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Indie Sania Yeagre of FFXV Written by Calis

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@princecaelum -- ;

“I know I might act like I don’t know who you are, but-- After everything that’s happened...I’m sorry for your losses, Your Highness.”

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@princexcharmless -- ;

“That was rather fast. Trying to outdo your previous record? Or are you more enthusiastic about the sciences than you let on?”

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@croweoftheglaive -- ;

“Wow. Color me impressed.” It felt like it hadn’t been long at all since she’d finally planted roots in Meldacio, finding a sense of purpose besides just studying what she could. Actually doing something about it and helping the people who helped her the most. Sania stood at the perimeter of a flat bed of dust and gravel that had once been a grassy patch since dedicated to the training of those hunters here. Especially since newer recruits had become a bit more...specialized. 

“I’ve heard much about the Kingsglaive, but seeing them in action is something else.”

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@ashakhara -- ;

“So, you must be our newest and brightest mind, eager to learn. Do you have a name?” Sania asked of the young girl who had been deposited there with her mother in tow. It wasn’t a profession she’d ever seen herself doing, but in the World of Ruin, everyone needed something to get by. For her, being schoolteacher to the newest generations had been something that had simply fallen on her. And she took to it with aplomb alongside her other scientific duties. It took her mind off of things, anyhow. 

The schoolhouse itself was a gutted mobile home they’d found out somewhere in Leide. Able to comfortably house 12, the innards had been repurposed and outfitted with the bare essentials like a tap, its bathroom, and several desks and a chalkboard that had come from gods knew where. Asha wasn’t alone, naturally. A few new faces had popped up over the years, so she was in good company

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meldaciomartyr‌: 

Oh he’d hunted the area enough times to know how treacherous it could turn at night – the sabertusks disappeared for the most part, but there was an old coeurl who turned up every so often to get the jump on folk and then the daemons spawned at the worst time jus’ to screw ya over a little bit more.

“Ain’t no need t'thank me – least I can do.” It was the least he could for anyone who’d been willing to join the hunters and help protect folk. Automatically following Sania, the head hunter unconsciously went through the usual checks as he patted himself down. Gun loaded on his thigh, knife on the back of his belt, potions and other curatives in their storage pouches, lapel light on, radio clipped to his vest; everything in order.

“Any clue what she was huntin’ out this way? Or what had her headin’ for the ruins?” Keycatrich trench was known as a daemon nest and he ruins outside it weren’t a whole lot safer – he usually preferred a team o’ hunters to work together in the area instead o’ a lone person.

She could certainly hold her own, but with dusk rapidly approaching and the outback becoming considerably more dangerous, one wrong misstep and she was toast. While she’d never think of placing her own life a head above the others, when the world finally emerged from the ashes of whatever conflict the Oracle had spoken of in Altissia meant many might die--as if they weren’t dropping like flies because of the Scourge. “She had this general heading. I was able to ascertain the bounty giver before I came here.”

But all the same, Sania was certain to remember the actual location. “The Myrlwood. Her mark was a Mushussu the last I checked, and well--obviously she never reported back.” She felt guilt at this having happened, as that creature was one she was curious in studying herself. Not that it’d do a lick of good now. “Should we take a vehicle? I have my jeep parked at HQ if it’s all the same to you, Dave. Doubt you want to be stuck out here all night any more than I do.”

Wordlessly did she indicate towards the vehicle just outside the headquarters itself, a rather loud orange that looked partly subdued in the evening hours. For someone who seemed to put science before all else, that didn’t mean she liked people losing their lives over it.

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ooc: I JUST WANT TO SAY UR AWESOME. I LOVE SANIA SO MUCH SO LIKE #YOURMIND #YOURIMPACT TRULY

Howdy there! Always good to see another Sania stan, because there’s never enough of them. 8] The only thing better than Sania is her interacting with other smarties, and Ignis is one of those people, if you get my drift.

Thank you so much for the kind words friendo <3

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infideliis‌: 

How infuriating it was to be in the presence of those who had written him off as dead some years ago, leaving him in the grasps of the wolves that ravaged Eos. And all of them, oblivious to what went on outside of their walls.

Ignorant to all that he knew, the suffering, the pain, the misery. The people who cried for help.

A brow lifted when the woman, a scientist he vaguely recognized, spoke again; this time, she spoke in Tenebraean, and his heart filled with joy at hearing his home’s tongue from another. It was rare for him; Niflheim had its own language, one far different, that he spoke much of the time.

<<I’d be surprised if any of them could find Tenebrae on a map.>>

It took a considerable bit of effort on her part not to snort aloud at the High Commander’s dry humor, but she managed to--by some miracle or other. Still, even not considering the company around them, she was certain he was hardly entertaining much but colorful thoughts towards the Niffs. 

<<That seems a bit too generous, still. Charitably, this is assuming their maps consist of anything but nameless landscapes and Gralea itself. The center of the universe, didn’t you know?>>

Though she had the privilege of not having to have been educated in Niflheimian schools--what with every scientist in their ranks mandated to serve in Zegnautus Keep--that didn’t spare her from the unintended ignoramuses who were. Piling on crimes to an already depraved empire who seemed quite content to damn the world around them if it meant even a fleeting glimpse of human godhood. 

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Remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see and wonder about what makes the universe exist. Be curious. And however difficult life may seem, there is always something you can do and succeed at. It matters that you don’t just give up.

Stephen Hawking (via aureumn)

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somnusvincitomnia‌: 

“You can… call me Noct.” Noct leans his head on the backrest of the seat as Sania talks, her voice bright and even. Wait, her family was in Tenebrae… to tutor the Nox Fleurets? So….

“Oh… whoah.” Noct is suddenly struck by the serendipity of it. Before now, he’s always considered his life and Luna’s fairly separate- two worlds which never meet, aside from the brief time they shared in their youth, the notebook, and- of course- the engagement, although it was a sham. He wants to see her again, of course, but. It seems strange and whimsical, knowing the woman sitting next to him would probably have been her tutor, had Fenestala not been invaded in their youth. 

He scrunches down in the Jeep, staring aimlessly out the window, considering. The landscape of Lucis passes in a blur, hazy colors and swathes of green.  He’s lulled by it; long car rides like this always threaten to put him to sleep. 

That’s probably against passenger etiquette, though. Noctis knows usually Prompto takes front seat in exchange for keeping Ignis awake with conversation; he supposes the same is called for here. 

“Did you ever meet Lu-… Lady Lunafreya? If you were supposed to tutor her… I bet she’d have taken to it like. You know, like a fish to water. She’s smart.”

“Nothing to get too starry-eyed over, I assure you,” Sania chuckled as she steered her jeep around a bend and passed another checkpoint that thankfully didn’t require passcards or identification or anything of the like. Hopefully it meant the prince would be able to relax. 

“I was supposed to have grown into the role when I was about your age. Before then, it fell to my mother. It was more likely that I would’ve tutored any children she or her brother might have had, before--well, you know.” She kept her story parsed, as it was no secret that Noctis and his father had been there that fateful day, the Yeagres gifted with the luxury of being able to speedily abscond from the country right at the cusp of her fifteenth birthday, something that still sat in her heart with wariness. Part of her always hoped she might at least cross paths with either sibling, but it seemed a feat almost impossible. If not evasive, the Oracle herself had been under such lock and key that almost no one except the inner circle of Fenestala’s staff was allowed near her. 

“Hm, I will admit, I never had the chance to simply sit down and talk. With the prophecy looming over everyone’s head, she was too absorbed in her training as Oracle to worry too much about the sciences. She likely learned what she had to at some point or another. Traditionally, Oracles were the leaders in pharmaceuticals in Tenebrae, on top of their religious obligations.”

Admittedly, she would’ve liked to have been the person who had taught Lunafreya personally. As far as she knew, her family had long enjoyed famous friendships with the Fleurets. That time had gone extinct with Fenestala’s invasion, she recalled tartly. 

“We’re almost there. Now, are you ready to do what you love for hours on end? I know the idea must be overwhelming, Highness.”

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sonitussilentii‌: 

Hmmm.

And the hunters would certainly know if there was increased Niff activity in the area.

He offered her a grateful smile. ‘That’s a good point. It would be rude to handle any of their bounties and not pass on the news as well.’

She supposed she ought to count herself lucky for the fact that there were capable people to keep the world from falling apart at all. 

The smile is returned, albeit a bit brighter then she tended to. Your bounties are yours to claim. Splurge a little and I’m sure what’s left of our hobbled economy will thank you.

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empatheticscientist‌: 

“In all honesty, I’m not sure what was going on with the people in the cells. They weren’t used for making MT cores, they were likely political prisoners. Besithia discovered fairly early on that the ego death of an adult human would lead the MT cores to fail, so he-” she faltered, the clinical tone of her voice breaking for a second before she swallowed and went on, as if she was delivering a report. “He began the process using infants, who had not yet developed a sense of self. That was successful but he decided it was unmaintainable, given the amount of children that would be needed. So he began to make clones using his own DNA, and used them for the production of MT cores. I’m not positive, but there was some evidence that these biological bodies were the basis for the MTs as well. There were also numerous reports of the scourge being leaked in facilities and infecting scientists working there, either by negligence, or on purpose. The outbreak in Gralea is the same - no one is sure if it was an accident or if it was some crazy scheme by Besithia and Aldercapt.”

Sania felt her hand nearly stop writing altogether as she scribbled notes into a small notepad, freezing mid-sentence. Experimenting on...infants? She felt her very blood curdle in her veins at the very thought of it, surprised she hadn’t dropped her pencil by that point. “...I thought Besithia was depraved, but I had no idea to what extent--” Sania managed after a long spell, feeling a cold sweat manifest on the nape of her neck. As if that lessened the moral ramifications simply because they were clones. Breaking herself from her cold rapture, she quickly jotted down the rest as Celene orated what she could, wishing that doing so would somehow erase the visualizations from her mind. Taking pause, Sania leaned back. “Perhaps I should illuminate you all the more, Dr. Haugen. From the outside, Besithia was excommunicated--in a manner of speaking--from the broader scientific community decades ago, before even I was born. Here in Lucis, at least, he was used as an example of the sort of scientist our classes shouldn’t become. Quite awhile ago, as I’m sure you know, and I’ve heard he’s rather dead by now, but we now live with the consequences of a man who didn’t want to just become a god, but kill them like wild game.” Even if the gods were largely nebulous and intangible to those outside of House Fleuret, or House Caelum, their existence was all real. 

Meanwhile, the rest of them were just pieces on a chessboard.

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Professor Yeagre is lovely, I would really enjoy seeing more of her in Comrades!

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infideliis: 

To say that Ravus detested these events was to put it mildly; he wished himself anywhere but there. Yet he was required to be there, part guard detail and part trophy of the Empire’s conquest of Tenebrae; refusal to attend would have sparked the ire of the Emperor and drawn the attention of that damned Chancellor.

Statuesque, imposing, he had found the quietest space that he could have and there he stood, back straight and shoulders squared, his hands folded behind his back. The woman’s mutterings did not go unheard, and barely Ravus held back a smirk. It would be quite ungrateful of him to scoff at the man who had allowed him to continue living, and yet…

“If only.”

Thank goodness he wasn’t that much of a stiff. Being who she was had a distinct advantage over those in Iedolas or Regis’ circles, what with it allowing her closure to either without really even toeing the hornets’ nest. No, just some surface-side scientist who didn’t hold much merit in the way of governance, no? Well, at least Iedolas seemed to think so. To him, any intellectual who wasn’t Verstael was more or less written off as unimportant. 

And King Regis? Insomnia was so isolated that they didn’t seem very concerned for a blight that didn’t really affect them yet. And everything else could be proverbially mopped up by the Oracle, couldn’t it? At least, this was the distinct impression she got. But to the High Commander she saw it as an opening to at least say more than some dignified greeting and pretend to cavort among the empty-headed gossip. 

<<Try speaking in Tenebraen. None of these people bothered to learn it, so there’s no harm, really.>>

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sonitussilentii‌: 

Sonitus shrugged – that was what he was here to determined. He wouldn’t tell the professor that, of course. What she didn’t know she couldn’t be made to reveal.

And if she was as smart as she sounded on the radio, she could damn well figure it out on her own.

He gave her the cover story anyway.

‘Orders are to avoid them entirely – I’m out here on daemon extermination.’

Though she wasn’t entirely convinced, perhaps it was more like he was doing confidential. Just because the KG technically wasn’t a standing army didn’t mean they didn’t have their confidential business. Better not to ask.

Sure, Sania technically was privy to a great many things, but business like this wasn’t really her forte. The army of any nation wasn’t always a force for good, after all. 

But, to each their own.

Daemon extermination? Could always head up to Meldacio or one of the outposts. I’m certain there are hunters who would be willing to collaborate.

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@amicitiaeclipse

   Lestallum is a colorful city. Quaint in its size when compared to the Lucian capital or what was the crown city. Still, its denizens remain in a relatively peaceful state and are left alone thanks to the quarterly tribute paid to the Imperial collectors and the power plant that supplies energy to the military bases scattered across Lucis.

   Her face blends into the crowd. A face among hundreds of citizens and refugees alike. Luckily for her, the daughter of the Amicitia family isn’t of ranking enough to be recognizable to simple foot soldiers who occasionally patrol the city.

   So it isn’t an Imperial soldier who calls out to her, but rather a fairly recognizable voice. Professor Sania Yeagre herself stands before her in her signature tangerine cap. She’s seen her before. On television, textbooks, magazines, and even at her own academy. The Yeagre family has been in various scholarly texts for decades, long before she was born after all. Theirs is a household name in the field of science.

   “Professor Yeagre,” Iris greets the older woman amicably with a nod. “Just Iris is fine.”

   They keep walking as Iris takes time to admire the bustling marketplace. “Better than others.” Though she had lost her home, her parents and the life she has known, she still has her brother and her friends. That’s more than some of the other refugees she had encountered during their escape.

   “And you, professor? Are you studying something nearby?”

People like her mingled more than usual with the upper class elite, rubbing shoulders at hobnobbing events that event people of fairly modest pedigree still managed to find way into. And that was event before her reputation as a scientist came into play. It was almost hard to believe the invasion had happened when it had. Insomnia had always seemed like a distant star almost unattainable to conceive of outside its Wall. 

But it wasn’t unfamiliar enough that it’d exactly breed diffidence in those who lived outside, who had been under Imperial heel for decades since King Mors had withdrawn the wall. Everyone had been as equally horrified when they’d seen Imperial dropships and dreadnoughts thunder over the skies with dead in tow. Literally. 

“Then let’s drop the formalities, hm? Just Sania. I’ll admit, I like being a bit incognito,” Sania said with a smile, genuine. 

For someone so young, Iris was holding up much better than most her age. “Yes, I was in the area. I’m not entirely here to study. The refugee centers were in need of medical supplies, and I came to deliver.” Literally. Someone needed to do the job, and she certainly had the means and even the funds, at least to do her part. 

“...I’m sorry about your father, and King Regis. I didn’t know them personally--met a few times at some soirees and the like--but they seemed like upstanding men.” She didn’t meant the prince, because both likely knew he was alive and didn’t want imperial spies to overhear. Sania was certain understanding would be known without having to say it.