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[ Urianger - or, Umbrosa as his documents said - had finally gotten free. Even if he didn't know where the others were... or if they were safe. Blood dripped from his injuries, imperials shooting at him. But either he had fallen deaf, or nobody was shooting at him anymore.

After a few moments, he realised it was the latter. Stumbling to sit, Umbrosa took off the stolen helm to begin to dab at the blood on his head. Damn... he'd survive. Wouldn't he? He didn't seem to notice anybody staring - though some were. A Garlean?! With the third eye and everything? His lips trembling, Umbrosa mumbled a single word. ]

...Help...

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[she goes still, tail swishing- hugging him a little more tightly.] …Twelve. The King of Dragons- even him? Then- [the power that made Dalamud. fuck. A third moon- he's the right on it there.]

Rightfully so. [she scowls, and nuzzles into his hair.] I'm glad they didn't find you. I'm glad you made it- to here, to us, today.

She did? I wouldn't have expected… but then, she's always liked looking at things from another angle… With Papalymo?

[ Alas, he doesn't know what Dalamud is. But he seems to grow a little more upset. ] I... lost a friend, there. It was only a little later that we met Moenbryda. [ ...in the body of his dead friend. ]

Papalymo's like the male Pamomo, right? [ Papalyda says, giving a little bit of a soft smile. ] I guess, if there was never a Resistance, then... he'd have to... [ their voice goes quiet. A Yda without a Papalymo? That's tragic.

And then, Umbrosa lays a small kiss on T'rhabye, as he adds: ] You... remind me of Thancred. Both him and I could not speak their tongue, but... he was kind. [ A slight red begins to dance on his cheeks - why he is nervous after they've already made love? ]

You… I'm sorry. [she leans forward, purring a little- and wondering. Ascians- take bodies, but- no. Right? Please.]

No… At least he had you three, but… [it's a terrible shame.

Oh! She grins at him, leaning in to give him a quick kiss on the tip of his nose.] It makes sense, I think! If you consider all of us. So that's good to hear! […oh, he's adorable. she reaches out to ruffle his hair a little.]

[ ...Oh, that's it exactly. But he doesn't know it. ]

...You speak as if there is more then one Papalymo. Not that I would doubt you, my Mistress, but...

[ Mistress. Something makes that sound... good to Papalyda, but they laugh - letting the kiss from T'rhabye distract Umbrosa, as he looks into her gaze - as they frown. ] You're starting to get it. But, uh, Mistress? Makes us sound hella old.

[ But as his hair is ruffled, Umbrosa seems to smile, he's finally calm. But he's tempered, so. ] ...Are you... are you another of him? If what is implied by... my Lady is true. [ papalyda nods at that lady is fine ]

[T'rhabye nods, continuing to nuzzle Umbrosa.]

And also as though you should be wearing a bustle. Wouldn't suit you at all!

You mean being this charming didn't tip you off at all? I'll have to try harder. [she's teasing, though, draping over him happily. and yes lady sounds nice! dignified, but not too much.]

I dunno, maybe if I was a Sharlayan princess or something! [ There is cute laughing from her. (Papalyda: Her Thing (tm) is sometimes mocking old fan theories.)

Umbrosa frowns. ] It's... something I am not familiar with, I'm afraid to say. The idea of there being more then one of somebody... [ but his eyes narrow, and panic suddenly enters his voice. ] Are there not doubles of-- more then you?

[ w-what if there's more garleans. His tail begins to tremble again. ]

You'd shake things up a lot if you were! [T'rhabye Approves.]

No- I don't think anyone was, or- well- it wasn't like this back home… [she flicks her tail in alarm.] Well- maybe, but- whoever we run into, we'll look after you. Won't we? [she wraps her arms around Umbrosa, glancing at Papalyda.]

Hah! Like: 'no more isolation!' And 'share more!' [ Look you've got laughing Primal now.

But Umbrosa is fully wrapped around now, as Papalyda nods with a thumbs up. ] ...I don't want to be captured again. But if Van Garlond were to be here...

[ (Everything that Scaeva did, it was under the command of Garlond - or so he had been told by said Scaeva.) And then there's a little glance from Papalyda, as they mouth 'what in the Twelve...?' ]

The best new creeds! [she's grinning.

She purrs, trying to be reassuring- but gives Papalyda an equally confused look.] Well- I haven't heard of any Van Garlonds. And the Garlond I did hear of sounded… well, nice. […hopefully that's good enough news…]

[ Papalyda whispers, though, right up to the cattes ears - ending with a lil kiss. ] You think he never escaped in this guys' world? Think we gotta go save 'im?

[ But Umbrosa is quiet, deciding to add: ] He isn't the one dressed as Lord Amon. He...

...wears the garb and manner of Lord Xande of the Third Astral Era.

[she nods, turning towards Papalyda to nuzzle- except then the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.]

Wait- you mean he's emulating the Emperor of eld, too?

They're- taking everything Allagan and reusing it, aren't they?

...Yes. [ And quite suddenly, Umbrosa seems to be growing serious, a growl in his throat. ] Their weapons are the same as those of ancient books - as if they'd translated the many forgotten words. [ But why is he so angry...? ] That is where their experimentation comes from - from what my Master told me.

If they understand enough- where would they have gotten that knowledge from? [she reaches for Papalyda- curls in a little tighter.] Moenbryda, right…? Maybe it's not just- reusing, then.

You think it's Ascians giving it to them? [ Papalyda asked, as Umbrosa looks at them confused. ] Orrr... what?

Maybe they're trying to bring it back. As it- Allag- was.

...That can't happen. I mean, it was a different Era, and they did lots of horrible things! Like, Bahamut and all that - Alisaie still has nightmares!

[ A little curious, Umbrosa looks at them for mentioning that name. ]

… I hope so. I hope I'm just- looking at it too hard. It's been- this long…

her ears droop.] She does? [she'll have to hug Alisaie later. right now she is going to drag these two into an even closer hug.]

Well, I said she's holding Bahamut, right? Sometimes she wakes up screaming and only one tried to blow everything in her room up.

[ hugs are so nice!!! But then she looks to Umbrosa. ] Uh, did I mis-hear him calling Shinryu like a third moon?

You misheard me not, my lady.

...Uh, well, that's even worse.

You did. [ffff] Gods… They must be terrible indeed. There must… be something to ease them. [she hopes.]

Shinryuu? [wait, third moon, right] Dalamud- still hangs in the sky? That's… [haha ohhhh boy. definitely not good.]

Oh, we've been helping! You'll need to meet her! She likes other yous, like, a lot.

...Of course Dalamud hangs. [ even if he's tempered, umbrosa gives a 'are you kidding me' face. ]

That's good to hear- of course we would. I look forward to it! [she definitely wants to meet Alisaie. and cuddle her.

She shifts, a little awkward.] Well- it sounded like, but… Let's hope they don't get any bright ideas about it, shall we?

Should we tell him? [ Papalyda then whispers, before a little more of a hug. ] Because y'know, might be a little awkward at night.

[she noses up, nuzzling against Papalyda.]

…mm. We should, yes.

[how to break it, though… she hums.]

…well. There's hardly any bright ideas they could get here, at least.

[ Umbrosa gives a soft groan, moving a little back in the bed, but keeping his tail around the two of them.

But Papalyda sighs. ] Well, you know us. We're not really good at explaining? We're still... us.

[she reaches out for Papalyda's shoulder, reassuring.]

And you're perfect just that way.

[she shifts her focus back to Umbrosa.]

I think… you'll find it a bit darker at night here. There's only the one moon shining.

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