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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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Still…? The bird of rebirth… I suppose it's to be imagined. Is there… any way we can help him?

[ She crosses her arms, with a soft hm - looking from him to Minfilia. ]

...I think so. I dislike him, but...

Alone. He researches... something.

But you don't know what? So… something better kept quiet…?

[…that he kind of wants to barge in on, now. Because-]

It sounds… a little worrying.

...Hm.
[ And then she hands over-- little armour! And a Glamour Prism. (Only one is needed, for hey. Little clothes, right?) ]
If you are? I will care for Minfilia. I have things to talk about with her.

[ But she will be listening. That look says more then her words. ]

[prisms are pretty powerful, it'll manage. He takes them with a nod and a smile.]

A little… Ah, is he staying elsewhere here, then?

[he's sure they'll be fine together. He gives her a little smile- he's not sure what Alphinaud's doing, of course, but… well. They'll find out.]

[ Alisaie huffs, but Minfilia speaks up. ]

I can take you outside his room, but without Her blessing...

[ Minfilia doesn't know her state, even as weird angel thing. But she needs to remain safe. ]

Minfilia… That's all right. [he flutters over to her, leaning in to bump his head against her.] Do whatever you need to to look after yourself.

Come on, then. [ And she'll escort him to the door - a plain looking one, with the smell of burning coming from within. ]

[he wrinkles his nose a little- but more worried. Alphinaud's probably all right, if he's got Phoenix's powers… but then why does it smell like that…?

He goes to knock, wings fluttering.]

Alphinaud?

[ The door opens to a room which seems covered in ash - every object inside is covered, except for the bed, where it's been brushed off. Oh, and in the middle of the room is the half-bird man, slightly turning to face the faerie. In his wing-like arms, he's gripping... something.

But you have his attention. ]

["what's been on fire?" …everything, apparently. He's not sure what he was expecting Alphinaud to look like now, but- well, half-bird makes sense, and manages to not be what he expected.

He moves forward, watching Alphinaud.]

…you could use a broom, I think- I'm not sure I ended up with the power to vanish this ash.

[ He lets out a little huff, his feathers standing up - wary, looking from what he's holding closer. Thancred would be able to sense there was something strong being sheltered in his hands. Feathers? Whatever they were.

But then... Alphinaud seems to shrink down a little, his glowing feathers dulling. Yes-- he knows. It's pretty dirty. ]

[Something of power… whatever he's been working on? Thancred's expression looks curious, for a moment- ah, but teasing didn't work as well as he hoped. Maybe later, and he moves closer again- reaching out.]

Well- maybe there's something I can do to help anyway. Right?

[ As he flitters ever closer, though, his feathers flare up even more. A heat seems to come from him - almost feeling too warm.

But this, too, passes, and he can see past the feathers... to the terrified bird face, and the archon mark forced onto his forehead. He wears a mask over his face now, to mask his mouth, and piercing eyes. A lot like Alisaies' eyes, really. Help...? You'd want to help him? ]

[Ah- he flinches a little, but- it's not so unlike a heatwave, and it doesn't last nearly as long.

More importantly, he can see Alphinaud a lot more clearly now- and the obvious physical changes. Gods- he looks terrified, and Thancred's struck with the urge to reach out and pull him close, get between Alphinaud and the world. …for all the good he'll do at this size, he thinks, and tries to discard the thought, reaching out. (That mark- when- or how…?)]

Well- we're family of sorts, are we not? [he smiles- still looking a little worried, admittedly.] I'd like to be sure you're looking after yourself.

[ It takes a little while for Alphinaud to speak, but as he does, he moves to shield whatever he's working on more. So much so that... sketches can be seen poking out from under one of his feathered wings. From what's visible, they seem to be... designs with a lot of feathers, at least. ]

...You're new.

[ As he talks, though, so very strained - it's clear something is wrong with his mouth. His lips seem slightly... off.

But, after all, he is Phoenix. ]

[Thancred shifts to try and get a better look. …well, Alphinaud probably has feathers to spare, to that's fine.]

Very new. It's been- maybe a week?

Planning to make something?

[Alphinaud does sound odd- he's just going to look concerned, even if it's explainable by primal-ness. Perhaps especially if it's that.]

[ ...As Thancred shifts, his feathers seem to slip more - a glimpse of a mammet within. But... he seems to gesture, his chest puffing up... to let Thancred come closer, giving him a place to land. ]

Must have been a week. [ He doesn't know how this Thancred was born, but he makes sure to emphasize the word. Oh, what a week he must have had so far. His eyes, however, focus on the small daggers. So he's met Alisaie... ]

I'm not a good craftsman.

[what in the world… At least he has some sort of companionship? Though Thancred suspects the mammet isn't quite cutting it. Still, he moves in to settle in the offered place, reaching out to curl a hand around some of Alphinaud's feathers.]

It's been… very interesting. I hadn't thought this much could happen in a week.

Ah. [he tilts his head, and hums. Alisaie… is, obviously, but they clearly don't have the best relationship right now…] So what is it, then?

[ It's sort of nice, having somebody rest on his fluff... for a moment, the fear leaves his eyes. ]

Usually it's not... like that.[ He's been in his room for months (eating food left for him - listen, Tataru won't let him starve) - and he's used to a slower pace. But... he has been here for a while.

But he decides to move his wings, so Thancred can see. There's the half-assembled Mammet, who looks up at them blankly - and they're... clothing sketches. Quite good ones, too! He has an eye for design, it seems... ] I want to try.

[Even that much- he feels better, seeing that.]

I hope so. This level of business… [it's worrying. He sighs, sitting back against Alphinaud- but peers down with interest when Alphinaud moves his wings.] Ohhh, I see! Well- those look as though they'd be very good when they're made. I think you should!

[ There's an uncomfortable shift, as Alphinaud decides to just... tell him. That's what he does, after all. ]

The prayers and power that Grandfather used turned him to Phoenix. And now, I hold that.

[ ...He gestures his head a little. That mark on his head, then... ]

Phoenix was- Louisoix?

[there's a part of the story he hadn't heard- or wanted to work out, and he doesn't sound happy about it. But- things are falling into place somewhat, now. He glances up- reaching for Alphinaud's feathers again.]

And- with Phoenix's powers- that came to you s well…?

...It did. As my sist-- as Alisaie struggled with the will of Bahamut.

[ There's so much sorrow in his voice. Is it selfish, to want to keep his mind? So much could be gained if he gave up. ]

…gods. Alphinaud… I can only imagine what that would have been like.

[he can't think it should have happened- turning so that he can tuck himself against Alphinaud, a little more. They miss Louisoix, certainly, but he's been gone for some time- and Alphinaud is here.]

How are you doing now?

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