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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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[Quiet, and yet something still seems to be up- his blades aren't working as they should, and that oughtn't be possible with simple steel. At least cards should still be working the way they should- assuming he doesn't try to cut anyone with them. But perhaps that would actually work out, for once.

Still- it's a bit of a trip, by airship- but at least someone else is out on the airship deck ~~looking- familiar? No, must be his imagination~~. He approaches, steps sounding, ready with a smile.]

Mind company?

[ There are some things a Miqo'te body cannot easily hide. One of those is the fact his ears suddenly prick up in surprise, before going straight down into his slightly-matted white hair.

But Th'ancred Nuhn is not rude. He's gotten used to sometimes introducing people into this... adventure, even those who are him. But usually a lot stronger. Better, usually. ]

...Of course not. [ He said, a tiredness quite audible in his voice. His tail shifted to the side, even if it seemed quite stiff. ] Who'd refuse somebody like you?

[ An outsider. But, of course, he has no idea how much this Thancred knows. ]

[Not much of a way to hide, and he wonders for a moment- what must it be like?- before taking note. Matted hair, tired- he's clearly not in the best way, and Thancred stops a few steps away- that's enough personal space, right, probably a good thing. Still- what in the world happened…?]

I wonder. I believe I'll ask, when I find them. [lbr there must be someone somewhere.] But I appreciate the acceptance, all the same.

[ The cat looks backwards a little - one blue eye, one brown - focusing on the other a little. If his face didn't look so very weary, it might let the other see who this cat really is. ] Besides - this isn't a private ship. It's better that way.

[ he does not trust the FCs airship, but he gives a soft click of his tongue. ] You meet all kinds on these trips, after all.

[Weary, and in this kind of way… It's enough for concern, surely. (Not least because there's been enough sideyeing at him over it, of course.]

Mm… it's not always a choice who you're standing next to. Not a problem today, of course- I suppose most of those going to the Saucer today may already be there. But you do hear a lot of things, as well.

Of course - such events often attract crowds. And with them, interesting information - rumours and whispers of quite queer types.

[ ...He has to ask, even if it seems to just be a part of his statement. ]

The latest fashion seems to be the wild rose, does it not?

[He nods- listening is, after all, often time well spent.

There's- a brief stutter, a blink, and then he settles, thoughtful. Familiar and unfamiliar, yes, but…]

More and more often, it seems- but I suppose it's simply the price of being more widely known, isn't it?

With more and more threats, I'd expect nothing else but escalation.

[ And then, he stands - so that they're eye-to-eye. And he's no longer hanging off the edge. He'll need to see if he's still mortal later. And he shrugs. ]

I must apologize in advance - but may I buy you a drink when we arrive? There's... a lot we have to talk about.

Certainly true.

[he sighs a little- wouldn't it be nice if they had fewer? But such thoughts can wait for later- the present moment is, it seems, going to present enough questions of its own.

He smiles.]

Now, how could I turn that down? I'd certainly like to know more of you- or whatever else you should wish to talk about.

[and it looks as though they're not that far off, now.]

As if I could refuse one with that face answers. [ because there's worse who he could have answers from. the horror when bahasaie or papayda finds one first. ] I doubt you'd stop seeking them.

[ But as the ship stopped, he did offer his hand - tail beginning to tremble into a lazy wave. Come along? ]

[…well. Maybe that's… the beginning of an answer in itself. He gives another nod, thoughtful.]

No- I never quite broke that habit, though it did lead to some quite interesting places, on occasion.

[he blinks, and grin, taking Th'ancred's hand, quite formally. yes let's do this.]

Now- where were you thinking, then?

Of course, of course. What sort of man would you be if you stopped - not the sort to be...

[ He trails off, as they walk - letting out a few more clicks of his tongue. Almost a laugh, almost a thought. ]

There's a good bar near the Triple Triad areas. Cheap enough not too drain the wallet, and it tastes good enough to drown your sorrows.

[he listens- it's strange, for someone to seem so obviously familiar with him where he doesn't know them… A fact of whatever's at play at large, he assumes, and hums in turn.]

I don't think I've been there- but it sounds a good option. They allow you to play as well, I assume?

They've even re-enforced the cards against spillage. [ He says, as they turn the corner to enter it. Some of the regulars wave to the cat - because Th'ancred comes here quite often.

There's even a table - near the corner, a nice booth-type one, which seems to be reserved for him. There's a Triple Triad-style board in it, and as Th'ancred moves to it, one of the people does speak to him.

"Brought a boyfriend this time, Th'ancred?" ]

None of your business. Get me the regular. And... another for him.

A nice trick. I wonder if they'd be willing to share? [just, you know. On general principle.

He glances about them with interest, offering the regulars smiles- they're pretty clearly familiar with Th'ancred, and he wonders- how often does the other come here? (How many days are bad days?) There's- a little of an eyebrow raise at hearing the name, but it- seems to fit, in a way. He offers this person a grin as well, before turning to Th'ancred.]

Now… it is the first time we've been here together. It's only right they're curious.

Not everybody I bring here has to be a lover.

[ But he seems oddly defensive, as he lets his head slink down a little - slipping into the booth. ] Though I've brought quite the collection. It's expected of a Nuhn.

Certainly. [he sits as well, settling, watching Th'ancred a little more closely.] It's a good place to bring any friend, I'd think.

[that seems to surprise him, as he straightens.]

Ah- really? That's… not what I'd have expected, somehow. A tale you'd be willing to tell, perhaps?

The Th' clan don't have many women [ any really he's the last one even his daughter is of a different tribe ] - but there's quite a few times I've found people who'd volunteer their bodies to me.

[ And he hates it. He hates that he's seen as just a slut, that he can't go back to being one of the Tia of the S' clan. He's an Archon, though, and has to keep so much bottled up. So many regrets of the past. ]

It doesn't often work out, but I do have a daughter.

[ A pause, as their drinks arrive - and Th'ancred takes a big gulp. ]

I see… That's- hard, though, isn't it? From what I've heard.

[he's faintly familiar with the general details- filtered by friends and distance, admittedly.

There's a little more noticeable surprise at that- but it would stand to reason, wouldn't it? She smiles, reaching out to take his glass and raise it.]

Congratulations. You must be very proud of her. What is she like?

[ He gives a soft nod, closing his eyes - holding back a tired sigh. It was hard and painful and no, he wouldn't tell him just what he had to do. He was reckless.

But where to begin? This would begin explaining this world, as well. ]

She's wonderful, and smart. She loves Chocobo, and would do nothing but care for them if duty did not call. For she, Indigo Lizeh...

[ He sighed, looking to his drink - as the deck of cards was delivered. Rental cards were, well, laminated like the tables. He waited for a time the other Thancred didn't have any drink in his mouth, however. ]

...Is the Warrior of Light.

[It's enough of an answer- certainly for someone he's only just met, really. There's no reason he'd need- nor want to divulge the details for Thancred's own curiosity. Besides, he seems happy talking about his daughter- someone obviously precious to him.

Rental cards- that's very clever. He wonders how they're doing it, still- attention still partly on Th'ancred, more than enough to get him to forget when he speaks again, eyes going wide.]

What-? But that's not-

[…no. Something's strange here- different, after all, no better proof of that than the man in front of him. He pauses, frowning, and tries to carry on smoothly.]

Hers is… not a name I'm familiar with, I fear. Which seems… most strange indeed.

[ Of course it had to be this way, and Th'ancred let his tail flick a little, as he began to look though his cards to begin to craft a deck. He's trying to keep his gaze averted, to hide how familiar he is with this - and how he's struggling to stay smooth himself. ]

I'd expect that. Are you familiar with the works of Uball-Ka? [ A beat. ] He favoured writing of the concept of multiple timelines. Something that I thought was mere fantasy until... [ Until he was freed from control, from Lahabrea. But he won't say that - instead, he'll shake his head and slightly place one of his Miqo'te claws to his neck. ] ...proof was shown to me.

[He's still frowning, trying to do the same- his heart just isn't as in it as it should be, as he watches the other.]

It's not a speciality I'd spent much time on- which seems a rather substantial lack now. But then- it isn't something you would expect to find until it happens to you. [He leans back a little, humming.] Proof… Other people?

[ Waving down the waitress to get another drink - he'd already finished his - he sighed. ] While recovering from... well, I had a lot of time to read. [ If this Thancred didn't know of Lizeh, then he wouldn't know of her death.

Pinching the bridge of his twitching nose, Th'ancred shakes his head a little. ] Yes. Such as you.

...As you might have guessed, we're the same person. [ it's bullshit ]

[He's going more slowly- still considering, still thinking all this over. There's a nod at that- even if he's thinking of the wrong thing- Lahabrea- there was certainly a lot of time then.]

Such as me. … It also sounds too ridiculous to be true, you know. And yet.

[there's- another nod, a little pursing of his lips.]

I'd surmised as much. It's still… very strange. And we're not… the only ones, I take it?

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