going quite well, I thought.

So do I. So if you're just here to mess with us...

Not at all. I... [ miscarlet gives a sigh, ] though I was rude earlier, Thancred. But, yes. I have much first-hand experience with gods, and those who claim to be them. With Venat here,
it's like baby sitting a child.

I… appreciate that. [really, he wasn't expecting an apology. or much of anything, given how he just took off.] Doesn't quite sound a favourite experience, somehow. …Venat?

[…does he want to know.]

A god of another world. A heretic who abandoned their own other Gods, who gave Man the secret of Nethicite. Explosive magick rocks.

[ Each word seems to be tinted with anger. He did not want to know. ]

And yet, they linger invisible, observing us of this world. And call me their son, if you can believe that.

A heretic among gods? [he didn't… ever think of that as a thing.] Not something you'd like to keep in a drawer, then.

[he shudders a bit. yeah you know he thinks he's done thinking about that right now.]

It seems… strange. Do you?

...Can one be your parent when it is but blood they have given? Life they have forced?

[ He could have been out of the loops at that point. But Ivalice kept him alive. As he steps towards the two, Moenbryda becomes more defensive... well, she would if she wasn't trying to scramble off her back in Thancreds' arms. ]

[well, he… probably didn't know one of his, but. he still frowns.]

In the sense that they contributed this much, I would suppose. [but forced? he doesn't like the sound of it.

He moves to try and support her while sitting up a little more.]

… This isn't really the right place to discuss that, though, is it? [they're in moenbryda's space, after all.]

She doesn't like me. [ But, for once, emotion seems to enter his voice. Sadness? It's hard to tell. ] But I'm not scared of her.

[ He closes his eyes, standing at a distance where the hissing dragon can't spit flames at him, as she's managed to right herself. Trying to make herself look bigger. ]

I was very sickly, in that body. I could have died, Thancred. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

Incredible, but I suspect I could bring myself to believe it. [he tilts his head, a little.] What did you do?

[she is very fierce and a good protector. he's fine right here.]

Sickly? [his eyebrows draw together, and he frowns.] I don't know about that. [he's not liking Miscarlet that much, but all the same…]

He tried to stop Urianger from saving me. [ Moenbryda says, before puffing up even more - her tail raised up like a cat. ]

I was trying to prevent the curse of immortality which follows all who join this mockery of a group. [ Miscarlet says - though he does take a few steps backwards. ] Those who linger here seem not to die, even when they should. It's no fun.

[ ...Except for Nero, he thinks, but who needs to bring him up. ]

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